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yandere-sins · 4 months

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Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

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hecateslore · 10 days

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i was reading your olderboyfriend! simon x reader drabble and i got hit with an angst idea lolol imagine him being petty and ignoring the reader and she could’ve left a note saying she’ll be going somewhere but he ignored and threw the note away only for reader to get into an accident teehee

reader fucking dies WOAH jk.

"Are you fucking kidding me." You mutter to yourself, tripping over Simons bags that had been sitting in the walk way for over two weeks. Simon, who was on leave for an injury- just couldn't help himself, brooding around the house taking his frustration out on every little thing that just so happened to be in his vision, including you.

"Simon can you do something about those bags!" You yelled from the hallway, no response in return. You sigh frustrated, you walk into your shared bedroom, Simon on the floor rolling his shin splints (like a fucking weirdo Ik.). You let out another sigh, "Did you hear me?" You glare at him, Simon grunted in response, you rolled your eyes.

Eventually Simon comes out of your guys room, sweaty and still annoyed. "The doctor said you need rest." You said solving a daily puzzle on your phone, "I know what the doctor said." He snaps, and without missing a beat, your irritation getting the best of you, "break your knee next time then." You throw you phone on the counter, walking to your room and slamming the door shut.

After ignoring each other all day, you left a note on the counter saying you'd be out.

That was almost 10 hours ago, Simon spam called your phone waiting for you too answer, silently cursing you out for being so reckless. That was until he got a call from an unknown number, his stomach fell, answering it, preparing for the worst.

"I'm at the hospital." Is all you said, hanging up immediately after, some relief was there but why were you in the hospital? Where was your phone? Are you okay? Simon hopped in his car, automatically assuming you were at the hospital in your city, and of course he was correct.

you sat on the hospital bed, your face scratched up, your hands scrapped, your hair messed up, other than that you were fine, still pissed at Simon. "There you are." You heard his deep voice- looking up from inspecting your cut up hands.

"What the fuck," Simon said shocked, confused but happy you were alive, "What happened?" He looked at you with concerned eyes. "Accident." You shrugged, "Are you okay!?" He rushed to your side, "I'm fine." You waved him off. "When you freak out it doesn't help." You mumble. "Sorry I'm worried about My wife." His attitude creeping back slowly, "I can call someone else if this is a problem." You say, every intention of pissing him off, "It would be better if you did." He mumbles and you glare at him, your bickering cut short the minute the doctor walks in.

Once she leaves, You sit with your arms crossed and Simon sits in the chair watching whatever was on the tv. "How's your leg?" You ask, trying to make small talk. "It's fine." He says, his words short. "How's your face?" He asks not breaking eye contact with the screen, "It's sore." You scrunch your nose trying to ease the pain, "The medicine'll kick in a bit." He says quietly. You both go back to not speaking, sitting in silence.

"Sorry about today." Simon says, startling you, "It's fine." You mumble getting comfortable, trying to doze back off. "It's not fine." Simon mocks you, "I'm tired." You yawn, Simon sighs at you.

"You want to lay down?" You ask, which was basically your way of saying "sorry, we'll talk about it later."

"I won't fit." He chuckles, "I'll make you fit." You say while moving over, "That sounds familiar." Simon slides in the bed next to you, both of you squished. You swat his arm playfully, before he adjusts you. Simon kisses the crown of your head, rubbing your very sore shoulder, "How're you feeling?" He asks quietly, "Tired." You say, dozing off. Simon nods, placing a kiss to your temple, "Go to sleep."

#lunden’s response ❀—#olderboyfriend!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #cod mw2

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hannahlovesluca · 5 months

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Sleep

| warnings: nothing i dont think

| genre: fluff

| summary: 😴😴

Ike knew when he joined Nijisanji En, he would have to keep things professional with his co-workers. However, Ike was always one to tease people for fun. He's sure most of the others were annoyed by this (specifically you), but he couldn't help it. Ike's just a very playful person and it's his personality. He knows it's annoying, but it's part of who he is, he has no control over it!

That being said, he’s never been flirty, well except with you. He loves teasing you. And you love it too. But he knows better than to be flirty with anyone else.

He doesn't know why, but something about you caught his eye.

It might've been your sweet face and your innocent eyes, that made him want to corrupt you. Or the way you'd get shy whenever he'd look at you, but you'd still hold your ground. Maybe it was the fact that you were just the cutest little thing, you made him feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. Or maybe it was how you'd give him a pouty face and look up at him with big puppy eyes when he was being too much, and he couldn't say no.

Whatever the reason, it made him flirt with you. And boy, did he enjoy the way your face would get all red and how you'd turn your head away from him.

"You're so cute." He'd laugh.

"Stop it, Ike-senpai." You'd say, trying to act annoyed.

"I can't help it. You're adorable!"

You'd just roll your eyes and continue to try to ignore him.

Even when he was streaming for his almost one million fans, he would keep at the flirtiness.

But there was a day, that everything changed.

It was after a long day of streaming for your fans, and you were feeling exhausted. Ike invited you to come and hang out in Discord voice call with him.

"Hey, Ike, I don't really wanna do anything right now."

"Oh, why not?" He asked, with a fake pout.

"I'm just really tired from the stream. Can we please just watch a movie together or something?"

"Okay, but we're not watching that cheesy crap you like."

"You like those movies too, shut up!"

The two of you ended up watching an action movie, but it wasn't long until you got sleepy. Ike noticed the change in your breathing and your soft snoring, which caused him to giggle.

"Y/N? Are you awake?"

The no response he gets answers his question well enough.

"So you are asleep, hm?"

He can't help the smirk on his face as an idea comes into his head.

"You know, you look even cuter when you're sleeping."

"You know, you've got such a pretty mouth. It'd look even prettier if I could kiss it."

"You're always so fun to mess with, you know that? It's nice to have a playmate like you around."

"It's not fair how adorable you are."

"Maybe I should tell you how cute you are while you're sleeping. Do you want me to?"

Ike doesn't expect any kind of response. But when he gets one, his heart stops.

"Yes, please." You mumble, having been faking your sleep.

Your voice is soft and quiet, but he hears it clearly.

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #nijisanji en #shu yamino #luxiem #mysta rias #vox akuma #luxiem x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #nijien #nijisanji #hannahlovesluca

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luvxiem · 1 year

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luca and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (until it wasn't)

##INFO

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader, fluff, attempt at humor 💔 mild angst (??) suggestive themes at the end, established relationship except nobody thinks it's real LMFAOOOO, college au, they go to school in the us for this just pretend they r all cool foreign students minus shu (he's still cool even if he is american)

word count: 3.1k

##SUMMARY

vox, mysta, shu, and ike haven't met luca's partner because they live in canada, duh! what? of course they're real?? he's not lying this time, he swears! they really are real!!!!

“i’m fucking tired, dude.”

a dark backpack drops roughly to the ground as its owner soon follows suit, the lanky compsci major sitting with a sigh as he shoves his phone into his brother’s face. shu hurriedly swallows his rice and almost chokes in the process while leaning away from the sudden bright screen in front of him. after pounding his chest with his fist a couple times to dislodge a few grains, he realizes that mysta’s phone was open to an instagram post of a couple.

ike leans over to look at the post as well with a raised eyebrow.

“it’s just fulgur and uki?” he questions, staring at his friend. mysta raises his head from where he laid spread-eagle on the grass to glare at him.

“just fulgur and uki,” mysta mocks, dropping his head back onto the ground and reaching up to cover his face with one arm. “everywhere i look is just couples! everywhere! i can’t escape them, man,” he bemoans. ike rolls his eyes and returns to his lunch, used to his friend’s antics. shu glances between the two of them in between bites of his own food, gently nudging a bento toward his distressed brother. mysta grunts in thanks before pushing himself up to sit cross-legged, eagerly lifting the lid of the bento and digging into his food.

"don't cry just because you can't any bitches," a smug voice calls. the trio looks up to see the arrival of vox, the drama major carrying his blazer hooked over his shoulder.

there's a prominent hickey on his neck. mysta's eye twitches.

"shut the fuck up," he grumbles as vox ruffles his hair endearingly before sitting down beside him.

"being single is ok too, ya know," vox sympathizes, knowing that his friend was feeling left out of the recent romantic festivities. "you don't need to be in a relationship to be happy."

shu nods at his words, ever the agreeable one of their friend group. ike pauses mid bite before resuming his meal, not giving any reaction to what vox said. he wasn't about to admit that he's been salty at seeing all the other couples as well. vox notices mysta is still feeling a bit bummed, however, since the shorter man hasn't spoken much since he arrived.

"hey," vox grins, nudging him with his fist. "what if i set you up with an acquaintance of mine?" he offers. mysta glances up at him with mild interest, but before he could respond, the final member of their group comes barreling down the sidewalk with a wide smile, clutching his beanie with one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other.

"hey guys!" luca beams, patting vox's shoulder before plopping down, closing their little circle on the grass. "what were you talking about?" the blonde takes out a sandwich from his bag and looks at the others expectantly. vox smirks as the other three inwardly sigh.

"since i'm the only one who had a valentines this year and being the generous friend that i am, i've decided to set up mysta with a friend of mine," he explains rather proudly. now, vox was expecting a few responses from luca—perhaps an understanding nod, a wail of jealousy, even an aversion to the topic in general—but instead of any of that, the blonde tilts his head in confusion and opens his mouth to speak.

"i had a valentines too, though?"

shu actually chokes on his food this time, ike hurriedly offering him his water bottle and pounding his back to dislodge the shit stuck in his throat. vox was staring at luca in disbelief, mouth opening and closing not unlike that of a fish. mysta, however, throws his head back and starts laughing loudly.

"yeah, right," he cackles, shaking his head before looking back up at his friend. "you're even worse than me when it comes to dating!" luca frowns at him this time.

"i'm being serious! that's why i was busy yesterday, we’ve been together for a few months now-“

"then why haven't you ever talked about them?" mysta accuses. luca shrugs helplessly.

"well, you—you never asked!" vox glances between the two of them before settling on the blonde.

"do you have any pictures of them?" he asks, wanting to give luca the benefit of the doubt even if he didn't actually believe him.

"ok so, y'know how i like, i broke my phone last week? while riding my uh, my bike?" the four nod. "well, i didn't back up my phone and i lost all my photos." mysta's eye twitches once again.

"do they even go to UCI?" shu wonders aloud now that he wasn't at risk of asphyxiation. ike nods in agreement, genuinely curious as well. it’s not that he didn't—no. that's a lie. he didn't believe his friend as much as he wanted to. listen, this was the guy who was locked in a closet with a girl he liked for over ten minutes and didn't even do anything! forgive him for having his doubts!

"no, they live in canada." luca fidgets in place as four pairs of eyes stare at him with clear skepticism. "i'm serious!"

the group looks at each other and comes to a collective agreement.

"luca," ike says hesitatingly. "you don't have to lie to us." vox pats his shoulder comfortingly and nods.

"yeah, big guy. it really is ok if you're single on valentine's day. the whole thing is a capitalistic scam anyways." luca flounders and vox has to appreciate him sticking to the bit, even if he did feel a tad disappointed at the fact his friend thought he had to lie to them.

"what about social media? what's their instagram?" mysta questions, already pulling up the app on his phone once again. luca rolls his eyes.

"they don't have instagram," he reveals. "social media isn't their thing." luca pauses for a moment. "actually, i think one of their friends has a picture of them on their page.” ike, shu, mysta, and vox lean forward in interest.

luca takes mysta's phone and taps on the search bar. he clicks on an account of a short haired blonde girl before sighing in disappointment.

"never mind. millie removed all her posts again." ike, shu, mysta, and vox slump back.

"anyways," luca starts, returning mysta’s phone and swallowing the last piece of his sandwich before standing up and dusting off his pants. "i gotta get going before i miss my—miss my class. see ya!" luca waves with a grin before jogging off. the remaining members stare at where he just stood.

"there's no way they're real," ike deadpans.

following the reveal of luca’s very real, not fake, canadian partner, the blonde starts using them as an excuse every time there’s a get together.

“i can’t, tonight’s movie night! he replies excitedly when vox invites him to go drinking after exams.

a week later: “not today, we’re playing overcooked!”

“i think they’ve had a bad day and i wanna call them.”

“sorry, i already made plans.”

the other four members of their group have been sneaking glances at each other every time luca evades their clutches, slowly becoming more and more upset with every (perceived) lie coming out of their friend’s mouth. if he really didn’t want to hang out with them, he should just be honest and say so instead of doing whatever—whatever this is.

today’s excuse was, “tomorrow’s our anniversary and i gotta get ready!”

mysta stares at the spot luca previously occupied before he ran off in the direction of the dorms. the brunette’s frowning, gnawing on his lower lip and bouncing his knee repeatedly. nearby students stare at him with mild annoyance and inch away.

“what the actual hell.” ike looks up from his worksheet and casts a nervous glance at the librarian. hopefully they were far enough away that they wouldn’t hear their inevitably loud conversation. he couldn't deal with another scolding this week.

“why does he keep ditching us,” mysta scowls, now leaned back rather precariously in his chair and chewing on the tip of his pencil. ike chooses not to respond despite agreeing with his friend, currently more preoccupied with his essay. vox and shu, however, have no such priorities at the moment and thus can entertain mysta’s concerns.

“does he not like us anymore?” vox frowns, suddenly a bit insecure. shu nudges his arm with a gentle smile.

“nah, luca isn’t the type of person to just ghost us like this. maybe he really is dating someone,” he says cheerfully. vox and mysta lock eyes before resolutely shaking their heads.

“no. there’s no way,” vox vehemently denies, mysta nodding in agreement. shu hums in response, twirling his pen in his hand with a contemplative expression.

“i dunno,” he muses. “i mean, luca’s like, a good looking guy. would it really be that surprising for him to have a partner?”

“yes!” mysta exclaims, slamming a hand down on the mahogany table. “he doesn’t even react whenever someone tries to flirt with him! he’s too dense to date!” more than a few people swivel their heads toward them at the noise and glare.

“luca may be hot but he doesn’t, y’know. have much rizz.” vox winces, feeling a bit bad about talking behind their friend’s back like this.

the four men silently mull over every possible reason they could think of as to why luca keeps disappearing on them. eventually, dinnertime arrives and they each say their goodbyes before heading out for the night. hopefully the mystery surrounding their friend will be resolved soon; it’s been too long since the five of them got to hang out all together.

there’s something wrong with luca.

in their shared 8AM class, shu notices the smile he gave in greeting didn’t quite reach his eyes. he kept shooting glances at his phone all morning, noticeably more than usual.

“hey,” shu whispers, leaning in close. “you okay?”

luca hums distractedly, his response a little delayed.

“yeah, it’s nothing,” he grins before turning forward to face the professor. shu stares at his side profile for a few seconds and wonders what his friend might be thinking about that might have caused his less-than-stellar mood. unfortunately, luca packed up and slipped out of the lecture hall almost immediately after they were dismissed, leaving shu in the dust and wondering how he could cheer up his friend.

ike can sense his gloom from a mile away. the english major runs into him on his way to the student store—quite literally. luca was looking down at his phone and didn’t see the other man until they bumped heads, both of their belongings spilling onto the ground around them.

“ouch… you good, luca?” ike asks, fixing his glasses that went askew.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. ike observes him for a moment before reaching to pick up his things. perhaps the blonde thought he was worried he got hurt in their little scuffle. don’t get him wrong—of course he cares—but in ike’s humble opinion, his friend’s mental state was a smidge more important than his physical at the moment.

luca grabs his phone and groans. looking over, ike can see a large crack going down the middle of the screen which was glitching at random intervals.

“ah, i’m so sorry, luca” he apologizes, feeling guilty. luca waves him off.

“it’s not your fault,” he reassures, although judging by the look on his face, he was clearly upset. “i gotta run—see ya, ike.” before the other could even respond, luca shoves his broken phone into the pocket of his hoodie and stands up, turning the corner without another word.

“bye, luca…” ike mumbles dejectedly.

mysta and vox are waiting at the back of the line in the cafeteria for lunch when luca shows up behind them with a forlorn expression on his face. vox doesn't notice, however, and grins at his arrival, wrapping an arm around luca’s shoulder and ruffling his hair.

“why didn’t you pick up the phone?” vox whines. “i called you like, five times.” luca shrugs off his arm and takes a step back from the duo. vox and mysta frown at his reaction, realizing their friend wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment.

“it died,” luca grumbles, letting out a loud huff. the three of them slowly move up the line, grabbing items off the counter and placing them on their respective trays. luca’s was noticeably empty.

“we’re out of pizza, sorry,” the cafeteria worker says, shrugging helplessly. “the only thing we have left is salad.” mysta looks down at his tray guiltily knowing he must have taken the last plate. he opens his mouth to offer it to luca but the other man just takes the plate of salad with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

they eat in tense silence—luca stabbing the greens rather aggressively with his fork while the other two share concerned looks.

'should we ask him what's wrong?' vox mouths, nodding his head in luca's direction. mysta frowns, worried that their questions might just make him more irritated. on the rare occasions that he's upset, luca usually chooses to distance himself from others until he calms down in case he ends up taking out his frustrations on them. at his core, luca is kind, and he doesn't want to hurt the people he cares about.

deciding to wait for his friend to come to them instead, mysta shakes his head. it won't do them any good now to talk to luca when he's this wound up.

after luca leaves, the two immediately call ike and shu to come up with a plan. when the duo hears of the others' run ins with their friend today, the four come to a collective agreement.

"so..." shu starts, staring at the door in front of them. "what're we gonna say?"

the group stands in front of luca and vox's shared dorm room holding a variety of items: cheddar cheese pringles, ike's blue ray dvd of 'shrek,' and ice cream cake. hopefully luca's calmed down enough now and they can attempt to improve his mood. the sun is just barely starting to set and dinner won't be for another hour—maybe they can order pizza to make up for lunch?

before any of them can come up with something, however, they hear a loud noise coming from inside that sounded suspiciously like something breaking. panicking, vox shoves the cake into mysta's arms and frantically searches his person for his dorm key. fumbling to open the door, vox trips over a pair of shoes in the doorway that don't belong to him nor luca (not that he notices in his alarm).

"luca!" vox calls out worriedly. "are you oka-"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

ike's sudden screech startles everyone in the dorm. all six of them.

pressed against the wall was luca, staring at his friends with wide eyes and tussled hair. his lips were slightly swollen and there was a faint line of drool on his chin, the hoodie he was wearing thrown haphazardly onto the couch. holding him against said wall was a rather attractive stranger with equally ruined hair and flushed cheeks, both of their necks clearly littered with hickeys, although luca's noticeably more so. on the floor next to them lay the sorry remains of vox's lamp.

mysta's eye twitches.

"um. hello," you wave, trying to subtly fix your hair and clothes while luca leans against the wall, dazed and still shirtless.

"you must be luca's friends, it's great to meet finally you all!"

at your words, the group suddenly reanimates from where they stood frozen in the doorway.

"you're—you're real. you're actually real." ike stammers. "you're luca's partner?!"

you shift awkwardly, nodding. did your boyfriend not talk about you to them?

mysta stares at you, mouth agape as he struggles to process the scene before him.

you're the farthest thing from what he's imagined, which is rather impressive considering he wasn't able to come up with anything at all. how in the hell did luca manage to cuff somebody as hot as you?!

"what the fuck," he says eloquently. that just about sums up everyone's reaction, minus the apparently real couple.

"...my lamp," vox weakly adds, unable to say anything more complicated than monosyllables in his shock.

shu—god bless his soul—comes to his senses quicker than the others and hurriedly places the gifts on a nearby counter before pushing his friends out the dorm, sending a wink your way and slamming the door shut behind him leaving you and luca alone once again.

your eyes glance over the stuff with an amused expression on your face. turning to face your lover, you slam your hands against the wall next to his head and peck him on the lips.

"what's up with that?" you ask, nodding your head toward the presents. luca blinks at you, taking a moment to process your question in the aftermath of the chaos that just ensued.

"they probably—uh. i think they wanted to cheer me up," he guesses. you hum in response, running your fingers through soft blonde hair. luca let's his eyes fall shut and sighs contentedly.

"were you upset earlier, baby?" you ask, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before biting down. luca whines above you as his arms tense from where they were wrapped around your waist.

"mmm, i thought you forgot about me," he admits, shivering at the feeling of your warm tongue laving against the freshly formed bruise. "you weren't replying to any of my messages."

you chuckle, pulling back to gaze lovingly at your cute boyfriend.

"of course i didn't forget about you, luca, or our anniversary. i'm sorry i didn't tell you i was flying over before, i wanted to surprise you," you coo, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear.

"it's ok, i'm just happy you're here," luca mumbles, holding you tightly. with a laugh, you pull away but before he could even think about protesting, you grab his wrist and drag him toward his bed.

"you sure you don't want an apology?" you tease, enjoying the way luca's face burns red at the implication.

"n-no! i mean, yes! i want an apology! please!"

"of course, baby," you purr, pushing him onto the mattress and straddling his hips. "let me make it up to you."

outside, the four men stood frozen in the same position they were in when they got forced out of the room five minutes ago.

"holy shit," vox breathes, "luca gets bitches."

##WRITTEN ON 230220

#this is so fucking stupid also happy belated valentines day #luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luca.txt #luca does in fact get bitches (me)

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silvermarley · 7 months

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Hi! I just discovered your acc and I love what I have read 💖🥺 Can I make a request? 👉🏻👈🏻 today is Tanjiro's birthday so I would like a Tanjiro x fem reader smut (both are adults but his gf is a couple of years older than him) where both have been busy lately with work and don't have time for a bit of sex until one night after work his girlfriend decides to start the action and seduce him but despite the fact that they have done it before he still feels very shy with her but in the end they end up having a good sex night. Have a nice day! 😁

Thank you for reading my stuff! <3 (Ik it’s his bday by the time u asked but happy very late bday to Tanjiro 😭 so sorry I couldn’t work on this sooner!)

Work Can Wait

Tanjiro x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, aged up, established relationship, soft sex

Work really left no time for sex, leaving only cuddling to sleep and the other more basic things. That’s not entirely a problem to you, but you began to miss his touch in the more intimate ways.

With the seemingly never ending work you two had to do, it seemed impossible for it to happen for the time being. But you felt hope when your boss let you leave work slightly early, saying that you’ll be working the later shift the next day.

Not just that, but it seemed the gods had blessed you tonight since you got a text from your lover after you informed him of your situation.

Tan <3: Love, you’ll never believe this!

(Y/N): Go on-

Tan <3: I get to work much later in the day tomorrow, so we can finally have time to ourselves! :)

(Y/N): You’re joking.. that’s amazing!

You set down your phone on the bed and smiled happily.

Tanjiro got home about 15 minutes after you did on a normal day. But now that you had the extra time to ready yourself, you decided to put it into use.

You took a shower, and made sure you felt good.

Then you dug through your drawer to find what you wanted. You had bought a beautiful lingerie set a bit ago, it was a lovely maroon color. You bought it in hopes that something like this would happen.

With almost child-like excitement, you rush to put it on. After doing so, you admire how it complements your body. You were reminded of why you picked it to begin with.

The color was your boyfriend’s favorite. It seemed to also be close to his hair color, bringing a sense of warmth to your heart at the thought.

You continue to freshen up, making sure you looked your best. Deciding not to put your normal clothes on, you put a silk robe over it temporarily. You already knew what you would do to get what you want.

Tanjiro texted you that he was on the way home by the time you completely finished getting ready. “Great timing..” you thought.

You sat yourself on the bed and waited in anticipation for him to arrive home. You practically jumped up when you heard his car door shut just outside.

He knocked on the door, knowing you were home. When you opened the door, he didn’t notice what you were wearing at first, doing his usual routine.

You had discarded the robe, wanting to initiate what you’ve been wanting for a while.

After giving you a kiss and a warm hug, he pulls back. Suddenly his face becomes a rose color, blushing like a schoolboy.

“I-“ he started then gulped, “B-Baby.. what’s all this? You got all dolled up for me?”

You pull him down to you by his collar and gave him a peck on the lips. “Mhm..” is all you said.

He couldn’t help but stare. Something about you wearing his favorite color in such an erotic way made him feel hot.

Tanjiro pulls you in by your hips after regaining his composure. “Y-You look amazing..“ he puts his head on your shoulders and inhales. “‘Always love your scent after a long day..”

You chuckle lightly, and start running your hands on his upper body, knowing the effect your touch has on him. He lifts his head.

Taking the chance, you pull him by his hand, leading him to your shared room. He patiently follows like a lost puppy.

As you two enter the room, neither of you bother closing the door. You find your back against the wall, lips against his once more, but this time your tongues dance together in a heated makeout.

You both shamelessly moan into the kiss, knowing you two needed this. It’s been way too long.

You parted from the kiss, tugging on his dress shirt. He nods and lets you take it off of him, to which you discard the clothing to the side.

Your hands ran up and down his chest, admiring the view you missed dearly. It wasn’t long before you were forced back into another kiss by his desperate lips.

Not wanting to break away from him, you unbuckle his belt and slip it off, letting it drop.

“Fuck darling.. I-I need you..” he whispers huskily, now hastily leading both of you to the bed like a virgin who can’t wait to get his “v-card” taken away.

He hovers over you, his lustful gaze admiring you under him. He was going to make up for all the missed moments due to work.

“‘Looking so pretty..” he mumbles, kissing down your collarbone to your stomach and then your thighs.

He presses more sloppy kisses on your inner thighs until he gets right next to where you need him. Tanjiro tugs down your panties, getting harder at seeing how wet you already were.

After throwing them to the floor, his lips are immediately on your pussy. You moaned loudly at the contact, sensitive from lack of attention to it.

He groans at your taste, something he craved daily, but such a thing was out of touch. His skillful tongue worked wonders on your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit.

Your hands thread through his hair, gripping it to base yourself in reality. Even after what felt like ages, he knew just how to make you feel good.

You don’t remember when he did it, but one finger, now two, was pumping in and out of you. Your back arched off the bed, the stimulation he was giving your poor cunt after being neglected was overwhelming.

“G-Gonna cum! Don’t stop..!” You whined.

He was lost in your taste and in your sounds. He only hummed and continued his actions.

It was only when your legs were shaking and you were pushing at his head did he stop. He licked his lips, like someone who just ate a delicious treat.

He blushed wildly, his body screaming at him to fuck you. Tanjiro removed the rest of his clothing, which felt a bit embarrassing due to your staring.

He moved back over you, slotting himself back in between your thighs. His cock rubbed against your slick pussy, and you both groaned in unison.

“Y-You ready baby? Please say you are..” it’s not hard to tell he is holding himself back.

You nodded. He smiled, and kissed your lips.

“Been dreaming about this..” he whispers again as he pushes in slowly, as he always would.

“Me too..”

As he finally bottomed out, it was a feeling you both knew and loved. He wanted to wait until you were properly adjusted to him before he moved, even if it was almost painful for him.

But you couldn’t wait anymore. Not when what you’ve been wanting is right in front of you. You try to buck your hips up to get the friction you crave.

He bit his lip and knew you felt the same. You needed this now.

Tanjiro began slowing pulling out and the thrusting back in. With every one, we would find the rhythm that worked and then kept it from then on.

He had you gripping at the sheets and moaning without restraint. Not that he was any better though. He was quite loud himself, gripping onto your hips for dear life.

“God.. I missed this so much..” he breathily mutters, immersed in the clenching of your pussy on him.

You whimpered in response. His thumb, almost out of reflex, moves to your clit and rubs small circles. You arch into him more, as he leans over you carefully watching your reactions.

You felt yourself get close. Your noises increased in volume, and you tighten around him. The bucking of his hips got sloppier as he felt himself get close to the brink as well.

“Y..You’re gonna cum with me right sweetheart?” He moaned, “Please.. cum for me.”

You nodded with vigor, one hand holding onto his arm and the other digging into the sheets.

“Fuck.. cumming!” You moan, seeing white as you do.

Tanjiro groans wildly and thrusts a few more times, before spilling his seed inside you. He stays inside for a moment, then pulls out.

He watches his cum drip out of you. He has to tear his eyes away.

You chuckled, noticing his trance. He falls to the side of you when you pull him.

“Didn’t know I needed that this badly..” he laughed nervously, staring into your eyes sweetly.

“Yeah..” you agree, “I love you so much.”

He kisses your forehead. “I love you too, my love. I’m sorry work has stalled my attention towards you. I’ll make sure I can get more time with you from now on to take care of your needs.”

You lay your head on his shoulder. “That would be nice.. and I promise the same.”

Your eyes slowly flicker shut, as his voice soothes you to sleep. He smiled warmly and later decides to get some rest himself.

#levys friends #kny smut #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer smut #tanjiro x reader #kny fluff #tanjiro smut

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iheartcake123 · 11 months

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☁️stay-seo moon-jo☁️

a/n: ik it’s been a while since i last updated but here’s the next part finally😭 it’s more of a filler chapter to build the story line but i hope you all like it!!

warnings: kissing (?)

Masterlist

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Part 5

-3rd person p.o.v-

days passed and y/n did her best to avoid moon-jo at all costs. this meant getting up and leaving the building at the crack of dawn and only coming back after seok-yun messaged that the coast is clear.

the things between the two of them weren’t really progressing as she thought, maybe he was getting fed up of her? y/n didn’t know why but in a way she was relieved. as sweet as seok-yun was, he was a bit childish and she saw him more as a best friend.

it was draining to have to keep that same routine but it was a lot better than confronting moon-jo again and feeling what she felt the last time she was with him.

“it’s all good, just working most days and trying to save as much as possible” y/n spoke into her phone.

she was on the phone with her sister again.

“there’s no cheap places to live at in seoul so it might take me a while” she continued to speak into her phone “yeah i know..i’ll eat well too. take care too-bye”

y/n ended her phone call and leaned back in the chair she was sat in. she was in the shared kitchen area.

“oh, pretty girl. it’s good im catching you now. i have some stuff to tell you.” miss.eom entered and y/n just nodded her head.

“the womens bathroom is out of service for the next 2 days while i fix a leak so, you’ll need to use the mens one in the mean time” she cheerfully said patting her shoulder.

“but i don’t-” y/n was about to protest.

“ahh you’re a good girl, i knew you’d understand” she cut y/n off completely and walked off before she could say anything more.

y/n couldn’t believe it.

she either had to use the mens bathroom or not shower until the womens bathroom got fixed.

things just kept getting worse.

she thought about it and she had 2 options.

she could either just use a bathhouse but that would mean spending money that she barely had at the moment or she could just brave it out and decide to use the men’s bathroom.

it was a no brainer after looking at her bank account.

using the men’s bathroom it was.

if she just timed everything correctly it would all go smoothly and she wouldn’t bump into anyone.

y/n stealthily made her way to the bathroom and checked if the coast outside was clear. thankfully, it was so she then pushed the bathroom door open and walked in.

almost instantly she froze as she saw moon-jo stood in front of one of the sink mirrors. his hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

he had definitely just gotten done with a shower.

his gaze lingered on her as she nervously apologised while taking some steps backwards to exit the bathroom. she tried not to but her eyes landed on moon-jo’ bare chest and abs. there were scars spread over his upper torso and her eyes were instantly drawn to them.

she caught herself looking for a little too long so with one final apology, she left the bathroom and ran back to her room.

“shit” she cursed under her breath, she was now pacing back and forth in her room.

from now on she was definitely just going to use a bathhouse, she didn’t care if it cost her. she just couldn’t have a repeat of walking in on moon-jo or any one else.

she laid down on her bed and took some deep breathes in and out to calm herself down. she silently fell into a peaceful slumber.

after a while, there was a knock on her door and she calmed herself down before answering it.

moon-jo stood, wearing a loose black longsleeve t-shirt and some grey joggers.

she stared up at moon-jo who looked at the girl up and down. the pair didn’t say a word and y/n gulped as moon-jo took a step forward into her room.

he then shut the door behind him. y/n didn’t know how to react as he continued taking steps closer to her until her back hit a wall.

“moon-jo….” she whispered. confused at why he wasn’t saying a word.

he continued not saying a word as he rested his hands on her waist, pinning her against the wall.

y/n’ breath hitched as moon-jo then pressed his lips to hers. the kiss was filled with need and passion as y/n brought her arms to wrap around moon-jo’ neck to pull him closer. their bodies were now pressed up against one another and after a couple of seconds moon-jo pulled away.

his forehead rested on hers as they both took a second to catch their breathes. y/n couldn’t help but smile like a mad women. it had been a while since she last felt a fire lit inside her.

“wake up” moon-jo suddenly said taking a step backwards and y/n raised an eyebrow.

“what?” she was confused.

“wake up” moon-jo repeated.

suddenly, y/n sat up in bed. she was breathing hard and realisation hit her.

it was a dream.

she just dreamt of having a make out session with moon-jo. she shook her head, trying to shake the dream from her memory.

why was she dreaming about moon-jo in that way?

#kdrama imagine #writing #kdrama x reader #strangers from hell imagines #strangers from hell x reader #strangers from hell #moon jo imagines #moonjo imagine #moon jo x reader #moon jo fic

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graziellathedancingqueen · 1 year

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connor murphy x reader part 1

requested by @fictionalincorrectquotes

summary: reader stands up for Connor in the cafeteria and defends him when the teacher is getting mad because of his phone in class.

word count: 1110 (part 1 and 2)

warnings: reader has anxiety?

pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

a/n: i hope you like it because i definitely like it!! If I made any mistakes please tell me <33

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

First day of school after summer holidays. Great. The worst day of school. Well one of the worst days of school. Always the days after holidays. It's so hard going back after maybe having the time of your life.

That wasn't the case for Connor Murphy. It also wasn't the case for y/n. Both had been spending the holidays at home all day. Their families didn't seem to like that and they were really happy to get them out of the house.

Now both the teens were walking down the same hallway but facing each other. They straight up ran into each other as they were both looking on the ground which ended with him shoving y/n to the ground, looking at them and just walking away. Y/n was now thinking //should i just keep laying on the ground or should I try to get up? Laying here isn't that bad// until they feel someone gently kicking their leg "hey... um... I'm sorry about my brother. Y/n, right? We have history together... in... five minutes" Zoe Murphy says holding out her hand for y/n to take and help her up. "Don't worry. It was my fault anyways. You're Zoe then?" Y/n answers unable to meet her eyes. "Yeah. Zoe Murphy. Do you know where the class room is? I don't really understand our new time table" the girl says smiling at y/n "Sure... we have exactly two minutes to get there. Let's go. Is your brother okay?" y/n tries to keep the conversation going looking over at Zoe. "You're really asking me if he's okay? He pushed you. Not the other way around." Zoe says looking rather surprised. "He seemed upset." "That's because he hates school and people. He's probably skipping our history class" Zoe responds shrugging before opening the door to the classroom. It's almost a wonder but as they enter they see no one other than Connor Murphy in the back of the class. "How...?" y/n starts. "Must've sneaked past us as we were talking and you were... laying on the ground." Zoe says not questioning anything. Y/n gives her a quick look before the bell rings and they have to sit down.

Class starts and the teacher keeps asking pointless questions as Connor keeps having an eye on y/n, who keeps picking the skin on their fingers while their leg keeps shaking uncontrollably. Mannerisms he knows very well from himself.

Almost two hours later it's time for lunch. Finally. But there's nothing y/n hates more that the cafeteria. Yet y/n has to go there to at least get the food and leave. Maybe sit down under a tree in the garden or something.

But just as they enter the cafeteria they hear Jared say something about Connor's hair and Evan laughing about it. It wasn't really their fault but for whatever reason y/n was not having it. "God can you like shut the fuck up for once. Seriously though try to talk when you have something smart to say. And as we all know that's really rare (ik he's kinda smart just ignore that. We all know that he's mean sometimes) you should shut up right now, turn around and leave." y/n says before just walking past the three boys that are all just staring in shock. Once again Connor just turns around and leaves but not before flashing y/n the smallest smile. Jared just looks over at Evan "whatever. They're freaks. Let's just get our lunch and find a place to sit"

#connor murphy #dear evan hansen #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen x reader #mike faist

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akfsylph · 1 year

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Blizzard of ‘23

we have reached the end fellas!!! hella smut warning :^)

special shout out to courtney for being the reason why this fic started in the first place lol

thank you to all of those who have been reading! the love and support kept me going :)

im writing a Creek fanfic atm if y'all are into that. i also am totally open to requests if you guys have any suggestions so hit up my ask lol

THANK YOU AGAIN AND ENJOY!!!

Chapter 5

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After leaving Butters’s shop, Kyle made the drive home back to his parents’ place. He was grateful he no longer had to worry about his mother or father spotting the former damage on his car and then harassing him about the situation. He had given Cartman everything he had asked for in their little agreement they made prior.

Well, almost everything.

Kyle didn’t quite understand why he kept getting wrapped up in the other man’s never-ending teasing. The redhead knew that Eric knew exactly what he was doing: He would piss Kyle off (as he always did) and challenge him. And Kyle hated losing to Cartman. He hated Cartman.

He hated how the other man would say his name; with an “al” instead of pronouncing the “le” at the end of his name. He hated how Cartman would throw every little thing in his face, or the way he would call him some insulting name. He hated the way he got Kyle so worked up with he planted wet kisses all over his upper body until he traveled down to his dick and—

He didn’t hate that part of Cartman, the redhead admitted to himself. Kyle absolutely loved the way the brunet’s mouth was wrapped around him last night and the way he so mind-blowingly took over his body and mind. It boggled the redhead how much he could both despise someone and want someone so much.

Before he knew it, Kyle was pulling into the driveway; his thoughts consuming his mind made the drive a lot quicker. Collecting his belongings from the passenger seat, he went into the familiar house of his parents.

Both Ike and his mother were sitting at the dining room table on the other side, cards in their hands and lying in piles on the wooden tabletop. The noirette was intently focused on whatever cards were currently in hand as he refused to look up despite their mother saying, “Oh, Kyle, welcome back. Ike told me you met with an old friend, how was it?”

Kyle mentally thanked his brother for covering for him so he didn’t have to do so, “It was nice, ma. What are you two playing?” The redhead placed his bag down and sauntered over to the table, hoping that his mother wouldn’t inquire any further.

“Kings in the Corner,” Ike answered, “and I’m about to win,” the Canadian placed the remainder of his hand onto the cards surrounding a deck on the table, and Sheila sighed and placed her cards down as she watched him finish. Kyle leaned down to place a gentle hand on his mom’s shoulder and kiss her cheek.

“I’m gonna go shower; don’t lose too hard to Ike,” Kyle said as the two at the table continued their game. Legs took the tall man up the stairs and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him before his father could call out to him from his office.

He turned the faucet on to warm the water as he stripped his clothes, eager to clean last night’s events off his body. The slim body stepped into the shower, twirling himself around to feel the hot water hit all over, reaching for the washcloth and body wash from the shower’s shelf. Squirting the scented soap into the cloth settled in his palm, he began to wash his pale, slender body in circles, relaxing deeper into the pleasant sensation.

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After Kyle’s shower, he found himself spending most of his day and evening with his parents and brother doing various at-home activities that included board and card games, watching a new episode of Sheila’s soap opera, and drinking many glasses of wine thanks to Gerald continuously supplying the four family members with refills. Ike had managed to get him alone for a few moments so he could pester him about Eric, but Kyle refused to give too many details to his younger brother.

When evening fell on South Park, the Broflovski’s enjoyed dinner and more wine together, chatting happily at the table after the meal was finished. Kyle soon became distracted, however, when the sound of his ringtone played loudly from where his phone was sitting on the table. He wanted to ignore the call, listening to a story being told by his father, but when he checked the caller ID, he became interested.

Cartman.

Kyle knew exactly why the heavy man was phoning him, and a wine-fueled Kyle became exhilarated at the idea of what was to come from this call.

“I gotta take this,” the redhead pushed himself out of his seat, hearing an “okay” from Sheila and grabbing his wine glass before resorting to his room.

“Hey, you” Kyle answered, closing his bedroom door.

“Wow, a proper greeting,” the brunet’s voice said, “you must be in a good mood. I’m sure that’s ‘cause of me.”

“Please,” the redhead scoffed, “when have you ever put me in a good mood?”

“Last night?” the smirk could be heard in Eric’s voice.

Kyle’s stomach did a flip and his lower body started to burn at the thought of the other man’s hands forcing him still on the couch as he gobbled and swallowed him whole.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I still have to return the favor, huh?” the redhead suggested as he walked towards the old, dingy mirror sitting in his room to check his appearance, finishing the rest of his wine when he was pleased with the reflection. “You better be ready, shithead.”

“So eager now, aren’t we, Kyle? Get your ass over here already,” the brunet demanded as he ended the phone call, signaling to the tall man that he was officially invited to go to the other man’s apartment.

Movements mimicked last night as Kyle pulled his bag over his shoulder and began to jet out of his parents’ home. Only this time, it wasn’t his brother who stopped him before he could exit, but his mother.

“Oh, Kyle, where do you think you’re going? You’re not going to drive after drinking, are you?” Sheila interrogated, disrupting the conversation the three were partaking in.

“I’m just going—” Kyle began.

“Oh, no, you sit your little tush down; you already left last night,” his mother interrupted, “What, you don’t like spending time with your family anymore?”

“Sheila,” his father interjected, “he’s fine; let him go have fun. He’s probably spending the night with some girl.” Kyle’s cheeks went pink after hearing that from his father, becoming mildly flustered as if he knew that he was actually going to a man’s house instead. The redhead saw Ike chuckling to himself after seeing his brother’s face while his mother looked at her husband annoyed.

“He can spend time with us, he’s never here!” She insisted.

“Bye, Kyle, we’ll see you later,” Gerald ignored the redheaded woman, waving to his eldest son as he waited for him to leave.

“Bye, Kyle,” Ike joined, and with that, Sheila surrendered and let out a sigh.

The tall man was soon out the door and into his car, making the same trip he had just done last night. Turning into the complex, he parked in a similar spot as he trotted to the now familiar apartment of Eric Cartman.

When he approached the door, it swung open before the man even had a chance to knock. Kyle was then being pulled into the apartment by the husky man, leaving the brisk, bitter air to enter a heated kiss.

The brunet pulled away for a moment to ask, “Kyle, have you been drinking?” There was a small laugh that left the shorter man’s mouth when he smelled the wine on the taller man’s breath, and the redhead placed sloppy kisses on the side of Eric’s face and neck.

“Hm, no, I don’t drink,” Kyle claimed as slender hands moved up and down the plump upper body pressed against him. Eric removed a hand to land a hard smack on the redhead’s ass.

“Fuck off,” the brunet said with the same hand now firmly planted on the ass check of Kyle. He then led the swaying man towards the living room couch before asking, “You want me to mouth fuck you on the couch? Or would you be more comfortable with your knees on the bed?”

“I preferred to be fucked on the bed,” Kyle responded, and the brunet swiftly guided him into the bedroom on the other side of the room.

Clothes were removed as their tongues tangled together and their lips refused to split apart, only taking breaks when the physical barrier of their clothes prevented their mouths from meeting. Kyle was pushed on the bed behind him as Eric fell on top of him, both men holding on to any part of the other’s body that they could possibly touch.

The wine was making Kyle feel bold, taking a clump of brown hair in his hand to force the other man to look at him directly, “Aren’t you gonna show me who’s boss? You’re so damn quiet in bed.”

“Getting impatient already?” Eric smirked, “I have no problems telling you to get on your knees and start sucking me off.” The brunet looked down at the body below him for a moment, “Well? Are you gonna get fucking on with it? Knees. Now.”

The heavier man positioned himself on the bed to where he was sitting upright with legs spread and his hard length exposed, waiting for the redhead’s mouth to devour. Kyle obeyed Eric’s orders, getting onto both hands and knees, rubbing the insides of thick thighs as he spread the brunet’s legs out wider. He wasted no time with teasing kisses or soft swirls to the tip of the throbbing length with his tongue; Kyle immediately took all of Eric in his mouth, using his tongue to lubricate a side of his cock.

Eric arched his back and gasped at the unexpected pleasure that was enclosed around his entire length, moaning out a few curse words as the redhead continued to lick and suck the complete package. Fat fingers entwined themselves in thick curly hair, latching on tightly as the brunet made small thrusts into the tall man’s mouth.

Tears were beginning to fill the corner of green eyes as he continued sucking and licking the hard cock, but the man had no intentions of giving up and letting the husky man get a moment to recover.

However, the redhead soon felt his hair being pulled roughly with his mouth leaving Eric’s dick with a trail of spit still connected to his tongue. Green eyes connected with mismatched eyes, both bodies becoming sweaty with heat and lust.

“Fuck, Kyle, I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” the brunet said with a solid grip still in red locks. “Stay on your hands and knees, hot stuff.”

Again, the redhead obeyed Eric’s words as he watched him take a moment to compose himself before moving around the pale man. The exposed ass of Kyle hung in the air for the other man, who slapped each check before giving it a tender kiss. Eric leaned against the back of Kyle, situating his hard-on in between ass cheeks as he wrapped a hand around the taller man’s own hard-on.

“You wanna be fucked like a slut?” The brunet asked, pumping the cock in his hand, hoping to get the man below him to beg.

Kyle responded with a moan, the sensation of his dick being jerked off clouded his mind, and Eric pumped harder when he was met with no words from the other man as he asked again, “Didn’t you hear me? Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“Y-Yes,” the redhead finally said.

“Yes, what, Kyle? What do you want?”

“I-I want you to fuck me, Eric,” he abashedly admitted, bringing his ass closer to the cock that was pressed against it. Another playful smack landed on the pale ass of Kyle, while Eric released his length to place both hands on bony hips. Making sure he was positioned properly, the pudgy man licked his hand and rubbed his throbbing dick until it was wet enough to slide into Kyle.

The brunet gave Kyle no warning or preparation to his length being pushed into him; he let out a sharp and shaky gasp when more than half of Eric abruptly entered in him. He then began to thrust, pushing himself in fully and practically falling on top of the redhead.

“Fuck, Kyle, you have no idea how long I’ve waiting to see you like this,” he said into a pale neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to—” the brunet thrusted deeply, earning a deep moan from the body below, “fuck your fucking brains out.”

Love bites began attacking Kyle’s neck, as all the redhead could do was try and keep himself propped up while he met Eric’s thrusts with his own. He was overwhelmed with pleasure and sensation; Eric’s mouth on his neck; his hands gripping tightly around his hips, pulling him in as he got fucked; his thick cock was filling him perfectly and Kyle couldn’t help but pant and moan like a bitch.

Kyle was able to breath for a moment when Eric briefly pulled out to flip the taller man onto his back, swinging long legs over his shoulders and finding his entrance once again. He felt mismatched eyes staring, watching, and observing the red hot mess that was Kyle, but green eyes remained closed as the sensation of Eric’s cock stretched him out. There was no movement however, which caused the redhead to finally look into the eyes starting about him.

“Good,” Eric said when eye contact was made, “I want you to look at me when I fuck you, ‘kay?”

“Yes,” Kyle piped up, knowing better than to not answer the man as Eric finally began moving in Kyle again, ramming and manhandling the tall man. “S-Shit, Eric!”

Hearing the redhead address him by his first name gave him the motivation to wrap a hand around the neck of Kyle, lifting his rear end up even more to shove himself deeper inside, making Kyle pant over and over again.

“I’m close, little slut,” he informed as he then took hold of Kyle’s hard-on, once again pumping it in a rhythmic motion, “you want daddy to come inside you?”

Thrusts continued as Kyle struggled to find the ability to speak, euphoria taking over him as he reached his climax, but he finally mustered out a moan and a breathy “yes” while Eric’s cock barged into him.

A few more swift movements from Eric’s hand made Kyle release himself. When the other man saw this, he then thrusted one more time before he came into Kyle, making sure to fill the man up with warm, sweet come. The redhead was sticky with come and sweat, panting as the brunet toppled beside him, breathing as hard as Kyle. The caught their breaths and recomposed themselves before Cartman said, “Wow, Kyle, that was fucking amazing.”

Kyle found himself smiling, but he rolled his eyes at the body next to him, “Shut up, you sound so basic.”

“You shut up,” Eric teased as he cuddled up against the tall man’s body. “Well, now you have another reason to come to South Park besides your family,” he said into a hairy chest. Kyle’s eyes went wide for a moment when he heard that, wanting to retort with a snarky comment. However, the smile on his face was still there, and he planted a soft kiss on the top of the brunet’s head.

“Yeah,” he smiled brightly, “I guess I do have a reason to keep coming back.”

#south park #sp kyman #kyman #kyle x cartman #cartman x kyle #eric cartman #kyle broflovski

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iheartlexihoward · 2 years

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winter in paris // fez

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: after ash's death and his life going up in flames, fez is struggling to cope after finally getting out. when he meets you, you remind him vaguely of someone in his past; and for a little bit, it seems like it could all be going uphill. he doesn't realize how bad you might be for each other until later, but even then he wants to ignore it. (loosely based on rehab (winter in paris) by brent faiyaz)

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: fez x reader / lexi x fez (sad backstory lol)

*･゜ﾟ･* cws: PLSSS seriously listen this could be v triggering. substance abuse, alcohol abuse, mental illness, sad broken fez, death, suicide ideation, codependency/unhealthy relationship, mentions of sex

playlist for this fic / masterlist

this isn't based on a req i'm sooo sorry ik i have a few right now but i promise i'm working on them! (i'm 10k deep in one bc i went nuts on it) but i was listening to this song earlier and started imagining a fez scenario based on it and ended up doing this in like one sitting. it ended up wayyy sadder and heavier than i thought it was gonna, bc after some delibaration i couldn't really imagine fez before the s2 finale in any kind of situation like this so the whole thing ended up playing a part in the story. anyway !!please!! listen to the tws bc i don't normally write stuff like this and some of it is lowkey based on my own experiences. i feel that it could be very triggering to anyone who's dealt with any of this kinda stuff so please take care <3

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Fez knew about your substance issues. You thought you hid it well, but he wasn’t an idiot, and for years he was around the stuff all day. He just didn’t say anything, knowing if he dropped a single sentence pertaining to the idea maybe you needed to cool off, you’d shut down. He knew you. Although things had been feeling a little sour as of late, he still knew you. Probably better than anyone.

And that meant he knew for a fact you’d convinced yourself you were fooling everyone; maybe a good few, you were. But not him. Never him.

You weren’t shy with him about the fact you fucked around — but you were oh so clearly trying to make out it was just a weekend thing, something to heighten the enjoyment of a party or loosen you up when you went out clubbing. What you weren’t aware of was that he knew about the stashes. The empty bottles you hid. The fact that when you came over to his on a Thursday, Wednesday, hell, sometimes on a fucking Monday, he could tell you were on shit.

It was also the way you pounded drinks back like no tomorrow. At parties, yeah, but also during what was supposed to be a relaxed night in. Every time you were together during the evening, he noticed that one drink started becoming two, becoming four, becoming you near blacking yourself out on a work night.

And on an actual night out, it was a whole other story. It was scary, because you never actually became utterly out of control. You weren’t sloppy, or falling over yourself, or spewing up. He knew it was your build-up of tolerance coupled with the need to seem collected in front of your inebriated friends, to always look like the most sober person in the room.

In actuality, you were completely and utterly fucked up. Even if anyone else couldn’t tell, he could. While to the untrained eye you might have seemed four or five drinks in, he could sense the slightest differences in your behavior, knowledge of just how much was most likely in your system making his stomach feel odd.

He never once judged you for it, though. Not only because of the sheer amount of addicts he’d been around in his life (although, he didn’t want to admit that’s what you were. What you were heading towards, at the very least), but because after Ash, after being locked up, for the first time he truly understood. He understood because he almost went that way himself.

Despite the fact he’d seen the effect substances could have when abused, the fact they could ruin lives, the fact he’d watched people die, all of a sudden it was becoming impossible to care. His life was already ruined. His brother was gone forever, Grandma being looked after by strangers in a care facility miles away, and it felt like any prospects of a happy future had disappeared in smoke.

He didn’t care what happened to him. He wanted to die.

And for a while, he carried on in a hedonistic, self destructive cycle. During the week, he’d smoke until he didn’t know where he was on planet Earth, then drink himself to sleep. It wasn’t a good combination, making him damn near ill sometimes, but he didn’t care. At least he was numb.

He’d go out Friday through Sunday, always ending up gone out of his mind with no clue how he got home. He might have fucked with some heavy shit, and on occasion, he’d wake up with a girl in his bed — Lexi was ancient history, off at college somewhere on the East coast. Part of him felt upset, and abandoned, but mostly he was pleased for her. If she’d have stayed just for him, the guilt would have outweighed any happiness at having her around. She was brilliant, more brilliant than anyone he’d met, and he couldn’t have coped with knowing she held herself back because of him.

She’d visited for a while, written letters. He’d written back, doodling on the page and signing off with a messy heart. At first, he was stupidly hopeful, thinking there was a chance she’d be waiting for him on the other side. He needed something to cling onto, something to hold out for. But being inside has a way of stomping out any of that, each day that went by making it harder and harder to imagine a life where anything was better. Where anything was worth living for.

It started to seem more off as the months went by. Her letters became slightly more lackluster, visits became less frequent, and the air felt thick during them. It was like the weight of the entire situation had finally started to set in. The dreams about Fez getting out, two of them moving far away somewhere and living an idyllic life now seemed childish. They were in a dark place, and it was as if it was past the point of no return.

Then one day, Lexi turned up looking extra somber. They’d made conversation, him trying to coax a small smile, before she looked up and he realized she was crying. He’d reached out to gently take her hand, squeezing once and running a thumb over the back of it. She was quiet for a while before telling him.

She was leaving. She’d been accepted to a school in New York (he’d asked which one, but she was adamant it didn’t matter), and it wasn’t going to be possible for her to visit anymore. She wanted to write letters when she got there, but it would hurt too much. She was sorry, but it had been her dream ever since she was a little girl and she couldn’t give it up.

She also said that day had to be the last time they saw each other. That seeing him, knowing it would be a matter of time before it had to be the last, would be too painful. She thought it was best for the both of them to just get it out of the way.

When he heard that, Fez could have sworn he felt his heart drop through the floor. He knew deep down it was always going to happen, but he didn’t ever want to admit it to himself. In spite of his brain yelling out for him to protest, he didn’t. He didn’t say much at all. Just looked down and quietly held her hand. Processing.

And when time was up, as much as he wanted to hold her, wrap his arms around around her to feel her sink into his body, to kiss her for the first and last time, he couldn’t. All he could muster was to press his forehead against hers, allow a few tears to roll, and shakily breathe out a, “Goodbye, Lexi. Good luck.”

She was his first love. Even though it hadn’t been a normal relationship; she was never even really his. They’d never been given chance to explore it all properly, never had sex, never even kissed. It didn’t make a damn second of difference. He was going to be mourning it for the rest of his life.

In the back of his mind, he was always looking for her in those other girls. His head was incoherent whenever he spied them across a dancefloor or heard them talking next to him at the bar. Maybe it was a flash of brown hair that did it, or the way they held themselves. Maybe it was the fact their inflection ever so slightly reminded him of her, and if he got them home and heard them whisper his name he could pretend just for a second.

When he met you, he was right in the middle of it. You reminded him of her, but you didn’t. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

Really, when he looked back on the snippets of the night he could actually place, it was the fact you’d seemed so put together by the side of your messy friends. The only one able to hold an interesting conversation with him. It was akin to her. Except with her, it had always been genuine.

You’d given him eyes that night, more than a few times. He’d followed you out to the smoker’s area, shared a cigarette, and kissed you hard. As if you both weren’t already bad enough, you were drunk on each other. And when you’d ensured your friends were shuttled off safely, taken him back to yours and fucked him absolutely filthily, he was hooked.

For reasons other than the ones his intoxicated brain had mustered, he felt drawn to you. It wasn’t like it was all fake, far from it — you were supposed to be together, in some way, at some time. You enjoyed each other’s company. You had things in common, and it wasn’t just the fact you were both incredibly troubled people.

In fact, you tried to steer clear of the subject. You were aware of his past, the issues he still faced, but he never truly opened up to you and you understood why. You didn’t like to talk either, and you felt like your shit wasn’t nearly as bad as his.

Maybe the relationship wasn’t healthy. At the beginning, it almost seemed like it was, for him at least. He slowly stopped messing with anything that wasn’t weed and a few drinks here and there. He didn’t want to chase serotonin in one night stands anymore, knowing you’d be there with a text, and you were damn well better than any girl in the bar. He loved you, and you loved him. But when two people who are so deeply unhappy become intertwined with each other, it’s doomed from the start.

For a while, it was okay. Amazing, even. For a while, you were both fooling yourselves that it could work. You never explicitly said you wanted to be exclusive, but it all just fell into place regardless. It felt like what you’d both been searching for, the way you’d text all day and see each other whenever you could; you’d hold each other while falling asleep after you’d fucked senseless, kissing softly and murmuring sweet nothings. You’d spend time at each other’s places, making dinner together and sharing it over a movie before laying on his chest as he stroked at your skin.

It felt good. But it was codependent, and when you started getting bad again, it was a ticking time bomb before the whole thing went up in flames.

He knew the way he’d feel his heart beat faster if you didn’t call him back quick enough, or the way some guy asking to buy you a drink made him want to get violent, wasn’t normal. He knew it wasn’t healthy that at the same time, he was constantly scared about what you were doing when he wasn’t around you because he didn’t fucking trust you to keep yourself safe, that he knew you wouldn’t reach out for help no matter what state you were in.

And Fez was intuitive — it was something he picked up naturally as a child. He could always tell the slightest changes in situations, or feel his skin prickling when someone said something a certain way. Even before he had confirmation about how much you were drinking, how many drugs you were doing, how ill you were, things felt off. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but suddenly when he was around you he felt anxious. Hell, sometimes even just when he thought about you.

He could sense something bad was coming, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. Maybe it was selfish, maybe it was self destructive, maybe it was a fucked-up combination of the two. He needed you, and he didn’t give a shit about anything else.

#euphoria #fez #fezco #fezco x reader #fez x reader #fez fic #fezco fanfic #fez oneshot #fez imagine #euphoria imagine #fez blurb #fezco smut #fez x y/n #fexi

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serenity-songbird · 2 years

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Hiii I love your stuff sm <3

How about Kyle crushing on a classmate whos known as some badass, intimidating biker type reader that most people are afraid of- when really they’re actually a very warm and sweet person when you speak to them. Kyle maybe was sort of terrified of them before but once he spoke to them for the first time he ended up feeling all fuzzy by just how sweet and charismatic they actually are. Maybe they get to do a project together and Kyle gets to ride their super cool motorcycle with them back to their house too >:D i love the idea of Kyle just being absolutely whipped over some person who most people would assume be a bully to someone like him.

(Imagine the gif below being switched with you driving and Kyle holding you.)

Kyle was utterly and completely whipped for you.

I mean this man was the definition of a simp.

Is your locker stuck again?

Oh, let me get that for you.

Dropped your brownie on the floor?

Here have mine.

It didn't matter if his friends called him crazy.

Who cares if everyone else is afraid of you?

You were absolutely perfect.

He, like most others, used to be terrified of you at first. The rumors that spread were not too friendly. So most people actively tried to avoid you.

It wasn't until one fateful day that he saw you for who you really were.

That day he was picking up Ike from the park. Without warning some drunk asshole swooped in and hit him with his bicycle. You think drinking and driving is bad, imagine drinking and bicycling. Dude was all over the place...

It was almost a hit and run. However, you came speeding over on your motorcycle and tackled the guy to the ground. You tied him to a tree so he wouldn't get away. Then you immediately sprinted to him and nursed him until the ambulance arrived.

You were so...caring and sweet. You used your first aid kit to wrap up his wounds and distracted him through the pain. It was in the moment where he saw you in a different light.

He was hospitalized for 3 days and you came to visit to check in on him. You brought him flowers and some sweets from a bakery out of town. You two chatted and got to know each other.

His parents were so grateful that you were there and they loved you. You and Ike got along well and he adored you, always asking you to play with him.

Ever since then, he's been falling for you harder everyday.

When Mr. Garrison paired you too for a slideshow project, Kyle was thanking the heavens.

The project was due in two weeks. That was plenty of time to build up to asking you out.

Due to school and your work, you hadn't been able to hang out for long.

So he'd even make the project last longer by taking his sweet, sweet time.

He approached you at your desk as you were packing up your stuff.

"Hey, (Y/N). For the project why don't we do it at my house? We just got a brand new computer and desk that will be perfect for our project."

"Yeah, sure. That'll work. You can ride with me on my bike." You stood up and smiled at him.

"You mean on your motorcycle?" Kyle's heart was pounding against his ribcage.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"N-no! That actually sounds really cool! I'll met you by the flagpole after school?"

"Sounds like a plan." You smiled at him with your pearly whites, before leaving the classroom.

He stood there with his face super red and excitement. He was caught in a daydream about you and all the things he wanted to say.

A hand flew in front of his face to catch his attention.

"H-huh? What?" He turned to see Stan.

"Dude, I've been trying to get your attention for the past 2 minutes. You were still as a statue. (Y/N) didn't threaten you or anything, did they?"

"Yeah. They're probably pissed at having to get stuck with a Jewish partner. I hope they tear you a new one. We all know they will definitely kick your ass." Cartman laughed.

"Shut the fuck up, fatass!!! (Y/N) is not like that. They're not like you who bullies everyone they see. You don't know anything." Kyle was seething. How dare he talk about you like that.

"Whoa dude. Chill." Stan had to calm him down. "Why are you so defensive over them?"

"Because he totally wants to fuck them. Dude, you're whipped for them." Kenny muffled through his parka with a knowing smirk.

Kyle's face was even redder than before and he had to hid his face under his hat.

"No way Kyle would ne-" Stan went to Kyle's defense before looking at his flustered friend. "Holly shit you are crushing on them."

"Hahaha!!! Oh, that's rich!" Cartman wiped a tear from his eye. "(Y/N) would never go for some Jewish nerd like you. Ahahaha!!!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!!! Just wait and see. I'll woo (Y/N) and they will totally fall for me!!! Just watch me!!!"

Kyle stormed out of the classroom with his confidence wavering...Could he really get you to like him? Maybe Cartman was right...You'd never fall for someone like him...

As the last school bell rang, teenagers rushed out of the jailhouse to finally go home and relax. Kyle was leaning on the flagpole waiting for you. He was trying to give himself a pep talk. So far it wasn't working...

"Hey Ky! You ready to go?" Kyle flinched back as you startled him and blushed at your sudden nickname for him. "Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you!" You gave him a side smile.

"I-It's fine. Y-yeah, I'm ready! Let's go!"

"Cool. Follow me." He trailed after you to the school parking lot and watched you hop on your bike. You put on your (F/C) helmet and you handed him a green one. "Here put this on."

"Ummm. I don't think it will fit over my hat. Can't I just ride without it?"

"Nope. Safety first. Just take off your hat and put it in your pocket. You can never be too careful on these things." You knocked on the front. "I'd rather be safe than sorry."

Kyle was hesitant and subconsciously pulled down his hat. His shame for his hair never grew out since he was a child. He didn't want you to laugh at him.

"I...I don't really like to take off my hat...I hate my hair..." He didn't mean to say it out loud and covered his mouth when he realized that he did.

You tilted your head. "What's wrong with your hair? You had to take it off when you were at the hospital, remember? I think it looks nice. You've got nice, pretty red curls." You smiled at him before gently taking off his hat. Kyle immediately attempted to cover his head. "See? You're so handsome!" You removed his hands and pointed at your side mirrors.

"H-handsome?" Kyle blushed ten shades of red at your compliment.

"Yes. Handsome. Now come on! We haven't got all day." You plopped the helmet on his head and stashed his hat in your leather jacket. "Hop on!" Kyle hesitated before nervously climbing in behind you. He didn't know where to put his hands so he clutched the seat.

You smiled gently at him. "Hold on!" You turned on the ignition and sped off. In his surprise, Kyle ended up wrapping his arms around your waist to steady himself.

"A-ah!!! Sorry!!!" After realizing how he was holding you, his first reaction was to let go. You quickly pulled his arms back around you.

"Don't apologize!!! It's fine!!!" You reassured him. You both had to yell over the roaring of the engine.

Since you said it was okay, he didn't pull away. Instead, he decided to enjoy the moment. The way the wind blew through his hair felt nice. He glanced up at you and his heart melted. You looked so cool and were so beautiful/handsome. He was falling so in love with you.

He had instinctively lay his head on your back and held you close. You had a nice smell and the sounds of the bike were relaxing to him. He was so into the moment that he didn't notice you had already parked in his driveway.

"Hey Kyle."

"Hmmm?"

"We're here. You can let go now." You giggled.

Out of embarrassment, he practically jumped off the bike. "S-sorry!!! I didn't mean to-I was just-Shit...I'm so sorry!!!" He was flustered.

After turning off the bike, you (attractively) pulled off your helmet and smirked at him knowingly.

"It's fine, dude. I don't mind. You don't have to be embarrassed." You threw his hat to him. "Come on. Just put your helmet next to mine and let's get inside. I've already got tons of ideas on what our project could be about! Hope you have snacks!!!" You practically ran inside his house, probably to find food.

He slapped himself in his cheeks to pull himself together.

You were just too cute.

When he went inside and saw you playing with Ike, he knew he was doomed...

The past two weeks went by in a blur. He had learned more about you than he did before. You were just the sweetest thing and he had fallen hard. It was always so thrilling riding on your motorcycle. He always took the opportunity to hold you. He totally didn't smell your scent or anything...That would be weird...

Today was the last day to work on the slideshow. It was due tomorrow and he was sure you'd both get an A+.

Today was the day he was going to tell you his feelings.

It was easier said than done. T_T

Everytime he had tried to bring it up, he'd wither get inturrupted by his family or too nervous to say it and changed the subject. Now it was too late as the project was finished and you were heading home.

He sulked as he walked you to your motorcycle.

This is it.

Just say it, you idiot!

Don't just stand there!

"H-hey...(Y-Y/N)?"

"Yes, Kyle." You were putting on your gloves and getting ready to put on your helmet.

"C-can I ask you something?" He mentally cursed himself for stuttering.

"Sure, shoot."

"D-do you w-want to- what I'm trying to say is, uhm...If you want to-C-can we-" he face palmed in frustration. "Shit. W-wait- I need to say it. W-will you-"

"Go on a date with you?" You cut in. He blushed.

"Y-yeah..."

"I'd love to! What took you so long to ask?"

"W-wait really?!" He brightened up.

"Of course!"

"G-Great!!! M-maybe we could-"

"Go out for dinner?" You finished for him.

"S-sure and m-maybe after-"

"See a movie? Why I'd love to!" You took his hands in yours and smiled at him.

"Y-yeah that sounds g-good." You were too much for this boy's heart. He could barely get a sentence out. And with your hands now intertwined, his face was burning red as his heart hammered in his chest.

He couldn't Express how happy he was that you wanted to go on a date with him.

"Then it's settled! How about Saturday night?" You were beaming up at him.

"Yeah! T-That'll w-work." Damn it, Kyle!!! Stop stuttering and be normal!!!

"Wonderful! I'll see you then. Oh and Kyle?"

"Y-yeah?"

"You don't have to be so nervous anymore. Because I really like you too." You pulled him into a kiss.

The moment your lips touched his, he kissed you back with eagerness. He ran one hand through your hair and the other wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

It was absolute bliss.

When you pulled away, he had a goofy smile and hearts in his eyes.

"See you tomorrow, my dear boyfriend."

"See you tomorrow, (Y/N)." You giggled at his blissful state before riding off.

It was after you left that your words registered in his mind.

Did you just call him your boyfriend?

Holy shit you did!!!

"She called me her boyfriend!!! I've got a date!!! She actually likes me!!!" He danced around in the yard in pure ecstacy. He did not care if the neighbors looked at him funny. He was just so happy.

"Suck on that Cartman!!! She did fall for me!!!"

He was going to show you the best date ever!!!

~Fin~

#south park x reader #south park #sp style #stan marsh #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski

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sirisuorionblack · 2 years

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HELLO MY IDLI 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

So since requests are open and because I'm in love with your fics, I thought maybe I'd send in one??

Ofc it's for Moony (IK YOUR ROLLING YOUR EYES- STOP IT!!) So maybe a little something where they meet at a library or a bookshop perhaps and they start talking until finally one of them asks the other out??

Just a suggestion tho, you don't have to write it if the inspiration doesn't strike :)

But THANK YOU SO MUCH if you decide this one's worth writing💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Notes and confessions

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary - Books and libraries were a dream for Remus and that is exactly where he finds the person he would love for the rest of his life. Albeit a spoiled first impression.

Warnings - Mild cursing, one mention of drugs (the first sentence) and yes!

A/N Dosa!!! Yes, yes, you and moony...all those things...ofc, ofc. And I was NOT rolling my eyes! I swear! And yeah, it started of okay but somewhere in between it got off track and lost control. So, yes! Enjoy!! I love you 💖💖

The sharp smell of fresh pages invaded your nostrils like a drug of its own kind and the familiarity of the rough edges soothed your overworked fingers. The ink bled into the pages in the most intricate way teased your brain to form a world filled with its own beauty. A world that you dearly wished to escape to. It had always been that way, if a book was in your hand then the world would be a void where it was just you, the characters, the silent dialogues and the music.

You had forgotten the world but, unfortunately, the world still remembered you. Not so unfortunate for a certain librarian. Remus watched you every day for the past week, ever since he had gotten his precious job. The bells that rang when you entered the library were shamefully exciting for him. He didn’t dare speak a word to you but his eyes always remained on you.

“You should really stop that,” a sweet voice said beside him. For a moment he didn’t utter a word, his eyes trained on yours that quickly skimmed over each word, and his brain felt like a mush that couldn’t decipher a word. It seemed as though he had forgotten to speak. Yet, he could hear Lily mumble, “Wonder what you are gonna do when she speaks to you.”

“It’s for me to worry and you to not give two fucks,” Remus said, finally, looking away from you to the logbook where he had been entering the names of the books borrowed.

“Well, unlike you, some of us here lookout for our friends,” Lily huffed, sitting on the table and sipping his coffee mug.

“You threw up in my front porch, drunk dead. I was absolutely not gonna clean them up.”

“And you made me clean it up while I had a terrible hangover!”

“I didn’t know your hangover retained even after your coffees and medicine at 2 in the afternoon.”

”Shut up, Lupin, we are going off track,” She glared at him as he snatched his cup back, “I was just saying you are too smitten and you should just . . . speak to her.”

“That’s exactly what I can’t!” He threw his hands up in frustration, almost spilling the coffee on his scrunched white shirt, “You know how bad I am at that!”

“Yeah, it took you three years to speak to me.”

“Oh, do you ever think that maybe it was because you furiously despised my friends and me?”

“Not you, just Potter. And maybe Black. I hated his charm,” she peered over to what Remus was jotting down. The ache on his neck was just developing as he looked back and forth between the two papers, “Wait! Do you remember how you first talked to me?”

“Yes. I actually remember the exact words you said to me: ‘you stupid piece of shit with stupid friends’. You were really bad at cursing,” Remus said, the smirk on his face hidden as he ducked down to his work.

“Our diplomatic conversation, Remus,” Lily said, through gritted teeth, “You first talked to me about that one book you oh-so-loved.”

”Pride and Prejudice.”

“Yes, exactly! How about you talk to her about the book she is reading now?”

“I can’t just-”

”I saw you with the same book last week,”

Remus stayed silent, staring at the book in your hand. Your elegant fingers that had fumbled with your purse the first day he met you, now turned the pages with grace and your curious eyes scanned the words at an inhumane speed. He was almost certain he knew what you were reading and you most definitely needed a bit of comfort after it. But with a fleeting realisation, Remus also remembered what he had done the time he possessed the book.

“Oh goodness, Lily!” Remus’ hand shot up to grab her wrist in a tight hold as his sloppy posture suddenly turned alert, “Fuck!”

“What happened?” Lily placed her hand on top of his as she leaned closer with her eyes wide, mirroring his.

“I read the book last week and it was really emotional so I left a note for the next person to read-” his explanation was cut off as he heard a chuckle echoing from the deserted corner of the tiny library. Remus groaned, “I wrote: ‘I am really sorry for whoever reads this next. I really hope you are okay dealing with all the heartbreak. Please eat a bar of chocolate it will make you feel better.’ and I drew one of my hideous hearts.”

Remus was afraid Lily would bash him in the head with the nearest thing she could find with her extremely stunned expressions but she surprised him by laughing so loud that he was certain the entire street would come in to hear his utter stupidity.

Sparing a quick glance at your side, Remus felt something flutter in his heart when he saw you retrieve a piece of paper and pen from your bag, quickly scribbling something and placing neatly into the book, right where he had left his. Did you not wonder if the same person who wrote the letter would see it again? Or did you know it was him? Whatever it was, Remus couldn’t wait to see what you had written.

You seemed to take an eternity to tuck the book neatly into the shelf, pack your bag, throw the used tissues in the bin and leave. Remus felt like his eyes betrayed him when he saw you smile warmly at him before exiting, leaving him stunned with the picture of your beauty painted intricately in his mind.

Remus quickly recovered and rushed to the shelf. His fingers trailed over the spine of each book until he found the one. The excitement coursing through his body couldn’t be hushed by any negative thought. Perhaps, it was because he was home in between these massive shelves filled with books and warmth.

Remus’ nimble fingers delicately held your tiny note in his hand. These words were different from everything he had read before: letters, notes, books, everything. It brought him a strange sense of anticipation as he read the words aloud, “Don’t worry, dear stranger, I am stronger than these petty mortals.”

He had a strong doubt that not a word in the tiny note was false. You were far more beautiful, elegant and calm to not be a goddess and the mortals were indeed petty.

For the next week, you would return to the library every morning, your eyes already searching the familiar book with the hidden note as the bells announced your presence. You were always looking for something when you flipped through the pages of a new book or a borrowed one. After you left, Remus would silently slip a new note into the book, stashing away the precious ones.

But one day you had left the library early and his steps had lagged a few minutes, he had been a bit late but just in time for you to catch him red-handed. That’s when Remus realised that your soft blue purse had laid on the table you had sat indulged in your book. He must have looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uhm,” Remus cleared his throat, and fiddled with the book in his hand, looking at anything but you, “Hi?” he tried.

“You should not look at the sun for too long,” You chuckled, your eyes quickly glanced at the book in his hold, “Don’t want you all blind now, do we?”

“Right,” Remus said, chuckling nervously. He had questionable social skills, of course. They were not like James’ or Sirius’ but he had managed to make quite a few diplomatic alliances if not best friends but talking to you seemed like the most difficult thing with the mind-blowing prize.

“The notes were really something,” You said and the glint of your ring flashed on his face as you twisted it, “Sort of a comfort the first day.”

“I figured whoever read next needed that,” Remus said and resisted the urge to groan. He was good at ending conversations not starting them.

You simply stared at him, running your tongue over your bottom lip and pursed them together in an awkward smile, “You are very sociable,”

Remus laughed. The sound so easily slipped out of his lips that he was surprised with himself. It was a pure, genuine laugh that left a smile lingering on his face even after he said, “I am far from that.”

“Well, your notes sounded otherwise,” Your lips were pulled into a sort of grin that vaguely resembled your usual smirk.

“My notes,” Remus chuckled, “I’m very sociable when it comes to writing secret notes and signing them with hideous hearts.”

“Please, do not say that about the hearts! They were my favourites!” It seemed like you had gotten closer to him than ever without a counter separating the two of you. Remus could see your pupil and the streaks in your eyes vividly from the sunlight that gleamed through the parted windows.

“Hey,” you waved a hand in front of him, “I never got to know your name.”

“Remus,” he outstretched his hand, “Remus Lupin.”

When your hand wrapped around his, fear first ran through him. Would the scars on his hand prick you? Would you turn your back on the library and never return because you too thought he was suspicious with his scars? It would be a great loss for the library, indeed.

But instead, you smiled so beautifully that made his stomach feel weird and his mind all mushed. Your lips moved animatedly in his sight, you were speaking something but before Remus could even process what you had said first you pulled your hand back.

“I have to go now,” you said, shooting him an apologetic look and turning around, leaving without another glance at him.

Remus was almost sure you wouldn’t ever come back and all his doubts were true. Did you not like him? He didn’t know why but that thought filled with such sorrow as he had never felt before.

“Oh my goodness,” Lily breathed and Remus had to take a few moments to wipe the disappointment off his face.

“You both are smitten,” Lily said, staring at your retreating back.

“Two things, dear Evans. One: Were you stalking us? Two: I probably scared the poor girl away,” Remus groaned, wiping his face with his hand and immediately pulling away, disgusted with himself.

“I wasn’t necessarily stalking. I mean, this is my library, after all,” she seethed, and composed herself, “And if it’s about your scars and nonsense, let me tell you: You are an absolute idiot. She looks at you as if you are the most handsome man in the world!”

“Well,” Remus wrung his hands together the pen between his finger shined in the sunlight, blinding him momentarily.

Lily patted him on the pack and squeezed his arm, “Quit being an idiot and talk to her freely. And-” She glared at him as Remus started to speak again, “If something goes wrong, trust me, I’ll break her pretty face.”

Perhaps, it was the threat Lily had given but within the next few weeks, Remus had spent his every waking moment in the library with you. At first, he was very cautious of proceeding for he, himself, hated being disturbed when indulged in a good book but you seemed to find his company tolerable enough to pause your reading.

Remus loved the complete attention he received, and he enjoyed it every morning and craved it all over again as he laid awake staring at the ceilings of his dirty apartment and thinking of the time spent with you.

After a long time since graduating school, Remus wore his freshly pressed white shirt and wiped his hands on his brown trousers. What if it's too formal? What if she rejects me thinking I am boring? All sorts of questions filled his mind as he dragged a hand through his hair and inhaled the deep scent of new books.

“Don’t worry, Lupin,” Lily said, lazily scrawling names on the weathered book. It was clear she despised desk jobs and Remus counted the days before the entire library fell on his weak shoulders.

Remus took a deep breath, “of course, Remus Lupin and worry? Can never be used in the same sentence.”

“is that sarcasm?” Lily asked, glaring at him.

“Not, of course, no-” Remus’ breath caught in his throat as the world faded with his words. You entered through the doorway, looking as beautiful as ever but there was a slight difference in you today. The usual blue backpack was strapped on your shoulder, and your fingers played with the strap as your eyes looked around searching for something or someone.

“Hey, Remus,” You waved, your eyes gleaming in the sunlight as the usual smile that brightened Remus’ world found its way to your lips.

Say something. He urged himself, words buried deep beneath the knowledge of your striking beauty. “Uh, hey,” Remus coughed, awkwardly, “Um-uh-how are you?”

“I’m great!” you jutted your chin up, a teasing smile on your face as you continued, “I was wondering if you had more collections of books like the one you showed me last week.”

“Yes, uh, I’ll check if we do,” Remus nodded twice and wanted to slap himself in the face. You probably thought he was awkward and would say no to his dear proposal.

Remus spent the next few minutes searching through the racks of the library that suddenly seemed to have shortened several sizes. Or he was just not concentrating enough. His mind strayed over multiple thoughts; some fun, some unbearable.

He could feel your intense gaze on his as he walked around with his fingers running over the spines of the books like he was greeting old friends with a gentle handshake.

“We do have-” Remus started to say, just to be cut off by you in the most exciting way possible.

“Will you go on a date with me?” You said, no hint of regret in your warm eyes. Your posture was different today, more confident, a bit brave but the smile on your face was the most different and he simply couldn’t identify it.

Remus sputtered, “I-of course! B-but give me a second!” he rushed to the front desk, snatching the flowers from a giggling Lily as he ran back to you.

“I got you flowers,” He panted, handing the bouquet of intricately collected flowers much more delicately than he had held them before and watched as your face lit up. He should, perhaps, stop being knocked out of breath often.

“Thank you,” you breathed, taking in the sweet fragrance of the flowers resting elegantly between your fingers, “I didn’t get you anything I am sorry.”

Remus laughed and bumped his shoulder against yours, “It’s quite alright.”

The two of you stayed silent for a few comfortable minutes amongst the tall shelves, the sun burning brightly before you asked, “How long have you been watching me?”

“You knew?” Remus’ eyebrows shot to the air as a deep shade of rose found home in his cheeks.

“Of course, I knew,” you giggled, “You were not exactly subtle if I am being honest.”

”Darling, subtleness is my middle name,” Remus said with an act of newfound courage.

“I should say that you do not live up to your middle name,”

“What makes you say so?”

“The board outside? The one filled with colourful rainbows that people from several miles can see?”

“T-that’s a business tactic.”

“Alright. What about the first note you gave me? You wrote it with a glitter pen and coloured its corners.”

“Well, I was bored!”

“You were bored while reading?” You laughed and Remus knew he would do everything he can to make sure he heard the sweet sound for eternity.

“You are doing it again,” you stated, the ghost of your laughter tracing your eyes and lips.

“You are very beautiful,” Remus blurted but he found no mistake in his words, so his surprise jumped into your eyes.

The luscious strands of your hair rubbed against the back of his fingers as he tucked a lock behind your ears. Remus was quite certain you could sense his mesmerised state by the slow of his heartbeat beneath your fingers tips.

He didn’t know how but he finally felt the “tug” he had read in books and had called fictitious, yet, it was the most realistic thing he had ever experienced as his lips cushioned against yours.

Anyone could walk into the library and see two youngsters kissing each other, protected by the tall shelves of books, entangled in a sense of love that only the two of them knew but it was far out of his thoughts. Remus Lupin for once didn’t care about anything.

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smh-yoon · 2 years

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Cliche ✰ Tsukishima

a/n: ik i've been gone for a while but a lot of people really seemed to like my mori fic so i figured i do some more anime stuff and i am in love w tsuki so here you go <3

genre: romance, fluff

pairings: tsuki x fem! reader

warnings: none

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tsukishima had been at his desk all day long, studying whatever he was studying for his classes. he had offered to tutor you, in fact the whole reason he had invited you over was because you had been complaining about your math test coming up.

another sigh left his mouth and he leaned back in his rolling chair, sending a side-ways glance where you were laying on his bed, whining at his nintendo switch. "why don't you play something else if you keep losing?" another whine left your mouth and you rolled over onto your back, throwing your arm over your forehead dramatically.

"it's just this stupid level!" tsukishima rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. "you could have just started at whatever level you want. i beat the whole game already."

you let out a huff of air and pressed the button to replay as hard as you could. maybe you should've just stuck to playing animal crossing. tsukishima went back to his boring studying and you tried to busy yourself. of course you took him up on his offer, but you didn't think the two of you would actually be studying.

honestly, you were hoping he would at least entertain you, your comments. maybe even call you pretty. the whole outfit you had put together was in some kind of hope to get his attention, to get some kind of compliment from him. he never seemed to acknowledge you.

it had been a few months since the two of you had started officially dating, with you trying your hardest despite your nerves to work up the courage to ask him out with a slice of his favorite cake, and the only thing you could get from him was a nonchalant "okay". it was the way he was, the same way you had fallen for him in the first place. maybe it was the hopeless romantic in you that hoped he would be more affectionate after the two of you started dating.

granted, he did make an effort to text you every night, to invite you places even if it did include yamaguchi being there. maybe you were being selfish to think you needed more.

tsukishima went to glare at you again, when he noticed your still form and your eyes staring out the window in thought. the sound of your failure and the ringing of the replay choice continued to ding on the screen you had paid no mind to. "[y/n]," he stood up and made his way toward you, startling you from your reverie. "huh? oh, i died."

another eye roll and he bent down and plucked the gaming system from your hands. "get up." you narrowed your eyes at him, but stood and tucked your skirt back into place to fix it from laying on the bed.

"what? are you going to make me do homework, because i'm going to leave if you do." he let out a groan and began towards his door. "just shut up and let's go, okay?"

you tried to ignore the annoyance that grew in your chest and followed him out his bedroom door and down the stairs into the kitchen. he opened his fridge and pulled out a brown cardboard box, setting it on the counter and pulling out one plate and a fork. "tsuki?"

paying no mind to you, he got a knife from one of the drawers and opened the box. inside was a strawberry shortcake. almost rolling your eyes, you leaned on your palm, elbow leaning on the counter-top.

not a word left his mouth as he cut into the cake, setting the slice on the plate. of course he would only come down here for cake. again he said nothing, taking a bite. just as you were about to go back upstairs to get back to the nintendo switch, he scooped up another bite on the fork and pointed it towards you. the both of you were still for a few moments until he sighed in aggravation and moved it directly in front of your lips.

"eat." you were confused, but hesitantly leaned forward and took the fork into your mouth. when he pulled it away, you found yourself still confused. "why'd you do that?"

his eyes slid up to yours, still taking bites out of his cake. he quirked an eyebrow, swallowing and leaning his elbows on the counter in front of him. "i thought you liked this sappy cliche stuff." you furrowed your brows and opened your mouth to say something but he just put more cake in your mouth.

"your friend told me. said you liked being.. romanced." embarrassment filled every cell in your body and you groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

there can't be anything in this moment that could possibly make this moment worse. the smirk on his face, smugly eating his slice of cake. of course he would find out eventually, you just couldn't help feeling so embarrassed that he had found out something like this.

"this is so lame.."

"what? i figured we could go on a picnic tomorrow. you don't want to?" your heart swelled in your chest at the look on his face, and you found yourself unable to meet his eyes with the heat flushing your face. "well, yeah i do.. but-" you were cut off by the sound of the fridge opening, tsukishima going to put the box away.

"make a list of all this stuff you want us to do. i'll do it."

with that, he took your hand in his, looking at you through his glasses. "well, are we going back to my room or what?"

tsukishima may not have seemed like the boyfriend you were hoping to have, but he would soon prove to be everything you wanted and more. with all of his teasing of course.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.”

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x self insert #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcannons #bakugou fluff #bnha fic #mha fic #mha headcannons #bnha headcannons

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Creep

Prelude - bitch hold on what about mean brother Shigs being an absolute creep? Inspired by me playing a boss in AC Odyssey and my controller vibrated so hard I almost dropped it, and I couldn’t beat this dude and it was so freaking frustrating!!!!!!

Pairing - Shigaraki X Reader

Warnings - - INCEST, NSFW, innocence kink, do not read if those squick you out bro!!! Seriously! abuse of trust, dubcon, noncon, literally nothing about this situation is good, or healthy, or nice. Disgusting behavior is exhibited by Shigs.

Music - (does anyone actually like when I provide music? I like getting music vibes while I read through fics but ik that my music taste is a bit wacky lol anyways). https://open.spotify.com/track/0ODyahnUlK9G5bT4dA5NCI?si=10R9ggoJS1inYidrMeWrHA

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He offers to let you play his Xbox game, you keep annoying him by pouting for his attention and he gives up with trying to ignore you.

Stipulation - you gotta sit on his lap while you play, you’re such a stupid little girl that he forces his hands over yours, showing you how to use the Xbox controller while sneering at how dumb you are.

You’re too focused on the game to pay attention to how one of his hands has dropped from the controller, is creeping up your thigh, thumbing at the hem of your shorts. You don't realize that he’s plastered against your back, breath picking up in your ear as he hunches over your shoulder, thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you, how you’re too absent-minded to realize how much of a perverted creep he is.

“Shit!” You curse, breaking Shigaraki out of his thoughts as you bounce your leg in frustration. He feels the slight vibration of the controller - you’re getting attacked in the game, enemies surrounding you and hacking at your player. Shigaraki is too entranced by how he can watch your jiggling breasts over your shoulder, jostling around as you jerk your arms, trying to not die in the game.

“Nii-san help me, ‘m gonna die!” You shriek, whole body getting into the gaming experience, jerking around in his lap as you struggle to press the right buttons. Shigaraki tries not to groan - he can feel the space between your thighs as you move around, hot and doughy and he wants to touch so bad.

Yeah, he’s always been a bit of a creep, but he’s never actually done anything to you.

The most he does is fantasize, thinking about how you’d feel clamping down on him, how’d you’d taste if he made you ride his face. What you’d look like if he forced his cock into you with barely any prep - you’d squeeze your eyes shut so tight, let out little whimpers and clench your fists because “Hurts, hurts! Go slow Nii-san, don’t want this!”

But he wouldn’t have to listen, you’re just a naive little girl who doesn’t know that Shigaraki would be trying to make you feel good too, that it would feel good soon.

“Stop wiggling, you’re gonna fall off.” He rasps back at you, taking his other hand off the controller to grab your waist, barely saving you from keeling over and onto the floor. You’re left to fend for yourself now, button-mashing, groaning when you finally succumb to your enemies and die a violent, gory death.

“I died! Why didn’t you help, you’re right here?!” the accusatory tone of your voice is ignored as you revert to the last save, huffing in frustration as you’re forced to start over.

“You’re never gonna learn if I’m holding your hands like that.”

Shigaraki’s glad you’ve stilled again - if you’d kept up your wiggling, he’d have to figure out a way to explain what the hard thing poking into the side of your plush little rear.

God, you had the most perfect ass.

Maybe he’s a freak, a disgusting man with fucked up morals, but Shigaraki’s always been a social outcast, seen as weird and wrong and criticized for every little thing he did.

What’s wrong with settling into the role other people were so quick to offer him?

Surely you’ve noticed his odd behavior by now, the behavior that’s picked up in the last few years. How he stares at you a little more than he should, how sometimes he slips into bed with you, murmuring some lame excuse about not being able to sleep.

The way he freezes when you give him an affectionate hug, clenching his fists by his side as your breasts are squished up against his body.

You had to have caught on to his uncharacteristic softness with you. He’s still mean and coarse and rude, but there's an underlying affection underneath the way he mocks your outfits, when he says you look like the gross character out of a manga he’s reading, how he tugs on your hair sometimes when he passes by you, wheezing out a laugh if you turn around and try to slap at him in irritation.

If you didn’t want him to be weird, you could’ve said something by now. You should’ve said something by now.

So really, it’s your own fault that he feels so comfortable being a sicko.

“Don’t tickle, I gotta focus.” You tell him, squirming away when he runs a hand experimentally over your stomach. You’re so cute, and dumb, he wants to bully you until you’re crying, say mean things and hurt your feelings only so he can kiss it better.

But he doesn’t, because he’s a good brother.

His hand travels further up, rests right underneath your breast, almost cupping it. Still, you don’t say anything, attention on the game.

Do you want this? Are you just stupid? His affection is so obviously not normal for siblings, and yet you act like it’s fine. Maybe you’re a virgin, untainted with the knowledge of how sexual touches feel like.

The hand on your waist begins to slip under your shorts, his cold fingers quickly warmed by your skin. “Nii-san, stop that, it’s weird.”

Ah, there’s the common sense.

“I though you wanted to play the game? Don’t be a bitch.” He doesn’t really care whether you want him willingly now or not, he’s getting excited by the heat of your body, your weight on his lap.

You pause the game when his hand creeps lower into your shorts, when his fingers skim low over your tummy, too close to a private place that brothers shouldn't touch.

“Stop touching me, I don’t like that.”

“It’s not like you wouldn’t enjoy it.” He mumbles, and you stiffen in his lap, but he quickly takes his hand out of your shorts, stops cupping your soft breast.

The game gets unpaused, and you resume playing, although your attention is divided now, nervous about sitting in your brother’s lap.

Has it finally clicked? Are you thinking about what he could do to you, how he could make you feel?

“You suck at this.” Shigaraki observes, the controller shaking almost violently as you’re attacked again, overwhelmed by enemies.

“Well, maybe if you taught me how to play instead of being weird, I wouldn’t be.” You snarked, frustrated with the game, uneasy with your brother holding your hips like that.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic, and although you have a valid point, he’s always been weird. This is nothing new, you’ve just been too thick-skulled to realize it before, which isn’t his fault.

A few more tries, and you still can’t get past the one group of enemies, dying after a few minutes every single time. You’re going to waste the batteries like that, controller jumping in your hands.

“I can’t-” You whine, coming across the enemies after your latest death, already knowing what’s going to happen.

Shigaraki stays silent, red eyes finally flickering away from your body and up to the screen of the TV.

You’re at one of the hardest parts of the game, facing a section that took Shigaraki two days to beat (not that he’ll tell you that). He grins as you throw yourself into the fight, immediately getting decked.

The noises you’re letting out are cute, frustrated groans on each hit landed on your player, muttered curses and triumphant scoffs whenever you manage to strike an enemy, which isn’t often.

The controller’s still shaking like crazy, and you’re moving around in his lap again, and Shigaraki is done. He can’t take this anymore, you’re being a tease.

He snatches the Xbox controller out of your hands, ignoring your little “Hey! What’re you doing, I was playing!”

“You call this playing?” The shuddering of the controller surprises him, gives him an idea.

There hadn’t been a plan, he had just been acting on instinct, hands itching to push you off his lap and to the floor, just to see the way you’d look up at him after.

Like that, you’d be in the perfect position to suck his cock.

But he wants to go in a different direction now.

“Stay still, you’re so annoying.” He’s spreading his legs out, sinking back further in his chair to get a better angle, your legs hooked over his.

There’s no time for you to protest. Like this, you’re spread out nicely, exposed, even though your shorts cover your intimate place.

Without any further preamble, Shigaraki shoves the vibrating controller up against your clothed cunt.

“NIi-san!” You shriek, immediately writhing in his hold. But Shigaraki has an arm locked around your chest, keeping you pinned to his chest. “Don’t, think sins’t-this isn't-! Stop this, stop! Don’t touch me!”

He can bet it feels good, that you’re struggling to tell him to stop. He begins rubbing the controller against you, snickering at the way you jolt and writher on each pass of the hard, curved plastic against your protected clit. He can’t even imagine how good it would feel if your stupid shorts weren’t in the way.

“Stop, stop! Stop it! Stop!” You sound like a broken record.

“Shut up, you can’t even play the game right. Feel that?” the controller gets rubbed harder against you, and you writhe. “That’s how bad you are. So pathetic, can’t even fend off a couple of bad guys.”

Can’t even fend off one, Shigaraki thinks to himself. You could be trying harder to get out of his hold, could be screaming and yelling and scratching and kicking.

Well, you are scratching and kicking, moving around so much that he’s having a hard time keeping you still. And you making a lot of noise, but there’s no one else home.

He’s fully hard, and every movement you make struggling rubs him right up against the meat of your ass, and he sucks in a stuttered breath, biting his lip.

“No, no, no, no, don’t want this Nii-san, stop it-” Your panicked pleas are ignored, Shigaraki shoving your hands away as you try to pull the controller off of your cunt, get the vibrations to stop.

On screen, the player is still getting attacked, each new hit making the controller vibrate even harder.

“Ow, ow! It hurts, make it stop! Nii-san-”

“I’ll gag you if you don’t stop complaining.” Shigaraki seethes, feeling irritation creep up. “It hurts because you’ve never felt this good before, idiot.”

He remembers the first time he’d used something on his dick. It was your toothbrush, unsurprisingly, the one that vibrated with three different speeds and made you so proud of your pearly whites.

It had been so overwhelming, he couldn’t even touch the back of the head to his cock. At times, it felt so good it had hurt, had completely blinded his senses and leave him in a puddle of his own cum and sweat, panting.

So Shigaraki understood what you were trying to say - your inexperienced body needed him to slow down, ease up a little. But your gross, nasty brother wanted to ruin you.

Your character on screen died, resulting in one last heavy vibration that made you sob, thighs struggling to snap shut, hands desperately pushing at Shigaraki.

He felt you convulse in his grip, could practically feel the way your little hole was clenching as you gushed all over yourself, whining and moaning at the pleasure.

Your character was sent back to the last save, the game on a loading screen.

But Shigaraki wasn’t done.

He was still hard against your back, rubbing himself off as best he could, but he was finding his own pleasure in watching you writhe on his lap.

The controller was tossed to the side, nimble fingers sliding over your shorts, Shigaraki laughing at what he found.

“You’re so wet, holy fuck. That’s disgusting, wow.” You were drenched, the fabric of your shorts completely soaked with your juices. You only sobbed out a pitiful noise, maybe trying to deny it, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. He was too busy rubbing over the wet spot, gleefully feeling you up. It was easy for his fingers to find a comfortable, mind-numbing rhythm, so used to playing games and deftly pushing buttons, using sticks and joysticks, directional pads and the like.

You were rocking against his hand unconcsiously, body unable and unwilling to decided whether to pull away or push closer - you had just cum, but that didn’t negate the vicious, heady sensation that his fingers brought.

Shigaraki quickly grew bored of this though, unable to ignore his dripping erection. He had never been a patient man, quickly removing the hand stimulating your swollen pussy so he could pull his cock out of his sweatpants.

With a quick movement, your shorts were tugged down, your brother completely pushing past your refusal to lift your hips, burning your skin with how forcefully the fabric was ripped down.

“Nii-san, what are you doing-you can’t, you can’t!” You cried, renewing your struggle when you felt skin against skin, his cock hot and velvety as it rested against your cheeks. “I don’t wanna do this, don’t make me do this-”

“I don’t care. I’ve tried to be good, and it’s like you don’t even care.” The man ground out, beginning to rut his hips against your ass. It was dry, and it didn’t feel great, but it was more than enough to satisfy Shigaraki. “I barely touch you, I keep my hands to myself-”

Which was a lie. Late at night, when he was sure you were fast asleep, he’d touch, just a little. Rubbing your nipples, feeling them peak under his touch. Feeling the curve of your waist, skin soft against his dry palms.

“-I wouldn’t stare either, but you wear those stupid shirts-” The deep cut ones, the ones that showed off your cleavage and allowed him weeks of jerk-off material.

“So annoying, just a stupid little imoto that follows me around, you just want attention.”

He knows you don’t do it on purpose. You aren’t trying to make him see you in a sexual light. But maybe that’s what makes it all the more appealing, how naive and innocent you are.

Fuck, he’s getting close just thinking about your purity, how much you don’t know, how much he could teach you.

He doesn’t know a ton, but Shigaraki knows enough about what feels good for him, and you probably wouldn’t want to learn, but he deserved something nice every once in a while, didn’t he?

The drag of his cock between your ass cheeks was making him loose his mind, the slide too rough, but it felt delicious and stimulated him just right, pulling at his foreskin and spreading his precum into a sticky mess on your skin.

“Fuck, stay still, lemme feel good-” His voice was choked up, still holding it’s usual nasal resonance.

You sobbed in his hold, his fingers still playing over your shorts, exploring, keeping you occupied and frozen with sensation while he got himself off with your body.

And then he was breaking, splurting his seed all over your lower back, watching it come out of his cock in shaky squirts, painting your skin a cloudy white.

Shigaraki groaned, eyes transfixed to the sight before him. It was hard to keep them open, body shaking with little snaps of pleasure in his veins, in his stomach.

On the bed next to his thigh, the controller started shaking again. Panting, Shigaraki raised his eyes to the TV screen as you slumped against him, softly crying.

Your character was getting attacked again.

“Let’s keep playing.”

And the vibrating controller was pressed to your bare cunt, making you scream.

He’d have to wash it after this, but he figured it was worth it in the grand scheme of things

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