#or does she wear clothes that show off her body (I want to be confident enough one day to be able to do so)
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Hi! can i request miguel x model reader. She’s apart of the spider verse but does modeling on the side nd she’s really famous :-)
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Summery: Being a model and a spider woman makes your life really complicated.
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: violence/fighting, angst, grammar mistakes
A/N: This is probably not what you had in mind at all but I hope you enjoy it anyway xxx
You always liked modelling. At the age of 3, you dressed up as Cinderella and walked in your aunt’s May living room, moving your small hips side to side and flipping your hair. At the age of 5 Aunt May brought you shopping and every time you tried on a new piece of clothing you came out of the dressing room to show it off.
At the age of 7 your parents learned about your new passion and being the greedy people that they were, they started hiring agent after agent to control your every move.
Your aunt tried to talk them out of it but they never stopped forcing you into gigs that you shouldn't have been in. You thought they only wanted to make your dream of becoming a model come to life but they only wanted the money. They pushed you around every stage and you became successful but you never knew until you grew up and picked up a journal your parents were hiding in their offices and saw yourself on the front cover.
You didn't know how to react when they died during a plane crash on their way to Japan to make a deal with your modelling career. You thought being thrown around by your parents was a normal childhood, you were lost.
When you got bitten by the spider that turned you into the one and only Spider-Woman of your universe. Your life took a drastic turn.
The freedom of being a spider person brought you so much happiness. Aunt May had taken you in after the passing of your parents and now that she was in charge of you, she made sure you would only model if you desired to. Nobody would force you.
Since it was still your dream and you didn't experience the real pleasure of your passion you decided to start from scratch. You forgot your old professional life, the life your parents forced on you and started fresh. You got yourself a new agent that became your best friend. You told her absolutely everything. And you learned to be confident.
You saved the city at night and lived your dream during the day.
What was supposed to be a normal night of patrolling and chilling at the top of a building turned into a multiverse mess?
Your Hair was flowing in the air as you hung upside down eating a peanut butter and jam sandwich when your spidey sense started tingling. Your head snapped towards Times Square and you saw lightning bolts strike multiple times. Some were electric blue and some were neon yellow.
You ditched your lunch and quickly pulled down your mask. With your purple-ish webs, you swung to the scene.
The guy had his hood up but you could see his glowing skin through the vest he was wearing. It was like his veins were filled with electric fuel. He was absorbing every possible electricity making everyone scream in fear. New York was usually intensely bright and now every light was fading. Your senses were tingling every time a civilian was getting close to being struck with a lightning bolt so while trying to understand what he was, you saved every passing stranger.
“Hey, you might want to stop doing that!” You shouted over the afraid people after putting down a small child into his mom's arms and tried to reason with the electric thief.
“I don't know what is happening. Everything feels so different here.” The guy growled and continued absorbing with his hands when he started yelling in pain. His body glitched like television static. He stopped and breathed heavily as if this pain had angered him.
“What the fuck” You whispered and curiously your hand lifted to touch a metal pole that was vibrating with electricity.
A bright orange web caught your wrist and pulled you away. you looked at where it came from and saw a portal. After a couple of seconds, the web shone brighter and made a pulsing sound and a Spiderman came through it. his web was still attached to you when he spoke.
“Do not touch that, you could get electrified” He said calmly, almost too calmly.
“Who the hell are you? How did you come through that? Do you know that guy?” you rambled out your question and he groaned under his mask.
“basta con las preguntas! (enough with the questions)” After having an A + in Spanish during high school you were confident you understood what he had said.
You rolled your eyes underneath your mask and went into action. You disconnected every powerline above the buildings and found an underground entrance to stop any power under there to try and make him weaker. You came back up and you saw that the other spider man was about to get struck and he did not react a little bit. Your senses screamed at you.
You caught his waist with your webs and tugged him to you making his back contact with your chest. He was so tall you couldn't even see when the bolt that was previously about to hit him, exploded on the ground.
“Do you not have spider sense or what? You could've died and I don't even know you!” you screamed and let him free of your webs. With a frustrated sigh, he called out to a girl named Lyla. Your brows Furrowed, now who the hell is Lyla? you thought.
“What in the...” you whispered when a small lady appeared by his shoulder.
“Call for back up”
“magic words?” she teased and leaned closer to his face. You just stood there completely confused.
“Now. Lyla” Even with his mask on, you could see his grumpy expression.
“You got to say them” She smiled brightly, unfazed by his grumpiness.
“call for backup, please”
“Yeah, I already did 5 minutes ago” She laughed at him and disappeared into thin air.
“UGH, you always do this!” as if on cue the same orange portal from earlier opened 5 meters away from you and a pregnant spider woman riding a motorcycle came through it.
“And I thought I was special,” you said before you three turned back to face the villain.
“It's time you go back to earth 199999,” The blue spider said, once again your brows furrowed in confusion. What the hell is Earth 199999?
Knowing it wasn't time for questions, your webs came out of your wrist attached to the arms of the electric creature trying to restrain him from using his powers. but he was too powerful and it was useless. His arms ripped apart your webs making his electric blue fuel travel to your wrist, frying your left web shooter. Even though you had less power now, you noticed how the lightning reached for something in the air. In almost a second a helicopter came crashing down at the speed of light.
with only one wrist to shoot your webs, you managed to catch it, all on your own making a bouncy platform of web between the buildings. You rushed to the door and pulled it open.
The civilians thanked you for saving their lives and quickly ran away from the scene.
“He's unbeatable!” the pregnant woman who tried wrapping her webs around him screamed.
slowly you looked around trying to find a solution. you blocked out every noise and your eyes landed on a fire hydrant.
“Move away!” you screamed at the two spiders and they looked at you like you were crazy, but seeing you had a plan, they dropped what they were doing.
with your force, you pulled away from the ground the red fire hydrant and water splashed everywhere. Left, right, up, down, and on the villain. He screamed and glitched again as the water came in contact with his skin. He yelled in pain as if water burned like acid.
The flashing lights of Times Square stopped and everything became bright again as he fell to the ground. Smoke was coming out of his body and his skin stopped glowing and went back to its original color.
“He's not defeated, we have to send him back to his original earth so his Spiderman can deal with it,” The man said before tapping down on the watch tied to his wrist. A portal opened in front of us and the villain was pushed back into his universe.
“It can't be that easy, right?” you were standing there as if nothing had ever happened it seemed impossible.
“It is that easy. He was in the wrong universe and by sending him back, his very own Peter Parker would take care of him” Both of them started walking away and you stayed behind so unbelievably confused. Peter Parker? That kid you knew in high school? Peter Parker?
“what about her?” you didn't hear when the woman spoke to Miguel.
“she found the solution and she did all that with one web shooter” she added to her previous sentence.
“She's careless, she was almost electrified. If I wasn't there this earth would have fallen to the ground” he grumbled.
“Remember the time when you saved Gwen and you were almost attacked by that thing made out of paper because you weren't paying attention?” she reminded him.
“We all make mistakes, Miguel. We need someone like her in the team.” without saying one more word she walked through the portal while he stayed behind. He turned around to look at you. Your arms were at your side and you watched the damage the villain left in your city.
“y/n,” he said gently and you jumped before turning.
“how- how do you know my name” You touched your face to make sure your mask was still on. It was.
“I am Miguel O'Hara. Leader of Spider Society and dedicated to the security of the multiverse” You looked up at him as he spoke.
“I know all spidermen and spider women of every universe, including you. This watch will allow you to travel between the earth's freely” he extended his arm towards you with the orange band in his hand.
you took it from his hand and put it on your wrist. it glowed blue then yellow and red as it was adapting to you.
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A few months later you settled in Earth 2099 at the Spider Society, you learned you were far from being the only Spider-woman. You managed to continue working in your universe but it was really difficult. And you were also informed about canon events.
“Miguel?” you knock and enter his lab. His big platform was up in the air as he worked on whatever he needed to work on.
“I'm just letting you know I'm going back to my universe for a few days. My agent told me I have an important gig with Vogue” You smiled as you yelled up. Vogue was always your biggest company deal.
his platform began getting down. “Are you sure modelling is a good idea? Now that your spider woman, one of your fans could discover your identity” he did not look at you once which was odd for Miguel. Usually, he had no problem talking to you. Maybe he was just grumpy today.
“It will be fine. I had no problem before”
“Are you sure you can trust everyone who knows about your identity?” he asked, now you were confused.
“Of course, only my aunt May and my best friend know about me” he shook his head disapprovingly but let you go back home anyway. the entire time while getting photographed for the cover, you wondered why he was asking such questions. You continued your day full of autographs and interviews and you had a lot of fun.
“I'm home Aunt May” You entered your house and heard nothing but the TV playing.
“May?” you asked louder and made your way to the living room.
You saw her sitting there emotionless and bells tingled in your head. You knew something bad happened. Your eyes shifted from your aunt to the TV she was so concentrated on and saw yourself beside a picture of you as spider woman. You grabbed the remote and lifted the volume.
“An anonymous source just confirmed to us, that the well-known model Y/n Y/l/n is the vigilante that has been roaming our street. She is the one who has killed various civilians instead of saving them! She is the killer who has been terrorizing our lives!” on cue a loud knock came to the door.
“Police!” your heart pounded in your ears and your aunt stood up. Her hands came up to your face and she held your cheeks gently. Tears were streaming down her face.
“You have to go. Leave, and don't come back. They can't find you” she said in a gentle voice and the police officers were beginning to try forcing the door open.
your feet were frozen in place but she grabbed your spider suit that was sitting on the couch and pushed it in your hands.
“Go. I love you Y/n” She kissed your forehead and as a tear left your eye you clicked your watch to open a portal and disappeared inside of it. You were sobbing and you fell to your knees. Who could have betrayed you? Why would they call you a killer? you've never killed anyone all you did was protect your city, your universe.
a hand came to your shoulder and you turned to see Miguel standing over you. He looked at you with pity.
“You knew that was gonna happen didn't you?” you let out another sob before he nodded confirming your assumption.
“Why didn't you tell me?! Everyone thinks I'm a killer, aunt may is in trouble. I could've stopped it” You were angry at him.
“I tried mi vida, I tried to warn you by asking if you were sure but it didn't work and I couldn't tell you directly. it would have disrupted the canon and, It's my job to assure the canon stays intact.” he sinks to his knees next to you and holds you against his chest.
his lips connected with your forehead in a comforting manner.
“What am I going to do? I have nowhere to go, no more dreams, no more job. I knew a secret identity and fame wasn't a good match but I didn't think it would go that way. My life is gone ” You wiped your face but it was useless since your salty tears were still coming out of your eyes.
“I'm so sorry” he whispered in your hair. Even though it had angered you that he didn't warn you clearly about what was going to happen, you knew he had no choice.
Just like you have no choice but to stay here on Earth 2099 with him.
At the same time in every other universe you existed in, you were choosing Spiderman over modelling out of love.
Even though being a model was everything you ever wanted. You would have ended up choosing Spiderman even in this one.
#miguel ohara x y/n#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel ohara angst#miguel ohara x you#miguel o'hara x reader fluff#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara fluff#miguel ohara fanfiction#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse
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Still don't know her name
Still trying to make a ref-sheet of sorts for my first non-D&D fursona. I don't think I'll have this be her main outfit, but I feel like it's mandatory that all OCs I make wear a fucked up looking jacket at least once.
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#furry#furry_art#scalie#scalie_art#Drawing: Digital#Type: Halfbody#I need to figure out a name for her#I am taking suggestions#now then#do I have her main outfit be a type of big dress with frills (don't have any like that yet but I love that)#or does she wear clothes that show off her body (I want to be confident enough one day to be able to do so)
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hybrid!aespa in heat
subby!aespa x dom!reader
smut, 1k wc
I'm going crazy, I haven't been able to stop thinking ab this since my SEVEN THIRTY AM CLASS, but I cannot stop thinking about hybrid!aespa in heat for the first time??
like maknae line are very bby girl in ur relationship, you treating them like a princess in and out of bed, and them just sitting still looking pretty for you! yizhuo seems more of a switch in my head than minjeong does as a hybrid, but when they're in heat, they both become the subbiest babies ever!
minjeong would be RED, cheeks completely flushed and skin hot to the touch. her eyes darting everywhere and hands as fists clutching her clothes, her sheer clothing suddenly feeling too hot. you'd crawl over her squirming body on the bed and she'd whine so hard. "idk what's happening to me y/n-ie. b-but, fuck, please help me," she'd say during her first heat. her hands would reach out blindly for any part of you to clutch onto and pull you into her, her shoving her heated face into your neck. you kinda worried about her, not knowing what was going on, but after she whimpered against your neck by your hot breath whispering into her ear, it clicked. extremely sensitive and respondent to every single brush of your skin against hers, having the most reactive effects on her body. trembling, jolting, shivering, whimpering. the way she would be so loud and whiney when you finally give her what she wants, rutting her hips against your mouth or fingers, could be both! or your own hips too. "so hot, so hot!" she whines desperately, shoving her hips against you as she falls apart.
yizhuo wouldn't be so naive as to what was happening. as soon as she felt her stomach twist and that feeling consuming her entire body with every passing second, her heart started to pound and muscles would tense. immediately dragging herself shakily to look for you and burying her body into yours, sitting in your lap and purring softly in your ear on your skin. suddenly becomes a lot more clingy and whiney, not really feeling any shame or embarrassment unlike the latter. so it's not surprising when she grinds her clothed cunt against your lap, long and deep rolling of her hips against you, just to feel anything. "y/n-ie, I-I think it's happening... you smell fuck- you smell so g-good... you feel so good... I need more, this isn't enough, please give me more..." taking her right then and there on the couch and having her head thrown back as you fuck her with the utmost stamina you can give, her always begging you to give her more. would go so many rounds with you because she can't stop how the knot in her stomach would never fully be relieved, rutting against you even as you try to ease her orgasm, overstimulating herself but immediately ready to go again.
as for the unnie line, it's like night and fucking day. they're definitely wearing the pants in your relationship, having you close to them when you're out in public, pulling you into them with their hand on your hip or wrapping their arm around your shoulders. jimin is a gentle and firm lover while aeri is confident and loves to show you off (under her supervision ofc). but when they're in heat, oh my god the thought makes me dizzy. complete 180.
jimin's eyes would darken as lust and sexual desire consume her. her stare would trail your relaxed body, laying back on the bed. her core started to throb and her hands formed fists against the blankets. crawling up to you, a pained and needy expression spreading across her face. you would look up at her in confusion, your usually quiet and reserved gf looking intense, her eyes drilling holes through your body which made you feel conscious suddenly. "y/n..." she said your name so low and croaky, her voice triggering something in your brain. at this point you understood what she wanted, but you hadn't expected how badly she needed it. "I need you so badly. I need you to fuck me..." taken aback by the sudden advance had your head spinning, but seeing your girlfriend soooo needy, cheeks flushed pink and hot breath hitting your skin, her chest rising up and down with each pant she released, you had to listen to her! you pleasuring her while she's on top of you, grinding her hips down into you and releasing whiney moans with each roll of her body. mumbling incoherently how good it feels and how much of a good girl you are for listening so well to her, her fingers patting your head as her orgasm builds to the wet sounds coming from her aching core.
aeri hated being a hybrid at times because she knew going into heat would make her subby! born to be a dommy mommy, forced to be a baby girl! she absolutely rocks your world whenever you guys fuck, but when she finally experiences it, it's almost comical how different she suddenly is. pushing you up against the door having just come home from dinner, greedily feeling your body with her big hands and lips bruising against her's. when your thumb traced her nipple, she'd moan embarrassingly loud into your mouth, shocking both of you. you pull back to look at her and her eyes are squinted shut, leaning her body into your touch more when you try to take your hand away. "fuck y/n, don't you dare pull away, give me your all right now. I need you sososo bad, it hurts so fucking much..." she'd moan and whine like a sub while demanding you to fuck her like the natural dom she is. sitting in her lap with your lips around her neck, your tongue dragging across the length of her throat as she pulls you by the waist further into her, trying to maximize the amount of sheer pleasure you were giving. releasing deep guttural groans with every roll of her hips, the occasional high pitched loud moan escaping, her fingernails digging into your skin.
and I didn't really mention it but my headcanons for hybrid!aespa are kitten or wolf!rina, puppy!aeri, bunny!winter, and kitten!ning. BUT TO EACH THEIR OWN! (I wish they OWNED me- what who said that?)
#ffos shorts#aespa#karina#winter#giselle#ningning#jimin#yu jimin#yoo jimin#minjeong#kim minjeong#aeri#aeri uchinaga#uchinaga aeri#ning yizhuo#yizhuo#kpop gg#fanfiction#kpop#girl group smut#aespa smut#karina smut#giselle smut#winter smut#ningning smut
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omg hockey player harry spotting ballerina yn practicing late after hours and sees her land a jump wrong or almost pass out (forgot to eat enough + exhaustion maybe) and harry is all worried and helps her out, maybe drives her home and takes care of her
HEHEHEHEHEH I LOVE THIS
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From: Harry S👿
Do you need a ride home again?
Y/N knows it's a gross habit, but she can't help nibbling on her thumbnail as she reads over Harry's text again. And then again. And then a fourth, and maybe a fifth time.
She doesn't know where he gets off. He gave her a ride home once last week because she was too nervous to walk home in the inches of snow they were getting, and she happened to run into him as hockey practice was ending. Of course hockey-goalie-superstar-Harry has a car. Of course he does, and now he thinks that this is a regular thing that they do — her riding in his passenger's seat as he tinkers with the music, driving no faster than 10 miles per hour on the roads that weren't cleared yet.
Because today it's snowing again. Badly. And Y/N couldn't miss practice, not with the spring showcase (which is laughable, really, because it should be called the shitty mid-winter showcase, but she digresses) coming up quicker than she even realizes. She has a four minute solo piece she needs to perfect before the show happens in three weeks, so she trekked her sorry ass to campus, even if none of her peers showed up (including her instructor).
But she's tired, and she's been here for hours — since 7:30 am on the dot, and it's nearing 3 pm now — and she doesn't want any more of the snacks she prepared for herself and she just wants to go home, where she can soak in a warm bath, put an eye mask on, and dull the throbbing pain that's currently radiating through each and every leg muscle. She wants to lay in her cozy bed, read one of those stupid smut books Lea got her hooked on, and go to sleep for a very, very long time.
So, she takes Harry up on his offer.
Not because she wants to be stuck in the confides of his car with him, where she feels like she's being suffocated by his warm, musky fragrance. Ever since then, every time she passes by someone on campus wearing the same scent (she's not sure if it's a cologne or body wash or what), but she immediately does a double-take, feeling like a dog that's been trained to recognize the smell of its owner. It's ridiculous and stupid and she grumbles to herself about it.
To: Harry S👿
yes please. im in the auditorium today tho, not the dance studio
From: Harry S👿
Oh. That would explain why all the lights are off and no one's in there. I thought maybe you were doing some weird meditation or voodoo thing to kill me.
To: Harry S👿
like a sacrificial ceremony?
From: Harry S👿
Yeah. You WOULD know what that is.
Y/N snorts to herself before taking a swig from her water bottle. Sitting down, she takes a moment to stretch out the achy arches of her feet. She hinges at her hips and slowly creeps her arms outwards to give her lower back some healthy, much-needed relief. Her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the slight release, until she hears the doors squeak open. Quickly, she sits up to see Harry traipsing down the long aisle.
As usual, he's freshly showered and has changed from his hockey practice clothes. For some reason, she finds herself slightly disappointed that he's wearing a beanie and she can't see his hair.
"You ready to go?" he asks, tossing his duffel bag into one of the seats in the front row.
"No. Can I just run through this one more time?"
He nods, but pulls his phone from the front center pocket of his sweatshirt, "Yeah, but it's supposed to get worse soon and I don't want to be stranded here all night."
Y/N hides a shudder as she stands from her seat on the stage. Her pointe shoes are disgusting from the amount of wear they've been getting lately, and she mentally groans at the thought of having to switch out to another pair sometime soon.
"Um..." Y/N places her hands on her hips and faces Harry, who's now sitting in the front row. "You can't be here."
"Sorry?"
She huffs. "You can't watch me. Go outside."
"...Why?"
"Because it's not ready yet," she explains hurriedly. She tries to avoid the confused, slightly amused expression on his face, but she can't help it when her gaze settles on the dimple in his cheek. "So, like, leave. Please."
"Y/N. People watch out hockey practice all the time."
"Hockey is different. Ballet is meant to be perfect. And it's not perfect yet, so you need to go."
"It's practice for a reason. Didn't anyone ever teach you that?"
"No. That's not an option in ballet."
"What is this for, anyway?"
She sighs in frustration and tugs at the hem of her wrap skirt. She feels a bit uncomfortable being the sole focus of his attention, especially when she's up on the stage beneath the studio lights.
"The spring showcase is in three weeks and I have a solo, hence the whole perfection thing."
"Where's your... coach, then?"
"Not a coach, an instructor," Y/N corrects, "And she didn't want to come in today because of the snow. Haven't you ever practiced on your own before?"
"Yeah, of course," Harry nods. "You must be really good if you have a solo."
"Don't change the subject. The sooner you leave, the sooner we can get out of here."
"Just do it, Y/N. My body fuckin' aches from my own practice and I don't want to go back up those stairs. I'll look at my phone the whole time if it makes you feel better."
Again, she lets out a loud sigh but doesn't fight him on it. She walks the length of the stage to grab her phone and restart her music. Before she presses 'play', she stares at him with narrowed eyes.
"Eyes on the phone. Don't even think about looking up here."
He snorts before nodding his head, making a show of opening the Instagram app and dramatically scrolling through it. With a roll of her eyes, she plays the only song she's been listening to for the past few weeks, and gets in her place.
She'll admit, she knows she can get a bit obsessive about memorizing a dance. She aims for perfection each and every time, even if she knows it's unattainable to expect that from herself especially as she's learning it. But with every run she does, her confidence slowly grows — she's nailing the fouettés and en pointes she struggled with a week ago, and she feels herself melting into the music, allowing her body to move perfectly in time with the steps she's learned like her life depends on it.
And then... she croaks.
During the grand adage, she loses her balance, her flexibility falters, and before she realizes it's happening, she's on the floor with a thrumming ankle, pain shooting out from the joint. She gasps loudly and tears immediately begin to flood her line of vision. The song continues on, making her feel sad and pathetic, but especially when Harry appears in her sight, a worried expression on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asks. She quickly tries to sniffle the tears away and nods wordlessly. "No, you're not."
He grabs her phone and pauses the music and her chest somewhat relaxes. He's back over in a moment, gently helping her stretch out her leg without moving her ankle.
"Do you have an injury here? Do I need to call the school medic?"
"Do not call the medic," she mutters through clenched teeth, "Yes, I have an ankle injury. It gets worse with the weather."
"So you already know what I'm about to say then."
She nods but she doesn't want to hear it, because she doesn't want to be kicked while she's down. It's what everyone does — you shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard with an injury, you should know better, don't you care about your craft? She's heard it from her parents, instructors, random medical staff a thousand times over.
And somehow, maybe Harry knows, because he leaves it at that. And she's grateful when she's not on the receiving end of a lecture.
"What do you need?" he asks softly. It's the gentlest she's ever heard him speak, and it makes her swallow tightly. "Ice? Do you have sports wrap?"
"I'm fine. Can you just pack my shit up so we can go?"
Harry stares at her like she's grown a second head. "You can't walk on this right now."
She shrugs.
"We have crutches and all that in the locker room, but you'll bust your ass in the snow," he thinks aloud. She sniffles again, this time involuntarily. "You're gonna hate this."
She knows what he's implying, so she's already shaking her head.
"Y/N, it's the only way you're getting out of here safely."
"I would quite literally rather be trapped in this stupid auditorium all night."
He rolls his eyes. "You're being dramatic."
She shrugs. He treks on with his grand idea.
"I'm gonna go outside and bring my car around. And then, I'm gonna carry you out of here, and it's gonna be humiliating, but it'll be safe and we'll never speak about it again. Do you need me to bring you to urgent care or do you have supplies at home?"
Y/N knows he's right. He knows he's right, otherwise he wouldn't be so insistent on it. But the pain is continual, a pulsating, aching, throbbing that will 100% prevent her from walking, and she just. Wants. To Go. Home.
"I have shit at home," she finally mumbles, sitting up slightly to fix her mussed bun. "Crutches, wrap, pain relief balm."
"Okay, good." Harry's form deflates a bit, almost as if he's relieved she's decided to stop fighting him. "Let's get your things together and then I'll help you out to the front. You can wait there while I bring my car in front."
Admittedly, she's basically dead weight as he hurries around the stage, collecting her things. He stuffs them all in her bag and brings it over to her. Noticing a pair of sweats in her tote, he glances down at her expectedly.
"Do you want these?"
She sighs. It's a sad, defeated sound, and Harry really feels bad for her in the moment.
"We'll never talk about it again," he reminds her. She nods and she unwraps her skirt from her waist, folding it neatly beside her. Harry helps shimmy the sweatpants up her tight-clad legs, carefully minding her ankle and the leg warmers around them. It's a vulnerable position for both of them to be in — they've never been this close before, not with his large palms moving up her muscular legs, even if it's anything but sexual.
When they're ready to go, he instructs her to just stay seated, move her bum to the side of the stage, and he'll do the rest. She supposes she's impressed by his strength when he easily lifts her into his arms, her pink tote bag on one shoulder and his Adidas duffle bag on the other. She wants to roll her eyes when she feels his muscles flex beneath her as they silently exit the auditorium, but she knows he's going above and beyond for her right now. Instead, she shows her small bit of protest by simply crossing her arms over her chest. It makes him smile, but she doesn't notice it.
He gently lowers her to a bench inside and close to the door. He takes their things and wraps his puffer jacket just a bit closer to his form as he mumbles out to stay here, making quick work to head out to the parking lot. She wants to ask him where she could possibly go, but she guesses that if she could walk, she definitely would.
In the meantime, Y/N texts her group chat with her friends to let her know that fell on her ankle, but she's fine. It's embarrassing to admit that Harry of all people is taking care of her and making sure she gets home safely, and their responses make her blush.
do u think he could lift u over his head like in dirty dancing
abs?
are u guys gonna........
does he smell good?
Harry returns when she's typing out a reply to her friends, telling them to keep it in their pants. They go through the routine again and this time it's just a tinge less embarrassing now that they've done it once. As soon as he helps her into the car — which, she's grateful that he's already pumping the heat — she lets out a loud exhale, cutting it off as soon as he winds around the front and gets in the driver's seat.
"You feel okay?" he asks as he shifts gears into drive.
She nods, doing her best to swallow her pride. "Yeah. Thank you."
"Of course," he shrugs as if it's the easiest thing he's done all day. "Are you good to deal with this when you get home?"
"Mhm. Ice, wrap it, keep it elevated."
"Stay off of it and take some ibuprofen, too."
"I know."
"Good," he praises. The drive home is slow and quiet and Y/N keeps the side of her head pressed against the cool window. She wants to fall asleep, and she probably would if she didn't live so close by.
When his car slowly begins to come to a stop outside of her apartment, she feels it — an all-consuming need to blurt out her affection and gratitude to him, even if she's been attempting to suppress it for weeks.
"I would do this for you too." she spews out, her eyes widening in surprise. Harry's eyebrows furrow as he undoes his seatbelt, then hers.
"What?"
"I would do this for you too," she repeats, keeping her eyes set on the snow falling in front of them. "I mean, I wouldn't be able to carry you, but I would do this for you if you needed it. I would drive you home and make sure you were okay. I just want you to know that I'm thankful for this. And I know I'm grumpy with you a lot of the time, but I wouldn't sacrifice you or do some voodoo stuff. I... I like having you around. You're very nice."
She can't force herself to turn and look at him, but she can feel his gaze set on the side of her face. Even worse, from her peripheral vision, she can see the grin growing, like he's in the Grinch.
"Thank you for saying that," he says, and it sounds like he actually means it. "I'm glad you wouldn't sacrifice me, because I like being around you."
"Okay." Y/N nods curtly, as if they've just made some type of business proposition.
It makes Harry laugh. "Okay."
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dreams to be desired - fushiguro megumi
word count: 7.3k
warnings: swearing, implied smut (smutty without being smut bc i'm shy)
summary: you know megumi dreams about you, but he’s still too reserved to make the first move. oh well, you’ll just take matters into your own hands.
more info: all characters are aged up! jujutsu tech is a college in this fic
It was getting warm in the small dorm, and if Megumi thought twice about it he might have been uncomfortable with his shirt sticking to his back, but any thoughts of getting up to turn on his fan went out the window as a gentle pair of hands grabbed the offending material and teasingly began to lift.
(y/n’s) giggling was soft enough in his ear that he almost couldn’t hear it over the deafening sound of his own heart pounding. He tried to steady his breath so that he could better focus on the girl in front of him.
It was a miracle that she was here, sitting before him in his own bed. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve her presence at this time of night, but upon feeling the cool pads of her fingertips tracing upwards over his abdomen, he let the thought disappear with that of the fan across the room.
“Your skin’s hot,” She murmurs, her lips still close to his ear, before she leans back to look at him. “Maybe this should come off, hm?” She asks, tugging further on his tee shirt.
Reaching one hand behind his back, he made great haste in pulling the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor without a glance. The sudden burst in confidence wasn’t like Megumi, but deep down he knew this was a rare opportunity, and he wasn’t about to waste a single minute.
(y/n) grins in amusement, which slowly fades into a smirk as her eyes wander down his exposed chest. She leans forward on her knees, her eyes slowly falling shut, but before she could plant her lips on his, his hands stop her.
Her eyes open suddenly, brow raised in curiosity as to why in the world he would stop her. He’s smiling at her.
She looks down at his hands on her waist, fingers tracing the lacy edges of her tank top.
“Your turn,” He murmurs, azure eyes trailing slowly down to where his hands held her shirt- if you could even call it that. The thin black fabric left very little to the imagination, and yet his heart was racing as his hands slowly slid under the fabric, curling around her waist. “Fair’s fair”
She’s giggling again, and Megumi wonders briefly if it’s possible to get drunk off of a sound.
“I ‘spose I can’t argue with that”
He’s heard that teasing lilt in her voice before, that false saccharine that makes him second guess his every move, his every word. Normally he’d fluster, turn away with a ‘tch’ and hope that his dismissal was enough to make her leave him alone, so that he could hide his red tinted ears that always gave him away before the blush on his cheeks.
Tonight he doesn’t shy away from her playfulness. Instead, his lips curl into an almost devious grin as she follows his command.
She shoos his hands away from her waist, taking the hem of her shirt in her hands and pulling the fabric upwards in a tantalizingly slow motion. Megumi’s tempted to rip the fabric clean over her head in one foul swoop, but he bites his lip and does his best to remain patient.
If she wanted to make a whole show of it, then who was he to rush things? He’d waited this long for his shot with her, it would be silly for him to complain about how slowly she took her clothes off.
Besides, to his amusement, he finally got to see what her preferred color of lingerie was.
Pink.
He had to admit, he was a little surprised. His mouth watered.
She’s wearing her own grin as she finally clutches the skimpy tank top in one hand, letting it fall to the ground to be forgotten with his own shirt.
Megumi lets himself marvel at her beautiful, perfect, angelic body for just a moment longer. Slowly, his hooded eyes trail up her torso , creeping over every inch of exposed skin and lacy pink fabric until they meet hers.
Without a second longer wasted, the pair dart towards one another, lips colliding in a heated kiss. His hands wander everywhere they can reach, warm palms leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s humming, almost purring, contentedly into her mouth with every soft patch of skin that he’s able to touch.
Her hands reach for his chest again, smoothing over his collarbones before trailing down, down, slower with every passing second. He’d never pegged her for such a tease, or perhaps she was just trying to take in as much of him as he was of her. Her hands finally pause just above his trousers, fingers just barely hooking into the fabric. Just enough to make him shudder at the thought of them traveling further.
“(y/n/n)...” He murmurs, lips tracing up her jaw on one side, the other side cupped securely in his large hand to keep her in place.
“What?”
“(y/n)...” He voices again, reaching a tender spot just below her ear.
“What?” She asks again, beginning to laugh. But it wasn’t her previous flirty giggle, it was a boisterous cackle. A masculine one.
Megumi retreats from her neck, his brows in a knot.
“Did you say (y/n)?” She asks, but it’s most certainly not her voice.
In fact, it’s clearly Yuuji’s.
___
Megumi shoots upright in bed, chest heaving from the harsh awakening. And to his dismay, there was Yuuji, bent over and cackling so hard his face was red.
“Have a nice sleep?” Yuuji asks when he finally catches his breath. He brings a hand to his face to wipe the tears from his eyes.
“I was,” Megumi grumbled. “What’re you doing in my room?”
“Well, I came to see if you wanted to go on a run with me,” Yuuji says, plopping himself into Megumi’s desk chair, swiveling back and forth like a child. “You didn’t answer the door, figured I’d wake you up, you don’t usually sleep in. But you must’ve been reeaall comfortable”
He’s grinning so wide that Megumi’s surprised his face doesn’t split right in two.
“Shut up” He muttered, dropping back down onto his pillow.
“(y/n/n), ooh, (y/nnn),” Yuuji mimics. “You said her name a lot”
Megumi grabs the sides of his pillow with his fists and closes it tightly against his ears. It’s not enough to drown out Yuuji’s voice in the slightest.
“I knew you had a thing for her. I can’t wait to see her reaction when I tell her you were having a wet dream about her,” He giggles, and despite all his teasing, his cheeks were flushed pink at the thought.
“Don’t you dare” The annoyed boy growls, dropping his pillow and sitting up again to properly glare at his so-called friend.
“Oh come on, she’d love it!” Yuuji exclaims. “She has a thing for you too. Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s had her fair share of steamy dreams about you”
Megumi rolls his eyes. Of all the possible people that could have walked in to hear him muttering her name in his sleep, Yuuji was probably the worst possible choice.
Why couldn’t it have been Inumaki? At least he wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone.
“So, a run?” Yuuji asks.
Megumi grabs his pillow from behind it and chucks it at him. Yuuji dodges with ease.
“That a no?”
“Get out”
When he’s gone, Megumi collapses back into his mattress, hiding his face in his hands and groaning.
This is what he gets for enjoying something for once. He can’t even have a scrap of peace in his dreams.
___
“(y/n)! Nobara!”
Yuuji jogs to catch up with his classmates who had just been wandering towards the front gates. Both girls stopped in their tracks, turning to see their pink haired friend breaking into a sprint.
“Why’s he running so fast?” (y/n) asks.
“I don’t know. But it’s too late to out run him now” Nobara mutters, placing her hands on her hips as she glares at their approaching classmate.
(y/n) hums in agreement.
When Yuuji finally gets within hearing range, she calls out to him.
“I thought you were going to run with Megumi?”
“Oh, he was not in the mood” Yuuji laughs as if it was an inside joke.
(y/n) and Nobara shared a look, each telling the other not to ask what was so funny, for the sake of time. Sometimes the things Yuuji found funny didn’t make sense, and it was just better to go along with it.
“Well, we’re not in the mood either,” Nobara speaks up. “We’re going shopping”
“You can come if you want,” (y/n) offers kindly, earning a side glare from Nobara. “But we’ll be out all day. Might be worth it to wait around to hang with Megumi instead”
“I don’t think he’s going to speak to me for the rest of the day,” Yuuji shakes his head. “Maybe the rest of time,” He mutters.
Both girls don’t really react. It wasn’t unlike Megumi to be pouting and dishing out the silent treatment to Yuuji. Or anyone, really.
“But he’d probably still speak to you (y/n)” He adds with a high pitched lilt to his voice.
(y/n’s) brows furrow.
“Huh?”
Yuuji does a little shoulder shimmy that only furthers her confusion.
(y/n’s) eyes slide over to Nobara, hoping the short haired girl would provide some insight to their friend’s weird, weird antics. But she only rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Spit it out, Itadori” Nobara barks.
Yuuji giggles, hiding his grin behind his hand as he stares at (y/n), who’s growing increasingly concerned for his well being.
Maybe I should hang out with him more, she thinks. Is he not getting enough attention..?
“I can’t tell,” He says, still squealing behind his hands. “But it’s juicy!”
(y/n) blinks, wondering where in the world Yuuji got hot gossip from. Not that he didn’t have friends, anyone who’s ever met him was his friend. But there weren’t exactly a lot of people at Jujutsu Tech, and everyone got along fairly well. So juicy gossip was hard to come by.
(The closest thing that ever came to it was when Panda caught Maki blushing over a photo of Yuta, but as soon as he dared tease her for it, he was on the ground. So that was deemed off limits)
“Spill!” Nobara darted forward, grabbing Yuuji by the shoulders. “Spill! Now!”
“I told you! I can’t!” Yuuji shrieked.
Nobara grimaced, and began to shake him by the shoulders at a dangerous speed, sending his head knocking back and forth.
“If you don’t tell me the juicy gossip right now I’ll murder you!” She threatened. “Is it about me!?”
Yuuji grumbled noises of protest until she stopped shaking him. His eyes blinked heavily as he tried to fight the dizziness that washed over him.
“I think ‘m gonna be sick” He muttered, holding a hand to his head.
(y/n) frowned, stepping forward and raising his head to check his eyes.
“You’re fine,” She told him with certainty. “But you better fess up before she freaks out. What’d you hear?”
“Is it bad?” Nobara asks, her lips curling into a frown, (y/n) looks over at her, wondering the same thing. Why else would he be so weird about spilling the beans that he brought up first? “Are people talking shit about me?”
“Are people talking shit about her?” (y/n) whips her head around at lightning speed, and her fists grab the collar of his uniform, dragging him in close. Close enough that he can see the violent glint in her eye that she usually only gets when she’s taking down a curse. He swallows thickly, never having been so intimidated by the normally sweet girl.
“N-no!” Yuuji shakes his head rapidly. “No one’s talking shit about anyone!”
(y/n) drops her hands from his shirt and takes a step backwards so she was out of his personal space.
“Oh” Nobara mumbles, almost sounding disappointed. (y/n) and Yuuji share a confused look, before (y/n) gets back on track.
“Then what is so juicy that you’re giggling?”
Yuuji’s bubbly laughter returns as he remembers what he was so giddy about in the first place. (y/n’s) eye twitches with impatience.
“Someone has a crush on you” He sing-songs.
(y/n) blinks wide, almost owlishly so, slowly processing his words.
A crush?
“Ohmygosh!” Nobara squeals, suddenly sounding just like Yuuji. She bounces on her feet and nearly pushes (y/n) aside to get up in his face. “Who! Who! Who!?”
This time when she grabs him by the shoulders to shake him, Yuuji is quick to pry her hands off.
A crush on me? (y/n) ponders to herself. As intrigued as she was, her heart sinks a little bit as an awkward feeling spreads throughout her stomach. Guilt, perhaps. The feeling surely crept around her insides like guilt did. I already have feelings for someone, she winced. And those feelings are definitely not going anywhere anytime soon.
“It wouldn’t be right if I-”
“Itadori Yuuji if you don’t tell me right now I’ll kill you!”
“Would you stop threatening me?” Yuuji shrieked.
“Then stop baiting us and spill-!”
“Nobara,” (y/n) spoke, catching both of her friends’ attention. “It’s okay,” She says. “He doesn’t have to say anything”
“What!?” Nobara and Yuuji squawk in unison.
“I don’t need to know,” (y/n) shrugged lamely. “It’s fine”
“Seriously?” Nobara gawks. “Someone’s in love with you and you’re not dying to know who?”
“I didn’t say that exactly” Yuuji mumbled under his breath.
“No,” (y/n) replies nonchalantly. “I don’t need to know. Clearly they don’t want me to, so it’s not my business, right?”
“No!” Nobara hollered. “It’s all of our business!”
(y/n) chuckles to herself at her friend’s bewilderment. She supposed it made sense. Anyone who’s heart wasn’t spoken for would have happily accepted the news of a secret admirer.
“You made it our business,” Nobara glared Yuuji down, shoving her finger into his chest. “And if you don’t tell us right now who (y/n’s) little valentine is then I’ll-”
“Yeah yeah, you’ll rip my throat out,” Yuuji put his hands up in defeat. “Look, all that’s fair of me to say, is I caught him this morning when I was trying to have a running buddy,”
That piqued (y/n’s) interest, and suddenly she was all ears to what Yuuji had to say. Because to her knowledge, Yuuji had only visited one person this morning.
“But he was fast asleep. Like a baby. A little baby dreaming and moaning, (y/n/n), oh (y/n/n)...” He trailed off making kissy faces while Nobara’s jaw dropped open.
“No way Megumi had a sexy dream about (y/n)!” She screeched.
Yuuji could have sworn he saw birds flee from trees upon the high pitched scream.
“I said I couldn’t say!” Yuuji declared, raising his hands in innocence.
“But you did,” Nobara accused, a wicked grin on her face. “That’s fucking crazy! I can’t believe Megumi’s got a thing for you!”
She spun around on her heel, curious towards (y/n’s) reaction.
“Yeah, wh-who knew…” (y/n) mumbled, eyes glazed over as she was clearly somewhere else at the moment.
Nobara and Yuuji glanced at each other, indulging in an excited look.
Surprise, excitement, nervousness, desire, happiness, all these emotions hit (y/n) like a truck.
Megumi had a dream about me? A sexy dream? The thought made her stomach flood with butterflies.
“But that- that doesn’t mean he has feelings for me,” (y/n) stammers out, finally looking over to her friends, as if waiting for them to confirm with her. “Right? I mean, anyone can have, uh, wet dreams. It’s not like you have control over them”
Nobara rolls her eyes. “Don’t be stupid”
Yuuji giggles some more. “Only one way to find out!”
“What’s that?” (y/n) asks.
“By messing with him!”
___
With the plan of shopping officially scrapped, (y/n) wipes her clammy palms on the front of her uniform skirt. As fun as the idea was at first, now that it was in motion, she thought she could puke.
It’s just the butterflies, she tells herself. She’s never really been a shoot-your-shot kind of girl, rather a hope-they-can-feel-me-staring-and-that’s-enough-to-let-them-know-I’m-interested type.
“That’s idiotic!” Maki had barked in response.
(y/n) wasn’t sure when Maki and Toge had gotten roped into this, but here they were, involved, in… whatever this was. A trap?
It was sort of a trap, she supposed, just not the fun kind that resulted in exorcizing a curse. The nerve wracking kind, where she had to go persuade Megumi into making a move without giving away that Yuuji blabbed his fat mouth.
“(y/n), listen to me carefully,” Maki said, in the sweetest voice (y/n) had ever heard from her.
The intimidating woman placed her hands on her shoulders, and crouched over enough to look her directly in the eyes. All of the contact made her fluster and her face feel hot.
Fuck. If I fluster this much now, how am I supposed to seduce Megumi into admitting he has feelings for me? God, I’m such a fool, I should put a stop t this before I can’t turn back-
“You’re hot,” Maki states, matter-of-factly. “You’re the hottest person here,”
Nobara scoffed, earning a swat to the back of the head from Yuuji.
“And anyone would be so lucky to have sex dreams about you,” Maki continued. Every word boosted (y/n’s) confidence, but the butterflies in her stomach continued their ruthless crusade. “And men are stupid. Especially Megumi. He’s stupid for not making a move. And now you have to make him pay, understand?”
(y/n) gulped, and nodded her head.
“So. Be a big girl. Hike up your skirt and unbutton your shirt. Then go seduce the hell out of him”
(y/n) nods again, fingers readily undoing the top button of her uniform, revealing her collarbone.
“Are we sure that I can’t just ask him on a date?” She asks.
“Tch,” Maki’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. She reached forward, grabbing the second button of (y/n’s) shirt and in a swift motion popped it open too.
Did she have first hand experience in seduction or something? (y/n) wondered as she stared down at the tease of skin that was exposed. Just a little bit of cleavage, she supposed just enough to make someone want to see more.
“This is much more fun. Yeah?” Maki asked, followed by a wink.
(y/n) let out a shaky breath.
“Fine,” She agreed, earning quiet cheers from the group of friends who were here to support this ridiculous plan. “Okay. I’m gonna go do it” She said, more to herself than anyone else. And with that, she spun on her heel and headed off to find her target.
As she wandered the campus, she tried to keep her thoughts confident. She was beautiful, and she knew it, but that didn’t mean her confidence was always at it’s peak.
Maybe Gojo would have been a good person to get confidence advice from, she thought briefly, but it was too late now to track down her teacher. The plan was in motion, and she needed to see it through before she could chicken out.
Besides, she was curious about this dream of Megumi’s, and if this was how she was going to get answers, so be it!
She finally found him just as she was heading out of the school, he just so happened to be jogging up the stairs.
The seduction plan left her mind for a moment, replaced with more innocent thoughts of how cute he looked in his casual clothes. She especially liked when he wore a plain white button up and trousers, as simple as it was, it just looked striking on him.
“Hey, (y/n),” Megumi greeted upon nearing the top of the steps where she stood.
His eyes noticeably widened for a moment, taking in the shorter length of her skirt that showcased her long legs (did they even have an end?) and was her shirt unbuttoned more than usual?
“You goin’ out?” He asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
“No, actually,” (y/n) replied, and reminded herself what it was she was after. “I was actually looking for you”
“Oh?” Megumi hums, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Well, you found me”
He’s standing just a couple steps from the top, so he’s just about eye level with her. Boldly, (y/n) takes a step forward, closing a significant amount of space between them, leaving only a few inches of room between her body and his.
“I like that shirt on you, you know,” She says, doing her best to keep her voice even, and surprisingly, it was well.
Megumi had to hold his breath to keep himself from choking on air. She liked how he looked?
“I think it makes you look taller” She adds, gaining a little more confidence in her words.
“Maybe you’re just short enough that I always look taller?” Megumi replies, but his voice is just a little more quiet than he means it to be.
Was he nervous? Was this little stunt actually working?
“You might be right” She smiles.
“Is that why you were looking for me?” He asked, raising a brow. “To compliment me?”
She lets out a little giggle, and the sound instantly brings back images from his dream last night. It sounded nearly identical to the hazy, flirty giggles she’d made in his subconscious.
Thinking about that now makes his stomach drop and his face suddenly feel warm. He hopes- no- prays that he’s not blushing right now. To any deity that would listen.
“No, you just distracted me, s’all,” She finally answers him.
Megumi’s holding his breath again. He distracted her? When she’s standing there looking like that?
“I was looking for you because I could use some help with a history assignment, and I know you’re the go-to. Do you have a minute?”
Even if he was overwhelmingly busy, he still would have nodded his head and happily spent the rest of the night helping her with her studies.
“Yeah, sure” He says with a kind smile.
(y/n) grins ear to ear.
“Perfect,” She says. “Come with me”
With that, she’s grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind her. He stumbles for a second, surprised from the contact and sudden control she took over him.
He’s not sure he’s ever really touched her, beyond some training, or maybe if they were squeezed next to each other on the couch for movie night. But having her pulling on his arm as she leads him who knows where had his heart racing more than it probably should have.
She brings him all the way to the library, which is empty seeing as it’s a weekend and everyone is doing anything but studying right now. He’s sure most of their classmates aren’t even on campus.
“What’s the assignment for, again?” Megumi asks.
“The Paranormal of the Middle Ages,” (y/n) replies, which isn’t a lie, she does have to write a paper, but it’s not due for another few weeks. Normally she wouldn’t get started on it until the week it’s due.
History is her best subject after all.
“Any recommendations on where to start?”
She finally drops his hand, turning to look at him. She’s still awfully close, he has to tilt his head down to meet her gaze, which he quickly turns away from, scanning the bookshelves.
“Uh, actually, yeah I do,” He says sheepishly. “Here, follow me”
She follows the command, and keeps up with his quick strides to the corner where the history books were stocked.
When he gets to the shelf he was looking for, he quickly scans along the spines of books to find the one he’d read just a few months ago.
“Looking for something specific?” (y/n) asks, standing close by his side.
His eyes barely meet hers before returning to the books, unable to look at her when she’s this close.
Does she even realize? She’s not usually like this, right?
“Yeah, I actually read something I read not too long ago. It’ll do for your report, but, uhm, you might actually like it”
“A personal recommendation,” (y/n) muses with a smile. “I’m sure to like it then”
He finally finds the text he was looking for and he thanks the stars he did because his head was starting to feel dizzy and light from her sweet perfume lingering around him. Despite how cloudy it made his head, he hoped the scent lingered on him later.
“There you are,” He says, plucking the book from the shelf and handing it to her.
(y/n) steps even closer, and he hesitates on the thought of stepping back, but ultimately decides he’d be an idiot if he didn’t entertain every second of having her this close to him.
When she takes the book from him, her fingers brush over his for just long enough that it couldn’t have been accidental, but he’s too consumed by his own nerves to call her on it.
“It- uh- it should have everything, I don’t think y-you’d need another one, for the report,” He’s stammering, and she looks up at him, still smiling. Was she enjoying this? Was this on purpose? “Unless you want? Do you need more than one source?”
He knows that she heard him, but she just stands there, her eyes flickering between his curiously. Was she reading him? Is that what this was? Some test? She wanted information out of him?
He was so busy investigating this little act, if he could even call it that, that he almost missed her setting the book back on the shelf.
“Megumi,” His name falls off of her lips, in almost a coo it’s so quiet. “Are you nervous?”
No, of course not! He wants to deny right away, but she’s peering up at him from under those long lashes of hers, and she smells so good that he thinks he’s already putty in her hands, and it would be useless to try to convince her of anything else.
“What are you doing?” He asks instead, in a hushed voice as if there was anyone who could overhear.
But again, it’s a Saturday, and they’re in a library, completely alone.
(y/n) turns, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling too much. She leans back against the bookcase casually, before shrugging her shoulders.
“Can I tell you something personal, Megumi?” She asks, softly, because he leans in a bit closer when she whispers, and she likes having him too close to her. “It’s a little embarrassing,” She says, smiling down at the ground.
He steps closer, nodding his head. He reaches a clammy palm to the back of his neck, anxiously rubbing the spot.
“It’s silly, but I thought you might be able to help,” She says, tilting her head to the side as she looks up at him again, wanting to watch his every reaction to what she was going to say next. “There’s a guy” She whispers, even softer than before.
Fuck. Seriously? She wants boy advice? Megumi mentally face-palms. He has to fight to keep his expression neutral. I thought for a second there she could have been coming onto me. Clearly she just wanted advice from a friend.
“A guy?”
She nods, not breaking eye contact with him.
“Yeah, a guy,” She sighs. “And I really like him. I can’t stop thinking about him, it’s driving me crazy” She lets her eyes flutter shut, her head falling back, pushing against the books behind her.
Megumi’s eyes wander the features of her face, and he feels ridiculous for thinking about how perfect she looks, even more angelic than she had in his dreams. How could she stand here, and look this good, smell this good, and talk to him about how some guy makes her feel.
“You- uh… you sure you don’t want to talk to Kugisaki about this?” He asks, and starts to brush past her to leave. “I’ll go find her”
(y/n’s) hand grabs his wrist before he can walk away, and her grip isn’t strong at all, but it’s enough to make him stand before her.
“No,” She hums. “Talking to her won’t really help me, I don’t think”
Why the hell am I the go-to? Megumi thinks. We’ve never once talked about this stuff. Anyone would be better to confide in than me.
But he lets out a breath and nods, staying put in front of her.
“Fine,” He mumbles. “What is it then? You want to ask him out or something?”
A beam spreads over (y/n’s) lips.
“Sort of. Not exactly,” She says, her eyes trailing away from his, daring to land on his pink lips for a few seconds too long for it to be discreet.
Unconsciously, and anxiously, Megumi licks his dry lips and hopes she would get this over with quickly. He’s so close to her, and with her back to the bookshelf, he feels increasingly more tempted to close the last of the distance between them, shove her back into the shelf and kiss her senseless.
He shifts on his feet, trying to think of anything but that.
“I kind of want to make him squirm first,” She admits.
You’ve already got that mastered, Megumi thinks, only sort of bitterly.
“See, he’s really been on my mind, Megumi,” She sighs, and he wants to scowl at her for saying his name like that, like she was out of breath.
Against his will, his dream resurfaces in his mind.
His eyes glance down to her mouth, turned into a little pout.
“It’s been distracting, honestly. I can’t go a minute without thinking about him, I can’t focus on work, or training. I was supposed to go shopping with Nobara today, ya’know,”
Curse her for saying things that should be breaking his heart, but the look on her face is all too enticing for him to walk away from. He’s trying not to frown, but the more she talks about how this guy has occupied her every thought, the more stormy he feels.
I’ll have to get a name out of her so I can find him and scare the shit out of him, a lightbulb blinks over Megumi’s head. Surely he’s not deserving of all this attention she’s giving him anyways. No guy deserves a girl like her.
“I think I’m getting off track,” (y/n) giggles again, and Megumi’s eyes snap back to hers. He realizes he’s been staring at her lips for far too long, and heat crawls up his neck. “What the real problem is I can’t even escape him in my sleep” She says.
The heat in his neck and face is replaced instantly with ice cold fear.
“Like- like in your dreams?” He stammers, more nervous now than he had been during this entire interaction.
(y/n) nods slowly, keeping her eyes on his.
“Yeah,” She mumbles. “Like in my dreams,”
How could she have known? Yuuji? Would he have really told her? No, maybe he didn’t, maybe this is just coincidence.
A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, and then she’s leaning forward, pushing onto the tips of her toes to reach impossibly closer to him.
His eyes, blown wide, follow her every movement, until she’s hovering just before him, the tip of her nose almost brushing into his.
“Thing is,” She murmurs, cool, strawberry mint breath fanning over his lips, and he has to fight his own eyes to stay open. “I know he thinks about me too,”
His fingers twitch at his sides, dying to reach out and grab her by her hips, like it was the sole purpose of his hands.
Her cruel eyes rest on his lips, because she can’t help herself. They’re pink, and look plush, and she can only imagine how amazing they’d feel against her own, against her skin, anywhere he’d like to place them, she’d surely let him without any fight.
She lets her gaze meet his slowly, letting him know exactly where she was looking, and exactly what she was thinking.
Megumi thinks he’s never felt so much pent up tension in his life.
“But I just can’t seem to get him to make a damn move,” She finishes her thought while she tries to pick out every shade of blue in his irises, which are nearly blown by his pupils.
(y/n) thinks she’s never felt so in need in her life.
She’s glad that she talked her friends out of spying on this little scheme, instead talking them into an all day shopping spree- which once she’d suggested, Nobara had practically dragged the whole gang out to the front gates.
“So Megumi,” She hums, leaning away from him, resting her back against the bookshelf again, amused at his rigid stance. “Any thoughts? What could I do to make it clear to him how I feel, because to be honest with you, he seems a little dense at times”
She takes him in, all of him, now that she has a little distance from him. Which isn’t saying much, since he’s literally standing toe to toe with her. His height towers over hers, so even if she’s not on the tips of her toes to be face to face, it still feels like he’s completely surrounding her.
His fingers are tapping at his leg at a rapid, unsteady pace. He bites his lip roughly and then releases, tongue darting out to soothe the ache, and his eyes can barely stay on her. But even as they dart around, they always make their way back, and there she is, still staring at him.
She waits patiently, because she has all the time in the world.
This is a test, Megumi thinks, his thoughts running through his head a million miles a minute. It has to be a test. And I’m failing by just standing here and not saying anything. She’s going to walk away if I don’t say something.
He’s not sure where this came from, this sudden change in demeanor, the change in her uniform, all of it. It’s truly dizzying, and he’s not thinking clearly. He doesn’t like having a hazy mind, he likes to stay sharp, vigilant.
But how could he be expected to do that when she’s here before him like this?
So he doesn’t say anything at all.
He just acts.
His lips are against hers and she’s shoved into the bookshelf so fast she squeaks in surprise before melting into him, and passionately returning the kiss.
His large palms grab at her lips, keeping her flush against him and while also keeping her pinned to the shelf. She hums into his mouth, a little sound of delight as her own hands grab the collar of his shirt, fisting the material tightly. It almost grounds her, because as soon as Megumi kissed her, she was ten feet off the ground, and then fifteen, and soon she was floating away into the clouds.
(y/n) gasps as he prods her mouth open, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip before temptation gives in and he sinks his teeth into it. She whimpers when he releases and goes back to kissing her feverishly.
His palms are hot even through the material of her shirt, and she’s dying to feel his skin against hers.
Megumi decides rather quickly that he wants to take his time devouring her, and to do that, he was going to have to find a more comfortable position so that he wasn’t craning his neck so much.
Acting quickly, his hands wandered down from her hips, and he had to crouch a bit just to reach her ass.
“Jump” He ordered gruffly, and (y/n) wasted no time in following the instruction.
His hands held her securely as she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped into his chest. Her legs wound around his narrow hips with ease, and as soon as he had her pressed into the shelf again, Megumi was kissing her exposed collarbone, grazing his teeth ever so gently against her skin.
(y/n’s) fingers tangle into his hair as his lips travel up her neck, pressing featherlight kisses against the more sensitive skin.
“Megumi,” She mewls as his nose prods against her earlobe so he can reach the sweet spot at the junction of her neck and jaw.
It’s like her voice goes straight to dick, and heat pools in his lower abdomen.
In return, he sucks harshly at the spot he’d previously been leaving little kisses. Her fingers tighten in his hair.
“Megumi,” She calls his name again, breathless, while hands sliding down the nape of his neck before they grip his shoulders. He pulls away, panting slightly as his hooded eyes meet hers. “Why didn’t you…sooner...”
She trails off, her lust blown eyes falling to his swollen lips, and she almost forgets her question as she thinks about grabbing his bottom lip with her teeth and sucking on it to her heart’s content.
“What is it, angel?” He murmurs, pushing his nose against her as he blindly leans in to steal another kiss. “What do you need?”
His lips brush over hers as he speaks, and a shiver runs down her spine that she knows he feels, because she can feel his smirk on her own lips and she wants nothing more than to never speak again so that she can always have his mouth on hers.
“Need you” Her voice is so small that if she wasn’t whimpering directly into his mouth he would have never heard it.
Fuck, is Megumi glad that he got back to the school just in time to catch her on the stairs. What luck he had to run into her when he did.
He grins, before sealing their lips in a messy, hot kiss. (y/n’s) hands claw at his shoulders, and then grip the material of his shirt, so tight her knuckles ache. But she’s overwhelmed with the heat- the heat of his body, the heat between her legs, the heat of his skin.
A coy smile curls at the edge of his lips, and as desperate as he is to keep her mouth occupied by his, he can’t help but tilt his head back, just enough to get a good look at her.
At first she tilts forward, chasing his lips, before realizing he wasn’t going to cave back into her. Her bottom lip juts out in the slightest pout as her eyes flutter open.
Her brows draw together in the smallest movement. Her eyes are puzzled, but she doesn’t ask him why he stopped. She simply takes the time to admire her features, while he does the same.
Megumi’s eyes trace every inch of her face, as if he hasn’t already committed every feature, every dip curve and freckle, to memory.
He’s smiling, and not a teasing little grin he’s been giving her, he’s really smiling. Out of bliss.
She smiles back at him.
“It was me, right?” He mumbles. “That you were talking about?”
Crinkles form at the corners of her eyes as she lets out a short giggle.
He’s the cutest.
“Of course,”
He had been fairly certain she was talking about him, but he still feels a little relieved hearing her confirm it.
“There’s no one else for me,” She adds, reaching a hand up to his jaw, laying her palm there softly. The pad of her thumb sweetly brushed over his skin. “Besides, I’ve never had a guy have a wet dream about me before, so I figured I’d give ‘ya a chance, right?”
Megumi’s sweet expression soured in an instant, his brows furrowing and his lips pulling into a deep frown. (y/n’s) laughing like it’s oh so funny, and he’s contemplating dropping her and walking away.
(He’d have to be pretty stupid to do such a thing, but the thought does cross his mind)
“I fucking knew he told you” He grumbled bitterly.
(y/n) shrugs, her free hand reaching up so that her fingers could gently rub the knot away from his brows.
“He meant well,” She hums. “Don’t be too upset”
Megumi rolls his eyes. Says the one who isn’t humiliated.
“Would it help if I told you about the dreams I’ve had?” She asks, making his eyes dart back to hers, wide and curious.
He thinks she’s joking at first, but her expression is genuine. His mouth moves to tell her yes I would very much like to hear about the dreams you’ve had about me, but his mind is too busy trying to imagine the dirty images that’s played behind her eyelids at night, so no words come out.
(y/n) giggles, and pushes off of his shoulders so that he would let her go. She’s shorter than him again as she lands on her feet, but she quickly reaches on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“If you wanna come with me to my room I’ll tell you all about ‘em” She says with a grin.
Megumi blinks, his lips parted as he stares down at her. (y/n) loves her newfound power of stunning him to silence.
She shrugs casually, and turns around, about to head out of the library without another word. But just as she’s about to take a step, two arms wrap around her middle, and she’s lifted off the ground, with her back pressed to his chest. A yelp escapes her before a string of delighted giggles.
“Well let’s go there, then!” Megumi cheers, racing towards the library’s doors.
(y/n) pretends to fight him to let her free, but her hands remain gripped to his forearms, not a single part of her wanting him to let go.
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“So…” Megumi drawls, a bit out of breath as he lays on his back, the comforter on (y/n’s) bed tangled around his legs. “What exactly did Yuuji tell you?”
(y/n) laughs at the memory that feels like it was forever ago but it had only happened that morning.
He lifts his head to see her from where her head was at the end of the bed. She’s too exhausted to crane her neck to look back at him.
“He was just excited to tell us that he had some juicy gossip, and then said it wasn’t his place to actually tell us” She recalled for him.
Megumi’s ears focus on only one word, his eyes widening as his heart plummets to his stomach in embarrassment.
(y/n) musters up what little energy she could to prop herself on her elbows so she could amuse herself with the pale expression on his face.
“Need some water?” She teases, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “You drank all of mine on break three, so you’ll have to go get more”
That brings some color back to his cheeks.
“So… everyone’s gonna know?” He mutters to himself.
If Nobara knew, everyone knew.
“Oh, they already do,” (y/n) confirms his newfound fear casually, as if she was telling him the weather. “Who do you think told me to come seduce you?”
She wiggles her eyebrows at him playfully, while Megumi groans and falls back onto her pillows, covering his hot face with his hands.
He wasn’t going to hear the end of this.
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Zach smut? Maybe it’s their first time together something cute but also hot. I feel like he’s very vocal too.
Tell Me What You Want
Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader
Warnings: SMUT
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.2K
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They have been dating for three months and Y/N is ready to take her relationship with Zach to the next level. The soccer player was respectful of her boundaries whenever their kisses would heat up to something steamer. He would watch for her body language and ask her constantly if she wanted to continue. When she should hesitate, he would stop immediately, reassuring her that he wanted to wait until he felt more comfortable. She found it sweet that he would put the “blame” on his own feelings so she didn’t feel guilty about not feeling prepared and then he’d open Netflix so they would watch The Office together.
Tonight, he came over to Y/N’s for dinner and for dessert, she had planned for them to indulge in something a little sweeter than cake. Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She strips off her clothes and puts on the lingerie she bought just for Zach. Her reflection shows how the navy blue lace really shows off her boobs and she thinks he will love how the silk attaches to the lace bra, flowing down to her hips like a dress. Zach seems like he would like flowy materials; she can’t explain why. She does a few swishes of mouthwash and quickly combs through her hair with her fingers; she finally feels confident enough to leave the bathroom. Zach’s head darts up from the dishes and her heart flips because she didn’t ask him to clean up. He is so thoughtful. His eyes fall open once he sees her new attire and he turns to face her completely. “You weren’t wearing that earlier,” he notes as he approaches her. His hand is playing with the skirt of the top. She frowns at his words, “Do you not like it?” Her head casts down, but his finger catches her chin before it falls to her chest. He lifts it, so she is looking in his eyes and his other hand continues to fiddle with the silk. “Baby, I love it. Whatever this, this material is. I’m a big fan,” he assures, kissing her lips.
She grins into the kiss, “It’s silk.” “Silk, I like it,” he hmms. “Are you sure you want to do this, Baby? We don’t have to do anything. If you want to just watch a movie with that on, I would be okay with that.” She giggles, pulling away. She leads him into her bedroom and falls onto her bed. “I am more than ready for this, Zach.” He detects no hesitancy, so he decides to even the playing field by taking off his shirt and pants. Y/N’s bottom lip wedges between her teeth and she grabs his hand to bring him closer. He gets on top of her, holding himself up with one arm. His face nears her ear, “Tell me what you want.” “Can you kiss me?” she breathes out. He kisses her lips, “Here?” She shakes her head, knowing the game he wants to play. His head moves to the skin of her breasts above the lace. “Here?” A groan escapes her lips because of how long it is taking. Zach just grins, loving how annoyed she is getting. His head finally dips under the silk and pulls down the matching thong. She feels his lips meet her clit, letting out the moan he has been waiting to hear.
He continues the assault to her bud and she wraps her legs around his head. Her back arches off of the bed. She brings her hand through his hair, trying to keep him in place. “Is this what you want? You have to tell me what you want,” he encourages. She struggles through her words in moans, “Your tongue! Please, use your tongue.” He listens to her commands, diving his tongue into her pussy. He is lapping at her hole and tries to get as much of her juices into his mouth. He can tell she needs more. “I think you need my fingers, Baby. Do you want my fingers?” he teases, ghosting his fingers over her vagina.
She nods vigorously, “Yes, yes, please.” His fingers penetrate her and he starts slow with one digit. He takes his time, bringing the finger in and out. Her back arches even more at the feeling of his finger. “More,” she begs, grabbing his hand. He nods, “Of course, Baby.” He adds another finger picking up his pace and he notices she has adjusted to him already. He tries adding another finger and when she doesn’t object, he goes as fast as he can. Her moans pick up, sounding like a symphony. He continues with his pace and gives her kisses to quiet her moans. “I love you. You know that? I love those pretty sounds you are making for me,” he praises. Her head moves up and down, raising her back as high as it can go. Her walls close in around his fingers, gripping him like a glove. His thumb finds her clit and he rubs it like his life depends on it. She is brought over the edge, cumming around his fingers. He pulls them out. His fingers enter his mouth, cleaning them off, “You taste so good, Baby. You wanna taste?” He brings his mouth to hers and she can taste herself on his tongue.
Y/N props herself onto her elbows, reaching for the top of his boxers, but he stops her. He brings them face to face, “Tonight is about you, Baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” Her heart flutters at his words, feeling like she is melting on the inside. He gets up off of her and she knows what he is looking for. “I have condoms in my bathroom medicine cabinet,” she tells him. Zach runs to the other room, jogging back to her with the goods in hand. He rips the package open with his teeth and pulls down his boxers to put it on. His fingers wrap around his impressive length, giving it a few pumps before lining himself up with her pussy. “Are you ready, Baby? Tell me if you want me to do anything different,” he orders and enters her.
Again, his pace begins slow. He lets her get adjusted to his size at this pace and when her mouth falls open, he picks it up. It gets a little difficult to keep their body connected at this speed, so he wraps her legs around his waist and goes faster. “You are making me feel so good, Baby. Am I making you feel good?” he looks to her for assurance. She smiles at him, “So good, Zach. Please, keep going.” He continues to thrust into her. Both of them enjoy the feeling of being together, moans rivalling each other. Zach feels himself twitch inside of her and it is not long before he cums inside of the condom. Y/N hasn’t come yet, so he continues his thrust to bring her to her climax. He pulls out of her, bringing her into his arms. He kisses her neck with a blissed-out look on his face. “That was so good, Baby. Thank you for letting me experience this with you,” he whispers to her. She nods with a smile, “You’re welcome. I really liked it too.” He picks her up to bring her to the bathroom and they both get ready for bed in sync. She puts on his t-shirt and he puts his boxers back on. They hop into her bed and cuddle each other to sleep.
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Thigh High Boots
request: @kellyxo1 asked "Idk if its weird it just popped into my head but maybe a eddie x reader where hes been busy with his campain and paying no attention to reader and she teases him with wearing thigh high boots and nothing else and she teases him and they make love"
warnings: SMUT +18, p in v, oral (f), fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cursing, not proofread sorry :)
words: 2k
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“Baby, I’m back!” you shout from the door closing it.
“Hey” he says without taking his eyes off the sheet of paper he’s writing and drawing on.
“You’re still with that?” you complain.
He has spent the entire afternoon writing the new campaign. He was having a hard time with his creativity and imagination lately. He couldn’t think of anything, nothing that was good enough. You were gone for a couple of hours to help Robin buy a new outfit to wear for a date she has —and you bought something for yourself too while you were there.
“Yeah, I had to start again” he quickly answers. It was the truth though, at first he started with something, but as he read it again, he realized it was too basic, he had definitely wrote something similar before. So he threw that away and forced himself to keep thinking until he got something good. He started with a new idea, but he still was having a hard time. He had to finish it though, the campaign was in three days.
“Eds, you’ve been with that all day” you complain again.
“Shh, wait, wait” he lift a hand making a stop sing so he could keep writing.
Your eyes widened at this attitude, you were clearly bothering him. He kept writing, completely ignoring you. You sigh and walk away thinking of what you could do.
More time passes, maybe half an hour, and he still didn’t even lift his head from the paper. You could see his frown or his stressed expression, cursing under his breath or mumbling something to then write it on the paper in front of him.
You sigh louder. Nothing.
You get into the bathroom with what you bought. Closing the door and opening the box inside the bag, you take out your new thigh high boots. Black, leather, shiny.
You have had your eye on them for a while, and when Robin asked you to come shopping with her you had your opportunity to finally purchase them. You came home exited to try them on and show them to your boyfriend whom you were a 100% sure would go crazy over them.
The problem was he’s ignoring you. But you have an idea.
You take your clothes off. Shirt, pants, shoes, underwear. You put the boots on and you feel powerful, sexy, confident.
You walk out of the bathroom with a smirk, feeling yourself. Eddie’s still clueless, eyes and attention completely taken by his work.
You walk over to him until you’re behind the chair he’s sitting on. You hug him from behind, slowly passing your hands from his shoulders to his arms and land on his torso.
He keeps erasing words on the paper and writing over them.
“Eds, can I get your attention for just one second?” you whisper on his ear.
“Mhm”
You walk a few steps to stand in front of him, still touching his arm with one hand.
His face changes so beautifully. From a stressed frown and faintly pursed lips, to a slightly open mouth, doe eyes going up and down your body, not deciding what to land on. Your pretty face, startling breasts, voluptuous hips, or black thigh high boots making him go week on the knees.
“I wanted to show you what I got today, do you like them?” you say innocently, like you’re not completely naked but the sinful pair of boots on you.
He whispers your name, almost whimpering.
You very slowly spin around to show him all sides of the boots on you, but the boots weren’t the only thing he was looking at. Gazing at your back and ass first.
“What do you think?” you tease.
“Baby” he definitely whimpers now. “Fuck”
“What? What do you want” you softly ask him.
“Want you” he simply says.
“Okay” you move the notebook and the pens on the table to a side, forgetting about them, and take a sit on the table right in front of him. You open your legs planting your covered feet on either side of him on the chair. His gaze goes straight to your pussy. “I think you know what to do now”
His face quickly shoves into your centre and you moan surprised. He starts making out with your pussy making you even more wet.
“Mmh, slowly baby” your hand stokes his hair and he slows down running his tongue through your folds. “Fuck”
Then he focuses on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his hands grabbing your thighs that are on both sides of his head. “Eddie, you’re doing so good baby”
He moans at the praise and you keep talking to him, making his erection hurt. “Right there, what a good boy, so good for me baby” One of his hands leaves your thigh to start palming himself through his jeans.
“You better not be doing what I think you are” you say and his eyes open to watch you with guilt. “Are you touching yourself without asking me first?”
“Please, it hurts” he complains.
“Never told you to stop eating me out” you order and he goes back to your pussy. “You were doing so well, why do have to misbehave?” you say disappointed. “First you ignore me all day acting like I’m not here and paying more attention to your game than me, and now you’re not even grateful I’m not punishing you but also you touch without permission”
His tongue stops moving, he slowly pushes his head back and a smug smirk forms on his face.
“What are you doing?” you ask getting angry.
“You’re such a spoiled brat” he laughs pursing his lips. “Was that why you did all that fucking show for? Cause you needed attention?”
“Eddie-“
“No. Get off the table and turn around” he orders now. You move slowly still doubting. “Quicker baby” he mocks your tone from before.
You stand facing the table with him now stood up behind you, no longer sat down. He pushes you down so your front is pressed against the table. You moan surprised. His hands run through your back, your ass and your legs covered by the boots.
“I love these new boots by the way, you look absolutely sinful with them” he says. His hands go back up to your ass, groping it, and smacking it once. One hand lowers to your core, running his fingers through it and slowly pushing two in, you moan. “Such an attention whore” he goes quicker, you can hear the squelching from how wet you are.
His thumb starts working on your clit and you try to hold onto something but all you find is the endless table. You don't even try to be quiet while his fingers work inside of you, he curls them touching just the right spots.
You clench around his fingers and he notices. “You’re gonna cum baby?” He asks and you nod. “Answer me, use your words”
“Yes, Eddie!” you moan. And just when you’re about to release, just when you were feeling the pleasure build up in your belly, it suddenly stops, he took his hand out. A whine comes out of your mouth before you could even think about it, a sign of complaint.
“You think you can act the way you did and still cum anytime you want?” he asks sarcastically. “Such a slut, coming out naked wearing only these fucking boots, just for me to look at you for a bit. Was it too long of day without my attention on you? I don't know how you did it before me, princess"
If he was hoping for an answer he didn't get one. I don't think the right expression for your state right now could be 'fucked out' because you didn't even get to cum. Maybe it was because of that, your mind could only think of his fingers, arms, torso, tattoos, neck, lips. His dick. Basically just Eddie.
Eddie Eddie Eddie.
Who, speaking of, lifts your upper body so you're standing up against him. "You okay, princess?" he softly asks, no longer teasing or rhetorically asking.
You nod you head. "Just want you, please, Eds"
"Want you too, baby" He confesses, you can tell he's softer now. He takes his shirt off and lowers his pants along with his boxers. He takes a sit on the chair behind him and helps you turn around so you can sit on his lap. "Are you comfy there?"
"Mhm, very" you bite your lip and give a smile.
He starts kissing you, bringing your body even closer to his, chest to chest. His hands run all of your back, to your ass and thighs. Your hands tug at his hair which makes him groan against your mouth.
It's a heated kiss, to show how much you need each other right now. He positions the head of his cock on your entrance and you understand what he wants. You push it in, slowly, until it's all in. He groans louder, you moan higher.
You start going up and down with his help, he's holding your hips and guiding your moves. Up and down, side to side, front to back. Moves that just make it feel amazing.
You keep kissing, swallowing each other's moans that are louder and louder each time. He kisses your neck, or more like attacks it with kisses, licks and bites that leave marks behind.
"Fuck, Eddie!" that's all you can say, a variation of profanities and his name. But he loves it and drives him crazier than anything else.
He grabs your hips harder holding you in place and starts bucking his thrusts upwards hitting your spot even harder.
"Eddie! Oh, fuck!"
"Princess, fuck, you make me go feral. I fucking love you so -mghh" his voice is groaning and he the only thing he can think of is harder, faster.
You start playing with your clit and he's mesmerized by the sight. Your pussy swallowing him and taking every inch of his fat cock, your puffy and wet clit being played with by your tiny and delicate fingers. He moans louder.
You watch his pretty face, he's checks are red and a slight layer of sweat is making his skin shiny, his mouth is opened in a rounded position, and his eyes are fighting to stay open just so he could watch you.
"Yes baby, play with your clit, fuck you're so wet you're dripping onto my lap, so fucking tight"
Your other hand placed on his shoulder starts grabbing harder pushing your nails into his skin. Your moans are incontrollable.
"'m cuming!" you manage to say.
"Yes please, cum for me, cum on my cock, make a bigger mess baby" he begs and it makes you cum right there with a scream. He keeps fucking into you. "I'm almost there, sweetheart, oh fuck I'm-"
He groans against the skin of your shoulder, grabbing your hips even harder, leaving the marks of his fingerprints. He stops moving once all of his cum is inside of you.
After a few minutes of catching your breath, Eddie helps you to the couch and takes care of cleaning you up.
“Now every time you wear those boots, I’m gonna get hard” you laugh at his joke.
“I’m gonna wear them often, then” you joke now.
“I’m sorry for being a dick today, I shouldn’t have ignored you like I did” he states. “It’s just I’m running out of ideas and I have the campaign is in three days and I feel like everything I have so far is shit”
“It’s fine Eds, I’m just worried about you, I don’t want you to overexert yourself” you explain. “I know you’re against postponing the campaigns but maybe you should consider it. They would understand… and if they don’t I’m gonna have a talk with them”
In the end, Eddie did postpone it for next week. Gareth and Mike were the only ones who got mad, but after Dustin had talked to them, they finally understood.
Dustin had been worried about Eddie too, noticing how stressed he got every time the campaign was mentioned, and was the first one to defend his dungeon master before you even had the chance.
You helped Eddie write the campaign. You read what he had so far and realized you were right from the start, he was overthinking it. But you helped him change the things he didn’t like and helped him with the ending. Finally the campaign was held on Monday, so didn’t waste any more time.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#eddie munson#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things imagine#eddie munson imagine
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Yumeko jabami x Shy! Reader Headcannons
Yumeko jabami x black! Shy reader
● When yumeko first came to Hyakkaou Private Academy, she was very intrigued and infatuated by you. She thought you were very cute. She wanted to have you. Your beautiful brown eyes, your cute antisocial personality, she wanted you to be her's
● she thought you were so cute and awkward anytime you would try to talk to her, she found it adorable.
● Flirts and subtle touches making you flustered, she does it on purpose to get your reaction as she smiles sweetly at you like nothing happened, just to tease you it was fun to watch.
● Yumeko is a very confident person. Anytime you were scared to say anything, she would say it for you without any hesitantation.
● She constantly wants to gamble with you. Even if you didn't know how to gamble, she'll teach it to you if you didn't understand.
●She calls you nicknames like "bunny, sweetheart, my love."
● She likes to lay on her chest. She doesn't matter if your chest is big or small. She loves your chest.
●You're very dependent on yumeko, yumeko loves how submissive you were making her feel in charge, yumeko is very protective she only let's you hang with small group of friends and if they they ever treated you wrong, let's just say you won't see them the next day.
● She'll never take her anger out on you. You were very precious to be treated wrong.
● You know how crazy yumeko is when it comes to gambling. You get flustered anytime she says something sexual when you gambling together.
● If you were in serious debt, yumeko would gladly give you money even if you wouldn't accept it or not. "Don't be silly, I'm glad to give you money to pay off your debt, I mean, that's what friends are for." Money doesn't mean much to yumeko she's like a sugar mama to you, and she has no problem giving you money or paying.
● Loves spoiling you it's her love language to you, she'll buy you necklaces, bracelets, diamonds, rings you name it.
● Very clingy, she wants to be around you 24/7. Always holding your hands, hugging you from behind.
● Yumeko likes it when you sit on her lap. It makes her so wet. "You're making me so wet y/n, the things I wanna do to you is driving me insane, don't you wanna touch me?~" yumeko whispers soft moan in your ear as she nibbles on your neck making you flustered soft moan escaping your mouth.
● some people try to harm you because of how close you are with yumeko but they could never get close to you because yumeko is around you all the time, and if they dare try to harm you, she has no problem hurting someone.
● She walks you home all the time after school just to make sure you're safe, and she sometimes insists you come over to her house.
● Yumeko has no problem changing in front of you. She finds it cute the way you get flustered or turn away to respect her body, yumeko sometimes likes wearing your clothes. Sometimes, you will be embarrassed and flustered the way your clothes look on you. Yumeko does it on purpose to see your reaction,she has no shame.
●She'll let you sit on her lap while she's gambling with someone. You were her lucky charm.
● Yumeko has no problem showing you off. If someone flirts with you, she'll kiss you and hug you and glare at the person, letting them know you're taken.
● Yumeko is probably not a virgin and very experienced she has been with a few men and women, but she loves how inexperienced you are she wanted to teach you some things and make you feel good.
● Very sweet to you and do anything for you. She's a very great listener and very patient with you.
● when you got together, there was alot of pda, yumeko will try to have sex with you anytime any place doesn't matter if it was in public, but if you were not comfortable doing it in public she'll understand and respect your wishes.
● Yumeko hates seeing you cry. She turns to a full-on psycho when someone makes you upset. But she's really good at comforting she'll kiss you and wipe your tears and stay with you all the time until you feel better
● Yumeko jealousy charts are off the roof. She'll glare, threaten to anyone who gets close to you, and you have to reassure her that she's only with you and only you so no one would get hurt. Sometimes, you get a bit scared and uncomfortable the way yumeko acts towards people who try to flirt with you.
● If you were tired or stressed, yumeko would let you lay on her lap or chest. You really don't let people touch your hair at all, but yumeko is an exception.
● Yumeko likes how you support her during her gambling games, even if she could be a bit weird at times, but you just ignore it. You were pretty used to it the first time you guys met
● If you were doing work, yumeko would bother or tease you on purpose so you can pay attention to her.
● Yumeko loves your personality. Even though people tease you for your shyness, she'll tell them to knock it off, even though yumeko will tease you about your shyness all the time.
● Yumeko never understood why you're so shy it's not like she hates it. She had just never been around shy people before, so you were the first shy person she met when she arrived at this school.
● She finds it cute when you stutter and look away from her when she looks at you. When you're not looking, yumeko admires your beauty all the time. She'll tell you you're pretty all the time.
● Yumeko likes stalking you sometimes. She can't help it she likes watching you sleep. She thinks you look so pretty as you rest peacefully.
● When you don't walk home with yumeko, she'll follow you home to make sure you're safe. She watches you leave the bathroom just to make sure you're not being bullied or harmed.
● If you ask yumeko if she stalking you, she'll admit to it very straightforwardly.
● When you gamble with her, it's fun but a bit sexual on her part. During gambling, yumeko praises you.
● Yumeko loves spanking you.
● Yumeko knows how to make you feel good she knows all the spots she puts on that cutesy facade, and she'll eat you out until you cum
● Yumeko is a big of oral, but she likes other things as well, sex is very kinky she likes to put a collar on you, chain you, and dress you up.
● Yumeko loves to see you tears she's a bit of a masochistic. She loves to punish you. Even if you're a good girl, she still likes to punish you. She loves those sweet sounds you make. She'll call you a slut.
● She'll take a few pics of you and fingers herself as she thinks of you when she's horny.
● If you were honry in public like school, she'll takes you to the bathroom or a secluded place and fuck you.
● Yumeko loves to see you beg.
● Yumeko is obviously the top in the relationship she's a bit sadistic. Yumeko gets horny off a gambling, so she'll make a deal or coin flip to decide whose on top, yumeko uses toys and gets horny off of you moaning in pleasure and you get a orgasm.
●" Aww, you're taking it so well, bunny. I love the way you moan for me, don't worry, this will be over soon, my love." Yumeko says as she kisses your licking off your tears
● Overall, yumeko loves you, and she's a great girlfriend.
#yumeko jabami x reader#kakegurui#yumeko jabami#yumeko jabami x black!reader#black!reader#Spotify#anime x black!reader#kakegurui x reader#yumeko jabami x fem!reader
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In the middle of the night
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He didn't know how to proceed. It was already night and he had been staring at papers and evidence for several hours. It was already painful to hold his wings upright. His mate was sleeping in the next room and all he wanted to do was go lay down next to her and cuddle with her. Or maybe he would wake her up the way she likes. Gods, there were so many things he would rather be doing than what he was doing now.
"Why are not you sleeping?" he turned his head and saw his intelligent, brave, clever and of course beautiful mate standing and leaning against the door frame. Her beautiful long hair was in a bun and she also had a headband that kept all her hair out of her face. Her eyes watched him with a reprimanding look and her body. That body. Her arms were crossed and her fingernails were painted with dark blue nail polish, one of her small signs of rebellion against society and the dress code. She was wearing his black sleeping tunic and loose pants.
"All the clothes you're wearing right now are mine," he said with one corner of his lips up.
She rolled her eyes. How he adored it when she did it. "Since my dear friend prefers to spend his time with peppers, I have to find something that will hug me at least a little while I sleep," he just spread his arms in response and his companion made her way to him.
She sat on his lap and he wrapped his huge arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. She smelled like lavender. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I just don't know how to move forward in this case. It doesn't make sense," she looked into his eyes. He showed her everything in them. Fatigue, what he felt for her and also where he would rather be. Sighing, she looked back at the papers.
"So what do we know?"
"We know?" he asked. He loved it when she said that. They were a team and they were equal.
And so he began to explain everything to her. Who. Why. What he figured out and what he didn't understand. During that time, she listened and made them coffee.
They spent hours on it. Papers were everywhere. On the couch. On the table. Even on the walls. The whole room turned into a research zone.
"It's the wife!" his chosen one screamed.
He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How did you find out?"
She started to explain to him how she came up with it. She was running around the room and he was listening and watching her. When she finished, she turned to him and waited for his reaction.
He watched her in dumb amazement and didn't know which part of her to focus on "Why are wives so clever?"
"Because our partners will search us," she replied confidently.
"Because our husbands don't pay attention to us," she answered confidently.
Azriel stood up with all his confidence and arrogance. He approached her thoughtfully until he came to her. She didn't back down. She never backed down. “This husband and mate don't. This one admires his wife and mate and will adore her more than she can handle.”
She took a step closer to him and looked confidently into his eyes. "She can handle a lot. More than he could possibly imagine."
He took the headband off her head and let down her beautiful hair. He put them away from her right shoulder and whispered in her ear “Many people have told him that he has a great imagination. And also that he is very creative," he rolled up his tunic with his hands and pulled her close.
"Does he have any references? ,” her voice cracked. He kept hugging her hips with his hands and slowly kissed her neck.
He rolled up the tunic slowly but surely. He moved tunic from her hips to her waist until it reached the sides of her breasts. "Beauty raise your hands," she raised. The tunic fell to the ground. He looked at the woman he belonged to. Her head was proudly held high and her chin up. The long neck was a huge attraction for him. He spent hours there, hidden from the world. And then the breasts. Flat stomach and hips on which his pants barely held. He went back to those eyes. They stood there now facing each other like two rivals. Both of them were naked from the waist up and neither of them moved. They were both more than competitive.
"Together?" she asked him in that husky voice.
At the same moment, they rushed towards each other. They kissed as if they hadn't seen each other for months. Azriel picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was holding her back and she was focusing on his neck. She was leaving marks that he belonged only to her and he adored it.
Slowly and as gently as he could, he laid her down on the carpet. "What reward does my wife want for being so intelligent?"She started pulling his pants down with her feet. "I understand." He watched her all the time and made sure to be attentive.
When he opened his eyes, he was instantly blinded by the light. At that moment, his brain started receiving stimuli. Undrawn curtains. His mate lying next to him with her bare back and hair in all directions. She was breathing calmly, which symbolized that she was still asleep. And pounding on the door. Who would… Cassian. Training. He is going to kill him.
He stood up and couldn't find his pants. And so, out of the decency that he managed to muster, he took the blanket that was thrown over the chair and wrapped it around his waist. The closer he got to the door, the more he wanted to kill his brother and make sure his body would never be found again. However, he would not want to face Nesta, so he threw this idea into the trash in his mind. He opened the door and there he stood before him. "What do you want?"
"Why didn't you come to training?" direct question.
"Because I was asleep," direct answer.
"That's what I thought when I look at you now. And why did you fall asleep?" he would like to knock that crooked smile off his face if his wife did not appear before him.
"What you want?" she looked more bored than when he once took her to practice. Right after the training, she declared to him that her weapon will remain her brain and the ability to smile at people she would rather throw into the nearest lake.
"Your dear, he didn't come to training so I came to make sure he's alright. And it looks like he is,” Azriel's thoughts about his brother's death drifted back to the main goals of the day.
His dear took a long breath and kept staring at Cassian “And?”
"And? Do you know what will happen to his body?” Cassian and his bullshit.
She looked at Azriel and he wrapped an arm around her waist in support. "Not much. But you will definitely be happy to tell me."
Cassian started throwing his arms around and she just watched him. "His body…"
"I'll stop you here. The body we're talking about and can look at is in perfect shape and it's partly thanks to me. So now this is what happens. I'll slam the door on your face and then I and my mate will be locked in this apartment for several hours. Maybe days. And this," she gave him all the documents for the work we did during the night. "You can take it to your friend Rhysand when you're so active. We will be very grateful to you. And now excuse us," she slammed the door in his face as she promised and turned back to her lover.
He gave her a proud smile. "Bed or carpet?"
"The wall."
Gods, how he loved her.
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please do the 'your relationship' series with chuuya? thank you!!
Here we are~
Your Relationship [Chuuya Nakahara]
TW: afab reader, mentioning of female genitals, SMUT, MINORS NDI
Chuuya as your friend:
At first, he doesn't trust you and is generally quite rude to you, because he remembers how his trust in someone ends. This is why your friendships are very cold at the start;
When Chuuya nevertheless "thaws", you joke together, and you already seem to be not such a bad person to Chuuya. He often asks you for advice, although he says that he does it only to check how right he was in his guesses;
Doesn't show openly, but actually values you very much as a friend, so he doesn't even think of thinking about you as something more;
You share music selections, discussing what you liked the most. At first, Chuuya grimaced when he listened to your playlists, but he secretly kept the ones he liked;
He will never recruit you to work with him for the Port Mafia, because he knows all the risks for you. The organization won't be able to let you go so easily when you have so much knowledge in your head;
Gets annoyed if you joke about his height, but not as much as he looks. However, if you are shorter than him, he will surprisingly not joke back;
Chuuya as your boyfriend:
It is difficult for him to describe his feelings towards you, but somewhere deep inside Nakahara understands that without you his life will be somehow empty;
When falling in love attacked his mind, it was very difficult for Chuuya to accept it as it is. It seemed to him that this was nonsense, and he was not able to love, but the trembling emotions for you turned out to be stronger than him;
When you are alone, Chuuya just can't deny himself the pleasure of snuggling up to you, touching your body, inhaling the scent of your hair. He's too tactile;
He likes it when you walk around the house in one shirt. This sight literally mesmerizes him. If you're shorter than him, he won't mind you wearing his shirt at all;
He's jealous. No. Nakahara is extremely jealous, that's why he always leaves marks on your body. Plus he likes to hear your quiet moans and whimpers;
Quite energetic in bed, but doesn't like to rush so that you both can enjoy each other to the fullest;
You don’t get to spend time together so often that no one is distracting, so when Chuuya tells you on the phone that he is waiting for you under the windows, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror and adjust your burgundy lipstick and leave the house.
Nakahara stands by his motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket and his usual hat. In this form, he already looks as sexy as possible, and the way your gaze lingers on him makes Chuuya chuckle. He knows that he has your eyes on him, so he is completely confident in your relationship. You will never leave him.
"My gravity control can't keep me on my feet when you're around, baby." The redhead bites his lip and grins. Chuuya almost always acts like this with you. Previously, he denied his affection for you, although it was obvious to everyone, even Higuchi, those around him tried to shut her up so that she would be quiet.
It took both of you six months to get used to each other, and how much abuse there was… And how the dishes and the environment remained intact is a big question.
Chuuya gives you flowers and puts a helmet on your head and helps you into the passenger seat. This night is all yours, so Nakahara wants to enjoy you to the fullest.
Already at home, he, pulling off your clothes from your bodies on the way to the bedroom, touches you, caresses your body on the way, greedily sinks his teeth into the open areas of your skin, growling with satisfaction and guttural.
Chuuya wants you here and now, he is tired of waiting for the moment when he can touch you the way he does at the moment. In each of his touches, a mixture of the greedy "You are only mine" and the gentle "I love you."
You don't get to the bedroom. His favorite wine pours over your skin, which he eagerly licks, tongue brushing hard nipples, leaving hickeys and bite marks as you ride his cock and moan his name over and over. Chuuya is too hungry for you.
Working in the Port Mafia has its risks, especially if the enemy knows what to put pressure on, so Nakahara tries to hide you even from his own, which won't last for very long;
If you're working for the Port Mafia, be prepared to be the new duo with him and Chuuya's cold attitude towards you in front of everyone. Although it is already obvious to everyone that Chuuya loves you, therefore, his attempts to pretend that you are just partners look comical from the outside;
Nakahara adores with all his heart when you show everyone around you that he belongs to you. He likes this dominant nature in your character so much that he is almost ready to take you right where you stand;
#my writing#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd smut#bungo stray dogs headcanons#bsd headcanons#smut#nakahara chuuya#chuuya nakahara#bsd chuuya#chuuya x reader#bungou stray dogs chuuya#chuuya smut
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grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(
like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.
I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸
PRRRRR!!!!
(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)
being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.
and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!
either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it
#fruity four#fruity four x reader#plus size!angelface#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#eddie munson#steve harrington x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#robin buckley x reader#eddie munson x reader#spicy writing#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes#🛸 anon#anons
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Boxing Match
Tw:fighting (professional), language,
JJ (ksi) x Y/n (afab)
The parts of the documentary will be in bold & italic.
–—–
*small comical flashback*
Watching the Astrid Wett vs Alexia Grace weigh in, you watched as the face off began. Seeing your loving ‘boyfriend’ well… he’s your fiancé but right know your keeping it between your family and friends. You both wanted to wait to announce the news on your anniversary which wasn’t far away.
As you watched the face off, you heard Astrid say “if I had a boyfriend, would I do this?!” She went to kiss JJ. Your stomach drop till you saw JJ lean back dosing the kiss. Your boxing instincts kicked in. You wanted to fight her… (didn’t exactly go like that but it’s just a short intro 😂)
–—–
It was the day, the day Astro’s was gonna get knocked out by you. You had trained very hard, even JJ was coaching you on the sidelines.
It was currently the morning, you decided to make a small documentary on this event.
You confidently said “Today, I’m going to knock out Astrid Wett.” JJ spoke “Today Y/n is gonna knock out Astrid.”
You were currently sat at your dinning table with JJ sat next to you. He asked “ready for the big day, babe?” You smiled “yeah,” JJ placed a hand on yours and said “your gonna do amazing, I can tell, I mean you worked so fucking hard.” You both chuckled “yeah, we’ll have to see!”
You said “I have tried day and night, I know I’m capable of everything if I put my mind to it.” Tobi spoke “I’ve never seen Y/n work so hard. She is like a female JJ, when she’s dedicated she goes all out.” Simon spoke “Y/n is an amazing boxer, god I remember when we filmed a YouTube video for her channel where me and the boys would train like Y/n. And all I have to say is she is very very confident.” (Clip) you are throwing punches at your coach as he wears the body punching bag. You had the look that could kill, you were lethal.
You changed into your gym clothes, you called “JJ, are we going over the studio?” From the bathroom he shouted back “yeah! Then we are going to your boxing gym.” You grabbed your bag and headed towards your front door. Grabbing a pair of your converse, you pulled them on and tied your laces. JJ walked over “you ready, babe?” You nodded and held his hand.
*small time skip*
You walked into the studio and saw all the joys including Logan and Mike. You smiled “hey guys, how are you all?” You were greeted by everyone. Logan spoke to the camera “I believe Y/n is capable, I mean look at her, she’s athletic, strong and smart. I believe she can win, definitely.” You are shown boxing one of your friends that too boxes.
*time skip to a the event*
“Listen, my prediction is, Astrid is getting knocked out second round if not third”You smirked. The video shows different clips of all your friends predicting your boxing match; most of them saying your knocking out Astrid.
You were currently changing into your outfit. It was all black silk with rhinestones on the seams and white rhinestone eyes on the hood making it look like venom. Walking out of the bathroom, you walked out into your changing room. You heard JJ say “my, my babe, you look badass!” You smiled and gave him a hug. You asked “does it look right?” He nodded “definitely, let’s take a few pictures.” That is exactly what you did.
You walked over to the camera and spoke “this is my official outfit, it’s venom theme cause he’s one of my favourite marvel characters.” JJ walked over “it’s a badass outfit, one of the best ones I’ve seen.” You put an arm around JJ and you said “it was one of my favourite sketches we made.”
You did some quick shadow boxing and some quick sparring with your coach. Once you were done you looked over to Jj as he waved you over. He placed his hands on either side of your face, he started his small speech “listen, your gonna do great, I know it. But you have this one in the bag. Do what you’ve been working for, you and I both have seen you go a long way and you are going to destroy her ok?” You nodded then he finished “you are going to walk into that ring knowing your the winner ok, go to your mental space and get into your best version of yourself and do your all!” He said “go fuck shit up, babe!” You nodded and gave him a kiss. He said “I’ll see you out there, good luck, love.” You waved him goodbye.
You watched on the tv in your changing room, Astrid was doing her walk out. You wanted to go second knowing you’d easily change the atmosphere in the best way possible and in a way to ‘intimidate’ Astrid.
You got ready, shaking of any possible nerves you made have on you. You looked at your coach as he said “get her for me.” You nodded, you grew up with your coach he was your dads best friend. So it meant a lot to you both this match, just like any other.
You looked at the grown as you started walking out. You stopped when you got the the beginning of the stage. Lights dimmed then started flashing, the lights beamed to the beats of your walk out song ‘you should see me in the crown’ by Billie Eilish.
As you walked out the kept you head down, making sure you seemed an almost mysterious person to the audience. You got into the ring, becoming that person you imagined yourself as. You finally looked up, making full eye contact with Astrid; pointing at her. You smirked, placing your right arm in the air hearing everyone cheering you on. The song finished, so your coach took off your boxing jacket off (I don’t know the proper name😂).
You jumped a few times, you walked towards the middle meeting Astrid there. You heard the referee shear a few words, you looked at Astrid with killers eyes. You touched gloves and went your corner. Your coach shouted “go get her!” You nodded and once you heard the bell ring, it was show time.
You threw a few punches, dodged a few punches and continued to do so. You were starting to see Astrid’s weaker spots so you threw a few punches in those areas. You heard the first bell ring, going to your corner you were getting some water and some medical attention before the next round. You heard JJ shout so you looked over and saw him say “time to knock her out! Get her for me!” You nodded. Getting up, you heard the ring of the bell.
Walking over, you started throwing punches. See her arms more dropped you went in for the kill. You threw a fake jab with your right then a real one with your left, a lower hook with your left then a strong right over hook to her temple. Watching her drop to the ground, then the ref ran over and waved his arms in the air. This is it, you won. Running over to your corner you jumped up onto the ropes. You punched the air, excited you did what you do best. You saw JJ run over and jumped up to get to you. You were pulled into a hug he shouted “Well done! You did it!” You smiled widely as you heard the stadium cheering and screaming your name. Your coach took off your gloves and pointed towards the referee. All your hard work paid off.
You walked back over to the middle, seeing Astrid back up and standing next to the referee which who was holding her wrist. He then grabbed onto your wrist, standing there. Moments later, you heard “and the winner is…Y/n ‘the reaper’ Y/l/n!”
You jumped up and down happy you have won, you looked over to Astrid and shook her hand. You said “well done,“ She nodded and said “congratulations.”
You ran over to JJ which pick you up and hugged you tightly.
You were back in your changing room, you met up with all the boys and the girls. You heard them all cheer as you hug everyone. You thanked your coach for helping you make this possible. You looked at JJ which held your face. He pulled you in and gave you the most passionate and loving kiss ever. He placed his forehead against yours and spoke “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
*time skip to few weeks later*
@Y/n.instagram
Guess who’s got a ring around their finger👰♀️💍🤍
Liked by: Ksi, wroetoshaw, tobjizle and more…
@Ksi: love you forever ❤️
–@Y/n.instagram: love you even more!❤️
Simon: can’t wait for the wedding
–@Y/n.instagram: 🩵
@taliamar: gonna make me cry again 😭
– @Y/n.instagram: stop, your gonna make me cry again too😂😭
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Wedding Dress
Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
-Description: You and Spencer are engaged. When you found the perfect wedding dress, you had to make a hard decision.
-Warnings: Fluffiness, language, mention of smut
-Word count: 1528
-Note: A brand new story for my wonderful readers! My requests are open, so feel free to send them in. This one was again inspired by a Friends episode. Enjoy! Friends - 7x17
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Y/N POV:
I was beyond excited to become soon Mrs. (Y/N) Reid. With our wedding soon approaching, I needed a wedding dress. So, I took the girls out to go wedding dress shopping.
'OMG! You look so beautiful!'
'So gorgeous!' they all exclaimed, seeing me in a beautiful, white wedding dress. It was perfect.
'OMG! I'm gonna cry!' they all exclaimed, seeing me in a beautiful, white wedding dress. It was perfect.
'This is it. Yeah, this is the one.' I stated, confidently, admiring the fabric hugging my body.
'I can't believe I found it.'
'Wow, you look so beautiful. If I knew you, I'd cry.' a woman walked the room in, laying eyes on the dress.
'I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Ball like a baby.' I joked, earning a giggle.
'I'm Meghan Bailey.'
'Have you found your dress?' I asked, as she sighed.
'These dresses are amazing... But I couldn't afford one.'
'I can't either. I'm here to figure out which one I want, then I'll get it at Kleinman's. They're having a huge sale.' I told her my little secret, seeing her face light up.
'Thanks for the tip!'
'When are you getting married?'
'I'm not. I just like to try these on.'
'I do the same thing.' Emily confessed, before seeing Meghan's straight face.
'I'm just kidding. I'm getting married July 25.'
'I'm just kidding too!' she tried to laugh it off, trying to save her from the awkwardness. I giggled.
'When are you getting married?' Meghan asked me.
'May 15.'
'Who's your band?'
'My fiance wants The Swing Kings.'
'You're lucky. My fiance wants the heavy metal band, Carcass.' she answered, with a somewhat unhappy look.
At that moment, another woman walked through the room, holding another wedding dress.
'Oh, don't buy that here. Now that you know what you want,
go to Kleinman's. This place is so overpriced.' Emily told her, the lady giving her an ungrateful look.
'I own this store.'
'So does this come in another color, or...?' she tried, but it was too late. When the store owner was gone, we couldn't hold our laughs anymore.
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Day of the sale:
We were two days later, the day of the sale. It was really important to me to get that wedding dress, it was literally perfect. When me and the three girls arrived at the store, just a few minutes before opening time, we weren't that shocked that there were so many people. Women, to be specifically. I turned around to face JJ, Emily and Penelope, catching their attention.
'Listen up. There's usually only one dress in each size. So when they open those doors, fan out. This is what you're looking for. Memorize it.' I showed a picture of the dress.
'When you locate the dress, blow on these, all right? Three sharp blasts. When you hear it, come running.' I gave them all a flute. I may be overreacting, but this dress was just perfect and what could I care what others were thinking.
The moment was approaching. The big doors went open and all the women ran inside the store. We split up, as I quickly ran to a rack of wedding dresses.
'Not it. Not it. Not it.' I spoke to myself, going through the clothes, until I saw it.
'This is it! This is the dress! It's perfect!' I exclaimed, the fabric in my hands, as suddenly it got pulled by the other side.
'I'm sorry, this one's taken!' I tried to say, but got pulled over to the other side of the rack. With the dress still in my hand, I recognized her.
'Meghan!'
'(Y/N)!'
'You came!'
'Yeah!'
'This is my dress!' I said, happily.
'No!'
'Yes it is. You saw me wearing it.'
'And now you'll see me buying it.' I was shocked. I felt betrayed. That bitch.
'You freak! You wouldn't even know about this place without me.'
'Look, you don't want to fight me.' she said, confident as ever.
'Maybe I do. I'm not alone!' I threatened, before giving her a slight push, just hard enough to let her hands drop the dress, running of to the checkout, while blowing on my flute. The girls came running towards me, and after paying, we went quickly to the car, just to be sure, and drove off to my apartment.
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We plopped satisfied on my couch, glad we survived that chaos. Just when I had finished, telling them what had happened, my phone began to rang.
'Hello? What? You what? You listen here, missy!' and she hung up, leaving me mad.
'That was Meghan. She booked The Swing Kings on the day of our wedding, and said I couldn't have them back unless I gave her the dress!'
'That bitch!' Emily scolded, everyone nodding in agreement.
'What am I gonna do? That's the dress! That is the dress! Spencer wants the band. What do I do?' I rambled on, feeling defeated. Completely defeated.
'Figure out a way to talk him out of it.' JJ suggested, which was a good idea. I mean, how important can that band be?
'Okay, but I need your guys help.'
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We were a few hours further, when the door swung open, revealing my fiance entering our home. After hanging up his coat, he came to the living room.
'Hey! And what are you guys talking about?' he greeted us, placing a quick kiss on my lips while sitting down next to me.
'We're talking about The Swing Kings. And wondering whether they're the right way to go.' I told him, before Penelope went on:
'I went to a wedding once where they had swing music. And two months later, the couple divorced. I'm not saying there's any connection here. But they did tell me that's why they got divorced.'
'But I love swing music!' Spencer exclaimed, a little confused.
'But The Swing Kings? They suck so much that people die at their concerts. They just stop living.' Emily tried an attempt.
'All I know is that when (Y/N) and I went to see them, we had fun. And there's another reason.' suddenly he became all shy and nervous.
'Well, what is the other reason?'
'I-I don't want to say.' he stammered, fidgeting with his hands.
'What is it, love?' I tried again, this time getting an answer out of him.
'It's just, while (Y/N) and I were dancing to them... It was the first time I knew that... You were the woman that I wanted to dance all my dances with.' he stared at me, my heart fluttering from his sweet comment. I smiled, giving a squeeze in his hand. I rested my head on his shoulder, knowing deeply that I have to give up the dress.
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Time went by, and before we knew it, it was already evening. Everyone left, leaving my soon-to-be husband and myself in the apartment. In the meanwhile, I had called Meghan back and gave her what she wants. The compromise was that I would return the dress to Meghan. In fact, I was going to do that, but that didn't stopped me from wearing it one last time.
'(Y/N)? Are you okay?' I heard Spencer call me from through the bedroom door.
'Don't come in here!'
'Why, do you have another boyfriend in there?' he joked, as a smirk was plastered on my lips, playing along.
'No. We only mess around at his place.'
'I started it, but now it's scaring me, so could you come out here, please?' I giggled at his response, imagining his facial expressions. I could almost see the worry on his face, but yet I couldn't open the door.
'No, I'm wearing a wedding dress.'
'You got a wedding dress?'
'Yeah, but I'm not keeping it.'
'Then why can't I see it?' I thought for a moment, deciding he can.
'Oh. I guess you can. But I have to return it, so you can't like it.'
'Okay, I promise. I'll hate it.' I opened the door, when Spencer's face dropped.
'Wow. You look hideous.' he tried, but it didn't took a profiler to see how beautiful he found it.
'Really?'
'Yeah. That's like the most ugliest dress I've ever seen. Why do you have to return it?'
'Because it doesn't really fit.' I lied.
'Oh, by the way, I booked The Swing Kings.' his face light up, while his eyes remained on me.
'Oh, that's great. Thanks.'
'But that dress is terrible. It makes me want to rip it off you.'
'Okay!' I answered more quickly than I intended to.
'But you can't rip it.' I took his hand, dragging him into the bedroom, before stopping a moment.
'Well, maybe a little.'
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so many thoughts about basketball player!abby and her chubby gf </3 i loooove seeing abby x plus size gf it speaks to me as a plus size girly!!!!!
nonnie I literally think about this all the time. if anyone wants more basketball! abby just in general, @elskittie literally writes her soooo well. ik I rec kittie all the time, it will probably happen again.
but if we’re talking about basketball abby with a chubby girl. oh man. ohhhhhh man. so I imagine (read: know) that she is one of those buff people who just fuxking adores fat girls. thinks they’re the cutest, puts their strength to good use, loves how soft they are.
so when u and her get together? she’s head over heels from the jump man. she loves how you balance each other out. She’s hard and you’re soft, and it makes for the most heavenly cuddling on the planet. She literally can’t get enough, always has at least one hand on you at all times. and her hands!! her huge, warm, calloused hands always feel so good when she squishes ur hips. Is always kneading at some part of ur body, usually ur hips, thighs, and (if u let her) ur tummy. Loves the feel of ur soft arms around her when u hug, loves laying on ur tummy n chest when u cuddle. And that’s just your body, don’t get her started on how much she loves you and your mind and your personality, she will literally never shut up.
she defends you to the ends of the universe, anyone who is unfortunate enough to get caught talking shit about you or your relationship gets the shit scared out of them. not that many people would mess with her anyways, considering she’s 6’0 of pure muscle and one hell of a mean mug. dating her means you can wear literally whatever you want without fearing your gonna get bullied. literally the definition of “wear what u want baby, I can fight”. this is also coincides with her constant desire to show you off. she loves walking into rooms and having you at her side, telling everyone that you’re her girl and she is yours. walks around campus with so much pride, especially when you feel extra pretty n confident that day. she just fucking loves you man, and she loves seeing you feel your best. and just seeing you in general.
she especially loves when you come visit her at the end of practice. usually, your class ends around the time her practice does, and if it doesn’t you’ll hang out in the library until she’s ready to go. for a while you would hang out on the bleachers inside the gym, but abby got distracted one too many times, so you shifted to the library.
you always show up in ur lil skirts n shorts n dresses n thigh highs that squish into ur thighs, looking as beautiful as the day she met you. you wait patiently at the open doors, leaning against the doorframe n watching her as coach calls out the end of practice. immediately, she is flying towards you even if she saw you earlier in the day, a huge dorky grin on her face as she calls out your name. she always tries to hug u and u always direct her towards the locker room first bc she is such a lil stink. u do, however, give her a lil kiss before she goes off to shower. her teammates also love u, bc u have a habit of bringing them treats and they all love Abby, so they love u by extension. This also means u have an entire women’s basketball team ready to jump to your defense the second anyone starts shit.
like at parties, when straight men try to hit on you and you reject them, in which case they proceed to tell you how unattractive they think you are (which is bull, bc they were just flirting with u and anyways, you know you’re hot as hell). if Abby isn’t there to fuck them up, any of her teammates and her friends happily take up the call.
abby fucking adores her plus size girlfriend, would do literally anything for you. also loves taking you shopping and can I just say, clothes shopping with Abby Anderson would be a healing experience. Finds the best clothes, never lets you beat yourself up if something doesn’t fit, spares no expense in money or time if it means you can find clothes that fit. If you can’t find anything in store, will drop so much money making sure you can order stuff online, will sit with you while you try it all on. That surgeon’s daughter money really comes in handy when Abby wants to spoil her girl, and she always want to spoil her girl 💕
oh my god and can you imagine after a game. always gets you a court side seat, one of the many benefits of being the captain. Everytime she wins (which is almost always), she gives you the biggest hug and kiss On The Court, no matter who is looking. You are her girl and she’s gonna make sure everyone knows it. Literally picks u up, no problem, gives you a bone crushing hug every time, reveling in the feel of you and the way you praise her 💕
I’m literally so in love with her no one touch me
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I just wanted to tell you how much I adore your writing and characterizations for Hazbin Hotel! Vox is my favorite character and radiostatic my favorite ship and I keep finding myself revisiting your fics over and over again because of how wonderfully you portray them
I wanted to ask about any radiostatic/Vox-centric headcanons you might have floating around in your head?
Thank you! Sorry it took so long to respond! I was using this ask to cheer me up while I was grieving, so thank you for sending it! Vox is my favourite too! (Hence why I torture him)
Thank you so much for reading my fics ^-^ I'm so glad you've been enjoying them. I love reading comments and asks about them. Makes me feel giddy
I have a few! I also have a few secretive ones in my fic that will be mentioned here
Vox is FTM! He gives me those vibes and my sister agreed with me.
Vox being able to reproduce is another one. I don't really do Mpreg (I did once for my friend to make her feel better. It was Lorax x Jesus and never again) so don't expect to see any mpreg Vox, but he can. My headcanon is that a select few (specifically ones who despise children or have no desire to reproduce or are trans) are able to carry. All biological males are able to reproduce
Vox had heterochromia when he was alive! One blue and one brown
Vox has three sisters. One older and two younger. They're unnamed
Vox's dead name is Valerie! His nickname was 'Ree'.
Vox is bi demisexual specifically in my AU
Vox's sexual trauma is based off of mine and my friend's sexual trauma. She used to be a lot more sexual and now hides her body, while I am now more 'slutty' and tend to show off a bit more when I used to wear baggy clothes. We swapped personalities fr. It's why Vox is so hot and cold. One minute he feels confident- the next it's the wrong kind of attention and he covers up and hides himself
Vox isn't a blueblood because he's a sinner, but sometimes his blood bleeds cyan blue if he's charged up enough. It's why all his scars and scabs are cyan blue
Vox is technically Lucifer's adopted brother in my au and that makes him Charlie's uncle!
Vox's powers are fueled by attention. It's why he's so needy and public all the time. He needs attention to keep producing electricity for all of Hell
Vox's royalty rank falls under "brings joy to hell." That is his duty and what he does
Papermint has been in Hell longer than Vox
Vox spawned into Hell on Extermination Day
Vox found Velvette fighting for her life and he helped her. That's how they met. Vox still feels the need to protect her. He did not help her rise to Overlord though. He wanted her to do it herself
I mentioned in my fic that Alastor gave Vox a knife before they grew apart! That was Alastor's first courting gift to Vox, but neither Alastor nor Vox were aware
Alastor and Vox have the similar powers! The difference is Vox embraces it while Alastor prefers to keep it on the downlow. Alastor brought radiowaves to Hell while Vox brought electricity
Vox wears tight dresses occasionally to check his weight, yes Alastor found out and promptly tore up the dresses so Vox wouldn't starve himself
Alastor fell first and fell harder while Vox is a little oblivious
Alastor rejected Vox all those years ago because he didn't like the idea of 'sharing Vox' but wasn't going to force Vox to pick between him and Valentino
Alastor regrets not making Vox pick
Vox had a scar on his eyebrow when he was alive
That's all I can think of at the top of my head!
#hazbin hotel#vox hazbin hotel#anonymous#radiostatic#hazbin hotel alastor#a month in rut#vylad's random headcanons#headcanons
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𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 - 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚
Summary: Where a game of truth or dare ends with your best friend sucking your tits
Dom!Lisa x Sub!Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.
Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes
Words: 1.332
“Truth or dare, Y/n?” Jennie asks you as soon as the bottle pointing in your direction.
“Dare” after a few drinks of drink you feel confident enough to fulfill a challenge.
“I dare you to take off your shirt and show your tits to someone in this circle” the girl in front of you raises her eyebrows in a malicious mention. “You can choose whoever you want…”
You just watch around you, not that you have forgotten, but to make a decision that maybe you do not regret it. As you looked at your left, your eyes fall on your best friend, Lisa.
Best friends change together, right? Best friends go to the bathroom together, sleep together... show a part of your body for someone you trust so much would not be a problem.
Turning your body, you look at Lisa that gives you a little smile assuring you that everything is fine. In a quick movement, you take off your blouse showing the top of your naked body. This night you did not bother to wear a bra.
Lisa does not take her eyes off your skin, as if she were hypnotized. Without blinking once, she is taken from her thoughts when you put your clothes back.
“Something interesting?” Jennie asks Lisa who is distracted by taking her drink to moisturize her throat that was suddenly dry.
“They are wonderful. Someone dares me to bite them” she says with a smile aside sending you a wink. You try your maximum to contain your shyness.
After a few more questions and dares fulfilled, everyone decides to stop the playing. Tired of the position where you sat for so long, you decide to sit on the black couch in the living room of Jennie's house. Your best friend sits at your side and talks to you for the first time after seeing you semi-naked.
“Do you want to leave?”
Without taking your eyes off the floor, you shrug your shoulders without knowing if there is still something else to do or if you are tired enough to lie down on your bed and sleep.
“Did you really mean that?” you ask after a few minutes of silence and finally looking into Lisa's eyes.
“About what?”
“When I fulfilled the challenge of taking off the blouse” somehow you're still ashamed of what happened, but a part of you want to know if she feels some kind of attraction for you.
“Maybe... will you get mad if I say yes?”
“I don’t know” you really do not know, but you want to know where this conversation goes.
“Honestly, I would not mind touching you this way if you wanted” she laughs, maybe it's by the way you looked at her or by what she just said. “Y/n, you do not have to take it so seriously, I do not want to make you uncomfortable or that it affects our friendship.”
You look at the wall behind your friend while several thoughts pass through your head at once. You can see that the little alcohol that you ingested increases your self-esteem.
“But what if it does not affect our friendship?”
“What are you talking about?” she looks at you confused.
“What if you want to fulfill the dare of biting them now and our friendship continues the same?”
“First, you know that our friendship would not continue the same because if I do this once, more and more we would want more and this will leave our control. Second that you must have been too drinking to want this now”
“You and I know that I did not drink that much, Lili” Lili, the nickname you use when you want your best friend to do something for you.
“Y/n, do not start…”
“So you propose a dare and now you do not want to fulfill? Are you scared?” you ask with a mocked tone.
“I do not want to ruin our friendship, I don’t know if I support the idea of losing you forever”
“You will not lose me” you assure her with one hand on her arm.
“Are you sure you want it?”
“Lisa, stop being so polite for once and do the dare” your words cause a smooth effect that until then you did not know.
Quickly she glues her lips on yours, with one of her hands holding firmly on the back of your neck so you do not move away. The kiss is quick and desperate, as if she wanted this for years.
She descends the kisses to your neck, biting lightly and gently passing her tongue in your clavicle. Even if you are a little afraid for a few minutes ago the room is full of people, it seems that in a few seconds all they left or erased in separate places from the house, giving you free access to moan and enjoy the moment as much as you want.
For the second time at night you feel your T-shirt being taken from your body and the warm hands of Lisa covering your breasts. Slowly, as if she wanted to save every detail in her memory, she squeezes them lightly. Raising her head to give you another kiss as sure you want to continue, she slips her soft lips on your sensitive nipple.
Automatically you throw your head back and positions one of your hands in her hair. She sucks, bite and circulates it with her tongue. After a few minutes, she swapped sides and plays with what was in her mouth with her hand. With the other hand, she strokes your belly, feeling your skin shiver, she downs her hand little and stops before the buttons in your pants.
“Do you want me to continue?” you confirm with your head, not trusting in your voice that can be trembling or weak for the pleasure you are feeling.
“Come here” she positions you on her lap, with both legs on the same side and allowing you to pass one of your arms behind her neck.
She goes back to sucking the breast closer to her face and her hand returns to where she was, sliding calmly into your wet panties.
You groan a little higher by the contact of her fingers on your clit. With circular movements, it leaves you more and more excited, causing you to buck your hips involuntarily.
Your friend goes down a little more and finds your entrance, teasing you and making you throw the hips forward in order to make her finally stick her fingers inside you.
“So wet. Who made you wet like this, huh?”
“You” It's your weak answer when you feel two fingers coming in and out of you.
You do not care more who can or not listen to you, the euphoria your best friend is making you feel is absurd.
Hiding your face in Lisa's neck, you moan and want to reach your pleasure as fast as possible to reach again and again until eternity.
“Are you going to cum in my hand? Are you going to cum and let me feel the taste of your pretty little pussy?” she asks increasing the speed of her fingers and making the palm of her hand deliciously touch your clit.
Your moans are uncontrollable and your body begins to tense on the lap of Lisa.
“I'm going to cum” you say “I'll cum, I'll cum, I'll cum” and you cum hard, as if your soul came out of your body for a few seconds.
When you open your eyes, you can see Lisa sucking her fingers as if it were the most tasty thing in the world.
“Delicious, as I imagined” she smiles as she takes a few hair strands that stuck on your face.
“You were right, I want to do it again and maybe this will get out of our control” you say and she laughs.
“Is not me who will complain about having to do it again”
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