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ellemj · 2 months

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Off-Limits: Ch. 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mafia AU

Summary: Bucky Barnes wants the one thing he can't have, and he'll go to great lengths to get what he wants. The tension between the two of you makes it impossible for him to think rationally.

Warnings: profanity, possessive!Bucky, mentions of firearms, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I've been thinking about writing something like this for a few weeks but I'm typically not an AU kinda girl so stick with me. Bucky is intentionally out of character in this but hopefully a few of you will like him this way. Also, THANK YOU ILY for the little bullets and foliage art for my timeskips @littlemiss-yeehaw. She is an angel, an inspiration, I love her.

Off-limits. Nothing has ever pissed James Bucky Barnes off more than the phrase off-limits. The fact that it’s you who’s been labeled off-limits only adds to the fiery rage that’s steadily growing inside of him.

Bucky leans back in his desk chair, running his flesh hand through his hair while he goes over his options in his mind. He could just take you. He could give a few orders and have you in front of him by nightfall, though he isn’t quite sure how he feels about starting a war simply because he’s thinking with his cock rather than his head. He could have a sit-down meeting with the man he detests most in this world, the man who currently has total control over your future. He could make an offer, bargain for the right to have you to himself. No, that sounds too polite.

The sound of a fist rapping against the heavy wooden door of his office breaks Bucky out of his thoughts.

“You told me to come back at eight, so here I am. What did you decide?” Sam asks, shutting the door behind him after entering. He’s itching to do something, anything. His life has been hell ever since Bucky first laid eyes on you. It’s as if the entire fucking operation dropped to the bottom of the totem pole while you rose to the top. It would be great if he could bash a few heads in, fire a few rounds, and deliver you to his boss tonight so he could fuck away whatever this newfound obsession is and get back to being the cunning, ruthless mob boss he’s meant to be.

“We’re paying my least favorite lowlife a visit.”

Just like that, James Bucky Barnes and his entourage of over-eager gunmen are on their way to your house, to see your father.

As you tiptoe down the mahogany stairs of your childhood home, your bare feet just barely gracing each step, you forget for a moment that you’re not a little girl anymore. You can hear the distant sound of low voices and tense discussion coming from your father’s home office near the bottom of the staircase. When you were younger, those sounds would’ve had the hair on the back of your neck standing up and you would’ve been hightailing it right back to your bedroom. You’re not so timid anymore. The man already holds your entire life in the palm of his hand, molding and shaping it however he sees fit. What’s the point in trying to abide by his rules when it’ll never get you anything other than exactly what he wants for you? So, you continue your daring trip to the kitchen, with the hem of your oversized t-shirt skimming along the skin beneath the curve of your ass and your heart set on a late-night snack.

Bucky sits across from your father’s desk, his jaw aching due to the number of times he’s caught himself clenching his teeth together during the past hour of deliberations. As he lifts his hand to massage the sore muscle along the side of his face, he hears the sound of a wooden floorboard creaking somewhere outside of the room that he currently sits in. He shifts his gaze around the room, noting the way his own men, your father, and your father’s men all seem oblivious to the miniscule noise that came from somewhere in the house.

“It doesn’t matter how long we sit here and go through this. My daughter is not getting married, she isn’t on the table.” Your father’s tone, though resolved and sure, doesn’t match the look in his eye. It’s a look that lets Bucky know you’re not actually off the table, he just hasn’t made the right offer yet. The words echo in his head for a moment: on the table.

Fuck. If he sits here for another second, picturing you physically on top of a damn table, he might make an unreasonable offer just to turn that fantasy into a reality. It’s what prompts Bucky to rise to his feet suddenly, reaching into the pocket of his black suit pants to retrieve his phone and act as if he’s going to make a call, maybe a call to check on things within his business to see what else he can offer the piece of shit who sits in front of him. In reality, he’s making up an excuse to get the hell out of that stuffy office and clear his mind just enough to close the deal.

“Let me make a call.” Bucky says evenly, shooting your father a steely look. Your father leans back in his desk chair, relaxing for the first time since his rival showed up on your doorstep an hour ago. When Sam and Torres make moves to follow Bucky out of the office, Bucky holds up a hand, signaling for them to stop. “Stay, I won’t be long.”

Leaving his suit jacket draped over the back of the armchair he had been sitting in, Bucky steps out of the office and guides the door to shut as quietly as possible. It’s fucked up, what he’s doing here. He knows that good and well. Offering large sums of money, offering obscene amounts of quality product, offering a damn near eternal truce in the streets…all to have a woman he barely knows. As his eyes adjust to the darkness of his enemy’s home, he casts a glance up the staircase by the office door, wondering if you’re awake up there. Are you sitting in your posh bedroom without a single worry plaguing your pretty little mind? Are you sleeping soundly as he barters with your father for the right to have you all to himself? Or are you thinking about him too, about the handful of times you’ve run into each other over the past two months?

Shaking his head to clear his mind of all thoughts of you, Bucky takes a few steps to his left and turns the corner at the bottom of the stairs, entering the kitchen soundlessly. That’s where he finds you, hidden behind the open refrigerator door as you rummage around for a snack. He sees your bare legs first, peeking out beneath the half-door. He clenches his teeth and tightens his grip on the phone in his right hand simultaneously. It fucking hurts just to look at you.

“Your father lets you walk around like that with guests in the house?” He seethes. Startled, you shove the refrigerator door shut just before dropping the container of blueberries in your hand. As the plastic container goes crashing to the kitchen floor, blueberries scatter around your feet. James. When your eyes land on him, you can see the look of disdain all over his face. He despises you, you’re sure of it. Never one to take shit from a man, you narrow your eyes at him before crouching down and positioning yourself on your knees. Bucky watches intently as you pick up the blueberries one by one, placing them back into the plastic container.

“I don’t think my father considers you a guest.” You whisper the insult just loud enough for him to hear it, but not loud enough for your voice to carry over to your father’s office. Bucky’s squeezing his phone so tightly in his hand that he’s already thinking about having to send someone out to pick up a new one for him tomorrow, because surely, he’s shattering the screen of it. It isn’t your cute little attempt at a comeback that’s irking him. It’s the fact that you’re still on your knees, with your t-shirt riding up your thighs and your eyes lifting to meet his gaze as if you have no idea what effect you’re having on him. He’s sure you aren’t that naïve, which means you’re doing this shit on purpose.

“Get up.” He says through his teeth. You narrow your eyes at him before cocking your head to the side and picking up another fallen berry. It’s a test. He wants to see if you’ll listen to him. The way Bucky sees it, if you listen to his command and stand up, he’ll feel a bit better about going to all of this trouble to have you. It would tell him that although you’re defiant and like to talk back, you still know how to do what you’re told. But if you don’t listen? He can think of a few enjoyable ways to break you of that bad habit.

“What would my father do if he knew you were in here telling me what to do?” The question leaves your lips with the intention of being threatening, but Bucky’s hard stare and cold expression melds into a look of mild amusement. You pick up one of the last few remaining blueberries and drop it into the plastic container, keeping your gaze steady on the cold-blooded man a few feet in front of you. You watch with masked curiosity as he tucks his phone into the pocket of his suit pants and begins rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. He notices the way your eyes fixate on his black and gold arm, the way you almost seem fascinated by it. When he uses his metal hand to roll up the sleeve on his right arm, your focus shifts to the tattoos covering the majority of his flesh forearm. It isn’t your eyes that tell Bucky you like what you see. It’s the way you subtly clench your thighs together as you drop another berry into the container. You don’t shy away, you don’t move even an inch as he begins walking toward you. Even when he comes to a stop in front of you, close enough that the toes of his dress shoes are nearly touching your knees, you stay where you are. You look up at him through your lashes without tilting your head upward, refusing to move any more than just your eyes for a man that you know would take a mile if you gave him an inch.

“What would your father do if he knew you were on your knees in front of me?” He lifts his flesh hand toward your face, expecting you to flinch away or refuse his touch, but you don’t even blink as he lets his fingertips trace the curve of your jaw. He drags his fingers downward, until he’s in the right spot to curl them beneath your chin and force you to tilt your head up for him. Again, you don’t resist him. “Get out of here before someone else sees you like this.”

It isn’t at all what Bucky wanted to say to you, not even close. But it was what needed to be said. If anyone else had walked out of your father’s office and stolen the privilege of seeing you looking so pretty on your knees like that, he would’ve shot them dead right there in the kitchen. Whether it was one of your father’s men or his own, he wouldn’t have given a shit. So, Bucky lets his hand fall away from your chin, but he doesn’t step away. You reach down for the container of blueberries and grasp it in your right hand as you move to stand, keeping your eyes locked on Bucky’s the entire time. You want to shove him, to tell him he has no right to tell you what to do, especially not in your father’s home. At the same time, you wouldn’t be opposed to tracing the tattoos on his flesh forearm with your lips. What is it about this man that makes your rational mind war with the rest of your body?

When you step around Bucky a second later, setting the container of blueberries on the island in the center of the kitchen before heading toward the stairs, he has to fight the urge to reach out and grab you. Not now, not yet. You’re not his yet. When you round the corner of the kitchen and begin tiptoeing up to your room, Bucky makes his way to the bottom of the stairs and watches you silently as you take each step. You don’t look back as you make it to the landing and turn right, disappearing behind a wall. When he hears the faint sound of your bedroom door closing, he reaches into the back pocket of his suit pants and retrieves a small silver cylinder. It sits heavy in his hand as he pulls his gun from the back waistband of his pants. As Bucky screws the silencer onto the barrel of his gun, a distant voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him to be rational about this. Don’t do it. Don’t go to such insane lengths for a woman you don’t even know. Don’t spill blood on these nice mahogany floors.

When he enters the office a few seconds later, he fires two shots. The first into the shoulder of your father’s righthand man, and the second into the thigh of the other hired gun. His face is emotionless as he steps over their bloody, writhing bodies and presses the cool metal of the silencer against your father’s temple. Bucky only has to speak one sentence to let the man know that he isn’t to be fucked with.

“We make a deal tonight, or I make your daughter an orphan.”

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timmyyyturner · 14 days

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Dm's: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

TW: Alcohol.

jasontodd: I'm in love with you.

y/nl/n: i literally have no idea who you are.

It started a few months ago when you were followed by some random guy on Instagram. He had a racking of 28 Million followers and you were just a girl with 2K posting GRWM's and make up tutorials.

jasontodd: you looked so pretty in your livestream like MARRY ME TF??? ♡ liked by y/nl/n

y/nl/n: thank you, baby ♡ liked by jasontodd

You didn't get why you were so special.

y/nl/n: *voice memo* I'm serious like is there a reason you think I'm soooo pretty? ♡ liked by jasontodd

jasontodd: Damn. Even your voice is hot.

jasontodd: I'm sorry for inhaling the same oxygen as you🙏

y/nl/n: LMAO

It was kinda cute, kinda stalkery. Every single thing you posted he liked, seconds after. Praising you like you were an absolute goddess. At first you thought maybe it was a fake account but no, he was the real deal (he sent you a picture of his ID with blurred out details). When you Googled his name, you didn't expect his adoptive dad to be the BRUCE WAYNE. You might not be Wayne obsessed but everyone in Gotham know who Bruce Wayne was.

jasontodd: You busy??????

y/nl/n: no, why?

It was late almost 3 in the morning and you'd been occupied by messaging some guy who slid into your dm's six months ago. You were surprised when a incoming video call notification popped up on your phone. You were hesitant to but answered it. "Hello?" His camera was moving a lot but it was quite on his side, you could hear how heavy his footsteps were. You were laying in bed cozied up holding your pillow in your arms, another propping up the phone.

"Gimme a second." You watched him set the camera up in his bathroom, toothbrush hunging from his mouth. "There." He continued brushing his teeth. "Where are you going dressed so handsomely?" He snickered. "Well, pretty lady. It's not where I am heading but where I've been. I just got home from a friends after party."

"Probably using the art of back bending to bring home chicks?" You tilted your head. "Unless the chick was you, pretty, Ion want her near me." You smiled, He yawned causing you to do the same. "Dick is making me brush my teeth cause I threw up in his car and now my breath stinks." You nodded, listening to his little rant. "He's getting me a bucket so I don't choke on my vomit in my sleep, how many people do you think died like that?"

"Well-" You attempted to answer but he cut you off unintentionally by throwing up off screen, thankfully before returning to the screen, rinsing his mouth and rebrushing his teeth. "Who's Azealia Banks? Is she a influencer?" You smiled. "She's in the music industry, a real controversial person." He hummed.

"Who are you talking to?" Jason picked up his phone. "My girlfriend and you can't see her cause she's mine, your brain will hurt with beauty." Jason kissed the screen before you heard Dick approach him. "C'mon Jay get in bed now."

"No." You watched Dick attempt drag Jason— who was throwing lowsy kicks and punches at Dick— to bed. You giggled watching the camera angle change in the hands of drunk Jason before the phone fell somewhere. "Get. In. Bed."

"No." It was funny hearing Jason have an actual sibling bond. "Fine, I'll just call in the big guns. ALFRED!" You could hear Jason mumble a 'fine' before a ruffling of blankets as he got in bed. "NOT ON YOUR STOMACH!" Dick yelled, picking up the phone, looking at you. You waved at him sweetly. "Jason, there's no way you pulled her. She's so pretty and nice and you're... Jason." Jason snatched the phone frowning. "I don't like you." Jason laid on his side, Dick was on his way out of the room before turning to Jason to say something. "Hey, Y/n, do you wanna get married tommorow?"

"Uhm, I'll discuss this with sober you, okay baby." Jason hummed. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" You smiled. "Okay." Dick smiled leaving the room.

He fell asleep a little over a hour later. You pressed a kiss to your screen before hanging up and going to bed. He woke up with a throbbing headache. He grabbed his phone seeing you posted on your story 30 minutes ago. He opened it seeing a picture of him and you on a video call. Did he call you last night?

"don't go! what if I choke on my drunk vomit and die?!" - jason todd. He chuckled reading that. He liked the story immediately getting a reply.

y/nl/n: alive then?

He smiled.

jasontodd: Sorry about last night lol.

y/nl/n: lol don't worry about it :))!

After that you sent him a picture of lots of you cooking, which he liked. What you did next though surprised him.

y/nl/n: 📍live location

y/nl/n: join me? we can discuss our marriage, boyfriend ;)

He never got out of bed faster.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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age gap and daddy kink with jake?! maybe human scientist and jake becomes obsessed with how small she is and he has her call him daddy all the time, even in front of others 🤭🫣

😩😩😩😩😩😩

The reason Jake had initially been drawn to you was because of how much you reminded him of Earth. Sure, he had many unpleasant memories about the place, but he also had some pretty amazing ones. And you, with your young, soft human body, less than half his size, almost fifteen years younger, your pretty little ribbons in your hair, the little skirts you wore—it drove him insane.

Part of him was just allured to you. He couldn't stay away.

He made his every intention very clear, with his every visit to the lab, his flirtatious touches on your back, your face, your thighs. He liked to flirt with you, like to make you blush, liked to toss in a dirty joke every now and then just so he could see you get all flustered over it.

It was pretty obvious you were into him as well. No surprise there, he'd pulled every trick in the book in hopes to catch your attention. And it had payed off.

Not a month after you two meet, Jake decides to visit you at the lab one night. He's surprised to find you all alone in your bedroom, curled up on the bed as you read, wearing a thin tank top and a pair of tiny shorts for pajamas.

He smirks at himself as he playfully knocks on the doorframe. You glance up, smiling softly when you see him.

“Jake,” you say, surprised. He can hear your heart begin to race, it makes him grin a cocky, sleek grin. “I wasn't expecting you.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles, his eyes studying your body, your thighs bare beneath your shorts, your nipples poking against your top. He doesn't even bother to hide it; he makes a show out of looking you up and down, his cock twitching when you blush and squirm under his gaze.

You stand from your bed, arranging your hair, licking your lips nervously before asking, “Do you need anything?”

Jake shakes his head, stepping into your room, towering way over you, his eyes still staring at you. “Just wanted to see ya, kid.”

Your blush deepens, obviously flattered and flustered. “Oh?”

Jake closes the bedroom door and walks past you, moving to sit on the bed, and he just studies your bedroom. Everything smells of you, everything is just so you...it makes something inside of him grow warm and also...a tad predatory, feral with the need to make you his.

“I been thinkin' 'bout you lately,” he admits, meeting your curious gaze. “Kinda hard to get a pretty thing like you outta my mind.”

You laugh, bashful, eyes darting to the floor, as you question, “What do you mean?”

Jake smiles, reaching for you, his huge hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You swallow, eyes growing wide, your breath hitching.

“Jake?” you question, pretty doe eyes fluttering down to his lips for a split second before you meet his gaze again.

His smirk grows. “C'mon, kid,” he chuckles. “Y'know I want ya. I've made it real fuckin' obvious, hm?” He leans closer to you, his breath fanning across your face. “The only question is if you'll have me.”

You raise an eyebrow, coy. “You're not wondering whether or not I want you?”

Jake laughs softly. “I know you want me, darlin'. I can smell it. I've been smelling it for weeks now.”

You look surprised for a split second before your expression turns embarrassed, and you smile at him gently. “Touché.”

Jake's eyes are having a hard time staying on your face. Your lips are just so close, so ready for him to kiss...

“Well?” he asks. “Are you going to stop me?”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him nervously. One of his enormous fingers taps you under your chin to make you glance up at him. “Hm?” he insists.

You shake your head. Breathlessly, you say, “I'm not gonna stop you.”

Jake smirks as he effortlessly picks you up and places you on his lap, his humongous thigh rubbing against your pussy through your shorts.

You gasp softly, placing your little hands on his shoulders. Jake's hands splay over your hips, rocking you front and back against the hard muscle of his thigh. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes widened as you watch him.

Jake licks your jaw and then kisses down your neck. He loves how tiny you are compared to him, how he's a whole lot fucking taller, a whole lot fucking stronger, a whole lot fucking bigger.

You feel like a rag doll in his grip, something he could just toss around and use, something so fragile and delicate in his rough, calloused hands.

Something he shouldn't have. Something too young and innocent and sweet for him. And yet, there's nothing stopping him from ruining you. So, he plans to do just that.

Ruin you. Make you his. His, his, his.

The mere idea has his cock hardening under his loincloth. It pokes against your thigh, and the feel of it—so large, so fucking enormous—makes you gasp.

Jake chuckles at your surprise, rubbing his massive hands on your thighs to soothe you. “It's okay. Relax, kid,” he says. “Nothing has to happen, alright?”

You meet your eyes with his, your gaze dark and sultry. “You're not gonna put it inside?” you question, sounding disappointed.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I don't think it'll fit in you, hon,” he tells you, fingers squeezing your thighs.

“But I want it inside,” you complain, making pretty puppy eyes at him. “Please?”

You're 22, Jake can't help himself. It's the fact that you're so young, that you can be so naive, that you're giving him the chance to corrupt you...He smirks. “'f you call me daddy, I might consider it, sweet.”

You blush softly, heart racing, but obey nonetheless. “Please, Daddy,” you say, and Jake's eyes flutter shut at the way the word leaves your pretty mouth.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bouncing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp quietly. “Yeah, 'm definitely going to put it inside.”

He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored the chance to fuck you and have you call him daddy.

He lifts you from his lap and places you on the bed. He undresses you, revealing your tits as he pulls your top off, then exposing your pretty pussy as he tugs your shorts away. He's delighted to find you're wearing a pair of pretty pink lace panties, tiny and soft, and his cock twitches at the sight.

“You got lube 'round here, darlin'?” he asks you as he curls his hands around your thighs, pushing them open before he leans his face into your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent.

You arch your back, gasping softly, and say, “In the—in the third drawer.”

Jake kisses your lower stomach, smirking, before he gets off the bed, moving to your desk. He opens the drawer and finds not only a bottle of lube, but also a pretty rabbit vibrator.

He can feel his body aching with lust. He chuckles, grabbing both the bottle and the toy, before turning to you.

You're on the bed, legs planted against the mattress, thighs spread, as you watch him. When you see what he has in his hand, your eyes widen.

“I-I forgot I left that in there,” you admit, your gaze locked on the vibrator.

Jake's grin grows cocky, spreading over his gorgeous face, making you drip even more. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he says, “Have you ever used this while thinkin' of me, angel?”

You swallow, a blush spreading across your face and neck, as you nod slowly. “Yes,” you reply.

Jake slaps your thigh sharply, making you gasp. “Yes, what?”

You correct, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better,” he allows, studying the vibrator for a moment before turning it on. As the toy rumbles quietly in your room, you clench your thighs together, doe eyes locked on his famished gaze. He pushes your legs open and places the toy against your pussy, the vibrations purring against you through your thin panties.

You groan, biting your lower lip, and Jake watches your pretty face. He hooks a finger around the edge of your panties and pulls them off, leaving your soaked pussy bare.

He then slides the toy between your folds, making you shudder, before he slides it in, the shaft slipping into you with ease, the little ear pressing against your clit.

“Wanna make you come 'fore I stick my cock in you, girl,” he hums, thrusting the toy in and out, the vibrations muffled by your soaked pussy.

You mewl, hands digging into the bed sheets below, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Why?” you complain. “Jus' fuck me.”

Jake chuckles, simply fucking you with the toy, knowing he has to get you all nice and open if he plans on filling you up. “Trust me, hm? Trust daddy, baby.”

You nod. “I-I trust you,” you promise. “But I want your cock, Daddy. I just need you.”

“Shh,” Jake coos, kissing your calf. “I'll make it worth your while, kid.”

You nod again, allowing him to fuck you with the toy. Your pussy clenches tight around the object, your slick dripping down your thighs to the bed.

The vibrations are quick to make you weak, easily causing your pleasure to grow at a merciless rate. It has you gasping and moaning, the toy making the ecstasy coil low in your stomach.

Jake's predatory eyes are locked on your cunt, on how the toy slips inside you with ease, how your slick drips out slowly, the scent thick.

You glance down. When you see the look in Jake's eyes, a shudder slides up your body, making you moan.

He smirks at himself, placing soft, wet kisses across your thighs, licking your skin. He revels in the way you jerk at his touch, in the way you roll your hips against the toy.

“Daddy,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Daddy!”

You start to tremble, the pleasure making your body quiver. Your pussy is so wet, the toy causes it to squelch as Jake fucks you with the vibrator. He drags his canines over the skin of your thigh, making you mewl.

“Fuck!” you cry, gasping. “Daddy! Please!” you beg.

“I know, girl,” Jake says, gently biting your inner thigh, making you squeal. “I know. Come for me, angel. Come for daddy.”

You whimper, back arching as the pleasure rattles your every nerve. It grows within you, stretching out all over your body, and then your orgasm crashes over you, making you mewl. You gasp, writhing, as Jake drags your pleasure out, helping you ride out your high on the toy.

You're so sensitive, and Jake just keeps the toy inside you, still turned on, which makes you cry. “No! 's too much, Daddy. Please.”

Jake chuckles softly as he pulls the toy out of you. He turns it off and then licks it, tasting your arousal.

His cock is impossibly hard, balls aching with the need to spill their load inside your pretty, tiny pussy.

He removes his loincloth which is sticky with the precum that drips from the tip of his cock. Your eyes are quick to fall to his naked body, eyes widening at his width, and his length.

You're a little nervous about it fitting, a little nervous about it hurting, but the sight of it, the knowledge of how much bigger Jake is than you makes you excited, your body already growing aroused again.

Jake grabs the bottle of lube in his hand and spills a generous amount on his cock, smearing it all over his shaft. Then he spills some on your pussy, working it around your entrance with his thick fingers.

Your eyes are wide, chest heaving and falling with each heavy breath.

Jake runs the huge head of his cock between your folds before prodding at your entrance. He holds your gaze, saying, “'f you want me t'stop, you tell me right away, kid.”

You nod. “Okay,” you reply, breathless.

And then Jake's sinking into you, his cock forcing you open. Pain rings through your body as he stretches you out. You gasp, mewling softly, little tears forming in the corner of your eyes. And then, the head of his cock pushes inside you, making you jerk, and the pain dissipates.

Jake's ears are flattened against his head, your tiny pussy so fucking tight and warm around him. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, studying your face.

You nod gently, body rolling in search of more friction. “Deeper,” you beg.

Jake chuckles softly before he carefully sinks the rest of his cock into you. At first, you think he really won't fit. But then, slowly, your pussy stretches more, taking him��all of him. Next thing you know, Jake's hips meet yours, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so big, so fucking enormous. He dwarfs you, his body so much larger, his strength outweighing yours by a long shot.

Jake grabs you by the thighs and lifts you until your ass is resting on his lap. Then, he starts thrusting into you, which makes you cry out, tears of pleasure spilling from your pretty eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Oh, you're so good, angel. Look at this pretty pussy, taking me like it was made for me. Goddamn.”

“Daddy,” you cry. “Fuck! 's so good!”

Jake watches you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes shut tight, pretty tears staining down your face. You're so tiny, so small, your pussy barely able to fit him. He loves it.

“You're my good girl, aren't you?” he says, licking his lips. “My pretty girl.”

“Yes!” you gasp, trembling, his cock bruising your insides, your womb almost purring from how stuffed you are. “Yes, Daddy!”

The nickname makes Jake grunt, cock twitching inside of you. It's something about the way you say it, about how beautiful you are, about how your doe eyes don't give away a single drop of this dirty side of yours.

“So fuckin' gorgeous,” he says. The sound of skin on skin loud in your room. His balls slap against your puffy folds, making you squeal. His cock drags against your g-spot with ease, and you squirm under him. “So fuckin' perfect f'r me, kid.”

“'m yours!” you gasp, toes curling. “Daddy, 'm yours!”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I know you are, kid. I know you're mine,” he replies, one of his enormous hands splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. You gasp as you feel even fuller, Jake's cock ready to sink right into your womb.

You tighten around Jake and he groans, digging his fingers into your delicate thighs, surely bruising the flesh. Under the palm of his massive hand, he can feel his cock bulging in your womb, rocking back and forth with every thrust. There's something about how dirty it all is, how you're letting him fuck you when he's almost double your fucking size, that drives him feral.

He bares his teeth, hissing in ecstasy, sharp canines showing. You peek your eyes open to look at him, and it's the way he's so fucking predatory at times, how he looks insanely feral, almost out of control that has you close to the edge.

“Daddy!” you mewl, trembling. “Fuck! Fuck!” Stars are glowing behind your eyelids, your ears are ringing, and every rough thrust of Jake's knocks the air from your lungs.

“Goddamn, 'm so deep in you,” Jake groans, your gummy walls clamping down on him. “So deep in this pretty pussy. Fuck.”

You cry out, sobbing from the bliss. “Please! Need y'to make me come!” you beg, your entire body quaking from the unbearable pleasure. It coils low in your stomach, stretching out, feeling like liquid fire that sears your womb in the best way.

“I know, kid. Imma make you come, alright?” he promises. “You're gonna come all over my cock, 'nd then I'm gonna fill y'up.”

You mewl at his words, pussy growing tighter, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “You like that idea? You want daddy t'fill you up with his cum? Hm?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, tears blurring your vision as you try to meet Jake's gaze. “Daddy! Make me come! Please! 'm so close.”

Jake keeps his thrusts steady, placing his thumb over your clit and giving the little nub some much-deserved attention. You squeal at the sensation, the fire within you spreading all across your skin until you feel like you're going to lose consciousness. And just when you think you can't take anymore, when you feel like you're going to die, you come, squirting all over Jake. Your orgasm wrecks you, leaves you only half-awake, stars dancing behind your eyelids, black crowding at the edges of your vision.

Jake gasps softly as you come, his eyes trained on your slick that drips down his hips from your orgasm. You're so tight around him, so small and warm—

His orgasm crashes over him, making him shudder and grunt, “God fucking damn.” His load spills into you, thick ropes of cum that spurt right into your womb, his balls releasing all of his seed into your eager cunt.

You gasp at the sensation, but are too weak to do anything but lie there and take it.

As you two come down from your highs, Jake pulls out of you gently, watching his cum torrent out of you, dribbling to the bed sheets below.

Jake kisses your body softly, gently, and asks, “You okay, baby?”

You nod, breathing heavily, still too fucked out to talk.

Jake tends to you the rest of the night, massaging your muscles, kissing your skin, cleaning you up.

And ever since then, he can't stay away from you. He just about spends more time in the lab than he does in the forest. He loves taking you with him to the village. He'll hold your tiny hand in his huge one and lead you through the wonders of Pandora.

And what's more, he doesn't respond to any other nickname from you if it's not daddy. At the beginning, he settled for you calling him daddy only in the bedroom. But then, one day, it slipped out of you while you were visiting the village. Ever since, Jake insists on you calling him daddy for anything and everything.

He likes it. Likes how it emphasizes the fact that you're his. That he's the only one who gets to hold you, kiss you, fuck you, love you.

He loves that everyone can tell you're his.

Daddy's little girl.

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I just want to call Jake daddy, is that too much to ask?????!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

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lovebugism · 1 year

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Some blurb with grumpy fem reader and sunshine eddie?

He's constantly flirting with her and she only teases him or talking him down.

One time some cheerleader trying to flirt with Eddie and reader is so possesive, taking his hand and walking away. Eddie is wide-eyed, big smirk on his face and going after her with jumpy steps full of joy.

✶ ┄ SHE'S SO UNUSUAL !

summary: eddie's pretty sure he's loved you since the day he met you. you're pretty sure love is a neurochemical con job pairing: eddie munson / f!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: none? maybe just the faintest hint of angst? a/n: let's play a game of spot the steven universe reference because a clip popped on my tiktok fyp a couple days ago and even though i've never seen it, i simply haven't been able to stop thinking about it <3 anyways thanks so much for your request! hope you enjoy!

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Eddie’s pretty sure he’s loved you since before he understood what the word really meant. He didn’t know a lot of things, really, especially not as a lanky-limbed teenager trying hopelessly to navigate puberty in a world filled with assholes and uncertainty.

The only thing he could be certain of was all the love he had for you.

He’s seventeen and hopelessly stupid and you’re beautiful and eons out of his league. He concludes that having the majority of your gen-ed classes has to be fate and that making fun of you is the easiest way to talk to you without feeling like he needs to throw up.

So he takes to bothering you every day before class and sitting at the table beside you — despite the fact that it had been assigned to someone else at the beginning of the school year — until the teacher ultimately gives up and lets him sit next to you. He pokes fun at your Blondiemerch and how the same She’s So Unusual Cyndie Lauper cassette has been in your walkman for a week straight and the way you dot your eyes with pretty little hearts.

Every joke is sprinkled with the faintest hint of truth, though.

He tells you that he hates Blondie but that the shirt looks good on you, because everything you wear looks good on you. He says it’s hilarious that you can’t seem to listen to anything other than Cyndie Lauper but that he understands because he’s been obsessed with Metallica lately — and that he’d love to show you some of their music sometime. He says only children put hearts over their i’s, but that it's real cute when you do it, when you do anything.

“You’re so annoying,” you inevitably tell him with the roll of your eyes when he tells you exactly that. He can’t tell if the way the corner of your lip quirks up is from a half-concealed smile or a look of disgust.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he shrugs and knocks his leather-clad shoulder with yours. “It’s not my fault that I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s kinda your fault.”

He says it all with a playful lilt to hide how much he means each word. That he’s in love with you and has been since you were in middle school, when he had a godawful buzz cut and loving Rocky Horror Picture Show was your entire personality — at twelve.

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist,” you argue while you mindlessly jot down notes from the textbook spread open between you, dotting every i with a practiced heart. “Love takes time and work. At the bare minimum, you should at least probably know the other person — and you don’t have a single clue who I am.”

He’s momentarily knocked asunder at your words, at how profound they are. It’s like a century-old philosopher is using a pretty highschool aged girl as a mouthpiece, and it only makes him love you more.

“Well, I could get to know you,” he retorts with a frown. “You just won’t let me.”

“Did you hear anything I just said?” you squint over at him.

“Yeah. That love takes time,” he echoes and a grin pulls slow at his lips. “Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart.”

When two years fly by, and you’re finally a senior (and Eddie’s repeating his last year of high school over again because the one before it knocked him on his ass), you realize that he wasn’t kidding around. He still tries hopelessly to get to know you and jokes that he’s a second-year senior only because he “didn’t want to leave you behind.”

“Couldn’t just leave you by yourself, sweetheart,” he says with a defiant shake of his head. “No way. Not with Jason Carver and all the other freaks roaming around here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’re the freaks here, Eds,” you monotone as you put in the combination for your locker.

He immediately notices the use of the nickname. It took you a year to call him anything other than Munson, and now he’s moving into Eds territory? It feels like his heart might burst. But you don’t seem to notice it so Eddie decides to keep it to himself, like sunshine in his pocket, lest he brings it up and he never gets to hear it again.

He presses a hand to his chest and leans in next to you. “Ouch, babe. I’m wounded. Truly. Sorry for wanting to protect a sweet little thing like you.”

You scrunch your nose and swat his hand away when he tries to squeeze your cheek.

“Some would say I actually need protecting from you.”

“I am capable of pretty dangerous things, sweetheart.”

“Like what?” you scoff.

Eddie only grins. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You ignore the chill that his words shoot down your spine and pretend to be unbothered by the way they make your heart race. You choose to roll your eyes at him and stuff your arms with textbooks. “You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude, Munson, or people are gonna be real disappointed.”

“And by people you mean you, right?”

“Obviously not,” you monotone.

“Well, joke's on you, I’ve already disappointed everyone I know.”

“That’s not true, Eds—” you shoot back but then swallow the words when you realize you were about to say something too sweet. “There are billions of people in the world you haven’t met yet. There’s still plenty left to disappoint.”

“You’re real sweet, you know that?” he jokes with a smile. “Besides, if you’re really worried about the size of my dick, we can always break out a ruler and, you know, test your theory.”

“Ooh, sorry,” you wince. “I left my magnifying glass at home. Maybe some other time?”

“How about tomorrow?” he answers quickly and easily falls into step with you when you shut your locker and head towards your next class.

“I have a date tomorrow, actually. No can do.”

His heart stops and his throat swells and he forgets what words are for a moment or two. He can only blink at you for a few seconds. “A— A date?”

“Uh-huh. Jason Carver. He asked me out this morning.”

“You’re kidding,” he retorts bitterly with a scowl on his face. Then you start laughing at him and the world starts spinning again. He starts laughing too, but it’s more of a sigh of relief than anything else. “You— You are kidding?”

“Obviously I’m kidding,” you shove him. “Hell will freeze over before I am willingly anywhere around that guy.”

Eddie’s freshly beating heart starts to swell. It feels like more of an honor than it already has been, for you to want to willingly be around him.

“Oh, so you were just trying to make me jealous, then?” he squints over at you.

This time, you’re the stuttering mess as you try to figure out what to say.

He chuckles at you. “Because it worked, sweetheart.”

A couple of months or more go by and graduation nears — well, for you. Eddie’s still hellbent that he’s going to have to repeat another year, but you’ve made it your mission to get him to pass English.

He doesn’t even mind that it means he actually has to do the homework, as long he gets to spend time with you in the Hellfire room after school or share a snack with you at the picnic tables at Forest Hill.

It’s got him living in a state of grandeur. He’s hopelessly deluded, not only that he’s in love with you, but that you’re in love with him. And, for obvious reasons, you know that can’t be true.

Neither of you can be in love because you’re kids and you’re stupid and you don’t know a single damn thing about anything, let alone something as trivial and philosophical as love. It’s a neurochemical con job, everyone knows it. It’s not real.

Everyone thought Nancy and Steve were in love at one point, and then she called him bullshit at a party before fucking off with Jonathan Byers.

Everyone thought Jason and Chrissy were in love, too — that they would be everything Steve and Nancy couldn’t — and then she dumped him in front of the entire school after catching him being an asshole to a bunch of Hellfire club freshmen.

So, obviously, no one knows what love is.

And by that logic, they can’t know when they’re in it either.

So you chalk up the butterflies and burning cheeks you always get around Eddie to being a dumb teenager who’s lonely and touch starved. Because it’s not love. It just can’t be.

Eddie begs to differ, though, and he swears he’s got the test to prove it.

It’s the spring assembly at Hawkins High, which means everyone’s gathered in the gymnasium on bleachers that are not nearly big enough to accommodate everyone, doing fuck all and grateful for not having to do any actual work.

The cheerleaders do a couple of dances, the basketball team prances around the court — it’s all hopelessly pedestrian as far as you’re concerned.

You and the rest of Hellfire are located at the very top of the bleachers, as far away as you possibly can be from whatever the hell is going on below you. It checks out, though, because everyone else opts to keep their distance from the lot of you, too.

And you’re not exactly sure how the conversation started, but somehow you end up talking about crushes, and Eddie makes the too bold proclamation that you’ve got the fattest crush on him of all people.

“Leave her alone!” Dustin scolds him over the band, the only one actually trying to stick up for you. “Maybe this is something you should discuss, I don’t know, in private?”

You roll your eyes. “There’s no need. Because I don’t have a crush on you, Eddie Munson,” you tell him, stern and unwavering, as you squint over at him. Your glare follows the boy as he paces up and down the bleachers, two levels below you. “Sorry to bruise your ego.”

“Oh, so you won’t care if I tell Chrissy that I wanna take her on a date?” he asks you with a knowing grin.

“Why would I care?” you retort, then grumble. “It’s not like she would say yes anyway.”

“Well, she did ask me first.”

That quietens you instantly “…You’re lying.”

“Wanna bet?” he teases and leans down, resting his weight on the seating in front of him, until his face is level with yours. You can smell the nicotine on his breath and the mint gum he smacks between his teeth.

If you were alone — and in some godawful teenage drama — you might’ve pulled him in for a kiss right there. At least, that’s what your brain tells you to do because your lips have started to tingle just thinking about it.

You hope Eddie hasn’t noticed the way your gaze falls on his own pink, plump, and very kissable ones. But the grin that paints his features then tells you that he has.

You play it off with a stoic expression and crossed arms. “Chrissy going from dating the captain of the basketball team to the town’s local freak would be an unprecedented low.”

“I’ll be sure to tell you all about our trip to Lover’s Lake tomorrow morning, sweetheart, don’t worry your pretty little head,” he promises before rising and spinning on his heels. He makes the trek to the lower level of the bleachers — a feat made more difficult by the crowd and the distance between it and him.

He makes sure to turn and look back at you every now and again, to make sure that you’re still watching him. You are. Of course, you are. And you hope the seething anger in your chest doesn’t show on your face.

“He’s not actually gonna ask her out, right?” Mike wonders.

“No way,” Dustin denies with the shake of his head. “The president of Hellfire can’t date a cheerleader… Right?”

Gareth shrugs. “He’s obviously bluffing.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t do that,” Jeff agrees. He turns to look over at you. “He’s been in love with you since middle school. He just wants to upset you.”

“Well, it’s fucking working,” you grumble under your breath. Your heart races and your vision swims as you watch him near the group of cheerleaders sitting on the floor of the gym.

You want to believe that he’s bluffing, you really do, but you don’t doubt that Chrissy’s asked him out.

After she dumped Jason, she’d gotten strangely protective over the Hellfire club — constantly making an effort to talk to them all, ensuring that the rest of the school wasn’t acting total assholes around them. Hell, she’s even started being nice to you and you weren't even in the damn club.

She’s been hanging around with Eddie a lot more lately, catching up in the library and ranting about tests between classes. Everyone’s seen it. You’ve seen it. And it’s made you unbelievably jealous.

Maybe you never noticed it before now because you used to be the only girl interested in talking to Eddie. But now he’s got the head cheerleader around to keep him company, to ask him out on fucking dates, and it leaves you seething in your rage.

And if love is anger, then you’re head over heels for Eddie Munson.

You rise suddenly from your seat and shove your way through the bleachers, muttering lackluster excuse me’s under your breath as you go and elbowing those who refuse to get out of your way.

You reach Eddie just before he’s about to tap on Chrissy's shoulder. You take that hand and nearly jerk it from its socket the way you pull at him. Eddie is stunned, for all of half a second, thinking it must’ve been a fuming Jason Carver at the force of the grip around him.

But it’s just you, all but dragging him out of the gymnasium with the strength of ten men in one angry teenage girl, and it makes him smile so hard it hurts.

He traps the grin between his teeth and locks eyes with the rest of Hellfire from across the room. He brings two fingers to his forehead in salute before he’s pulled out of the gym entirely.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teases as you lead him down a long hallway. “Thought you didn’t give a shit if I asked her out?”

You don’t respond to his teasing. You just keep tugging him by his wrist through the empty school. He’s not even sure if you’re even breathing just now, or if you’re moving strictly on autopilot and rage.

You shove him into Mr. Kamisnky’s vacant classroom and lock the door behind you.

Eddie’s chest rises and falls with the heavy breath he exhales. “Well, shit, sweetheart... If I knew making you jealous was all I needed to do to get you alone, I would’ve done it a long time ago—”

“Say you didn’t mean it,” you interject, less than amused at his teasing.

“…What?”

“That you wanted to take Chrissy on a date,” you elaborate with arms crossed over your chest, protecting yourself, your heart. “Say you didn’t mean it.”

And Eddie laughs. He fucking laughs. Like everything’s a joke to him, like the mere thought of you being heartbroken over him liking Chrissy is funny to him.

It’s not. Well, at least not that bit. It’s laughable to him that you would even think he wanted anybody but you after he’s spent so many years fawning over you.

“Of course, I didn’t mean it,” Eddie scoffs. He tries to take a few steps closer to you, but you back away, not believing him. He softens. “I just wanted to make you jealous, sweetheart. I didn’t wanna… hurt your feelings.”

“Well, you did,” you monotone.

The boy’s brows furrow. “Hurt your feelings or make you jealous?”

“…Yes.”

A smile pulls slow at his lips. He tries to hide it but fails miserably. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I just wanted to see how you would react. And I am very pleased by this reaction… Even though my wrist feels like it’s broken.”

“Sorry,” you murmur to yourself, already embarrassed at how angry you’d gotten.

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie declines with the shake of his head. This time when he walks toward you, you don’t back away from him. You even let him take your elbows in his hands and rub his thumbs over your warmed and jealousy-prickled skin.

“Actually, you know what, do be sorry,” he corrects playfully. “And make it up to me by taking me out. Somewhere fancy.”

You purse your lips to the side in attempts to hide your smile.

“Benny’s Burgers?” you offer after a moment.

“Ooh. Burgers, fries, a milkshake, and a hot date?" he lists with a nod of approval. "You really know how to get a guy to swoon, don't ya sweetheart?”

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snowsonlylove · 1 month

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Dangerous Woman

a/n note: inspo is also from this delicious edit from topxzae on tiktok and this performance by ashley wagner. btw, i've switched my style of writing a bit and i've made it a bit more direct for i hope you don't mind + i was feeling a lil lazy so i did the sex scene in a third person pov.

Pairing: Captain!Hockey Player!Coriolanus Snow x Figure Skater!Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Coriolanus Snow have been in an established relationship for about 5 months. Lately, things have been very stressful for Coriolanus in his job as a captain of keeping everyone in line. Today is his day off and all he wants is to spend time with his girlfriend. What started out as a sweet catch up turned a lot spicier after Y/N noticed how her boyfriend looks at her.

Fic Type: Smut (NSFW) 18+, Established relationship, Love struck Coryo, Reader slaying it on the ice (i’m kinda imagining her as an Alexandra Trusova kinda gal so do what you want with that info)

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this guys, use a condom. reader is on birth control), rough pushing, harsh, cunnilingus (female and male receiving), lmk if i missed anything else

Word Count: 1.9k

Inspo: Heavily inspired by Icebreaker (my newest obsession) and the stereotype in the skating world with hockey players looking at figure skaters when they practise (horny bf and gf edition).

Disclaimer: Credits and the idea of this are based off Icebreaker so all credits go to Hannah Grace and her team. This is a spinoff of her idea turned into an established relationship version for Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Y/L/N.

Additional Info (ONLY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE READ ICEBREAKER): In this universe, there is no rivalry. All collegiate teams share the same rink and there is a bond with the hockey and the skating team prior to this occurrence.

I do not own Coriolanus Snow or Y/N Y/L/N (cuz it’s you, boo). All credits go to Suzanne Collins and her team. Song credits also go to Ariana Grande and her team.

I do not allow my works to be republished or translated under any circumstances. Any instances of this happening and YOU WILL BE BLOCKEDDD.

Also, ageless and empty blogs will be BLOCKED as this is a 18+ fic. Report my fics for no good reason and you’re blocked cuz if u don’t like it, LEAVEEEE.

Y/N and Coriolanus have been a strong couple for about 5 months now. With all that time passing, there must be some things they have learned about each other, as well as things they have not learned about each other. Weirdly enough, Coriolanus has never seen Y/N skate because of the divide in their schedule between the hockey team and figure skating team.

Coriolanus is the captain of the collegiate Academy hockey team, which makes the job more difficult for him because of how hard he has to strangle and wrangle a bunch of frat guys to go on the ice and play. This leads to him trying to find his teammates a lot, which means that he doesn’t have time to see his girlfriend skate because by the time he gets there, Y/N’s already packing up her stuff and giving him a kiss goodbye before leaving. This frustrates him. However, it doesn’t look like it would be much of an issue going forward.

Lately, the team has been going on a losing streak. About 3/4 of the team are either high or drunk off their ass in college parties and it’s driving Coriolanus crazy as it’s making them lose. Their coach has demanded that they stop it, Coriolanus even putting it as a ban but it’s still not making the younger hockey members realise that. As a result, Coach Highbottom and Coriolanus have made a decision to make them sit on the bench and think about their actions, which works great for Coriolanus since it creates a window of space in which he can get more alone time and even show up earlier to watch his girlfriend practice.

Today was the day in which Coriolanus got his free time, so he chose to watch his girlfriend train for her test skates after getting them a small box of cronuts and a coffee for both him and girlfriend as a little date after her practice before she has to go back to her dorm to study.

Coriolanus strolled into the ice rink as if he owned it that day, confident in his strides as he didn’t show his excitement in seeing his girlfriend practice in fear of people seeing how weak he was for his girlfriend. As he walked to the stands by the rink, he saw his girlfriend glide across the rink as she stretched her hands in the most delicate way possible while practising her program with her coach looking at her intensely from the stands.

“More, Y/N! More!” “Straighten the back of the knee!” “Smile!” “Don’t be so sloppy!” Coach Gaul screamed from the side of the ice rink as Y/N glided past her to do her quad before doing her triple axel flawlessly. Coriolanus sat on the edge of the stand, looking at his girlfriend almost as if he was observing her before he suddenly heard a bunch of little giggles and laughs beside him as he turned to look at the bunch of junior girls who stopped their off-ice stretching to look at his girlfriend practising her program.

“She’s so pretty..” “Literally, how does she do that?” “Oh my god, her boyfriend is so hot, someone get me a hockey boyfriend please” “I wonder how big his d-” “Oh my god, Sasha! Don’t say that!” The girls whispered amongst each other as they giggled as if they were girls from middle school. Coriolanus smirked as he pretended to cough, making all the girls look at him horrified that they realised that he heard their conversation. They all walk away with their heads down as Coach Gaul’s assistant calls the girls to start their warm-ups on the ice, making Coriolanus smirk even harder.

Coriolanus walks towards the side of the rink as he puts his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants as he watches his girlfriend converse with her coach, waiting for feedback while he stands there, entranced by her beauty. As she glides back on the ice, Coriolanus feels himself getting hard as he watches her practise her routine with her hands behind her back, making his mind go crazy with the possibility of the things they could do. Mind you, by this point they’ve hooked up quite a few times.

As Y/N comes towards the end of her routine, she finally notices her boyfriend as she gives him a small wave before doing her final moves, her coach clapping on the side of the rink. “Good job, Y/N. There are some technical things we need to work on but you’ve improved. Now, go take your leave.” Y/N nods as she bids her coach goodbye before running towards her boyfriend and tackling him with a bone-crushing hug, her boyfriend hugging her back just as hard as she squeals, “I can't believe you’re here! I thought you were on an off-day with the guys today!”

Coriolanus chuckles in a distracted way as he chides while stroking her hair, “Yeah, that’s true but the one thing I didn’t tell you was that I actually wanted to watch my darling skate today. How are you, sweetheart? Anything hurting? I brought us some donuts and coffee for breakfast?” Y/N groaned as she looked up at her boyfriend with a grateful smile, “You didn’t need to get me anything, love. I know you’ve been busy lately.. You know I’m all fine, right? I’m not a broken doll” She jokes as she raises her eyebrow, making her boyfriend smirk as he leaned down to give his girlfriend a peck on her lips before saying, “I know that, baby. But I was thinking we can do a little something as a treat for you doing so well in your practice so far.” He said in a dazed tone as he took a glance at her ass before giving it a slap, making Y/N glare at him from her current stance. Coriolanus’s dick got harder after hearing her groan as it reminded him of the several intimate interactions that he had with his girlfriend. Little did he know, Y/N saw his aching dick right as she came up to him, making the situation much more interesting as she noticed how he looked at her. Knowing how hard he’s been working, she wanted to give him a chance to relax after a long week of training.

The tension between them got a little more heated after that slap as both Y/N’s and Coriolanus’s looked at each other in a much more sensual way, their eyes having a particular sheen over it before a cough from Y/N disrupted the moment. “Okay, then. Let me get my stuff from the locker. I’ll see you later, captain…” Y/N said as she turned around and walked away, her hips swaying just a bit more to tempt her boyfriend into joining her in the locker. Coriolanus immediately took notice of this as he followed her, Y/N stopping at one point to grab his hand and interlock his fingers with hers as they made their way to the locker.

Thankfully, no one was in the locker by that time as all the skaters were on the rink preparing to start practising their programs. Y/N closed the door behind her as Coriolanus pinned her towards her door as he wrapped his hands in her hair and kissed her while her hands pressed up against his chest as she smiled into the kiss. Wet, squelching sounds echoed around the room as their tongues moulded against each other in perfect sequence as if they were made for each other. As they made out, they peeled off each other’s clothes slowly as they were wrapped up in this bubble where they were the only ones there and no one else existed.

By the time they pulled away from each other, they were both down to their underwear. Coriolanus crouched down as he peeled Y/N’s lacy red panties off her as licked a line up her slit, tasting the sweet nectar hidden under her skate wear as he hummed in satisfaction before sucking on her clit, making Y/N see stars as her moans echoed around the room. Y/N reached down to cradle her boyfriend’s head as he worked her up to a beautiful, soul-capturing orgasm, making her heave big sighs while coming down her high.

Y/N and Coriolanus gave each other a deep kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue before it was her turn to kneel down and give his aching hardness the love that it deserves. She kissed her way down his abs as she pulled down his boxers, revealing his aching, hard dick leaking with pre-cum in all its glory. The veins were clearly invisible as Y/N hummed in satisfaction before she licked the tip of his dick, savouring the taste of his pre-cum as she moaned. She continued this a few times before she went deeper and deeper until her throat reached the base of his cock, making Coriolanus groan with great pleasure as she gagged occasionally and started to work him into an orgasm by pulling her head in and out of his dick in a once slow motion before building up her speed in a way she knew her boyfriend liked.

“Ugh, so good, baby… Keep doing that, you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” Coriolanus groaned as he wrapped his hand around a bunch of her hair as he guided her in and out of his dick. His groans and her moans echoed around the room as the atmosphere got dirtier before Coriolanus pushed her head closer than it’s ever been before he came with one final groan, making Y/N moan even louder at seeing his satisfaction in her efforts to please him.

As Coriolanus came down from his orgasm, Y/N pulled her mouth off him as she wiped her mouth clean of her saliva before jutting out her tongue, letting him see that she swallowed it all before she laughed a little at her boyfriend’s dark glance at her. Coriolanus’s head turned around to the side as his groan this time was animalistic as he grabbed his girlfriend from her place on her knees before him and smashed his lips with her before he turned her around and pushed her towards the door before shoving his now hard length into her in one thrust.

Both Y/N and Coriolanus let out a groan as they wrapped their arms around each other as he pushed his dick in and out of her pussy as her ass bounced back towards his dick with her force. The room now echoed with the sound of skin slapping around it, along with her louder moans and his harsher groans as he turned her face to the side before capturing her lips in another searing kiss as they both come with him holding her tits in his hands and bringing her as close to him as possible.

Y/N and Coriolanus breathed heavily as they came down from their euphoric orgasm. Coriolanus cradled Y/N’s face as he leaned in and captured her lips in little kisses as he checked over her to see if she was okay. After making sure she was okay, he grabbed a bunch of tissue paper as he cleaned them up before he helped her pack up her skating luggage before they opened the door and left the rink wrapped up in each other’s love. Little did they know, both Coach Gaul and her assistant were staring at them appalled as they overheard them while going to the bathroom a while ago.

#coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games #tbosas fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x you #coryo x reader #Spotify

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honeytonedhottie · 2 months

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HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE february edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

this is a new thing im doing on my blog that i think you'd all like very much called honeys magazine/catalog. basically like a monthly inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨

i've had so much fun putting together the february catalog and i'd love to hear feedback of things that you'd like to see in the next edition. and now, please enjoy the it girl magazine ✨

FEBRUARY FASHION ;

february is full of silks and lace. feminine muted colors like beiges, whites, and pinks. this february i've rly been into tweed dresses. accessories that i've been loving this february include pearls, stockings, and ribbons.

a lot of the clothes that i've been eyeing are things that are more light in fabric and in color. such as cute camisoles with lace trim and i've rly been into the chic look this february as i've mentioned before.

when it comes to jewelry and accessories i always love to layer and be excessive and even though during february i've been obsessed with the chic look, i always add lots of accessories. if not something huge like bracelets or necklaces, i'll be excessive with rings or something smaller.

in general HYPERFEMININE and super cute and girly clothes have been my favorite thing in february especially cuz of valentines day. the theme is soft-wear. shimmery, sheer, and showered in flowers.

cute earrings (preferably the smaller ones) like studs, pearls, or cute spherical earrings

hair clips and barrettes

bangles

tweed dresses

pearl necklaces

remember those dress up games you may have used to play when u were little? when dressing this february, thats what inspired my february fashion. fluffy lashes, cutesy accessories and heels.

i read up a lot on CHANEL bcuz i think that her brand embodies the chic look perfectly and here are some fashion tips from coco chanel (this is my source)

look for the woman in the dress, if there is no woman then there is no dress - basically means dont let your clothes wear you

it is always better to be slightly underdressed - coco's understanding of chic was subtle glamor and lush fabrics

fashion changes but style endures - some clothes are timeless like a little black dress (aubrey hepburn) a quality handbag and a crisp white shirt

WHAT IM LISTENING TO LATELY ;

my favorite album of this month is kali uchis's orquídeas. i absolutely adore her music, energy and vibe. and the whole album is just MWAH. my favorite songs from the album are ;

te mata

igual que un ángel

perdiste

another album that i've been obsessed with this past month is the twicetagram album from twice. i just love the energy in the songs. my favorite songs from that album are LOOK AT ME and LOVELINE. and lastly, just songs that i've enjoyed listening to this february ;

yes, and? - ariana grande

never lose me - flo milli

wonderboy - GWSN

scenery - red velvet

angels in tibet - amaarae

FOR THE BLOG ;

since its going to be march and were kinda transitioning from the winter season -> spring, you can expect to see lots of spring related content from me. another thing that i rly wanna set up for my blog is membership if thats something that u guys'd be interested in.

and also after doing the valentines day challenge, i had so much fun with it and i kinda wanna do more challenges. so if i end up setting up membership i think services like those would be provided.

lastly, since im an advocate for not over consuming the law, i won't be answering inbox questions about the law so that then u guys can focus ENTIRELY on ur manifestations and not over complicate it bcuz the law is easy and you already know how to do it + if u have any general questions i've answered plenty of questions about the law in my blog ANYWAYS. the reason im doing this is so that then you can focus on your manifestations 🫶🏽 and i hope that you guys find it helpful.

HONEYS BEAUTY CORNER TOPIC - HYDRATION ;

when your skin is hydrated, you GLOW on such a deeper level and i absolutely love looking and feeling like a little dew drop so here's some hydration beauty tips

vasline is an occlusive, that simply means that the moisturizing ingredients that create a physical barrier on the skin to prevent transepidermal water loss and lock in hydration. after brushing ur lips to exfoliate, u can just go in and put some vaseline on ur lips and your lips will be HYDRATED.

using a body oil + a body lotion has taken my hydration game to new HEIGHTS. the key to this is to make sure the scents match or have similar notes at least, and moisturize DAMP skin so that then it can absorb better. walk around with a hand lotion, and lip moisturizer ALWAYS.

the key to a dewey makeup look is having a good base. its all about preparing the skin before u put the makeup on. use a good creamy moisturizer and use a glowy spf and then use a good primer.

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

hormone balancing tea blend that i tried and loved ; raspberry leaf tea with spearmint and dandelion root tea. i drink mine with honey a couple days before and during my period and my cramps have been so minimal and my hormones have been so balanced.

hydration ; to follow the trend of the beauty section lets talk hydration. the optimal amount of water to drink is 2.7 liters a day. if u wanna up your hydration game, use some liquid iv or another hydrating powder so that then u can get the most out of ur water. if u dont have anything like that, adding a pinch of salt into your water can also help to improve hydration.

frequencies and vibes ; i've been interested in frequencies lately, simply bcuz i think that they're so interesting. i'll go deeper into frequencies in the next section. but here are some frequencies to listen to for wellness ;

174 hz - reduces physical and energetic pain

285 hz - heals tissues and rejuvenates

432 hz - restores well being and releases emotional blockages

528 hz - love frequency, induces inner peace and repairs DNA

supplements that are geared towards beauty ; find a specific hair, skin and nails supplement or vitamin that includes a blend of powerful antioxidants, minerals and vitamins. some examples of this are ;

fish oil (omega 3 and fatty acids) helps to protect skin against inflammation

collagen (for skin hair and nails) promotes healthy dewy and glowing skin

turmeric (anti inflammatory effects)

PROBIOTICS

RANDOM THINGS I LEARNED ;

something thats caught my interest this month is sound healing. the power of sound is truly amazing, and i was curious specifically about frequencies. sound healing has been around for years by yogis for thousands of years. nowadays sound healing is practiced with something called sound baths.

a sound bath is a deeply relaxing experience where the listener lies down on a mat or blanket, with as many cushions or props as they need to feel comfortable, and is then ‘bathed’ in the sound vibrations. benefits of sound baths include ;

reduced stress, pain and anxiety

better sleep

lower blood pressure

fewer mood swings

balanced hormones

healing through sounds was practiced by ancient egyptians, greeks and chinese physicians, who also used sound healing in their practices to promote digestion, sleep, and emotional disturbances.

if learning a bit about sound healing interested you and you wanna learn a bit more about it, this is the source i used for this section.

FUN QUIZZES, VIDEO ESSAYS, RECIPES AND GAMES ;

valentines day aesthetic quiz - buzzfeed - i got daughter of aphrodite

consideration is the highest form of love - manifestelle - food for thought

good boyfriend quiz - seventeen

which romantic music type am i - buzzfeed - i got r&b enthusiast

valentines day cupcakes recipe ;

1 1/2 cup of flour

1 cup of butter milk

1/3 cups of oil

4 large eggs

mix it all together and add it into a lined cupcake tin, bake at 350° for 15 minutes. for the frosting...

1 cup of softened butter

6 cups of powdered sugar

1 tsp of strawberry extract

4 tbs of milk

CRUSH STORIES ;

SUBMISSION ONE : ANON : 💝

idk if this counts 😭 but my crush is an older guy (dw it's very legal) and he's so sweet, I manifested him liking me using your help!!! We're not together yet but he's been talking to me for literally hours a day, and just offered to buy me A NEW LAPTOP aaaah I'm crying. Ily honey your perfect

HBDSJHDJ YAYY. i wish u guys all the happiness and i hope u enjoy ur new laptop ✨

SUBMISSION TWO : ANON : 💝

technically not a crush but my ex boyfriend cheated on me (i broke up w him very quickly after) w my best friend and got her pregnant. he tried to make amends with me but I turned him down. i think i dodged a bullet there thank god 🫢

OH 💀. you def dodged a bullet, they went behind ur back and then got pregnant... 😭

thats all for this months catalog, there will be a new edition each month with new content and it'll be updated on a monthly basis so if thats something that interests you or if you like these kinds of posts pls let me know, till next month girlies✨

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hi theree!! I've been lately obsessed with Soft mean! Lloyd Hansen😭 what do you think of lloyd being attracted to reader who is a supermarket cashier?!?

I find it VERY CUTE that maybe he ask her what plans or what she would like to have in a date, and she simply says that as long as there is macaroni and cheese and he is next to her everything would be perfect🥺 (just imagine how lloyd would react to such an innocent request 😭💗) ofc she is kinda naive but obviously he's Lloyd hansen and that's already a red flag, ps: if you don't like macaroni and cheese you can choose something else! lol. Feel free to write it if you like the idea🙏🤍

hi! I'm sorry this took so long and is so short, but I hope you like it!

summary - lloyd's been interested in you ever since he saw you, today, he sneakily found a way to ask you out.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You smiled up at the man who was a regular. “Hi, Mr Hansen! Back again, I see!” Your eyes wide, scanning the products. “How was your day?”

Lloyd smirks, his eyes dragging down your body, loving how your uniform hugs your figure. “It’s been good, baby girl. But, it’s better now that I’ve seen you.” He feels his ego grow more prominent as you blush, your cheeks turning a rosy pink at his words. “I forgot to ask you. What is your idea of your perfect date?” Lloyd stuffs his hands into his expensive pant pockets, smiling softly as your eyes connect.

“Uh… Well, I’ve always thought that everything would be perfect as long as there was macaroni and cheese, a good movie, and you beside me.” You quickly look down, not wanting to see his reaction to the words that slip from your mouth. Packing his items into a bag as you finish scanning them, you can feel the silence, causing you to look up.

Lloyd’s staring down at you with a large grin, feeling his heart nearly exploding out of his chest at your response. “Really? If I were with you, everything would be perfect?” You nod, causing Lloyd to quickly lean forward and place a soft kiss on your cheek. “How about I make that come true? Say, I’ll pick you up after your shift, and we can enjoy some food and a good movie?”

Your eyes sparkle as your smiles becomes more prominent, and your head moves up and down rapidly. “I’d love that, Mr Hansen!”

“Call me Lloyd, baby girl.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for asking for separate bedrooms with my gf?

🦕 <- to find it

Let me (23F) preface this by saying that since we were kinda poor and lived in a small apartment I have always had to share my room with my brother and I didn't get my own space till I was 15. You'd think having shared my space for my entire childhood would make me okay with sharing rooms but it has had the opposite effect. I just absolutely need to have a space where I can be completely alone and unwind by myself. Now I'm addicted to my own space. I luckily had my own room in college and I've always had my own room since.

I started dating Kim (23F) and I really love her. We have been doing well for the last four months or so. She has her own room in her apartment and I have mine, we crash at each other's places occasionally, though I much prefer us spending the night at my place because I'm more comfortable here and have often come back home to sleep in my own bed even though it was a bit late. I've explained my reasoning to Kim including what I have said here and so far she has never had any issue, and has been pretty understanding so far.

A few days back she mentioned moving in to live together. I told her I wanted it too but I would want to have my own room because I want my own space. She took offence to this, she said couples who sleep in separate bedrooms are just fuck buddies and not real couples. She said cuddling and sleeping together was an important part of the relationship as well, and asked me whether I would go back to my own bedroom after we had sex. (I honestly hadn't thought that deeply about how the specifics would work). She also said I had attachment issues and this obsession with my own space isn't healthy. She may be right and if I could afford therapy I would discuss it with my therapist but this is the situation now.

It's probably obvious but I should mention this is my first proper relationship and I have no experience with this sort of thing. She is a great person and we have never had any serious problems before this.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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rwrbficrecs · 3 months

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First monthly faves for 2024 !! ❤️

Leave a message by @sherryvalli (book-verse)

@dot524: In the mood for some cute, heart-melting fluff? This is a one-shot that recounts Alex’s voicemail messages over the years from those who care about him - including Henry.

would you be my love, my love? (would you be mine) by ohprongs (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: a strictly come dancing AU with a lot of feelings that I've been thinking about ever since i read it!!!

even though we know it isn't true by @matherines (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: for everyone struggling with academic pressure, or anyone, really. it's pretty sad but of course there's comfort personified in Henry!!

beyond infatuation, how obsessively i adore you by @waterloolovers (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: a new fandom classic if you ask me. Henry works at the daycare Alex's daughter goes to and their relationship progresses really naturally. the kid content in this fic is some of the cutest i have ever read and this is the perfect fic to go on your reread list for comfort.

And They Were Roommates by @14carrotghoul (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Alex and Henry get to know themselves and each other after they move in together. This story is not sugarcoated at all, very realistic - just how life is, and so so sweet. Also, unfortunately, rather short, but still worth the read - as are many other stories by this author, such as the 'Las flores' series.

Spirit of the Season by @pridepages (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: A little late to the game but I finally read E.J's Christmas story. Her way of story telling doesn't disappoint in this shorter tale (by her standards). It's not lighthearted and it touches some difficult topics (mostly canon) but it's all worth it because of the way they fall in love through Christmas Eve/night. Can't recommend it enough!

Where There Are Octobers by @iboatedhere (book-verse)

@na-dineee: 31 short chapters that are just really fun to read! Some are post-canon or canon-compliant, others are AUs - but in all of them the characters are so beautifully drawn, true to how we know and love them! A vet AU, a hospital AU, major fluff, even an X-Files AU - and who knows, maybe one or two dribbles will turn into more?! Fingers crossed!

The Art of Losing by bigfishbigpond (book-verse)

@dot524: If you think the mid-story breakup should have been longer and more angsty, here’s the story for you. An interesting and heartfelt story of what Henry and Alex are like apart, and what pulls them back together.

I know that you hate me (Do you though?) by @arand0mdutchgirl (book-verse)

@magnificentandcoolfez: A bit of good ADHD angst (with some comfort ofc). I like the focus on how hard adhd can be and it's a short and good read for those who like comfort that comes in the shape of your crush holding you until you feel grounded again.

blushing ears and beating hearts by @kill8a (book-verse)

@na-dineee: This story is not just slow burn, it is glacial burn. It's an college AU, set in New York, and so slow, so tender, so fluffy - after reading it I was floating on cloud 9 for quite a while. I don't know if you feel the same way, but it's funny how changing one given variable somehow changes the whole dynamic between the two of them. Or is it just me?! Either way, it's so wholesome to tag along as their love blossoms, I still feel so hugged and cared for.

all so human with our guards down by @maxbegone (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: a post-apocalyptic story that is unlike any other. There are no zombies or gore, but instead it focuses on rebuilding and the softest love growing between Alex and Henry, surrounded by family and friends. I kinda wanted to live there by the end of it.

The Snow Prince by @orchidscript (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: several fairy tale tropes meet to create this absolutely amazing story. It has dreaminess of a fable, best kind of yearning of your favourite slow burn fics and a little bit of adventure of a fantasy novel.

but to say that I'm a rainbow, to tell me that I'm bright (when I'm so used to feeling wrong, well, it helps me feel alright.) by What_Is_A_Mild_Opinion (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: Fandom is really sleeping on this one! This story is a canon rewrite with characters reimagined as creatures with animal characteristics. The wordbuilding is so fantastic that even if you are not a fan of long fics following canon step by step, it's absolutely worth to check this even for a chapter or two and get to know these wonderful versions of Alex and Henry. (Alex is literally rainbow.)

safe with me / more than I ever (in a thousand years)by @indomitable-love (book-verse)

@na-dineee: I think the author is very well known among all rwrb fanfic readers. I really, really liked these two stories, like a lot: Two 5+1 fics, one from Pez's point of view, the other from Bea's - unfortunately both characters are given too little attention in the book imho. As expected, both narrators are sharply observing, protective of Henry, loving, honest, tender - and you end up loving Henry (and Alex) even more.

check out our past Monthly Faves here ❤️

#monthly faves #rwrb fic recs #firstprince #firstprince fic recs

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luveline · 2 years

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hi jade!

baby blurb of reader giving steve food as her love language and steve being totally in love with it?

shy!reader giving steve food as her love language (this didn’t stay a baby sorry) featuring lots of nice hand holding ♡ fem!reader | 1k words

You hesitate outside of Family Video, the tupperware heavy in your hands. You can't teeter for long – Steve sees you by the door and waves his hand, ushering you inside.

The bell jingles. You cover the tupperware with both hands and make for the desk, nerves eating you up as you go. Are you walking weirdly? You totally are. Your shoes are really loud.

"Hey, Y/N," Steve says. His voice cradles your name like something treasured, softening ever so slightly at the end.

You hide the tupperware below the lip of the desk and give him your best, still painfully-shy smile.

"Hey Steve," you murmur.

"What's in your hands?" You bite your lip and his face morphs with suspicion, brows furrowing and eyes pinching into a squint. "Getting kinda nervous here."

"It's…" You look down at your hands, the container within them suddenly feeling very heavy and very, very stupid. "It's for you. But…"

"For me?" He sounds so happy you almost hand it over there and then.

"I'm embarrassed," you declare suddenly, quite unlike yourself.

His eyebrows jump up. He leans forward, forearms braced on the counter, the fabric of his t-shirt sleeves taut over his biceps. You blink rapidly and look at his hands instead. A second mistake, his veins are stark, his arms a marble carving.

"You should be. You realise you're dressed way too nicely to be in here, right?" His hip juts to the side. You think you might be losing touch with reality. "Way too nice. I've been wearing the same polo for two days."

You wrinkle your nose. "Steve."

"I'm clean enough!"

"I beg to differ," Robin says from somewhere unseen.

You're surprised that she's here. Your reluctance to hand over your small gift grows, her presence only making it harder.

"I've been kind of busy lately with the idiots. With Lucas' first teenage heartbreak," he explains sheepishly.

"Right," you agree. "I know. Uh. And, and I wanted to-" You almost drop the tupperware, your heart racing as you catch it in both hands and straighten, face flushed with heat. "I know you've been busy. So I made you something."

You set the tupperware on the counter. It's a pretty big one, as they go, about double the size of his hands. Every inch of space is filled.

"It's tomato soup. But-" You shake your head and look at the lip of the desk, trying not to stammer. "But, I know you said that- that the canned stuff is too sour. So I made it. From scratch." You cough.

He wraps his hands around the soup and pulls it towards himself quickly, arms wrapping around it like he's protecting it. "Holy shit."

He bends at the waist to peer at it through the clear plastic side. "It looks awesome. The colour is amazing, nothing like the artificial shit."

"It'll keep for a week, maybe longer. I thought you could heat it up in the microwave when you're too busy, or have it with grilled cheese, or-"

Steve's eyes click onto yours. He smirks at you but it isn't in triumph against you, it's triumph with you. You're on the same side, and it feels amazing.

He stands at full height and slides his hand across the desk, palm up. You glance at it, totally perfunctory, you swear, you're not obsessed with every little movement he makes or anything.

He wiggles his fingers.

You stare some more.

"Take it," he says gently.

You put your hand carefully on top of his. He pushes his own further under yours to curl his fingers around the back of your pinky finger and palm, forcing you to hold his wrist. Your thumb bumps over his pulse point.

He readjusts his grip and then squeezes lovingly.

“Thank you, baby. I mean it. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” you say hoarsely.

His fingers move over your skin, almost as if he were playing the keys of a piano into the back of your hand. He leans down incrementally.

“You’re so fucking cute.”

You can’t stand to look at his face when he says stuff like this, his expression so sincere it aches, it starts a riot of butterflies in your chest, their wings a cacophony of sound. Or maybe that’s the blood rushing in your ears.

“Look at you,” he mutters to himself, half-indignant.

You risk a look at him and find him staring at your hand, his fingers moving with purpose, so soft you can barely feel them. Frustration lines his face.

“I can make you something else, when you’re done. I’d like to,” you offer.

“I’d love that.”

He bends over the desk and kisses the back of your hand.

Your breath catches at his lips on your skin. Warm, a little bit chapped, a pillowy suppleness that you hadn’t expected and won’t soon forget. He rubs his kiss mark with care as he pulls away, his characteristic frustration inlaid with fondness, as lovely and elusive in its rarity as mother of Pearl. Steve’s too cool for softness, or so he thinks. To see affection displayed so clearly on his face has you weak in the knees.

“You’re…” He gives up before he’s truly started, his tone — disbelief, some measure of confusion — replaced with a feigned anger, “Dressed all pretty to come see me at my shitty job. You’re cruel, you know that? Really cruel. What a way to show dominance.”

His word choice makes you gawp. “Steve, what?”

He takes in your face with less evidence of his favour, though there’s a residual warmth in the way his eyes crease like he’s smiling even as he scowls.

“Well, how am I supposed to one up this?” He tugs your hand towards him as he leans forward. You can picture the light bulb above his head as he decides, “I’ll cook you something. What do you like?”

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to. You’re gonna have to let me, babe.”

You giggle and clasp his wrist tighter.

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x you #stranger things

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moonschocolate · 5 months

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Headcanons about my current hyperfixation: THEOO!!☆

I keep stalking the 'theodore nott headcanons' tag so I might as well write my own headcanons about him

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

this man has social anxiety. prove me wrong.

when he was younger he found comfort in reading fiction books, like pjo

he 100% had an obsession with greek mythology, or mythology in general, and it's still kinda there but not like before

then growing up he got into classics

like one day he was like 'what if I read a Dostoevskij book' and that's where it all started

he prefers reading this kind of books because they teach you more

tallest boy you've ever seen, somewhat taller (only by few centimeteres) than Fred and George

he plays the cello, like kind of, he knows how to play a piece only studying it, i believe this man was never able to play a piece at first sight

surprisingly (to him) he really has a lot of things in common with Luna, when he found out he wanted to spend more time with her

he's really silent, but GOD does he ever stop thinking?? his head is loud af

enjoys being with his friends, they're used to him not shouting in their ears (unlike some other boy *cough cough* Mattheo *cough cough ... cough*)and he enjoys their company and they do too

not the type of boy to run to Spotify or whatever music app whenever he can, but he enjoys some kind of music (mostly smooth piano jazz, dramatic classical music since it's my fav, and he thinks TV girl, Lamp, Ichiko Aoba are cool)

never replies quickly, he's always late replying cuz thinks being on his phone is a complete waste of time, but it's not like he's NEVER on it

chill with Halloween but feral over Christmas (does not show it)

legos. I've said all.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESNT HAVE HIS ROOM FULL OF STAR WARS SETS

despite enjoying english and all that kind of subjects, he is feral, and when I say feral I mean feral over maths. He loves learing new concepts because then it all makes sense and it's just so cool (explained from a person who is also feral over maths, pls tell me you get what i mean)

hyperfixations? oh so many

again, greek mythology

you could tell this man "Hey do you know about the myth of Apolloand Daphne" his eyes would light up and he would tell you the myth, his opinion, and related myths ("there's also this other myht with Apollo where he-")

A S T R O L O G Y

still greek mythology related but

he could stay hours talking about constellations

"hey do you know the myth behind the gemini constellation? No? Can I tell you about it?! Okay so-"

paper stars.

if there's a paper stripe around he'd grab it and make a paper star out of it

looks like the typa guy who'd take a lot of pictures with a canon/sony camera

when he feels anxious he'd do this thing where (get ready for the worst explanation ever) he'd put one of his nails of the right hand in between the skin and the nail of his thumb on his left hand and make the nail go left and right, still in between the skin and the nail (I ALWAYS DO THAT I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE I TRIED TO BE AS SPECIFIC AS I COULD)

He tried to go to a party since Blaise, Draco, Enzo, Theo, Pansy (basically everyone you get it)... begged him to come along

we could sum up his experience in one word

NIGHTMARE

The music was too loud, the people were to close to him, everyone was shouting, there were alcohol and drugs (he still wonders how they got literal drugs into the castle), everyone tried to dance with him and talk to him, that time he got overwhelmed tried to leave, but they were all like 'heyyyy nooo dont leaveeeee stay hereeeeee' but his friends understood it wasn't for him and Blaise went with him to his dorm, waited until he felt better then went back to the party

has never been to a party since then

smart af

like he easily surpasses draco and mione

also theo and mione are really close friends, one time they found eachother in the library reading the same book and chatting they found out they have several things in common

has a collection of stylographs, that stays in his library neatly ordinated

best sense of style (he obv got it from Blaise but he made it better)

he loves movies, he's watched movies like Dead Poets Society, Dorian Gray, but also movies about historical facts like The Darkest Hour, The King's Speech, Hidden Figures, The Pianist (I'm a sucker for this kind of movies honestly)

!! HE HAS DIMPLES !!

He loves professor Lupin, he thinks of him as Keating is dps

secretly listens to Micheal Bublè in Christmas, he loves his Christmas songs

he only buys old books, never new ones, he thinks that already used books, from decades ago, he thinks they hold stories, and it's even better when the books have annotations, maybe he'll erase them, but it's good to hear other's opinions

has a lot of vynils

used to study for his dad, now this became a habit, that's why he's the best in class

his relationship with his mom is not strong, MORE

When his mom died he was 5 so he didn't understand

when he finally knew the truth he cried for weeks, then he would occasionally go out to look at the stars, which he always admired with his mom, and cried thinking about her, thinking that she was watching him from up there

when he was like 10 he didn't cry no more, only if he ever opened up

he shared anything with her

he NEVER let ANYONE call him Teddy, he always though that is what his mom called him, and he didn't want other people to 'interfere' with that, he feels like it's their thing

despises horror movies. gets scared to death watching them, and doesnt find the lore interesting

never walks around with only socks on, has the fear of walking on water accidentally and getting his feet wet and the feeling disgustes him

also, has the whole collection of pjo books (every book. from percy jackson and the olympians to the chalice of the gods)

loves cats so much, he has two cats, but he wishes he had more

he has male brown cat named Monet and a grey cat with some beige spots and green eyes (it's mt bsf's cat, I love her - the cat - and I thought she could be a honourable mention) named Vivienne

defo has an obsession with sharks, but is even more obsessed with jellyfish, he knows a lot of scientific names for their species, for exmample Phylloriza Punctata, or Chrisaora Quinquecirrha, or Aurelia Aurelita, he's obsessed

Fav subject isn't potions, it's astronomy instead

since i live for loser!Theo, im in love with the idea of him stuttering in front of a guy/girl he finds cute or attractive, blushing and being awkward

my man absolutely doesn't know how to talk, he speaks too fast, and when ppl tell him to slow down, then he thinks he's talking too slow

if anyone fatshames any of his friends, or is racist/homophobic towards them, or just insults them, he will try to avoid throwing punches, but lets say he'll exchange a word or two with that person

if he's itchy, he scratches so hard there could be blood (a bit exaggerated but you get it)

could've been a Ravenclaw, but if he did his father would be really mad at him, so he's happy he isn't

another headcanon that I kindly stole rn from @heirofs1ytherin is that he's into poetry. LIKE 100% ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ You probably got that I love him HES MY BABY

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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This may be a little boring ......

I was thinking about chishiya and arisu reaction if reader wipes their kiss away. Like i said this might be boring but i would be really happy if you could do this!

‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu and kuina reaction - wiping their kisses away

warnings: ooc chishiya, fuck canon chishiya and kuina will forever be a t4t duo in my fics poor depictions of drunk people, drunk kuina

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i kinda struggled with this one ngl (specifically chishiya's) but i think this idea is really cute :) i hope you like it <33

additional note: i've been writing for enha a lot lately so i wanted to make it clear that i still write for aib !! i just mostly write requests so feel free to send anything :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ chishiya

word count 404 i'm obsessed with him send help

chishiya leans down, quickly brushing his lips against your cheek before he pulls away. instinctively, you brush your hand against the skin he kissed. he pauses, blinking at you in shock for a few seconds. deep brown eyes stare at you as he tries to make sense of what you just did.

you twist the soda can in your hands, cutting into the metal to prepare it for a mess of wires that will make it into a makeshift bomb. behind you, the door swings open and a tired kuina enters. she lets out a dramatic sigh, sitting down at the table beside you. “another bomb?”

“you can never have too many, right?” you chuckle.

kuina hums, cocking her head at chishiya. “you look like you just saw a ghost.” she leans to look at him over your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “i’ve never seen his eyes so big before. it’s kinda freaking me out.”

you look up at him, setting the can aside.

chishiya takes the opportunity to lean down again, this time kissing your lips. he pulls away just as quickly before silently disappearing back within the beach.

kuina sits on one of the beach chairs, rolling her wooden cigarette between her lips. she lights up when you approach. “have you seen chishiya?”

“you know he doesn’t hang around out here,” she sighs. “he’s probably back in the workshop.”

you nod. “thanks.”

you make your way through the winding hallways of the beach’s hotel as you retrace the route back to the workshop chishiya usually works in. true to kuina’s word, he’s sitting at the table, tinkering away at another new invention using a variety of random items he found at the beach.

he doesn’t react when you enter. you silently make your way over to sit next to him, leaning over his shoulder as you watch him. “are you ignoring me?”

“no.” he sets the tape aside, finally turning to face you.

“then why are you acting so weird?”

“you wiped my kiss away.”

you stifle a laugh, moving closer to straddle his hips until your knees rest on either side of his thighs. chishiya rests his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again.”

he presses another sweet kiss against your lips, this time long enough for you to pull him back in for more. “it better not.”

‧₊˚✩ arisu

word count 407 he's terrified but he's also so cute dnkslns

you close the door to arisu’s room behind you as you enter before setting your bag down by the side of his bed. he’s sitting at his desk with a headset on, occasionally talking to chota and karube. you make your way over to stand behind his chair. you lean over his shoulder as he focuses on the round. his fingers are fast as they move between the buttons of his controller, moving expertly to kill each enemy he comes across.

sensing he hasn’t noticed your presence behind him yet, you brush your hand against his shoulder. he jumps a little, glancing up at you before returning his attention to the screen. “hi babe.”

“oh no, y/n’s there,” you can hear chota through the headset. “that means arisu will be leaving soon.”

“well, let’s hope whoever replaces him is decent. otherwise we’re screwed.” karube chuckles.

“come on, i don’t always leave.” arisu complains.

“yes you do.”

“do you really want chota to list every time you’ve abandoned us early because y/n showed up?” you stifle a chuckle as arisu sighs, accepting his defeat.

he leans up to press a kiss against your cheek, setting his controller down on the table in front of him. you bring your hand up, wiping it across the skin he just kissed. arisu looks up at you with wide eyes, gasping. you cock your head at him. “what?”

“did you just wipe my kiss away?” he dramatically presses a hand against his chest, leaning back in his chair as if he’s been shot. “i can’t believe this! how could you?”

you try to hide your smile, moving to sit on arisu’s lap. he sits up immediately. you smirk down at him as he hesitantly moves his hands to your hips. “i sincerely apologize, arisu ryohei,” you tease. “how will i ever make it up to you?”

“a kiss would help.” he mumbles. you lean down to gently pull him into a sweet kiss. you can feel him smile into it, making you smile as well.

the moment is interrupted by karube and chota complaining over his headset. “are you really gonna make out with your mic on?”

“hey! we’re about to start another round!”

arisu leans over, hanging up from the call. the blush on his face has deepened when he looks back at you. you laugh, slipping the headphones off of his head, pulling him back into another kiss.

‧₊˚✩ kuina

word count 463 this one is my fav i love her

“kuina?” you call, searching for her through the crowd. she’s easy enough to find - sitting on a beach chair and joking around with usagi and arisu. her head is thrown back as she laughs. her joy is infectious as you stand, watching her for a few seconds. it’s not often that you see authentic joy in the borderland - especially not at the beach.

a small smile of your own spreads across your face as you make your way over to her. she’s still giggling as you approach, lighting up when she notices you. “baby!” she cheers, all but throwing her body onto yours in her excitement. you stumble a little as you wrap your arms around her waist, catching her body. you can smell the alcohol on her breath as she clings to you, still racked with drunken giggles every now and then.

“sorry,” usagi gives you a sympathetic smile. next to her, arisu is also laughing. you can see the empty bottles and cans of alcohol on the ground around the beach chairs next to them. “they got a little carried away.”

you shake your head, still holding kuina up. “it’s alright. thank you for keeping an eye on her.”

“of course,” she smiles, glancing back at arisu. “i should probably get him to bed.”

“me too. i’ll see you tomorrow?”

usagi nods. “we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“come on, honey,” you whisper to kuina, coaxing her to follow you into the hotel and back through your room. it’s easy enough to drag her through as she wraps her arms around your shoulders.

you’re grateful chishiya told you to choose a room on the first floor by the door; even more so when it only takes a few minutes to get kuina from the pool into your shared bedroom. she pulls your face down as you set her on your bed, leaning up to press a kiss against your cheek. you wipe the alcohol from her lips off of your face, leaving to grab a water bottle to set on the bedside table.

kuina is pouting at you when you return. “what is it?”

“you wiped my kiss away!” she whines.

you can’t help the laugh that escapes you as you sit down next to her. you brush her hair behind her ear. “i’m sorry baby.”

kuina wraps her arms around your shoulders, twisting your bodies so she’s hovering over you. she stares down at you for a few seconds before leaning down and pressing a million little kisses against your skin. you laugh at the ticklish feeling, gently pushing her away.

after pressing a final kiss against your lips she pulls away, laying down next to you. “satisfied?”

she rolls onto her side to look at you with a wide smile. “very.”

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archangeldyke-all · 2 months

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Do you think you could do another smaller chested reader but also with kinda bigger thighs? It can be nsfw or sfw. I've just been feeling extremely self-conscious lately.

of course babe! i'm sorry you're feeling self-conscious, virtual hug for you <333

men and minors dni

i thing sevika would be just as obsessed with your small tits as she would any other kind of tits.

what she'd especially love about them is that you rarely wear a bra.

she can't keep her hands to herself when she's in public with you and she just knows there's only one thing layer of shirt between her and your tits.

so expect to get pushed into a lot of dark corners and pulled into a lot of broom closets for sevika to randomly slide her hands up your shirt, giving your tits a nice squeeze before pinching your nipples, only to grin when she pulls you back out to continue shopping or walking or whatever and your nipples are poking through your shirt.

in bed though? she'd never take her mouth off of them. her hands would be on your thighs (and whenever they're on your thighs they're kneading the flesh like bread dough, whether she's holding your legs open in bed or holding your thigh in her free hand while she drives) and her mouth would be attached to your chest.

she's always trying to fit your whole tit in her mouth. it's ridiculous, but also so hot that you can't ever get past a few giggles before you break into moans.

and even if there's less surface area on your tits for her to mark, that doesn't mean she won't go to town smattering hickeys on your chest anyways.

and dont get me started on your thighs-- you have to be careful how short your hems are in the summer so you don't scandalize the public with how bruised and bitten your thighs always are.

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fariesoiree · 10 days

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Lately I've been thinking alot about lovestruck Hobie with an oblivious reader. I'm talking like, man's completely WHIPPED. Doing backflips on his eyelashes to get reader's attention and they just brush it off as 'he's probably like this with everyone'. Bro's furious, desperate even. If you're still in the getting to know each other stage, he acts like a complete idiot. I don't see him as a person to blush or stutter around their crush, but probably do his best to make you laugh or smile, even at the expense of his own dignity. To me, in the movie Hobie seemed like a very physical touch kind of guy. I assume it would be the same with reader, his arms always looking for excuses to end up around theirs waist or shoulders. You best believe he's always got you in the back of his mind (you make him question his beliefs around relationships at least once a week).

Pls give me your thoughts on the matter 🙏 obsessed with the idea.

~☄️ comet anon

ahhhh my first emoji non! this is so exciting 2 me c: okok so i haveeee a fic kinda like this — not really ( he kinda stalks reader to keep her out of harms way )— where hobie is OBSESSED but i like your take on it too

to me, hobie is the textbook definition of a lover boy and it takes him a while to make it look cool bc he’s inexperienced in the actual real world relationship stuff. like, he’s had flings, he’s had short-term relationships, if you can even call it that, in the past. he’s had crushes bc he’s human. he’s not locked down emotionally. if anything, he’s wayyy more open than your standard run of the mill person would be.

i think he wouldn’t be confused when he first saw you and got that little drop in his stomach bc he’s not an actual dumbass. he knows what having crushes is. he’s confused bc he can’t get his shit together and can’t seem to leave you alone. he’s liked plenty of other people before but he’s stuck on you and your pretty smile and your shiny curls, as if handcrafted by a higher power.

and everyone else is like “hobie wtf” when he does shit so blatantly out of character but you think it’s normal bc you just became friends with him. like he’s laughing at every little thing you say even if no one else is and you grin pridefully bc the positive reinforcement is nice. it’s encouragement and you feel like you’re being accepted by a very kind guy but in actuality, he’s dying to get you to look at him.

like he’ll get so desperate he’ll start googling stupid shit. “how to get a girl to like you back” “law of attraction for your crush” and he knows he looks so stupid rn but any opening he can get, he’s gonna take it. he, himself, is thinking “hobie wtf” when he’s walking down the street and swears he gets a whiff of your perfume. and when you’re standing close enough, he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder in what you think is platonic, and use it an an excuse to inhale the scent of your hair products.

this man is completely and totally star struck and it’s not like him. i’m convinced he loves so hard. he has too w the way he acts canonically. and it’s not like he doesn’t believe in love, he just doesn’t fw the way society tries to force it down everyone’s throats. he sometimes catches himself imagining what it would look like if you two were actually together and if it’s something he’s willing to do, to actually work towards. ofc he is, btw. without a shadow of a doubt.

my hobie, the way i view him, is so unconventionally chivalrous. he’s not laying over a puddle so you don’t have to step around it but he is working behind the scenes, doing subtle things he knows you’d appreciate without asking and could possibly be overlooked. there’s not a single hobie variant that isnt absolutely star stuck all of the time around you. alllllll of the time.

#⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 . . . 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 . . . ☄️ 𝜗𝜚⋆#hobie x black!reader #hobie brown #x black fem reader #x black reader #astv hobie #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

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