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honeyhoshi · 2 months

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you do it naturally

summary: the hiding, the secrets, and staying back to watch him shine has never been an issue. until today.

it’s the night before the biggest show of his life, but it’s soonyoung's turn to show her that he’s her biggest fan.

this is a part of the playlist universe

genre: social media au/trad fic hybrid, solo idol au, celebrity x non-celebrity

wordcount: 4,606

pairing: solo idol!hoshi x afab!reader

warnings: discussions about self-esteem issues, body image/weight, feelings of jealousy, plenty of frustrated tears, afab reader, female anatomy, fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, crying during sex (good!!), dirty talk (lovingly), pussy drunk hoshi (canon), implied chubby/bigger reader

author's notes: unfortunately i am horribly in love with hoshi so this is my humble contribution to his smut tag

As someone whose life revolved around sugar, butter, and flour, this was a new world. The tension in the air is palpable and the flurry of activity is so different from the kind of rush you’re used to. You’re nearly tripping over your feet trying to catch up to the member of the staff who's been sent to assist you. This must be so out of their scope of work, it's almost embarrassing how clueless you are to all of this.

It’s been three years since you started dating Soonyoung, and while you’ve never missed one of his shows in Seoul, this is your first time attending one of his rehearsals. He’s notorious for being laser focused and demanding of his team, making sure everyone remembered their collective goal of an amazing show. You never wanted to get in the way of that or to be considered a distraction.

In fact, that’s always how you’ve operated as his girlfriend. You understand where you stand, what your role is, and when it’s time to work, you will stand back and let him shine.

But when you make it to the front of the stage, taking a seat close to Soonyoung’s managers after giving them a friendly smile, you can’t help the wave of pride that comes over you as you take everything in. The stage is massive, the largest Soonyoung’s ever had, and over thirty dancers are on stage with him as he adjusts the blocking and tweaks steps.

Then he catches your eye.

His eyes disappear as he smiles and you can’t help but do the same. You fight off the urge to wave, wanting him to get back to what he’s doing knowing full well they have limited time to go over everything before resting for the evening. You can’t take your eyes off him though. Preparations for concerts usually take him away from you for weeks at a time, and with the scale of this one, you hadn’t seen each other in the flesh for a month.

Just seeing him in front of you now already makes you feel sated.

“Can we do another run of the new song with the pair choreo. We just want to see which works better,” the director calls from the tech booth.

“Nari-ssi, please come up. Everyone else, take 5,” the choreographer on stage with them calls into her mic.

Soonyoung had mentioned he was debuting a new song at the concert. It was something he and Jihoon had worked on last minute that he couldn’t stop talking about, wanting to drop hints but also saying he wanted it to be a surprise for when you would see it at the show. He had dropped the topic dead a few weeks ago.

Nari bounds up the stage with a glorious spring in her step, bare faced but glowing. Her practice clothes fit her like a glove and her overall vibe gives off the energy that she herself was an idol.

That ugly feeling starts to simmer in your stomach as what you suppose is the song starts to play. The intro is slow and sultry and the sweat in your palms starts to grow uncomfortable. Only an idiot wouldn’t understand the sensuality of this song from the get go.

The love of your life is standing right there but you can’t take your eyes off of Nari as she finds her blocking before the verse starts. Nari smiles at Soonyoung and makes a comment you can’t hear from your seat. You feel sick.

Soonyoung and Nari are facing each other with one of his hands on her chin, lifting her gaze to him. His other hand is resting on her slender hip and in a three count from their choreographer, they move in unison.

“Three, four, five, ‘oh baby, cause I’ da, da da!”

The MR only covers the backing vocals but still you know that’s Soonyoung’s crooning and matched with the way his and Nari’s hands and bodies move, you’re transfixed. Horribly.

You avert your eyes, unable to focus and try to play it off as replying to an urgent message, but you’re startled when you hear a loud “SOONYOUNG FOCUS!”

Your head flies up to find Soonyoung staring you down from the stage, eyebrows furrowed and looking, dare you say, nervous.

“We need to see how this is actually going to look like tomorrow, so please let’s put more effort into this. Poor Nari’s giving it her all, Nyoung-ah.”

Soonyoung tries to communicate with you wordlessly but your unwillingness to keep eye contact makes it difficult for Soonyoung to get whatever it is across.

The music plays back again and they return to their starting positions and you know he’s turned it On.

The look on his face, the focus in his eyes. This is what he looks like when he’s locked in, and when his body starts to move, everything falls away.

But Nari.

They move seamlessly, sensually, and just Right. She matches every beat, wave, and touch he gives her. And gives back that same sultry energy with a flick of her wrist, dip of her hip, and when she leans her head back on his shoulder, allowing him to move her body to the music.

You could never move like that. You could never fit in his arms like that.

The song ends and the dancers around them hoot and jeer and Nari blushes as she and Soonyoung finally break their grazes, breathless.

They would never cheer for you like that.

This has never gotten to you this badly. Usually, the distance between the two of you allows you to compose yourself when things get muddled in your head, able to piece yourself together when the fear and insecurity claw up your throat. But your usual proximity is nonexistent and the gap has been closed.

Being with an internationally acclaimed artist meant busy schedules and only being able to squeeze in the littlest dates every now and then. You had time to prepare for those, give yourself the pep talk of It’s been three years. If he wanted you gone, he’d have said something by now.

In preparation for the show you two had made prior plans you would stay with him, an impromptu long weekend “getaway” you had put in at work almost 3 months ago. But now it feels like you’re trapped. You’ve been short with him since his rehearsals wrapped and you’d met up with him in his private dressing room. You could only stomach to say surface level good jobs and you’re always so amazing!

There’s no way he hasn’t picked up on it yet because the air in the car was nonexistent. It was stifling and you could feel the waves of anger simmering underneath Soonyoung’s skin, just waiting to burst forth the moment the two of you were alone.

He knew something was wrong. He always knew.

The ride up the elevator to his unit felt like the longest and shortest elevator ride of both of your lives and the second Soonyoung had let you into his place and locked the door behind him, you wanted to cry.

“Can we finally talk about this?” He starts.

“What?”

“Babe.”

“Soonyoung.”

“Are we really doing this?” He sighs, exasperated.

You feel bad. But the sadness is gnawing at your head and heart and neither are working correctly.

“We’re not ‘doing’ anything, Soonyoung.” You say as you toe off your shoes and put down your bag before facing him.

And what a glorious face it is. He’s always been the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He looks best like this, you think. Soft and free of makeup and tired and home.

“I’m sorry,” you start, face beginning to crumple and the sting of hot fresh tears threaten to spill.

“No, no, no, baby. Come on, come here,” Soonyoung’s scrambling to pull you into his arms, “Hey, hey, shhh. Look at me, talk to me.”

He pulls her face into his hands and tries to lift her gaze towards him. But she fights and tries to keep her head down.

“Baby, you have to talk to me, okay? You have to talk to me and tell me what I did wrong, hmm?” He respects your refusal to look at him and instead hugs your head to his chest, resting his chin atop the crown of your head.

Soonyoung wraps his other hand around your shoulders and maneuvers the two of you to lay on the couch, You’re still sobbing, large tears falling from your eyes and dampening the shirt he’s wearing.

When he moves to lay down on one of your favorite spots to cuddle in his home, you freeze in his arms, sobs stopping and shoulders going rigid. You push yourself off of him, hands going up to brush the tears off the face.

“No, no, I’m too heavy, I'll crush you.” It is almost business-like how you snap back into this cold tone.

Soonyoung stops, sits up straight, “What are you talking about?”

You groan, “Soonyoung, I don’t want to get into it. Please, you’ve had a long day, tomorrow is going to be—“

“No,” he cuts you off, “We don’t get to talk about tomorrow until we talk about today. Until we talk about what’s going on right now.”

“Soonyoung—I just. I don’t know how to talk about this. I’m just blowing things out of proportion. It’s nothing, I swea—“

“It isn’t nothing, though, is it?” He says, softer now. He reaches up for your hand, “You’re upset. You’ve been upset since I saw you after rehearsals. We have to talk about this, baby. We promised each other we’d talk things through.”

Your eyes sting again, a fresh batch of tears ready and threatening to make their appearance. That sharp feeling in your nose is there, any second now.

“Tell me how I can make it better, baby.”

The dam breaks and you fall boneless into Soonyoung’s embrace. You straddle his lap and wraps your arms around him, pressing the two of you chest to chest.

You bury you face in Soonyoung’s neck and let out a shuddering sob.

“I’m sorry, I’m being so, so immature and so unreasonable. You didn’t do anything,” you say, still slightly unintelligible from the tears.

“You’ve never done anything that’s made me sad or angry, Soonyoung. It’s me, it’s me and my stupid brain.”

“Hey, hey, no. Please please don’t say that, hmm? Let’s work this out together,” Soonyoung coos.

“I-i-i just felt so horrible, Soonyoung!” You finally cry, “She looked so beautiful and perfect and just so RIGHT in your arms and God, the way you two moved and how everyone watched the two of you.”

Soonyoung pulls away, grasping you face in his hands and finally locking eyes with you.

“I know I said I’m okay keeping this a secret and keeping everything simple and under wraps, and it’s fine! I promise, it really isn’t that.”

“Then what is it, baby?”

You’re quiet for a bit as Soonyoung traces the path of your tears with his thumbs, wiping them away.

“I’ll never be able to do what she can. Nari. I’ll never look like her or act like her or move like her. I can’t even dance with you without looking like a fool.”

Soonyoung feels his heart sink. His own eyes start to grow bleary and when he blinks a tear falls to his cheek. He drops his head to your chest and breathes you in.

“I’m sorry—“

“Oh no, Soonyoung it isn’t yo—“

“I’m sorry that things have gotten this far that you’ve grown to feel that way. I’m sorry because I know in some way or form all of this has become that and I didn’t catch it.”

When he lifts his head, tear tracks mark his pretty face and his nose is red.

“But you have to know,” he starts, eyes very serious, and not daring to look away from you, “You have to know that you are everything. You are everything to me. You’re even more than that.”

“And we are going to dance. Oh we are going to dance all the time. I am going to dance with you in the kitchen when we’re waiting for focaccia to bake, we are going to dance in the bedroom when we change the sheets, and we are going to dance when I marry you. And everyone will have their eyes on you and they will clap and cheer because just look at the woman I love.”

“Soonyoung—“

He stands with a start and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, elbows hooking over his shoulders. His hands are under your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. He’s carrying you into his room.

The lights automatically flicker on as he enters and kicks the door closed behind you, “In fact, baby, why don’t we start now hmm?”

“What, start what?”

He grins and any semblance of sadness has vanished from his face. He smiles and something in your heart is elated.

“Dancing, of course.”

Soonyoung is known in the industry as an ace — able to sing, rap, compose, choreograph, and above all things, dance. And dance with you he does.

The way he can make your body move is unexplainable because once he placed you at the center of his bed, he’d strummed at your body, mouthed at your pulse and had gotten you out of your top and jeans before you could even fully comprehend.

His mouth is hot on yours and he breathes in your air as soon as you exhale and you’re growing lightheaded as his hands continue to undress you. In an attempt to get some air in both your lungs, he pulls away to frantically tear his shirt over his head, not daring to take his eyes off you. He flings it over his shoulder unceremoniously, not a care in the world where it lands and makes quick work of his sweatpants.

“What, you thought you’d get lucky tonight?” You quip at him, “Even when you knew I was feeling tilted?

He’d gone commando.

“Good mood, bad mood, whatever the fuck mood, I want you,” he laughs as dives back in to kiss you.

His hands are everywhere, like he doesn’t know what and where to touch, wanting to feel you everywhere before settling on the thickness of your thighs. He spreads your legs slightly so he could slot himself in between them, cock pressed perfectly to your center.

And then he grinds. The head of his cock nudges perfectly at your clothed clit and you let out a mewl.

“There you go, let me hear you,” he groans into your ear, “Y’sound so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Soonyoooouung,” you can’t control the drawn out moan of his name. After everything you’re pent up and everything feels too much already.

He lets his mouth trail wet, open mouthed kisses from your jaw to your neck as his hands busy themselves undoing the hook of your bra. He scrambles to get it off of you and immediately pulls one nipple in his mouth, nipping and soothing it with a slow lave of his tongue.

He grips your other breast in his palm and squeezes, biting his lip at how your flesh molds to his touch.

“Fuck your tits are fucking perfect.”

This man was groping and grinding against you, and you blush as he compliments your breasts.

He continues kissing down the valley between your breasts and you hold your breath as he starts pressing his lips onto your stomach. It dips and springs back as he moves and your eyes zero in on the deeper colored lines of your stretch marks. There are more on your thighs to match.

But he makes no comment.

He instead groans whenever he stops to suck a bruise and to run his tongue over the mark he’s made.

“You’re so,” he starts, almost breathless, “You’re everything.” He laughs at his own inarticulate thoughts before hooking his thumbs into the elastic of your underwear.

He pulls them off and moves back up to press a deep kiss to your mouth, “I want to make you come three times, love.”

“What?” You’re dazed.

His right hand moves down to trace your ass and hook under your knee so he can spread you open.

“First, I’m going to fuck you open on my fingers,” he breathes, “then when you’re nice and wet and open for me, I want you to sit on my face, alright?”

With all his talk distracting you, you’re suddenly startled when you feel his thumb on your lower lips, starting to spread you apart.

“Then when you’ve come all over my face, I’m going to fuck my come into you, just how you like it. Right, baby?”

He slips in two fingers into you with no warning and you keen, high and wanton and uncontrollable.

Soonyoung is rough and quick when he fingers you and no matter how slow and sensual the lovemaking is, this will always be fast, hard, and messy.

While one hand is busy pumping two fingers into you, the other pinches your clit and quickly rubs, wanting your first orgasm to come as quickly as possible.

Your lower lip is close to bleeding as you try to keep your voice down but Soonyoung only chuckles when he sees your attempts at restraint.

“Baby we’re soundproofed in here. Make all the noise you want.”

You want to slap at his chest playfully at least, get him to feel some semblance of shame, but just as you try to make some quick remark, his fingers brush that spot inside of you and he presses down hard.

You’re unable to hold in the scream that rips through your throat as his arm flexes and he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

You clench your eyes shut as you finally let him have your first release. It’s almost explosive and you spill messily all over his fingers and arm, his other hand making a bigger mess, spraying drops of your release letting them fly further.

Breathing comes hard but he’s already pulling out of you and moving your body around until you’re on your knees.

Soonyoung lays on his back and tugs at your hands to grip at his headboard, “Fuck I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Soonyoung, what if—“

“If you want to stop, we’ll stop. Just say the word,” he says, propping himself up with his elbow.

“You have to do the same,” you say shakily, still trying to get your bearings after the mind blowing first orgasm.

“Unlikely, but you know I’ll tell you everything, love.”

And just like that he lays back again, looking more eager than you could have ever imagined. You kneel over his chest and slowly inch upwards before lowering yourself over his mouth.

Soonyoung’s always loved eating you out. He loves when sex is wet and messy and loud. He loves the taste of you and making so much noise while he’s pressed up against your pussy it almost seems like he’s the one getting release.

Every flex and curl of his tongue has you whimpering and you can’t help the way you throw your head back as his nose nudges at your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

He coaxes this second one slower but it hits you just as strongly as he continues to mouth at your core even when you’re crying and shaking from the sensitivity. You almost topple off the bed as you climb off Soonyoung to lay back next to him on the bed.

You turn your head to Soonyoung and the entirety of his lower face is wet with your release and your face burns. But Soonyoung is aglow with arousal and just so much love.

He coaxes your mouth to meet his own and it is a reprieve from how quickly he moved for you to reach your high twice in such a short period of time.

You can taste yourself on his mouth but it makes you groan as his tongue pushes its way to mingle with your own.

Despite the desperation at which you both moved, this is slow and quiet. Just you lips moving against each other and the sheets rustling fills the space.

Soonyoung pushes himself off the bed cautiously, desperate to keep his lips on you as he positions himself between your thighs.

Just like that a switch flips and the urgency to have him starts once more. He pressed his cock against your entrance and let the underside slide against your wet cunt. It offers you little relief, the friction hardly enough to get you there.

He pulls away and brings one hand to your face as the other holds him over your body.

Soonyoung’s hooded lids and glazed eyes are a sight to behold. His hair is damp and the shorter strands that frame his face are plastered onto his forehead. There’s a bead of sweat that’s clinging to the cut of his jaw and you ache to press your mouth to it.

His thumb traces the curve of your cheek, the plumpness of your lower lip, and slowly he’s pressing the finger between your teeth. You press your tongue against the pad of his thumb and wrap your lips around the finger, and suck.

God, I love this man. I will always only love this man.

“I love you,” he gasps as he finally presses in and sinks into you.

Any other day and it would be embarrassing how close you both are to the edge, but you both know that his evening was far from normal. Your heart is hammering in your chest so hard you feel like it’ll rip itself out of its confines. Everything feels too good and too much and you want it. You want this every single day if you could.

Soonyoung sits up and uses both hands to grip onto your hips and to brace himself. What he does next makes your head spin.

“I’m so close, baby. You gotta say it.” He stands on his knees, changing the angle slightly. Then he lifts your hips just right and the noise you let out as his cock sinks into you perfectly is completely pitiful.

“Say it.”

“Soonyoung!” you cry out. It’s a sob, really. Depraved, almost, in the desperation and the raw fucking feeling thats burning through your nerves.

“Just say it baby, you know the words. Say it and I’ll make good on the very last fucking promise I made tonight,” he says, the edge in his voice making itself known. He wanted to make this evening soft, slow, and for every movement to have meaning. But he has always been hungry.

Hungry for the stage, bigger venues, brighter lights, more challenging steps, and of course for you.

He breathes in through his nose sharply and tries to exhale slowly and paced, “Just say it baby, I know you can.”

“You’re mine.”

“That’s it. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”

The years of precise practice and this industry expertise has made the man you love into the most exquisite lover.

He thrusts quick and deep and the undulations of his hips have you seeing stars and tearing up once more. He’s everywhere, in your eyes, head, lungs, heart and you’ll be damned if you ever let him go.

The insecurities and the problems and the people will always be there, they will always cause uncertainties but this is one thing you will always be sure of. You will always be sure of him.

Soonyoung comes with a cry of your name and the most beautiful gasp against your mouth as he pumps you full of his cum, pushing you over the edge and he swallows the cry you let out.

He pulls away to press breathless kisses against your face and any other part of you he can get his lips on mumbling, “I’m yours, I’m yours. I’ll always only be yours.”

It starts slowly, warm, and comfortable. The rustling of the sheets and the hot wet press of his mouth slowly coaxing you into that soft space of barely awake, but able to slip back to sleep if you stayed quiet enough.

“I gotta go, baby,” is Soonyoung’s whisper, cheek resting atop your head.

You hum in response, not fully coherent to put together words after he’d pulled endless strings of moans and cries from your lips the night prior.

He presses a kiss to your hair, “Didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.”

You feel the way the bed dips and the blankets move as he goes to stand. He slips on his shoes and, unable to leave so easily, moves back towards the bed and kneels by where your head rests on a pillow.

“I love you, think about what I said last night, okay?”

You tried to keep yourself collected, keep the frantic energy sizzling in your veins at bay. Soonyoung had put on the show of his life, something that happens just a few times in a performer’s life, you’re sure. Pride had swelled so grandly in your heart. You had been so lovestruck watching him that it felt like he could see you whenever he had turned his head in your general direction.

Backstage is still abuzz from the end of the show. You’re sure people are still running around making sure the egress goes smoothly, that all the fans are able to exit the stadium safely. But everything comes second the moment you hear his voice.

“Has she been escorted from her se—“

You can’t help it. You’re so happy, so excited, and so in love with him. You’re running toward him. He’s changed out of his encore outfit and into a sweater—oversized the way he likes them— and sweatpants. He could slip into bed any second now it looks like.

“Soonyoung!” You call out, stealing his attention.

He turns to you and the most breathtaking smile spreads on his face and you throw yourself into his arms. He catches you and you wrap your legs around his slender waist.

“It was amazing, you’re so amazing. Congratulations, oh my god!” You’re blabbing, you can feel your mouth going a million miles an hour but you can’t stop.

You pull him into a crushing hug as he gently puts your feet back on the ground, keeping your arms around his neck.

“And that new song, Jesus you weren’t kidding, it’s so good and the choreo! The way you moved! You changed the choreo last minu—“ In a split second, his lips are on yours and you can’t help but smile against him.

You break away, breathless when you remember, “Soonyoung, everyone can see.”

He gives you a silly quizzical look, “Only thinking about that now and not when you jumped into my arms?”

You’re speechless. He’s right.

“I’d be happy if everyone knew,” Soonyoung says simply and pulls you in again for another kiss.

When you pull away, you suck in a large breath and say, “Okay.”

There’s a small smile that he can’t hide as he asks, “Okay…? To what, exactly?”

You blush and bury your head in his chest. You want to while, he’s so annoying.

“To everything. To everything you said last night,” you mumble into his chest, trying to muster enough confidence to keep going.

“Okay, I’ll move in with you. Okay, I’ll tell all my friends about you. Okay, let’s make us public.”

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hvlplvss · 5 months

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| slytherin!colby brock x quiet!hufflepuff!reader

summary: in which, colby brock begins to sneak around with the shy, quiet hufflepuff girl.

warnings: none

authors note: as requested, here is part two of ‘quiet’. unedited lol

quiet (part one)

ever since colby brock had confessed why he was so rude to her; things had changed and people could tell.

y/n had started speaking up. using her voice to actually answer in class, instead of whispering like she use to.

she would start conversations with the people who she sat next to and she’d only just began to stick up for people who were getting picked on. she was becoming a new version of herself.

all because of colby brock. the contrasting pair had secretly been meeting up late at night, at the astronomy tower, where they had their first actual friendly interaction.

colby would also hide from his friends during their free periods. running about the castle with y/n, being careful to not been seen with one another by people in their year.

there’d been a time where the pair were running about the upper hallways, chasing each other around. and they’d ran into fred weasley.

y/n had turned a corner and basically ran straight into him. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, due to the fact y/n y/l/n was running in a corridor.

and then colby brock turned the corner, running into y/n. she looked down at the floor, a small smile on her face.

“oh- should i be concerned?” fred asked, his eyes darting between colby and y/n.

y/n laughed, but colby had a stern look on his face, trying to hide this little soft side y/n had come to know.

“no, it’s okay fred,” she smiled, “just don’t tell anyone! okay? please!” she begged.

fred nodded, “you owe me one!” he walked past the two but then stopped and turned back to them, “you too brock!”

y/n laughed, looking at colby, who wore a annoyed grimace on his face. “oh stop moping. could have been sam!” she reasoned, “now come on!” she grabbed colby’s hand and ran the opposite way to fred.

sudden voices approached from one side of the corridor, familiar voices. y/n’s eyes widened, colby swore under his breath.

his hand tightened around y/n’s hand and he dragged her to the other side of the corridor. hiding behind a pillar, that was to the left of them.

“i mean, colby’s been acting so differently!” sam spoke, his voice growing closer.

“what do you mean? he’s always been weird,” draco shrugged.

colby’s face contorted in annoyance yet y/n couldn’t help but let out a giggle at draco’s comment. colby looked at y/n and rolled his eyes, but he still smiled at her quiet laugh.

“well, haven’t you noticed? he’s always unfocused, like he’s thinking about something. or he’s always missing nowadays!” sam explained, “like, where is he now? huh?” the group of boys stayed silent. “when was the last time you spoke to him, enzo?”

the boy in question itched his head in thought, “uh- like… i mean the last time we actually had a conversation was like two days ago in astronomy, but he was so distracted,”

“exactly!” sam reasoned, “something’s going on! and he’s not telling us about it!”

“calm down sam. he’ll come to us eventually,” theo replied, trying to calm the boys anger down. sam shook his head and walked away, the boys following him.

after they had disappeared, the two came out from their hiding place, laughing at how clueless the group were.

“how stupid are they?” y/n laughed.

colby looked over at the girl, who looked so pretty in this moment. she was happy and being herself.

“you’re so beautiful,” colby whispered.

y/n’s head snapped towards colby, her face going red, as she bit back a smile. “shut up,” she answered in embarrassment.

y/n looked to her watch, a muggle gift hermione had bought her, “colby, we’re late for potions!”

y/n began running in one direction, soon realising colby was not following, “are you not coming with me?” she asked.

he shook his head in response, “i will in a bit, just can’t be bothered right now!”

y/n huffed, “but you’ll get a detention!”

colby smiled at y/n, walking up to her and tucking a stray hair behind her ear, “i’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry about me!”

she huffed, once again, in defeat, “bye colby,” she turned around and began to walk away from him.

“bye sweetheart,” he answered, a tone of playfulness in his voice. y/n turned back while she continued walking, her lips thinned into a bright smile, trying to hide her laugh.

colby’s eyes softened at the girl as she rounded the corner, letting his thoughts sink in. colby brock had it bad for the quiet hufflepuff girl, who was now discovering herself.

it was approximately twenty five minutes into professors snape droning potions class. sure y/n loved her studies; but she’d officially had enough.

the lesson had gone on forever and colby hadn’t even shown up, which meant the boy would be in so much trouble with snape.

y/n had heard sam make a comment about colby’s sudden absence, as he was there at lunch and he seemed to be fine then.

but just as y/n was thinking about said boy, he burst through the door, all eyes turned to him.

“mr brock, how kind of you to join us!” snape spoke monotonously.

“of course! how could i not, my favourite, favourite professor!” colby replied sarcastically.

snape’s gaze did not change, his eyes still staring holes through colby, who stood there with a smirk, while the class tried not to laugh (y/n included). “detention, mr brock. tonight at 7pm, do not be late,”

colby nodded, surrendering with his hands, he took his seat next to sam, who asked where he was.

“i was at the hospital wing,” he lied.

colby glanced at y/n, who listened in carefully. she smiled at him and looked down bashfully. colby chuckled to himself, trying to think of a lie to tell sam.

snape had set them off on a practical task, making a medium-level potion, which the class had all completed before.

y/n knew she wouldn’t mess this up. so when she turned back around from grabbing some more ingredients, and noticed the colour change of the potion, she knew someone had messed with hers.

y/n looked up to her first guess: sam. but he wasn’t even looking at her. he was talking to theo, talking about their potion.

her eyes then drifted to colby, who held a guilty smirk. her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised in annoyance.

colby held up a small vile and wiggled it about, teasing y/n in what he had done, which contained whatever ingredient he had found on the side from snape’s supplies.

snape began to walk around the tables, while y/n swiftly tried to fix hers. but nothing was working.

snape looked into y/n’s potion. “how disappointing,” he said, looking at y/n, “maybe i overestimate your talent. you’ll join mr brock in detention tonight,”

y/n’s eyes snapped towards colby, who wore a smirk on his face, while he tried to conceal his laugh.

sam had picked up on snape’s words, and then he picked up on the two said people’s interaction from across the room.

colby wasn’t being rude, or intimidating the quiet girl, who sam had grown to hate over the years. they were joking together.

he payed close attention to them. looking at how they interacted across the room. and it seemed to be friendly; too friendly for sam’s liking.

he saw how y/n would frequently glance at colby, then look down trying to hide the redness which rushed to her cheeks when colby would notice. or how colby’s stare would linger just a few seconds too long.

sam knew something was going on and he needed to find out what

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #sam golbach x reader #smut #sam and colby smut #harry potter

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rrenzwrld · 7 months

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secreto de amor

connie falling in luv w his bsf sister ; a series? idk

enjoy! it’s been a while i’m sorry😔

“con, this is my sister— step sister, y/n.” jean introduced you to the shorter dude with his buzzcut dyed lime green. “y/n, this is my friend, constance.” jean smiled because he knew he was about to piss connie off.

“nice to meet you, constance—“

“don’t call me that.” he glared at you whilst he spoke in a cold tone. jean snickered as your friendly smile dropped.

“is that not your name?”

“it is but you can call me connie. don’t let your brother get you fucked up.” for it to be the first time meeting him, he was kinda mean. but you guessed you had to respect his boundaries if you two were gonna get along, even if he was rude in establishing them.

jean shoved connie to the side. “don’t talk to her like that. keep on, i’ll kick the shit outta your lil ass.” but all he did was shrug and walk away.

“sure.” jean turned to you with a sympathetic look on his face.

“sorry bout him. he’s an asshole.” you glared your brother down.

“figures.”

jean obviously wasn’t your blood brother but he was your older brother through marriage. his dad married your mom a few years ago but you two had been around each other for longer than that so the marriage brought you closer over time. jean had moved out when he finished college and invited you to move in with him so you did. he was the only man in the world you trusted enough to live with. connie was younger than jean but a little older than you so he was friends with jean for a while. you just never bothered to meet him when he came over and stayed in your room instead. but it was different this time because jean actually asked you to meet his friend this time so you didn’t see a problem with it.

“your sister’s cute.” connie took a hit of the blunt he had in his hand. jean kicked him in the leg.

“you know how i feel about that.”

“what?” he looked clueless but he knew what jean referred to.

“you hittin on my sister and you don’t even do relationships—“

“whoa.. i didn’t say anything about relationships. literally just said she was cute, calm down.”

“i don’t even want you thinking she’s cute. think she’s ugly or something.”

“but she’s not though.”

“oh really? i—“ jean was about to pull out his phone and show the most embarrassing pictures he had of you, but luckily you had walked into the room before he could.

“jean, can i borrow your car?” jean looked at you like you were crazy. the only reason you were asking was because your car was in the shop so you had no choice but to utilize the brother you had. you just hated asking or relying on people for things.

“uh no. take the bus.” connie let out a snicker before your eyes darted to his reaction. all you did was roll your eyes and continued the conversation with jean.

“i haven’t rode public transportation since high school. you know i’m only asking because lola in the shop right now…”

“…lola? you named your car?” connie felt the need to comment for whatever reason.

“shut up. yes, i did. you got a problem, baldy?” connie didn’t respond with anything else. “yeah. anyways, jean?” jean smacked his teeth before allowing you to get his keys.

“thank you, thank you!” you pulled your brother in for a hug. “love you, i’ll be back!”

“you better..” he mumbled.

“it’s the way you actually let her use your car. your dumbass didn’t even ask where she was going.” jean paused because he realized how right connie was. he was going to regret it but felt no need because the deed had been done and he’d deal with it whenever you came back.

“shut up. it’s the way you actually don’t know how to mind your fucking business.”

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #connie springer x black y/n #connie springer x black reader

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iheartgirlzn · 4 days

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Hello can you do a Percy Jackson reader when Tyson ask Percy Annabeth and the reader if the thzr the reader and Percy is together ? But he is completely shameless because well he is Tyson and the reader and Percy are both oblivious please

OBLIVIOUSLY IN LOVE

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

warning(s): mention of zöe nightshade, ooc annabeth ?, very short blurb, basically just reader and percy being clueless ♡

a/n: HOPEFULLY I GOT THIS RIGHT! anyways ty for requesting this 🤭 i tyson sm he’s so silly! (and sorry this took a whilee!)

the three demigods, plus one friendly cyclops, sat around hestia’s hearth, happy chatting to each other with cabin 7’s angelic voices singing harmonically in the background. the night air was cool, and the sky was free of fog, leaving a clear view of stars, making zöe’s constellation visible.

percy and y/n sat knee-to-knee, giggling at chatting with each other.

tyson watched curiously, he was happy that percy had started dating someone, he was just confused why his brother wouldn’t tell him. of course, he couldn’t be a 100% sure they were together, so he decided to ask annabeth instead.

“are brother and y/n dating?” he whispered loudly, attracting the attention of all 3 half-bloods.

annabeth’s eyes widened, freezing and turning to look at tyson with a hysterical look on her face. “wha-what was that?” she stuttered, struggling to keep down her laugh.

“are they.. you know, dating?” tyson repeated, stage-whispering.

annabeth burst into laughter, and percy and y/n sat there frozen in shock with flustered looks on their faces. they slowly scooted away from each other, avoiding eye contact while turning pink.

“why would, uh, you think that bud?” percy asked, his voice cracking embarrassingly. he cleared his throat. “we’re not- we’re not together. haha, nope, no sir!”

y/n nodded aggressively, her eyes wide as if trying to shoot laser beams out of them, super-man style. “yeah- hah, what percy said! we aren’t like that!”

tyson tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “huh? but you act like a couple.”

annabeth continued wheezing, crying from laughing so hard, while percy and y/n turned more red, if possible.

“i-i’m going to bed!” y/n shot out of her seat, and walked away from the campfire a blushing mess.

the sons’ of poseidon watched her walk away, tyson confused, percy embarrassed, and annabeth struggling to breathe in her chair.

‘stupid tyson!’ y/n mentally grumbled. ‘i’d never like him like that!’

for the rest of the night, y/n’s thoughts were filled with percy and tyson’s comment. ‘that’s silly.’ she kept telling herself. ‘just.. just silly.’

don’t steal my work pls and ty <3

#percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fandom #x reader #x fem!reader #x you #x y/n #pjo #percy jackson #rick riordan #I LOVE TYSON HE’S SO CUTE #annabeth chase is a silly goose w her friends i stand by this 🫡

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b1mbodoll · 2 months

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im sO looking forward to seeing you write again!! something thats been stuck in my head lately is shotgunning w nicholas 🫠🫠 the thought of a friendly little smoking session turning into a heated make out is making me SICK 😵‍💫😵‍💫 need to hump his thigh until im crying out of frustration tbh 🫣🫣 no bc putting into words how badly i want this man would create a new sin in the bible ngl

<🫧3

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: drugs + dryhumping + dacryphilia

💌: ur brain is so yum, i’m sick!!! i love the thought of mean dom nicho so much 😞

okay but smoking for the first time with nicholas 😵‍💫 you’re a little clueless ‘nd coughs wrack your body, feeling embarrassed by how intently he’s watching you and shrinking under his gaze. but he’s not to be mean, it’s because he’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around the blunt and how pretty you look, eyes glossy and a dopey little smile on your face as the weed affects you. and yeah, he feels a little bad so he decides to help you out, definitely for your benefit and absolutely not because he wants to kiss you.

“c’mere, pretty girl,” he says, seating you on his lap, placing a knee between your thighs. “let me help you.”

nicho takes the blunt from you, ashing it before taking a hit and placing a hand on your cheek, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb as a sign to get you to open up for him. “be a good girl ‘n make sure to inhale for me sweetheart.” he states, voice low and raspy.

he takes a hit and your eyes widen as his face comes impossibly close, blowing the smoke into your open mouth while you do your best to inhale, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

he does it a couple more times, taking pleasure in how flustered you look and the needier you get, biting back a smirk when you subconsciously grind back and forth on his thigh, quiet moans like music to his ears when his jeans catch your clit just right.

you’re so gone n so needy, you can’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes, peering up at nicholas through wet lashes with a sweet little pout adorning your face. he wants to help you out but he’s enjoying the show, flexing his thigh at times just to hear you gasp n moan, so close to reaching your orgasm but ‘s just not enough, unwillingly edging yourself the more you rut against him.

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roses-r-rosie3 · 6 months

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Camping Trip

Jason Todd x M!Himbo!Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Summary: Jason invites the reader to a camping trip with the Batfam and tries to give hints to the reader that he likes him the entire trip but the reader is completely oblivious to it and thinks Jason is just being friendly

Quote: “Dang dude you’re stuck in the friend zone”

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Everyone in the family knew about Jason’s little crush on you, so it didn’t surprise them when he invited you along to the camping trip as his “plus one” (even though it was only supposed to be a family trip). Jason thought that bringing you along to a camping trip with his family would be the perfect place for him to finally confess to you.

All of his other attempts were.. interesting.. to say the least. It wasn’t his fault by any means, but you were just very.. oblivious. One time he took you out to the movies, and he tried the classic “stretching his arms around your shoulders” trick. He thought that you had finally got the hint that he liked you. But afterwards, he got hit with this…

BUDDY?!?

“Dang dude you’re stuck in the friend zone” Dick laughed as Jason showed him.

Hopefully this time you would finally get the hint. I mean he’s inviting you to a trip, WITH HIS FAMILY! Surely you weren’t that clueless, right?

It was the day of the trip and Bruce rented a van, problem was, Bruce didn’t know that Jason was inviting you until he already got the van. Jason got the bright idea for you to sit on his lap, but when he mentioned it to Bruce, Bruce immediately denied it.

Jason decided to take a separate car with you to drive there since you weren’t the best driver. There was a time when you let go of the steering wheel to pull out a paper map because your phone had no service. It still puzzles everyone how you passed your drivers test.

Jason tried giving hints even while he was driving. Turning on love songs, placing his hands on your thighs, etc. but you still weren’t getting it, instead just thinking that he was being friendly. When all of you got there, you all built the tents and set up the campfire.

“Jason” Dick whispered as he motioned for Jason to come to him.

Jason followed Dick to where no one else could hear them.

“Ok so, I packed some kayaks for the trip, why don’t you and y/n down there before us” Dick winked.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much Dick! I owe you for this one” Jason smiled before running off to go get you.

“Hey y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to come down to the river, Dick brought some kayaks” Jason asked.

“Sure!” You smiled before following Jason.

While you were kayaking, Jason rested his head on your shoulder, but you still weren’t getting it. You just thought he was tired from all of the driving. When the two of you finally came back to the camping grounds, you were met with Jason’s family who were giggling and snickering, Jason later found out that they were taking pictures of the two of you.

When it started to get dark, everyone stood around the campfire while making s’mores. Everyone was laughing while talking about embarrassing stories, ghost stories, and catching up. It was a really fun time for everyone.

When it came night-time, everyone had partners to sleep with. Bruce got his own tent, Stephanie and Cassie, Dick and Damian, Duke and Tim, and last but not least you and Jason. After everyone got ready for bed, they said their goodbye’s and went inside their individual tents to sleep.

“I had a lot of fun today” you smiled as you looked into Jason’s eyes.

“I did too, especially because you’re here” Jason smiled back cheekily.

You just giggled before cuddling into Jason’s chest and started to slowly drift asleep. Jason couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit before slowly falling asleep himself.

You suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, in need to use the restroom. You slowly slipped out of Jason’s grasp and quickly walked behind one of the trees before relieving yourself. After you were done you quickly squirted some hand sanitizer in your hand until you heard some shuffling behind you.

“Hello…?”

Jason awoke and saw that you weren’t there with him. Jason got out of the tent to quickly go look for you. He turned on his flashlight and started walking but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you were surrounded by a pack of wolves.

“Y/n! What are you doing! Run!” Jason yelled out, scaring the wolves away.

Before you could talk, Jason interrupted you.

“Are you kidding me y/n?! You could’ve gotten hurt!” Jason yelled out before stomped his way back to the tent.

You were quick to follow him back to the tent. When you finally got inside, Jason was silent, almost ignoring you.

“I’m sorry Jason, I didn’t mean to worry you” you apologized.

“Why would you do that y/n! You could’ve gotten hurt! I would’ve lost you!” Jason sobbed.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to use the restroom and-”

You were interrupted when Jason smashed his lips against yours. As your lips met, a tingling sensation ran through your body. You felt his hands gently cup her face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a certain urgency, as if he could lose you at any moment. When the two of you pulled apart, you struggled to open your eyes for a bit.

“I- I’m so sorry y/n- I would completely understand if you hate me after this- I didn’t mean t-”

Now it was your turn to interrupt him as you pulled him in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was full of tenderness and passion, and intimacy. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as you enjoyed the taste of him.

As you finally broke the kiss, you looked into each other's eyes, yours eyes were full of love, but not like before. Before, you looked at him in a friendly manner, but now, you looked at Jason with a special kind of love that made him feel warm.

“Thank you for saving me from those angry dogs Jason” you blushed.

“Wolfs y/n, they were wolfs” Jason chuckled.

“Awwwww how cute!!!” Stephanie giggled.

You and Jason immediately turned your head to see that not only was Stephanie there recording, everyone else was awake too.

“How long have you guys been watching for!” Jason yelled.

“We heard you screaming y/n’s name so we woke up and saw you guys talking to each other, and MAN I didn’t expect that to happen!” Tim said.

“Even im shocked” Damian commented.

“Sooooo… Are you guys together now?!” Dick asked impatiently.

“I guess so” you smiled.

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biblio-smia · 8 months

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reciprocate [ethan landry x reader]

pairing: ethan landry x gender neutral reader

summary: ethan is convinced your flirting is nothing special, no matter how it makes him blush. you're like this with everyone; there's no way you like him how he likes you.

masterlist | requests are open!

The soft blow of air conditioning and the soft shuffle of feet against carpet where the only sounds of the library at this time of day. The soft chill of the air raised goosebumps on your arms and made your body shiver. Your hands came up instinctively to your arms, trying to warm your skin up through your long sleeves.

You could hear the soft padding of footsteps approach your table and could see a figure grow near out of the corner of your eye. With a slight turn of your head and the movement of the chair beside you, you knew it was Ethan.

You let yourself focus on him for only a moment, eyes flickering back to the sprawl of textbooks and papers before Ethan's eyes could catch yours.

"Did you find it?" Your voice rang clearly yet quietly; it wasn't like there were many people in the library to complain, anyway. Your eyes glanced cautiously at the sleeve of Ethan's sweater; the dark blue one you thought complimented his complexion perfectly.

Ethan shook his head with a small frown. "I'll have to look for it some other day."

You turned towards Ethan, catching his eye with a smile. "So you're done for the day?"

Ethan give you something that resembled a laugh, quiet with a hint of a smile. "I didn't say that," he said lowly, turning his attention back to his laptop.

"Well, I'm pretty much done," you lied, quickly shutting the top of your laptop before Ethan's eyes could fact-check you. "Do you want to go somewhere else? Maybe get some food?"

Ethan shook his head before you could even finish, fingers typing on his laptop again. "No, that's okay. I have to get this done. But you go ahead if you're done."

A strained smile formed on your lips, though Ethan was far too distracted to notice. You'd backed yourself into a corner; you should've just kept quiet and kept working. "Yeah, okay. See you later."

"See you," Ethan called softly after you, half-distracted as you packed up your things and left the library with an embarrassed flush on your face.

「 … 」

After that came the overthinking. The image of Ethan at his laptop, air conditioning softly blowing his hair, eyes stuck on his screen in focus. You held onto the moment for only a few seconds before the frustration began to brew.

You replayed Ethan's rejection of your invitation, his eyes barely flickering to you as he dismissed the idea. Did he really have more work to do? Or was he tired of hanging out with you?

Or worse... Was this his non-confrontational way of letting you down gently?

You let out an audible groan. You were running mental laps trying to figure this boy out, never knowing what it was he actually felt.

You were sure you'd made it clear you were interested without outright saying it. You'd done it all; eye contact, physical contact, always laughing at his jokes no matter how stupid (though there was always a smile on your face when Ethan was around).

Either Ethan wasn't picking up on your signals or he was gently rejecting you over and over.

Should you even keep trying?

You could give Ethan the benefit of the doubt; after all, this was all partially your fault.

You liked to describe yourself as friendly rather than flirty, though most of your friends disagreed. You argued that you just liked to make people feel special. Your friends agreed with this point, though they noted that maybe sometimes you made too many people feel too special.

Between interested, attentive eyes and constant smiles, it was easy to confuse your soft friendliness for something else. Chad even admitted he thought you were into him the first time you'd met.

You'd known Ethan was a little clueless from the beginning (thanks, Chad). You'd refused any more help from your friends, determined to do this on your own. So, while you didn't change your personality, you amped up all the things your friends told you made you come off as flirty to the max around Ethan, growing bolder and bolder until you were positive he couldn't mix things up. Still - nothing.

No clear special treatment or bold compliments were enough. No amount of sitting next to him and bumping your shoulders or eye contact until Ethan broke away with a blush was enough to convey your feelings.

How much would be too much? If Ethan knew, how long until you made him uncomfortable?

A war waged in your head as you contemplated how to approach this. Maybe it was time to give up - though would you really be able to look at Ethan as just a friend?

「 … 」

Ethan definitely wouldn't able to settle for that.

With the way his heart sped up with every compliment and heat rose on his face every time you held his gaze, hanging onto every word like what the was saying was the most interesting things in the world. Ethan got woozy around you, unable to keep his cool for long.

But deep down, Ethan knew that there was no way you were interested in him.

This was just how you were. You were just being nice.

Even so, Ethan would lie awake at night, grinning as he replayed every moment with you. In each memory, he could vividly remember how special you made him feel, warm all over.

The way you touched him that sent a shiver up his spine; whether it was a nudge on his shoulder or grazing fingers as you passed him something.

You’d always look at him and smile when your knees bumped (which was often) as if you hadn’t done it on purpose (not that Ethan caught onto that).

Your body was always turned towards him in some way, and you were always so close - yet so far.

“Ethan! That shirt looks great on you!” (It was heinous).

“Oh, you should come over sometime and look at my collection!” (He didn’t think you were serious).

“Hang on, Ethan, there’s something in your hair.” (There was nothing in his hair).

But he knew you were like that with everyone. No matter if he felt like it, he wasn’t special.

「 … 」

This was it. All or nothing.

With a lot of cheering on by your friends, you came to a decision; you were going to come clean and tell Ethan. No matter how he reacted, you'd deal with it. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. You felt a little better knowing you'd have the support of your friends no matter what.

And yet, your heart was pounding and your palms were sweating.

You and Ethan were in his room, sprawled out apart from each other, but together. Chad had made of show of asking if you guys needed anything from the store half an hour after you got there, avoiding Ethan's eyes as he pointed out Chad had made a trip to the store the day before.

Ethan just laughed lightheartedly at Chad as the both of you heard the front door shut, a silence that was comfortable for Ethan but incredibly tense for you settling.

One of Ethan's arms rested under his head while the other held his phone up, his eyes watching whatever with a relaxed smile on his face.

This was it.

You shifted closer to Ethan, setting your own phone down and leaning closer to watch his screen. Ethan's eyes flickered nervously from his phone to you, his attention immediately broken. He was suddenly incredibly aware of you, your head softly resting on his shoulder, your favorite scent lingering on your skin.

Ethan dropped his phone on his chest and you laughed.

"Here, I'll hold it," you offered before Ethan could react, your hand reaching out to pick up Ethan's phone.

Now your arm was on him.

Ethan bit his lip and hoped you couldn't see the redness he knew was forming on the tip of his ears an spreading down to his cheeks. He swallowed thickly, pushing out a weak, "Thanks."

There was quiet for a minute, or maybe ten (Ethan's mind was spinning with you so close), before you spoke up again.

You took a breath before speaking, heart pounding at the proximity of Ethan mixed with the nerves.

No one had been paying attention to the phone, after all.

"You know I like you, right?"

Ethan’s voice came out strained and high. “What?”

You moved your head off Ethan’s shoulder, face expressing the confusion you could hear in his voice.

“I’ve liked you since forever,” you smiled shyly, a little bit of confidence returning to your voice. “I was wondering when you’d notice.”

“I didn’t- I wasn’t sure you liked me like that,” Ethan began nervously, growing shy under your gaze. “I mean, I thought you were just being nice.”

That made you laugh as you sat up fully, looking down at Ethan. “Ethan, I’ve literally told you I would date you to your face!”

“Well, you guys were hyping me up…” Ethan said, though a smile grew on his face as he dropped his phone, rising to meet you. “Whatever," he mumbled. "Shut up.”

“You’re cute when you’re clueless.”

“Shut up!” Ethan whined, dropping his head on your shoulder.

You were laughing now, as if you hadn't been worrying about the rejection you were sure you'd face ten minutes ago.

Although now, Ethan was left with the knowledge that you'd been into his this entire time. And he'd waved you off this entire time.

“I like you too, by the way,” Ethan mumbled softly. "I'm sorry I didn't realize you... liked me."

"Yeah, you should be. I was going insane trying to figure out if you were really oblivious or just not into me.”

“How could I not be into you?”

“How could I not be into you?” You repeated teasingly, smiling as Ethan frowned. “I think you owe me. For being so difficult.”

Ethan scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief with a smile. “Me? It was impossible to tell if you were flirting or being friendly.”

“Well, I had to make the first move,” you teased.

Ethan scoffed lightly, before he gave it a second thought. Yeah. There was no way he would've made the first move. “Okay,” he admitted. “You’re right.”

So he leaned in and kissed you first.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #scream x reader #scream #scream 6 #ethan landry fanfiction #scream vi #scream x you #scream fanfiction #v + ethan #v writes #this was kinda bad sorry </3

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markzpov · 1 month

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can u pls write about a blowjob with innocent/virgin hao? 😭🩷

friend’s comfort — zhanghao (m)

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pairing : zhanghao x afab!reader rating : explicit , mdni

a/n : tysm for this request ! this was something new for me i hope you enjoyed it because i enjoyed writing it. i will try improving in the future 💗

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It’s your final week of university you have been waiting for this day for so long all those breakdowns all those all nighters were finally going to be worth it

You were ready to spend the time with your best friend zhanghao, you guys have been friends since the start of the university year.

You have went through thick and thin together although you didn’t have a very long friendship compared to some of the people in your university it was still very special to both you.

Something you didn’t know tho was that zhanghao had a growing feeling whenever you guys were together

Whether it was a simple friendly hangout or a university party his heart start beating uncontrollably around you.

Something about you brought this side out of him he didn’t know what it was which is why he’s kept it to himself this whole time.

So here you are sitting on his bedroom floor waiting for him to pay attention to you, unlike you zhanghao hasn’t finished his final assignment which is what he’s been stressing about for the past two hours

“come on you need a break!” you whined for the nth time in the past 30 minutes to which the older boy just rolled his eyes at you

“do you want me to fail?” he said followed by a short sigh eyes still very focused on his assignment

“i’ve literally been here for hours and we haven’t even done anything” you whined slightly at the older boy but gave up seeing you didn’t get any response

“whatever” you responded before getting up and going to his closet to change in to something more comfortable.

It’s normal for you guys to have clothes at each other places just in case of emergencies

So you quickly picked out some basketball shorts and a black tank top and swiftly put your hair in a ponytail.

Going to sit on his bed stare piercing at the back of his head hoping he would notice and turn around

.. thankfully he did

“okay i’m coming just-“ before he would finish his words he stared at the older female that was now staring into his eyes

He felt blood rushing up to his face making his face turn red and flustered

But there was another unusual feeling he had he felt blood rushing down to his legs especially to his dick which caused it to slowly raise prominently

Your eyes widened at zhanghao’s little friend’s sudden interest in you, with that you started to scan his eyes for a sign of approval clearing your throat before speaking out

“uhm zhanghao do you want to sort that out?” you slightly hinted at the problem that started to arise in your friend’s pants,

However the younger boy didn’t respond but instead looked down in embarrassment

The truth is zhanghao has never taken part in any sexual activities not even masterbating making the poor boy clueless when it came to things like this

“i- i just..” he struggled to get out a full sentence not only from embarrassment

But from all the pressure in his pants not making him think properly no matter how this situation may be new to both of you, you nodded at him reassuring him that everything is fine

“i’ve never done anything so i don’t know what to do” he said with his blush spreading across his face making it more apparent.

This shocked you as you would’ve thought that zhanghao was experienced due to all the girls that he had swooning over him in your university

“i’ll help you okay?” you offered, making zhanghao’s eyes brighten up

“you don’t have to you know ..” he spoke up slightly turning back to his laptop

Making you get up from the bed and walk yourself over to the brunette male before turning his head to meet your eyes

“let mummy make you feel good okay?” you softly whispered to him

You didn’t know where this confidence came from but you’ve crushed on him for the longest time this was finally your time to shoot your shot so you took this opportunity with both hands

Making him nod your way in an obedient manner

This flipped a switch in you, seeing him so vulnerable and fragile under your touch made your wet patch expand more than it already has

You fully turned his chair to face you, then finally getting on your knees infront of the clueless but sexually frustrated boy

You started to rub him over his once perfect looking jeans which are now ruined by the wet stain near his crotch, he started whining softly biting on to his lip eyes shut tight

“do that feel good baby?” you asked the younger boy to which he struggled to respond as he was lost in the ecstasy, so you quickly pulled away from him

Making the younger boy whine due to the lack of contact

“why did you stop!” he raises his voice slightly due to the pent of sexual frustration

“if you want me to continue you need to use your words okay?” you slightly leaned in and whispered in his ear which earned you a nod from the innocent boy

Now that you got that across, you went back to pleasing him

You started to slowly unzip his pants bringing them down to his ankles before getting to work

You then started by running his hands up and down this dick which got this poor virgin male whining so hard

For being a very inexperienced guy his dick was very lengthy but very pretty and taken care of

After warming up his dick, you wrapped your mouth around it and used your hands to cover the space that you had left

“mummy please don’t stop” he said in an attempted to talk but letting it out in a small whiny voice

You started swirling him in your mouth, tongue moving in circular movements teasing his tip slightly, saliva dripping down and covering his dick you were eating him like he was the last meal on earth

“faster ! please don’t stop” he moaned with his head kicked back making you swirl around his length before removing her mouth and spitting on his dick to add more moisture

“don’t worry i wasn’t planning to” you replied with a small smirk painted on your face

Getting right back it bopping her head up and down

“fuck— oh my god! it feels so— fucking good— please ahh~” he started blabbering which indicated to you that he was near making you pull your mouth off and pumping him with your two hands

“fuck— fuckkk— ahh— !” he said letting out a small scream following his moans you opened your mouth which made all his sweet juices land in your mouth

You quickly swallow it then helped you to put his boxers and pants back on

You both sat there in silence, not knowing how to come back from this

“listen zhanghao ive liked you for the longest time .. i don’t want things to be awkward if you don’t feel the same but i just—!” you were quickly interrupted by the younger giving you a huge hug

“are you dumb? i’ve liked you for so long that’s why i got this problem in the first place i just didn’t know how to deal with it” he responded back settling his head in the crook of her neck

To which she giggled softly at before patting his head slowly

“finally, zhanghao do you want to be my boyfriend?” the older female asked the boy, to which he rolled his eyes slightly

“obviously like?” he answered back with a small hint of sassiness

“better fix that attitude before you go a week without head” she giggled slightly at him whilst walking to the bed before getting an earful of a whiny zhanghao

And that final assignment let’s just say it didn’t really matter for his over grade.

#zb1 zhang hao #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #zb1 smut #zb1 matthew #zb1 hanbin #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 #zb1 taerae #zb1 jiwoong #kpop #kpop smut #smut

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kenlvry · 1 year

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kyle brofloski x reader

cw, kyle is somewhat manipulative. kyle is a playboy. one shot. 19-20. he begs for you to stay. hes on his knees for you, he's literally head over heels for you. drabble.

Kyle brofloski. just a few days ago he was blabbering to you and raising his voice at you for 'staring' at kenny differently or being 'too friendly' with clyde, he couldnt help it, the way they were staring at you was like how he stared at you when he first saw you. he yelled at you almost everytime for talking for too long with any guy but here he was surrounded by three girls at the bar smiling and smirking while they touch and flirt with him.

you let out a sigh and smile while running your fingers through your hair. you grabbed your bag and left the club, kyle saw your glimpse and immediately ran out after you, apologizing to the girls.

rushing out the door finding you stand there calling an uber to pick you up and bring you home. "babe, whats going on we just got here you wanna leave already?" he pulled you making you turn to him. he grabbed your phone and ended the call between you and the driver "and i can drive you home." you scoff and cross your arms "oh yeah? then should i just watch you get flirted by three girls?"

he sighs and roll his head back "cmon, they were js tryna talk to me you can have just as much fun as im having" you rolled your eyes at his remark "but then if i try to talk to any guy you'd go nuts as if im trying to fuck every guy i see" you tilt your head to the side slightly raising your eyebrow. "im not like that stop, all the guys that has tried talking to you have dreamt about getting in your pants"

"maybe i shouldve just let them get in my pants, im walking home." you turn around and before you could move he pulled your bag making you stop in your tracks and look back at him with an angry look. "what the hells wrong with you? you've never cared so much that i talk to other girls, calm down" that was your breaking point. "calm down? kyle are you hearing yourself? while you're over there acting like the playboy of the century im over here standing alone because the girls think im a fucking loser and you wont let me talk to guys, im done kyle im so sick of having to limit myself to girls only maybe its my fault maybe im not the loyal girl you wanted but if it makes me the bad guy then so be it, goodbye im breaking up with you" you pull your bag from his hands and turn around to walk away from him.

"please im sorry" you stopped, never has kyle apologized for something "please dont leave me im sorry" his voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears, you turn around and his nose was red. "are you crying? dont make yourself the victim kyle."

he walked to you and grabbed your bag "I'll hold your bag, let you wear my shoes because of how much it hurts wearing those heels I'll even go on my knees just please dont leave me" he dropped down on his knees grabbing your hand and looked up at you with glossy eyes.

your eyes widen and stood shock "kyle wtf get up people might see" you pulled him up and just as hes on his feet he turns to liquid, his head laying on your shoulder and hugging you, the scent of your perfume driving him crazy hes just containing it.

hes sniffling while rambling sorry multiple times not letting go and tightening his grip on you. you sigh, it was manipulative sure but.. cmon how could you refuse "fine, im not breaking up with you just stop embarrassing me, lets go home" he looks at you with shine in his eyes and a big smile plastered on his face.

"I'll drive you home" he says and you roll your eyes and smile. you walk to his car while he follows behind you holding your bag, his hands holding you shirt not letting go like a clueless dog.

oh how he wishes you know how much of a grip you have on him, that if you ask him to do anything he'd obey. hes deeply inlove with you, you just dont know it.

#south park #sp kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #sp kyle

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belicioustummy · 3 months

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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A KINK STORY. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

A vampire hunter shows up at a party prepared to slay the vampire host, but finds it more difficult than expected.

(full disclosure: this story doesn’t focus on belly kink as much as my other stuff, but it’s still present. hope you enjoy anyway!)

“Bradley Givens is a librarian who works the night shift. He’s been described by people who know him as friendly, scholarly, and handsome. He also happens to be a vampire.”

Lloyd Brewer chewed his lip as he typed up the information his team would need for their little outing that night.

“Every few months, like every vampire, Bradley will get an irresistible craving for human blood. We know this because he’s been posting online for a couple years about events where a real vampire will feed on you.” He grimaced. To think a killer creature of the night had been menacing innocent, misguided people for so long! It was enough to make you sick… though he had to admit, he was a little excited too. As a vampire hunter, he’d had several false starts that were embarrassing to look back on. But tonight, this little vampire party? This would be the one. He’d bring an end to this monster, and nobody would have to worry about getting their blood sucked in this town again!

Lloyd was feeling slightly less confident upon arriving at the door of a nice-looking two-story house. Luckily several other vampire hunters were with him for backup- a couple of old college pals and a guy he’d met on a vampire information forum. True, none of them had any real experience with vampires either, but there was safety in numbers.

He’d been expecting a ravenous, snarling monster descending on clueless and terrified partygoers to kill them, but what he found upon arriving was a charming, well-dressed fellow feeding on guests all too eager to give him a taste. The guests themselves came in a wide variety, he noted as he glanced from goths in full makeup to guys in casual dress chatting about a film festival with a middle-aged businesswoman. There was a table covered in plates of delicious-looking food, which partygoers periodically stopped to enjoy.

Lloyd noticed a few people looking nervous or uncomfortable as they approached the vampire Bradley, and watched them, ready to jump in at the moment he struck. The moment never came, though. Bradley seemed perfectly happy to let them decline, directing them to go mingle or try the snacks. It wasn’t as though there was any short supply of people willing to give him a sip straight from the source. Lloyd wondered if this many people showed up to all Bradley’s parties- were they repeat guests? He definitely seemed familiar with some of them. His suspicions were confirmed when he overheard a duo of women gushing over how Bradley had “filled out” since a few years ago. The fact that he’d gained that weight from snacking on people didn’t seem to bother them, judging from the bandages on their fingers. Lloyd tried to ignore the uninvited thought that Bradley’s large figure was pretty attractive. That was how they got you.

As the night progressed, he and his fellow hunters kept to themselves. He didn’t even sample the food, not trusting it. However, when all the guests willing to be bitten had gotten enough blood drained away, Bradley turned his bright eyes to the many new guests who’d declined a drink.

“Come now, it’s a party!” he said, grinning at them with his sharp teeth on display. “You may not have wanted to have me feed from you, but there’s no reason you can’t eat some of this spread! I want all my guests to enjoy themselves.”

Lloyd took a deep breath. It was now or never. He stepped forward, his hand on the holster that concealed his stake.

“Actually,” he said, willing his voice not to shake, “I’d enjoy myself more if I could slay you.”

Several guests around his target gasped, but Bradley himself only gave him an easy smile. “Really? That’s exciting. Come over, then.”

Lloyd made his way across the floor. Though it was only a few feet to the vampire, the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him made it feel a lot longer. Bradley made no move to defend himself, sitting prone in his chair with the grace of an aristocrat.

“Shall I unbutton my shirt? It will make for easier access,” he said. When Lloyd didn’t answer, he began to do just that. Two buttons were open before Lloyd finally found the guts to say something.

“I’d rather do this somewhere we don’t have so many people watching,” he said.

A woman beside Bradley began to whisper something in his ear, but he murmured something to her that seemed to put her at ease.

“Of course. Come with me.” And with that, Bradley took his hand and led him upstairs, then down a long hallway. Lloyd began to wish he’d taken along one of his slayer friends. They’d come after him if he was gone too long, though… wouldn’t they?

Bradley opened the door to a room with a large, curtained four-poster bed. It was very clean, with unlit candles in jars and moonlight streaming in through a window. He lay on the bed, exposing his pale collarbone in a way that made Lloyd blush. It wasn’t bedroom eyes, he told himself. He was just trying to mess with his head.

Lloyd narrowed his eyes. The only way to win this was to beat the vampire at his own game. “Would you mind taking off your shirt?” he asked. “For practicality’s sake.”

“So polite for someone trying to kill me,” Bradley remarked, undoing the third button. There were soft, dark curls of hair on his broad chest.

“If I was too cocky, you might get sick of playing with me and decide I’m perfect for dessert.”

“You think so?” He undid another button, requiring a bit more attention than the others before it. Lloyd hadn’t noticed before, but the shirt looked rather tight around the middle. It must have been all the fresh blood Bradley had drank- and yet, his clothes were spotless, as though he hadn’t spilled one drop.

“It’s not hard to tell you’re playing mind games.”

“Mind games? I’ve been nothing but courteous to you,” he said calmly, undoing yet another button. “In fact, I’d say I’ve gone beyond being a good host.” The last button free, he shrugged off the shirt and placed it beside him on a pillow.

Lloyd stared. No wonder the shirt had looked a little strained. The vampire was so bloated with blood that his round stomach had a slight pink blush. He was a predator after a hunt, full and sleepy and, most of all, vulnerable. He gazed up at him, almost seeming to expect something.

“I don’t think good hosts usually eat the guests,” Lloyd shot back, pulling his stake from his holster and advancing on him. He wouldn’t let his guard down, not for a minute. He wouldn’t be next.

Bradley shrugged. “It’s not as if that was in fine print on the invitation. These people like when I feed from them. As long as my guests leave happy, what’s the issue?”

“I think we need-“ Lloyd thrust out his non-occupied hand, pinning it to Bradley’s chest “-to get to the heart of the matter.”

There was a brief pause.

“Your hand is warm,” Bradley said.

“I just- can’t find a pulse,” Lloyd said, trying not to show his embarrassment. “Your heart is here, right?”

“No, that’s my breast. It would still hurt if you stabbed me there, though.”

Lloyd scowled and hoped the blush creeping up his neck wasn’t visible. He moved his hand over and readied the stake. He searched the creature’s eyes for a spark of fear, anger, anything to show that he realized what was about to happen-

And he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Is this your first time?”

He blinked.

Those bright eyes were looking at him, not with fear, but with curiosity. Lloyd swallowed, not lowering the stake.

“I… yes. Why should that matter?”

“You seem like you’re the type of person who wants their first slaying to be special.” He didn’t make a move to grab for Lloyd’s weapon. His hand, pressing gently into his shoulder, felt almost comforting. “Is that right?”

He nodded slowly. “I was so sure tonight was going to be the night. Everything seemed perfect, but now that it’s time to actually do it…”

“You have performance anxiety?”

Lloyd sighed and finally put the stake down. “I really blew it, I guess.”

“No,” Bradley said consolingly, patting his hand. “You did a lot just by coming here! If you’re not comfortable with slaying me tonight, that’s your choice.”

“Are you sure that’s not just your instinct to stay alive talking?”

“Well, partially,” he admitted. “But I’d still say that even if you weren’t bent on putting a stake in me.” He pushed his hair back. “I don’t take blood from anyone who isn’t ready, either. But you already know that. I saw you watching me all night.”

Lloyd had thought he’d been subtle. He sat on the corner of the bed, brows furrowed in resignation. “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he said. “Everyone expected me to slay you tonight, but you’re not hurting anyone. I can’t.”

Bradley considered this. “You could go back and say that you put up a hell of a fight, but I got away. I could even tear your clothes a little to really sell it.”

“I feel like they might come to look for you,” Lloyd said. Bradley seemed like he could handle himself, but he didn’t want his friends to try and finish the job. “Couldn’t you turn into a bat and hide out of sight til we leave?”

“Ordinarily, sure. But at the moment, I’m so full that it’s not feasible.” He rubbed his belly. “It’s going to take me a while to digest all this.”

“Ah. Too bad,” said Lloyd, trying not to imagine how it would feel if he brushed his fingers over that satiated stomach. There were more important things at hand. “Maybe if we-“

The sound of quick footsteps came from down the hall, followed by another pair close behind. The door handle turned. One of Lloyd’s friends threw open the door, stake poised at the ready. Their eyes met Lloyd’s panicked ones, then traveled to Bradley, lying shirtless and slightly bemused on the bed.

“Oh,” they said, and then, dropping their stake, “oh, shit. Sorry.” The woman from earlier caught up to them as they closed the door. Lloyd caught her expression change from concern to relief right before it shut.

They stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Lloyd started to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“That could’ve gone worse,” he said. “I know it’s kind of bold to ask this as a party crasher, but can I take a minute before I go face the music?”

“Stay as long as you like,” Bradley said. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

Lloyd lay on his side along the width of the bed, perpendicular to his new friend. “Is it cool to ask how you became a vampire?”

“Sure, but you have to tell me what got you into vampire hunting afterwards…”

A little while later, they came downstairs together. Bradley had his shirt back on, though he hadn’t bothered to button it. Lloyd’s friends were gawking at the two of them with various astonished expressions, but he found he didn’t really mind.

After he’d ushered them out of the house, Bradley gave Lloyd a quick peck on the cheek. “Feel free to come to the next one,” he said. “I always appreciate good company.”

Lloyd squeezed his hand. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

#belly kink #stuffing #blood stuffing #weight gain #(gets mentioned)#beliciouswrites #v.ampires #l.loyd #b.radley

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mango-whines-about-wrighting · 2 years

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They were warm and comfortable. They felt something wrapped around them. It was tracing designs around each screw securing their back panel, figures of eight, spirals and zigzagging between them. It was nice.

Ao3~

… they did it again, didn't they? They opened their eyes. They couldn't see anything but dark green. They realized they were wrapped around Wormwood's torso, arms around his chest, legs around his waist.

But he woke up first. Why didn't he yell or push them away? Was this real? They squeezed him. He felt real. He chuckled and squeezed them back.

It's real, he's ok with it. He isn't pushing away, he's holding them close. Exactly what he does with the others. They felt themself relax again. They wrapped just a little bit tighter around him.

They nearly entered rest mode again, but just before they did Wormwood giggled, "awww, clingy." No, they weren't clingy.

They wouldn't stand for this slander, "nooooooooo…" they don't care that he is in fact correct, it's the premise of the matter.

He giggled again. And stopped rubbing their back. "Then, friend, want free?" They shook their head and hugged him even tighter.

He didn't start again so they passive aggressively shoved their back at his hands until he did. He giggled again and traced a zigzag down their back. They heard Winona's voice behind them, "not clingy at all, they claim."

Oh, they didn't know she was there. They began untangling from Wormwood immediately. Once they were free, they stared at the ground and awkwardly.

"SORRY, I UH…" they fiddled with their hands. They didn't wanna say they couldn't quite control themself when they're sleepy. It's a bad excuse, and it's an embarrassing failing.

Winona slung an arm around their shoulders. "Well, now that Wx is up, you two can finally help with breakfast." They nodded. And started mixing as Wormwood added ingredients and Winona made juice.

Prepping breakfast was calm, nearly the same as yesterday. Except along with shoulder taps, pats on the back, and friendly kicks. They got half second hugs and Wormwood leaning on them as they cooked or playfully twirling them as they waited. It was nice.

It was really, really nice. It was far too nice to last. They so desperately wanted it to last, and it was going great. But they know they aren't lucky enough for that.

Something will happen, something will go wrong. A new monster will show up, or a fire, or worst-case scenario and they'll all realize Wx isn't worth the trouble.

They ate together. Wx sat first, carefully leaving the rest of the log free so as to not force anyone to be too close. Wormwood, ever clueless about social cues, sat right next to them.

It was nice, they'll admit. They liked that his arm would bump into theirs when he talked or laughed. They liked his leg leaning against theirs. They liked it, they really liked it.

They were so hyper focused on how nice it was they missed most of the conversation. They did gather that tonight was a full moon and Wormwood and Winona were going to go on a quest. They were going to get a bug, they think.

Wx did their chores, gathered more glands (and silk), and mined for more gold. then they cooked dinner for only themself and Walter because the other two already left.

They listened to his story and discussed what needed to be done tomorrow. and they went to their own tent to sleep.

They tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. Their arms hurt, so they held their pillow. But it was cold to the touch, and not solid enough.

They were cold and lonely and miserable. And they kept flinching at every noise. Now that they've had two days of blissful, easy sleep, they don't remember how they used to cope.

They heard running that came to a sudden stop at their tent. "W- Wx, are- are you, um, are you awake?" Walter's voice was more cracky than normal. They shuffled out of bed and opened the flaps. Walter was standing there holding a sleepy Woby.

His eyes were red, and he was shaking. "uh, Woby had a nightmare, she's really scared, can we sleep with you?" Wx stepped aside to let them in.

They lay back down, Walter curled into their chest, which couldn't possibly be comfortable. Woby lay between their legs. "WH-" they should be soft. They don't want to upset him any further.

They knew it probably wasn't actually Woby who was distressed. But they'll play along anyway, as to spare them both the embarrassment. "what was Woby's bad dream about?" Walter hugged them tighter.

He was quiet for a while. "it's stupid…" they pat his back awkwardly.

"I can't believe you'd make fun of Woby's feelings like that. She's clearly distressed." Woby was not in fact distressed. She fell asleep almost instantly.

Walter giggled slightly. "yeah, terrified out of her mind." He fell quiet again. Wx attempted to rub his back. They don't know what they were doing, they hope it doesn't show. "It was my dream actually I uh,"

He sniffled pathetically. Was Wx doing something wrong? Comfort was supposed to stop the leaking, wasn't it? "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Walter shook his head.

"No, it's ok. It was a hound attack, a bad one." He sniffled again. "both fire, varglets, normal and uh…" he fell quiet, Wx didn't push him. He continued a few moments later. "A fire started, I tried to find you guys but- but- but-" Wx hugged him close, and tried to ignore the sting of his tears touching their skin.

They continued rubbing his back. Eventually he stopped crying and his breathing evened out.

~~☆°○♡○°☆~~

Walter could hear the others cooking outside. He opened his eyes and met nothing but copper. Oh, right. He had the nightmare again.

Winona wasn't there so he went to Wx. And… and He cried. He cried on them. He probably hurt them too. Just because he can't handle a silly dream. How embarrassing…

They were still asleep, maybe. It's kinda hard to tell, but their eyes are closed and they aren't moving. So it's a definite, maybe.

He tried to wiggle out of Wx's grasp, but they wouldn't let go. He can't tell if they're actively trying to hold him or if they become an immovable object when asleep.

He tried again. They held him tighter. That answers that question. He rolled his eyes.

Woby appeared his salvation. "Woby, help mee." The dog tilted her head, Walter made an imploring gesture.

Woby decided that the perfect way to help was to lie down on him. she's lucky she's so cute. Walter sighed in resignation and scratched behind Wobys ears. "Good girl."

#Wx #Wx dst #Wx don't starve #Wx-78 #Wx-78 dst #Wx-78 don't starve #Winona #Winona dst #Wormwood #Wormwood dst #dst #ds #don't starve #don't starve together #dst fanfic #mangos scribbles #Wx's very small very manageable problem

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moririki · 3 years

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⤷ CLUELESS

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER -> 1.5K despite your best efforts to confess your feelings to the infamous stone wall, he never quite seems to understand

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> ushijima being fucking clueless lmaooo, reader stumbling around being awkward, tendo being a jackass in the best way, obvious pining MORI'S THOUGHTS -> this imagine is based off of monthly girls' nozaki-kun, which is a pretty good (and short!) anime i watched on netflix hehe. the dynamic just reminded me of ushi for some reason so this became a thing

WHEN YOU FOUND YOURSELF FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CAPTAIN OF A VOLLEYBALL TEAM, YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. the two of you had nothing in common. the most you saw of him in a day was the brief glimpse of him before he headed into class. despite the fact that you could count the number of interactions that you've had with him on one hand, you were quick to develop feelings for the guy.

maybe you just had a type. he was tall, handsome, and quiet, but you were surprised that not many of the girls in your class gossiped about him. from what you knew about him, he mostly kept to himself or the volleyball team, with a very focused mindset accompanying him on and off of the court. the more that you knew about him only deepened your crush, to the point where it was getting unbearable to just admire him from afar.

while you felt like you knew the outcome before it started, you still decided to try your luck. today was the day of your confession.

"um, ushijima?" you tapped him on the shoulder hesitantly, stood next to his desk. he turned to you, face stoic as always. now or never. don't give away the fact that you're sweating bullets, you reminded yourself. your hands were balled into tight fists, nails digging into your palms as you felt your mouth open and close a few times with no sound coming out. fuck.

ushijima's face was blank, offering neither support nor disdain. well, the lack of outright disgust was always a good sign.

"i just wanted to say that i, uh.." you trailed off, resolve crumbling underneath the powerful gaze of ushijima. what were you thinking? you couldn't tell him how you felt, but you couldn't just slowly destroy yourself keeping it from him. might as well get it over and done with. "i want to be around you!" you ended up blurting out. and once the dam broke, more and more words started to spill past your lips.

"i've always admired you and how dedicated you are to volleyball, and i want to be around you more- and it's because i-" you finally hesitared at that, feeling your face flame up when confronted with the three little words which would change everything. but ushijima must have assumed that you had finished talking because your chance to confess had disappeared.

"i'm glad that you feel that way, y/n." ushijima's facial expression was still stern, but you perked up at his words nonetheless.

"you do?" you sounded breathless, eyes wide after you had just exposed exactly how you felt to your long-standing crush. ushijima nodded encouragingly, and you could feel a ringing in your ears as you begaj to think that you were dreaming. this was simply too good to be true, and you felt so lightheaded that you could float away with the lightest gust of wind.

"to confirm your position as manager you're going to have to fill out a form, but you can join practice tomorrow." you blinked, feeling yourself crash back down to earth when ushijima continued to speak.

"wait, what?" ushijima then looked at you in confusion.

"did you not just ask me to be a manager?" you hesitated, struggling internaly as to whether you should confess, again. but your cowardice won, and you sighed, nodding.

"i'll see you tomorrow."

the plasticky squeak of trainers hitting gymnasium floor welcomed you, and you steeled your nerves before stepping through the doors and being welcomed by the bright lights. you squinted as the glare hit you, hands holding onto your arms in an attempt to pull yourself together.

the sound of a volleyball being spiked into the floor harshly grasped your attention, and you watched in awe as the shiratorizawa volleyball team began to warm up. ushijima had just delivered that terrifyingly fast spike, and you felt a blush rise to your face as you saw how concentrated he was. cute.

"oh, hello!" a singsong voice and accompanying face invaded your senses, and you squeaked in surprise, taking an involuntary step back. the red-headed boy grinned at you, his frame towering over yours. "are you the new manager?" you nodded once, eyes darting past him to look at ushijima again. the ace still had his attention trained onto the court, despite the racket his teammate was causing. you sighed when you realised that your crush hadn't noticed you come in, and your action caused the redhead in front of you to narrow his eyes shrewdly.

"tendo, get back to practice!" a second voice called from the court. another guy with grey hair was stood there with his hands on his hips, staring at the male in front of you expectantly.

"coming, semi-semi!" tendo sang, offering you a cheery wave before running back. you were glad that there was at least one friendly face in the gym, though you had to fend for yourself now.

considering the fact that you had minimal support and nobody else to show you the ropes, you had actually picked up rather quickly on how to be a semi-decent manager. you fell into a rhythm over the next few weeks, filling up water bottles and preparing towels for the sweaty players. at least your failed confession had led to you taking part in a club that would look very good on your college applications.

another positive from this whole experience was the fact that you had gained two new friends, who went by the names tendo and semi. it was almost embarrassing at how quickly they figured out your crush for their team captain- semi tried to flirt with you, and tendo cackled as you stuttered out a rejection for his advances. next thing you know, one instinctive glance in ushijima's direction had tendo unraveling the entire mystery as to why you had signed up for a position as manager.

of course, the two assholes found the whole situation hilarious at your expense. however, you couldn't find yourself holding a grudge against the boys when they offered to act as your official wingmen. as for the very reason why you had joined the team, things were going about as well as you could expect. while he made no indication of going out of his way to talk to you, ushijima would gladly return any conversation that you struck up when handing him his water bottle or towel. he'd then return to practice promptly, help to lock up the gym, and then leave with not much in terms of a second glance. it was unsurprising behaviour, but still disheartening to say the least.

that's how you found yourself ranting to tendo during the team's five-minute break, with the boy watching your frustrated face in amusement.

��i just- i can’t believe that i talked myself into being a manager! all because of a crush! a crush that doesn’t even realise that i like him!” you placed down the towel that you just folded in frustration, and tendo couldn’t stop a giggle escaping his lips.

“look, that’s just how he is.” the redhead attempted to console you, giving you a pat on the arm. “he’s difficult to read, and he never talks about his emotions. besides, i don’t think he’s ever had a crush before.”

you sighed, nodding in defeat.

“yeah, yeah. i get it.” tendo’s focus drifted from your face to behind you, and he was quick to sling an arm around your shoulder.

“speaking of the guy...” he muttered to you under his breath. you turned to see the captain approaching, his brow slightly knitted. you smiled as best as you could, offering him a water bottle.

“bye, sweetie,” tendo cooed at you, shooting you a painfully obvious wink that had you blushing and looking down at your shoes. now it was just you and ushijima, the latter being as silent as ever. you coughed once, peeking up at his face.

“you spiked well today.” ushijima nodded once, a small smile spreading across his face. the motion had your heart swelling.

“thank you. you’re a very good manager.” you laughed, mostly to hide your blush and just at how ironic this entire situation was.

“thank you.” you smiled up at the man, and that was the end of your interaction. you watched his back as he returned back to the court, going so much further away from you. tendo shot you two thumbs up and received a slap on the back of the head from semi, and that made you giggle.

hell, even if you got here under circumstances that weren’t in your favour, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. something about getting to watch ushijima perform in his element every day was enough to keep your crush going, reciprocated or not. besides, who knew how the guy really felt after all?

your daydreaming had you staring off into space as the coach blew a whistle to mark the return to practice, and a pair of olive eyes tore themselves away from you to focus back on the court.

you had been paying attention to his spikes, after all.

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HQ boys standing in front of you when you fix your top/cover period stains

feat: asahi a, bokuto k, tsukishima k, kyotani k & yaku m.

genres: pure fluff and crack lmao

warnings: red stain because of period (fem reader)

a/n: it’s actually my first time writing for some of these charas and so I’m worried kyotani bestie might b a bit out of character but it was v fun writing for these babies <3 feedback is appreciated !

part two

ASAHI:

it’s after he notices the uncomfortable look on your face and your struggling that leads him to casually step in front of you while replying to daichi

or so he thought, what everyone else saw was him inching toward you while carrying conversation with the captain.

You expected him to pass by but when he remained you realized what he was doing and began to properly fix the straps

He’s so patient and he lets you take your time and you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing since his back is straightened to his full height, an intimidating sight on the court…that and both him and daichi have their eyes on the confused second years in case things go wrong 🤧

he really doesn’t expect anything in return and so when you thank him he’s pretty chill about it.

after that time, every now and then you would go to him when your outfit decides vengeance and he’d be so touched and happy that you trust him and would be extra determined to make sure that your entirely invisible behind him

(he takes his job seriously I take no objections), especially when clueless first years or teasing third years approach to ruffle the ace.

BOKUTO:

Our pure responsible baby was going about his day chatting cheerfully with akaashi when noticing the bright red stain on the back of your pants hurried over to you

although you had a few classes together and he saw you around a lot but wasn’t very close with you, he still didn't think twice before heading to you and saying hi

“so, uh, not to freak you out or anything but I think that you're having a leak? Or leaking? anywho, I don’t remember what it’s called but” he slips off the sweater he wore over this blazer and you let him wrap it around you

he’s so kind and would probably help u out before you even asked and offered to walk you to your class, entirely forgetting his conversation with Akaashi who was first confused then unfazed with his friend’s abrupt behaviour

he would also say hi to you more in the halls after that and he’s so nice and friendly about it that you don’t even feel embarrassed especially when Konoha asks how he knows you and he exchanges glances with you, smiling as he goes “that’s our little secret.”

TSUKISHIMA:

you were having trouble adjusting your top in public and since you guys were outside with the gang for a field day over the break, there weren’t any washrooms in sight

and so when the neckline sags low again before you could ask shimizu for help and turn away from the group, you were confused when tsukishima stepped in front of you squaring his shoulders

He tried to maintain his standard neutral expression as some of the members noticed what he did and you gratefully fixed your top securing the straps and neckline as he waited

you were surprised that he didn’t tut or abruptly ask if you were done like, acting like he didn’t want to help u lolll the tips of his ears turning red was the most obvious crack in his composure

he shot a glare at hinata and kageyama who were smug at the sight of tsuki out of his comfort zone and helping people his frown deepens when he notices sugawara holding in his laughter too

when you finished, you couldn’t help but tease him “what a gentleman”

He rolled his eyes stepping away from you, “shut up” but hid his blush both tired of your top slipping and tired that he kept noticing it slipping 😳🤧😂

bonus: yamaguchi noticed what his friend did and stood with his back facing you to cover the other side even tho no one is there but he wanted to help out too

cue the competitive first year squad and second year squad performing a protection squad around you telling you to take your time even after you’ve finished 😭😂✨

KYOTANI:

you aren’t exactly close with kyotani but have had decent interactions during class and by the gym and kyotani bestie kind of sucks at communication so if anything he probably saw you talking to your friends when he noticed the bright red stain on your skirt

which led to him mentally was formulating a plan on how to tell you without embarrassing you.

or that was the plan, until you suddenly started walking and so he followed you, giving you enough space while standing behind you so that people behind you wouldn’t be able to see.

our boy is glaring at everyone that looks from almost all directions like students? Harsh glare Teachers? Narrows his eyes at them

Iwa-chan and oikawa walking past you guys? Sending a quick nod to Iwaizumi before resuming his bad boy rep. & intense glaring

when you notice everyone’s weird looks, you turn and see him freeze several paces behind you and when ask why he’s doing that he gets all sort of nervous and mumbles “you had a period stain and I didn’t want you to be embarrassed”

what a whole king, you ended up laughing because knowing how much attention his bright blonde hair, tall frame and sharp glare caught, and his glare before he noticed you turn around, that he really did his best to make sure you were comfortable

he wordlessly offered you his sweater and you thanked him for it :)

bonus: he starts blushing after you wash it and return it to him because now it smells like you but is now aware that if he wears it to the gym he will not be able to live it down (becomes an at home sweater)

and so he when it’s time to wash it, the soft prickly boiyo becomes all pouty until you he notices you the next day having wished you brought your own hoodie during this cold weather and sees him holding out another extra sweater that he just happened to have in his backpack, totally not preplanned or anything

(essentially him trying to court you with sweaters and it’s working) :)

YAKU:

The last person you expected to find with his hands on his hips and chest puffed to hide you adjusting your top was yaku

Especially considering you were taller than him/not that much shorter than him in the first place.

To yaku, it was the effort that counted and in the short moment of fixing your top he became a top tier bodyguard aiming a kick to the unsuspecting lev who came over to ask if you guys wanted snacks.

“Yaku, you’re literally shorter than me.”

“Short, I suppose. But hot, manly and reliable? That I am.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling until you agreed and he started blushing, trying to act unruffled by the compliment.

I feel like he’s the type to help everyone but helping you makes him go :DD >:))✨

He tells you that if you’re having trouble with your top that you can wear his track suit sweater and his heart goes 📈 when he notices you wearing it later looking more comfortable and cheerful than before 🥺

Bonus: (alternate scenarios for tall & short readers)

he glares when lev is like how come y/n can call you short and he’s like cuz you’re short too (rip)

or you claim that it’s because you’re his favorite and the group expresses various reactions of betrayal, shock, and heartbreak when he struggles to deny it 🤧😭😂😂

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a/n: if the text starts duplicating please let me know :)

#I actually almost garbaged this idea #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima kei #kyotani kentaro #yaku morisuke #asahi azumane #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu hcs #tsukishima headcanons #yaku headcanons #bokuto headcanons #asahi headcanons #kyotani headcanons

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