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starrystevie · 10 months

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eddie knows his crush on steve harrington is a hopeless cause, okay?

he's somehow been friends with steve long enough to know what he looks like when he's flirting, what he looks like when he has a crush, when his sights are set on someone very non-eddie munson shaped. he also now knows how to hide his jealousy in a fake smirk that he flashes steve's way when yet another pretty girl walks their way with her sights set on him and a smirk of her own.

eddie always watches as steve reaches out a hand just so to gently brush it against a lovely lady's arm with that charming fucking smile and sees how that lovely lady will always melt at the touch. and who could blame her? certainly not eddie, the same eddie who's had his own sights set on steve harrington for what feels like a life time. if anyone knows how painfully a heart can beat when it sees him from across the room and imagines a date and a future and a life with steve, it would be eddie.

but that's where it ends. steve harrington, the ladies man that he is, always stops things there with a smile and a wave thrown in the woman's direction as she walks away. it throws eddie for a loop every time. he would watch the two flirt for minutes that that felt like torturous hours for him only for it to end with a disappointed look on her face and steve turning his attention back to eddie like nothing had happened.

it makes no sense.

"i don't get it, man," he says one day as steve lets yet another girl walk away down to the opposite end of the grocery store aisle they're in. steve's turned back to staring at the shopping list in his hand and is muttering to himself instead of watching her walk away like eddie is, disbelief coloring his face.

"don't get what?" steve asks back, not bothering to look up until the silence goes on for too long. his eyes land on eddie's and he frowns slightly, shaking his head slowly. "... did i miss something?"

eddie reels back, eyebrows furrowing together and motions his arms every which way, from the girl's retreating form to the empty space around them.

"steve, you're just going to let her walk away and not get her number? she was obviously hitting on you, dude."

he watches as steve's face crinkles slightly before smoothing out and shrugs his shoulders, turning back to grab the cat food eddie feeds to the strays off the shelf. he lurches forward and places his hands on steve's shoulders to face him, watching as his eyes go wide.

"what do you want me to say?" steve shrugs again and eddie can feel the movement under his hands. "i guess i wasn't feeling it."

eddie sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face before returning it back to steve's shoulder. "wasn't feeling it... steve, i'm gay, not blind. you two obviously were hitting it off with your fucking charming lines and flirty eyes. you always do this and it makes zero fucking sense-"

"-you're gay?"

steve says a bit too loud for eddie's liking even if they are currently hidden in the pet food aisle. heat floods his cheeks and he throws a hand cover steve's mouth while shushing him to keep him from saying it again. he sees steve's eyes go even wider and feels warmth spreading under his fingers.

is steve...

"you knew this!" eddie accuses in a whisper and tries to breathe evenly while steve's gaze travels all over his face. "we talked about it with robin that one time!"

... is he blushing?

there's a sudden pressure at his side and he looks down to see steve's fingers curling over his waist. eddie takes in a stuttering breath and brings his own wide eyes up to meet steve's. it's like looking in a fun house mirror, seeing his flush creeping up steve's neck and watching steve blink in time with him. he can feel when steve tries to say something, his lips ghosting over his palm and eddie pulls back like he's been burned, but steve's hand stays right where it is on his side.

"i absolutely would have remembered if you told me that before," he says and his voice is a little breathless. "there's no way i was there when you guys talked about it."

eddie thinks back to the party when he and robin were huddled up on their couch together. argyle and nancy were dancing in their socks on the living room floor, bouncing around to some experimental track that had been badly recorded on a cassette. jonathan was sitting at the coffee table snapping photos of them, joint hanging from his lips and easy smile spreading on his face.

eddie's trying to pinpoint where steve is in this memory and that's usually the easiest thing for him to remember, but he can't...

until suddenly he can, because steve walked in through the sliding door with his shirt over his shoulder and his swim trunks low on his hips and water dripping down his chest and a cigarette behind his ear and the sunset bleeding in through the windows was painting him golden and he was walking over to dance with nancy with a wide grin pulling at his cheeks and-

"god, i'm gay," eddie had breathed out. robin followed his line of sight and nodded because she gets it like she has a steve problem of her own and that was that.

eddie focuses back in on steve while they stand in the fucking pet food aisle, focuses on the shrill jingle pouring out of the grocery store speakers and not on the way he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, focuses on the way steve can look good even in harsh fluorescent lights.

"well, now you know," is all he can breath out.

steve smiles, all white teeth and crinkled eyes, and his fingers curl even tighter around eddie's waist as he takes a half step even further into his personal space.

"you're why," steve says back easily and eddie reminds himself to breathe as the other side of his waist suddenly has a hand covering it, too. "i don't take their numbers, i don't give them mine, i don't go on the stupid dates they ask me out on because..."

the fingers dance up his side and eddie can't breathe.

"... they're not you, so why would i?"

eddie sends up a silent thank you to whoever is listening that they're hidden away from prying eyes in the pet food aisle so he can lean it and learn for the first time what steve's smile tastes like.

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solarmorrigan · 8 months

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Eddie can never move again.

Or at least, he can’t move for a while. He’s been chosen.

Steve has fallen asleep on his shoulder, and Eddie figures it’s like when a cat chooses your lap to nap on: you simply don’t move until either it can’t be helped or the cat gets up, whichever comes first.

(Eddie tries not to imagine Steve curled up in his lap, instead of just resting on his shoulder. He is marginally successful.)

It’s not really that Eddie is that much of a soft touch (so he likes to think), it’s just that he knows Steve has been running himself ragged lately – he’s been picking up extra shifts and odd jobs in between, trying to save up enough to move out of his parents’ house; he’s been running errands for Claudia while her car’s been in the shop this week; he’s still trying to keep up with the gremlin horde, even if they don’t need rides quite as often these days; and Eddie’s pretty sure he hasn’t been sleeping (they’re creeping up on November; a lot of their party members aren’t sleeping well).

The bags beneath Steve’s eyes are big enough to have their own area code, is all Eddie’s saying, so when he’d noticed Steve nodding and listing a little into Eddie’s side, he’d stayed quiet. He’d stayed quiet when Steve’s head had rested lightly on his shoulder, and had been quiet still when Steve had grown heavier and heavier until he was practically draped over Eddie, head nestled firmly into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

Eddie isn’t going to say a damn thing, and he sure as hell isn’t going to move.

He’s been chosen.

(Never mind that it’s just the two of them watching a movie and there is literally no one else for Steve to fall asleep on. That isn’t the point.)

The only thing is, Eddie’s arm is sort of sandwiched between them, and it’s sort of starting to go numb, and Eddie’s a little worried about the prolonged lack of blood flow. He needs both hands to play the guitar, so he can’t really afford to lose one, is all, so he tries to gently, ever-so-gently, extract his arm from between them.

This works like crap, of course, Steve is a ridiculously light sleeper and Eddie knows this, and he’s stirring against Eddie’s side with a grumble before Eddie can even work the feeling back into his hand.

“Nope,” Eddie murmurs, wrapping his arm around Steve’s back and pulling him closer. “Nope, no, goooo back to sleep.”

He runs his hand gently up and down Steve’s side and, miraculously, this does work. Steve settles, curled even further into Eddie’s side than before, and Eddie sighs. He lets his hand come to rest on Steve’s waist, but keeps stroking with his thumb, just in case.

(Eddie tries not to think about the fact that he and Steve are now essentially cuddling. He is entirely unsuccessful.)

Things are peaceful for a while longer, and they’ve nearly reached the climax of the movie when Steve stirs again.

It isn’t the sort of sleepy stirring that would suggest Steve is waking on his own (Eddie’s seen that, on the occasions he and Steve have spent the night together, just sharing space to fight off the darkness. Eddie’s seen Steve wake on his own, and this isn’t that), this is more the kind of restless movement that suggests something less than peaceful is going on in Steve’s mind.

A little furrow appears between his brows, and a little frown pulls at his lips, and Eddie did not go to all of the trouble of not waking him earlier only for a nightmare to get him now, so he takes his hand off of Steve’s waist and moves it up, carefully carding it into Steve’s hair.

He rubs his fingers against Steve’s scalp, scratching a little, almost petting, and for a moment Steve only grows more restless, leaving Eddie to wonder if he’s just fucked up, but then – Steve nearly collapses into Eddie’s side. Complete dead weight, boneless as a chicken strip.

He hums deep in his chest, clearly pleased (a little like a purring cat, Eddie’s brain unhelpfully provides), so Eddie keeps it up.

In fact, he does it well enough that Steve is still dead asleep by the time the movie ends. And Eddie could wake him, offer to let him stay the night, and hope he can get back to sleep after they relocate somewhere more comfortable, or–

Or he can stop the movie and give in to his heavy eyes and fall asleep sitting curled around Steve.

Which is exactly what he does.

(And when they both wake later, bathed in the blue glow of the stopped VHS tape, completely sore from sleeping all crumpled up like idiots, Steve insists it’s the best he’s slept in ages. He looks at Eddie and says—quietly, almost uncertain, almost like he’s saying more—that they should do it more often.

Eddie agrees.)

[Prompt: Falling asleep on your partner's shoulder]

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddiesteve #stranger things #something soft and silly after last week's angst #solar wrote

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ratedfleur · 3 months

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heaven and back

aespa karina x fem!reader 2k word count genre ౨ৎ explicit

🎥: your roomie, karina just wants to be a helping hand to get you to unwind, but then lust pays a visit once liquor is in your systems.

🎀: requested work.

🏷️: smut (MINORS DNI), fem bodied reader, pwp (no plot me thinks), drinking / liquor, grinding / dirty dancing, brief petting, thigh riding, cunnilingus, brief stomach pressing, fingering, heavy on narration.

🔞 / nsfw links: imagine mood boards (1) & (2)

🎼: heaven and back - chase atlantic

going out with karina on a weekend meant dealing with the devil, she always turned into some type of maniac when she was out and about, getting drunk after drinking a bottle or two.

a quarter past 2 am, you found yourself sitting by the bar, attempting to sober up despite your roommate ordering more drinks from the bar, even holding up the glass rim to your lips, making you drink it as she drunkenly smiled and giggled, cooing when she sees that a slither of liquor slipped from the corners of your lips when she tilts the glass a little too high.

“o-ooh! sorry baby!” karina hiccuped as she giggled, wiping the drop of liquor with her thumb before popping it into her mouth, sucking it clean.

then you watched as she drank another glass of whatever liquor she purchased, downing it as if it was a glass of water.

karina shot you a look before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “y/n, you need to loosen up! why are you so boring!” karina asked as she held onto your shoulder, shaking you back and forth as she spoke in a slur.

shaking your head at her, you looked over at your watch before looking right back at karina who suddenly had a new row of glasses in front of her, all filled to the brim.

“you need to loosen up, darling. come on, drink up and let’s have fun!” karina’s voice started to increase in volume when the music in the club started to get louder.

maybe karina was right, you thought as you reached for a glass, eyes suddenly shy when you caught of karina’s expectant ones.

she watched you with intent, a smile forming on her face as your lips touched the rim of the glass as you threw your head back as you downed the glass of liquor.

proudly smiling as you took another glass, karina immediately grabbed a glass for herself and drank before downing another with you as she linked arms with you, cheering out loud before pulling you onto the dance floor.

her body was smoothly moving against yours, karina always turned into a swan when she was on the dance floor, body immediately knowing how to move along to the beat.

karina had her front against your back, swaying and even subtly grinding against you as she played it off as if she was simply dancing.

she always had a thing for you, especially when she met eyes with you when you knocked on her door asking if the spare bedroom was still up for rent.

you could feel her hands plant themselves on your hips, pulling you closer to her as she grinded against you shamelessly. from the way karina was pressed against you, you could feel every bump and curve of her as she moved against your back.

karina even moved your hips against hers along to the beat, singing along to the songs to her heart’s content as she shamelessly moved and danced.

swiftly turning around, your hands made their way around karina’s neck, hands meeting each other as you pulled karina closer towards you, singing along to the song as you both swayed along to the beat, slowly inching closer towards each other, leaving no space between you two.

by now, the close proximity between you two was getting to your heads, making your mind go cloudy as they filled up with lust as you both pulled each other closer towards the other, faces merely a few inches apart from each other.

karina’s eyes shifted from your lips and your eyes that stared at her own cat like eyes that moved up and down your features, lips slowly etching a smile before she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss as she closed her eyes.

it was short and yet impactful, her lips fit like a puzzle piece, fitting perfectly against each other’s. karina’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip as she pulled away, making you whimper as she let go of your bottom lip, smiling at you with such a teasing look in her eyes.

“let’s get outta here and unwind, yeah?” karina said as she leaned into your ear, quite literally screaming into it as the music blasted against the walls of the club.

watching as you nodded in response to her question, karina quickly placed a kiss on your lips before pulling you out of the dance floor and towards the bar, not forgetting to pay with one of her hands heavily pressed against your ass, shamelessly groping you in public as she smiled at you sweetly before pulling you out of the club and into a cab that drove you both to the apartment.

her hands were planted on your body the moment that you both stepped foot into the apartment, lips pressed against each other’s as you two blindly walked in the hallway as you kissed, teeth clashing against each other as you both attempted to nip at each other’s lips, giggling when it fails.

you pull her towards the living room, pushing her to sit on the couch before you quickly shrugged off your top, doing the same with your long skirt as your eyes were transfixed on karina who was clumsily taking off her tube dress, throwing it on the ground along with your clothes that you dropped.

you went over to hover on top of karina’s lap as her lips latched themselves on your skin, kissing your skin softly as she went from your under boob, over your breast and nipple that she popped into her mouth briefly before moving upwards, stopping at your neck as she sucked and nipped, putting a few marks on your skin as you sighed in content, hips grinding against her lap as you shivered.

feeling you shamelessly moved on top of her, karina slouched a bit before grabbing a hold of your thigh, lifting it before shifting you over for you to sit on her thigh, smiling at you when she feels your wetness hit her thigh.

blushing as you sat on her thigh, your eyes cowered under karina’s gaze as she held you closer towards her, encouraging you to rock on her thigh.

moaning when you do rock on karina’s thigh, she even helps you move and grind harder on her thigh, rocking you back and forth.

karina flexes her thigh, making you gasp when you grind harder against her, hips hurriedly moving back and forth as you held onto her shoulders for leverage.

her eyes were drunkenly watching you, liking the sight of you on top of her as you pleasured yourself using her body. inching herself closer to you, her mouth found your tits, one hand teasing the other as she sucked and flicked her tongue on tit she had in her mouth.

all you could do was whimper, your hips started to shake as you rocked against her thigh in a broken rhythm, mind focusing on how her mouth felt against your breast.

your hands hastily went and held the back of karina’s head, pulling her closer to you as you went back to rocking back and forth her thigh, moaning out her name in ecstasy.

she smiles against your tit before popping off and switching over to the other, playing fair and square as she touched you. karina’s other hand was wrapped around your waist, still helping you to move back and forth against her.

“haahh.. rina-yah, i’m close!” you gasped, feeling karina flex her thigh again underneath you. she hums against your tit before speaking with a mouthful of you, “then cum, we’ve got all the time to ourselves.” karina replies.

sighing in content, you shake in her hold, legs quivering underneath you as you soaked karina’s thigh with your cum and slick, making a mess on the couch.

karina rubbed your hip in comfort, feeling you pant against her as you placed your head on her shoulder, arms wrapping around her waist for comfort.

“i— i wanna make you feel good too, rina-yah.” you mutter, lips placing kisses on her shoulder as karina hummed, “up to you, baby. tonight is all about you though.”

you shake your head, shakily sitting yourself up before you looked right into karina’s eyes, “i want it to be about us both.” you say before leaning in, kissing her softly before pulling away, getting on the floor in between karina’s legs which you pushed open, watching as her sweet slick dripped on the couch.

you reached from underneath her thighs before pulling her towards you, having karina’s lower half just dangling off the couch with you right in between her thighs.

inching closer, you blew on her pussy briefly, making karina shudder before blushing when you chuckle, coming closer towards her cunt before sticking your tongue out, flicking her clit back and forth with the tip.

her moans are rich in volume, sound bouncing off the walls of the apartment you both shared. karina’s hands gravitated towards your head, strands of hair getting lost in between her fingers as she grabbed a hold of them, pulling at your hair to pull you closer towards her cunt.

your eyes were fixated on karina, watching as she threw her head back, eyes closed as she moaned wantonly, feeling your fingers slip into her cunt before slipping in and out as you curled them inside of her.

your fingers continued to work with magic as you felt karina’s cunt pulse around your fingers, thighs shaking as the tips of your fingers started to press against her gummy spot, making karina’s eyes roll back as she moaned in content, eyes turning teary when you press too hard at her spot whilst your other hand pressed her stomach, putting just enough pressure that has karina whining and moaning your name.

she gasps when you poke deep into her cunt whilst your tongue busily licked at her clit, still flicking back and forth at her swollen nub that slowly grew red after all of the touching and sucking on it.

karina’s whimpers start to gradually increase in volume, slowly erupting into loud moans as she called out your name, nearly screaming as you picked up the pace and fingered her. your fingers are busily curling in and out of her cunt, reaching deep inside of her as you slurped up her slick that dribbled out of her hole, not letting a drop get wasted.

you licked her up with a glint in your eyes, fixated on her pleasured expressions as she looked down on you, watching your face that was hidden deep in between her thighs, squeezing the sides of your head as she squirmed underneath you.

karina shuddered before she warned you, voice shaky as she spoke to you, hands pulling at your hair to pull you closer towards her cunt as your tongue inched even closer towards her if it was possible.

“are you close already?” you murmur fondly against her cunt, watching as karina nodded tearfully, now rocking her cunt against your face, flesh rubbing against flesh as you moaned when you get a mouthful of karina’s cunt.

soon enough, karina couldn’t resist but prop her thighs on top of your shoulders as you knelt closer towards karina’s body, moaning as you pulled your fingers out of her before you delved deep into her cunt with your tongue, stilling it deep inside of her as you hummed, vibrating tones spreading all over karina’s body which causes her to shake and moan your name with a screech before she started to shake as she came all over your mouth, eyes rolling in ecstasy when she feels you slurping and drinking all of her cum up.

“just went to heaven and back, yeah?” you say with a smirk, pulling away from in between karina’s thighs with your lips all glossy from her slick and chin damp which yuo wiped away using the back of your hand, watching as karina blushed profusely as she nodded.

#mikha’s works #aespa #aespa yoo karina #aespa karina #aespa yoo jimin #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #kpop imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #kpop girl group #aespa hard thoughts #aespa hard hours #aespa smut #aespa imagines #karina x reader #karina smut #karina imagines

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slayfics · 1 month

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Katsuki plays with your cat. 900 words

You puttered around your room folding your laundry and placing it in your drawers. Your music softly played in the background from your speaker. Katsuki sat on your bed waiting for you to finish so you both could get started studying.

As he waited your cat came to jump up on the bed and join him. Katsuki reached out to pet her and she instantly began to purr, rolling on her back to give him access to her stomach.

"She really likes you," You mused.

"Yeah- it's because I'm not one of those annoying extras, they have too much energy. Cats don't like that," He spoke, rubbing her belly as she continued to purr.

"Hmm or- maybe it's because you're cute," You teased.

"HAH?! Shut the hell up," He barked. Your cat startled by his exclamation, jumped back to her feet. However, it didn't take her long to approach him again, she rubbed up against his arm indicating she wanted more pets.

Katsuki averted his gaze back to the cat, but you noticed the warmth that crept up on his cheeks from your words. It never failed to make you smile when he flustered at your compliments.

You turned your back to Katsuki to finish up the last of your clothes. Assuming you were distracted with your laundry Katsuki continued to play with your cat. From the reflection in your mirror, you caught him picking up her two front paws and bouncing her from side to side- as if she were dancing to the music playing from your speaker.

You had to stop yourself from having an audible reaction to the adorable shocking site. It was rare to see Katsuki playful, and making a cat dance isn't something you'd ever imagine him doing. Not to mention no one else would be able to get away with handling your cat that way. She had a temper of her own. Maybe that's why she got along so well with the blond.

You admired the sight for a bit longer before deciding to take a risk. You pulled your phone from your back pocket and flipped the camera around to record over your shoulder. It took a few moments before Katsuki looked up to see you recording.

"THE HELL!?" He yelled dropping your cat's paws. "GIVE ME THAT DAMN PHONE BRAT!"

You quickly slipped your phone back into your pocket as you laughed. Katsuki lunged for you; you dodged him running to the other side of your room.

"Come on Bakugo- I won't show anyone promise~" You pleaded.

"Fuck no- give it here!" He said holding his hand out.

"Mmnnm-," You shook your head no defiantly.

"You know you won't beat me," he said raising an eyebrow at you, but you inched closer to the door ready to make a run for it.

"Last chance!" He warned, you ignored him and quickly jumped for the door. Before you could even put your hand on the handle- Katsuki had wrapped his arms around your waist and tossed you over his shoulder.

"Put me down Bakugo!" You laughed and tapped your fists to his back kicking your legs to try and get him to lose his grip.

"Careful what you wish for!" He said mischievously before tossing you onto the bed and pinning you down. "Hand over the phone." He said, but his words were lost in your laughter.

Katsuki looked down at you laughing beneath him, your wrists pinned above your head. He couldn't help the smirk that rose on his lips at the sound of your laughter filling the room.

Your laughter subsided enough for you to look up at him, you caught a glimpse of the smirk on his face and the soft look in his eyes. You both fell silent as the tension grew between your sustained eye contact. The soft look did not leave Katsuki's face as he continued to admire you, his hand squeezing your wrist a little tighter, his cheeks flushing just a bit.

The moment got the best of you, and before you could convince yourself out of it- you pressed your lips to his. Katsuki squeezed your wrists tighter as your lips made contact with his. You lingered there for a few moments- just enough to give yourself time to preserve the moment in your memories. His lips were surprisingly soft, and his blond spikes brushed against your forehead at the closeness.

You pulled away eager to see the look in his eyes. Katsuki didn't move, he stayed still in place, frozen. His face was flushed from the tip of his nose to his ears and his face was adorned with a look you'd never see before.

"You look cute blushing like that," you said smiling at him.

As if he was finally brought back to his senses Katsuki blinked and his eyebrows furrowed, "I AM NOT BLUSHING!"

You didn't argue but kissed the tip of his nose this time, "You know~ if you wanted to get on top of me, you could have just asked," you teased.

"Fucking brat- I hate you," He spoke as he closed the distance between you both again, placing another kiss on your lips.

"Hate me harder," You taunted, and Katsuki placed a fervent kiss on your lips as he lost all memory of what had started this in the first place. Allowing the video to remain safely on your phone for days to come.

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nyursi · 4 months

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘!

꒰ † ੭‎ㅤNSFW 18+ㅤ(MDNI)... well, the favonius church's choir had a spectacular ensemble. one stood out in particular.ㅤノㅤnot proofread.

ᡴꪫ‎ TODAY'S SPECIAL!ㅤkaeya alberich.

WOULD YOU LIKE SPRINKLES? (っω=`)ㅤm!rdr, religious themes, kaeya jacks off to you cause he's horny, drabble.

ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

Call it irony or whatever, but the fact that Kaeya still attended church while drunk and out of his mind was pretty funny. Of course, considering that Sister Rosaria was no better than the Cavalry Captain— Kaeya let go of all his guilt and entered the Holy grounds anyway.

Besides, spending an hour in here was all worth it, as Kaeya had his eye on a special someone.

You were close with Barbara, and a few months younger than Jean, so your relationship with the sisters certainly helped you settle in Mondstadt. A long time ago, when you first came to the humble city, Kaeya was oddly pleased to see a feline roaming the streets. Save for Diona, who was too busy handling the Cat's Tail.

And you can call him weird, obsessive, strange. But can you blame him? With your honey-toned voice constantly singing during Mass— who could resist the urge to hear more? Truly, locals adored you. Even if there was a whole ensemble in the stands, it was you who stood out and took the spotlight. Kaeya was no better.

It was just another day for him. Rosaria was his close friend, and since she paid for the booze he drank last time, he owed her. And thus, when she asked to accompany her at the Church, Kaeya begrudgingly complied. Really— he was so ready to take a seat and get some shut eye. They arrived a few minutes earlier, so what harm could be done?

Not 5 minutes passed and he was already awoken. "Uhm, excuse me...?" A soft voice he heard. Gentle shaking on his shoulder. Kaeya hummed, not ready to wake up just yet. Nonetheless, he opened his eye, ready to throw some passsive agressive remark at whoever dared to stop his slumber.

But shit.

"Sir? Mass is starting soon, it would be very disrespectful to sleep through it!" Not a word made it through Kaeya's ears, too busy listening to the angelic melody that suddenly praised him when he looked at you. Clothing that those in the Church wore daily, something so innocent, pure and white, somehow became unholy with the way it clung to your figure. He couldn't help the way his eyes trailed down, down, down, til' they landed on your shorts.

Tight and snug. They barely looked like shorts with how high up they were. But Kaeya wasn't complaining— not at all.

And fuck— was that a thigh belt? Kaeya gulped, seeing the shining vision dangling on your thigh. To keep himself from any more thoughts, he quickly looked up at you.

Ah. You were staring.

Did he look weird? Was it obvious he eyed you like some treat? As if he were a kid, drooling for candy? Or did you find him handsome? Attractive like he did you.

"Ah, my apologies. Thank you for waking me up." He chuckled, scratching his scalp as if he were guilty. You crossed your arms and pouted, lips puckered and Kaeya had an urge to suck on them. "It's alright, but please be more attentive. We're starting soon." You reminded, before turning around, heading to the stands.

And if you felt a burning glare on your behind, Kaeya prayed you believed it to be your imagination.

Safe to say that first interaction guaranteed many more to come. Kaeya was greedy, a selfish man who had not one, but two addictions.

Alcohol was just his mistress.

So he kept coming. Anytime he could, Kaeya attended Mass like he was a Saint. Rosaria called him crazy, but he couldn't deny that claim. He would go mad if there was not a single glimpse he could catch of the cute singer.

He found it funny how something so innocent managed to catch the attention of a dirty man.

One time, you made a particular face when the sun got caught in your eyes. Your eyes squinted, lips pulled in a small frown, and Kaeya imagined that to be the face you made if he ever came on it.

Yeah. He was fucked.

At some point his right hand became sore with his nightly activities, accompanied by the repeating scenarios in his mind that fueled his desire even more. Kaeya couldn't wait any sooner.

He wanted you. He needed you.

Kaeya attended the next days Mass, clean as ever. As if he didn't spend last night fucking his fist to you, until the sun rose. Groaning and wishing that it was you around his cock, not his left hand. (He had to alternate.)

He couldn't handle it. Every time he saw you, thoughts would pop up in his head in the most random places. He walks past you in the streets? All of a sudden he imagines breeding you on the cobble path. A glimpse of your cat ears from afar? He dreams of tugging and biting at them. The worst one that ever happened was at Church.

Kaeya frequented the place so much that you eventually grew a friendship. Greeting him whenever you saw the tall, sunkissed, eye-patch wearing man. One time, while waiting for Mass to start, you actually sat down beside him to talk. He had to fight off a boner.

One of the Deacons dropped the long candle, and you, ever kind and pure, stood up to get it for them. Soon as you bent down, Kaeya shamelessly eyed your butt. He always did that, but what caught his eye were your cute little balls, snug against the thin fabric of your shorts.

Either they were that tight, or you decided to go commando.

Kaeya hoped it to be the latter.

Not only was he blessed with the sight of your buttocks, full and plump, but your round balls too. Kaeya wanted to pinch them. Squeeze, suck, fondle, put them in his mouth— he didn't care. As long as he got to touch your sweet cheeks too.

If holding in a boner while taking to you was hard, this was a lot more extreme. Not to mention your cute tail; that dangled and swayed, urging him to pull on it.

"Oh dear! Sir Kaeya! You're bleeding!" You exclaimed, hurriedly taking out a cloth napkin from your pocket. Wiping at the blood that dribbled down his nose. "Are you alright? Perhaps you should miss out on today. Please get some rest."

He didn't even fight back, too shell-shocked at the fact he got a fucking nosebleed from that. But hey, at least he has your napkin!

And if he returns it to you the next day; sticky, crumpled, and wet? Don't question it.

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rafesgoldrings · 1 year

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One Hell of a Night

Warnings: smut, oral (m + f receiving), Topper and Kelce jerk each other off, drug usage, two in one hole, language, brief mention of choking and face slapping, teensy bit of degradation, foursome, slight groping from the boys, Rafe does a line off the readers tits because it’s me, this is literally just pure filth

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem Kook!Reader, Kelce x Fem Kook!Reader, slight Kelce x Topper

Summary: It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

If anyone asked you, the friendship between you and the three kook boys that dominated the island was strictly platonic. There was absolutely nothing else there, not when you took turns sucking their cock. Not when they were knuckle deep in your cunt. Not when their cum was coating every inch of you. Just a couple of friends helping friends to relax. But to you four? There was something there, pure animalistic desire to tear each other apart. Each one of you playing a daunting game of cat and mouse.

You’d wear the shortest golf skirt you owned when you went to play with them. They would wear the tightest shirts they owned, flexing their well defined muscles every chance they got. Your freshly painted nails would slowly trail up one of the boy's thighs, dangerously close to his cock, another boy's hand would disappear into your skirt, and the final boy would have his hand ‘innocently’ around your shoulder groping your tits. Each one of you eager to see who broke first, to see who gave into their desire.

It was usually always you. One look at their cocky smirks as their fingers danced a well choreographed dance inside your cunt and you were done for. You’d always ended up pleading for them to just stop the teasing and have their way with you. That exact same scenario is how you ended up in your current situation.

Rafe invited the three of you to his place to hang Friday night. Wheezie was at her friends house for the weekend, Sarah was out with those grimy pogues, Ward and Rose away for some business thing, which left the house all to himself. He’d told you he managed to secure a gram of coke from Barry and some alcohol, all you needed to do was bring your pretty ass over there with Topper and Kelce. Knowing it would just be the four of you, you put on a tiny skirt and crop top that was perfectly cut to show off your tits. The Cartier bracelet Rafe bought you, Chanel necklace Topper bought you, and Hermès ring Kelce bought you proudly on display. You’d put on the perfume you knew drove them crazy, sliding on your sandals and getting in your Jeep to head over to them.

You should have known it was a Trap, as soon as you walked in you should have known. None of the boys had their shirts on, passing around a half smoked joint and legs spread. Their hungry eyes staring you down the second you walked in the door like they were predators and you were the helpless prey. They paid extra close attention to your tits that were practically uncovered by the small piece of fabric you called a shirt, their adam’s apple bobbing as they swallowed harshly.

“Why don’t you come sit princess” it wasn’t a question, Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, discarding the joint and smirking at the squeal you let out from the sudden collision.

He already had lines laid out on the table and passed you a rolled up hundred dollar bill insisting you go first. The small skirt (and no panties) left little to the imagination as you bent down to the table, Rafe jerking his thigh up and hitting your cunt in the perfect way. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, covering one nostril before placing the bill inside the other and snorting a single white line off the table relatively quickly.

“Woah pretty girl, you’re so desperate tonight” Topper cooed, his eyes full of lust and mischief as the other two let out a small laugh.

“Awe come on guys, sweet girl just wants to make sure we don’t take it all before she gets her high. Isn’t that right baby?” Kelces hand rubbing your knee and the small amount of coke in your system made it hard to get out a complete sentence.

“Y-yeah, you guys always take it” you pouted, bending back down and doing two more lines before Rafe plucked the bill from your hands.

“That’s enough now.” he never let you overindulge like they did. He knew exactly what it did to you and while letting you snort any of the blow was bad, he’d rather you do smaller amounts with them.

A small hmph escaped your lips, arms crossed as you leaned back against Rafe’s chest. They could do all the coke in the world but you do three lines and it was the crime of the fucking century. You felt large fingertips grip your jaw firmly and turn your head towards them, Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he spoke to you.

“Lose the fucking attitude and be grateful I allow you any princess. Don’t make me bend you over the table and slap your ass until it’s black and blue to teach you manners.” you knew he meant it. He’d done it once before when you wouldn’t stop bitching about everything one night, your widened eyes never left his as you nodded.

He whispered ‘good girl’ and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he smirked, glancing at the table and your tits.

“Take your top off” the others quickly joined in agreement.

So, slowly, you began peeling it off. It’s not like they hadn’t seen your tits before, half the time you didn’t bother wearing a bra and changed in front of them because they’d touched and marked them plenty of times in the past. Topper passed the bag to Rafe who then instructed Kelce to push your tits together. You felt him press against your back, arms wrapping around your front and pushing your tits together with his hands, before Rafe poured some of the white powder between them. He covered one nostril and snorted it all away, lightly licking them to ‘get the rest’ off.

By this time, the drugs had kicked in. Your eyes holding a glazed over look, pupils dilated, cunt throbbing as you watched them. You began grinding into the couch, desperate for something, whining loudly and attracting all three boys' attention to you. Each one stared at the wet spot you’d made, eyes matching yours but with a bit more lust swimming around. Giving each other a knowing look, they listened as you begged for them to touch you. To use you as they pleased and make you cum

“Fuck princess, okay”

“That’s our good girl”

“So fucking pretty when you beg baby, we’ll take such good care of you”

Rafe had your legs spread apart, hands grabbing your tits and pulling at your nipples while Topper fucked your face. Kelce had his cock buried inside you, fucking you so hard that you swear your cervix was actually bruised. You couldn’t think clearly, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were currently experiencing from both your high and being used this way, a harsh slap to your inner thigh bringing you back to reality. Your eyes were full of tears from the combination of your favorite boys using you like their personal toy, Topper was all the way in the back of your throat using it like it was nothing but a hole made to take his cock.

You knew they were both close, they went harder, each thrust more sloppy than the previous. Their moans getting louder and more broken until they couldn’t form words, only cries of your name. Their thick seed filled both of your holes at the same time and you swore you died right then and there. You could feel your cunt get stuffed full and loved it more than anything, especially knowing it was from one of your favorite boys. Rafe’s cock was pressed against your back, rock hard, leaking precum, and desperate for the same attention the others just got.

The two of them would pull out, each one with a proud look on their face when you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and swallowed Topper's load, giving Rafe the opportunity to move in front of you. Groaning at the sight of your hole leaking out the mixture of yours and Kelce’s cum, he slowly bent down till he was eye level with your cunt. His lips quickly attached to your clit and then your tight hole. Moaning against you at the taste of his best friend's release with yours mixing together on his tongue. Your hands flew to his hair and held it with a tight grip, legs trembling from the previous orgasm you just had.

“D-don’t stop. P-lease” it came out broken, sounding pathetic enough for the two boys to laugh and mockingly frown at you.

You snapped your head in their direction and rolled your head back, eyes screwed shut and toes curling when you saw them stroking the other's cock. It was all too much for you, Rafe’s tongue working its magic on your abused cunt, the other two pleasuring each other while they watched you fall apart yet again. You swear to god Rafe was tracing his name against your cunt when you finally came. That rubber band in your belly finally snapping as you grinded into Rafe’s face, riding out your orgasm to the best of your ability in your drug altered state.

“Such a goood fucking girl baby. Oh my god” Rafe moaned out when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips clean and groaning at your taste.

“Taste so fucking good baby” he pulled you into a rough kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue.

Your head moved up when he went to pull away from the kiss, lips still attached to his until he pushed you back against the bed. Topper and Kelce had managed to get each other off at some point during your orgasm and the thick white ropes covered their abs. They’d both walked to join Rafe in front of you before speaking up.

“Since Kelce got to fuck that pretty cunt of yours baby, Rafe and I want to try something while Kelce fucks your mouth”

“Do you trust us baby?” Even while high, they each made sure you were okay with whatever they were doing.

“Of course” your voice came out small, too fucked out, high, and tired to speak much louder.

“Okay baby. You’re going to take Rafe and I inside that tight cunt of yours…at the same time. You think you can handle us both baby?” that certainly woke you up, eyes shooting open as wide as they could go and sitting up on your elbows.

You looked between each boy, trying to see if they were serious. When there was no indication that they weren’t, pure desperation on Rafe and Toppers faces, you nodded your head.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re so perfect.”

“If it’s too much, you tell us okay?” they both spoke at the same time, you again nodded at them.

They flipped you to your stomach before pulling you up, wanting you on all fours. Once you were in position, Kelce walked over and slid his cock in your mouth. Rafe slid his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you were and the way your cunt clenched around him reactively. He thrusted into you a few more times before making sure you were okay with this. Once you gave him a thumbs up, mouth too full of cock to answer verbally, Topper joined him. He slid his cock in, letting out a loud groan at the feeling of your tight hole and his cock rubbing against Rafe’s inside you, slowly until it was all the way in. You were so lost in pleasure, moaning non stop around Kelce's cock, that you forgot to suck him off. He slapped your cheek to bring your attention to him “Just because you’re taking two cocks inside your cunt at once like a little whore doesn��t mean you stop paying attention to me. Now fucking suck princess, make me proud”

You bobbed your head up and down, trying your best to keep your attention on him while Rafe and Topper fucked into you at the same time. The room full of pornographic sounds, just moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“I hope you know baby, we aren’t done with you. We’re going to ruin you to the point you’re just a drooling, babbling, trembling cock hungry whore. This is just the beginning” Rafe moaned into your ear, gripping your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

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oceantornadoo · 6 months

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a ghost lives

price came to your door and told you simon was killed in action. three months later, who's that at your door step?

angsty but turns smutty. happy ending dw :)

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“no.”

you slammed the door, hands shaking. “no, no, no. it’s not possible.” your shaking hands raised to your cheeks, clawing. tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. the door opened, a dark figure walking through it. you flinched, taking steps backwards until your back hit the wall. you kept shaking your head, murmuring “no, no, no” without sound. you slid down the wall, staring at the man in front of you.

simon was in shambles. the moment he was medically cleared he had jumped on the next plane home, not bothering to tell anyone. he needed to see you, to hold everything he held dear, to believe in good again. and instead of a warm welcome, instead of your customary jump and kiss, you were breaking down. he didn’t understand it. what did he do wrong?

“love? it’s me. i’m home.” he said almost stupidly, unsure of his next move. he closed the door and locked it, and you flinched again. you were sitting on the floor now, tears running down your face with your head in your hands. he set his bag down gently, not wanting to spook you. he ripped off his mask and gloves, tucking them away. you gasped, finally making eye contact.

“you’re not real. you died. my husband died three months ago. you’re in my imagination. please, just go away.” you pleaded, prayed. price had come to your doorstep three months ago, hat in his hands, tears in his eyes. he talked about a difficult enemy and unfair terrain. the only word you heard was “k.i.a.” you died that day, and had been a breathing ghost ever since.

simon was in shock. he had left the hospital so quickly that he had never talked to his unit, didn’t know what they told you. he dropped to his knees, your pain flowing through him tenfold. “i didn’t die, love. i was just lost. i survived for two months in the woods until they found me. i was so badly injured i had to be treated by foreign operatives. price doesn’t even know, i thought they told him. i’m so sorry. i am so, so sorry. i’m here.” you shook your head at his every word. your nightmares were terrifying, but this was the worst one yet. you had never hallucinated in broad daylight. his familiar scent of musk and that cologne you bought him last christmas wafted through the air, punishing you.

“i don’t believe you. you’re not real. i buried you.” you couldn’t afford to hope. the last months had been about survival, and you had just started eating regularly without bursting into tears, imagining simon cooking his famous meat pie in your kitchen. “casket was empty, lovie. i’m going to touch you now. i need you to know i’m here.” he reached his hand out slowly, like he was approaching a feral cat. you flinched again, breaking another piece of his heart and burying it like that empty casket. his fingertips brushed your cheek and your mouth dropped, tears stopping.

“si? tell me this is real. convince me.” he maneuvered over until his knees touched yours, bringing you down to earth. you couldn’t believe him. your ghost was alive. there was no way. maybe you had too many melatonin gummies last night.

“look, dove.” he pulled up his shirt, showing you new scars. you had his scars memorized, mapped down to the millimeter, and you would never dream of him being hurt more. he showed you his bandages, moving your fingers over the wrapped bullet hole. he grimaced and you gasped. you would never wish for simon to be in pain, so the fact that he was meant…

you flung yourself at him, shedding new tears. “you’re here, you’re really here. you’re alive.” he nodded against your shoulder. you hear a small meow and drew your head back, looking at riley jr., your ball of fur. she padded over softly and nuzzled her head against simon’s knee, drawing a short laugh from him as he scratched behind her ears. through all of your nightmares, riley jr. had never acknowledged your ghosts. which meant simon was real. which meant he was alive.

“i’m here.” he kissed your forehead, brushing back your hair. “i’m here.” he kissed between your eyebrows, smoothing the creases there. “i’m alive.” he kissed your tears away, drying your face. “i’m never leaving, dove.” he kissed your nose, finally drawing a small smile out of your. “i’m home.” he kissed your lips, and you kissed back fervently. your husband was home and alive and here. “simon, i’ve missed you. you have no idea. i died that day. i’ve been waiting to join you ever since.” he shook his head as tears rolled down his face. “be ready to wait another 70 years, love. we’re alive.” you tackled him again, pushing him down on the ground. you kissed him with the passion that had been gone for the last three months, cracked and dried out inside you. you climbed on top of him, needing to feel him, needing to believe.

you grinded your hips against his, drawing out a low moan. “let me inside. let me show you i’m alive.” he said, still not convinced you believed him. you nodded, overcome with love for the man beneath you. he rubbed his palm against your clit, rocking you as you kissed. you hadn’t even thought of sex in the last three months, and it had somehow built up to this. you were instantly wet, always ready for your simon. you felt his hardness underneath you as he bucked his hips. you unzipped his pants, taking him out, long and heavy in your hands. he pulled aside your shorts and you sunk down on him with a low moan. “my husband. my simon. you’re alive.” you finally, truly believed it. he bucked into you, the friction of his clothes stimulating your clit. “my wife and her beautiful cunt, sucking me in. look at you.” there were dried tears on your face, sweaty clothes clung to your body, and your cunt squelched with every thrust. you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. you were so pretty, even when you cried.

he flipped you both over, fucking into you hard on the floor. his hand wrapped around your head, protecting it from bumping. “i’m back because no one could ever fuck you like this. no one as good as me. say it.” he ordered, needing reassurance. “no one as good as you, si. no one will ever be you.” you moaned, your orgasm building up, with something behind it. he sucked your neck and pinched your nipples, reminding your body of how good it felt to be owned by him. “come on, dove. come for me.” you felt so wet and achy, your emotions out of control. his voice was the only thing keeping you conscious. you felt stuffed, full of your husband. “come on, my dirty girl. let me fill you up. my welcome home gift.” you gasped as you came, a tingling sensation following it. you looked down as you squirted on simon’s cock, so overwhelmed. he came, the juices mixing, trailing down your holes. “gonna give you a baby so you won’t ever leave. we’re never leaving each other, yeah?” he grasped your hair and pulled you in for a kiss.

“never, simon. i’m yours.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon riley wife #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #angst with a happy ending #tornadothoughts

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jazzisackerman · 2 years

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takemichi who gets guiltier every time he breaks his promise to not get into fights, but he knows you'll always be there to patch him up with a shake of your head and a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

mikey who steals bites of your snacks, laughing sweetly when you make a face at him. sometimes he'll leave you alone, but then he'll steal the taste of your treats off your lips later.

draken who flatly refuses all of your pleas to hitch a ride on his motorcycle, only for him to reveal one he'd been working on for months just for your birthday.

chifuyu who has established coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you and lift you up into the air as his default greeting, laughing as you squeal and kick your feet.

keisuke who let you name one of his cats, and now taiyaki is a very small and spoiled third-wheel on all of your dates, getting scooped into your arms as keisuke leans over to kiss the edge of your mouth.

mitsuya who didn't say much when you gave him a sweater you'd crocheted one day, but as he turned his face you could see a smile and a tint of pink in his cheeks.

kazutora who made a habit of coming into your apartment via the window at insane hours, but you reprimand him as he wraps you in his arms, smiling against the skin of your neck, saying "i missed you".

seishu who complains about being your "coffee boy", but he'll still show up outside the gates of your school with a cup every morning, huffing as you kiss him on the cheek, his hand ghosting your waist.

hajime who completely ignores your demands for him to stop getting you expensive gifts since you "can't match that, haji!", instead smirking and replying with, "that ass is my gift" and getting slapped.

wakasa who is often bored with most of the things around him, but finds himself perking up slightly when you approach him, a smile pulling at his lips as you slip to his side, where you fit so perfectly.

shinichiro who apologises when he has to decline dates to look after his siblings, but when you swing by things get much easier, and he can't imagine a future without you, laughing in his living room.

izana who was so used to discarding people, but then someone came into his life who pushed his hair behind his ear and rested her head on his shoulder, and he knew he could never get rid of you.

haruchiyo who is so unashamedly loud most of the time, but he quietens when it's just the two of you, your hands on his cheeks and gently brushing over the scars on his face, placing kisses on each on.

nahoya who is rarely seen without you by his side, both laughing madly at some game on your phones. souya who is so much kinder than everyone thinks, by your side with a snack every time you're sad.

hakkai who always makes you giggle by kissing your hand at every meeting, but he'll follow it up with a hug that's closer to a tackle, ending in both of you just laughing, probably too loudly.

rindou who would stop at very little to protect you, but he's always brought back to reality by your hand tugging at his wrist when he's gone too far. you're the only one who can pull an apology from him.

ran who is so used to a life of independence and supporting other people that he simply melts, lying in his room with his head in your lap, the safest he's ever been able to feel.

hinata who will outright refuse to take other people's shit, often leading to you having to drag her away from conflicts, laughing as she fights against your grip, scowling adorably.

emma who is so often called childish, but you allow to her bring out her true nature of playfulness instead of play-acting as an adult, your relationship one of hands joined, swinging in the space between you.

yuzuha who just needed someone to be there for her, but she's instead fallen so devastatingly in love, and she kisses you at the end of every date with desperate love, silently vowing to keep you safe.

senju who has a love language of spending time together, and could do anything at all with you, as long as it's with you. she doesn't care for your lectures about getting hurt, but she'll always listen.

tokyo revengers manga, happy ending day !! i'm fucking wrecked i'm not gonna lie but this manga has been a source of comfort for me for over eighteen months. i'm going to miss them sm sobs [and i'm sure i'll cry when i read it when i wake up]

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mochiwrites · 1 month

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Taking a quick glance at the time, Grian checks over their apartment once more. The banner and streamers have all been put up in the kitchen, the cake is neatly presented on the table, Jellie is in her cat tree like the princess she is. Perfect. Grian nods to himself with a satisfied smile before heading over to the couch and sitting down. He’s been going crazy all morning trying to prepare something for Scar’s birthday, sending the man out on pointless errands just to take up his time.

Honestly, Grian is quite proud of himself that he managed to get this all set up on his own and without any accidents.

His boyfriend only deserves the best, after all. And Grian is willing to do whatever he can to provide just that, come hell or high water.

The doorknob jiggles a few seconds later, before the door itself opens. “Grian! I’m home!” Right on time.

Grian tries to look as casual as he can on the couch as Scar comes in, four bags in his hands. He shoots the man a smile, “Hey! How’d it go?”

“I think I found everything on the list you gave me,” Scar hums, glancing down at the bags. He walks into the kitchen, too focused on the bags to notice the banner and streamers. “I got the cat food for Jellie, a nice jar of golden carrots — which before you say anything I bartered for a lower price.”

Grian can hear the smugness in Scar’s voice, making him chuckle, “Only you, Scar. Only you.”

“That’s a compliment, thank you!” Scar sets the bags down on the table, and Grian waits with excited anticipation for him to notice the cake. “The only thing I wasn’t able to find was the imagineer cat plush? Honestly G I didn’t even know where to—”

His voice suddenly stops, and Grian takes that as his cue to join Scar in the kitchen. He finds the other staring at the cake on the table, along with the very plush he had just been talking about. Grian wears a large grin on his face as he comes over, patting the plush’s head, “Don’t worry about that one. I managed to find it.”

Scar’s head snaps to him, green eyes carrying shock and disbelief, “G?”

Grian walks over to him, moving to wrap his arms around his shoulders. “I know it’s not much but… I wanted to do something for your birthday. Even if it’s a few days late because someone didn’t think to tell me.” He playfully pinches the back of Scar’s neck.

“Oh,” Scar answers, still looking shocked. He sets his hands on Grian’s waist as his eyes trail over to the cake and cat plush on the table. “Oh Grian,” he mumbles, in awe. “This is amayzin’!”

His words pull a laugh from Grian, all light and fond. “It better be, I spent all morning getting everything set up,” he teases.

Scar turns his bright, excited eyes to Grian before leaning in to press their lips together. “I love it. Thank you.”

Grian smiles in return, chest warm with pride at the happiness in Scar’s expression. “You’re welcome. Now c’mon, this cake isn’t gonna eat itself!” He reaches for Scar’s hand, tugging on it as he leads him over to the plate he’s set out.

Happy to be tugged along, Scar follows his boyfriend the few steps it takes them to the cake. It’s decorated with orange icing, the words Happy Birthday Scar! written in cyan icing. The little cat plush Grian had mentioned sits next to it, wearing a vest and a hard hat, a rolled up paper attached to its paw. Scar picks it up, looking at it with adoration. He takes in the decorations around, the orange streamers and green banner with a birthday message on it.

If Scar had known this is what was going to be awaiting him when he told Grian his birthday, he would’ve caved much sooner.

He watches as Grian grabs two plates, forks, and a knife to cut the cake from the drawer and cabinet, mouth moving as he speaks. Scar doesn’t quite catch what he’s saying, too stuck in his own thoughts.

Void, he loves this man more than anything in the world. Grian went through all this effort for him, even if his birthday has passed. But he did it because he thought Scar was worth celebrating.

It’s a passing thought, but Scar wishes his parents could have met Grian. He wishes they could be here right now, celebrating his birthday again. It would only be right, considering the last time Scar did any sort of celebration was before his server went to hell.

Seeing all of the effort Grian put into this solidifies something for Scar. He survived. It’s not just some dream. He’s not sure why it’s hitting him now, as he stares at a cake with the word ‘birthday’ written on it in icing that was clearly done by Grian. But he’s forced to realize that he really made it through his corrupted world, he’s survived.

It feels like a hard pill to swallow.

“Alright, birthday boy, why don’t you do th— Scar?” Grian had been holding the knife out to the other, but when he sees the wet sheen to Scar’s eyes, he sets it down on the table. With a soft noise, he reaches out, grabbing Scar’s arms gently, “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s not the cake, is it? Or the streamers? I tried not to get anything that was super flashy.”

Scar laughs wetly, furiously shaking his head as he looks at Grian through his tears. “N-No, it’s perfect love. Everything is perfect.”

“But?” Grian gently probes, reaching up to wipe one of the tears that fall down Scar’s cheek. Scar leans into the touch easily.

“I wish they were here too,” Scar quietly admits, and Grian doesn’t need to ask to know who ‘they’ are. More tears roll down Scar’s face, causing Grian to tug him down into his arms. Scar buries his head into Grian’s neck, feeling the other wrap an arm around him, fingers carding through his hair. Scar clutches him tightly, “The last… last time I ever celebrated was with them.”

Grian quietly shushes him, holding him tight. His neck feels wet, but he doesn’t dare pull away.

“Sorry G,” Scar mumbles. “You did all this hard work and here I am crying over it,” he weakly laughs, “I just… never thought I’d do anything like this a-again.”

“Don’t apologize you silly man,” Grian huffs at him, continuing to run his fingers through Scar’s fluffy hair. “It’s only natural, given what you went through. As long as you don’t get your cake wet, cry away.”

Scar laughs again, tugging Grian tighter against him. “I’d hate to eat soggy cake.”

“No one wants a soggy cake.” Grian nods his agreement, laying his head against Scar’s. “Now go on, cry it all out. I’ll… be right here. To hold you and stuff.” He sounds a little awkward as he says it, but words have never been his thing. The fact that he even says something for Scar means the world and more. “If you need extra incentive I’ve got your favorite movies lined up for us to watch too.”

Void, Scar loves this man.

And somewhere, he hopes his parents love him too.

#mochi speaks #mochi writes #secret husbands au #scarian #hermitshipping #I have so many drabbles to write for these guys #they’re in my BRAIN #INFECTED!!!!!!

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thewulf · 8 months

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May I Kiss You? || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - But a story where it’s Jake x reader and she’s in the dagger squad and her and Nat are like “one of the guys” and reader hates it cause she likes Jake (Jake likes her too) but she thinks he sees her as manly and everything... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhhh this was so much fun to write. I love a sweet af Jake. A good hurt/comfort if you will!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.0k +

“Nat, this is too much.” You checked yourself out in the floor-length mirror feeling terribly self-conscious in the skintight gold lacy mini dress she’d picked out for you. You’d never been one to show off and this dress was showing off everything, not much was left to the imagination. You felt like your boobs were spilling out and the cutouts left little to guess about.

She shook her head, “No it’s not! You look hot as fuck Bee.” She grinned checking you out without shame, “Besides, it’s just for a couple drinks then we’re going to the show. It’s not like we’re dressing up for the guys.” You’d earned your callsign, Bee, after not shutting the fuck up about bumblebees and why we needed to save them. Needless to say, you’d gotten the guys to plant wildflowers everywhere they could and trees where they shouldn’t. What could you say? You were convincing.

“No, you look hot.” You pointed to her even tighter red dress that looked rocking on her olive skin. Not much would look bad on Nat though, she could rock pretty much anything you were convinced, “I look so fucking out of place.” You sighed in defeat.

“Shut up Y/N. Seriously, you look really good. Jake won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.” She grinned knowing how to push your buttons perfectly.

“He will not. He doesn’t notice me at all.” You frowned, “I’m just one of the guys to him.” You wished it didn’t affect you so deeply but here you stood. Sad and upset.

She laughed, laughed of all things, “You really have no idea do you?” She quirked her eyebrow up in the most Natasha way possible. Basically, calling you a dumbass right to your face without outright saying it.

“Don’t put these thoughts into my head Nat!” You groaned careful not to smear the makeup you’d just spent far too much applying.

She punched your shoulder lightly, “Come on Bee. Think about it. He goes out of his way to sit next to you in class. He basically demands you be his wizzo. Jake Seresin has never had a wizzo before. He rushes to sit next to you at lunch… honey he likes you. Maybe even loves you.” She smirked knowing that’d truly get through to you.

You pursed your lips thinking it through, “So?”

She laughed, “Stop deflecting. He doesn’t act that way with me. Or Halo. He’s simply obsessed with you darling. He’s going to lose it when he sees you in that number tonight.”

You groaned again, another fresh set of butterflies erupted in your stomach, “Don’t remind me.”

“Why not?” She turned towards you.

“He’s literally never seen me in anything other than a military issued uniform Nat. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?” You were letting your nerves get the better of you. You knew you were being irrational.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes right in your face, “Well he’d be a fucking idiot then, wouldn’t he?”

When you walked in you made a beeline straight towards the bar. Not having a damn clue you’d drawn the eyes of the blonde pilot you’d grown to adore in your time back at Top Gun. The two of you just clicked. Two peas in a pod. He made you feel safe. You made him feel comfortable.

He, quite literally, couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Nat noticed. You didn’t. She’d make sure to point that out to you later.

Nat had to pull you away from the bar

Payback whistled when the two of you finally made it over, “Don’t you two look lovely. A little overdressed.” He quipped, digging a little?

Nat roller her eyes, “We’re going to a play after this.

“Would you look what he cat dragged in.” Bradley spoke up setting his drink down and taking a seat across from you, leaving the seat next to you for Jake whenever he wanted to join the group. Little did you know he was stalling because you quite literally took his breath away. He didn’t know how to not look like a dumbass in front of you.

“How nice Roos.” You rolled your eyes feeling yourself ease at the boys casual banter with the two of you. They weren’t making your feel great but not like shit either. Classic men.

He sighed, “You both look pretty. It’s just weird. We’re not used to seeing you guys look like women.”

You smiled, “I said the same thing!”

Nat groaned, “Please don’t encourage her boys.”

Jake then joined sliding in next to you giving you a soft smile before turning his attention towards Rooster across from you. He was trying his damnedest to not start right at you. You smelled beyond incredible it took all his damn willpower not to scoop you right on up for himself, simply irresistible.

The conversation flowed before Nat tapped her watch letting you know it was nearly time to go. You nodded in understanding trying to hurry up and finish your drink.

“Bagman you’ve been awfully quite.” Nat smirked trying to draw something out of the lovestruck man knowing it was her last chance for the night.

But the words that came out surprised even his fellow pilots who made light-hearted jokes, “Mama always said if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.” Bob’s wide eyes said it all for the men in the group. That was just mean and so wholeheartedly untrue.

Your heart dropped immediately, was that how he really felt? You didn’t think you were ugly but damn did that comment dig deep. The rest of the group must’ve felt the tension growing between the two of you as they scattered instead of hyping the conversation up.

Nodding your head, you set your glass down on the nearest table, “I think we were ready to go, right Nat? Don’t want to get there late, they might not let us into the play.” Laughing nervously, you gave your friend the wide eyes indicating you needed to get the hell out of that bar, now.

“Yeah, you’re right Bee. We gotta get going.” She set her glass down too, “Later boys.” The two of you waved as you walked out right on out of the bar without a second glance and to her car.

When you got inside the safety of her vehicle you sighed pressing yourself back into your seat wishing it would just eat you alive, “That was mortifying Nat.”

She hummed in agreement, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Let me talk to him okay?”

But your groan indicated you did not really agree with her, no, “Nat, just leave it alone. He clearly doesn’t have feelings. He wouldn’t have been so fucking brutal tonight if he did.”

She shook her head while navigating through traffic, “He was just trying to look cool in front of his buddies. You know how men are. Irrational.” She tried leveling with you. You knew the argument was moot anyway, neither of you would give in. Never.

You sighed, “Whatever you say Nat.”

A knock on your front door woke you from the light sleep you’d fallen into while watching football on a lazy Sunday afternoon. You tried ignoring it, but the person kept knocking. Definitely not a delivery driver.

Pulling yourself up from the couch you swung open the door surprised to see the blonde pilot on the other side of the entryway. Your heart starting racing and your mouth suddenly felt very dry.

“Jake, what are you doing here?” Your wide eyes and defensive stance let him know how badly he’d fucked up. All that time he’d spent with you seemed to be flushed down the drain at a stupid half-brained comment he didn’t even really mean.

“I’m here to apologize.” He stepped forward.

“Oh.” You were a little confused. He’d seemed so adamant about he felt not moments ago.

You looked like a deer struck by headlights. Jake nudged your side trying to draw you out of your head, “Can I?” He asked.

“Do what?”

He frowned, “Apologize?” Did Nat put him up to this? Was it some sort of stupid, sick joke?

You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. It felt awkward. So, unlike any other time you’d been with him. This felt forced. Uncomfortable.

“I’m so sorry. I did not mean what I said. You have to believe me Bee. Please.” He went to grab your hand and you let him, he seemed sincere, “I got caught up in the moment. The guys were teasing me before you two got there looking as good as you did. And Jesus, did you look good Y/N. I just wanted them off my back and I took it out on you. And that isn’t right.” He grabbed your chin with his other hand seeing your eyes well up with a fresh set of tears that threatened to spill over.

“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry beautiful. Please. You have to know how highly I think of you. You’re everything and more love. Smarter than any woman or man I’ve met. Quicker than any pilot in the air. Prettier than any girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re it Y/N.” He whispered. That was all it took to in cry even though he asked you not to. This was the Jake you were used to. The Jake back at the bar was more like Hangman, an utter fucking dick. This was Jake. Your favorite sweet boy Jake. The one you’d fallen madly in love with over the years.

See you and Jake met at your first go around at Top Gun years prior. Jake had always had a soft spot for you. Especially after you waxed his ass so flawlessly in the air. It took him months to find a way to beat you. When he did you have him a high five. The competitiveness didn’t matter, your colleague was getting better. That meant better for everybody in the field.

But you were never available. Whether it was your long-term shithead of a boyfriend from college or some random fling the timing just never worked out. Then you were shipped off to the other side of the country and you lost touch.

Jake about lost his mind when he spotted you sitting next to Natasha the night before the first day at the Hard Deck. Rubbed his eyes and all, you just didn’t seem real. When he went up to talk to you he was quite frankly shocked to find you without a rock on your finger. You were a fucking catch, why weren’t you taken? It really confused him when he learned you were single. He was ashamed of the male population. But it meant one thing. Jake could focus on you and only you now. He didn’t need to fuck around with these meaningless one-night stands. He could find meaning with you.

When he wrapped his arms around you it just felt right. Even if you were upset with him you couldn’t help but to melt right into his loving embrace. You just felt so whole. So protected and secure. Like he’d never even let a bad thought cross your mind. But it was never suffocating. It was just right. Everything you needed when you asked. Jake was special and you knew it. You’d never let one little slip up crack the foundation the two of you had so delicately been pouring for the last few years.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled when you pulled away from his chest.

Jake frowned deeply. Using both his hands his pushed your wild hair away from your face, “What are you apologizing for sweetheart?”

You let out a breath trying to regain your normality, “Crying. Messing up your shirt.”

“You have to know I don’t give a damn about that Y/N. Are you okay?” He placed his palm on your cheek wrapping his fingers around your head gently. You nuzzled into him out of habit.

Closing your eyes you nodded towards him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re here.” You admitted softly.

Using his other hand, he pulled you back into his embrace. He brought your head into his chest, “I’m so sorry lovie. You looked so stunning in that dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Payback said I was literally drooling.” He chuckled squeezing you softly.

You were enjoying every second of this sweetness between you and him. You’d learned slowly how he loved, through touch. He needed this as much as you did. As touch adverse as you’d been when you’d met him you’d grown to crave his every touch. Anytime, anywhere you’d let him grab ahold of you. You didn’t care, you wanted it more than anything. It blew your mind how he had changed you so wholly in that regard.

“It’s okay Jake.” You kissed his chest through his clothing. Something so innocent but sent him into a damn frenzy. He’d never had anybody do something quite so… sweet? Intimate? Love on him the way he wanted?

He knew it was officially over for him the moment you did that. Something you’d likely never remember doing but was now officially seared into his brain for forever, not that he was complaining. No, not at all.

“How’d I get so lucky to find somebody like you?”

You shook your head in his embrace, “Shush.”

He smiled knowing how hard it was to give you a damn compliment. Something he was going to work on with you. He knew he needed to do something major to really let you know how he felt, or you’d never believe it. He was tired of waiting. Tired of seeing you slip right through his grasp.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked knowing you’d never expect what was going to come out of his mouth next.

He wasn’t sure if was going to be able to tell you before he melted into a puddle seeing your sweet little doe eyes looking up at him, waiting, “Anything Jake. You know that.”

He tightened his hold around your waist before letting it all out, “You really are the most beautiful woman I know Y/N, inside and out. Fucking stunning. And you… you are so easy to love.” He smiled seeing your gaze on him, soaking in every single word, “What I’m trying to say is, I love you.” His thumb rubbed the skin where your shirt rode up sending shivers throughout your body.

“You what?” Your eyes widened as big as saucers as your voice raised an octave or two, certainly not expecting that confession.

“I love you.” He smiled, the words spilling out of his mouth much more freely than before. It felt fucking freeing to him to admit that to you.

Your eyes darted around his face before landing on his green ones. His beautiful green eyes, “You do?”

His smile could’ve melted you as equally as you seemed to be able to melt him, “I do. Very much so.” You not immediately darting away was a good sign. He could tell it was just taking you some time to process what the hell he’d just dropped into your lap.

“Oh, wow.” Biting your lip, you really tried of something better to say but that’s all that came to your mind.

He continued grinning seeing your brain short circuiting. You were rather expressive with your features, and he could see the confusion rise and fall. Adorable as ever. One of the many reasons he loved you so deeply, “Have I not made it obvious?” He asked, his smirk would’ve knocked you out had you not been clinging to him.

“I…” You paused realizing he had made it rather obvious. He called you lovie for God’s sake. Nat was right you were just blind to it. Not believing Jake could have actual feelings for you. You too had fought them off for years. You wanted him more than ever when you broke up with the douche bag all those years ago. But Jake was at a different stage in his life, or so you thought. He was bringing home random girls while you wanted a steady partner. It seemed incompatible. Had you actually talked though you would’ve learned he was just distracting himself from you. Two fucking idiots.

“Go on.” Jake urged you on, giving your hip a light squeeze.

You laughed softly letting the blush coat your cheeks for him to see. You didn’t have much to hide anyway, “I guess you have. I just haven’t noticed.” Smiling sheepishly, you added, “I am oblivious, you know that.”

He laughed pulling you fully into him, “You are lovie. You really are.” He kissed the crown of your head relishing in the moment. The pure simplicity of the moment made him feel the best he had in quite a long time.

“Jake?” You asked softly. Were you going to admit it to? Did you love him? That was easy, hell yeah you loved him. You’d loved him for a long time too. He showed you what a man was like. How a boyfriend should treat a girl. How to be loved. It was him. It was always going to be him. Your Jake.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He looked down using his free hand to stroke your hair. He didn’t really give a damn if you were going to say it back. You staying with him, letting him hold you was more than enough. It was all he needed.

But you had different plans. You were going to tell him. Had to tell him, “I love you too.”

His eyebrows rose in clear shock, “You do?” This time he was questioning you like he couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth. Certainly not prepared for that.

“I do. A whole lot.” You giggled feeling that same weight releasing off your chest.

He grinned hearing those words and that joyous sound, “Well that calls for one thing then.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

He smirked, eyes darkening just a shade, “May I kiss you love?

You nodded quickly before you could back out, “Please.” A sinful look crossed his face before he grabbed your face in his hands so gently it sent another shiver down your spine.

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circe69 · 1 year

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strawberry’s and strays🍓 | soft! simon x reader

sweet fluff, unmasked! ghost, domestic things🙃return of tofu the cat!! the og’s remember 💕

imagining you throwing a "work party" for the task force and once everyone leaves, you go to the kitchen to find simon washing the dishes. one light was on, a fixture dangling a few inches above his head, and his rough calloused hands were handling your strawberry-covered dishes with care. you took a few steps towards him; almost afraid you'd scare the gentleness away.

"thank you for doing that," you say softly, putting a hand on his bicep and it flexed immediately under your touch. you smiled at the action and dropped your hand slowly. all simon did was nod, and a course "mm" escaped his throat. he barely looked at you, but when he did, his eyes were careful, scanning your soft skin and red velvet-clad body.

you started to walk away, your heels clacking, and said from across the dining room, "are you allergic to cats, simon?" he almost dropped a dish as you said his name but caught it just in time.

"no," he responded, "i like cats." a slight smile grew on his stubbly face, his dirty blonde hair decorating his forehead perfectly.

you smiled back and opened your bedroom, letting out a white fuzzy cat. you picked her up in your arms and walked back over to simon.

"this is tofu, she's really nice i swear," you said as you closed the distance between you and simon. he dried his hands on the hand towel, and it made your mind explode with domestic thoughts for some reason. he carefully pet the cat's back, rubbing up and down it's fur.

"she is nice." simon said with a huge grin, looking you in the eyes as you said it. you couldn't help but lean into the butterflies erupting in your stomach as he spoke, his liquid voice felt as if it was dripping down your spine. you let tofu down to roam in the kitchen, eating whatever food was left on the cold tile.

once simon was done with the dishes, you asked if he wanted to stay and watch a movie, and he couldn't refuse. you led him to your soft beige couch after changing into your pj's and threw a large blanket over the two of you. halfway through the movie that you had to beg him to sit and watch, his arm slipped around your waist, forcing you to lean back onto his shoulder. his fingers carefully grazed your skin, drawing shapes and squiggly lines. you felt his slow, sleepy breath on your neck, and as the movie credits rolled, you looked up to see his eyes closed, lips parted, and quiet snores exiting his mouth. you smiled to yourself, pulled the covers up against him, and let the soft purrs from tofu and simon lull you into a deep sleep.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #modern warfare #ghost imagine #simon riley x you #ghost fluff #circe69scribbles #cod fluff

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Draco Malfoy///Meant to be

Request by @characterxreaderimagine: imagine being a potter and Draco having a huge crush on you but denies it.. and eventually gets jealous when he here's Fred Weasley is going to ask you out which lead him to confess his feelings for you but.. plot twist is that your brother finds out and wanted to break the two of you up but eventually failed to do so and just warned Draco never to hurt his sister.. a few years later he got an invitation to a wedding 💀

Since a baby, Harry could always remember James telling him to look after you and to protect you at any cost.

Ever since the death of them, Harry promised to himself that you would be his first priority. and that he was going to protect you at any cost.

At first it annoyed you because his overprotectiveness also included scaring all of the guys away.

but little does Harry know that a certain guy that goes by his name Draco has a crush on his sister even though he denies it every time he gets asked.

“So what you're trying to tell us is that you don't fantasize about Y/n, not even a little bit?” Pansy raised an eyebrow clearly not believing him.

Draco laughs as he shakes his head. "Of course not, who does?"

“Everyone, I mean who doesn't? She's really gorgeous, right Pansy?” Blaise replied, smirking as she nodded with a smirk too.

Draco stops laughing and he glares at his friends. “Everyone does? Does it include you guys too?”

Gregory chuckles, "You shouldn't care since you said that you don't fantasize about her.”

Draco rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. "So what?, it’s not like Saint Potter is going to let one of you date his sister.”

Pansy shrugs her shoulders. "I don’t know but I heard Fred is going to ask her out and probably Harry might let him since they are friends.”

“What carrot head is going to ask her out?” Draco growls “Over my dead body that I’m going to let that happen, Y/n is my future wife and the mother of my kids.”

"But you said that you didn-."

“Blaise shut up, I know what I said.” Draco interrupts and he looks over at Gregory and Pansy “don’t think about saying it.”

Pansy pulls her hands up, " I wasn't planning to.”

"but you did say it.” Gregory whispers hoping that Draco didn’t hear since Pansy and Blaise started laughing.

"What are you two laughing about?" Draco asked madly, causing Blaise and Pansy to stop laughing and to come up with something to answer him with.

“A Joke that someone told us I would tell you but I forgot about it after the scare you gave us.” Pansy replies

Draco chuckles, "a bunch of scary cats that I have as friends getting scared over anything.”

"says the one that's scared to ask Y/n out just because he's scared of her brother.” Gregory mumbles quietly but this time Draco heard him

He pushes Gregory causing him to fall down on the ground “I’m not scared of him or anything and you know it really well Gregory.”

“Then prove it by asking her out if you don’t then you are:”

“Of course!!! I am going to do it because I love her and don’t want her to be with carrot head, not because you're asking me to do it.”

“It’s going to be amazing to watch. Hopefully Draco doesn't have his ass beaten.” Blaise said as they watch him leave

“Freddie, are you sure that you want to ask Y/n out? Are you not afraid of Harry? And what he's gonna do?” Ron asked

He smiles, “He won't dare to hurt me because you're his best friend, and I know that you would not permit him to do so if that were to occur.”

“That’s the thing, I'm his best friend but Y/n is his sister. What kind brother do you think Harry is?” Ron looked at his brother hoping that he remembers how overprotective Harry is.

“Yeah that you’re right I just like Y/n really much and didn’t think about that.”

Ron chuckles, “I comprehend you have her in your mind and heart that you almost forgot that you were choosing death over living.”

Ron and Fred started laughing with one another, but they stopped when they saw you and Draco leave together.

Ron looked at his brother, who was frowning, and asked, “Are you all right?” Fred, on the other hand, took no notice of Ron, choosing instead to follow behind Draco and you.

Draco and you went to the courtyard since he told you that he wanted to talk to you in private

“So what is it!?” You asked

Fidgeting with his hands and avoiding your gaze, he seemed to be nervous. Finally, he uttered, “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

His sudden boldness made you feel taken aback and you couldn't help but smile. "Of course!!!”

A smile spread across Draco's face, but it soon faded when he saw Fred walking towards him and you. “It's carrot head.”

You looked around to see what had caught his attention and saw Fred advancing with a mischievous smirk on his face. You couldn't resist laughing at the sight. Fred was well-known for his pranks and jokes, and it was obvious that he had a plan.

"Hey, guys.” Fred winked at you. “What are you guys talking about?”

Draco intervened before you could respond. “I asked Y/n to be my girlfriend and she agreed.” Draco's demeanor became slightly defensive, causing you to look at him with shock.

Fred raised an eyebrow in anger, but quickly recovered. "Harry will know about this.”

You gazed at Draco with a puzzled look. “What motivated you to tell him that? Mostly it was a lie.”

Draco's expression was serious as he grasped your hands to kiss them. "I have a fondness for you and I don't wish to lose you to carrot head."

“But I don’t like him.” You told him.

“But he likes you.” He tells you back “so do you like somebody?”

"I have feelings for you too, Draco.” He was filled with excitement after hearing your confession.

You spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, with him and by the time you said goodbye. Harry waited for you in the common with his arms crossed and an angry expression.

“Is what Fred told me about Draco and you dating accurate?”Harry asked with anger

“So what if it is?” You replied

“I forbid you from seeing him and I want you to break up with him.” Harry said before leaving

Dating Draco Malfoy, of all people, was not a good idea for him. He prohibited you from seeing Draco again, but you couldn't stand to think about hurting him. Draco and you are still keeping your relationship secret.

Unfortunately, Harry did find out and confronted you both. He tried a lot of different ways to end things, but he finally gave up when he saw how happy you were with Draco. He warned him not to hurt you because it would make him regret it.

Harry got an invitation to a wedding shortly afterwards. Upon opening it, he came to the realization that it was from his now-brother-in-law, who was inviting him to the wedding. Harry was grateful that they had found a way to come together as a family even after a bumpy start and couldn't help but smile. As he stood at the dancing floor and watched you have your wedding dance with Draco.

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thewidowsghost · 6 months

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Lovestruck (Lena Luthor x Fem!Danvers!Reader)

@sashawalker2 asked:

I'd like to request this. Fem Reader X Lena Luthor Prompt: “You are my best friend” Idea: Reader is Lena Luthor's best friend. A sweet fluffy fic. Imagine the two going off on holiday and just being very sweet to each other.

"It's so cute that you're going on vacation with Lena," Alex comments, nudging her sister with a shoulder.

(Y/n) looks up from the new suit she was making for Kara – stitching the new emblem into the fabric.

"Of course, Lena and I do everything together. She's my best friend," (Y/n) replies.

"You're so oblivious," Alex replies, (Y/n) going back to her stitchwork.

"What?" (Y/n) replies, distractedly.

"Oblivious," Alex says.

"About what?" (Y/n) asks, looking up at her sister.

"Lena likes you," Alex says.

"Haha," (Y/n) turns back to her work again. "You're funny Alex, she's just my friend."

. . .

"I'm so glad you've decided to join me on holiday," Lena says, her and (Y/n) settling down on their shared couch in their shared apartment. Lena props her head up with her hand as she gazes at (Y/n), her ginger cat, Apollo, sleeping in her lap.

(Y/n) takes a sip from her glass of water. "It'll be fun," she smiles warmly.

(Y/n)'s puppy, a golden retriever named Cosmo, bounds over to the couch. Both (Y/n) and Cosmo look at Lena, pulling off very similar puppy-dog eyes.

Lena's expression softens as she meets (Y/n)'s gaze. "Fine," Lena finally gives in.

"Up, Cosmo," (Y/n) calls the dog up onto the couch.

Cosmo jumps up onto the couch, lying his head in Lena's lap.

"I still can't believe I let you get a dog in our apartment," Lena strokes Cosmo's ears.

"He's our dog," (Y/n) replies, allowing her head to tilt slightly, something that Lena finds very cute. "And you already had a cat before I even moved in."

"Hey, would you mind –" Lena begins.

"I gotcha," (Y/n) replies. She pats Cosmo's back, and gets off the couch.

This was a common occurrence in the household – Cosmo would beg to be let onto the couch, Lena would complain affectionately about Cosmo wanting to get on the couch, Lena would let Cosmo up, the dog would rest his head on Lena's knee, and then Lena would request a glass of wine.

"Cabernet?" (Y/n) asks and Lena grins slightly.

"You know me so well," Lena replies.

(Y/n) moves to the kitchen, reaches into the wine cabinet, and pulls out a bottle of Cabernet. "This one?" (Y/n) asks, lifting the bottle high enough for Lena to see.

"The other one," Lena replies.

(Y/n) hums grabbing the other bottle and pouring a glass, bringing it over to Lena.

. . .

Soft snores escape (Y/n)'s slightly open mouth.

"So oblivious," Lena mutters, running her fingers through (Y/n)'s hair.

Cosmo lifts his head from his place in (Y/n)'s lap, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth.

"I think you know it too, boy," Lena reaches over and scratches behind the retriever's ears.

. . .

(Y/n) stumbles sleepily down the hall, yawning as she heads towards the coffee maker.

"Already made," Lena appears at (Y/n)'s shoulder holding a mug of coffee, and (Y/n) jumps.

(Y/n) takes the mug from Lena, and sips from the coffee. (Y/n) makes a murmur of contentment, taking another sip of the coffee. "It's perfect," (Y/n) says. "How'd you know –"

"I like you!" Lena blurts out, and (Y/n) stops, her eyes widening.

"What?" (Y/n) asks. "I thought Alex was joking."

"Excuse me," Lena looks confused.

"I was working on Kara's suit, and she said something about you liking me," (Y/n)'s cheeks begin to feel hot. "I thought she was just messing with me."

"I do like you! A lot!" Lena says. "You just never seemed to notice."

There is a silence before Lena looks up at (Y/n), watching her cheeks darken.

"I, uh, like you too," (Y/n) says softly. "And like," she scrambles for the words, "not just in a friend way."

Lena lets out a laugh of relief.

"So," (Y/n) looks up from her mug of coffee. "What do we do now? I've never done this before."

Lena snorts with amusement. "I think we go on our vacation, and have fun. And then we come back and tell our friends."

"Tell them what?" (Y/n) asks cluelessly.

Lena lets out a 'pfft' noise and just shakes her head fondly. "Nothing you should worry your cute little head about," Lena replies. "Now, let's go. We're going to be late."

"Isn't it your private jet?" (Y/n) says.

Lena just holds back her chuckle as Apollo follows her down the hall to her bedroom.

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this is super random thought that i had about Bucky, i shared it to people before but never put on asks/requests... so could you write something like this?

Imagine you getting a new roommate. Or should I say roommates because you did not expect Bucky would move in with certain adorable fluffball named Alpine. You don't mind though, you always wanted a pet but never had the chance to adopt any. And having Alpine around feels like she's your pet as well.

Your relationship with Bucky wasn't the best or the worst. It was neutral. Mostly because Bucky himself was quite reserved. He is either not at home (possibly in some sort of mission with Sam) or he's curling up with Alpine somewhere within the shared apartment. But that don't mean that y'all are not secretly pining for each other ;)

One day, you came back home from work to see Bucky pacing around anxiously. Turns out Alpine was missing, he can't find her anywhere. So they decided to went out to search for her.

You found Alpine first, she was being chased by an unleashed dog. Your poor baby was running for her life. Not thinking twice, you try to catch up with her and scoop her up to your chest before stumbling on the ground. You ended up hovering over the cat, protecting her from the feral dog. Indirectly getting yourself bitten/scratched on your shoulders, your back, any spot that was exposed to the dog. You were bleeding due to the unrestrained strength from the dog's attacks, but you mind was more concern of the cat in your arms.

When Bucky saw this. How you were literally sacrificing your body for Alpine; well he almost went full winter soldier mode. Like... no one touches "his girls". No one. But he managed to hold it back (cause we don't want to hurt the doggo) and of course, saves the day.

And the next following days were just how Bucky clings to you and do every little thing for you so you don't have to lift a finger when he's around.

You pull out your mug, he would take it from you and get your coffee done before you could stop him. You open the cabinet door in the storage room, he'd take the vaccum out before you could reach out to it. He made sure that your breakfast, lunch and dinner was on the dot; of course he was the chef of all the amazing dishes served to you.

It was nice and all at first but its not like you were paralyzed or something. And its been nearly 2 weeks. Your wounds were almost healed. You wanted to do something at least but apparently Bucky thinks that you needed rest.

So you kinda raised your tone, "i can't even make grab myself snack from the kitchen now? Whats next, Bucky? You'll bathe me? Or better yet you'll help me to get off? Cause god forbid I can't even turn on a fucking vibrator because I'm 'severely injured ' "

You were spouting all the things that you thought he wouldn't have the guts to do, just to make him stop doing literally everything for you. But turns out he was more than willing to do exactly what you just proposed.

Maybe he don't even need to use the vibrator. Maybe his fingers were enough, or his mouth, or his cock.

This is how I imagined it in my head, but feel free to write in your own way though! Have a nice day, love ♡

Girl look at that request 💀 you’re insane

Here you go!! <3

(I most definitely did not do your request justice im so sorry)

Let Me Do It Myself

It had been nearly two weeks since you saved Alpine from the unleashed dog, and Bucky had been hovering over you ever since. At first, it was nice to have someone taking care of you, but now it was starting to feel suffocating.

You were sitting on the couch, trying to work on your laptop, but Bucky kept interrupting you. Every time you tried to do something, he would jump up and do it for you. It was driving you crazy.

"Bucky, please," you said, exasperated. "I can get my own glass of water."

"I just want to help," he replied, looking at you with concern.

"I know, and I appreciate it, but I need to do things for myself. I'm not helpless."

Bucky looked at you for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay, I understand. But if you need anything, just ask."

You nodded, relieved that he seemed to be getting the message. But over the next few days, he continued to hover, always ready to jump up and do things for you. You were starting to feel like a burden.

One evening, you were making yourself a sandwich when Bucky walked into the kitchen.

"Let me do that," he said, reaching for the knife.

"No, Bucky," you said firmly. "I can make my own sandwich."

"I just want to help," he repeated.

"I know, but I need to do things for myself. I need to feel like I'm not completely helpless."

Bucky looked at you for a moment, then sighed. "Okay, I understand. But please be careful."

You rolled your eyes. "I will."

As the days passed, you tried to assert your independence, but it seemed like every time you did, Bucky was there to pick up the slack. You were starting to get frustrated.

Then, one day, you snapped.

"I can't even make grab myself snack from the kitchen now?" you said, your voice rising. "What's next, Bucky? You'll bathe me? Or better yet, you'll help me to get off? Because God forbid I can't even turn on a fucking stove because I'm 'severely injured.'"

Bucky looked at you, his expression unreadable. "Is that what you really think of me?"

The passion between them was palpable, the tension wrapping around them tight like a cord in the small bedroom. The thundering rain outside its windows provided the perfect background music for their highly charged moment.  Bucky Barnes had just crossed a line, pushing his luck with pushing the boundaries of her patience, and now he was paying the price. She was angry and she had every right to be.   'You always do this,' she said, her voice tight with frustration. 'You always think that you know what's better for me than I know for myself.'  'No, I just,' he stumbled over his words, her anger turning him on. 'I don't want you to get hurt.'  She huffed in response, pushing his chest away from her and not even trying to hide her scowl. He stepped back and let his hands slide off of her body, feeling the loss of her warmth instantly.  She knew that her frustration was only turning him on more, which only made her angrier. She wanted to take control of the situation.  ' You don't get to make decisions for me, Bucky,' she said, her voice softer this time around, though still firm with her assertion.  He swallowed, his throat actually running dry, his body responding in a way that only she could make it. He stepped closer to her, his hands sliding around her waist before he pulled her into him.   She expected him to say something in response, not to take her in his arms and bring his lips down upon hers.  Their mouths moved together as if they had done this a million times, each stroke and caress of their lips only making them hungrier for more. His fingers ran up her back, squeezing her closer and further teasing her already sensitised skin.  The taste of him consumed her, making her forget why she was even angry with him in the first place. He let out a groan of satisfaction as her hands ran through his hair, both trying to deepen the kiss.  Finally when they did pull apart, both of them breathing heavily, their eyes connected, neither wanting to break the contact.  He leaned down again, his lips running down her neck, her moan vibrating through his body as he left a trail of gentle kisses. She arched into him as his tongue ran over her collarbone, his hands exploring her body as he moved lower.   He groaned when his fingers touched her between her thighs and her body instantly reacted, pressing against him, desperate to feel the pleasure his hands were giving her.  He pulled back and looked at her, their eyes still connected as each of them tried to take the other in. His face was filled with admiration and appreciation as he said, 'You're so beautiful.'  He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her again as he lowered her onto the bed, his body following hers as her hips moved against his. For a moment, he paused, his lips still connected to hers, a question in his eyes, asking for her permission.   Her eyes answered for her when she let out a soft moan, pushing herself against him even more, pressing his body into hers.   He responded by pushing himself in, their bodies melting together as he started to move, his hips moments surging upward with each thrust. His hands still moved around her body, both bracing for the intensity of the pleasure, and caressing her soft curves, taking in the sensation of her body against his.  'God, you feel so good,' he said, his words barely audible over her moans of pleasure.  The intensity built as they moved together, each of them finding their release moments later, Bucky burying his face into her neck and calling out her name as his orgasm swept over them.  They laid there, their bodies still connected, until finally Bucky rolled off of her and laid on his back next to her.   He reached over and gently brushed her hair away from her face, a satisfied smile gracing his face. He paused for a moment, just taking her in, before finally speaking.  'I'm sorry for trying to make decisions for you,' he said softly, regret laced into his voice. 'I just want to take care of you and make sure that nothing ever hurts you. I love you.'  “I love you so much, Bucky.”

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Cupcakes

Maybe this will be a thing. Or maybe not. Either way, I've got the Pedro brain rot.

Joel Miller/female reader One shot - 1.1k words - AO3 Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of blood, violence, gore. Joel is bad at feelings. Descriptions of explicit sex. Joel doesn't understand you.

He doesn’t understand you. You smile. With your mouth, your pink lips curling above a deep scar on your chin.

“It’s my trophy.” You told him one night. “I got it from a crazy fucker who had a barn fulla clickers.” He’s not sure why any person would be penning up a bunch of those things, but you did say he was crazy. “Killed him though. Was one of my first ones.” He watches your face go dark with the memory, and he tries to imagine what you were like before all this. Soft, sweet. Probably someone’s wife. Maybe you stayed at home. Made dinner, made breakfast. Maybe you were the type that made cupcakes, real ones from scratch, with sweet spun sugar icing. Maybe you took care of someone.

He doesn’t understand the way you think. You’re always telling him to take it slow, take it easy, take his time. He can’t. He doesn’t know how. He has to move fast, quick, easy on his feet. He cannot slow down. You have no problem making pace, but it doesn’t keep you from voicing your opinion.

“You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack. Don’t the doctors usually start old men on baby aspirin at your age?” He’s not that old, for christ’s sake. He’s not even forty-five yet, he thinks. When you laugh at your own jab, it feels like he’s been punched in the stomach.

He doesn’t understand the way you fight. You creep around like a god damn cat, brandishing a knife in your hand, another two slipped in your boots. You liked surprise, and you hated guns. The first time he had watched you put a blade in someone’s clavicle, he thought he was going to be sick. He didn’t like you having to get so close, no matter how many times you tried to assure him you were fine. And he hates how his head spins when he watches you put that same knife in the side of a clicker’s head, twisting it for good measure, before you’re shoving off of them and bashing their skull in.

“Can’t aim worth a shit.” You complained the day he took you out for practice. You couldn’t hit a single bottle, and he couldn’t fight the grimace that graced his face. When you saw it, your cheeks turned a different color, and guilt burned inside him.

He doesn’t understand why you’re so fucking stubborn. Why you don’t listen when he tells you to do something, when you blatantly ignore him when he tells you not to follow the crying little kid that’s begging for help.

“It’s not like it was life or death.” He turned on you so fast he watched your eyes go wide, his arms pulling your shoulders towards his chest. “It is life or death!” He had yelled. You had run into that building without a care after that kid, and he could hardly keep up. Turns out, the kid’s mom was already infected, and he didn’t understand. He was only five. You covered his eyes while Joel put her down. You had carried him all the way back to camp, even after Joel had offered to take him, arms wrapped tight around his back as he cried. So stubborn. But you let Joel hold you that night, for the first time. In the dark, your hand running up and down his spine, your whispered words repeating over and over. “I’m fine. I’m fine, Joel.”

He doesn’t understand your feelings. The way they shift from one day to the next. He doesn’t like how it feels when he catches you crying, drop of tears webbed in your pillowy lashes.

“What is it?” the words are gruff, and he wishes he was softer for a split second. You sniffle and shake your head. “It’s my dad’s birthday. Or would’ve been.” He gets it, he does. But he doesn’t know how to show you, so he just sits down on the step, his shoulder against yours. You wrap your hand around his knee after you’ve dried your tears, and he holds his breath while you turn your tear-stained face up towards him. “Thanks, Joel.” His name on your lips makes his blood sing.

He doesn’t understand the way you talk to people either. The way you make everyone feel like they’re some ray of sunshine in your life. Like they matter to you. You give everyone your smile, and your eyes, and your touch. You rub Rita on her back when she throws up every second week of the month, like clockwork. You braid the Marshall girl’s hair when her mom isn’t around to do it. You try to arm wrestle John when you both get a free moment, and he can hear your laugh clear across the yard when he lets you win.

“He gets a kick out of it.” You tell him one night. “Makes him feel good. Shitty world we live in, you know?”

He knows.

He wants to make you feel good.

He hasn’t had a woman under him in years. He’s all rough sandpaper, and he can’t imagine that scraping against your porcelain skin. But, that doesn’t stop him from thinking about it. He dreams about bending you back on one of those shitty mattresses, your skin rippling in goosebumps under the tips of his fingers. He imagines the way your mouth tastes, how your hand would feel wrapped around his cock. He thinks about how you’d sound, with his mouth on your cunt, his tongue licking up inside you, pulling an orgasm through your gritted teeth. He’d hold your hip in one hand and fuck his fingers into you with the other, feeling the way the walls of your cunt clenched down around him. He thinks about how he’d push your hips down onto his cock, your back arched in his arms, your mouth pressing into his shoulder as you moan. “Joel.” you’d whine, tongue darting out to lick your lips, hand gripping his forearm. “Fuck, Joel. Please.” He’d bite the skin of your neck, bringing it between his teeth, pulling the blood to the surface to brand you. You’d be his.

These things he wants, they’re just a fantasy. A gentle dream, like the memory of the world before. He knows that, he does. But it doesn’t stop him from wanting. From watching you when you’re on guard, hips swaying with every step you take. Doesn’t stop him from taking himself in his hand when he thinks about the curve of your waist, the prominent dips in your hips, the soft crease where your thigh bends when you sit, legs folded against each other. He wants to pin you beneath him until you’re shaking, wants to hold you to his chest while you sleep. He wants the sweet, soft spun sugar that melts in his mouth, the feeling of you in his arms. He wants the cupcakes, the real ones.

He wants it all. But it’s only a fantasy.

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