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mattybsgroupie · 3 days

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late night rides 2 | matt sturniolo

contents: fwb; making out; (slightly) choking; oral (f receiving); p in v; use of “y/n”; lowkey sub!matt

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part 1

notes: idk why you guys liked this one so much but here’s part 2 of “late night rides”! not proofread so i apologize for any mistakes but thank you so much for all the love youve been sending me and my stories, it really means a lot <3 posting earlier this week cause it’s my finals at uni! gonna be crazy busy wish me luck!! btw just wondering should i make a taglist? would anyone be interested? lol let me know! enjoy!

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“i told you we gotta stop doing that” i said as soon as entered matt’s car, sitting next to him.

“yeah, i heard the first time” matt giggled, never taking me seriously. “good night to you too, princess”.

“good night, matty” i responded as i buckled my seatbelt, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “what did you tell your brothers?”

“that i was going to watch a movie by myself” he said as he started the car, checking if he was good to go by the rearview mirror.

“are you?” i teased, resting my hand on his right thigh. i could see his boner from miles away and he quickly tensed the muscle on his leg as i caressed my fingers over his jeans. matt stared at me, sarcastic blue eyes answering my question. “yeah? then where are you going?”

“somewhere i can fuck you, y/n” matt raised his voice, but still kept a jokeful tone. i rolled my eyes back and didn’t bother saying anything back, turning on the radio and adjusting the sound. “you look really pretty with that dress” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“but you’re crazy to take it off aren’t you?” i giggled, but matt actually nodded his head in disapproval. “nah, gonna go underneath the skirt” he said as finally found some alley for us to park, turning the car off and removing his seatbelt. “and i won’t even have to remove your panties” matt teased me, opening his door and coming to mine.

as he opened my side of the car, i couldn’t help but laugh at him acting like a gentleman. i stood up and leaned my back on the van, matt’s hands quickly coming to my waist. he smiled before tucking my hair behind my ear, the cold wind making the strands fall over my face. matt then leaned in, softly sealing our lips.

i melted into his touch. always gentle, matt’s digits traveled through my collarbones and shoulder before stoping by my neck, wrapping his fingers around it as he deepened the kiss. my breath instantly got heavier, matt tightening his grip as i bit his lower lip. when he noticed i’d have to pull out to get some hair, he loosened it, moving his hand to the back of my head instead. matt kept placing kisses over my face, soon going over my jaw and biting my ear.

“well, i know someone who likes coming in their pants way more than i do” i had to say. he was teasing me way too much, to the point i’d let him fuck me right there - in that fucking cold weather and in public.

“i might” matt said as he looked to the tent growing on his jeans. “it’s your fault for sending me that bra pic” he confessed, getting closer to me.

“oh, so you were a naughty boy?”

“n-no” he’d always break when i called him boy. baby boy, good boy, pretty boy, naughty boy - all of these would make matt submit in seconds. “haven’t since… last time” matt hid his face from me, snuggling into the crook of my neck. i widened my eyes as i realized it had been two weeks since our last encounter.

“matt” i called, grabbing his face with both hands. his lips were pouty and his blue orbs shiny, cheeks burning red - not really sure if it was from the weather or his shyness. “you don’t have to”.

“like better with you” he cut me off with a sudden kiss, giggling as he backed off like it was no big deal. “let’s get in?” he asked, already opening the back door for me.

i lied down on the seat, much more comfortable than the front one. matt soon entered, hovering over me as he placed both of his elbows next to my shoulders. i knew he was about to burst inside his pants, so as soon as he started kissing me, i traveled my hands down his torso, grabbing his belt and playing with the cold metal.

i closed my eyes, moving one my hands to matt’s neck, tugging my fingers on his curls while the other one stood by his boner, quickly unbuttoning his jeans. i palmed him through his underwear - completely wet. wasn’t even fair trying to tease him in such a situation, aching cock begging to get some relief. as i placed my digits on his waistband, matt suddenly denied with his head. “you first” he said, completely out of breath.

“matty, you seem like you could really use some help down there, hm?” i said, slightly stroking him.

“y/n” matt called, giving a kiss on my neck “i miss you” and with each phrase, another kiss trailed down my collarbones. “your smell, your body” he stopped by my chest, looking at me with puppy eyes, “your taste”.

matt got under my skirt, exactly as he said he would. his lips brushed against my thigh, making me hold my breath and pull my dress upwards. he touched me over my underwear, playing with my clit through the cloth and moving down to my entrance. before i could even think, his teeth meet my panties and matt started to removed them with his mouth. it was painfully slow, his blue eyes staring at me as he finally took them off completely.

matt gave me a long lick, starting at my hole and stopping by my clit before circling his tongue against it, teasing me. my hands went back to his hair, grabbing the curls as i lowered my body in the back seat in order to get some more friction.

matt’s licks got sloppier, his spit mixed with the wetness of my cunt making everything messier. “matt, be a good boy” i moaned and he instantly got it. he didn’t waste time, moving his tongue to my entrance and sliding in, slowly opening my walls.

matt’s grip on my hips got tighter, trying to keep me from moving around so much. i couldn’t help but hump against his face, matt’s nose almost touching my already swollen clit. realizing how needy i was, he quickly changed positions, one of his hands getting near my pussy.

his digits were soon teasing my entrance as his tongue travelled through my lower lips before sucking my clit and making me gasp, throwing my head back for finally getting some friction. as i clenched, he slid his middle finger into my tight hole, quickening his pace at my clit.

matt started humming something i couldn’t hear properly, my mind getting fuzzy as his finger curled inside of me. the vibrations from his voice made my pussy throb and the knot in my lower belly started to get tighter. my hands where everywhere - on his hair, shoulders, my own thighs, grabbing the leather of the seat as i whined. i couldn’t cover my moans anymore, begging for release when he entered another finger in, filling me up entirely.

“i’m gonna-” i was suddenly cut by his deep thrusts meeting my spot, whining loudly as my orgasm crashed down on me without any warning. my legs trembling against matt’s head only made the grip on my hips stronger and he kept on licking my release, making me spasm from the sensitiveness of my clit against his tongue.

matt realized i was getting overstimulated and finally stopped, showing off the biggest smile, face wet and lips red from eating me out.

“did i do good?” he asked, eager blue eyes meeting mine and sealing his lips on my own. i nodded between the kiss, smiling as he gave me a taste of myself.

“i told you’re always my good boy, matt” i said, caressing his hair, matt resting his head in my chest and laying over me. “you’re actually getting too good at this”.

“see? i’m not that naughty. only doing the best for the best” he joked back, giggling. i could feel his cock twitching over my pussy as we spoke, our heats rubbing against each other before he started another lewd kiss. i moved one of my hands to matt’s neck, my thumb applying pressure next to his addam’s apple. matt gulped and unconsciously jointed his hips forward, making me whine for the sudden contact at my exposed cunt. “fuck- sorry”

i loosened the grip on his neck and wrapped my legs around matt’s waist, bringing him closer to me. “didn’t you say you wanted to fuck me last time?” his blue eyes widened and he nodded frantically, wet spot growing on his pants. “so? you don’t want anymore?”

“i do!” matt said, loudest he’d been in hours, as if i was going to change my mind at any second. “i want it so bad i just- didn’t even… bring… protection” he whispered, disappointed at himself, hiding his face from me. before i could say it was okay - it wasn’t our first time and i loved it raw - matt started speaking again.

“i’ll pull it out! i promise, i’ll be a good boy and i’ll take it off” i nodded, reassuring him. “i don’t even have to cum, i can jack off in my hand afterwards i just- just need you. need you so much, y/n”.

i cut him off by moving my hands to his jeans, getting rid of the belt that had been bothering me all this time. matt was now only in his boxers and i quickly wrapped my fingers around his lenght.

matt's cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum all over his shaft. i pumped him a few times, matt closing his eyes and groaning in my neck before i finally removed it from his underwear. his body kept glued on mine and i could feel matt's tip rubbing against my clit, both of us moaning at the same time.

my nails went to his back, scratching him as he kept on teasing my pussy. “can i?” he asked, not waiting for the answer he knew it would be yes, fuck, for christ's sake, just fuck me and gradually burying himself inside of me. i felt matt's cock stretching me completly, his veins throbbing against my walls.

“you're s-so fucking tight” he said under his breath, biting my earlobe.

“gosh, matt” i whined, trying to get used to his size.

matt started to move his hips slowly, allowing me to feel all of him entering my cunt. matt had been hard since i got into the car, so i knew he wasn’t gonna last long. he rapidly got worked up, not being able to keep the pace of his thrusts, pounding into me mindlessly.

i could feel his dick twitching, bringing me closer to come once more. “wanna cum” he whimpered. “please, wanna cum for you”.

“you can come baby boy, come inside of- fuck, yes!” as i gave him permission, matt released his thick spurt, filling me up with his cum. this threw me off the edge, another orgasm fully hitting me, making me tremble under him as my toes curled and i arched my back. matt panted heavily and quickly got out off me, his swollen tip leaking over my thighs and skirt.

just when we were coming from our highs, matt’s cellphone started ringing. we both grunted, annoyed by the interruption. “i’m not picking it up” he said, looking at me and kissing my cheek.

“you fucked my dress” i answered, coming back to my senses and realizing he had completely ruined it, from top to bottom.

“i’ll buy you a new dress each time we have sex” he giggled, looking at the mess he made. “how does that sound?” i showed him my pinky finger, making he promise me that he could destroy any cloth he wanted if he bought another one. we interlocked our fingers and sealed or lips together once more, laughing at the cheesy act we had just done.

“y/n” he called. “i think i’m in love with you”

“oh, shut the fuck up matthew” i giggled, pulling his hair and moving him off me.

i couldn’t let him know that this caught me off guard. i couldn't say how he’d make my heart beat faster, and i could never confess it out loud, but deep down i knew.

i was in love with him too.

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wcbblife · 1 month

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Paige as a girl/boy mom HCs!

a/n: So, keep in mind that some of these could be switched. Like this is just me exponentially running my mouth. I actually might do another part. Enjoy!

Boy mom:

Paige would absolutely be too excited for her son to be strong and old enough so that she can play with him. You constantly have to remind her to be patient and to at least wait until he can walk lol.

She would 100% put a basketball in his hands the second he has his first steps. I actually think she would even do it while he is still using his baby walker. Once he actually makes a basket, she’ll run laps around the house screaming because she enjoys the belly laughs her son makes.

She would read him stories and get too involved. Especially if they’re comics. She’ll be shouting out the sound effects and you have to walk into them bursting into fits of giggles. They both would have matching pouts once you tell her that he’s past his bedtime. (Btw she's definitely the fun mom)

Video games. That’s it. Although you two had a conversation about getting him into video games later in life, as soon as he set his eyes on Paige playing, he had been so adamant about playing that you both gave in.

She buys him a new set of clothes literally every other day. “Babe, just imagine him in this. He’ll look like a little gentleman.” Like it's crazy how much clothes he would have.

She definitely takes him to her practices sometimes and even teaches him as soon as he shows any type of interest in basketball. (This reminds me...Paige would never push her kids into one particular sport BUT she would push them into an active lifestyle so trust she will always be doing something with them.)

Him and KK would be besties btw. Even when he used to babble out incoherent words, I can just imagine how chaotic KK would be with a baby boy and Paige would 100% not make anything better. “Bababa.” Your baby blows a raspberry. “You heard him!” KK shouts, turning to him, “Damn little man, I couldn't have said it better myself.” “KK, language.” You deadpan.

Once he’s out of that fragile baby faze and into that toddler stage, I get the feeling she’ll definitely fling him around (safely ofc). Like she’ll pick him up and just throw him to the couch or on to his bed, loving the sound of his laughs.

Beach days go crazy with them two. Literally two kids. Sandcastles, water fights, beach volleyball. I get a feeling they go home completely covered in sand and Paige carries him back to the car while he’s too sleepy to open his eyes.

She’s just so fun. Always in an adventure with him especially if it’s really active. Like camping, surfing, hiking …etc.

Horror/Space movie nights with a pillow fort and popcorn.

Whenever she does anything fun with her teammates or travels for her games, her first thoughts are about you and him and how much fun you guys could have. Def keeps a bucket list of places for you guys to visit

You’ve definitely found her sound asleep in his bed with him curled up to her side. It happened when you ask her to put him to sleep after practice but she’s way too tired herself to get up and out of his room.

You think she secretly enjoys playing with his toys more than he does lol. Like you’ve definitely found her playing with them while he's long gone.

She could not cook for shit in the early days of your relationship but as time went on, she learned just to be able to cook for you guys. I actually envision her as a grill dad lol. She’ll definitely wake up early in the morning, step out into the cold weather and cook you guys some breakfast.

"If they punch you, punch them back harder." Mom.

Paige strikes me as a mother that would particularly show an abundant amount of love for her boy. She recognizes that, just like girls, boys need reassurance and love.

You constantly find them breaking into fits of laughter and giggle alone. It's the cutest thing ever.

Girl mom:

Paige is absolutely smitten and head over heels even before the baby girl is born. She’ll lay her head softly on your stomach and talk for hours to her.

Once she’s born though it’s a whole other side of Paige. She’s usually clumsy, but you never see her be so cautious like when she’s holding the girl. Literally sloth pace once she has her in her arms. Honestly kinda funny.

She’d be way too excited and paint everything pink and have everything ready for her MONTHS before she’s born. Before she was born, you'd catch her just looking or sitting around the room all alone.

Geeks about small girl clothes. Especially dresses and little sandals. You have to constantly deal with her sending you a bunch of pictures of clothes whenever she goes shopping with messages like “We’ll have a little princess walking around in our house soon.” or “I can’t wait to put this on her babe.”

Paige will 100% let her daughter put on makeup on her and it doesn’t matter how bad she looks; she’ll walk out with it on in public if her daughter asked her. Just imagine her sitting in a chair that’s wayyy too little for her, hunched over as your daughter tries her very best to apply some of that cheap kids makeup. omg.

Puppy eyes work on her almost too easily. And it’s hilarious.

“Hey…What did I tell you about candy at this hour?” Puppy eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine. But don’t tell your mother. And this is the last one!” Or… “I’m too tired honey…” Puppy eyes “Fine, let’s go.”

She does her signature hairstyle on her daughter’s hair, and it makes you laugh because she turns into a miniature version of Paige. Talking about a miniature Paige...trust that her daughter would literally copy her mother's sass.

Same with the makeup, Paige would let her daughter paint her nails. She always gets made fun of in her practices, but she couldn't care less. Strangely I think she would actually like going through her game pictures and seeing the chipped and uneven colors all over her nails because it was her baby girl who did them.

Protective as hell I’m afraid. Like she will not hesitate to smack the shit out of someone or scream at them if they're being weird or disrespectful or mean etc.

Matching fits. I think she would love to either match fits or color with her daughter (and son too dont get me wrong). Especially when showing up to games and they’re photographed together.

Watching princess movies with her is Paige’s favorite downtime activity. After a tough match or practice she absolutely loves getting home to her angel and just lounge around on the sofa while watching “The Princess and the Frog.” Especially when they either both fall asleep, or her daughter falls asleep and she carries her back to her room.

You’ve definitely found her sleeping on the floor next to the crib in the early days.

Paige in a rocking chair with her daughter sleeping on her. >>>>

Instagram feed would be full of her daughter's pics without her face. Even if fans know what she looks like she still likes to do it.

Paige would find it strangely soothing to play with her daughter's hair or even fiddle with her tiny little fingers absentmindedly.

#wcbb #women's basketball #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #fluff

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xas24 · 5 months

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hellooo!! lmfao idk if its just me but am i the only one who noticed that pedri absolutely HATES the cold, or he just gets rly cold easily idk but the way he wears his puffer jacket is so cute, anyway i was hoping u could write something related to that?? love ur work btw !!!☺️

cold boy - pedri

summary: pedri visits england for the first time and realises that he was definetely not made for cold weather.

being from an island that is known for its hot temperatures, pedri cannot handle the cold that surrounds him in various areas of barcelona in winter, or anywhere that is close to a minus in the temperature. his coat would be clung to his body, begging for some sort of warmth in these freezing conditions, and this was something that didn't go unnoticed by y/n or many barça fans.

y/n thought it was absolutely adorable, the way he would shove his hands into the pockets of his coat, head and neck covered by the hood. sometimes she would fling her scarf around his neck, just so he could get that extra bit of warmth she knew his body very much needed.

currently, the two were in the uk, back in y/ns home town for a few days of the holidays. y/n was aware of how cold the temperatures usually are in england, which is why she’d made her boyfriend pack as many fluffy sweaters, puffer coats and beanies he had.

pedri was excited for the adventure, the new experience of visiting england, a place he had never been before, but most of all he was looking forward to meeting his girlfriends family once again. he knew how much they loved him, and likewise he enjoyed their presence and the positive, cheery aura her folks possessed.

what he wasn't mentally prepared for was how cold it would be. in all honesty, he thought y/n was exaggerating with the temperatures; he didn't think it would be this cold until it had smacked him right in the face. his nose and tips of his ears had instantly started to turn pink and his lips became chapped, yet he still put a smile on his face whilst greeting his girlfriend's family and laughing at their jokes of how the canarian was finding this freezing weather.

it was now the second day of the couple being in england, and pedri was slightly adjusting to the winter weather. when y/n had asked him to go down to the markets with her, he had refused as he didn't want to spend another second freezing his ass off outside.

but when she pouted and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, he couldn't deny her anymore.

"thank you! i promise it'll be fun, its not that cold out today." y/n stated as she put on her puffer coat. just a quick look outside begged to differ but pedri huffed and put on his own coat, grabbing his gloves and his beanie before following her out the bedroom.

the two made their way downstairs and as y/n was grabbing her bag, she noticed how cute her boyfriend looked stood to the side, his hair and ears submerged into the wool of his beanie and his hands in his pockets.

she grabbed a scarf and smiled as she made her way over to him.

"here," pedri watched as she reached up and wrapped the scarf around his neck twice. she fluffed it up so he was fully covered, then kissed him on the lips. "now you won't feel as cold."

pedris heart practically leaped out of his chest at her gesture; his cheeks warmed with love and adoration for the girl infront of him, transforming his lips into a shy grin. his arms wrapped around her neck as he pulled her body closer to his so he could lay a kiss onto her lips properly, mouths slotting together and cold breaths mixing as he kissed his gratitude and love into her.

"thank you, but i think i'll still freeze to death." he whispered against her mouth once he pulled away.

y/n chuckled and pinched his side, eyes glaring up into his brown ones. "you'll be fine, stop being a baby."

pedri pouted and snuck his head into her neck. the warmth he felt, all snuggled up into her body with his arms around her waist, was unmatched - no cold could truly bother him whilst he was in his girls arms. he pressed a kiss to her neck and whined once again that he would rather stay inside.

"no, you're gonna have fun, trust me, amor. c'mon." she grabbed his hand, letting him kiss her cheek one last time before pulling him towards the front door.

she really wanted him to see her home town, the markets that she grew up going to every weekend, the views of the sunset, the lights that illuminated the night and kept the town awake, and especially the snow that made everything look like a fairytale.

pedri saw the excitement evident on her face, so his fingers tightened in her hold. he pulled her closer to his body and they both made their way down the streets and to the markets. they laughed and talked about whatever they wanted whilst the snow trickled down and the cold wind wafted around them but pedri could’ve cared less in that moment as he had his girl by his side.

#barça #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #imagine

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kyber-crystal · 11 months

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learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt

summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)

words: ~1.4k

warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that

a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don't have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)

“Y/N, status update?”

“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could've gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”

“Stay there, I’ll come find you.”

“Ethan, wait, you can't just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn't even have enough time to reload.

“Y/N. Y/N—“

You don’t get to hear the rest of what he’s saying before the static fizzes out and you lose connection.

“Hey there!” You give the beefy man who’s now mere meters away from you a cheerful smile. “Lovely weather today, don’t you think? Too bad it’s going to rain tomorrow. I love the rain but I hate lightning, because I almost got struck a year ago.”

He doesn't look too happy at this, whipping his gun out without a moment’s hesitation. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray as you slide the bullet in and he pins you against the wall by your neck.

He brings the gun to your head, and your weapon clatters to the ground. You curse under your breath. You can feel your airways constricting and there's a searing pain working its way through you.

“You're not going anywhere, princess.”

There's a split-second; a microsecond in which he pauses. Very briefly. You don't think, just do—you knee him in the groin, hard, and quickly grab the knife that's sheathed in your boot.

Saying one last prayer, you plunge the blade in, not even looking to see if you'd aimed right. He falls to the floor, stumbling, and you then lunge forward to disarm him.

Another deafening gunshot rings out just as Ethan rounds the corner and finds you there, standing over the man’s dead body like the angel of death. A pool of blood surrounds your feet, and he doesn't think he wants to know if that's yours or his.

“You made it out alive. Good job out there.”

Glancing over at him, you nod, but don't say anything. You toss him the data files without another word, and board the plane.

“I'm proud of you.”

More strained silence. Huh, weird… he thinks.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

No response. Ethan repeats himself again, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

You strap yourself into your seat and tilt your head back, digging your nails into your wrist. Anything was better than being awake right now…

“Well, someone's uncharacteristically quiet.”

Still no response. Not even a snarky quip like you'd typically reply with. No nicknames, no bickering, no random fun fact you googled on the way over here. “Did you know that a pig can digest an entire human body, bones and all? That makes me think a little extra every time we pass through the European countryside and see one of them.”

All he gets is silence from your end, and it starts to worry him.

That’s when he follows your gaze downwards. You're clutching the left side of your abdomen, trying your best not to make a sound.

His blood runs cold and his eyes darken. You can feel the pure rage radiating off him.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No…shit…Sherlock…” you croak out.

“You're hurt.”

No response again.

“Y/N, what the hell happened out there and who did this to you?”

More silence.

“Y/N, what did he do to you? How did he hurt you?”

After several more questions and several more failed replies, he forcefully moves your hand aside. Your shirt is stained a deep red and there's a gaping hole much bigger than Ethan wanted to see.

“You got shot.” He sighs. “Luther, how much longer?”

“Hour and five, but we can get there in 38.”

“Hurry.”

“On it.”

Ilsa brings him a thick roll of bandages. He tries to be as careful as possible as he disinfects and wraps up your torso, but every so often, you wince in pain.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, just a few more minutes,” Ethan hurriedly apologizes. “Hang in there for me, okay?”

Once he's done, he sits down next to you and laces your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. You let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him.

He pretends not to notice your watering eyes, or the crescent-shaped marks in your wrist. Or the way your left foot nervously taps out the rhythm to yours and his favorite song. Or the way your tears leave faint red tracks behind as they slip down your cheeks.

“I'm so sorry,” he repeats over and over again, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You don't sleep a wink that night. On any other day in Paris, you'd walk down to the farmer’s market below. You’d pick out Ethan’s favorite fruit and a new beret to have him wear jokingly, and maybe grab a croissant or two. Then you’d drag him along to the Louvre and point out each painting one by one and explain in great detail why you loved them so much. And he’d listen, because he could live purely off the sound of your voice for the rest of his life. He was never one for museums, but you loved them, and because he loved you, he started to love them, too.

But it's dark out, and after what had just happened the other day, you don't feel safe enough to leave the apartment. You tossed and turned for over half an hour before falling asleep, but jolted awake just a few minutes later, shivering violently. There was no way you were going to try and go to sleep again.

Ethan stirs awake, rubbing his eyes to see a dark figure slipping out the door.

He's quick to follow you up the staircase and to the rooftop. You're standing there in just a T-shirt (was that his?) and shorts, and it's freezing cold out, but you're sweating and fanning yourself.

“Y/N?”

You turn around at the sound of his voice. “Ethan…”

“What are you doing up here? I was worried about you.” He makes his way over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, obvious concern on his face.

You bit your lip and started digging your nails into your wrist again.

“Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleaded. “Tell me what's wrong.”

You shook your head, feeling the skin of your wrist beginning to sting.

“Y/N, please. I want to help you. But I can’t do that when you won't talk to me, so please…tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m so tired, Ethan,” you finally spoke after a long pause, voice hoarse. “I should’ve—I shouldn’t be here right now, I should be dead because I panicked and I…I almost died. The man, he put the gun to my head and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I could’ve sworn to God that the whole ‘thing’ about you seeing your life flash by like a film reel was just a myth but it wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me because I kept seeing the same thing over and over. I thought…”

“What did you see?” he asked, voice gentle.

“I kept seeing your face. All I saw was your face.” You looked away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him. Heat spreads across your cheeks. “I know I care about the whole damn team, but you—you’re my future, Ethan.”

He doesn’t say anything in response and instead, leans down to kiss you.

The sudden rush of warmth from his lips being pressed against yours makes you want to forget everything in the world and completely drown in him. This was home, you realized, and this is where I’m supposed to be.

And as the sun rises and spreads a brilliant pale glow over the horizon, Ethan can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was also exactly where he was meant to be. Not fighting bad guys, but rather, standing on the rooftop of a tiny building in the 4th arrondissement with you in his arms and your head against his heart. He thinks he could have a lifetime of this.

“You’re my future, too.”

tags (including those who may be interested! add yourself via this form, if you’d like): @mitchellpete @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @the-multiverse-of-fandoms @ilsastrenchcoat @joyfullyswimmingface

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #ethan hunt #tom cruise #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x you #ethan hunt fic #ethan hunt imagine #mission impossible fanfic #mission impossible: rogue nation #mission impossible: fallout #mission impossible: dead reckoning #dead reckoning part one

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l0vergirlv0mit · 7 months

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All of you

Inspired by: All Of You sung by Ella Fitzgeralds

Pairing: wife!hazel x reader

Summary: after meeting in college and falling in love you both have graduated, found stability in yourselves and each other, and now enjoy the pleasures of being newlyweds. Fluff<3

A/n: more of a blurb. i often fantasize about having a loving wife and a beautiful house. just thinking about scenes of a comfortable loving marriage makes me melt. Hazel is definitely a women in STEM btw. Really enjoyed writing this!

You quietly make your way downstairs trying to find the beautiful women missing from my your bed when you woke up. A sweet aroma fills your nostrils and you know exactly where you’ll find her.

The cold wooden floor boards creek beneath your feet. The late November weather makes you crave your wife’s warmth more than anything. You come up behind her and and wrap your arms around her waist, placing a kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “Smells great baby.” You spoke softly to her.

Hazles been smiling to her self since she heard you open the door of your bed room. Excited to see her love and share the morning with her. “How did you sleep?” She turns the stove off finished with her scrambled eggs. Moving to face you then pull you into an impossibly close embrace, kissing the top of your head. “Good, but I woke up cold.” You look up at her and pout.

“Aww well I have something that’ll warm you up baby.” She places a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Go sit down I’ll bring you coffee and breakfast yeah?” You smile ear to ear overcome with love. You pull away from her going to the record player in the dinning room and put on a jazz record.

“Cream and sugar babe?” She calls from the kitchen. “Yes please!” Swaying back and forth to the music you make your way to your assigned seat at the table. The soft light of the morning pierces through the sheer curtains. Staring contently at the view outside your semi fogged window.

Hazel goes back and forth between the kitchen placing down a large plate piled with pancakes, another plate with scrambled eggs, and bowl of cantaloupe. Finally setting down your cup of coffee and handing you one of her hoodie’s. “Here.” She kisses your forehead and sits next to you.

You pull her hoodie on and smells like her sandalwood amber perfume. Every nerve in your body is buzzing with gratitude. How could you get so lucky. “Thank you baby, you work so hard for me.” She smiles even wider her chest filling with pride. “Anything for you.” While fixing your plates and eating you talk about the events of your past week. Laughing and holding hands and teasing.

Once you finished Hazel starts to get up and reaches for your plate. You place your hand softly on her wrist. “Let me clean up honey you’ve worked hard enough it’s not even 10 yet.” She agreed but still insisted on caring the plates to the sink for you. She leans against the counter watching you clean. Keeping you occupied by telling you details about the event your both attending later tonight.

You were going to a formal party for Hazles bosses birthday. And you couldn’t wait to help Hazel into her suit later tonight. You were nodding and humming to the things Hazel was saying until one of your favorite songs came on.

You gasp stopping what you were doing. Wiping your hands on the clean towel next to you and pull Hazel by the hands to dance with you. Quickly she places her hands on your hips and smiles brightly. Your playful excitement amuses her.

Giggling at your enthusiasm when singing to her her starts singing with you. She spins you around and dips you. Pulling you back close to her. Dizzy as you rest your hand on her chest and your head on her shoulder. “I love you, so much.” She whispered into your ear. Raising your head you whispered back to her “I love you more.” Eyes looking back into each other completely entranced.

She raised her eyebrows, one hand moves to your lower back and the other to the side of your face. “Doubt it.” She pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your hands find her waist thumbs rubbing the soft skin. Both of you pull away and Hazel grinned at you again continuing to sing. Taking your hands again to dance with you until you’ve moved to the living room.

Where she pulls you down with her to the couch. Laying on top of you with her head on your chest. Dishes forgotten and record played through. Hazel reaches for the remote and turned on the show you’d both been watching together for the past month. Your fingers run though her hair. “Dont let me fall asleep ok.” You hum in response and eventually heard her breathing slow as she rest. And you laid there drawing circles into her back completely and utterly content.

The rest of the day was spent being lazy around the house enjoying each other’s company<3

(This made me want to punch dry wall I need this so bad😊)

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan imagine

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dragon-teaparty · 1 year

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“ I Love You Too ” - Leon Kennedy x Reader

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ok so first off, i'm so fucking MAD bc tumblr didn't save my draft when it suddenly closed the app to update so i have to rewrite this ENTIRE THING

i'm actually so mad about it, i swear i was about to just not write this. i'm gonna rip my hair out i swear

anyway, i'm back with another story :3 this time it's more wholesome and fluffy

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summary: you and leon become even closer than before (gn reader btw)

It was nearly sunset. You and Leon were in his backyard, just enjoying the weather. You had begun to play fight, something that was common amongst you both.

Usually, it would be typical banter but you'd always say something that would set Leon off, and now was one of those moments.

You said something about his driving and teased him about every time he crashed a vehicle. Of course you had to make some snarky comment about his license.

Before you could bolt off, Leon grabbed you by the waist, causing you to yelp and giggle.

He swept you off your feet and held you in his arms bridal style. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Hey, c'mon!" You laughed, wiggling in his grasp. "You're like 80 tons of muscle, it's no fair!"

Leon chuckled. "Can't take what you dish out, huh?"

You and Leon were very close. Your connection was obvious to those who even glanced at you. You weren't dating, no, but a lot of people sure thought you were.

It was clear how much Leon genuinely cared for you. You had been his light in the darkness of the horrors he's seen in Raccoon City and the mission to Spain to save the president's daughter. It was difficult for him to let people in and the trauma only made it worse.

Of course, Ada had to do something with this as well. Her betrayal all those years ago still weighed heavy on Leon's heart. He was still confused, hurt, and angry all the same. Although he was glad to see Ada alive, he couldn't help but have a taste of bitterness for her. A bitterness that just wouldn't wash off of his tongue no matter how much the mercenary tried to make things better.

You were different. So much different than any other person he'd ever known.

Everything about you was perfect in Leon's eyes. Your laugh, your smile, your sense of humor, the way you'd look away and squeal when you were excited about something. It made him smile.

You had successfully torn down the walls Leon had built and he was more than happy about that. Of course, the initial part of getting to know you was rather irritating for him, he didn't want to talk about his feelings or let anyone see this side of him. You had been a ray of sunshine on his cold heart.

"Put me down!" You squeaked, squirming around.

Leon let out an exasperated huff. "Okay, okay!" He chuckled and then gently placed you back down on your feet. He immediately pulled you into a hug to which you happily accepted.

Your love for Leon was just as strong as his love was for you. You always had more romantic feelings for him but you never admitted it in fear of ruining the special bond you two had.

"I missed you while I was away," Leon spoke up, still holding you against his chest.

You smiled at this. "i missed you too." You said, your voice becoming quiet. "I always miss you."

Leon felt a pang in his heart when you said that. His job was dangerous and there was always the risk of losing his life. He knew how much you worried and he hated it.

He never really thought much about how dangerous being an agent is since he was so used to it at this point. Seeing you worry made him feel guilty.

"I know," he replied softly. "But you know I'll always come back to you, right?"

You nodded, burying your face into his chest.

As much as Leon reassured you that he'd always come home safe, you couldn't help but have the thought in the back of your mind.

When he was away, your nights were often sleepless and you found it difficult to get things done from how worried you got sometimes.

The thought of losing Leon was crushing and you couldn't stand it.

"Hey," Leon spoke, pulling away a little to look at you. "I promise." His expression was soft and his tone sweet and reassuring.

You couldn't hold it back. As you looked up at him and heard his words, tears swelled in your eyes and they began spilling. Leon pulled you back into his arms and you hugged him back once more. He shushed you quietly, running his fingers through your hair and murmuring soft reassurances.

The two of you had stood there in each other's arms for quite a while. By the time you two parted, the sun had finally dipped below the horizon. The moonlight shines through the branches and leaves of the tree you were under, illuminating you both.

Leon couldn't help but admire you. You looked so beautiful underneath the soft glow of the night sky. Your eyes always appeared to sparkle in the light but they looked especially like stars here. He found himself not being able to tear his eyes away from you.

You looked back up at him and into his pretty blue eyes.

He reached over and gently cupped your cheek with one hand. "I'm never leaving you, y'know." He whispered, once again reassuring you with a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You can't get rid of me that easy."

You smiled back, your heart fluttering as you leaned into his touch, placing your hand on his own.

"Oh, I know," you said, your tone turning more playful. "You really don't know when to quit, Kennedy."

Leon laughed, a genuine laugh that you and you alone had ever heard. He looked back at you, a comfortable silence suddenly falling upon you both.

You felt yourself get lost in Leon's eyes. The baby blue was so mesmerizing to you.

The way you looked at him didn't help either, it made his heart jump out of his chest.

The way you looked at one another was undeniable. The fondness and love in your eyes, like you were a golden treasure in the middle of the rubble in both of your minds.

As Leon looked at you, he had an overwhelming urge to just admit his feelings. He loved you so much and he wanted to shout it out loud, pour out his heart to you.

Instead, he simply leaned in, his lips softly pressing against your own.

Your eyes widened, not expecting the sudden gesture at all but you melted into the kiss, your eyes closing shut.

It felt like fireworks had gone off in your brain, butterflies swarmed your tummy, tickling your insides. You almost couldn't believe this was happening.

Leon held the kiss for a little while longer before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. His expression was so soft and loving.

"I love you," you finally spoke, blurting out the words as you were unable to hold them back anymore. You surprised yourself, a blush quickly creeping across your cheeks.

Leon smiled. For the first time in years, he actually felt complete, he felt so loved and safe. This feeling was almost enough to drive him to tears. Never in his life had he ever felt this way about another person before.

He pulled you close again and planted another kiss on your lips before he pulled away again, looking down at you with a grin that he just couldn't get rid of.

"I love you too."

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phew! this one is definitely not as good as the one i originally had and that upsets me a lot :'c

i hope you all liked it anyways! love u guys <3

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theodorenmyth · 18 days

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Sweater.

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Pairing : Theodore Nott x Male reader]

SUMMARY : You both were at the astronomy tower, staring at the night sky. But Theodore just couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

a/n : sorry for this trashy and short fanfic!! :(( it's my first time writing stuff like this. Enjoy tho, btw listen to sweater weather while reading this ^_^

WARNINGS) : none, just fluff and soft!Theo :) Word count : 534

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Wind was blowing through your hair, making it sway to the side gently as your eyes looked up at the starry sky. You felt calm for the first time in a few months, your face flushed slightly from the cold weather. The night sky was an endless display of stars, each one twinkling like a tiny beacon in the vast darkness. You couldn't help but look up in awe at them, marvelling at the beauty of the universe. Your hair rustled in the gentle wind, the tips touching your cheeks and sending a shiver down your spine. Theodore on the other hand, just couldn't keep his eyes off of you. From the way your face was flushed, to your doe eyes and to your sweater. Well, his sweater that you've stolen from him. He felt like he was falling inlove with the boy next to him all over again, his eyes sparkling with love.

You felt Theo's gaze on you, turning your gaze away from the beautiful night sky to look at your boyfriend. "Is there something on my face?" You questioned him. He was completely distracted to the point where it took him a few more seconds to respond to your question. "It's just that.. you're just breathtaking." He responded with a gentle tone. Your face flushed even more when he told you that you were breathtaking. Your eyes widened in surprise, your face turning bright red as you smiled softly at him. You felt yourself falling in love with him all over again, your heart filled with a warmth that you never thought possible.

Theo leaned over and kissed your forehead gently, his lips brushing against your skin. You closed your eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of his lips on your skin. He pulled away and gently grabbed your hand, his eyes locking with yours. You could see the love and adoration in his eyes, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. He smiled at you, his eyes sparking with love. "I love you, M/N." He said softly.

You looked up at him, feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of him. You smiled back at him, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness wash over you. "I love you too, Teddy." You said softly, your heart filled with love for him. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes glistened in the moonlight as he gazed at you, his soft and sweet expression making your heart flutter. Your cheeks, already flushed from the cold weather, felt even more heated at the sight of his loving gaze. Everything about him, from his kind smile to his warm embrace, made you feel loved and appreciated, as if the universe itself was reminding you of the strength of your relationship.

Despite the silence, there was a connection between the two of you that felt stronger than ever before. You felt a sense of belonging, like you two were meant to be together, no matter what obstacles might come your way. The stars, the cold breeze, the soft touch of his hand - all of it contributed to creating a moment of pure magic, an experience that you would cherish forever.

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blue-jisungs · 3 months

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SUMMER TIGHTS

author's note. thank u @eternalgyuuu for ur help w the banner <33 its one of my faves hehehe

word count. 889

summary. you stumble upon a (weirdly familiar) cute guy and let yourself lose in the music with him

warnings. it’s a party party yeah!!, alcohol consumption 😁😁 they’re both tipsy but not wasted, slightly suggestive +++ lyric play so if the dialogue is weird at times,, sorry…… oh and it was written with sector 17 hoshi in my head btw… + dance major hosh, creative writing major yn

the warm summer breeze sneaked through the open window, the smell of flowers and wet grass mixing with the scent of sweat, pizza and fresh laundry on the balcony. the weather was mildly warm, pleasant.

a deep buzz of some random song’s bass rang in your chest as you absentmindedly followed the rhythm, swaying your body and trying not to spill the drink jeonghan made you.

the party itself didn’t have an occasion – mingyu just felt like gathering all his favorite people in one place. and since you were his roommate (and one of his friends), you were naturally invited.

lights in the room were dimmed but some cheap LEDs allowed you to get a look on people’s faces, even if in reds and blues.

suddenly you felt someone’s presence and you turned your hooded gaze upon them. your eyes landed upon a cute guy with a yellow shirt (with some flowers on…?) and short platinum blonde hair, who sent you a toothy grin. his eyes scanned your figure, noticing the little glitter you put on your collarbones and a cute, black dress.

“¿cómo estás?” he blurted out suddenly and you couldn’t help but scoff. the man may have been a little silly but positive vibes were radiating from him. besides, he was a pretty good dancer… and quite handsome too.

“’m good” you smiled lazily. his ebony eyes scanned the way you danced to the beat, his own smile growing. he felt like somehow the way your body moved seemed similar – or maybe it was just his experience messing with his slightly hazy mind.

for a moment, you didn’t talk. the way your bodies moved to the rhythm spoke volumes, gazes stuck in each other. the man leaned in closer, the smell of his cologne filling your lungs. suddenly, he grabbed your free hand and spun you carefully yet with grace.

“girl, i like your face… i bet you taste amazing” he mumbled and you didn’t hesitate to stand on your tippy toes and peck him. he smirked, the taste of whiskey sour lingering on his lips.

eyes never breaking contact with his, you took a sip of your drink and continued to dance.

the blonde man followed your footsteps, losing himself in the music. the tension was thick, the room felt like it was only you and him. (despite your roommate and jeonghan sending daggers your way, watching you two with arms crossed). a strange feeling suddenly tugged your heart but you blamed it on the alcohol and decided to ignore it.

“pretty, cute yet feisty…” he hummed and you grabbed him by the collar of his yellow shirt, tugging him closer yet never stopping your moves “electricity sparks when you sway side to side…”

“and who are you? a poet?” you grinned and just when he wanted to lean closer, perhaps to get another taste of your lips, you stepped away gracefully. body brushing against his ever so slightly but enough to make him want to try again.

“hmm, one would say. i’m a dance major… instead of words i use movements” he replied, a glint in his eye sparkling mischievously “you?”

“creative writing” you said and took another sip of your beverage, letting the pleasant feeling spread across your body. the coldness of ice contrasted with the heat of the room.

the music playing pulled you two closer yet again, this time your back was facing him – but not enough to feel him against you.

out of the blue, that weird feeling returned again so you turned around suddenly, scanning his face.

“girl you remind me… of a girl i was obsessed with” he groaned when you grabbed his chin. normally, you’d walk away if you heard such a thing but–

“soonyoungie?” you asked, raising your eyebrow. his eyes went wide and you wolfed down your drink, backing away to put the glass aside to a safe place.

“y/n? that’s why…” he breathed out and gently pulled you by your waist. you didn’t protest, letting the warmth of his palms hold you securely “… you looked so similar… and so did your moves”

soonyoung and you used to date in high school before parting ways in college – he stayed in seoul to pursue his dancing career, you went abroad. no hard feelings involved, just sadness. you spent two years there and moved back to finish your course here, in seoul, because the homesickness was too much of a heavy burden at times. especially to handle at your own. and who could’ve guessed you’d reunite with your high school sweetheart.

“tell me am i your type?” soonyoung asked suddenly and you laughed, resting your forehead on his chest.

“we literally dated, of course you are” your hummed response sent shivers down his spine as a hopeful smile bloomed on his face.

leaning away, your hands made their way to his shoulders. killing the beat, not missing a single one, you brushed your lips against his once again this night. your fingers creeped up to tug his platinum-blonde locks, causing him to let out a quiet groan.

“you taste amazing” soonyoung sighed dreamily, chasing after you when you teasingly tilted your head. letting the music lead your bodies, you danced with your old lover; leaving the question what are we? for tomorrow, another warm summer day.

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sukiipoo · 4 months

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S N I F F L E S & S N U G G L E S : Izuku Midoriya

discription : You are under the weather with a nasty virus, and your boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya takes care of you. :)

before reading : gender neutral reader, fluff/Angst comfort (somewhat, I kind of suck at writing angst tho-) TW; mentions of being sick, kissing/making-out, cursing

authors note : Btw yall im writing this bc im currently under the weather and I literally feel like shit rn, So I thought, why not make y/n feel like shit too! >:)

Anyways Enjoy!! <33

You lay in bed miserable, as you turn over and cough, sniffling. You close your eyes, trying to collect your thoughts but your mind is currently everywhere. Your head is throbbing, your heart is beating rapidly, and every time you cough, you feel like you’re gonna cough up an artery. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes, as you lay on your back, shivering. “This sucks…”, you manage to croak out. Your eyes droop as you stare at the ceiling in silence. You feel a nice, cold hand softly touch your forehead, and you smile, leaning into the touch.

“Hm…still hot…I’m gonna check your temperature, see if it went down yet.” A soft, yet husky voice says to you.

You look up to see Izuku standing over you, and he smiles as he catches your eye. “How are you feeling?” He grabs the thermometer from the nightstand, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I feel shitty...I hate being sick." You open your mouth so Izuku can check your temperature. "100.2...it went down a little, but it's still pretty bad. I'm gonna get you a cold rag. I'll be right back." You watch him walk out the room, before turning back to the ceiling, closing your eyes.

Izuku Comes back in the room with a wet rag in one hand, and a cup of water in the other. You hear him set the cup next to you on the nightstand. He places the cold rag on your forehead, and you hum in relief, smiling.

"I'm sorry you had to miss training today to take care of me..You could've gone, I wouldn't have minded." You watch him walk around your bed to the other side. "Nonsense, I couldn't just leave you here by yourself. and besides," You feel the bed dip, and a hand wrap around you, pulling your body closer to his. "It's better to let yourself rest from hero work sometimes." He lays his head down, resting his face in the nape of your neck. You smile at him, playing with his hair softly.

"I love you...You're so sweet to me." You turn over to face him. He smiles, chuckling.

"It's my job as your boyfriend, right?" He plants a kiss on your nose, grinning. you softly push him back. "Don't kiss me right now, I'm afraid I'll get you sick!" He laughs softly, resting his hands on your waist. "I'll be fine, my love." He kisses you on the lips lovingly, sliding his hands up to your back. You lean into him more, enjoying the way his lips feel on yours as you slide your hands from his hair down to his chest, laying them there. Before you get the chance to go any further, You pull away to sneeze, leaning away from him quickly.

"Damnit...see, I told you." He laughs at you, sitting up.

"How about we watch a movie? Will that make you feel better?" He smiles at you, as you lean into him, your head on his chest. You nod softly, his arm coming to wrap around you. He finds the remote and clicks through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. As he does this, you start to drift to sleep, and soon you're fully knocked out, snoring softly. He looks down to see you asleep in his arms. He smiles adoringly, placing the remote down and planting a kiss on your head. He pulls you closer to him, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. "There you go....Sweet dreams, My love.." he whispers softly, as his eyes start to droop as well. You both lay there, asleep in each others arms.

#anime #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #izuku x reader #mha fluff #fluff #comfort #sickfic #sick reader

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cakeboxie · 8 months

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Bonfire

kinktober day no. 3

You answer quietly and his expression doesn’t change, he pauses for a moment before taking your hand and hurriedly dragging you away from the crowd into a separate hallway.

Pairing: Wriothesley/afab gn sub reader

CWs: a/b/o dynamics (alpha wrio + beta reader), breeding, semi public at the start, jealous wrio, established relationship

AN: Btw I haven’t actually played any of the Fontaine archon quests so if he’s horribly ooc I’m so sorry lmao also I was compelled to write actual p in v smut for once which was, an experience.

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Winter in Fontaine is awful if you’re not used to it. The humidity never ceases and while it doesn’t often get below freezing, the chill still manages to worm its way into your bones unless you bundle up.

This year is no different in terms of weather, but you are not cold for once. Wriothesley‘s arm stays wrapped comfortably around your waist as you walk through the streets of Fontaine together. Despite the cryo vision that perpetually hangs over his shoulder; he is always pleasantly warm.

It’s rare he leaves the underworld, but he was required to attend a formal event hosted by Furina. (a celebration of sorts if you remember correctly) Hence your ongoing little adventure towards the grand venue the invitation directed you to. Wriothesley tightened his grip on you slightly as you both neared the entrance. Stopping for a moment to adjust the way your top was sitting so the bond mark on your shoulder was visible. Along with him nuzzling into the spot to further reinforce that you were very, very taken.

The inside of the hall was bustling with people, all dressed formally in hues of blue and gold as per the invitation. With servers weaving through the crowd, politely serving small refreshments and a seemingly never ending amount of champagne flutes.

It didn’t take long for you to get separated from Wriothesley, the push and pull of the crowd dragging you from his side despite the possessive hold he had on your waist since stepping into the building. Not that you minded too much, moving from group to group before ending up in the center of a group of alphas.

Typically you wouldn’t worry, you’re a beta yourself and the smell of Wrio clings to your skin. Loudly proclaiming that you’re not to be fucked with unless whoever chooses to fuck around will be finding out in the form of one very pissed Duke of the Fortress of Meropide.

But, with the smell of alcohol heavy in the little corner you’d wound up in you were less sure of your safety. Though you didn’t need to worry for long.

“Hey guys, save us all some trouble and step away from my mate, alright?”

And like that the men were gone. Fleeing with their proverbial tails between their legs as your boyfriend approached you slowly.

“Did they do anything to you, anything at all?”

You answer quietly and his expression doesn’t change, he pauses for a moment before taking your hand and hurriedly dragging you away from the crowd into a separate hallway.

Before you could ask why he had brought you here his lips were pressed against yours. His broad frame caging you against the wall as he kissed you desperately.

After a long moment he breaks the kiss with a reluctant growl. Propping himself against the wall with one arm, the other coming up to your waist to pull you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder and mouthing at your bond mark between words.

“If those idiots can’t get the hint with just the mark, I’ll fuck you so full of my cum no one can look at you without knowing you’re mine.”

His voice is low and quiet as he talks, finally pulling away from your neck to kiss you again.

His eagerness is clear in the way he kisses you, all teeth and tongue and oozing desperation. His hand on your hip moves further down, shamelessly groping at your ass and grinding his clothed cock against you.

The next time he breaks the kiss to breath you gently push him away, and the man whines like you’ve just kicked him out into the rain.

“Love we’re in public, not even well hidden and there’s a lot of important people.”

He gives his best puppy dog eyes, but relents when you don’t budge. Hastily fixing his tie and once again adjusting your own outfit to show off the bond mark. Before leading you back into the main hall, albeit reluctantly.

The rest of the evening goes by smoothly, and quickly. You stay attached to Wriothesley at the hip and the group of men that bothered you initially never reappeared.

Before long you both were back in Meropide, and his hands were on you as soon as the door to your shared home was closed. Unceremoniously pushing you against the door and kissing you intensely.

This time through you welcome his advances, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck as he kissed you. He worked to get the buttons on your top undone, struggling enough that he was forced to break the kiss and actually look at what he was doing. Mumbling a half assed apology as he undid the buttons, before pulling the garnet off and tossing it somewhere behind him.

His mouth quickly found its way to your neck as he bit into your bond mark. Further darkening the permanent bruise while his hands held you firmly by your hips. His clothed cock straining against the fabric of his pants while he rut against you.

Once he was content with your bond mark he moved to your chest, happily littering your skin with bites and hickeys while his hands undid your pants. With significantly more ease than your top.

With your pants out of the way he hurriedly plunges his fingers into your drooling core. Growling into your neck as your velvety walls grip his digits as he works you open.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet for me- god I can’t wait to stuff you with my cock.” He continues to ramble into your shoulder as he works you open. Shakily grinding against your thigh as he does.

He decides you’re ready enough for him and turns you so your chest is pressed against the door, with your ass on full display alongside the slick that had begun to dribble down your thighs. He wastes no time undoing his pants enough to pull out his heavy cock. Tapping the head of it against your soaked cunt before slowly sinking into you. You can feel the restraint in his movements as he carefully pushes in to the hilt. His grip on your hip borders on bruising as he forces himself to stay still and give you time to adjust.

His resolve shatters as soon as you tell him he can move. The hand on your hip moves so it’s wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest as he sets a brutal pace. His other arm braced against the door as he snapped his hips against yours over and over again.

It’s not long before your first orgasm washes over you. Wriothesley groans into your neck as you sob from the stimulation. Mumbling out a feeble “keep your voice down.” As he pushed his fingers into your mouth. He bites your shoulder hard as he continues rutting into you. Sharp canines digging into your flesh, with just enough restraint to not break skin.

You feel his knot begin to swell as he reaches between your thighs. His fingers quickly finding your clit.

“Be good for me and cum one more time before I fill you with my pups yeah?”

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mixtape127 · 2 months

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worlds colliding ☆ pt.1

genre : non!idol mark lee x male reader, college au, ennemies to lovers ?

summary : what if you - kinda - had to save the world and Mark was your sidekick ? or — you need to give out fliers for a class, and Mark doesn't care about "global warming."

warnings : strong language, mark is kind of a douchebag but i swear he's sweet, not proofread yet

words : 1.6k

notes : i love this story sm, it's been in my drafts for so long and it was supposed to be about p1harmony, but i like it with mark too ! might make it in more than just 2 parts if you guys enjoy it as much as i do ! and btw, english isn't my native language, so i really do hope i actually wrote well and if i made dumb mistakes, i'm sorry :((

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"thank you, please look forward to it !" y/n says, bowing multiple times, a smile enlightening his face, watching the group of students walk away with fliers in his hands. "i hope to see you there tomorrow !"

it must have been around 9:40 a.m., a chilly morning for a spring day. the sun was shining, the clouds were absent. the green leaves were showing, some still falling on the grass of the campus park. the students in short sleeves were out again, and the jocks were taking advantage of the cooler weather to work out outside. y/n looked up, his eyes squinting in the bright sunlight. he felt cold, his bones shaking. his poor denim jacket did not cover his bare arms, and his jeans with holes in them did not provide any warmth either. he smiled to himself, seeing some birds migrating elsewhere, formed into a triangle.

he blinked a few times, returning to his emotionless face, before continuing to approach some of the students in groups to give them the rest of his fliers. but none of them seemed interested, and y/n began to lose hope. his business professor had made it clear that if he couldn't get at least 20 students to donate, his semester was over. this was his last chance, and he wasn't about to let it go. his displeasure gradually began to show, the creases in his face deepening. the more people walked around him, the more his hands tightened around his fliers. it's one thing for them not to be interested, but for them to ignore him like this is another.

for a moment there was a flutter, no one was coming out or going in. he took the opportunity to catch his breath, closing his eyes.

"one... two... three..." he whispered to himself, focusing on the soft whistle of the wind.

when he opened them again, he saw a figure facing him approaching the doors of the art building behind him. y/n thought to himself that this was fate, that this boy was almost arriving with a glittering halo of light behind him, signifying y/n's last chance. he took this opportunity and approached the guy, feeling confident.

"hey, how's it going? i'm handing out fliers about globa-..."

a brief gust of wind caressed the skin of his face. again, no response. the boy stalked his way, his headphones screwed to his ears, only giving y/n a small glance. he stood there, watching the boy's back as he walked away. he finally admitted to himself that this time, his pride had been shattered into a thousand pieces, and someone had come to trample it right after. he noted in a corner of his head that he didn't like the idea at all. but it was without realizing it that his legs responded alone, quickly approaching the young black-haired student. he patted him on the shoulder vigorously and handed him the previously crumpled paper in his hands when the latter turned around.

Mark, on his side, put on a bewildered face, one eyebrow raised. he was sure that he had deliberately ignored this boy just a few seconds ago. his day was not starting very well. his dog had chewed on his last pair of freshly bought shoes, his roommate — Donghyuck — had finished his favourite cereal and the hot water had been turned off on his floor. then finally his bus... never came, so he set out to walk to the university, realizing halfway there that his wireless headphones were out of battery. he'd wasted about ten minutes buying wired ones just to survive the rest of the day. and it was also at that very moment, coming out of the convenience store, that he promised himself he'd keep a spare pair of headphones in the bottom of his bag, just in case.

he took out one of his headphones, and uttered an extremely nonchalant "what? i'm late." he didn't mean to sound mean or disapproving, but the day was already taking its toll on him. he almost wondered what kind of people were picking on him so much, and for what reason? had he been too mean to the salesman last night, when he asked him to get out of the store because Mark was singing EXO's music at the top of his lungs? was he too dismissive of his singing teacher when she told him to stop doing 'too much'? and then, what do you mean 'too much'? Mark really didn't like that word, even less when it described his singing.

y/n, on the other hand, waved the paper in front of his nose. he was frustrated with his morning, especially with the way people responded to him. and especially the way Mark said 'what'. he wondered why people were in such a bad mood in the morning. he let out a breath to regain his composure before starting.

"before you cut me off, i think taking this won't hurt you. i'm really passionate about this cause, so i will give you this flier. and if i have to shove it down your throat, i'll do it." he pressed the piece of paper against the boy's chest in front of him. "thank you, and have a great day."

y/n bowed before rotating drastically, turning his back on Mark. he put his hand on his heart, which was now pounding in his chest. not because the black-haired boy was a living god, but because he felt he was getting carried away and tangled up in his words. how people see him matters a lot to him, even if he doesn't talk about it much. and he knew that this interaction was going to play over and over in his head tonight and keep him awake.

"what a fucking weirdo..." Mark muttered once y/n was far enough away.

he clutched the flier in his hands before resuming his journey to his class, which was really about to start. what do you mean 'i'll shove it down your throat'? he shook his head from left to right, pushed open the door and quickly dashed down the left corridor, hitting someone in the shoulder on his way.

Mark hardly turned around, just to give a weak look to the brown man who was bending while getting lost in excuses, and he took a quick walk to room 208. once in front of it, he opened the door and quickly sneaked to his place, at the back left of the room, managing to pass out of the radar of his teacher, who hadn't even noticed his absence until then.

once seated, he took out some of his things, not forgetting his bottle of fresh orange juice, something he bought every Tuesday morning to give himself luck during that long day. Tuesdays were never really his days, always bad and gloomy. he wasn't superstitious, but if Tuesdays could disappear completely, his world would be much better.

as he took his notebook out of his backpack, the flier given to him by y/n slid silently to the ground. Mark bent down to pick it up, not failing to roll his eyes as he placed it back on the table. but his eyes were drawn to a large headline.

"THE WORLD IS SLOWLY ENDING, BUT YOU'RE THE HERO, RIGHT?"

he chuckled silently, before turning the paper over to see the back, finding that there was nothing written on it, and crumpled it up in his hand before tossing it into his backpack. saving the world was not in his plans. not today.

maybe tomorrow... who knows? and he did. he saved y/n's world, in some sort of way the day right after.

"it will serve you better than me."

y/n blinked a few times, frowning in front of his phone, which was playing a summer song, although outside, it was raining damn heavily. he wondered if the voice came from someone talking to a friend behind him, or from his headphones. but the whistle sound in his right ear brought him back to reality. he let out a faint "i'm not a fucking dog-" before looking at the umbrella someone was holding upon his head, then at a guy with brown hair. it takes some time for y/n to connect the dots — maybe because of some sort of poor eyesight — but when he does, his mouth opens up wide.

"you're the guy from yesterday that said "what" so nonchalantly it made my day way worse than it was already !"

Mark rolled his eyes. "i'm trying to save the world, being a hero, i'm landing you my umbrella." with a devilish grin, he removes the umbrella from above y/n's head. "but if you want, i can leave too."

"i'm surprised you read that flier you hated so much." he mutters.

y/n did not know if he should accept, but after all, it won't kill him and it will keep him from getting sick. even though he loved hanging out in bed instead of going to class, getting sick was one of the things he hated the most.

"thanks a lot... um... what's your name?"

"Mark."

he took the umbrella and put it over his head while nodding, repeating Mark's name quietly like he was getting used to it. their eyes met again before Mark got swept away by Donghyuck's reminder that the bus was there and it wouldn't wait for them. he let himself be swept away, and a minute later, y/n's silhouette evaporated in the distance, through the mist on the bus windows.

Mark was lost in thought. and he noticed that his name sounded pretty coming out of y/n's mouth.

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satorsra · 9 months

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Chilly

wc: 673

notes: that one interview where gege said that gojo doesn't sleep much/get enough sleep :( when i find you gege.

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It’s around that time of year where you go to sleep with the windows open because it’s super hot, and wake up freezing from the chilly early morning air.

And so here you are, despite being under the blanket you feel goosebumps all over your body. There should be a giant white-haired heater next to you, but as you shuffle and feel around for him, you’re met with an empty bed.

You slowly peek your head out from under the covers. The sun hasn’t risen yet so the room is still dark, but you still scan around the room in hopes of finding him. He did tell you that he had a day off today, so where could he be? Did they call him in for some emergency? Maybe he was just in the bathroom. He normally wakes up periodically like this, but doesn’t usually leave until he tells you and places a kiss on your temple.

Your thoughts get interrupted by a sharp breeze that makes your whole body shudder, grabbing your phone and hiding under the covers again.

Where are you?

You sent the message, but contemplate on if you should’ve just called him. Woulda been faster maybe.

[toru <3] Miss me?

Your phone dings as he replies instantly.

Just answer the question please.

[toru <3] Ugh. I’m downstairs, what’s wrong?

What the hell are you doing downstairs? Come back here??

[toru <3] Aw, feeling lonely?

You could see the little “typing” bubble from his end and you already know he’s gonna say something dumb.

I’m freezing, come close the window.

[toru <3] Close it yourself >:(

No :(( plus what’re you even doing, come and sleep.

[toru <3] Can’t though, that’s why I came down here and got myself somethin’ to eat.

You okay?

[toru <3] I’m okay, princess.

Your heart swells at his gentleness, and you start to feel bad for him. He doesn’t get much sleep plus he’s so overworked. You’re about to suck it up and just close the window yourself when he sends another message.

[toru <3} I’m coming btw, want a snack?

You chuckle at him for asking, because only he’d have a snack while most of the world is still sleeping.

Nah just some water, thanks :p

[toru <3] Suit yourself love.

He slowly creeps in the room a minute later, sauntering over to your side of the bed and setting the water down on the side table. “Thanks.” You whisper and lower the blanket so that only the top half of your face is out and he smiles. His soft smile never ceases to make you smile as well.

Another crisp breeze breaks you two from your trance.

“Crap, it is cold.” He says with an exaggerated shiver and goes over to window to close it.

“All done, can my baby go back to sleep now?” He asks with a grin.

“Yes, but only if you get back in here.” Patting the spot next to you on the bed. He walks over to your side of the bed again and bends down to place a kiss on your cheek. A sweet and gentle action, followed by him doing a somersault over your body and onto his side of the bed, an “oof!” leaving your mouth.

He chuckles. “Sorry baby, couldn’t waste a second. Had to get on the bed asap!” You roll you eyes with a smile at his comment as he pulls the blanket over him.

“D’you wanna try sleeping again? C’mere.” You ask, but it was barely a question since your arms already brought his head down to lay in the crook of your neck, bodies close, and legs tangled.

You lazily run your fingers though his hair, earning you a low hum in satisfaction. “Keep doing that and I might just.” He mumbles against your skin.

So you keep at it despite the sleep tugging at your eyes. You’d stay awake for hours if it meant he could sleep even another minute. But you know he would do the same for you.

✎ canada weather is so annoying fr.

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the-kr8tor · 11 months

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Hello again can you please do a yandere ex Hobie x reader

Where hobie and the reader breaks up because of his jealousy but he can't let them go because he believes that they're still his and no one else's.

Also thank you for doing my first request 😊🥰

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting again! I'm glad you like the first one ❤️ you're very welcome btw!

Yandere/possessive! Hobie x gn! Reader

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Your eyes keep flickering around your dark surroundings, it's so dark and quiet out that you can hear your own heavy breathing, you hug your jacket tighter around your torso, seeing your breath come out of your lips makes you more unsettled.

You just came out of the pub with your friends, they happily listened to your woes about your recent break up with Hobie. They cheered you up a bit, you parted ways with them with a smile.

But why do you still feel a presence with you?

Crash

Hearing the clatter of discarded cans on the side of the alley made you jump, quickly taking out your trusted pepper spray, pointing it towards the dark alleyway.

You sigh in relief when a stray cat jumps out of the alley. But you still feel a looming presence watching over you, so you clutch your spray tighter, ready to attack.

Times like these you miss Hobie's protective arms around you.

You shake the feeling, remembering why you broke it off. He got too jealous, too overprotective of you. To the point where you can't go anywhere without him by your side.

Sometimes the overprotectiveness wasn't completely useless, he's spider punk after all, threats thrown at him are also threats to you. Or that's what he always says to you anyway.

You see shadows dance under your feet, you instinctively look up, seeing nobody, maybe they're just clouds passing over the moonlight.

You shake your head, you're just paranoid.

Unbeknownst to you, Hobie's been circling around you like a predator hunting its prey.

Hobie's been watching over you everytime you go out, looking out for anybody who gets too close to you. He didn't like how that bartender stared at you all night. He'll handle that later.

You broke it off weeks ago, but he'll be damned if he actually honored it. He loves you too much to leave you on your own. You're too perfect for this shitty world, Hobie would rather burn the world down if it means he gets to be with you.

He watches you walk briskly, clutching your pepper spray, Hobie smiles to himself, he taught you well.

You finally reach your flat, unlocking the door quickly, you're still tipsy, fumbling with your key ring, you see a dark shadow on your peripheral making you screech, its white eyes staring at you, unmoving, its horn-like spikes shine under the moonlight. The rest of its tall body looks like the void, undescribable.

Is this it? The thing that Hobie warned you about? The reason why he's so protective of you?

Sweat drops from your forehead, despite the cold weather, you look back at your keys, finally finding the right one, you risk a peek over the dark form, finding the space empty.

You enter your home, breathless, locking your doors quickly, and double checking every bolt. You run towards your phone, debating whether to call Hobie or not.

Hobie doesn't like scaring you, but if it makes you rethink your choices and leads you back towards his embrace, then so be it.

Your hand shakes as you dial his number.

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Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading ❤️

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