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elliesflower · 1 year

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hii, i love your work so much <3 can u write smth about reader and abby (in a pre established relationship) where readers mind just goes completely blank as she stares at abbys arms when she works out or literally does anything and abby notices and fucks her hard and uses her strength to do whatever she wants with reader? would also be nice if u could write smth about overstimulation <3 i know its not a noticeable detail for this req but pls write black!reader bc i am too and need some abby for myself tysm 🫶

what you need [abby anderson]

pairing; abby x black fem!reader

cw; top!abby, bottom!reader, strap-on usage (r!recieving), overstimulation, dirty talk/gendered pet names, kinda leaning on bimbo/subspace territory

an; thank u so much for this request sweetheart! i hope u enjoy, please let me know what u think!! i'm sorry the ending is a little rushed, i've literally been trying to post this for like three weeks lmfao. also i did not proofread this v well so if u see a mistake no u dont <3

tags; @scandalcus @prrimordiais @roarriita

18+ only, mdni!!!!

you don’t consider yourself weak.

but when you were looking at abby, perhaps you were. just a bit.

“babe? the chalk,” abby’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you shook your head slightly, as if it would get rid of them, reaching behind you to grab the chalk before crossing the room to hand it to her.

“thanks,” she didn’t even look at you, and you almost huffed. you’ve been with her at the gym for what feels like hours now, even though it’s probably only been more like thirty minutes. you started out just walking on the treadmill, but got bored pretty quickly when you realized you could be watching your girlfriend train instead.

she was training for a pr on her deadlift, and she was getting close. you’d barely seen her this week—when she wasn’t on patrol, she was in the gym. you fell asleep before she got home almost every night, and when you woke up, she was already gone. it was driving you crazy, and now that you were together, she still was barely paying you any mind.

she rubbed the chalk between her hands, clapping them out on her thighs before positioning herself behind the bar. you sat back down behind her and watched as she bent over, gripping the metal bar, her forearms flexing as she adjusted her grip. you practically had to wipe the drool away from your mouth as you watched her begin to lift, admiring the way her veins popped out from beneath her skin, her shoulders glistening with sweat as her muscles flexed with the effort it took to lift the weights.

her brows were knit together in concentration as she watched herself in the mirror, gritting her teeth together and keeping her breath as controlled as possible. you couldn’t help but to feel flustered as she panted, imagining the sounds in a…much different context.

the sound of the weights clattering to the ground snapped you out of your head for a second time, and you flinched, watching as abby smiled at herself in the mirror, flexing and slapping her bicep.

“yeah, that’s right,” she spoke, and oh, that sounded eerily similar to her bedroom voice, “that’s what i’m fucking talking about! did you see that shit?” she turned to face you now, still grinning from ear-to-ear. “beat my pr by forty pounds, i gotta get manny in here tomorrow to verify because that shit is going up on the board.”

you smiled up at her, nodding—but it was kind of hard when you were also focused on pressing your thighs together, trying to ignore the fact that somewhere along the line, your panties had become damp, sticking delicately to your folds as you watched abby training. her mouth twitched just slightly at the corner, and you swallowed. you knew abby could read you like the back of her hand, no matter how hard you tried to hide from her.

“something wrong, baby?” she asked, feigning concern. her tank top was covered in sweat around the neckline, her forehead glistening under the fluorescents as she walked toward you. you shook your head, a bit too quickly, and it was telling. your throat felt dry, your brain absolutely scrambled as you looked up at her. she stopped directly in front of you, towering over you so that you had to strain your neck to look up at her. if there wasn’t a giant wall of windows to the left of you, you couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t just sink down to your knees and kiss her fucking feet. she looked like an angel—scratch that, god—above you as you watched her through your lashes, stomach tying in knots.

she wasn’t saying anything. she was just looking at you, breathing heavy, with half of that stupid smile still on her face. you focused your own breathing, in and out, but it didn’t help that she was so close you could smell her, sweaty musk that could only smell good on her, and it was making you dizzy. and she fucking knew it too.

“alright then,” she said finally, bending down to your level so that your faces were mere inches apart. “what d’you say we go clean up and meet jordan and leah for dinner?” oh, right. there was that. you could only nod, and abby’s eyes were wild, flickering down to your mouth before meeting yours again.

“let’s go.” her voice was sharp, commanding, and she went to retrieve her gym bag. you sat silently for another moment, trying to will yourself to calm down, just a bit. you knew you’d get back to the room and she wouldn’t be able to resist—she’d have you pinned up against the wall before you could even blink.

except, she didn’t. she tossed her bag to the ground and began gathering things for her shower, effectively ignoring, even as you changed out of your shirt extra slowly, just waiting for her to turn around and catch you. but she didn’t, and didn’t even say another word as she slipped out the door to take a shower. you scrunch your brows together, lips pouting slightly as you get dressed for dinner, making sure to put on a clean pair of underwear. you were so worked up, part of you wanted to touch yourself, right here and now—but you didn’t even want to think about how long abby might make you wait if she came back and found you knuckle deep in your pussy. so you didn’t.

dinner with leah and jordan was pleasant. leah’s cooking was insane, as always, and jordan and abby caught up on some big assignment that was coming up, still paying you little attention. after dinner, you were excited to get back to your room, practically salivating at the thought of what abby might do to you, but jordan just had to suggest watching a movie. and of course, abby just had to agree.

you were a bit surprised when abby pulled you onto her lap on the couch, seeing as she had practically been avoiding you like the plague since the gym, and oh—she was packing.

leah rested her head on jordan’s lap on the loveseat beside you, their bodies conveniently angled just so that you were out of view. your eyes widened, breath hitching as abby snaked her arm around your waist, pulling you further back into her as she readjusted her position against the couch, effectively grinding her hips up into you. you bit your lip as you leaned back into her, glancing over at leah and jordan to confirm they couldn’t see you. she smelled like pine and her hair was down, fuck she looked so good with her hair down.

“wassa’ matter babe?” abby whispered against your neck, and you shivered. “you’re so tense.” she punctuated her point with a hand on your shoulder, her thumb pressing into the junction of your neck.

“nothing,” you lied, trying to keep your voice quiet and steady. “just watching the movie.” and thinking about abby flipping you over and railing you into next week. but you didn’t say that part. you didn’t even know what movie was playing.

“mhm,” she murmured behind you, her hand trailing around your middle to meet her other, pressing you even further against her. you could feel her cock pressing into your ass, and you had to bite back a moan. you reached to grasp at her wrists, your fingers not even wrapping around the girth of them, trying to grind your hips for just a little bit of friction—anything, you’d take anything you could get at this point—but she only tightened her grip, halting your movements.

“stop squirming,” she said quietly. “m’trying to watch the movie.” it was really unfair, how her voice was so steady, and her breathing so even. meanwhile, you thought you might explode, nails digging into her skin as you tried your best to ignore the heat in your stomach, and how you were definitely ruining this pair of panties as well.

she held you like that, for a few minutes longer, or hours, maybe, how long was this fucking movie? your pussy was clenching and unclenching, your heart beating out of control as you tried to ignore the feeling of abby beneath you to no avail.

suddenly, thankfully, she relinquished her hold on your waist, smoothing her hands down the expanse of your bare thighs.

“hey, i’m getting pretty tired. i’ve gotta be up pretty early, i think we’re gonna turn in,” she said over the movie, and jordan craned his neck to look at the pair of you standing up. you really hoped your face didn’t give away how insanely flustered you felt. leah was passed out in his lap, and he gave you both a nod and bid you goodnight.

in the hallway, abby was back to ignoring you. you could barely keep up with her as she strode ahead. you were aching at this point, genuinely surprised you weren’t leaking straight down your thighs as you watched her back muscles flex beneath her shirt. you loved this game. and she knew it too.

she stopped just outside your door, leaning against the frame and crossing her arms as she waited for you to unlock it. before you could get both feet through the doorway, she was right behind you, chest pressing against your back as she ushered you inside, closing the door behind her and spinning you around so that she could press you against it. you gasped, flattening your palms against the door as you looked at her, your head trapped between her arms. you burned under her gaze, stomach tightening and legs going weak.

“don’t think i didn’t see your face in the mirror while i was training,” she said quietly, grabbing the back of your neck to keep your eyes on her. you were so fucking horny you didn’t have the semblance to be ashamed as she all but taunted you.

“hm? just watching me work out gets you all hot and bothered?” you felt like your neck might snap from nodding so hard. abby laughed quietly at you, the sound only turning you on more.

“yeah i know, because you know i could take you any way i wanted and you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. so fucking spoiled,” she was teasing you, and you whined. “you’ve been so patient with me this week,” she pressed her lower half against you, using her hand to press the side of your face into the door, making you once again aware of the silicone cock in her pants. she could feel your pulse thrumming against her fingers, exciting her. “gonna make it all better now, okay? i’m gonna give you what you need…” her lips were ghosting over your ear, and you were quite literally trembling in her grasp, taking in a shaky breath as you waited patiently.

“so good for me,” she grabbed you by the jaw, before she placed a kiss on your lips and pulled back, causing you to let out a pitiful whine.

“tell me what you want,” her lids were heavy as she looked at you, her poor, poor baby—lips parted, eyes glazed over, panting with a desperate need. you pouted slightly. surely she’d give in, right? she’s already had you waiting for so long.

she gripped your jaw tighter, making you gasp as she pressed you further into the door. you were helpless, completely at her mercy, her strength always hyper evident when she had you like this. “c’mon, tell me what you want.” you felt tears welling in your eyes, balling your hands into fists as she watched your face.

“use me,” your voice broke through, small and weak. somehow, abby’s face remained stoic, though you saw her draw in a sharp breath. she pulled her hand away to tap at your cheek, not quite a slap, but enough that you were whining.

“manners,” she reprimanded, withdrawing her hand completely. you let a tear fall as you were overcome with frustration, emptiness–

“please, use me, please abby, i missed you,” and it was pathetic, how a sob escaped your lips. but it was okay, because you knew she’d make it all better, her eyes going soft for a moment before she was pulling you in, slotting your lips together in a messy kiss. you could taste as your tears mixed with saliva, letting her suck your tongue into her mouth before trailing her hands down to your ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing.

“jump,” she mumbled against your lips, and you obliged, letting her pull you in as you wrapped your legs around her waist. she carried you across the room with ease, and you couldn’t help but try to press deeper against her lower half.

“so fuckin’ pretty baby,” she mumbled against you, and she was setting you down on the table. “was so hard to not to just bend you over that couch and fuck you like you deserve,” oh god, oh fuck, you were moaning against her mouth, letting her hands find the hem of your shirt before she was pulling it off over your head, exposing your breasts.

“bet you’d like that, hm? letting me fuck you in front of our friends, show them how dirty you really are?” she rasped, her voice holding a desperate edge. you whined at the notion, the fact that she was just as desperate for you as you were for her. you nodded pathetically as she rubbed a thumb across your sensitive nipples, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as you gripped the edge of the table.

she dipped her head down, swirling her tongue over one of your nipples and you threaded your fingers through her hair, gripping tightly as your head fell back in ecstasy, mouth falling open in a silent moan. she kissed her way back up to your mouth as you panted heavily. she wasn’t even teasing you, she was so desperate, the heat radiating off her body as she continued messily kissing up to your neck, your jaw, back to your mouth where she parted your lips with her own, fumbling with the button of your jeans.

“yeah, i know baby, i know,” her voice was like velvet, scratchy and soft at the same time against your lips. “just need me to take care of you, huh? that it?” she was practically manhandling you to lift your hips up and pull off your pants and panties, your tailbone connecting rather harshly with the wooden table once you were exposed—you didn’t have the semblance to be embarrassed at how it barely even hurt as your body was overwhelmed with adrenaline, with desire, with abby.

“yes, god,” you threw your head back, wrapping your legs around her waist to draw her in closer as she sucked a fresh mark into your neck, and then another, and another, leaving you grinding helplessly against her, your wetness allowing you to rub your clit directly against the bulge in her pants. your whining was pornographic, desperate and loud, the friction clouding your mind with ecstasy. “missed you so much, abs, please–”

“fuckin’ needy,” she gritted, pressing on your lower back to get you even closer, eliciting a gasp from your mouth as you clutched onto her shoulder with one hand while the other kept you steady on the table. “barely been a week and you just need it that bad, can’t even wait for my cock?” her words were filthy, and your grinding even filthier, desperate and rough, like you were a bitch in heat—abby’s strong arm was keeping you in place as you took your pleasure, the feeling overwhelming your body as you panted and gasped, and oh, since when were you able to cum this fast? “c’mon baby, that’s it– take what you need, i got you.”

it must have barely been five seconds before you were losing it, body tensing as your hips stuttered, feeling your wetness absolutely drenching the front of abby’s pants. “oh m’godm’godfuckingchrist–” you babbled incoherently as she held you through it, murmuring praises and trying to hide her own groans by biting down into your shoulder. your used clit was puffy and sore against the rough fabric of her pants as you came down, whining as abby reached between your bodies.

“such a fucking good girl, my god,” she praised, giving you no time to recover as she ran her fingers through your slick folds. you moaned, your thighs closing around her arm instinctively as she explored your wetness, slipping two fingers inside with ease.

“abby, s’too much, please,” your voice was pitiful, broken and whiny as you gripped her arm, your words inconsistent with the way your walls fluttered around her fingers as she opened you up, unable to resist her, even when it felt like too much—because you know it wasn’t too much. in fact, maybe it wasn’t enough. abby knew your body, exactly how you needed to be taken apart, brought to your peak and taken care of.

“yeah? you don’t want this then?” she taunted, and took her fingers out so that she was just teasing your entrance.

“no!” you gasped, the empty feeling making your stomach twist, tears streaming down your face. “please, i- i can take it, please, i’m sorry,” you begged, would practically say anything or do anything at this point. but you knew abby wouldnt make you wait long, smirking at you before pressing her fingers back in just as quickly as she’d pulled out. she couldn’t resist you, especially after not having you for an entire week.

“i know you can baby, such a good girl,” she was working her fingers into you rapidly now, determined to make you come on her fingers again before she impaled you on her strap.and it wouldn’t take long, what with your sensitive cunt being abused again. you were shaking, could feel your wetness pooling beneath you, ruining the table as you moaned and panted. “c’mon, let go for me baby, let go,” her voice washed over you, started as the sweat on your hairline until it was making your stomach twist, your thighs tremble and your toes curl, your pussy gushing out for the second time already that night.

“fuck,” you whined, clenching desperately around nothing as she pulled her fingers out of you, digging your nails into her shoulder as she ran a finger over your swollen clit again, making you gasp out her name, broken and pitiful. your heart was beating out of your chest, watching abby draw her fingers up to your mouth. your lips parted automatically, allowing her to press her fingers in, pressing down on your tongue as you sucked your juices off of her.

“yeah, that’s it,” she breathed. “clean up your mess baby.” so full of love and adoration, but she wanted more. you could see it in her eyes as they flashed something wild, and knew she wasn’t planning on stopping. watching your pleasure was doing something to her she couldn’t even explain, practically moaning at the sight and feeling of you sucking on her fingers.

you were tired, your multiple orgasms after a dry spell catching up to you quickly, and abby could sense your sudden change in demeanor—your eyes drooping slightly as you sucked lazily on her fingers, your index finger holding onto one of her belt loops to keep you upright. you were a sight, your juices spilled all over the table, your thighs sticky and messy with your arousal. she almost took pity on you, almost. but she knew her good girl could take just one more.

and you knew it too, what with the way she was looking at you. the thought made you feel dirty, and made you moan around her fingers, grasping on her wrist as you started sucking on them just a little bit harder, that little flame in your tummy igniting once more. you watched abby’s eyes darken as you sped up, her chest rising and falling quicker as she felt your tongue wrapping around her fingers.

“oh m’god, baby,” she groaned, and she withdrew her fingers, a string of saliva dribbling down your chin as she shuffled backwards to undo her pants. “i gotta fuck you baby, gotta give you what you deserve,” she was rambling as you leaned back on your elbows, your legs twitching as the cool air washed over your damp pussy, on display for your girlfriend. “gonna give you this cock baby don’t worry.”

“please abby,” and unspoken was please take care of me, please fuck me, please do anything you want to me, and she would. there was no doubt. you could barely see the black silicone spring free from down the line of your body as you were laid back on the table.

“i know baby, i know,” abby gripped your hip with one hand, her blunt nails digging into the flesh with a delicious sting, and you tried to pull back when the tip of her strap brushed over your over-sensitive clit. it made your brain all fuzzy, your whole body tingling with the over-sensitivity, the push and pull of wanting more but feeling so used. “just let me in, you can take it,” she was practically cooing, teasing your entrance as you writhed on the table, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to watch.

“abby!” you cried as she pushed past the tight ring of muscle, your back arching so that you sat up higher, the angle pressing her cock right against your most delicate spot. abby’s hand immediately came around to your back, holding you up before you dead-weighted and hit your head on the wooden table.

“i got you, angel, you’re okay,” she was mesmerized, watching the way your body responded to her. you were so fucked out, the feeling of her cock stretching you out making you whine and pant and feel so fucking dirty. “c’mon baby, sit up. hands around my neck, you can do it,” she was pulling you up, and you obliged, reaching up to wrap your arms lazily around her neck. she snaked both arms around your waist and lifted you up off the table, causing you to cry out and bury your face into her neck.

“that’s it, just relax,” she kept herself nestled deep inside you, almost pressed against your cervix when you wrapped your legs around her waist and whined pitifully, the sound muffled by abby’s shirt. her hands snaked down to your ass to keep you spread open as she held you still and began to thrust slowly up into your sore cunt.

“oh m’god abby, jesus,” you cried as she fucked into you with seemingly no effort, your wet pussy making obscene noises each time she pulled out. you were already teetering right on the edge, and the feeling of her cock filling you up was going to be your downfall. she groaned each time she felt you tensing in her grip, and she was faltering with her own arousal.

“such a good fucking girl,” she was almost growling, and you were so close, so fucking close, your juices dribbling out indecently around her as she fucked you to overstimulation. “taking everything i give you…is my pretty girl going to come again for me? hm?” you could do nothing but nod as abby bounced you up and down on her thick cock, desperate to bring you to your release.

“well c’mon then,” she whispered against the side of your face and your eyes rolled back into your head as your pussy tightened around her, nearly suffocating her with your arms as your body was overwhelmed by your third orgasm of the night. a broken mantra of abby abby abby abby spilling from your lips as you tumbled over the edge again.

“that’s it baby, fuck,” abby’s voice was almost as broken as yours, pulling you closer into her hips as you cried into her shoulder.

“my fucking best girl.”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby anderson x y/n #tlou pt 2 #the last of us part 2

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cameronspecial · 7 months

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hi hi hi i saw ur requests were open, no pressure ofc just wondering if u could do smth like rafe (established bf) giving reader the silent treatment for like weeks and shes so confused because she doesnt know what the hell she did to piss him off so she decides to confront him about it and just angst -> fluff yk??

also i literally love you and your fics so much u dont understandddd <3333

Miscommunicated Silence

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex in The Beginning.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

A/N: You are literally the sweetest. You made my day and I love you too, anonymous. I know Rafe isn't pissed at her, but I can't imagine Rafe being mad at Y/N for any reason because he gives me such she can do no wrong vibes like how he is with Ward.

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Rafe’s head throws back in pleasure as his dick spews his hot seeds into the condom. His arms grip Y/N to him as they both come down from their high. She carefully lifts herself from him and goes to get some clean clothes from his drawers. “Where are you going?” Rafe questions, expecting her to stay the night. She comes over to give him a peck on the lips, “I want to stay, Rafey. But I have an early meeting tomorrow morning and my house is closer to work than yours. Plus, we both know that if I stay here, I’m going to run late because of that tongue of yours. Bye, I love you.” “I love you too. Drive safe, Baby,” he calls out, watching her leave with a soft look.

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Y/N has been trying to text Rafe all week but he hasn’t been answering her at all. Every time she sees him in public, he somehow doesn’t see or hear her and then disappears when she gets close enough to him. She tries meeting him at Tannyhill, yet he is never there according to his various family members. She would be more worried if she didn’t know that he is ignoring her. His text receipts, only on for her, shows that he is reading them. In all their years of dating, Rafe has never gone more than twenty-four hours without talking to her. So she isn’t sure what she could’ve done for him to give her the silent treatment for a week. It couldn’t be because she had to leave after sex last week because it wasn’t the first time one of them decided to sleep at home after sex because it was easier for them the next morning.

Her anger towards the way he is icing her out finally over takes her and so she’s had enough. “Y/N, Rafe isn’t home,” Wheezie tries to argue, but Y/N knows it is not true. His truck and his bike are in the driveway and she knows Kelce and Topper are playing golf without him, so he couldn’t have been driven somewhere by them. Y/N gently nudges her way inside, “I know that isn’t true Wheez, I need to talk to him.” Wheezie doesn’t stop her as she runs up the stairs toward his room. She throws his door open with a slam to find him shirtless on his bed, scrolling through his phone. His annoyance flashes through him as he looks up to yell at the person. He freezes at the sight of his angry girlfriend. “I don’t know what I did, but we are never going to fix anything if you keep ignoring me,” she yells, placing her hands on her hips. She waits for a response and her anger grows to fury when he doesn’t answer. She violently shakes her head, “Are you really going to continue this childish game?”

She stares at him and he can only return the stare with a hint of pleading she isn’t sure what to make out of it. “You know what? If this is how you deal with your problems, then maybe we shouldn’t be together,” she spins on her heels, storming toward the door. With her back to him, she doesn’t see the tears and panic cross his face. He rushes forward, wrapping his hand around her wrist. It is gentle enough that she can break from his hold, but as she turns to yell at him, she can see the pain in his eyes. This causes her to worry. If he is willing to show emotion to her at this moment and still not say something, then something must be wrong. His mouth opens, “P-Please don’t go.” The words that come out are so low and raspy that she wants to get him to a doctor immediately to check on him. “What’s wrong with your voice?” she worries, placing her hands on his cheeks. He holds his finger up and goes to get a notepad and pen from his desk.

It takes him a second to write on the notepad before he hands the pad to her. I lost my voice this week. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or at least answer my texts. You don’t need to talk to do that,” she questions, giving him the pad back so he can respond. I was embarrassed about why I lost my voice. And texting always leads to phone calls with you. You know just talking to you isn’t enough, I love hearing your voice. “How did you lose your voice?” He gives her a sheepish look and then writes the answer down. I think I lost it when we had sex last week. I must have been too loud. She giggles at his words, looking up to see him looking away. “Aww, Rafey. Don’t be embarrassed. I think that’s hot. I love it when you are loud for me. It lets me know that I am making you feel good,” she explains, wrapping her arms around his neck. He brings his head to her neck and gives it a kiss. She plays with his hair to help stop his tears from spilling. He pulls away from her and writes something down. I’m sorry I ignored you, but please don’t break up with me. Y/N gives him a soft look and then a kiss on the lips. “It’s okay, Rafey. I forgive you.”

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7ndipity · 4 months

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How They Would Confess To Their Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would confess to their crush. In connection to the Secret Crush HCs series.

Warnings: Swearing, slightly suggestive moments, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested this! This kinda feels like a conclusion to the secret crush HCs we’ve been working on for a while(tho I’m sure we’ll come up with some more ideas like first dates or smth, lol) Hope y’all like it!

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Jin:

I think he would want to plan out some elaborate scene and make it romantic with flowers and music or smth, but in actuality he just ends up blurting it out as you’re hanging out one day.

He’s almost done it so many times, the words literally always on the tip of his tongue, so when they finally do come out, he’s almost as surprised as you are.

He immediately turns anxious bc “Oh shit, that was out loud, what do I do now?!”, but when you say you love him too and kiss him, his mind just goes completely blank and he leans in more, following your lead.

It might not have been how he imagined confessing, but the outcome is better than anything he could’ve dreamed up.

Yoongi:

He would probably end up quietly confessing during one of your late night hangouts where you’re both so tired but not willing to say goodnight, the conversations getting deeper the later it gets.

He thought it would take a lot more to make him finally confess, but something about the way you sleepily smile at him made it so easy, the words rolling off his tongue with almost no effort.

Even though you may have already had your suspicions that you were into each other, it still comes as a slight shock to hear him say it, your startled expression making him fear for a second that you’ll reject him, but then you say you feel the same way and it’s like he can breathe properly for the first time in forever.

You end up talking till you fall asleep tangled together, happier and more content than you’ve both felt in a long time.

Hobi:

He would go all out, surprising you when you come over to hang out with flowers, candles/fairy lights, music, the works.(It almost looks more like a proposal than a confession, but he really wants to impress you and show how much you mean to him)

He would be so nervous, even if you both kinda already knew how the other felt, he can’t help worrying about what if he’d misread things or if you said no.

Luckily, his fears are completely unfounded, bc as soon as you walk in and he starts the speech he’s prepared, you nearly burst into tears before tackling him in a tight hug, saying you love him too.

Most of the evening is spent curled up together on the couch, fessing up to all the times where you fell for each other.

Namjoon:

It would probably happen after a fight or smth when you’re not talking to each other, forcing him to realize that he can’t keep lying to you about his feelings or pretending that nothing else is going on and still expect things to work out between you in any form.

He would probably either ask to meet up for coffee so you can talk things out or just show up at your house, depending on how brave he was feeling in the moment.

Has this whole ass speech prepared, but he doesn’t manage to get through even half of it before you’re pulling him into a kiss, effectively shutting him up for the next few minutes.

When you separate to breathe and his brain starts working again, you talk things out and admit how you both felt the whole time. It’s kinda messy and chaotic, but that’s how things have always been between you, why should this be any different?

Jimin:

I think he would take a semi-serious approach to confessing, almost in an attempt to counteract his normally aloof, flirty energy with you, sitting you down to talk about everything. His sudden shift in behavior would honestly make you kinda nervous, worried that something’s wrong.

He would definitely be slightly nervous too, even if he knew that you liked him too, since liking each other doesn’t necessarily mean that you want to be together.

Once he starts to tell you how he feels tho, it’s like he can’t stop, everything he’s been feeling pouring out until he catches sight of your teary expression. Before he can ask if you’re okay though, you tackle him, saying that you feel the same way about him before connecting your lips with his.

Not much else is said for the next little bit, finding much more, *ahem, inventive ways to express your feelings to each other.

Taehyung:

Similar to Jin, I think he would want to make some sort of elaborate romantic gesture, but it would end up just slipping out one night during a quiet moment together when he just can’t stand not being able to be close to you in the way he wants.

He would state it so simply, as if it was already obvious, trying to keep his voice calm despite the faint anxiety that began to creep through him the longer the pause between his words and your response stretches on.

When you smile and say you feel the same though, he could’ve sworn he was floating, quickly pulling you onto his lap and claiming your lips just like he’s always dreamed of.

You spend the rest of the evening tangled together, sharing kisses and talking until you drift off, at peace in your newfound home in each other's arms.

Jungkook:

Similar to Joon, I think it would happen after a fight or one of his moments of jealous possessiveness, when he realizes that no type of relationship between you, romantic or otherwise, will ever work unless he’s honest with you.

And even if he fears you might reject him(tho, he tries not to think about that), he has to get this off his chest, for both of your sakes.

Would probably just show up at your door and blurt everything out in an only partially thought-out speech that he came up with on the way over, barely giving you a chance to say anything until he runs out of breath, still talking even after you try shutting him up with a kiss.

Once he finally calms down, you’re able to talk things through more coherently, somehow still managing to surprise him when you say you want to be with him too.

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popponn · 6 months

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a duck, a prince, and the snow.

note: was gonna make it hcs but uh. ehe. here, smth similar for chigiri haha. this is two iq shower thought situation. warning: none, fluff, post canon/pro au, reader’s gender unspecified, undertone of morons friends to lovers, prince & duckling (affectionately).

reo loves you enough to marry you the moment you demand it. with rings, grand ceremonies, and an even grander honeymoon. but the thing is, you are way too oblivious.

reo tries everything already—praises, flirting, dressing in the way you like the most, asking you to go to your favorite places together, buy you everything, special treatment, and many more. at this point, it’s probably easier to mention what he hasn’t tried yet—with “straight up confessing” sitting at the top of the “no way not yet no chigiri no nagi no way” chart. some people actually think this is some new brand of masochism—trapping oneself in a friendzone, but most of them stop thinking about this after seeing your dynamic with him once. as in it really is that painful to watch.

in your defense, this guy is indeed generous when he wants to be. so he could give you a diamond ring and you could read it either as a bribe for something or a random gift for that tuesday. the worst thing is probably how you are so genuinely unable to think of the more romantic possibility whilst the giving party is more than okay with it. really, sincerely, from the bottom of his heart.

because you could go “oh reo you are such a good friend! let’s be friends forever!” and this guy would probably look extremely constipated for 0.1 sec then before you could see it, all you got is a doting exasperation expressed through a charming prince smile on his face. in the way that is not even “ah well too bad, but we can do it next time” smile, but an “oh, how adorable. i truly am in love with them” smile. rinse and repeat for three years and more, that’s basically how this hellish adorable loop goes. talk about a guy who is in love with every part of you—even when the part is denser than a black hole.

but, like every fairytale, this prince too deserves a proper happy ending, doesn’t he?

Under the illuminations and falling snow, you wonder why Reo chooses to be here with you, walking through the cold December night with groceries in his hands. You feel bad for telling him that you are out shopping alone now, or at the very least you should have accepted his offer to bring his limousine. It feels wrong getting him carrying your things considering everything.

“Reo,” you begin sheepishly, reaching out to tug his jacket sleeve lightly with your empty hand. "You really don’t have to do this, you know.”

Reo, somehow, looks like he takes offense to that. “Huh? Why not? I want to. Plus, just imagining you waddling like a duck with two heavy grocery bags…” Dramatically, Reo trails off with a heavy sigh. A cloud of cold breath fogs his lips for a moment, but not enough to cover up the teasing smirk that follows, “…yeah, at least I want to watch that.”

You immediately nudge his side with an angry huff, all while fruitlessly trying to step on his feet. Whilst Reo laughs with too much mirth on his face, he avoids your vengeful foot with a grace that truly belongs to a professional soccer player. Some bystanders who walk past the two of you spares some glances, but as long as they do not recognize Reo who hides his face and hair under a miraculous yet simple black cap, you feel like you couldn’t care about them.

“I shouldn’t have felt bad for you! I’m trying to be considerate to your hands getting cramps and cold, you jerk!” you hissed finally, jutting out your tongue just as an extra gesture, before adding another protest as an afterthought, “And you called me a duck for that!?”

“You are worried about me? That’s sweet!” Reo smiles in a way that is positively shit eating. Then, he nudges back to your side, an act that is pretty much imitating your previous action, yet clearly, much gentler as he lets his shoulder stay pressed to yours as the two of you continue to walk. “Come on, don’t be mad. That means I will still take care of you even when you are a duck.”

You glare half-heartedly at that. Even if this sort of conversation—idle, with worth only the two of you could understand—is not rare, you really wonder why he seems so bubbly today. With your steps and his once again falling into a synchronous rhythm, you curiously ponder out loud, “So, what happened?”

Reo tilts his head, in a manner that is subjectively cute to you. “Hm?”

“Today, what happened? You seem happy. Did something good happen in your meeting? Or your training?”

“Uh… eh? Not really, honestly. Nagi was feeling kind of down, and Isagi also seemed to be in a bad mood, Rin—the younger Itoshi, you remembered?” he pauses, looking at your reaction before continuing after your nod. “Yeah, so that guy also got really angry today. Overall, it was a mess, but nothing new. The board meeting, uh, yeah—the greedy old guys somehow get greedier today.”

“Seriously?” You wince hearing all of those. “That… sounds like a really terrible day… are you okay?”

Reo’s face shifts once again into a very smug look, which you shoot down immediately with a glare straight to his handsome face. Seeing your unamused look, the half-lidded brattish look he wears immediately crinkles to a very bright happy look, with a smile that is wide enough to turn his eyes into a pair of crescent moons. It is beautiful—you think to yourself, silently, softly.

“Nah, as I said, nothing new about that too. Plus—” Reo suddenly leans his head against yours, letting his cold cheek glue itself against your equally cold one. Nonetheless, you still squawk ungracefully. “—I got a really cute duckling worrying about me and walking with me romantically like this. I will call that it’s a winning day!”

“Really now?” you ask again, exasperated and not really understanding the meaning behind his words. It feels like you are missing something—but you can’t really put a finger on it. Paying no more mind to that thought, you continue, “So, paying for me, coming running to me, and then getting me to walk with a prince who also carries my groceries is a payback for being the cute ducking?”

“Clearly,” Reo says, familiar pride and softness lacing his tone. It makes you laugh. It’s odd, but as how being in his presence really makes you feel at ease, it does feel pleasant to hear him feeling so with just a walk with you. But, before you can let that feeling settle quietly, Reo goes on, resting his gaze on you in a manner that feels too fond and affectionate, “But, even if without all those, I will still come running to you.”

Yet again, you feel like you are missing something. There is a heat that crawls up from the inner chamber of your chest, thrumming and warm and wonderful. Dizzying and confusing, but often presents itself for Reo and Mikage Reo only.

“I… I see,” you stammer out, your voice unconsciously turning into one that is just a few notes away from a whisper.

You don’t know what Reo sees in your expression, but with it, his eyes gleam in a very tender manner. “Well, but you see,” he begins, his voice mimicking a mocking tone, “while this prince’s hand is one warmed with groceries, the other one is still very empty and cold.”

“Oh?” you muse, seeing where this is going.

Boyish and as charming as always, Reo reaches his idle hand to yours, intertwining his finger with yours. One could say it feels like a scene from a drama, one could say it feels like something written by hopeless romantics, but ultimately, to you the fact that it is Reo that makes your breath hitches. Suddenly, it is very worrying if your hands are sweaty.

Wait, are they—

“Now, the prince feels very warm,” Reo, oblivious to your predicament, states cheekily with boldness veiling his eyes.

“…the prince is a prick,” you reply, knowing your defeat. It is unusual of him to do something like this, yet there is not even an ounce of desire in you to protest.

“As long as the duckling is okay with it, is it really a problem though?” he says, leaning even closer to your face.

At some point, you know you stop breathing. And Reo realizes it.

It is probably then that the tension between the two of you suddenly closes down its curtain. Something flashes through Reo’s eyes. And before you know it, the hold he has on your hand loosened, as if giving you permission to pull away.

Then, a part of your mind says, “Who cares about the duckling and prince anymore—”

And to that sentiment, you raise an enthusiastic agree.

Because it is Reo, probably, you tightened your hold around his hand. Your hand might be sweaty, and you might not get everything that is happening—but you know enough that this feels like the right choice.

“I am,” you answer resolutely, looking away from him and facing your front instead. “I am very okay with it.”

You have no courage to peek at your friend’s—your companion’s expression. And so, you miss the way his eyes light up, realizing and catching something that you haven’t realized yet. Thus, you too don’t expect the way he tugs you into a halt, stopping your steps just a few centimeters away from his.

When you turn to him, you find Mikage Reo. His eyebrows are furrowed under his cap, his lips bitten and pouting at the some time. With redness on his cheeks, as good-looking and as princely as he has always been to you, staring at you with a seriousness that spells out determination and more.

“Can I—”

On the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by crowds who don’t recognize Mikage Reo and you, the two of you stand still. The snow continues to fall and none of you bring your gloves. In such a scene, Reo’s eyes never once left you.

“Can I tell you something?”

add. note: was it cheesy? unnecessarily so. did i lost the prompt somewhere? kinda. is it xmas? uh. what is this? uh. could it be better?...yeah i think i had fun tho <3 hope u too <3 blame jinshi and how this part came out the smoothest. also if this is in reo's pov lmao it's a mess there.

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #bllk scenarios #bllk fluff #reo fluff #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage #bllk reo #reo x reader #two idiots are not kissing under the tree. but they will someday under the xmas tree #im really nervous everytime i write for this guy idk why skskksks it's fun tho

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buckysmetalarm08 · 5 months

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omg hi! I saw you have requests open for ever after high so I was wondering if you would maybe write some headcanons for lizzie x a really calm reader?? 👉👈 like, someone who stays pretty level headed whenever she (lizzie) gets upset. Thanks so much !!

(Also I promise I didn't forget about the ask you sent in! I'm currently working on it and I plan on having it out soon <3)

Lizzie hearts req :3

Lizzie Hearts

Lizzie hearts x shy!reader

Warnings: maybe a bit off prompt

A/n: I hope you like it sry it’s a bit short and a little off prompt 😭

♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️

Lizzie is well known for her hot headed nature and you well… your quite the opposite and to be honest she likes it that way

Lizzie seems like she would either be pretty tsundere esk in public or she would flaunt you like there was no tomorrrow

let’s just go with the second one :3

She definitely spoils you even if you say it’s a bit much

She sees someone staring badly?

“Off with their head!”

Whenever she goes on her little tangents maybe just give her a lil kiss or smth that should keep her quiet :3

Sometimes she’ll get frustrated and you’ll have to drag her away

I think she might call you little heart or princess/prince or something similar

Oh if Lizzie ever saw anyone flirt with you… oh there’s NOOOOO stopping her

I can imagine you two sharing a dorm

Oooo Lizzie lovessss making clothes for you!

Please let her do your hair

“They asked for NO pickles!”

“You know… one day we will rule wonderland together!”

♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️

A/n sorry it took forever been studying for my first year of midterms :3

#lizzie hearts #ever after high #ever after high x reader #lizzie x reader #Lizzie hearts x reader

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chogiwass · 7 months

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In between

pairing: dom!chanyeol x baekhyun x fem reader

a threesome between chanyeol, baekhyun and reader. thank you anon for making the request, i hope you like it!

Baekhyun had thrown the comment in the air some other night, claiming “a threesome would be fun” as you, him and Chanyeol sat in the living room of their shared apartment. You brushed it of as a joke, scoffing at him and telling him to “dream on”. But since that night it’s been playing on your mind, every day, every night when you go to sleep, imagining what it would be like to have two people pleasuring you. Obviously you had the idea of who those two people would be. Admitting who were the ones in your mind was inevitable never going to happen, that would be way to weird. How the hell were you going to pretend as you weren't thinking about your two best friends fucking the shit out of you.

It was a friday night, normally on fridays you and the boys would hang out with each other. You usually stayed in and watched a movie or smth. You were all sat together on the sofa and at a specific moment you found yourself sat across Chanyeols lap. You’ve been close other times too, but this time was different. If only he knew what went through your mind. You felt guilty for the way your mind was working but god he looked gorgeous, those plump lips, his twinkling brown eyes, his body.

“You enjoying the view?” Chanyeol smirks as you jump at his voice, too caught up in staring at him, slightly embarrassed as Baekhyun chuckles next to you, and your ripping your eyes from Chanyeols face to the screen as you hear the volume of the TV, looking to the screen to see a sex scene flash before your eyes, just typical. The actress letting out breathy moans as he grips onto you a bit stronger, watching the man and women getting it on as you tried to concentrate on anything other than the thought of the two boys next to you.

“what you thinking bout y/n?” Baekhyun smirks as you nearly choke on your own breath, looking at him as he has a shit eating grin on his face. Chanyeol let out a breathy chuckle next to you as your lost for words, not sure where that comment came from. “Um, what?” you’re trying not to stutter as you try to force you pulse to return to normal. “I know you been thinking about what I said the other day baby” Baekhyun said while Chanyeol is smirking as he pulls you close. His movements harsh but soothing at the same time. “And I know you wanna try it” he’s smirking as he flits his head in Chanyeols’s direction as other licks his lips, back straightening as he shuffles to the edge of the sofa. “What? What are on you about?” your asking quietly, blush growing as both the boys watch you intently.

“Don’t act as if you aren’t dreaming of us three having sex” Baekhyun pipes up as your jaw drops. Your eyes meet with Chanyeol’s at a loss of words, not exactly knowing how to reply, “Don’t lie- you’ve thought about it baby” he’s whispering as you find yourself nodding, pushing your body against Chanyeol and melting into a kiss as you straddle his waist. His arms wrapping around your body firmly. Kissing you like he has waited his whole life for this. His hands wrap up and down your arms, your waist, your ass and brush past your boobs. He breakes the kiss and hold your chin in his fingers, making you look him in the eyes. Then he goes down to kissinh your jaw and neck. Too concentrated on Chanyeol you startle when you feel Baekhyuns hands touching your back.

“Take this off baby” he’s mumbling against your ear and as you move to take it off by yourself Chanyeol rips it off of you in one swift move. He gets up with one of his arms still wrapped around you and guides you to the bedroom. As soon as you enter the bedroom he sits down on the bed, pulling you to his lap, your back facing his chest. Your ass in direct contact with his hardening member. He grabs your waist and pulls you down on him harder, while Baekhyun comes up in front of you and starts caressing your bra covered boobs, kissing you softly. “how about we take this of darling” chanyeol is whispering into your ear referring to your shorts as he kisses the back of your neck, your body twisting as you pull your them off.

“On your back love” Chanyeol groans into your neck mouth as you climb off his lap, laying down on the bed as you look up at both of the boys admiring you in your underwear. “You want us to take care of you huh?” Chanyeol is cooing at you as he spreads your legs and rubs them up and down. Rubs you over your panties rips wetness now completely visible. “look at her, shes so wet” “yeah baby, all for us right” you cant seem to form an answer as you feel chanyeols skilled fingers make their way inside your panties. Baekhyun comes up and plays with your breasts “tell us baby, who are you this wet for?” your answer comes out breathy and chanyeol kisses your thight “good girl”. He starts rubbing your entrance and teasing you. “please” “please what baby? Tell me what you want” “your fingers please”. With that he starts fingering you so slowly, one finger at a time, until he has three of them in, Baekhyun rubbing your clit, kissing and sucking your chest. You feel that knot tighten in your stomach and clench around chanyeols fingers, he seems to notice and pulls them out. “you can’t cum until we allow you to babe” baekhyun pulls you up as you whine, holding yourself steady into his arms.

“get on your knees” Chanyeol orders and positions you on your knees in front of him as baekhyun lays down behind you. Baekhyun grabs your hips and starts rubbing your ass and pussy. Chanyeol takes your hand and guides it to his crotch, you take the hint and start palming him. When he has had enough of your little moves he takes of his shorts, grabs his dick with one hand and the back of your neck with the other. You drool at the sight, his dick is hard, throbbing and dripping precum. “open your mouth wide baby” you open your mouth and he puts his whole length inside your mouth with one move. Hitting the back of your throat making you gag and drool down his shaft. He lets out some groans and starts fucking your mouth, his hand gripping your hair. At that moment you feel baekhyun fingering you again, your juices dripping down his hand. He was teasing you, giving you nor to little or to much, enough to drive you crazy and make you whine on chanyeols cock. He decides he has had enough and removes his hand from your hips. He takes of his bottoms and takes out his dick, hard and leaking. Rubs it a few times and grabs your hips, making you straighten you back so your hole is in level with his dick. “I wanna feel your tight pussy around my dick baby”. He pushes his head into you, teasing you and then with a strong thrust of chanyeol forward you fall completely on his dick. Feeling him stretch you out you want to moan loudly, but chanyeols cock on your mouth doesn’t allow you too. Baekhyun grabs your ass and slams you on his cock repeatedly, while chanyeol grabs your boobs. “look at her, taking my dick while sucking yours” “she is making me cum” the boys exchange a few glances and they suddenly stop. Chanyeol remove his dick from you and pulls you up from baekhyun lap. “get on all fours baby, wanna fuck you open while baekhyun fucks that little mouth of yours”

Chanyeol gets behind you and grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. He takes his cock in one hand, rubs it up and down your pussy and pushes into you without warning. He was thicker than baekhyun, stretching you fully and touching that spot deep inside. He started fucking you hard while baekhyun grabbed your head and pushed his cock into your open mouth while you were moaning. Chanyeol is growling as he pumps his cock inside you at an unbelievable pace, Baekhyun enjoying the view of your pussy being fucked raw as his cock down your throat causes your eyes to water, spit dribbling down your chin as you look up at him with the most innocent eyes.

You were a mess, chanyeol fucking you from behind and slapping your ass, groping your boobs, whispering the dirtiest things ever while baekhyun fucked your throat, pulling his dick out from time to time to let you catch a breath. “youre so tight and wet, you like having two cocks fucking you don’t you?” chanyeol says as he gives your ass a few slaps. “m’gonna cum baby, can I cum in your mouth huh?” baekhyun pulls his dick out of your mouth jerking it of a few times “open your mouth wide baby” your hand comes up to play with his balls and after a few jerks he cums hard. Some of it gets in your mouth, some in your face and some in your chest cause chanyeol grabs your arms and lifts you up. At this angle you feel him hitting that specific spot directly after some thrusts, bakehyuns hands rubbing you clit and nipples you start shaking and clenching around chanyeols dick. “cum on his cock baby” that’s all it takes and you cum hard on chanyeols cock, feeling a rush over your body, fluids dripping and you become more sensitive to the thrust of his cock, while he fucks you throught your orgasm. chanyeol thrusts become sloppier and he pull out and cums over your ass while groaning and moaning.

you fall on the bed, covered in cum while both of them lay on either side of you. Caressing your body softly and catching their breaths. “that was amazing” you say while snuggling closer to Chanyeol, facing Baekhyun. Chanyeol lets out a deep chuckle as Baekhyun smirks “we should do this again”

#exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #baekhyun smut #baekhyun #chanyeol smut #chanyeol #chanbaek #dom!chanyeol #exo imagines #baekhyun imagines #chanyeol imagines

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arminsumi · 8 months

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geto/gojo acting au but they're in the Scream film

🔞 mdni, shoo shoo !!

note: i had a vision idk 🐸✌️ just suddenly thought of geto suguru as ghostface and it fkn destroyed me. also lol i started writing abt geto and then gojo just wiggled his way into the post too

warnings — it's a trash draft, no proofreading, a smidge of rivalry n jealousy n sexual tension n innappropriate jokes teehee

ok imagine u and geto are starring in some cheesy horror movie like scream or smth and he's ghostface 🤤 maybe there's like a chase scene where he pins you down but the director keeps saying CUT because you and geto just start breaking down laughing.

and he does a lil improv 🤭 it goes something like;

"ooh, that's it; keep screaming for me, baby. it's turning me on." he murmurs when he's practically straddling you with those muscular thighs and you can't tell if he's genuinely saying that to you or if he's still in character — because truthfully he's just that good at fulfilling his psycho killer role.

and yes you know it's fake blood all over his face but he looks so hot in it that when the scene is played back for you two, you have to make a comment on it;

"suguru looks good in all that blood." you say.

"haha shut up." he chuckles.

he's so bashful and cute irl :( not a psycho killer at all! he always treats you nicely, every time he sees you on set or in the dressing rooms he's quick to strike up a conversation with you. he gets a bit possessive about talking to you, it's so annoying to him that people dare interrupt your "moment" so you just know he loves it when the shoot commences and it's just the two of you and a camera. and the fans go nuts for his natural sultry murmuring voice that he uses esp when he's talking to you. ppl really notice everything, even the heart eyes he has for his costar y/n 🤭

and yk gojo is playing as that other guy who's ghostface's friend or whatever. idk but on set, gojo's such a goofy cute character and then off set he takes himself so seriously 😭 but ofc you and geto bring out the playful side of him. he totally fishes for compliments about how good he is at acting. u know and he's like the fancy mf who walks on set with his fancy clothes and stupid sunglasses with that air of i'm the most important actor in this room.

but he probs always accidentally says your name instead of your characters name during big scenes. and it makes him laugh that laugh that has caught so many hearts around the world.

n maybe you and gojo ... MAYBE you two starred together in a cheesy romance film before this dumb horror film, and so everyone online pairs you two together and makes edits of the "steamy" scenes where ur flirting. guaranteed if u type in "gojo x y/n" u will find sooooooo manyyyy clips of interviews that fans claim had "tension"

and that makes geto a lil jealous bc the tension is supposed to be focused on you and him 🤬

esp that stupid clip from the movie where it's gojo cornering u and he's so sultry like;

"you're a lil' feisty, huh?" gojo giggles with a voice crack and it reminds you so much of when he was starring for that one scene in jjk 🙈 you know that show, remember that show? the one you and him starred in years ago? mhm MHM that scene where you're the villain and he's not? and he's like "put out your hand, let me show you something" and he's just showing off his infinity MHM THAT'S YOU IN THAT SCENE (jogo who idk him babe)

#🗑️ — trash #geto x reader #geto #geto suguru #gojo x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #acting au #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x gojo #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #jujustu kaisen #satoru

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pasukiyo · 2 years

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Could I bother you for a part 2 to Go For It? Maybe where reader snaps at some point and then starts avoiding Steve or smth? And he goes to Robin(who knows what went down) for advice only to get chewed out? Up to you whether it ends with angst, fluff, and/or smut!

𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭. | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

read part one here.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; angst? horrendous writing? very brief smut implication at the beginning

a/n; …I AM SO SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE! my week has been absolutely crazy with unexpected things popping up left and right and i just couldn’t find the time to write anything so i am so so sorry for being late 😭 but it’s finally here! did not expect the first part to blow up the way it did so thank you:) i don’t really feel like i did my best on this one so i’m sorry if it’s a little underwhelming

word count; 3.7k

“i heard nance is going to the game tonight.”

“i saw nancy when she came to pick the boys up from my work earlier.”

“did you see nancy’s new hair?”

“god, i just wish i could tell her how beautiful she is like i used to.”

nancy, nancy, nancy, nancy, nancy.

it was almost all he could ever talk about these days. she hated how much she came to loathe the girl who had never really done anything to her personally, who had no idea of her affection for her best friend. of course, she could never say no when steve asked her to come over, and although she hated every time nancy’s name fell from his lips, she came right over with no hesitation.

“fuck, nancy, right there, baby..”

her eyelids snapped open, and she gazed up at steve as he hovered over her, his own lids closed in ecstasy as he pounded his hips into hers. she recalled feeling everything and nothing all at once, as if she was caught in a wave, unable to claw her way back to the surface. she remembered feeling numb— since when did he begin to imagine her as someone else entirely in their moments together?

“steve, stop,” she murmured, her voice hardly above a whisper, too quiet for him to hear over the sound of skin assaulting skin. a string of curses tumbled from steve’s lips as his cock twitched inside of her, but she couldn’t even bring herself to relish the pleasure anymore— she wanted nothing more than to leave, to get away from him. “steve, i said stop!” she spoke much louder and clearer this time, and his eyelids snapped open when she pushed her palms against his chest, his cock sliding out of her as his body plopped on the mattress beside her.

“shit, did i hurt you?” he questioned as her chest heaved, tears stinging the rims of her sockets as she tried to gain back her composure, to ease the pounding of her heart in her chest and the ringing in her ears. it wasn’t until steve placed a gentle hand on her shoulder that she she back to her senses, and her body tensed beneath his touch, causing him to remove his hand almost instantly. “hey, hey, did i do anything—“

“i just— i just need to go,” she interrupted, practically scrambling off of his bed as she began a frantic search for her clothes where they had been scattered all across the room, swift to redress herself. steve simply watched from his bed, a wrinkle in his brow as he sat there, dumbfounded. “do you.. do you need me to drive you home? is everything alright? do you need any—“

“i’m fine,” she managed to emit as she threw on the remainder of her clothes, tossing her bag over her shoulder before making haste towards his bedroom door. she knew steve was calling after her— but she didn’t even care.

because everything was clear to her now.

at first, steve may have only proposed the idea of their arrangement as a way to relieve his stress, to feel close and connected to someone when he needed that connection the most. but somewhere down the road, as he became more and more obsessed with getting nancy wheeler back, he found a new way to look at their arrangement. he may not have been able to have nancy wheeler physically, but at least, with someone else, he could pretend.

the idea made her absolutely sick to her stomach.

all these years of being second after nancy wheeler, never once did it bother her this much until now. it felt as though someone had reached inside of her chest to rip her heart straight out of it— never did she ever believe that steve harrington would be the one to hold her heart in his hands.

nor did she ever believe that steve harrington would be the one to crush her, and leave her to bleed.

the walk back to her home felt longer than usual, but when she did eventually get there, she made a beeline for her room, ignoring her parents as they sat in the living room.

she couldn’t catch her breath. she threw her bag down on the floor beside her door, kicked her shoes off of her feet, and sunk down onto her mattress. the tears wouldn’t stop flowing from there, her sobs wracked her body as her fingertips did their best to wipe the evidence away from her face, only to come to no avail.

why was it so hard to let go of him? why couldn’t she find anyone else to fall in love with, why couldn’t she just forget about steve harrington?

no matter how hard she tried, it would always be him— he’d always be the one she thought about, the one she dreamt about, the one she yearned for.

why hadn’t she gone for him all those years ago? if only she had had the courage to tell him how she felt before high school, before he met nancy wheeler, before nancy turned his entire life— and coincidentally, her’s— upside down. maybe then she wouldn’t be feeling the pain she felt now, maybe then, things would have been different for the better.

she clutched the pillow where her head laid, tears streaming down the side of her face and pooling on the plush below. she wasn’t sure when her eyelids finally began to droop, nor when she seemed to slip into the realms of unconsciousness..

“i just don’t understand. she just.. left. and she left in like.. a hurry, too. she didn’t even talk to me.”

steve scanned robin’s face as she listened to his reminiscing of last night’s events, his eyes darting from the road beyond and back over to where she sat. she narrowed her eyes as she turned to look over at him, her eyebrows raised to her hairline. “what?”

steve’s own brow wrinkled and he pouted, “robin! i’m asking you for advice here, since you know,” he gestured towards her with an outstretched palm, “you’re a girl and all.” robin couldn’t suppress her laugh at this, balling her fist and giving him a soft punch to the shoulder. “dude, why’d you say it like that?”

“robin! can we focus?”

“god, steve, please don’t tell me you’re actually that dumb?”

steve blinked, puffing his cheeks out, his brows furrowed in downright confusion. “what are you—“

“steve! she’s in love with you!”

steve blinked again, his foot on the pedal suddenly feeling heavier than usual, the engine of his car revving as they sped up. he suddenly found it hard to breathe as he recalled the night before, the moments leading up to her leaving. in his confused state the night before, he couldn’t seem to recall what had set her off, not until this very moment..

“goddammit,” he muttered beneath his breath. “i said nancy’s name while we were..”

“oh my god! oh my god, you are so screwed.”

his eyelids narrowed over at robin as he turned into the school’s parking lot, swerving to the front entrance where he always dropped her off. he put his car into park and slammed his forehead down onto the steering wheel, his cheeks crimsoning with heat.

how did he not see it before? how could he not have seen the way she looked at him every time he talked about nancy, how could he not have seen how she didn’t hesitate to drop everything for him, how she didn’t even hesitate to agree to their arrangement?

the signs were all there in front of him, as clear as crystal, and he still didn’t realize what was happening until it was far too late. he lifted his head and turned towards his best friend in the passenger’s seat, his lips falling agape with the intention of saying something, but words fell short when he caught a glimpse of the girl he knew all too well trudging her way towards the school’s entrance, hugging her books to her chest.

“steve,” robin said in warning once she realized who he was looking at, his hands subconsciously slipping down to the buckle of his seatbelt. he pressed the pad of his thumb down onto the red button and tugged on the handle of his door, slipping out of the car before slamming the door shut behind him. he ignored robin’s protests as he jogged over to where she was, her name slipping from his lips. her muscles visibly tensed underneath her blouse when she heard his voice, but before she could slip inside of the school, his hand locked around her upper arm, tugging her back.

“steve, please, leave me alone,” she murmured, her eyes cowering away from him and all the other people giving them glances. “please, i need to talk to you,” steve whispered, his irises murky with something she couldn’t name, his brows furrowed in sorrow. “i’m sorry. i think i get it now, you—“

“steve, just stop it,” she hissed this time, snatching her arm away from his grip, adjusting her bag back up onto her shoulder. he called her name again, her jaw tensing and her expression hardening. “you don’t get it, do you hear me? you don’t know how i felt, watching you drive yourself insane over nancy when she already has someone else. you don’t understand what it’s like to feel second to someone else when they haven’t been there like i have, steve. so don’t try and bullshit me and say that you understand, okay?”

steve was silent. his heart was pounding— how could he have been so blind?

she blinked the glossiness away from her vision, pinching her bottom lip with her teeth. “i don’t feel like talking about this right now, okay? just, please, leave me alone.”

and that was that. she pivoted around on her heel and pushed her way inside the school, steve’s lips falling agape, words he wished to say sitting on the tip of tongue but never emitting. robin came up behind him, circling around him to give him a look. “i tried to tell you it wouldn’t go well,” she said. “just give her space. i think you really hurt her, steve.”

robin gave his bicep a soft squeeze before she, too, left him to enter the school, and steve stuffed his hands into his pockets, practically shuffling his feet all the way to his car.

after sliding back into the driver’s seat, he slammed the car door closed as hard as he could, unable to bring himself to care about anything breaking. he leaned back into his seat and ran his fingers through the hair atop his head, his heart thumping so hard inside of his chest that he could hear the beating in his eardrums.

his mind wandered through all the years he’d spent hung up on nancy wheeler, all the years that he’d wasted trying to find a way back to her, only for every single one of his attempts to come to no avail. all those years she’d spent watching him chase after nancy wheeler, when she, herself, wanted nothing more than him.

how could he have been so stupid?

it was like she had said earlier, she was always, always there for him, through thick and thin. she was right there with him to support him at every basketball game, at every swim meet, she even supported him and was there to comfort him every time he’d get into it with his father. she was there before nancy, at the beginning of nancy, at the end of nancy, and even now, she was still there trying to pick up the pieces of himself nancy wheeler had managed to break.

how had he never seen that she was right there all along?

something inside of him felt like it had changed, like all the gears had shifted, as if all the puzzle pieces had suddenly fallen back together perfectly. she was the one holding him together, not nancy, like he had initially thought. she was the only one he had ever fully opened himself up to, and he took all of it for granted, even used her body as his escape, as his stress reliever.

how could he have been so shitty to her?

and even then, she was still there, willing to give herself to him as long as it meant he felt alright.

and that was something he could never replace.

so how could he ever even begin to express how sorry he was?

“robin, i know what you’re doing. and i really don’t want to go to family video right now.”

it had been a few days since she had last seen steve in front of hawkins high, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. a part of her hated to be away from him for so long, for they had hardly even gone a day without seeing each other since middle school. she longed to be with him again, even if things would never be the same again.

she wanted steve harrington back.

the other part of her hesitated, afraid of the pain she knew she’d feel if she saw him again. she was afraid of change, because it was inevitable that it’d happen, and she couldn’t shake the idea that it wouldn’t be for the better.

“come on, it’s been days. you’ll have to talk to him eventually,” robin nudged her with her elbow, and she sighed.

“i know but.. i just— i don’t—“

“for christ’s sake, please! just go so i don’t have to hear the dingus whine and cry about you anymore!” robin groaned, “believe it or not, but he’s extremely sorry. so just get your ass over to family video because he said he has something for you and i told him i wouldn’t tell you anything about it but you’re clearly not gonna budge so i’m breaking a pinky promise right now and—“ robin paused to catch her breath, shaking her head as she squeezed her eyelids shut, trying to find the right words she wanted to say. “just.. go. i think it’ll be worth it, for both of you. please?”

she blinked as robin gazed at her expectantly, her irises glimmering with desperation. she couldn’t help but crack a smile at the idea that steve was this desperate to make things right with her, and that even robin herself wanted her to go. so, she gathered air into her lungs and pressed her lips together, nodding her head.

robin let go of breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding in, pulling her in for a brief squeeze. “thank you. now get over there, he’s waiting and even though he’s a bit of a dingus, i don’t wanna make him feel too stupid.”

she smiled and released a small laugh as she gathered her things, rising from her chair, blinking away the tears brimming her sockets. “thank you, robin.”

she drove to family video in silence, and as she pulled into the parking lot, she swore she could see steve running around inside, most likely noticing her car and panicking. she braved a soft smile at the idea as she turned the car off, taking one, last deep breath before sliding out of her car, and making her way to the entrance.

her hands subconsciously soothed down the wrinkles of her sundress and her fingers ran through her hair before she pushed open the door, ambling into the lobby where steve was, leaning over the counter on his elbows, gazing over at where she stood.

“hey,” he barely managed out, coughing behind his fist as he stood up straight, adjusting the family video vest whilst he made his way around the counter. “hi,” she replied, and it came out as more of a squeak, and she squeezed her eyelids shut in mortification. “so, uh,” steve began, rocking back and forth on his heels, his hands behind his back, seemingly holding onto something. he must’ve noticed she was curious about what he was holding, for he swiftly outstretched his arms towards her, nearly swatting her in the face with the bouquet of beautiful pink flowers. he puffed his cheeks out, his skin scarlet and burning, and she smiled— this was the awkward steve harrington she used to know. “i.. got you these. they’re a little.. crumpled. must’ve been the car ride.”

“oh, steve,” she murmured, taking ahold of the stems and bringing them to her chest, the petals tickling the tip of her nose as she hid her smile away. “they’re beautiful.”

steve stuffed his hands into jean pockets, pressing his lips together as he scanned his brain for anything, anything at all that he could say. there was so much he could and truly did want to say, but words simply just didn’t come easy. would words even be enough to express how sorry he was for hurting her so badly?

“i.. i got you something else,” he chose to say instead, and she followed with her eyes as he made his way back behind the counter, disappearing when he squatted down to grab something she couldn’t possibly imagine. he took this time to take a deep breath, squeezing his eyelids shut before snapping them back open and rising from the ground, making his way back over to where she stood.

has she always looked this beautiful doing absolutely nothing?

did his palms always seem to grow clammy when he was around her?

did he always seem to feel tongue-tied whenever he tried to speak to her?

did his heart always beat this fast around her?

he wasn’t sure, but all he knew to do in this moment was to go for it, the small scrapbook he had spent the past few sleepless nights working on now resting in the palms of her hands. his breath hitched as she stared down at it, wondering if maybe it was a mistake after all to give this to her, if it was a mistake even calling her here at all.

she glanced back up at him, her irises glossed over with something somewhere between sadness and happiness, her eyebrows knit together as she flipped to the first page.

it was unlike anything she’d ever been given before.

polaroids that she and steve had taken together, some that she hadn’t even remembered taking, had been glued on every single page, steve’s handwriting in black ink on every one of them as well. sweet little captions underneath every photo, small letters on every other page, all in steve’s slightly sloppy yet somewhat neat handwriting. she could feel the sting of salt brim her eyelids, and it wasn’t long before droplets fell to the scrapbook below, and steve’s brow furrowed, her name tumbling from his lips in a whisper.

“nooo, no, no, please don’t cry, i don’t want you to cry anymore over me—“

“steve.”

“—because i am honestly such a shitty person and—“

“steve.”

“—and you deserve so much better and—“

“steve.”

she cut him off by nudging his side, a smile peeking through the cracks of her tears like a ray of sunlight. she hugged the flowers and the book close to her chest as if she couldn’t bear to let them go as she let her forehead fall against his shoulder. “i’m crying because i’m happy, steve.”

she could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and although he was hesitant, his arms did eventually wrap themselves around her shoulders, drawing her closer into his warmth. “i’m so, so sorry that i didn’t see,” he mumbled into her hair, his lips peppering kisses to the crown of her head. “i can’t— i can’t believe i took what was right in front of me for granted.”

“but.. what about nancy?”

her smile wavered when she remembered how in love steve had been with nancy wheeler until seemingly this point, and she felt small all of a sudden— did he really have an epiphany or did he just feel guilty?

she wasn’t certain if her eyes told what she felt, but if they did, then steve caught it. he cradled either of her cheeks in his palms, and her heart beat against her chest once again at how close he was. this felt different than anything she’d ever felt before, different than when they had sex with no strings attached. something had changed within steve harrington, and right now, as she stared into his irises, falling further down the depths of brown, she could see it as much as he could feel it.

“i don’t wanna spend any more time talking or even thinking about her right,” he murmured, and he was closer than ever now, his lips a ghost over hers. “she’s already taken so much of yours.”

her lips were sealed with his, and she just about lost her grip on the bouquet and the scrapbook as she rested her knuckles against his elbows, losing herself in the kiss she’d only been dreaming of for years on end. he kissed her with fervor, and she kissed him back with just as much. her heart was feral now in her chest, and she could only hope that she wouldn’t be pinched, in fear that this was all just a dream after all.

but it wasn’t.

she was real, steve was real, steve kissing her was real— it was all real.

their lips never once broke apart as steve walked her back until she could feel the edge of the counter against the small of her back, and she gasped, using her knuckles against his chest to push him away. heat surged to her cheeks as she panted, air slowly finding its way back into her lungs. scarlet seeped through steve’s cheeks, and his teeth pinched his bottom lip, his hand slithering around the back of his neck as if he were trying to find an itch to scratch.

“as happy as i am right now, i still should remind you that you’re at work right now..”

“..yeah, yeah, i know,” steve winced, the corners of his lips twitching as he tittered, drawing her in once again for a peck, her lips tingling with the memory of his when he pulled away. “i.. i can pick you up after work? and i’ll take you out on a real date, one you deserved to go on a long time ago.”

she was hardly strong enough to bite back her smile, “yeah. yeah, i’d like that.”

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heyhey! You said you had a request but couldn’t see it and in case it was mine here i am once again humbling asking you to feed my delusions. I am the same person who asked for the one with the fake dating trope and the one where reader spawns into the lobby :))

But i am here now going for a more angsty route! >:) Granted, this is more of an OC x Alastor but im describing it more generic for the populace BUT HERE GOES

right before “Cover me” reader kept silently glancing over at Alastor which was on the dance floor, subconsciously making him approach her. He goes of course they have a (Important for later) conversation like “I havent seen you around here. Are you new around town?” “Just moved in actually~” “Well, Id love to give you a tour someday, the names Alastor” and he kisses her hand “Ah a charmer, ill have to be careful around you” (OR A MORE ELEGANT CONVERSATION THEN THAT I SUCK AT DIALOGUE) then theres the knife and gun scene and the team up

And then they get together after about a year or two and I dont wanna say theyre legally married but eventually use wife and husband terms because its more fancy and gives them more respect in eyes of others but they have been together for around 5 years at this point.

but then the events of 1925 happen where readers twin brother dies because some bastards set fire to his house and Reader has an argument with Alastor before eventually going alone to avenge her brother (theyre like “theres too many, youll die” “so be it!”)

Reader kills them all (duh) but because it was January and extremely cold she eventually gets hypothermia and during the delusions it gives she stumbles and gets impaled on an abandoned rusty fence spike and dies :3

Alastor find her and gives her a proper burial and 8 years later in 1933 while visiting readers grave he gets shot canonically

But these 8 years gave reader enoigh time in hell to establish her own dominance and due to the life she lived and the death of hypothermia- she gets turned into a sort of blizzard demon. Around 180 cm with black limbs, white fluffy hair and fluffy ears and a white tail as a sinner form and for the demon form im thinking of the faceless Room Guardians by Anyaboz on Instagram (incredible artist btw) with ice powers like summoning weapons and ice spikes and ice touches and moving freely (like Kindred’s wolf in League) in her blizzard. Taking over half the pentagram like this-

Until 1933 when Alastor pops up in hell, does his demon business and eventually wants to check out these frozen parts and goes into a bar very similar to the one they met and sees reader at the table and then THEY HAVE THE EXACT SAME CONVERSATION THEY HAD WHEN THEY FIRST MET (maybe with the knife and gun scene too hehe) and theyre both like “i forgive you” or smth idk maybe they just have a silent agreement- either way.

After they met the blizzard stops and no one knows why or who did it :>, readers identity as the blizzard demon remaining a secret

BTW I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE- if you want more i have a ton of ideas because brain rot- (also lil side note i kind of imagine reader as albino because it would fit my ocs lore a bit more- but keeping it basic would fit everyones ideas of their own reader so! do what you please you already made my day better by reading my ideas come to life :3))

yes!! i did see yours and it is currently in third place for requests i need to fill so ill probably get it done by this weekend, early next week at the latest. it’s just taking me a bit because i’m in midterms rn and also i want to make sure i get in all the details :) i think it might’ve been a request for alastor’s mom reader x lucifer?? i recall getting one about that but can’t seem to find it anywhere. long story short,, your request is in progress and i will post it as soon as i have the time to finish it up :)

UPDATE: This piece has officially been posted as of Friday February 23rd, 2024.

Frostbite (Alastor x Reader)

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im foing thru a bully!osamu brain rot so imagine samu pissing reader off somehow (like collaterally: i imagine him fucking up and KNOWING he fucked up) n is trying to do some damage control by being the sweetest he's ever been I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM GROVEL

i Imagine him to be piss scared at the prospect of u ever breaking up w him over smth he did jendkd

i am incapable of not writing a happy ending for these two idiots

words: 805 cw: fem!reader, post-love confession bully!osamu, jealousy, arguing, insecurity, implied breakup, sfw but minors dni always

honestly, bully!osamu's biggest problem is his jealousy and it's something he still struggles with even after you become official. at first, you kind of deal with it, but as his girlfriend now, you wish he'd trust you enough and get over it.

"i'm tired of having the same argument with you, again and again, samu," you finally said after so much back and forth.

he really did it this time.

you and a classmate were working on a project together worth a big part of your final mark, which obviously meant spending a lot of time together. of course, osamu had a problem with it since it was a guy.

you tried to be understanding—you texted samu every time you were with him and you always did work in the library so you two would never be totally alone. but that wasn't enough for osamu. he still found a way to get upset and grill your partner to the point where he was considering talking to your professor about working with someone else.

when he apologized for it, you, you'll admit you blew up on him a bit.

"it's not just about the stupid project, samu. but thanks soooo much for making that situation harder than it needed to be," you snap, taking him by surprise since you've never raised your voice at him.

"but what's gonna happen in the future? do you just not trust me? i'm sick of feeling guilty about something that it's my fault." after stopping for a moment and catching your breath before sighing. "sometimes i think you're never going to change..."

and osamu doesn't like that. the way the tone of your voice changed just then. panic immediately sets in when you leave the room without looking back at him.

he goes into damage control, but he isn't sure what to do. osamu's never been one to apologize before and if he did, it wasn't in words. he's pretty sure cooking a meal or fucking you won't get him out of this one.

he asks no begs for your forgiveness. it's so stupid, of course, he trusts you. sometimes osamu gets in his own head and doesn't want anyone to have you, but that's immature of him.

osamu gives you some space before he apologizes—holding onto your waist as he tells you how right you are and how he's going to make things right. first, he goes to your project partner and apologizes to him as well (it stings to do so, but osamu knows it's right)

your partner accepts and agrees to continue working with you so neither of your grades is jeopardized. but osamu knows it's not enough.

it starts with breakfast in the morning because hey, he's gifted with amazing cooking skills and he's gonna use them. osamu makes your favorite and serves it to you in bed.

the stern smile on your face tells him that you appreciate the gesture but you're still upset, which he expected.

for the record, miya osamu does not grovel, but he'd be lying if he said your words didn't scare him a little bit. sucking up his pride, osamu kneels next to the bed and takes one of your hands.

"i do trust you, baby," he breathes, choosing his words carefully so as to not upset you.

you pick at the food sitting on the tray. "it doesn't feel like you do sometimes. and it's not just my project partner, but it's our friends. i can see you getting uncomfortable when suna's around and — fuck, samu sometimes i swear you think i'm gonna run off with your brother or something."

ok, that hurt, but he deserves it.

he takes another deep breath. "i will work on it. yer my girlfriend and i trust ya," he says with a steady voice. "and next time i'm bothered by somethin', i'll talk to ya instead of lashin' out."

that perks you up a bit. "and?"

"and...i'll be better about you hangin' out with tsumu and suna. they're yer friends too and i shouldn't be so possessive."

finally, finally you give him a smile, leaning over for a quick kiss. "samu, was that so hard?" you said, running your fingers through his hair. "that's all i want to hear."

for the first time, osamu can breathe easy. the sweetness in your voice is back and you're actually eating his food — a sight he'll never get tired of. "shit, baby, ya had me scared for a second,”

your eyes harden for just a moment. “don’t get too comfortable, samu. changed behavior means more than just an apology.”

and just like that your smile is back, the revolving door of emotion gives osamu whiplash that he’s never experienced before, but he’s more than willing to work on himself if it means you’ll stay.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu #osamu miya #🍑#🍑osamu #bully!osamu

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