#why was i so confident i could pull this off????

[creamcut]

18+ . . . domming the most popular guy on campus ^_^

people never quite understood you. 

a "weird girl," they called you — quiet, withdrawn, someone who didn’t fit into their neatly packaged little worlds. but what baffled them more than your oddities was the fact that he was with you. the most sought-after man, someone who could have anyone he wanted, yet he trailed behind you like a lost puppy. the whispers, the stares, the judgment — you could feel them everywhere, gnawing at your back as you walked hand-in-hand with him, like you didn’t belong.

“what does she have on him?”

“he’s probably dating her for a dare.”

“god, she’s so strange, why would he be with her?”

you heard it all, and so did he. but while you brushed it off, your presence sent him spiraling into need. it wasn't what they thought — you had the upper hand here. and he knew it too well.

you caught him staring again, his eyes glued to you, his lips parted like he was about to say something, but didn’t. just the sight of you standing there, minding your own business, was enough to make him lose his composure. his reputation as the confident, cocky guy who could charm anyone disappeared the moment he was alone with you. because when it came to you, he was nothing more than a whiney, needy mess. he tugged on your sleeve, his voice already trembling. “can we go? please?”

you shot him a lazy glance, raising an eyebrow as if you didn’t already know what he wanted. “go where?” you teased, feigning ignorance. his lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers twitching as they brushed your arm, but he didn’t meet your eyes. “you know where,” he mumbled, voice low, practically choking on his own need.

you smiled, but it wasn’t the soft kind. no, it was the kind that made him squirm. he was the one with the power, the money, the looks — but when it came to you? it was like he couldn’t even think straight. “what’s wrong?” you asked, voice soft but teasing. you took a step closer, and his breath hitched, his eyes darting to the ground as if that could hide the pink dusting his cheeks.

you heard the whispers behind you again — the mocking laughter, the mean-spirited comments. they thought you were a nobody. to them, you were the odd one out. but they didn’t see how his entire demeanor crumbled in your presence, how the proud, arrogant man they knew became this — a whining, desperate mess, practically begging for your attention.

“can’t we just go home?” his voice cracked, and you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. “why?” you asked, feigning innocence again. your fingers trailed up his arm, watching as he sucked in a shaky breath, his lips parting just slightly. “don’t you like these gatherings?”

his gaze finally met yours, eyes wide, pupils blown, desperation written all over his face. “it’s… i… you know i can’t focus when you’re around like this,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a whine that made you want to laugh. how could someone like him get so worked up over someone like you?

but you knew why. it was because he was pussy drunk — so drunk off you, off the way you held his attention without even trying. the neediness in his voice, the way he fidgeted under your gaze, it was all because he couldn’t control himself around you. “is that my problem?” you asked, your voice dripping with amusement, as you leaned in closer, brushing your lips lightly against his ear. “or yours?”

he let out a shaky breath, his hand gripping your wrist like he couldn’t stand it anymore. “please… please, i need you.” his voice was barely a whisper now, just a shaky breath against your skin. the confidence he showed everyone else was gone, replaced by this vulnerable, desperate version of himself that only you ever saw. and god, you loved it.

you could hear the wet sound of his lips parting as he kissed your neck, his hands shaking as they gripped your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between you. “can’t we just leave? i need… i can’t think straight,” he begged, his breath hot against your skin.

and you knew why. it wasn’t because he was embarrassed of you, like people assumed — no, it was because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. he couldn’t stop picturing your sweet, slick pussy, couldn’t stop imagining how you tasted, how you felt. he needed you, and he needed you now. but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. not when he was like this — so damn whiney, so desperate, so willing to give in to whatever you wanted.

“you’re such a mess,” you said softly, running your fingers through his hair as he buried his face in your neck, groaning at the contact. he let out a soft whimper, one that made your stomach flip with satisfaction. “please,” he begged, his voice so small, so needy. “just let me—”

you could feel the way his fingers tightened around you, the way his breath became ragged as his mouth brushed your collarbone, leaving hot, wet kisses in its wake. “can’t — can’t control myself,” he mumbled between kisses, his voice strained. “you’re driving me insane.”

the sound of his desperation was music to your ears, the way his lips made those soft, wet noises as he pressed them against your skin, the little whimpers and groans escaping him as he lost himself in the moment. he was barely holding it together, practically trembling with need, and you loved watching him like this — knowing that you were the reason he was falling apart.

“what’s the matter, baby?” you cooed, running your hand through his hair again, watching as he looked up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. “can’t handle it?” he shook his head, his breath shaky as his fingers trailed lower, grazing the waistband of your pants. “n-no — can’t handle it,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “need you.”

and god, the sound of him begging was everything. they thought he was some untouchable, cocky man, but here he was, completely undone because of you. no one would believe it if they saw — the same man who commanded rooms and left people hanging on his every word was now on his knees, hands shaking, lips wet, and voice trembling, all because he couldn’t get enough of your touch.

“you’re such a good boy,” you whispered, letting him kiss your skin, loving the way his lips trailed down your stomach, leaving a hot, wet trail. his mouth hovered over your pussy, and he whimpered again, his lips parting as if he could taste you already.

and you? you’d let him have it. because you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

[narcjsistx]

rin itoshi was born to wait, but especially for you

You were never the best in your crosscountry classes back in high school — your coach always complained about your slowness and lack of motivation. The way you’re running now, though, makes you certain that all you needed back then was a reason to do it — a reason to need to hurry

You don’t care that your clothes are soaked, that your hair you carefully washed this morning are now damp and ruined. You don’t even care about losing your job. You’re running with the awareness that you probably won’t even find him at home — already on a plane to Paris. That’s exactly why you’re running — because your only reason makes you hope he’s still in his apartment. You’re running because you know that if you don’t do it now, you’ll lose the chance of your life

You arrive at his apartment complex without even greeting the receptionist — the one who’s kept you company over the past few months while you waited for Rin to come back from the gym or his trips. You take the stairs without thinking, without even worrying about falling, just with a lot of anxiety. Your sister’s words are still running through your mind — so much so that you almost forgot she just found out she’s been cheated on by her almost-husband. As sorry as you are for her, you can’t let your first love slip away

“Why did it happen? What did I do wrong?”

“You did nothing. It’s him who… who couldn’t wait for you. Couldn’t understand that you didn’t want to rush things…”

“Then why is he waiting for you?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Rin Itoshi”

Waiting isn’t the right word to describe what Rin has done over the past 18 years. What he did was give you your time, set his rhythm alongside yours, and breathe at your pace. He never rushed you to understand something he had always known — at least until two weeks ago. The night before he told you he had received an offer for intensive training at a center in Paris, training that would probably keep him away from home for a year. The next morning, at your workplace, he finally voiced what he had kept inside for years

“I’ve loved you for basically forever. I don’t want to pressure you, but I need an answer before I leave”

The news had made you pull away a little — the thought of your best friend being in love with you all this time made you a bit anxious. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t say anything, that maybe you’d call him once he was already in France. But after tonight, something shifted inside you. You knock frantically on his door, even though you know it’s the middle of the night and it’s raining like Japan hasn’t seen water in months. You’re not in the best condition, but you don’t care

The door opens, and you let out a breath of relief without even realizing it. The sight of a sleepy, slightly disoriented Rin feels like a breath of fresh air — and it’s as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. You see his eyes widen in surprise, his mouth parting slightly

“What?-“

“I’ve loved you for basically forever. But I’ve been so used to seeing you as a shoulder to cry on that admitting I also wanted to fall asleep there made me a bit of an asshole”

Rin Itoshi — the champion of the most expressionless, lukewarm reactions ever — actually looks genuinely surprised. You see his eyes widen as he shakes his head “What?” he says confused, and you give him an awkward smile “I know, Rin. I know. I don’t even know how to explain it to you. It’s all really new to me, but…” you say, looking down

You think about all the moments you’ve shared — about how he’s always adjusted himself just to live alongside your presence. You think about how many times you’ve hugged, confided in each other, loved each other from a distance, but in different ways. You think about all the time you took from his main passion — time he never once held against you. You think about how Rin waited for something you could never promise him with absolute certainty — and yet, he still chose to chase after it. He chose to run after you even when you didn’t know you were the reason — the very force that’s brought you here now. Rin has always seen you as a reason, not a forced goal

“I know what my answer to your question is, even if it took me some time. I… I feel the same way about you. I don’t want to keep waiting for someone who has spent 18 years silently for me” you say, trembling as you try to take his hands. When you look up, the boy’s face looks at you like only someone who has waited for years knows how to — with a new light, a new hope, a new kind of affection. Maybe even a new kind of love

“I know you have a long flight tomorrow morning and that you should be sleeping, so goodnight and see you-“ you start to say quickly, trying to brush off the strange feeling of embarrassment building in your stomach. Before you can even realize it, two arms wrap around you, holding you tight as if this time he’s not afraid you’ll make his wait eternal “You’ve always been stupid. Extremely stupid” he says, but his tone and his embrace betray his words

For the first time in two weeks of tension, your muscles finally relax. You let out a breath of relief, holding him close as you allow yourself to be wrapped in the calm that has, thankfully, settled between you. Rin hesitates for a moment, then presses a kiss to your hair before pulling you back into his arms

Even now, with the certainty that his waiting has been rewarded, he doesn’t want to push you into the sudden discomfort of rushing things — like kissing you

✶ beautiful dividers by @uzmacchiato !!

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[beentainted]

pairing: clark kent x reader

warnings: me reaching a different level of horny; reader reading superman fanfiction (she's just like us); obviously very suggestive; foul language.

note: had this vision on my way back home from work today after spotting a superman poster through the bus window. haven't written anything in a while, so let me know what you think!

Clark Kent was the epitome of the golden retriever boyfriend. Still blushed everytime you complimented him, even though you've been dating for quite a while now. Eyes would light up like a Christmas tree when you'd tell him the three magic words. If he ever saw you crying, he'd start crying too. Almost came in his pants the first time you made out on his couch.

In resume, you could consider yourself lucky you managed to pull the most gentle, thoughful man to ever step foot on earth. You absolutely did—and oh, how you loved him.

It's just that... he treated you like you were made of glass. Like you would turn around and run away screaming if he ever showed the faintest lack of control around you.

And sometimes, you wish he didn't.

More specifically, you had grown fascinated about the fact Clark Kent and his alter-ego seemed to be two completely different men. You almost laughed in his face when he told you he was, infact, the Superman, if it weren't for the dead serious expression on his face.

You had witnessed the switch with your bare eyes in some rare occasions. The way his spine would straighten, making him somehow look even bigger than he already was. The way pure confidence would suddenly creep across his face. The way his eyes would gain that dark, intense glint in them.

You were obsessed with it. You were obsessed with him. So that's why you couldn't say you were anything but... thrilled when you came across some interesting content while scrolling through some social media platform on a random tuesday.

You could not believe your eyes. You could not believe you had just casually stumbled into the most sinful, absolutely toe curling Superman fanfiction, of all things. It was shocking how you could find anything on the internet these days, really.

Clark, on the other hand, wasn't the type of guy to look through your phone without your consent. He wasn't the type of guy to ever look through your phone, period. But that night, when you just looked so invested in whatever you were reading on your phone before bed, and when you left it unlocked on the bed for a quick trip to the bathroom, the screen glimmering in the dim lit room, pratically begging him to look... it's safe to say he did, infact, look.

Which was what got you in our current situation. Sprayed on the bed and trying to hang on to dear life as you legs spread wide to accomodate your boyfriend's 6'4 frame, his weight pressing you down against the mattress, arms possessively caging each sides of your body while his lips explored every inch of skin they could reach around the area of your neck.

"You wanted Superman to fuck you, baby? You could have just asked." He mumbled against your skin, teeth pulling on your earlobe, then realeasing it just to graze against the side of your neck again. And oh God, you almost moaned right then and there. "C'mon, I wanna hear you say it. I know you can do it."

He was clearly overestimating your ability to even form a single coherent thought when you could already feel him pressed against your core. Warm and hard and huge. God, you would never get used to how big he was. You could pratically feel your mouth watering just from feeling the outline of his cock.

Your hips seemed to gain life of their own, trying to lift off the bed and pathetically wriggling around to seek any kind of friction. "Clark, I—"

"I don't think that's right, doll," He cut you off. It was getting so much harder to breathe. "Try again."

You almost whined out of frustation. He sounded so different. Confident, unwavering, dangerous. Your hands pulled at the curls of his hair like some kind of punishment for the torment he was putting you through, nails eventually diging into his scalp when he purposefully pressed his hips harder against you.

You needed him. You needed him bad. You couldn't go on like this, not when you could pratically feel yourself dripping inside your panties, not when Clark was humming against the flesh of your throat, wordlessly encouraging you, daring you to say what you know he's been dying to hear...

So you gathered every ounce of confidence left in your poor, trembling body, hooked a leg around his hip to press him impossibly closer to you, aligned your lips the closest you could reach to his ear, and half-whispered, half-moaned: "Please just fuck me stupid, Superman."

Clark growled. Like, actually growled. Like some complete, unrestrained animal. You barely had any time to register it before he tore your—his—shirt in half and threw it across the room, leaving you wearing only your panties. You squealed in surprise, goosebumps instantly rising on your skin as the cool air hit your bare torso.

You were still giggling when he pullled you to the end of the bed by your ankles, the widest, most mischievious grin you've ever seen plastered on his face—dimples—and already dropping to his knees between your legs.

[belli5]

Selfish .ᐟ ೀWS²

╰ Synopsis Y/n’s sister brings Will to family vocation, and Y/n knew she shouldn’t like Will but she couldn’t help it.

tags/contains Will Smith x younger!reader. Fluff, Angst maybe a little, younger reader, this is not cheating(not really), Will switching to the better sister, Will is dating you sister at start, bratty Y/n except to Will, Y/n being kinda insecure, use of y/n, Olivia is 22.

➺ from Sera, to you📨. lmk if yall want part two.

masterlist ᥫ᭡ please reblog this fic if you enjoyed it! Please do NOT rewrite/repost my work anywhere else without permission!

You were lying on your stomach on the living room couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone when your sister Olivia’s voice drifted in from the kitchen.

“Will? Are you free in July?”

You perked up slightly at the mention of his name, glancing over your shoulder. Olivia was on FaceTime, perched on the kitchen stool with a glass of wine and her legs crossed like she was hosting a late night talk show. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your phone, but your ears stayed tuned in.

Will’s voice came through the speaker, a little fuzzy with connection but warm and upbeat. “July? Depends, what’s up?”

“We’re doing the family vacation. Lake Tahoe this year. Mom already booked the cabin, thought it might be fun if you came.”

You blinked. Will? On family vacation?

“Wait.. with your whole family?” he asked, a laugh in his voice.

“Mmhmm,” Olivia hummed, smiling into the screen. “My parents, my little brother, and—” her eyes flicked toward you, “—Y/n’s coming too, obviously.”

You froze, pretending you weren’t listening. Will hesitated again. “I mean, yeah.. that could be cool.”

“My parents will love you,” Olivia said confidently. “My dad’s chill, and they both like hockey, and Y/n… well, she’s a brat, but she’ll survive.”

You let out a small scoff, not loud enough to be heard. Thanks, Liv..

There was a pause before Will answered. “Alright, I’m in.”

You could practically hear him grinning.

Later that night, you were half asleep on the couch when Olivia came back into the living room. She nudged your leg with her foot until you groaned and sat up.

“What?”

“I need you to not be weird when Will comes with us.”

You blinked blearily. “Why would I be weird?”

Olivia flopped next to you, pulling the blanket onto her lap. “You just get.. I don’t know, moody around people.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not moody, you’re just obnoxious.”

She grinned. “See? This is what I mean.”

You threw a pillow at her, but she dodged it easily.

“Just be normal. Mom and Dad are going to be judging him the whole time, and I want this to go well.”

You muttered something under your breath and Olivia turned her attention to her phone, already texting Will again probably.

Two weeks later, the Tahoe cabin was full of chatter, your parents were outside setting up lawn chairs by the lake, your younger brother was chasing mosquitoes and Olivia had just pulled up with Will in his car.

He was taller than you expected in person. All arms and legs and that hockey player casualness, loose redbull t-shirt, backwards cap, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He said something that made Olivia laugh and you rolled your eyes before turning back toward the lake.

You weren’t sure why you felt so off.

When Olivia called out, “Y/n! Come help with bags!” you sighed and turned back toward the driveway.

Will turned as you approached. His eyes met yours for the first time, and something flickered in his expression: confusion, recognition maybe.

“You must be Y/n,” he said with a half smile.

You raised a brow. “Mhm..”

You grabbed one of Olivia’s overpacked bags and started walking toward the house. He caught up, falling into step beside you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said after a second. “Liv talks about you all the time.”

“Does she also mention how she steals the good room every year?”

He grinned. “She said you were funny.”

“She probably meant annoying..”

He tilted his head, studying you for a second. “Nah I think she meant funny.”

You glanced at him, surprised by how warm his smile was there was something about it, something softer than you’d expected: not just Olivia’s boyfriend.

“Well,” you said quickly, looking away, “don’t get too comfortable..”

He laughed again, and you hated the way it made your stomach flutter.

You were tying your sneakers on the back porch when your mom called out, “Liv’s skipping the hike, she said she didn’t sleep well.”

You glanced up, squinting into the sun. “Of course she is..”

Your little brother, Ryan, already bouncing at the steps like he’d chugged a energy drink, grinned. “Bet she and Will stayed up all night kissing.”

You shoved his shoulder. “Gross.. don’t say that.”

From inside, you heard Olivia’s voice drifting through the screen door. “You guys have fun! I’m gonna do yoga and read or whatever.”

A few seconds later, Will stepped out of the cabin in a white shirt and athletic shorts, his water bottle tucked under one arm. “Guess I’m stuck with you two, huh?”

“Lucky us,” you muttered under your breath.

The first twenty minutes of the hike weren’t that bad.

The trail was shaded, the air fresh, and Ryan practically sprinted ahead like a dog off leash, yelling back stuff you and Will weren’t even listening to.

Will hiked at a lazy pace beside you, occasionally pointing out something stupid: a tree or a pinecone that you couldn’t care less about, you didn’t laugh, not much.

“So what do you do again?” he asked, casually, as you stepped over a cluster of roots.

You shrugged. “College, but I’m still figuring it out.”

Will nodded. “I dropped out after a year, I couldn’t keep up with school and hockey.”

You hummed in response.

“Do you like it?” he asked, more sincerely.

“College? Not really, but I like the idea of knowing what I want eventually.”

About halfway through, Ryan suddenly turned back from the trail ahead, panting. “I’m going back, my feet hurt.”

You raised a brow. “You were literally just running around like a dog?!”

“I stepped in a weird hole,” he groaned. “Tell mom I didn’t die.” And just like that, he turned back to get back to cabin.

You and Will were left alone in the trees, the quiet settling in around you like fog. “Well,” he said, adjusting the strap of his water bottle, “guess it’s just you and me.”

“Don’t sound so excited.”

He smirked. “Oh, I am. I’ve always dreamed of being stranded in the woods with my girlfriend’s younger sister.”

You huffed a laugh, unable to help yourself.

The trail sloped steeper than expected, you tried to keep pace, but a slick patch of gravel caught your foot, and suddenly you were stumbling forward with a sharp gasp.

Will caught your arm instantly, steadying you with a firm hand. “Oh my God—you good?”

You blinked, heart thudding more from the sudden contact than the fall itself. “Yeah, just twisted weird.”

He crouched slightly, eyes scanning your ankle. “You okay to keep walking? I can—”

“I’m fine,” you cut in, heat crawling up your neck. You pulled your arm from his grip. “You’re not my emt..”

Will stood again, raising a brow. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You looked away. “I didn’t fall.”

He smiled. “Because I caught you.”

You kicked a rock toward the side of the trail and kept walking, trying not to think about how warm his hand had felt.

The peak wasn’t much, just a wide ledge overlooking a scattering of trees, a few lakes in the distance glittering like broken glass. You dropped onto a rock and pulled out some candy you brought with you, feeling the sweat drying on your back.

Will sat beside you: close enough that your knees almost touched.

You offered him the candy without looking at him. “Sorry..”

He took some with a quiet laugh. “I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you. You’re just dating my sister.”

Will paused, chewing. “Is that a crime?”

“Sort of,” you said, glancing at him. “She’s the favourite child probably, you’re just another thing she gets first.”

Will stayed silent for a moment. “You don’t seem jealous.”

“I’m not.” You leaned back on your hands. “I just know how it always goes.”

Will watched you. “How does it always go?”

You shrugged. “Everyone always chooses her. If she’s winning, I’m just losing a boy who’s nice and that breathes..”

The words sat in the air like static, you looked at him and he didn’t say anything, you thought you might’ve said too much so you just stood up suddenly, brushing off your shorts. “We should get back before it gets dark.”

He stood too, not pushing it.

But for the rest of the walk down, he kept glancing at you when he thought you wouldn’t notice, but you did. You noticed it.

Dinner that night was loud: your dad manning the grill with way too much confidence, your mom pouring drinks and Olivia curled up on the deck loveseat with her legs over Will’s lap like she owned the entire mountain.

You sat at the picnic table, listening as your brother droned on about a raccoon he almost saw earlier. Will was doing his best to keep up with the chaos, smiling politely, nodding, asking the right questions.

But you could tell his eyes kept drifting to you.

Especially when your laugh bubbled out at something your dad said. Or when you reached across the table to flick a mosquito off your brother’s arm.

Your mom called everyone to sit down for dinner, and the table filled fast. Olivia slid into the bench beside Will, draping her arm through his and leaning her head on his shoulder.

You sat across from them, quiet, picking at your food.

It was all going fine until your mom turned to you mid bite. “Y/n, honey, are you still thinking of doing that transfer program in the spring?”

You blinked. “I don’t know yet, I’m still trying to get my gpa up.”

“Oh, she says that every semester,” Olivia cut in, laughing lightly.

You looked up, she was smiling like it was all harmless, as if she hadn’t just undercut you in front of everyone.

You forced a smile back. “Yeah, hilarious.”

Will glanced at you and he caught it: the way your shoulders tensed, the flicker in your eyes. You looked down at your plate again, hoping your mom would change the subject.

But Olivia kept going. “She’s just a little all over the place right now. I think it’s a teenage thing.”

You frowned. “I’m not a teenager.”

“You’re nineteen,” Olivia said, not even looking at you. “That’s literally still a teenager.”

Your jaw tightened and your dad laughed, oblivious. “She’s got a point.”

“She doesn’t,” you said, sharper than you meant to. “But thanks.”

An awkward silence rippled across the table. Will shifted slightly beside Olivia.

You pushed your food around with your fork, trying to swallow the lump rising in your throat. “I’m not all over the place,” you added quietly, not even sure why you felt the need to say it.

Olivia shrugged. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. Just you’re still figuring stuff out. It’s cute.”

There it was: cute. Not taken seriously, not grown, not capable, just cute.

You stood abruptly. “I’m gonna go grab my jacket, It’s getting cold.”

You didn’t wait for anyone to respond, you just walked back into the cabin, shutting the door a little too hard behind you.

Outside, Will watched the door swing shut. Olivia said something beside him, but it barely registered. His eyes were still on the cabin, on the way your posture had crumpled for just a second before you got up. He’d seen that look before, back when he was younger, still trying to earn his spot on a roster, pretending words didn’t stick.

They did, though. He knew they did. “You okay?” Olivia asked, nudging him.

He blinked, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“She’s fine,” Olivia said easily, sipping her wine. “Y/n’s always been dramatic. Everything’s the end of the world when you’re nineteen.”

You sat on the edge of your bed, staring out the small cabin window with your jacket still bunched in your lap.

You didn’t cry, not because it didn’t sting, it did but because you were used to it. The way Olivia talked to you and the way everyone else just laughed along like she hadn’t said something quietly cruel.

What really stuck with you wasn’t what she said: it was the way Will had looked at you when she said it, like he saw it too.

And for some reason that made it worse. Because you didn’t want to care what he thought of you, you didn’t want to feel this weird rush of heat in your chest just because he’d looked at you differently.

He’s your sister’s boyfriend. You repeated it to yourself over and over, like it was a spell but it didn’t help.

You slipped out through the back door with a hoodie pulled over your head, the deck creaking under your bare feet as you stepped outside. The air had cooled: crisp now, with the kind of silence that made your thoughts echo louder than you wanted them to.

You sat on the edge of the porch, knees tucked into your chest, staring out at the still surface of the lake. It shimmered faintly under the moonlight, peaceful and detached.

You hadn’t meant to care that much. But her words stuck, maybe because they weren’t new. Just like always, Olivia said them with a smile, and everyone else let it slide.

The door behind you creaked open. You didn’t move, but you knew who it was before he even spoke. “I figured you’d be out here.”

Will’s voice was quieter than usual, like he didn’t want to break the calm. He stepped forward, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

You looked over your shoulder briefly. “Can’t sleep?”

He gave a small shrug and sat down beside you, not too close, but not far enough either. “I noticed you weren’t in the room when I got back,” he said, glancing sideways. “Didn’t want to assume, but..”

You picked at the sleeve of your hoodie. “But you did.”

“I guess I did.”

The silence between you settled soft but heavy. You stared out toward the water again and Will did the same.

“Listen,” he said after a beat, “about dinner..”

You exhaled, already bracing. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” His voice was firm and maybe that’s what made you finally look at him.

“You didn’t say anything,” you pointed out.

“I didn’t know if it was my place,” he admitted. “But.. I get it.”

Your brow furrowed. “Get what?”

“When people say things like that, like you’re too young, too lost, too dramatic. Like that’s all you’ll ever be.” He shook his head. “You start to believe it.”

Something tugged at your chest, but you didn’t answer. Will leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “For what it’s worth.. I don’t think you’re immature or dramatic or mean.”

You raised a brow. “Nobody said I was mean.”

He smiled a little. “You think you are.”

You looked away, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. Will was quiet for a moment, then added, “I don’t think you’re as mean as you think you are. You’re just honest and sometimes people don’t know how to deal with that.”

Your breath caught, because he wasn’t looking at you like Olivia did, not like he was waiting for you to prove something, not like you were someone to manage or keep in line.

You turned your head slightly. “You probably shouldn’t say stuff like that and be out with me right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re dating my sister.”

The weight of those words hovered in the air between you. Will’s face shifted, like he hadn’t meant to cross any lines but suddenly realized how close he’d gotten.

He didn’t back away though, if anything, he leaned in slightly, eyes searching yours.

Your heart stuttered: Will wasn’t smiling anymore and then almost without thinking he moved closer: his hand brushed against yours, barely touching: his eyes flicked to your mouth, then back up to your eyes.

It happened slow and fast all at once. You knew he wasn’t thinking clearly. Maybe he hadn’t meant to or maybe he had, and that made it worse. Either way, he was close enough now that you could feel the warmth of him in the cold.

You realised you couldn’t do it as long as he’s still with your sister together, as much as mean she was cheating was never the best choice. “You can’t.”

He stopped, you weren’t angry, you weren’t pulling away like you were scared. You just looked at him with this quiet truth in your expression: something gentle and sad and honest.

“Will,” you said, barely louder than the breeze, “you’re still dating Olivia.”

He blinked. His throat moved as he swallowed, backing off just an inch, his eyes suddenly clearer. “I know,” he said.

And he did, that was the worst part. You stood up, arms wrapped tight around yourself now. “Good night, Will.”

You didn’t wait for his answer, you stepped back inside the cabin, leaving him on the porch in the dark.

And Will sat there for a long time after: elbows on his knees, head bowed low wondering how the hell he’d let the line blur that far..

..and why part of him didn’t regret it.

[justanotherrandomsimp]

I just saw a post about how Anakin in TCW is too badass and now I wanna talk about how much this show shits the bag when it comes to adapting movie characters in the show.

I love the clone wars when it focuses on its original characters like the clones or Ahsoka even if it isn’t always perfect. But I start appreciating the show a lot less when they work on movie characters, especially Anakin and Padmé.

Anakin in the movies is kind of pathetic and immature, which is logic since this guys is 19 in AOTC and 22 in ROTS, what else do you expect from someone so young. Yet, that doesn’t stop him from being badass by pulling off incredible feats like seen in ROTS where he fights and beats count dooku. And somehow, even with the source material that shows that Anakin can be badass and kind of pathetic at the same time, the clone wars doesn’t even try. Not only does the clone wars “masculinise” him (for lack of a better term) by making his voice deeper and more confident, which btw when I first watched the show threw me so off guard, I had a hard time believing the character was actually Anakin. They also strip Anakin of his vulnerability, and turmoil that reminded the audience; hey! This guy is really young and messed up and scared which is why he became Vader. I always hated the idea that the man underneath the mask of Darth Vader had to be a badass guy who was just “too good”, and the fact that the clone wars leans towards that idea of Anakin is genuinely one of my least favourite things about the show.

But, my actual least favourite thing about this show is the treatment they give to Padmé. There is some episodes where I truly believe she kind of gets to do something. But in the majority I remember, she’s either non important to the plot or just there to further a male character (most like Anakin)’s development. And of course the worst exemple of this is the whole second Clovis arc where Clovis tries to force himself on her, and the show instead of asking “how does this affect padmé, the victim the assault” the show much rather focus on Anakin. I think what makes me even more mad about padmé’s treatment in the show is the fact that she could’ve, by far, had the most interesting storylines in the show. I mean, she’s politician during wartime who has already seen first hand the inefficacy of bureaucracy during times of crisis. I wanna see padmé slowly loosing faith in the republic and I want to see how that affects her job, I want to see her slowly strengthen her bonds with the senators with who, in the future, she’s going to form the delegation of 2000. I’m not saying TCW never did that, because if I remember well, there are episodes where she does seem to start loosing faith, but I don’t think they pushed the concept far enough. And before I hear: “oh but it’s a kid’s show, they can’t go that far” I 100% believe they could, there’s many clever ways to address more “adult” themes like politic in a kid’s show while still keeping it entertaining for kids, plus they could show Ventres stabbing a man and then giving him a goodbye kiss, and show a 14 year old walk around in a tube top during a war, so I don’t see the problem with a little politic.

[miyasmagnolias]

𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 ⭑.ᐟ

miya atsumu x f!reader

the miya twins help you dye your hair — and nearly kill each other in the process.

part fifteen of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

The idea came to you on a Friday night.

You were editing your final paper for your world lit class, limbs splayed across your bed. Music thrumming from your laptop. The door to your and Atsumu's shared bathroom was wide open, the setter absentmindedly singing along to Katseye's Gabriela as he applied a generous layer of bleach to his roots.

"What?" he asked when you shot him a sideways glance through the doorway. "Why are ya starin' at me like that? I only know the words to this song 'cause ya play it 24/7!"

"No, it's not that," you laughed, although you were amused by how easily Atsumu had adopted your music taste as of late. "It's just...I don't think I've ever seen you dye your hair before, is all."

"...oh. Really?" He furrowed his brow, eyes trained on his reflection as he worked the bleach into his hair with the applicator brush. "Feels like I do it all the time at this point."

You lowered your laptop screen and watched him work, gaze following each easy, practiced swipe of the brush across his hair. He was surprisingly attractive like that — what with his black latex gloves, the concentrated expression on his face. Either that, or the bleach fumes were sufficiently getting to your head.

After a long moment, you asked, "When did you start dyeing your hair? Was it in high school?"

"Yeah," he replied, using his brush to pick up some more product from the bowl he'd mixed just minutes before. "At first, I did it just so people would quit mistakin' me for Samu."

"Really? You two are so different, though,” you said amusedly. "I can't imagine anyone having a hard time telling you two apart."

"Yeah, well, everyone did at some point. Our teachers, our teammates. It was only when girls started comin' up to me thinkin' I was 'the nicer, quieter one' that I really got pissed off."

You snorted. "You are a lot rowdier compared to Osamu."

"That don't mean I'm any less nice!" he retorted. "Anyways, I got so fed up with correctin' people that I bleached my hair one night and never went back. Samu even went grey for a while."

"I can only imagine what your mom thought at first."

"Oh, she was mortified," Atsumu chuckled. "She was convinced the bleach would seep through to our brains. Which, it probably did, but I think we turned out okay.”

A small smile flickered across your lips.

"So now that you and Osamu are in two completely different places, would you ever go back to your natural hair color?"

Atsumu's nose scrunched at the thought. "Nah. Don't get me wrong, it looks great on him, but...it just doesn't really feel like me anymore, ya know?"

"That makes sense," you hummed in agreement. "I can't imagine you with any other hair color."

"Right? I dunno, it gives me a confidence boost," he said, briefly checking himself out in the mirror. "Makes me feel like hot shit."

"You see, it's sentences like that that make me wonder why anyone would ever mistake you for your brother," you drawled, returning to your essay with a humored look on your face.

Katseye continued to sing in the background as Atsumu asked, "Have ya ever thought about dyein' yer hair?"

"A couple times," you admitted, scrolling through your essay and changing a word here and there. "The most I would ever do is bleach the ends, but...I don't think I could pull it off."

"Bullshit," Atsumu scoffed. "Anyone can pull off anythin' with the right attitude."

You pursed your lips to one side as Atsumu set a timer on his phone for thirty minutes and began clearing off the bathroom counter. Fingers combing through your overgrown hair, you realized just how long it had been since you'd done anything remotely interesting with it. You'd made your fair share of spontaneous decisions over the years — quarantine bangs and drastic post-breakup cuts included — but never bleach.

"Huh?" Atsumu balked, making sure he’d heard your question correctly. "Ya want me to dye yer hair? Now?”

"Why not?" You shrugged. "It would just be the ends. And if it turns out really shitty, we can always just chop it off."

"I dunno, babe. Ya sure yer parents would want ya to have bleach blonde tips in yer graduation photos?"

"Sure." You rolled your eyes. "'Cause between dancing in skimpy skirts and dating my roommate, bleaching my hair is somehow the most offensive to my parents."

At that, the tips of Atsumu's ears turned bright red.

"Ya know, I think the only reason ya get away with so much is because ya make such good grades."

You smiled sweetly and said, "It's called give and take, baby."

That's how you ended up here. Atsumu's towel thrown over your shoulders. Desk chair squeezed between the sink and the bathtub. A bottle of 30-volume developer staring back at you. Atsumu had even asked his brother to bring over a roll of tin foil after his shift at the restaurant, Osamu eyeing your makeshift salon with about as much judgement as one might imagine.

"Ya sure ya trust him not to fry yer hair off?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest as he stood in the threshold to the bathroom.

"Would ya shut it, jackass?" Atsumu shot back, furiously mixing the bleach powder in with the developer. "This was her idea."

"It was," you admitted from the desk chair. "Spontaneous senior year decisions, am I right?"

Osamu merely shook his head, squeezing himself into the cramped bathroom and perching himself on the lip of the bathtub. "Ya really are made for each other."

The plan was simple: backcomb the ends of your hair. Apply the bleach in even sections. Set a timer for each strand to ensure minimal damage. Atsumu had watched all of two TikToks in preparation for this, and yet you were surprisingly trusting in his ability to not fuck up your hair. It felt nice. Reassuring, even.

He wished he could say the same for his twin brother.

Gently brushing the bleach mixture into the first strand of hair, Atsumu cut Osamu a glare and tsked in annoyance.

"Would ya quit breathin' down my neck? I can't concentrate."

"What? Ya made me drive all the way across town for this — the least I can do is make sure ya don't botch it," Osamu quipped, observing Atsumu's every move like Gordon Ramsay on an episode of Hell's Kitchen.

"Make sure ya work it in evenly so it's not patchy," Osamu interjected, gesturing to a spot his brother had missed.

You swore you saw Atsumu's jaw feather in the mirror.

"I know how to bleach hair, jackass."

Once Atsumu finished the first section, he grabbed a square of tin foil from the pile you'd pre-cut and began folding it into your hair. From the bathtub, you could feel Osamu seething in frustration.

"Yer technique is horrible," the chef managed through bared teeth, swatting Atsumu's hand away so he could do it himself. "Yer crumplin' the foil like it's a fuckin' fast food wrapper!"

"Would ya get off my back? Not all of us spend a million hours a day foldin' rice into seaweed!"

"At least I know how to make rice, ya dumbass!"

Soon enough, the argument devolved into a full-blown debate over who could dye your hair better. They passed the applicator brush back and forth, comparing techniques, scolding each other any chance they got. All the while, you couldn't help but laugh at how competitive they'd become. Was this what they were like back in high school? Constantly bickering? Pushing each other to be better?

"Why ya gigglin' down there?" Osamu murmured, feathering the bleach into your hair with surgical precision.

"Ya think this is funny?" Atsumu echoed, folding the tin foil into your hair like it was an Olympic sport.

"Sorry, it's just..." you stifled your laugh as Atsumu fumbled with the timers on his phone. "I can see why people got you two mixed up now. You both are huge perfectionists."

Osamu merely blinked back at your observation. Atsumu, on the other hand, looked downright appalled.

"Perfectionists," Atsumu scoffed in disbelief, snatching the brush away from his brother so he could finish the last section of your hair. "At least I don't alphabetize my spice rack."

Osamu drawled, "Says the setter who called me trash for not hittin' his spikes with 100% accuracy."

Atsumu elbowed his brother square in the gut.

Once it was time to rinse out your hair, you kicked them both out of the bathroom and locked the door, the shower loud enough to drown out the sounds of their verbal sparring. In the living room, Atsumu and Osamu sat on opposite ends of your couch like two toddlers put in a timeout.

"Wanna play Super Smash Bros?" Atsumu asked after a long minute, jutting his chin towards the Nintendo Switch on the console. "Loser owes the other dinner."

Osamu's jaw ticked at the challenge. "Yer on."

On screen, Captain Falcon and Ike battled it out in Pokémon Stadium, the orchestral swell of the background music outcompeting the sound of the shower running across the apartment.

"How are things goin' between the two of ya?" Osamu asked, thumbs flying across the controller with ease.

"Good. We've both been pretty busy, honestly," Atsumu admitted. "Haven't had much time for a date night."

Osamu hummed. "Have ya asked her to be yer girlfriend yet?"

Atsumu winced as Ike sent Captain Falcon flying across the arena with a single blow to the chest.

"No. I haven't."

"And why not?" Osamu drawled, eyes never leaving the screen as he maintained his offensive stance. "Don't ya want her to be?"

"Of course I want her to be," Atsumu grumbled, flailing with the controller as his damage increased by the second. "I'm just...waitin' for the right moment to ask her. She's been so stressed out with finals and job applications, it just doesn't feel right to pile somethin' else on her plate."

A scoff escaped Osamu's lips. "Yer not puttin' a task on her to-do list, Tsumu.”

"Sure, but it's a big decision!" Atsumu argued. "I dunno. The last time I got into a relationship, I feel like I pressured us into makin' things official 'cause I was so damn insecure. I don't wanna do that with Y/N."

Osamu considered his brother's words, the rare earnestness behind them.

"She's the real deal for ya, isn't she?"

Atsumu faltered just enough for Ike to land one final blow, Captain Falcon flying off the screen in a blaze of unadulterated defeat. "Game!" the announcer boomed.

Osamu smirked as Atsumu dropped the controller into his lap and sighed.

"Yeah," he mumbled miserably, not even caring that he'd lost. "Yeah, she is."

Osamu chuckled. "Well, don't keep her waitin' too long. Else she might start gettin' the wrong idea."

"I won't," Atsumu promised. "Now stop makin' me admit all this sappy shit and play me again. Best two outta three."

You emerged from the bathroom forty minutes later, having toned, deep conditioned, blow-dried, and curled your new hair for good measure. The twins did a double-take as you entered the living room, a stunned expression on both of their faces as you ran your fingers through your long locks and held your hands out expectantly.

"So? What do we think?"

"I..." Atsumu stammered, blinking back at the way your hair tumbled past your shoulders. You looked like a Revlon commercial come to life. Were they responsible for that?

"...I didn't know ya had a curlin' iron," he finished dumbly.

"Turned out better than I expected," Osamu drawled, a smirk toying on his lips as he leaned back against the couch cushions to admire your new look. "The ashy blonde suits ya. Really brings out yer eyes."

At that, Atsumu shot his brother a glare.

"Would ya quit flirtin' with her?"

"What? She looks good!" Osamu exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

"Well, I have the two of you to thank for that," you laughed, smiling at their handiwork beneath the warm lights of your apartment. The bleached tips blended in seamlessly with your natural hair, the color soft. Subtle. Lifted just enough to keep things interesting.

"I love it," you admitted after a while. "Thank you."

The sincerity in your voice had them blushing identical shades of red. Perhaps they were more similar than you'd initially thought.

"Yeah, well, it wouldn't have turned out like that if it weren't for me," Osamu murmured.

"Excuse me?" Atsumu balked. "Ya haven't dyed yer hair in over four years!"

You merely rolled your eyes and went back into your bedroom, making a mental note to treat them both to ice cream once they'd stopped bickering.

It would be another forty minutes before you ushered them out the front door.

a/n: next chapter is an angsty one, y'all. i'm equal parts excited and nervous. 🫢

@miyasmagnolias, 2025

[beef-brisket]

((You're all good!))

Lucifer smiled as he leaned up against the door, he could hear his daughter speaking. She sounded so confident and self-assured, he couldn't help but chuckle when she corrected Adam a few times.

But... it felt good to hear Adam apologise to her. Sure, it still pained him how she talked about him- he couldn't care what she thought about Lilith- but it did help that she said they would talk. One day.

He jumped out of the way when the door opened and Adam walked out. The king stepped back when he saw Lucifer so close.

Adam: Shit, shorty! Almost stood on ya.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and quickly followed Adam down the hallway: So- I heard the meeting! You uh- did well. For your first meeting since getting your memories back.

Adam scoffed: You mean I wasn't an asshole for more than five minutes. And for that, fuck yeah, I was fucking badass.

Lucifer: ...Alright, yes. You weren't an asshole. Honestly... great job, Adam.

Adam: Calm down there, blondie. I have a praise kink.

Lucifer screwed his face up: Don't be disgusting.

Adam: Also have a degradation kink.

Lucifer: ...Is there anything normal about you?

Adam: Hm... well, I've had at least 15 mental breakdowns in the last week and a half so... nope. Anyway, let's go get some fucking ribs.

-

Adam: So, she liked how I sorted the Hellborn out, especially the imps- so, that's a fucking plus for me, right? Got your little girls approval~.

The ex-king stared as Adam pushed a whole rib into his mouth before pulling it back out while sucking the meat off. He... shouldn't find that hot but Lucifer's mental state has gone through the ringer as well.

Adam: Fuck, these are good. So uh- there's actually a reason why we've come to this specific place- and it's not because this is one of my personal chain restaurants~.

Lucifer: You... have restaurants?

Adam: Yeah, man! I can actually cook for shit- so I made this whole thing- nevermind, that's not what's important- what IS important is the fact I'm giving you another chance. Call this your... 145th chance.

Lucifer: It... hasn't been that many times-.

Adam: Oh, it has. Trust me. But it's not about that. I uh... Charlie wants to set up communication between sinners and winners. Y'know, family and friends, that kinda bullshit. I want you to help her.

Lucifer: That's... wow... I would jump at that chance, Ad, really, but... she didn't want-.

Adam: Yeah, well, I'm the fucking king, not her. And you won't be working directly with you, you'll have an adviser to do the boring shit. So. What do you say?

Lucifer: ...Will you be there?

Adam: Yeah. Every step of the way, man.

The blonde was silent for a moment before nodding and smiling up at Adam: Then, I accept.

HI IT'S ME-! I HAVE AN AU FOR YOU!

God of War!au

👀👀👀

It's set during the extermination. Adam and Lucifer's fight is like Thor and Kratos' fight.

Adam: You think you can fall down here, start a family, and get a clean slate after all of the shit you caused?!

Lucifer glares, struggling to hit back Adam's axe.

Adam: That's not how it works! You're a destroyer, like me!

Lucifer's quickly lost strength, and Adam manages to smack him over the head with his axe, killing him.

Everyone screams as Lucifer falls back, golden blood running down his head.

Adam: Oh no. I say when we're done, asshole!

Lucifer's eyes snap open as Adam shoots holy light into him. He convulsed on the ground as his senses started coming back.

Lucifer: S-Sto-.

Adam: Fight. Me. Asshole. Like you fucking mean it.

@beef-brisket

(Interesting)

Lucifer: A, Adam n, n, no-

Adam growled: I have had enough of this! You WILL fight me!!!

Lucifer may be battered and bruised and barely able to lift a single finger but because of his pride he was unable to beg for mercy.

Lucifer: D, do it! ...pussy!

That was it as Adam felt all his hatred and rage boil down to him in that point with one clean cut, Lucifer's head rolled down.

The demons and angels could only watch as Adam proceeded to chop Lucifer's body into piece after piece.

When Charlie finally realized what Adam was doing after her moment of shock had passed she screamed.

Her screams echoed across the pride as everyone shook from her mournful cry.

Adam stopped what he was doing and turned to the princess, watching her with a mere raised brow. She trampled forward, ready to enact vengeance on her fallen father.

However, Adam was ready for her.

He had been the moment she was born.

When she had gotten close enough he shot a powerful beam of holy light in her direction, disintegrating her entire existence.

The so-called anti-Christ was nothing more than a pile of ash.

Vaggie: CHARLIE!!!

Oh yeah, he almost forgot about the traitor.

He flew right up to her and decided that an extra punishment would be in order. He was no longer taking disrespect from a former soldier.

He held her in a vice grip and refused to let go. He saw the demons around her moving quickly to attack him, but he moved faster.

He took off to the sky high above. But not too far away that she wouldn't be able to see what was to happen.

Adam: NOW!!!

The sinner's eyes widened as the remaining exorcist girls sliced the hotel's residents with their spears.

The former soldier could only watch in despair as the people she had grown close to were butchered and mutilated before her.

Vaggie: NOOOO!!!!!

Adam: You only have yourself to blame, Vaggie.

He then gripped onto the base of her wings and started to swing her around. He threw her so hard that soon she could feel the familiar sting of her wings separating from her body.

When her dizziness dissipated, she could see Adam smiling cruelly at her while he held onto the only thing that gave her the ability to fly.

She screamed as she hurdled towards the earth. Was this what it was like to feel true helplessness?

When she had reached the near ground, she was met with only the steel of angelic metal. She gasped as she began to cough up blood.

How could this have happened? They were the good guys. They were supposed to win.

Good prevails evil.

That's how the story goes...or at least how it's supposed to.

Her vision began to blur as she began to feel cold. She saw two figures approach her. Immediately telling who it was when she heard her voice.

Lute: A debt has been paid...But I think I'll make do on my promise.

She unsheathed her sword and, with one swoop, cut out her good eye. Watching it pop right out as at long last the traitor was dead.

In the midst of it all, there was Adam with his right hand standing by proudly. The cannibal army left not too long ago. Not wanting to take any chances with their souls.

However, too bad for them Adam wasn't finished. In fact, he was just getting started.

Adam: I have had enough.

[twstfanblog]

Can I request some headcanons of the First Years with a reader who is a superhero back in their world? Like part of the Avengers or Justice League.

First Years with Super Hero Reader

Freshmen & Reader

A/N: Kind of proud of myself having an equal amount from DC and Marvel.

Ace

Gambit type reader. Ace and you are first of all bonding over being able to do card tricks. You've become a little card-shuffling duo at breaks. People pay a few bucks to watch the two of you juggle cards. Though he does wonder why your cards are so thick.

He and Deuce found out during the prologue mines fight, your cards can do more than pretty tricks. They were both surprised pikachu face at the cards literally exploding and you throwing them so hard they're cutting through rock.

Mildly peeved that you never told them about this superpower you have (Dude, it's been like 6 hours since we met). He also realizes that you could have literally blown his head off during your first meeting. Is even more peeved learning that you can do it with any object, you just like cards best. He instantly tries to get you to pull a prank on Riddle with your powers.

Deuce

Harley Quinn type reader. You've both got that kinda wild style quality. It helps that your red and black motif fits in with Heartslabyul. You're versed in mental health and thought patterns, so you do start out just helping Deuce find a good learning style to help with his grades.

Another during the mines fight where they see what you can do. Deuce thinks you being able to just launch yourself into the air is amazing. Your hand to hand and bat swings are more than enough to help in most fights.

Whenever Deuce gets into his own head on if he can become better than his past. You just kind of grip him and say he's fine. "But-." "Deuce, you're fine." "Okay, but-" "Deuce, have you fallen in love with a sociopath, committed crimes against humanity, or actually killed a child?" "No????" "Then you're FINE."

Jack

Robin type reader. Specifically, the 2003 Teen Titans Robin. Jack hangs out with you because you're smart and chill. In the sea of literal whackadoos of NRC, you are a calm island he can have a normal conversation with.

During Leona's overblot, Jack wanted you to stay back since he didn't think you would be much help. Then he saw you do a running start and kick Leona so hard he went flying. The following crash-out honestly stunned all of them before they started helping you.

Jack is...amazed, mildly terrified at the fact you fully committed to potentially crushing Leona's ribcage with a two-story knee drop. Is confused how you look so stringy but were actually chucking Leona across the arena. He wants to learn what you do for training and what other powers you have. Flabbergasted learning you are just a 'normal person' in your world. You used to be an acrobat, though.

Epel

Daredevil type reader. He honestly didn't notice much, only knowing you as the blind kid on campus and would see the nicer of NRC bend over backwards for you. He huffs about it a bit when people lump him with you, just because you're both unassuming at first glance.

He notices something is off about you just from how confidently you move around. He'll be in conversation with you and watch as you seamlessly walk down the stairs like you could see them. He thinks you were faking at first, only to watch in surprise as you catch an arrow Rook had shot at you. Rook knew all along and wanted to make a scenario that you had to tell Epel.

Epel still thinks you're faking. Even more so after seeing you catch an arrow with your bare hands. You just explain to him that since you went blind, your other senses increased to cover the loss. You just trained them harder to basically give your sense of sight back via sound location. Once he understands, he thinks it's cool and asks if you have tips on tracking. He wants to know where Vil and Rook are at all times.

Ortho

Black Widow type reader. Ortho assumed you were a completely normal person and was the normal level of friendly. Only over time does he notice the slight differences in your body language, speech, and overall presentation with different groups of people. He decides to test it, asking if you could PLEASE sit with his brother for the afternoon.

Ortho watches amazed as you walk into his brother's room. You look around for three seconds before you style your hair in a messier fashion and zip your hoodie up. Watches as your posture changes and you shyly ask Idia about his game. It's slow, but Idia actually engages with you and at a point your both chatting happily about the game.

Ortho wants to study you so bad. You're like a human chameleon! He wants to know your thought process on how to blend into social groups so easily, both for his personal reasons and to help his brother engage with others.

Sebek

Static shock type reader. He doesn't notice you for a bit since you seem so immature with your chill attitude. Sebek was also mildly confused when he found out you actually have decent grades from how silly you act with Ace and Deuce. Is mildly confused how you fly on a broom so well, questions more as to why it's made of metal.

Found out about your powers because he was practicing his UM in the woods. He passed through you, thought he had killed you, and was panicking. Only to have you be completely fine and trying to calm him down. Sebek, of course, asks how in the world you're alive; he just passed through your body as a lightning bolt. And you sheepishly tell Sebek, you barely felt anything since you make way stronger electricity.

He doesn't believe you at first, so you have to give him a display of your powers and all of the things you can do with just control of electricity. He's questioning how you can just make something magnetic or have complete control over polarity. But, you are helping him with his UM since you're able to give him tips on moving in that state.

[altar-of-flesh]

Everyone wants crust pants until your crust pants actually get some crust on them because you've made them impossible to wash

[clumsypuppy]

fuck it. plaguesona

[monicaalexandraaa]

SARAH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAAARRRAAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was…….this was a rollercoaster !!!! And I’m never getting off !!!!!!

Oh gosh first of all, her opening up about working with her dad and how he hasn’t spoken to her😭How she loved it at first but finding out people thought she was just like him ruined it😭My heart broke for her. Shes such a confident badass but it took a lot to become that way🥺usually how it is isn’t it?😭

I loved seeing Harry comfort her and not thinking twice about it. He’s always jumping to make her feel better and make everything okay at the slightest inkling of her being upset. It’s the sweetest thing😌

“You’re nothing like him…that’s why I agreed to do this whole thing-because you’ll get the respect of your employees by being someone they know they can trust…not by being someone they fear.”

And she’s always jumping right back to make him feel good too😫😩😫😩

This flips a switch in Harry because he doesn’t ever want you to think that you’re not allowed to show any emotions that aren’t positive ones or that your feelings aren’t important and worth talking through because if anyone in his mind deserves a shoulder to cry on and arms to feel safe in, it’s you.

And I loved this^ waaaaaaahhhhhh. They’re both so caring towards each other I could sob for weeks about it.

And then this kiss ?!?!!!!! And the way I thought this would be it ?!?!!!!?!! Which I was more than giggling and kicking my feet over but I was a different person starting this than I am now having finished it.

One of his hands slides to the side of your neck to keep your face angled upward exactly how he wants while his other drops to your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. By the time Harry pulls away the two of you are struggling to catch your breath, he rests his forehead against yours but only for a moment because you watch him fix his posture and bring the hand that was on the side of your neck up to push his glasses back up his nose, a small blush on his cheeks when he catches you staring. You smile at the small reminder that the man standing between your legs, the one who just kissed you like he wanted to savor the flavor of your lips is the same sweet blushy man you met in that coffee shop almost a month ago.

ExaCTly HoW hE WanTS🫠🫠🫠And you know I love any and all adjustment of the glasses😍I’m making myself president of the Fine Print Harry adjusting his glasses fan club

The last little part of this too🥺LIKE WHO IS THIS MAN BUT LETS KEEP HIM FOR FURTHER EVALUATION✍️more testing is needed for sure👀just to be thorough of course of course.

“You don’t-don’t have to be strong all the time.” His voice is only a little shaky as he stares into your eyes, his hand giving your waist a squeeze. “I can be strong enough for the both of us-whenever you need me to be.” You rub your lips together to stop him from seeing how your bottom one is starting to quiver as he cups your cheek with his free hand.

FOR THE BOTH OF US😭😭😭OUR LITTLE CHICKEN NUGGET WILL BE STRONG EVEN IF HES AFRAID😭😭😭😭LIKE WHAT IS GOING AWWWWNNNNNN

Okay

So

The water bottles.

THE WATER BOTTLES.

“Please tell me they had one that said hubby and that you got it for yourself.” Harry lets out a laugh as your eyes look over the bottle in your hands and a grin takes over your face.

“Uh well…yeah they did and yes I got it so-”

“We can match!” Your excitement makes Harry’s heart vibrate as you do your signature happy dance that causes a few giggles to escape you, a stark contrast to the watery eyed woman he was just holding together a bit ago. “This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Your voice is soft and has an almost bouncy quality to it that has Harry following after you when you turn and walk into your bedroom so you can place the bottle on your nightstand.

I AM STILL SCREAMING OVER THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹🥹😭😭🥺🥺HOW ADORABLE IS HEEEEEEEEE

Like uh yeah…..I did get it STOP RN I NEED HIM WITH ME AT ALL TIMESSSSSS

And her being so cute and excited about it! The happy dance !!!!! Like they’re perfect I cannot express that enough.

And then him still being nervous being in her room I’m sobbing I’m squealing I’m also doing some sort of happy dance what time is it where am I

You can’t help but smile at how even in moments like these Harry can’t help but be honest with you, even when it makes his cheeks turn pink and his finger twitch at his sides from embarrassment he can’t help himself, he will always be honest.

YEAH🥺😭😭😭😩

AND THEN YOU HIT ME WITH THIS SARAH

“This.” His hands are cupping your face and he’s pressing his lips into yours before you can even process what’s happening. The kiss is hungry and desperate as if Harry is trying to take full advantage of his moment of bravery, his tongue is slipping into your mouth as a hand slides to the back of your neck and he gently nudges your sock clad foot with his so you can make room for him to slot himself between your legs.

UM HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO

But I can also imagine the little pep talk he most definitely gave himself to push him to go back into her room and do that. Like you can do it !!!!!!!!😩😫😩😫

but what makes your heart weak is the way he has to adjust himself so he’s leaning most of his weight onto his left arm so he can push his glasses up letting you get a better view of his lust filled eyes.

😩😫

“But don’t worry I’ll keep my glasses on while I ruin you-I know you like them.”

I AM SORRY

WHAT ?

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAAAAAAAAAT WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

I needed to put my phone down and look around and fan myself because W H A T

Moving on (somehow)

You stare at him in a daze, his movements are smooth and he’s oozing a sense of confidence that would make it seem as if placing your legs on his broad shoulders so he can get a closer look at your soaked core is a casual and normal occurrence between the two of you and it has you gripping the sheets in anticipation for what’s going to come next.

Like truly what is going on right now and who do I need to speak with to make it a normal occurrence🤝

“I’m going to take my time with you-feel free to be as loud as you want.” Harry says with a voice filled with raw lust.

OKAY😃

“I like the way my name sounds when you scream it.” Your cheeks get hot as Harry leans over you, a pleased expression on his face. “Are you okay?” And just like that Harry is back to being soft and sweet as he leans down and places a tender kiss to your forehead.

THE SEXY TO SWEET I NEED HIM INJECTED IN MY VEINS SARAH !!!!!!!!!

AND OH ITS NOT OVER APPARENTLY

Your words are rushed and it has Harry smiling against your skin at how suddenly it’s you who can’t seem to get your words out smoothly and is a flushed mess beneath him.

Obsessed with that^ and both of them jumbling their words is perfection.

“What is it that you want?” His voice is deep and strained as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you until you’re feeling a sense of fullness like never before. “Tell me what you want love and I’ll give it to you.” He says with a groan as he quickly adjusts his glasses before he starts moving his hips in a slowly steady pace.

THE WAY HES TALKING AHHHHHHHH IS THIS THE MAN FROM PART 1 BECAUSEEEEEEE

Like truly need to run laps

“You okay baby? Sorry for sort of rushing there at the end but I just-uhm well didn’t know if you were okay with me-”

LIKE HES SO BABY EVEN AFTER THAT PERFORMANCE I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO MOVE ON FROM THIS SO I WILL STAY PUT RIGHT HERE FOREVER AND EVER ILL PAY RENT I PROMISE

So yeah I mean, that was great !

You’re incredible and I can’t wait for more🩷🩷

Fine Print: Practice Makes Perfect

Masterlist: Here

CW: Anxiousness, awkwardness, tiny bit of insecurity, minor language, tiny bit of size kink and smut (this is for the girlies who said Harry needs to keep the glasses on👀)

Word Count: 6.2K

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long I’ve been dealing with some energy/fatigue issues but I’m so happy these two are back and I hope y’all enjoy! Also I have decided to add one more part since this scene just needed its own moment so this series is going to have 7 parts in total now not 6! ✨

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Summary: One night of your “honeymoon” takes a turn and things change between you and Harry ✨

“Okay one more time from the top but this time please don’t adjust your glasses more than twice-it makes you look a little flustered.” You instruct from your spot perched on the kitchen counter, a plate of pasta in your lap and a fork in your hand. “And it drives me a little wild.” You add with a wink that has Harry’s whole face heating up as he stands in front of you with a piece of paper that has his speech that he plans on giving the staff at his weekly meeting that’s scheduled for his first day back in office, which also happens to be his first day as the new official CEO of Styles & Co.

“O-okay I’ll uh try…try not to do that so much.” He stutters as he unintentionally uses his index finger to push his glasses further up his nose.

You give him a soft smile as he clears his throat and shoves the piece of paper into the back pocket of his jeans and readies himself to once again give you the speech he’s gone over maybe a dozen times already with you, each time ending with you giving him a tiny little adjustment to make. So far it’s been nothing too major just little things like not fixing his glasses so often and making sure he moves his eyes around the room so everyone will get a moment of feeling as if he’s speaking directly to them but the most important one and the one he is struggling with the most is his tone. He can’t seem to get it quite right but you assure him sounding confident in what he’s saying comes with knowing the material front to back so that’s why you have him standing in front of you ready to give you the same speech you yourself have begun to memorize.

“I’m looking forward to all the great things we will achieve together-thank you for your cooperation and patience during this transitional-”

“Pause please.” Harry quirks a brow at you as you hold a hand up to stop him in the middle of his closing paragraph. You look down at the plate in your lap and twirl a bit of the pasta onto your fork as you begin to explain to him the small issue you have with what he just said. “You don’t need to thank them for doing their jobs Harry. I know it seems like the polite thing to do but they’re getting a new chief executive officer that they’re already familiar with-it’s not like the company is going through a buy out so there won’t be much of a transitional period besides maybe you take up the elevators for a few days when you move up a floor to your new office.”

Harry stands there, in his usual state of awe as he watches you effortlessly twirl pasta onto your fork while also telling him he’s coming across as a little too nice. When you finally look up at him, his eyes are looking down at your plate so without thinking you hold out your fork, cupping your hand underneath it to catch any random drips of sauce. You catch his eyes move from the plate in your lap to the fork in your outstretched hand and he doesn’t hesitate to take a small step forward, his eyes finally finding yours as he leans down and wraps his lips around the fork earning him a smile from you.

“So let’s change the closing statement to something like-” Your voice is soft as Harry stands up and chews the bite of pasta, his eyes still locked with yours. “I’m looking forward to all the amazing and wonderful things we will accomplish together-so let’s get out there and get to work.” Harry nods his head as you deliver a closing statement that might potentially be the one he ends up using. It amazes him how professional and confident you sound, to the point where he even feels excited about the prospect of working with you all from a few sentences uttered at him while sitting on the counter with a plate in your lap, and feeding him bites of spaghetti.

“See how that seems more motivational and not so much like a warning about the nonexistent transitional period? We want them to leave that room excited about you being their new boss not worried about what the next few days or weeks are going to be like.” You explain as you twirl another bite of pasta onto your fork, your eyes still on Harry’s as he once again leans in and takes it from you once you hold the fork out towards him.

“How-how do you do that?” He asks after he’s done chewing, you raise an eyebrow as you motion for him to step closer to you with your index finger, he instantly complies and takes the small step towards you that has him now standing between your legs that are dangling over the edge of the counter.

“How do I do what?” You ask as you reach up and wipe a bit of sauce off the edge of Harry’s mouth, he feels his cheeks get warm as your thumb ghosts over his bottom lip.

“Uhm-” He tries to gather his thoughts as you look away from him so you can lean over and place the now empty plate into the sink. “How do you uh make this all seem so-so easy?” You let out a laugh as you sit up and lean your head back so it’s resting against a cabinet.

“I just know what board and senior staff members of a multimillion dollar corporation like to hear that’s all.” Your answer has Harry’s brows furrowing as he adjusts his glasses. “Don’t worry it’ll get easier for you we just have to take it one day-one meeting at a time.”

“Did you work for your dad?” He doesn’t know why the question slips out of his mouth but once it does he can’t help but notice the small twitch the corners of your mouth do before you give him a small shrug.

“I did.” He thinks that’s all he’s going to get but then you’re looking over his shoulder, out the window that shows off the back patio and he gets a feeling there’s more to your answer. “I started in the mail room…he wanted me to get a grasp of the company by starting on the ground level and working my way up…I loved the feeling I got with every promotion and honestly I was good at it…I was the one people turned to for everything the one they could count on and then one day…someone told me how I was just like my father and-and that changed everything.” Harry’s never heard your voice sound so small, so vulnerable before and it has his chest tightening as he fights off the urge to reach out and wrap his arms around you.

“He wasn’t the same person-at work he wasn’t the same man that he was at home. At the office he was cold and calculated…made everyone feel beneath him and he made everyone so nervous and miserable when he was around people hated him Harry…so when I got told I was just like him I quit…and never went back not even when he asked me to take over so he could retire-I just couldn’t risk turning out like him and having people hate me.” When you look at Harry you swallow the lump of emotions that has formed in your throat, you can feel your eyes starting to get the familiar sting of unshed tears and just as the first one rolls down your cheek Harry’s hands are cupping your face and he’s wiping it away with his thumb.

“No one could ever hate you.” He whispers as your hands come up and wrap around his wrists.

“Tell that to my dad-he hasn’t spoken more than five words to me since I turned him down and that was two years ago.” Your voice is watery and it has Harry’s heart splitting in half as more tears roll down your face. “Men like him aren’t used to being told no especially by their own daughter so I don’t know what I was really expecting.” Harry shakes his head as his thumbs continue to wipe away the teary evidence of your emotions.

“You were expecting your dad to still be your dad and-and he’s an absolute asshole for not being able to separate business from family.”

“Did you just call your father in law an asshole?”

“Uh-yes. I guess I did.” You let out a laugh that even though it’s a little watery sounding still makes Harry’s mouth curve up into a lopsided smile.

“You’re nothing like him…that’s why I agreed to do this whole thing-because you’ll get the respect of your employees by being someone they know they can trust…not by being someone they fear.” You confess softly as your hands travel down to rest on Harry’s forearms.

Harry lets your words sink in as your hands soothingly run up and down his arms, as if in this moment he’s the one who needs consoling and it has him beginning to wonder if you complimenting him with reassuring and confidence inducing words and giving him soft gentle touches is your way of getting the conversation to move away from what caused you to get so emotional in the first place. This flips a switch in Harry because he doesn’t ever want you to think that you’re not allowed to show any emotions that aren’t positive ones or that your feelings aren’t important and worth talking through because if anyone in his mind deserves a shoulder to cry on and arms to feel safe in, it’s you. So in a moment of pure impulsiveness he leans down and places his lips on your forehead in a gesture that feels almost more intimate than the previous kisses the two of you have shared.

“I’m not like him because I’d never pick a company over you.” He states smoothly and his words have your heart melting inside of your chest you don’t even process it as Harry tilts your head up just a bit, his thumbs brushing the last few tears from your cheeks before he’s pressing his lips against yours.

Your hands instantly grip the fabric of Harry’s t shirt, pulling him closer as much to your surprise Harry deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue against yours when he slips it past your parted lips. One of his hands slides to the side of your neck to keep your face angled upward exactly how he wants while his other drops to your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. By the time Harry pulls away the two of you are struggling to catch your breath, he rests his forehead against yours but only for a moment because you watch him fix his posture and bring the hand that was on the side of your neck up to push his glasses back up his nose, a small blush on his cheeks when he catches you staring. You smile at the small reminder that the man standing between your legs, the one who just kissed you like he wanted to savor the flavor of your lips is the same sweet blushy man you met in that coffee shop almost a month ago.

“You don’t-don’t have to be strong all the time.” His voice is only a little shaky as he stares into your eyes, his hand giving your waist a squeeze. “I can be strong enough for the both of us-whenever you need me to be.” You rub your lips together to stop him from seeing how your bottom one is starting to quiver as he cups your cheek with his free hand.

“Harry?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and it has Harry’s mouth turn downwards as he feels your arms wrap around his middle.

“What is it sweetheart?” He asks as he pulls you into his chest, his hand sliding to gently hold the back of your head as your cheek rests against the soft material of his t shirt.

“I n-need-” you feel his hand that was on your waist start running up and down your back as he quietly shushes you before you can finish your sentence and you’ve never been happier than the man you married three days ago also just so happens to be one of the sweetest men you’ve ever met, not even needing you to fully explain to him what you need because he already knows.

You’re not sure how long Harry keeps you wrapped up in the comfortable hold of his arms, but you know it was long enough that when you finally pull away the sun is starting to set behind the trees in the backyard. You can feel that something has shifted between the two of you so in an attempt to stay in the moment you choose not to say anything, afraid that even a small whisper will ruin it. Harry doesn’t say anything or bring attention to it either as he helps you off the counter but you can tell he feels the small shift that’s taking place between the two of you as well.

He licks his lips before rubbing them together but still remains silent as the two of you walk up the stairs hand in hand to the hallway that both of your bedrooms are on and he doesn’t say anything when you stop in front of your door, he just looks down at you with a look that makes your heart beat so hard in your chest you’re sure he can probably hear it. You let out a quiet sigh of content as you continue to look up at him, he’s all jawline and a soft cheekbones from your current angle and when he tilts his head just a bit you get a decent view of his profile and watch as his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose just a smidge with the movement.

“I uh got-got you something.” You raise an eyebrow as his voice takes on a deeper tone that you try not to let get to you, he clears his throat and lets go of your hand making so he can step further down the hallway adjusting his glasses as he heads towards his room. “Just-I’ll be right back.” He stumbles with his wording a bit as he holds a hand up as if telling you to just stay right where you’re standing. You watch in quiet amusement as he does a small jog like run down the hall and you can’t help but let a little chuckle escape you as you watch him turn and go into his bedroom.

There’s a quietness to the house that is oddly peaceful instead of the usual unsettling chill that silence can sometimes bring as you stand in your doorway waiting for Harry. You don’t have to wait long before Harry is walking down the hallway with a smile on his face and a playful gleam in his eyes as he holds both hands behind his back. You eye him suspiciously as he takes the last few steps so he’s standing in front of you, making you tilt your head up so you can look him in the eyes.

“You’re up to something.”

“I’m not I just…I saw it yesterday while I went to the store to grab stuff for dinner and-” Harry watches your face closely as he hands you a white water bottle that has the word Wifey on the front in a pretty cursive font written in a metallic silver color. “It made me think of you.”

“Please tell me they had one that said hubby and that you got it for yourself.” Harry lets out a laugh as your eyes look over the bottle in your hands and a grin takes over your face.

“Uh well…yeah they did and yes I got it so-”

“We can match!” Your excitement makes Harry’s heart vibrate as you do your signature happy dance that causes a few giggles to escape you, a stark contrast to the watery eyed woman he was just holding together a bit ago. “This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Your voice is soft and has an almost bouncy quality to it that has Harry following after you when you turn and walk into your bedroom so you can place the bottle on your nightstand.

“I’m glad you uhm…you uh like-like it.” Harry tries not to be so awkward, he really does but he can’t help but realize this is the first time he’s really been in your room since the two of you got married and it’s throwing him off. He tries to distract himself by looking around, noticing all the small touches that scream you, like the jewelry box on top of the dresser, the few picture frames you have on your nightstand and the robe that’s draped over the chair in front of your vanity.

“Harry.” His name rolling off your tongue has him automatically turning on his heels so he’s facing you and when his eyes find yours he feels at ease, his shoulder relax and his hands fall to his sides instead of being nervously clasped together behind his back. “There you are-was worried you were stuck in that head of yours again.” He lets out a nervous chuckle as he takes a small step closer to you.

“Sorry I was just looking at your photos and your uh silky looking uh robe thing and uhm…stuff.” You can’t help but smile at how even in moments like these Harry can’t help but be honest with you, even when it makes his cheeks turn pink and his finger twitch at his sides from embarrassment he can’t help himself, he will always be honest.

“Well uh I’m gonna go get uhm r-ready for bed but I’m glad you like your gift and thank you for all the help today on the speech…I really-really do appreciate it.” You almost stop him and ask him to stay, reassure him that he doesn’t need to rush off just because he said something silly like he was looking at your silk robe but you don’t want to make him feel obligated and one thing you know for certain is that Harry will more than likely do anything you ask him to do, even if it means he’s uncomfortable the whole time. So you just give him a warm smile and a nod as you stand near your nightstand, he returns the smile before heading out of your bedroom.

You let out a sigh as Harry disappears down the hall, you sit on the edge of your bed and are about to fall backwards and do a little doom scrolling before taking a shower when suddenly you hear the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway but this time they sounds like they are headed towards your room instead of away from it. You quirk an eyebrow and just as you stand up to go check and make sure Harry is okay, he’s standing in your doorway. He has a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before, their usual bright emerald green color has suddenly gone darker and it has your skin buzzing as he lets them slowly rake over your frame.

“Sorry I forgot something.” He’s moving towards you as the words leave his mouth, his voice still soft but with a deepness to it that has you swallowing thickly as you watch him step into your room.

“Oh wh-what is it?” You ask with a shaky voice as his gaze turns more intense the closer he gets to you.

“This.” His hands are cupping your face and he’s pressing his lips into yours before you can even process what’s happening. The kiss is hungry and desperate as if Harry is trying to take full advantage of his moment of bravery, his tongue is slipping into your mouth as a hand slides to the back of your neck and he gently nudges your sock clad foot with his so you can make room for him to slot himself between your legs.

Your hands tangle into his hair and a small gasp falls from you when you feel your back land on the soft sheets of your bed, Harry just swallows it down as his lips move against yours. His hand travels down to the hem of your t shirt slipping underneath it and a shiver runs down your spine as you feel his big hand lay flat against the soft skin of your tummy and slowly inches its way up until he’s cupping your breast over your bra.

When Harry’s lips make their way to your neck you feel not only out of breath but completely out of your mind with a sense of need, a need for the man who’s currently palming your breast and nipping at your neck to give you more. Normally you’d vocalize this, having no issue whatsoever with saying what you want and what you need from a partner but this isn’t just someone you’re having a casual moment with, this is Harry, you’re husband. So you decide to just see where he takes things, not wanting to make him feel rushed or uncomfortable because honestly as long as his lips and hands are on you in someway you don’t think you’d mind if this is all you get tonight.

“Is this okay?” His voice is gentle as he pulls back just enough for his eyes to lock with yours, his lips are kiss swollen, his cheeks are flushed with a light shade of pink and his hair is disheveled but what makes your heart weak is the way he has to adjust himself so he’s leaning most of his weight onto his left arm so he can push his glasses up letting you get a better view of his lust filled eyes.

“It’s more than okay.” You answer with a smile as you reach up and run your hands through his hair making him close his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“I’ve been thinking about this-”

“About you being on top of me like this? Really? I’m shocked.” Harry lets out a laugh as he looks down at you just in time for you to give him a playful little wink. “I thought you’d be more into me on top.” You state casually as your hands slide down his chest, Harry watches as you bite your bottom lip and it makes his cock twitch in his jeans. “You know…because you could keep your glasses on? Figured you’d be into that.” He shakes his head and you feel his chest vibrate with a low chuckle.

“I’m just into you.” You can’t wrap your brain around how adorably charming and romantic he is without even realizing it, his tone and his eyes letting you in on the fact he’s not teasing you he’s just being honest. “But don’t worry I’ll keep my glasses on while I ruin you-I know you like them.” His voice is husky and it takes you a minute to adjust to the sudden flip in Harry’s demeanor as he leans down with a smirk and captures your lips in a heated kiss.

He wastes no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth making a deep fire of need ignite low in your tummy as he deepens the kiss with every swipe of his tongue over yours. You don’t know where he’s been hiding this confidence as his hands move down your body, exploring every curve leaving a trail of heat in his wake but you don’t have time to think about it long before you feel his strong hands grip your hips and pull you closer to the edge of the bed making him smile against your lips as you let out a little startled squeak. Breaking the kiss Harry gazes into your eyes and you feel your heart pounding in your chest as he adjusts his glasses with a knowing smile.

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, voice laced with the kind of lust you’ve only heard in movies and it has you trying to clench your thighs together but Harry’s perfectly situated himself between them. You let out a tiny gasp as Harry leans down and begins placing open mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, his hand pushes up your shirt and soon you feel his lips traveling down your chest to your lower tummy his glasses lightly brushing against your heated skin making you shiver at the feeling of the cool metal on your sensitive skin.

“Harry.” You don’t mean for it to come out as a moan as you reach for his hair, urging him lower where he knows you’re craving him the most and when you feel his hot breath on your skin you can’t help but arch into his mouth needing more.

Harry smiles against your skin as he moves downward until he’s comfortably settled between your thighs, you feel a surge of anticipation go through your body as he presses soft kisses to the inside of your thighs as his hands begin to pull down your shorts. You instinctively lift your hips and slide your panties down your legs as well, hoping to get the process moving a little quicker and Harry just gives you a dark chuckle as you wiggle closer to the edge of the bed. When you look at him his stare is intense behind his glasses and then he licks his lips as he hungrily drags his eyes down to your glistening core and it’s in that moment you knew he wasn’t kidding.

He was really going to ruin you.

You swallow thickly as Harry’s hands grip your knees so he can spread your legs a little wider and then you feel his hold on them move so he’s now grabbing the backs of them so he can lift your legs onto his shoulders. You stare at him in a daze, his movements are smooth and he’s oozing a sense of confidence that would make it seem as if placing your legs on his broad shoulders so he can get a closer look at your soaked core is a casual and normal occurrence between the two of you and it has you gripping the sheets in anticipation for what’s going to come next.

“I’m going to take my time with you-feel free to be as loud as you want.” Harry says with a voice filled with raw lust. You rest your head on the bed just as his mouth lowers to your aching core, you shiver as his hot breath fans across your sensitive skin, his tongue immediately sliding through your slick folds, a low moan rumbles from deep in his chest as he gets a taste of you on his tongue.

“Oh my god.” You gasp, your hands tightening their hold on the sheets as intense pleasure floods your senses as he flicks your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue before slipping it back into your tight cunt. The way he swirls it around as he dives deeper into your heat causes a loud moan to tumble out of your mouth and has you feeling as if he somehow already knows your body better than anyone you’ve ever been with. Harry hums in approval when you reach down and slide a hand into his hair giving it a nice tug, the vibration sending electric shocks through your entire body.

“God you taste so good.” He mumbles against your core as he pushes two fingers into you making you arch your back as they curl up and expertly stroke the spot inside of you that has your hips jerking and your thighs trembling. “That’s it isn’t it baby? The spot that makes you feel good?” Your mind can’t focus on trying to form a response, only able to focus on the waves of pleasure washing over you as Harry flicks his tongue across your clit, the cool metal of his glasses occasionally pressing against the inside of your thighs somehow only intensifies the sensations, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop-please don’t stop.” You cry out in pure desperation, your hips bucking to try to match the pace of his fingers and tongue as they relentlessly work to make you come undone.

“Can feel you squeezing my fingers.” Harry growls, briefly lifting his head, his lips wet and glistening as he locks eyes with you through his glasses. “I’ve got you-just let go for me sweetheart.”

His words mixed with the intensity of his stare push you over the edge, pleasure exploding powerfully through your body. You scream his name as your legs tremble making him grab hold of your thighs to help keep you steady as he continues to work you through your climax, drawing out every delicious tremor until you’re utterly spent and your head is falling back against the bed and your hand releases its hold in his hair.

“Holy-oh fuck.” Your words get caught in your throat as Harry places a soft kiss to your sensitive clit making your hips jerk before gently moving your legs from his shoulder.

“I like the way my name sounds when you scream it.” Your cheeks get hot as Harry leans over you, a pleased expression on his face. “Are you okay?” And just like that Harry is back to being soft and sweet as he leans down and places a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Okay? No I’m-I’m not okay I’m….I don’t even know what I am but I’m doing way better than just okay.” Harry laughs at how flustered you sound as you try to get your breathing back to normal.

“Good.” His voice is low as he nips at the skin right below your ear. “But not done with you yet…so tell me now if you want me to stop.”

“I’m good yeah I-I don’t want to stop.” Your words are rushed and it has Harry smiling against your skin at how suddenly it’s you who can’t seem to get your words out smoothly and is a flushed mess beneath him.

You watch with wild eyes as he pulls away and stands up, you sit up so you’re leaning on your elbows letting you watch him as he starts to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, his eyes find yours as he pulls his jeans and his boxers down in one quick motion allowing you to get a full view of his hard cock. He watches your mouth drop open and your eyes go big and round as your eyes slowly roam over his lower half, taking in the size of him and he swears he could burst right then and there when you lick your lips.

“Oh okay so…you really are going to ruin me.” Your words come out with a sigh as you fall back onto the bed, Harry can’t help the laugh that falls from him and he moves so he’s once again hovering over you.

“You sure about this?” He asks in his usual velvety soft voice that has your heart racing. When you just nod in response he shakes his head as one of his hands reaches down and gives his cock a slow pump, the tip of it poking at your entrance. “Need words baby-you sure you want to do this?” You feel your eyes trying to roll back as he teasingly pushes the head of his cock into your wetness just to pull it out and drag it up and down your slick folds.

“Y-yes I want this please Harry-please give it to me.” The whine and pure desperation in your voice makes Harry’s cock throb as he slowly starts to push inside, your walls stretching and wrapping around him perfectly.

“What is it that you want?” His voice is deep and strained as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you until you’re feeling a sense of fullness like never before. “Tell me what you want love and I’ll give it to you.” He says with a groan as he quickly adjusts his glasses before he starts moving his hips in a slowly steady pace.

“Want you to f-fuck me please-oh god.” You let out a loud moan as Harry stands up, his hands gripping tightly onto your hips to keep you in place as he quickens his pace.

“You feel incredible.” Harry pants, eyes locked onto yours you see them swirling with an intense passion as he gives you a harsh thrust of his hips making the tip of his cock hit the spot that has your hands white knuckling the sheets. “Taking me so well baby-doing so good for me.” You let out a soft whine of his name as his sweet praises hit your ears, his eyes travel down from your face to where the two of you are connected and he lets out a groan as he watches the way his thick cock, glistening with your arousal slips in and out of your tight cunt.

“So big-feels so good.” You moan breathlessly as his grip on your hips tighten letting you know you’re probably going to have little bruises there tomorrow to serve as a reminder of the intense pleasure you’re feeling right now.

“Yeah you like the way my big cock stretches you out and makes you feel all full don’t you?” He watches your mouth fall open and a cry of his name flies out as he slides a hand over so it’s pressing gently onto your lower tummy while his thumb starts rubbing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “It’s all yours sweetheart-can make you feel this good all the time if you’ll let me.”

“S-so so close oh god yes yes-right there oh fuck.” Your moans turn louder and louder as Harry’s thrusts intensify, pounding into you making him continuously hit that sweet spot deep inside and soon you’re clenching around him making him tilt his head back and close his eyes to try to keep himself from bursting.

“That’s it baby just like that-feel so good squeezing me like this.” His voice is strained as he continues to pump his cock in and out of you, his thumb adding pressure to your clit making your back arch and his name to fall out of your mouth over and over like a chant. “You’re doing so good baby-shit you’re so beautiful when you’re soaking my cock.” You swear you see stars as your orgasm hits you, hard and intense but Harry just continues to fuck you through it, his hands holding the sides of your thighs to keep your legs around his waist as he chases his own release.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna come.” You feel his hands drop from your legs as he pulls out making you let out a tiny whimper at the abrupt loss of the fullness he was giving you but before you can open your mouth to say anything Harry is leaning over with one hand on the sheets next to your hip and the other firmly wrapped around his throbbing cock.

You lift your head and the sight before you has your mouth dropping open. Harry’s head is tilted towards the ceiling and his eyes are shut letting you get a beautiful view of his neck, his curls are a damp mess atop his head and the way his mouth falls open and he moans your name as he spills his hot release all over the front of your dripping cunt makes your toes curl and if your body didn’t feel like jello you would reach out and touch him just to make sure he’s really standing between your shaky thighs and this isn’t a dream.

“Holy shit.” He pants as he opens his eyes and looks down at you, a breathy chuckle falls from his lips as you just stare at him with wide eyes and a blissfully fucked out expression on your face. “You okay baby? Sorry for sort of rushing there at the end but I just-uhm well didn’t know if you were okay with me-”

“Whatever you want-I’m-I’m fine with.” You cut him off with a mumble making Harry just shake his head as he leans over you, fixing his glasses before he places his lips to the side of your face. “T-totally fine with it…whatever you want.” You add trying to really convince him that he can do whatever he wants with you.

“We can talk about it later.” He says with a laugh while he leans in so he can place a sweet kiss to your lips. “Come on-let’s get you cleaned up.” You blink up at him a few times before his hands are clasping around yours and he’s helping you stand up so he can walk you carefully to the bathroom where he effortlessly picks you up and sets you on the counter so he can start a bath.

“Yeah…I don’t think you’re ever getting rid of me.” You tell him with a dreamy sigh, Harry just gives you a shrug before looking at you over his shoulder, a dimpled grin on his face.

“Good.”

[em1i2a3]

i don’t know if you take requests but some yearning or very obvious bob having a crush on reader… like full on fluff and everyone makes fun of him cause he’s just that obvious

Plainclothes Man

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/Sentry x Avengers!Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone at the compound knows Bob has a massive crush on you–except you.

Warnings: Semi-Spoiler for Thunderbolts because of Bob’s involvement but other than that…None :)

Author's Note: Hey y’all! I do take requests! Just to make that clear! Nothing is really off limits! :) I love this idea! So I thought I would start with it. I kind of rushed it a bit because I have so many ideas going at once for Bob right now, but I wanted to please y’all so hopefully it’s good :)

Word Count: 1,775

Bob was a neon sign of romantic agony.

Everyone could see it.

He was about as subtle as a firework in a library when it came to you, and everyone–everyone but you–knew that he had very obvious feelings for you.

At first, it was just the little things. He would hold the door open for you, make your coffee in the morning, and sometimes he would walk you to your training sessions carrying all your weapons and gear. God forbid you mentioned needing help with something too, because it was like he teleported into the room instantly just to be your knight in shining armor.

It would’ve been sweet–it was sweet–except for the fact that he looked like he was going to pass out every time you smiled at him, or the fact that the first time you touched him he felt like he was having a heart attack.

Not only that, but at the Thunderbolts compound, privacy was a myth. Everyone noticed the way he put you first, and nobody had the emotional maturity to leave it alone, especially during down times when everyone was home with no missions or jobs to run off to.

Idle hands made for cruel commentary.

They started small. Little side-eyes, snorts, giggles, the occasional cough-covered ‘lover boy’ muttered under someone’s breath when Bob stood the moment you entered a room, like he was always on guard.

Then it escalated.

Yelena turned it into a sport, narrating his reactions like a nature documentary when you weren’t present.

”And here we see Bob Reynolds in his natural habitat–blushing violently, hands wringing in his lap, trying not to pass out because Y/N said his name. Observe how he avoids eye contact while trying to remember how to function.” This would make him even more flustered, and only add to his embarrassment of wearing his feelings on his sleeve.

“Please stop,” He would say, with his face on fire.

Ava took to mimicking Bob’s dreamy stares behind your back when the both of you would talk to one another, making sure there was grotesque exaggeration to every detail. How his eyes would widen, and his lips would part, oftentimes she would clutch her chest dramatically and sway from side to side, which only made his cheeks go a bright red as he was talking to you.

Even Alexei, who should’ve had better things to do, began to offer unsolicited advice.

”You must confess, Bob. Women like confidence. You must say, ‘I am man of strength and softness, let us be passionate together!’” Bob nearly choked on the air he breathed, blinking up at Alexei, who was nodding like he had just offered the secret to eternal happiness, and not a line from a Soviet soap opera.

”I…I’m not saying that,” Bob stammered, voice thin with embarrassment.

“Why not?” Alexei boomed, looking over at Walker and Yelena as if they were going to back him up, “You are soft man! Strong man! Women love this contradiction!” Walker sipped his protein shake without looking up from his phone.

”Honestly Bob…It’s not the worst idea he’s had.” Bob looked like someone had just pulled the emergency brake on his nervous system. He was stunned by the agreement the idea was receiving, then he rubbed his hands over his face, like he could scrub away the humiliation clinging to his skin.

”I can’t say that…I’ll die in the middle of it.” Bob muttered, his hands muffling his voice, before hearing a little chuckle coming from Yelena.

”You’re like watching a candle melt under a heat lamp…Take it easy on yourself Bob.” She said, leaning back in her chair.

”Seriously,” Ava added, leaning against the counter with a yogurt in her hand, “ Just say something. Anything at this point will be better than nothing. And please hurry up, because you’re starting to give us secondhand embarrassment with this mating dance you’re doing.” Bob was about to say something then the door creaked open, causing him to pause mid conversation.

Bucky walked in with a towel draped around his neck, drenched in sweat from the endurance run he had done on the treadmill just moments ago, with a look of vague concern on his face.

”What’s with all the noise? I heard Alexei yelling about passion through the vents.” He said, glancing over at everyone who was crowded in the kitchen.

”We’re trying to get Bob to confess his undying love for Y/N.” Yelena replied, watching as Bucky looked over at Bob who was hunched over the kitchen island and flushing a scarlet red.

”Oh,” He said, like it suddenly made perfect sense, “…Wait, he still hasn’t said anything?” He added, confused.

“Nope,” Walker responded, still scrolling through his phone, not bothering to look up, “Somehow he’s been able to keep the verbal diarrhea to a minimum with her.”

“Barely. Last week she complimented him on how strong he was for carrying six bags of groceries for her in one go and he stammered over a thank you for two whole minutes.” Bucky let out a little laugh.

”Pretty sure you’re describing a stroke, not a crush/“ He started, wiping his face off with his towel, “What exactly are you waiting for, Bob? A written invitation from the president or something?” Before Bob even had a chance to answer, the door creaked open again, and you appeared.

You were still damp from the shower you had taken a few minutes ago, with your hair pinned back, and your skin still flushed from the heat of the water. You had on a soft, oversized t-shirt and…Bob’s sweatpants. He had given them to you last week without prompt, saying that you would be warmer in them, and since then, you managed to forget to give them back–whether it was on purpose or by accident, nobody really knew for sure.

Yelena had caught it immediately though.

”Wow…Y/N, those are some nice sweatpants, where’d you get them from?” She drawled, grinning like a cat that had just spotted a mouse. You glanced down at them and pointed.

”These? They’re Bob’s actually, so I have no clue where they’re from, but they’re super comfy.” Bob made a noise that could only be described as a choked squeak, as everyone glanced over at him in their own small ways. Yelena grinned.

”Oh, Bob’s, huh?” You nodded cheerfully, completely missing the way Bob’s soul was visibly leaving his body.

“Yeah, I was freezing after that mission last week and he just gave them to me. I forgot to return them, but they’re just too good to give up.” You replied, looking down at them fondly, like they were a luxury item of sorts, before adjusting the waistband a little bit, “Hope you’re okay if I keep them a little longer before giving them back to you.” You added, with a little smirk.

Bob–already pink from neck to ears–opened his mouth but only managed a soft, and cracked, “Yeah…Yeah totally fine.”

You smiled at him–kind, and warm, and totally unaware of how he was going to spontaneously combust in a few moments if you didn’t stop looking at him the way you always did, with this admiration and care.

Yelena nudged Ava as you turned to the pantry to grab your tote bag.

”I was about to actually go on a grocery run, I figured it’s a good time to stock up for movie night tomorrow…Bob, do you wanna come?”

He lifted his head almost immediately, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard you correctly–or like he was still rebooting from the sight of you wearing his sweatpants again and saying you might want to keep them longer.

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, and everyone else looked at him like a firing squad waiting to shoot.

”I-uh…Grocery run?” Yelena pressed her lips together to hold back a grin, before glancing over at Bucky who was shaking his head, then Walker glanced up from his phone, staring at him with a look that basically screamed ‘don’t you dare blow this.’

“Yeah, “ You said with a casual smile, “I was actually going to go because they finally restocked those kettle chips you like, and that weird sparkling iced tea…The lemon honey one. But I thought I’d just kill two birds with one stone and just take the whole movie night snack order now and get it over with…Y’know what I mean?” Bob felt like his entire chest was going to cave in under your words. The fact you remembered such little details about him killed him, because it gave him those butterflies in his stomach–the ones that gave him hope. Dangerous, reckless hope.

”He’ll go.” Yelena replied, “He’s not doing anything anyways, he’s super available right now, aren’t you Bob?” All eyes turned to him.

“I–uh…”

“He lives for those late night grocery runs,” Ava chimed in, “You’ve made his week.” Bucky crossed his arms, clearly entertained.

”Oh yeah, didn’t you say twenty minutes ago that your dream night would be picking out snacks with a girl you–respect deeply as a teammate?” He piled on, causing Bob to swallow loudly.

“Well that’s perfect then! I’ll meet you in the garage in five minutes!” You said brightly, giving him one last smile that probably shaved three years off his life expectancy before you turned and strolled out of the kitchen, with your tote bag bouncing against your hip. Everyone waited until the front door clicked to interrupt the silence.

”Oh Jesus.” Bob said, sinking his face into his hands, hearing Yelena clap like a coach at halftime.

”Alright, let’s lock in–because if you mess this up, Bob, you’re probably never getting another invite like that again.” Ava pointed her spoon at him like a judge handing down a sentence, before saying.

”And it’s the first time she’s asked you to come with her somewhere instead of you tripping over your shoelaces to offer a hand, so that’s a good sign.”

“Yeah,” Bucky added dryly, “So don’t think yourself into a grave for the love of god, because you’ve done it all backwards. She’s supposed to be wearing your clothes when you’re dating, not before.” Bob groaned louder.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.”

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PRANKING ROOMMATE TOJI THAT YOU’RE MOVING OUT FOR APRIL FOOLS

Toji stepped through the front door, the familiar heavy thud of his leather boots clomping and echoing on the tiled floor. He dropped his keys with a clang and sighed as he leaned against the doorframe, clearly worn out from the day.

“Hey Toji,” you said as you stood by the doorway, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible, “Can we talk for a second?”.

His eyes narrowed slightly and you could tell he was already on alert because of the serious detection in your tone. “Yeah, what is it? You sound a bit too serious”.

You took a deep breath, practically forcing yourself to stay composed. “I’ve been thinking…” You hesitated for a moment, searching his face before finally saying it. “I think it’s time for me to move out”.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. Ever since you’ve moved in together, things had been easy and comfortable. You two got along well, no drama, no issues, so this came out of nowhere.

His brow furrowed as he set his work bag down. “Wait, what? Why? You serious?”

You nodded slowly, watching his expression shift to disarray and confusion, maybe even a flicker of something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” you said, keeping your tone steady. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I’ve already started looking at places… I just think it’s time for a change”.

For a second, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, his tired and weary eyes scanning your face. You could see him trying to figure out if you were joking or not. After a beat, he stepped closer, his voice dropping a little. “Hold on. You’re really gonna just leave? Just like that?”

You nodded again, trying to keep up the act. “Yeah. I don’t want to be a burden, you know? With your job and everything… it’s just better if I go”.

He didn’t move at first, his arms crossed tightly, like he was trying to process what you said. You could see the gears turning in his head, his usual confident demeanor slipping just a little.

His jaw tightened, his broad shoulders looking even more imposing as he walked over to you. You could feel the tension building, and you had to hold back a grin. Toji was a tough guy— tougher than most people but right now, you could see the concern flickering in his eyes. It was working and he looked so so defeated but also trying his best to keep himself up.

“Look,” he finally said, his voice low and gentle. “I don’t know what’s going on but you don’t need to leave. I— shit if it’s rent, I can help you out more. You don’t gotta go. We can work something out y/n”.

For a moment, you almost felt bad— he sounded so sincere like he was genuinely trying to figure out how to fix things. You wanted to laugh at how serious he was because you had never really seen this side of him before but you held back. It was almost too easy.

You let the silence hang in the air before you dropped the bomb. With a smirk, you leaned back and said, “April Fools”.

Toji froze, his eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to process what you just said. Then slowly, his expression shifted. He let out a sharp sigh, clearly annoyed as fuck but mostly relieved. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass, you know that?”

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach because of how funny it was. “You should’ve seen your face. You totally fell for it!”

“You little brat,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a light chuckle. He took a step closer and before you knew what was happening, he reached down and squeezed your cheek— hard enough to make your face squish between his fingers.

“Next time you pull something like that, I’ll get you back,” he warned, his voice playful but more relaxed. You gasped, flailing a little as you tried to push his bigger hand away. “Oww! Hey! You can’t just—”

Toji laughed, obviously pleased with the reaction. “Don’t fuck with me, kid. You’re lucky I even like you”.

You rubbed your cheek, half amused and half annoyed. “That was mean!” you whined, still trying to fight the grin that was spreading across your face. He gave you a knowing look. “You deserve it, I thought I was losing my mind for a second there”.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t keep the smile from creeping up on your face. “Just wait until next time. I’ll get you back even more”.

Toji gave you a pointed look, just relieved that you’re even implying there’s gonna be a next time. He walked over to the fridge to grab a beer to calm his nerves. “You’ve got some nerve pulling that on me in the first place, I’ve had a long day, kid”

You grinned, but your heart skipped a little. It was moments like these— his teasing, the soft side of him that made living with Toji so entertaining and easy.

You knew he wasn’t actually mad. In fact, you could tell he was secretly impressed that you even pulled it off.

“Next time I pull a prank, it’s gonna be worse so watch out, old man,” you teased. “Yeah yeah, sure,” he muttered, cracking open the beer. “We’ll see about that”.

[buckysfaveplum]

groupie

summary: he’s your punkrocker. your star. but sometimes you wonder if you’re just a groupie, if he sees you the same

pairing: clark kent x female reader

word count: 6.5k

warnings: um an asshole on a date who kinda gets touchy pressures reader? and words like bitch, nothing else really, just fluffy two idiots pining for each other and being goofy. and yearninggg

a/n: y'all have to go to tiktok and listen to Leonie Biney's "Groupie" cause that was the inspiration for this fic. literally such a beautiful song and I pray she releases it! and pls! do not interpret this as Lois slander or hate cause no no no she is my fave and I do not want this fandom doing to her what the MCU fandom did to Sharon...okie luv ya

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“And I was like ‘Sarah, I’m sorry but you know I don’t wanna be tied down right now…” You tried to listen as Jimmy enthralled you with his latest dating escapades. Unfortunately, if he dared to give you a pop quiz after, you’d likely fail.

Your fingers tapped fervently against your keyboard, filling the search bar with gibberish. You slouched into your seat, pulling your feet up onto the faded leather and hugging your knees. It’s not that you were ignoring Jimmy, but it was hard to focus when the seat across from you was empty.

Clark had been gone for about an hour now, leaving the office in a rush. While everyone else figured he’d be off on an interview, looking at photos for his next article, or even taking a break, you knew better. As soon as you saw his brows furrow while gripping his phone, you knew he’d be leaving. With a tight-lipped smile and a squeeze of your hand from across the desks, he was gone.

It always scared you, watching him bolt out the door to throw himself into the closest danger he could find. You knew it was a bit ridiculous to worry, he was a 6’4” all-powerful alien being— and he wasn’t even yours, just your best friend.

He never intended to tell you about his little side job, not for a lack of trust or anything. But from a place of desire to protect you. Placing that knowledge in you would open you up to many opportunities that could put you in danger, just from knowing him. He wouldn’t risk your life like that. But shit happens.

He didn’t want to end up at your place, but he was being cornered and knew he wouldn’t get out to his fortress in time without being followed. He ducked away to an alley to shed his suit before escaping to your apartment, the only place he felt safe. When he showed up at your door black and blue, he knew he needed to come clean. You’d never tell a soul, taking the secret to the grave to keep him safe. Since then, you became the only person he had to truly confide in when it came to being Superman.

“Y/n, are you even listening?” Jimmy said, snapping you out of your daze. Your eyes shot up from your keyboard to see the young man staring at you with a confused look. “Where were you just now?”

“I don’t know, Jim,” you said, leaning back in your chair with a sigh. “But if I'm being honest, your ‘lady stories’ are getting to be a lot.” You let out a joking giggle as he spun away on his swivel chair, turning back to his work and leaving you be. As you began to return to your work, finally deciding to be responsible and finish editing images for your next article, the familiar sound of Lois’ boots echoed behind you.

“Hey there, shutterbug,” she said as she rounded the corner of your desk, pulling Clark’s empty chair up to sit. You rolled your eyes at the name, giving her a playful scoff.

“You know, if I had a ridiculous nickname that I called you all the time, you would lose it,” you said, continuing to adjust the vibrance on your shot.

“Yeah, but that’s why it’s so fun, y/n, you never get upset,” she said as she sipped her, what you’d like to call, coffee. You’d seen her pour half a sugar container into a cup of tea before and complain it was too bland. “Besides, it’s not ridiculous. It’s fitting.”

Your eyes keep glancing over to the door, wondering if Clark would zip through any moment and slip back into his hunched and sly persona. It was strange at first, adjusting to knowing both sides of Clark Kent. You thought that the awkward and introverted man you met on your first day at the Daily Planet was him, until Superman became just as much a part of your life. The real Clark was somewhere between the two, a man who was shy in large groups but lit up your face when alone. A man who pretended to be very reserved yet could be the wittiest person you’d ever met. What was the strangest to adjust to was the confidence, something that you assumed was the real him, hidden from the world of Clark Kent, but reserved for Superman and you.

“Y/n? Y/n?” Lois asked, leaning in as she tried to get your attention.

“Oh, sorry, what were you saying?” you asked, pulling your gaze from the door. She gave you a knowing smirk and rolled her eyes.

“Waiting on Wonderboy?”

“No, no, I was just…”

Lois rose from her spot, walking past you with a giggle. Before she could say something, the door opened, and in a frazzled hurry, Clark rushed through. His arms were full of papers, his bag half zipped with the latest issue hanging out, and an iced coffee crunched between his calloused hands. You swore your cloud of frantic energy and lost focus disappeared at the sight of him.

Once he reached your desk, he placed the coffee next to your mouse, followed by a quick peck to the top of your head. Blush burst across your cheeks, and you pulled your lip between your teeth. He said nothing following the act, just shuffling his paper and slipping back into his seat. You turned to Lois to see her smirk and trace a heart with her fingers before walking back to her desk.

You glanced down at the iced coffee, the condensation dripping from the plastic cup and leaving a soft ring on the wood. Every time Clark left work to handle a situation, you could expect your favorite coffee when he returned. You knew not to read into it; it was clearly a cover for why he was gone. But that didn’t stop a part of you from hoping it was more.

You leaned across the desks and tapped his arm. A flustered Clark snapped his attention to you, shocked out of his focus but still gave you a soft smile.

“Hey,” you said.

"Hey, darling," he said.

Your hand moved to the cuff of his shirt. Below, you could see a sliver of the blue suit peaking out. Without another word, you took his large hand in yours, gently sliding the fabric back up under the crisp linen of his mundane clothes.

His kind eyes relaxed as he watched your hands work. He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face as your hands brushed his. As much as he hated leaving, having every minute with you cut short, these were his favorite moments. The soft and intimate seconds where everything was calm and just the two of you.

You finished, leaning back in your chair with a wink. His lips mouthed a thank you before turning back to his computer. As you finished your work, you sipped at the watered-down coffee, occasionally glancing at your best friend and trying not to get further distracted.

What was Perry thinking when he put your desks together?

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The sun had been down for a while now, taking away the warm light that coated Metropolis as you sat on your fire escape. The nightlife of the city began to crawl out, with the drunk laughter of college kids and the bumping music of a club on your street that always seemed to play the worst hits.

Your hand nursed a glass of cheap Moscato, poured into a regular water cup with ice cubes. While you would’ve loved a long-stemmed drink, Clark accidentally shattered the last of your collection last week.

The glass you thought would last long enough for him to finish his nightly patrol of the city turned into two. It wasn’t every night, but more often than not, you’d find yourself waiting up for your caped friend. Your apartment was always the last stop of his nightly duties before returning to his place for the night. He’d slip into the dark alley or the roof before shedding his suit and coming to yours in whatever random clothes he happened to have stashed. You noticed he’d do this, placing a change of clothes around your building for when he reached you. After a while, he started to notice whatever he stashed was folded neatly in plastic bags with a crudely drawn pink heart on the outside.

Your fingers tapped against the glass as you waited. The thoughts of your chat with Lois kept creeping back in, grabbing hold of your insecurities and refusing to let go. Was it that obvious that you were waiting for him? That the thought of him so fully consumed you?

It wasn’t your intention to develop feelings for him; you never liked to mix work or friendships with anything more. But you couldn’t help it. Not when your desk neighbor started bringing you coffees, when he was picking up your copies from the machine and delivering them to you, pre-stapled, or when he would pull his seat around to you and lean on your desk just to watch and sit near you. It wasn’t easy to avoid feelings when the kindest and most genuine man you’d met would stake out in his costume on your apartment roof on the days you were sick, to make sure you would be protected. And it certainly wasn’t easy when you noticed how much you’d long for his return when he’d leave.

You always tried to hide it, to keep things as they’d always been. But the two of you were closer, closer than any normal friends would be. It wasn’t crazy to imagine things changing one day. Yet you never saw a sign.

Somewhere between getting up for a sweater for the cold breeze and finishing your second glass, you saw a blur of red and blue zipping towards your building. With a smirk, you raised your glass to him, only to be met with a wink and a nod towards your place. You slipped back through your window and headed to the kitchen, leaving your drink in the sink and digging through the fridge for one of Clark’s favorite beers. One of the perks of your loud and young leaning neighborhood was the local grocery store that had a create your own 6-pack section in the back. You always saved that sixth spot for Clark’s favorite.

You heard the soft knock at the door as you headed over to the window, resuming your place with water and beer in hand. A moment after getting cozy, you heard the thud of Clark’s bag behind you as he settled into the spot next to you on the small iron platform.

“Busy night?” you asked, passing him the beer. He took the cold drink in his large hand, popping the sealed cap off with a flick of his finger. You did your best to choke down the fluttering feelings starting to rise.

“Not really, I just ended the night by helping a an older woman up to her apartment with some grocery bags that were too darn heavy for her,” he said, taking a swig of the drink. “Took longer than I thought. She insisted I have tea and cookies.” You couldn’t control the laughter that escaped your lips. You almost choked on your water.

“What?!” He asked, exasperated but amused. 

“What kind did she make?” You tried to reel in the laughter, but it was too cute to imagine. Big Clark hunched at a kitchen table with a little elderly woman eating cookies and tea in his Superman suit.

“Snickerdoodle,” he deadpanned.

“Aw, poor Clark,” you knew he hated snickerdoodles, but being the man he was, there was no doubt in your mind that he ate at least three to make the woman happy. “Well, I’m glad your date was nice!”

He scoffed and set his drink down before quickly grabbing you and pulling you into him. His arms held him tight to you and kept you trapped. As you jokingly cried out to be released, his hand messed with your hair. Your laughs echoed off the iron of the fire escape and down onto the streets. By the time he let you go, you were trying to catch your breath.

“Speaking of dates,” you started. “I have one this Saturday…?”

Clark’s ears perked. You were no superhuman, but you swore you saw his jaw tighten briefly.

“Y-yeah?” he asked, turning to look at you.

You debated even telling him. It wasn’t even of your own volition. Just a setup your friends stuck you with; some guy they knew through friends of friends.

“It’s nothing, just a friend set up. But…yeah,” if you were being honest, the only reason you said yes was the slightest chance they could make your feelings for Clark lessen.

He was silent for a moment, just a moment, before that smile you loved so much came back. Yet it was different. You didn’t want to read into anything. But was it possibly forced?

“That’s…that’s great, y/n,” he said.

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Thursday came quicker than expected; it was always your favorite day of the week. Friday always felt sluggish and like anxious waiting for the clock to hit five. Wednesday reminded you that the week was only halfway done. But Thursday, Thursday was perfect. So close to the end, bringing a giddy energy and drive to finish the week strong.

You strolled into the office, a large Diet Coke and a pastry in hand. While you loved coffee, sometimes you needed a fizzy boost of energy that tasted like chemicals and caffeine. On the way in, you happened to pass the local donut shop near your neighborhood. It was nothing special to you, but it was Clark’s favorite. Did he even like donuts? No, of course not, he hated them. Yet you knew him well enough to know that he thought the best apple turnovers in the city were there. Leave it to Clark to go to a donut spot specifically for the only pastry that wasn’t a donut.

Walking past the shop, you decided to grab him one, something to make up for those snickerdoodles he suffered through a few nights ago. It wasn’t anything special, just something to make him smile. But once you reached your desk, yours began to slip.

Lois was sitting on the edge of his desk while he sat and fiddled with his pen. They were close, you couldn’t deny it. That wasn’t what got you, though — that was his laughing. Maybe it was your insecurities, maybe you were distorting it all in your head. You swore it sounded louder and more carefree than with you. You could be wrong, but…

As you approached, Clark eyed you and flashed a quick smile. You tried to pull yours back up, to show him the pastry bag, but before you could even lift your arm, he was back to his conversation. Your heart began to constrict as you tried to just shake it off.

Settling into your desk, their chat began to drift into your ears. Some quips from Lois and feigned shyness by Clark before something caught your attention. It’s a date, see you tomorrow.

You froze. So caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice as Lois squeezed your shoulder and that ever-welcoming ‘hi’ she always reserved for you in the mornings.

Clark may have started talking to you, but you didn’t notice. How could you? 

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, leaning in across the desk. You snapped out of your haze long enough to catch his eyes. They were ever kind, ever dedicated to you, like always. As if the conversation you had just witnessed didn’t happen.

You said nothing, just giving him a tight-lipped smile as you slid the pastry bag over to his desk before slipping on your headphones and clocking in.

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“I should just show up in dirty sweats!” you said, tossing another dress on your bed. 

“Come on, y/n, you look great in anything,” Clark said. You’d been on the phone with him for an hour and a half by now, pacing the mess you’d made in your apartment as you frantically tried to find an outfit for your date. 

Clark’s apartment was uncanny and tranquil for a Saturday night. Most weeks, the sounds of your combined laughter would fill the space. Playful arguments over what to order for dinner, then a bit of calm shared over what always seemed to be Chinese or pizza, before bickering over a movie. It was comfortable, it was consistent, it was you and him.

He sat on his couch, antsy as his hands wrung together in his lap, the phone on speaker as an attempt to not snap it in half. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t handle it. The thought of you spending the evening with some other guy, some man who could never treat you how he could. Who wouldn’t respect, hold, or love you the way- wait, did he say love?

“You know, there’s still time to cancel….you could come over,” you said, desperately wanting him to tell you not to go.

Of course, he didn’t want you to go. Your offer was all he wanted. The idea of you choosing him over this man was like a drug. He should’ve said something right there, should’ve told you. But would that be selfish? Surely you didn’t have feelings for him the way he did for you, how could you? This was just pre-date jitters and the want for something familiar, for your best friend. 

Nothing more. No, no, he couldn’t be selfish ...— never when it came to you.

“No… no, go, you’ll have fun,” he said, running a hand over his face.

“...I’d rather hang with you…” You were being bold, pushing, and hoping he’d get the hint. 

No, he had to take himself off the table. If he didn’t, you’d never choose yourself, always him. 

“I…I can’t, and…I don’t really want to. I need some alone time,” he said. A lie. Clark never lied, well, rarely, and certainly not with you.

The phone was silent on your end; all he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears. He regretted it immediately. So why couldn’t he take it back?

“Okay… yeah, no, you’re right,” you said. Your voice was smaller, more reserved, and tame. That wasn’t you, never with him. “Well, I’ll let you go, I don’t wanna take up more of your time.”

No no no nonononono

You never could do that. Never. His time wasn’t even his; it was all yours. Every bit he could spare was yours. He couldn’t even admit it to himself yet, but if he was torn between a city threat and saving you, he’d be terrified that the city would perish.

He bolted from the couch, tearing the phone off the table and stumbling to keep it in his grip. The sides of the sleek smartphone began to bend under his fingers. He messed up, he made a mistake. But he couldn’t speak. If he did, he would tell you everything. 

“I hope you had fun on your date with Lois yesterday,” you said.

“No, y/n, wait-” The phone went dead, the line ended, and the screen flashed back to your contact page.

Fuck

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The date was bad, bad to say the least. You seemed to forget, having spent all your time with Clark, just how demeaning and violating men could be. Everything was going fine, a little dull, but nothing terrible. Well, maybe it was terrible. Maybe it was awful. He didn’t ask you anything about yourself. Hell, he forgot your name halfway through and had to ask again. And come to think of it, he tried to dictate your order. Said a woman should not be drinking a beer and pushed you towards a red wine or a Cosmopolitan.

By the time you finally got out of the restaurant, which you thought meant you were home free, he was all over you. A hand on the back, down your arm. Moving to your waist and trying to go lower. He took your hand and led you towards his car. You jolted away, not only uninterested in him but having no interest in spending an evening with him after having just met.

You slipped your hand from his grasp, taking a few steps back, thanking him for the evening and dinner; anything you could do to get away. That’s when the flood of names came: bitch, slut, tease. The asshole managed to slip one more comment in about how you owed him after he paid for your dinner before slamming his door in your face and leaving you on the sidewalk.

You began the walk home, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt at staying warm. You never should’ve gone out. You should’ve stayed in. You wanted Clark, wanted to be in his arms, to feel his thick hands pushing back your hair and the steady breaths from his chest all evening. 

With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone. You sent a few texts before caving to a call.

hey are you there?

i’m sorry i shouldn’t have snapped.

are you home? i really need to see you, please?

Your call rang through before the sound of his awkward answering machine played. Well, that could mean he missed the call. Or he was asleep. Maybe his phone was dead. If it was sent after a few rings, that would mean he chose to ignore you. There was some hope.

You didn’t want to be a burden or invade his alone time. But this was Clark. The same Clark who always said his home was yours, that the locks on his deadbolt didn’t apply to you. Clark, who would drop everything the minute he saw the very chance of a tear or frown on your face. He always said if you were lost or scared or hurt, come find him. As much as it hurt, as pathetic as it felt, you changed directions and hopped on the subway to his place.

His neighborhood was quiet and small, much less chaotic and lively than the trendy area of Metropolis, where you happened to snag a rent-controlled place. As you walked up the street to his building, the familiar diner on the corner caught your eye. The one you’d spend every Monday evening with him. A start of the week tradition where you’d squeeze into the same side of the booth and down coffees and sodas til you were falling asleep on his shoulder.

The warm orange light of the retro diner spilled out onto the street, calling you over. But by the time you reached it, the calming energy it once provided you faded into something crushing. In the front booth pressed against the glass, you saw Jimmy, Lois, and Clark at a table full of coffees and probably lukewarm fries. He said he wanted to be alone, and didn'twanna spend time with you because he wanted to spend the evening alone. Now you realize that wasn’t the truth. He just didn’t want to spend time with you.

Before you could back away and rush back to the safety of your neighborhood, Lois noticed you by the streetlight. She reached over the booth, waving at you through the window and motioning for you to come join them. The action caused Clark to turn, catching your eyes full of hurt and embarrassment. The two of you were in sync, as soon as he rose from the booth and raced out the door, you had bolted for the subway. 

He missed you, reaching the steps just after you had disappeared into the evening. He stood there alone, a deep sting in his chest and a fullness in his lungs that stopped his breathing. He fucked up. He fucked up so bad.

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The last few days were slow, agonizing. The Daily Planet had become the location of your hide-and-seek game with Clark. One that only you seemed to be playing. You withdrew, spending far more time in the dark room and more time out on site catching shots; anything that would help you avoid the metahuman you had become far too attached to.

It all hit you at once, just how embarrassingly, head-over-heels, and completely in love you had fallen. How much you had allowed him to consume you, how totally devoted you became to him. It was pathetic, of course, he didn’t feel the same. 

Things became painfully awkward fast. Each time your eyes met, each time he crossed your purposefully Clark exclusive path, it was like time stopped. It was a game of chicken, who would cave first, usually you. He’d freeze and give you those kind eyes, laced with a sadness you rarely saw, before taking a cautious step in your direction. He only ever got one in before you dashed like a baby deer. He never took a second step.

Today was a day you didn’t need to pack running shoes. Clark’s desk sat empty from morning to evening. You knew nothing was happening in the city, and the streets seemed to be remarkably serene. He must’ve had enough of your antics, needed to get away from the anxiety you brought, that clouded your desk. That had to be it.

What confused you, though, was the note. Coming back from your lunch, you saw it tucked by your computer with your coffee order and your favorite, a Boston creme donut, wrapped in the bag of Clark’s favorite donut shop. Looking around, he wasn’t in the building. Jimmy or Lois hadn’t seen him all day. The note was messy, the kind of handwriting you assumed was scratched out mid-flight in a blue and red suit.

Can we talk, please? Are we okay?

Were you okay? It had never been like this. Never could you have imagined how bad things would get. You always assumed that if your friendship with Clark crumbled, it would be from revealing your harboured feelings. Turns out that wasn’t even necessary.

“You look cute today,” Lois’s voice caught your attention. She came up behind you, leaning a hand on your desk and peeking at the note. “Is that from Boy Genius?”

“Yeah, um… I don't know what’s going on with us,” you said.

“Is that why you didn’t come join us Saturday?” she asked as she sat on the corner of your desk.

“No, we… we were fine before that, I think, but,” you sighed. If things were shit with Clark, maybe you could be honest with someone. “I think my feelings messed everything up. I think he meant more to me than I did to him.”

“You’re joking, right?” Lois’ tone wasn’t meant to be harsh, but maybe it was what you needed. Her face didn’t exactly hide her exasperation. “Y/n, I always thought you two were idiots with how obnoxious you were with refusing to get together. But if you can’t see how painfully devoted that man is to you, then I can’t help you.”

You didn’t know what to say, your fingers just stayed brushing against the rough pulp of his note, bumping over the indents from his pen.

Lois was honest to a fault and blunt. Surely she took no pleasure in playing you for a fool. But what about her date with him?

“Y/n, that man spent all of Friday evening gushing about you to me. ‘Oh, that reminds me of y/n’, ‘did you know y/n puts this in her coffee?’, ‘well that’s not how y/n sets her margins’, blah blah blah!” she said, rolling her eyes. “I had to actually ban your name from our conversation to get any work done.”

That confused you. Work?

“Work? I thought, I thought it was a date,” you said. Lois’ eyes went wide, and her mouth released an amused and somewhat shocked oh. Her face showed just how oblivious she thought you were.

“Really, you actually thought he’d entertain anything with me when you live and breathe on this planet?” she said with a sigh. “Clark is so not my type. No, we needed to meet up to go over a Superman interview he promised he’d get for me.”

She continued to mutter under her breath about how ‘he always hogged the hero’s media statements,’ but you began to tune out. Was she telling the truth? Did Clark really feel that way?

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Your walk home was shrouded in panicked thoughts. Of your relationship and how royally you had burned it to ash. All because you were too stupid to just say something. 

The lights of the city glowed as the sun had long disappeared. Your habit of staying late in the dark room came with downsides, like the walk home alone. Whenever this would happen, Clark would insist on staying, or at the very least, he’d wait for a text from you when you were ready, upon which he’d rush back to walk to your place. That hadn’t been the case the last week. He was nowhere to be seen.

Another part of your poor planning was the rain. You left your umbrella at home. Your jacket was pulled tight over your head, trying to no avail to salvage any of your dignity as the rain covered you. Your dress and shoes were drenched as a hot summer rain flooded the streets and soaked your hair. Any work that was done that day must’ve been ruined as your bag became three pounds heavier with rain.

The leather of your loafers squeaked as rain puddled against your socks. It seemed like everything could only get worse. And of course it did.

You couldn’t escape the feeling of being followed, that someone was lurking behind, always watching your next move. Finally mustering up enough courage, you peeked your head around. No one, the street was solely yours. 

You stopped, turning and checking around, but kept being met with the empty lights of Metropolis. That was until you looked up.

Clark hovered just out of sight, staying tucked near the tops of the short buildings of your neighborhood. Clad in his suit, you had nothing to say. You sighed, giving him a resigned and tight-lipped smirk.

“You’re following me?” You asked.

“I know you don’t want me around, I just needed to know you’d get home safe this week,” he said.

He lowered himself to you, landing next to you with an ease you always admired. It had been a while since he was so close to you; it was like seeing him again for the first time. It always left you stunned by how massive his height was.

Without a word, he lifted his cape, pulling it tight and creating a tent over your head. You never broke eye contact, but he was cautious, as if giving you a chance to leave. You don’t.

The walk to your apartment is silent. Except for the sounds of the city that never dulled and the pattering of the rain. Once you reached your place, he stopped. Without a word, you turned and nodded to the alley that led to the back door of your building. He watched you slip through the door and latch it behind you before he rushed through the back.

You barely reached your door before he was coming up behind you from the escape stairwell. You fumbled with your keys before letting the two of you into your place. He walked in, heading into your living room, but you stalled at the door, leaning back and leaving the keys in the lock.

“Clark,” you said.

“What’s going on with us?” he asked, coming closer. He refused to look away, leaving you to duck your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you said.

That wasn’t totally true. You knew what was wrong, you loved him — he didn’t feel the same.

“About Saturday,” he started. You pushed yourself away from the door and set your bag down on your table.

“We don’t have to-” You tried to stop him, but he refused to let miscommunication make this worse.

“No, no. I need to explain,” he said. “Y/n, Jimmy and Lois were in the neighborhood and asked me to come. Well, more like dragged me. They knew I was having a rough night.”

You furrowed your brows.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you tell me? Why did you say you needed to be alone? You always come to me when something’s wrong,” you began to strip your soaked shoes and shook some rain from your hair. 

It didn’t matter how tense the room was, he refused to let you be uncomfortable. Clark rushed to the bathroom, leaving you confused. Only to return with a towel and come close, wrapping you tight. Once you took the terry cloth and held it in place, you expected him to back up. He didn’t.

“Y/n, I couldn’t, that’s the problem. You were the problem,” he said. You tried not to show your hurt, but failed. He shook his head, taking your shoulders and keeping your attention. “You didn’t do anything…I just. Your date. I couldn’t handle it.”

“You never said…” You looked down. “I didn’t even want to go, I told you I wanted to see you.”

“I know, I know, darling, I-” his hands moved to hold your face, and he stepped closer. “I just thought, I thought you wouldn’t ever find someone with me around. I thought my feelings would be holding you back… That’s why I said what I said, why I lied.”

You were quiet as he spoke. No matter how the butterflies in your stomach rampaged, you couldn’t deny the euphoria of his large hands on you.

“I always want you around, y/n,” he started. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you at mine.”

It was silent for just a moment. Without his ramblings, you could see how close he really was. With a shaky breath, you spoke.

“I only went on the date to try to get over you,” you said. That got his attention. You swore you could feel the slightest tightening of his grip on you. You tried to finish, but nothing came up. 

All you could think about was what Lois said. Was she right? Were you really just reading everything wrong? Was this metahuman who stood before you, a man pleading and desperate, really in love with you?

You met his eyes again.

“I was scared I was ruining everything, that I was clingy and suffocating, and that you were tired of me so-”

“No, no no, hey,” his hands moved to slip through your hair, coming to rest at the nape of your neck. He ducked his head to get closer. Even so, he still towered over you. Engulfing you in nothing but him. “Please, please don’t say that.”

“I let my feelings get to be too much, and I knew you didn’t feel the same,” you said. “When my friends set up the date, I figured it was time to back off of you and try something else. That went to shit, cause no one is you.”

You could see the tension in his neck release at your words. His jaw twitched, and you watched the muscles flinch. One of his hands moved to cup your face and tilt your head back to reach him where he bent to you. He leaned in, hovering just above your lips and stopping. His eyes met yours, and he waited.

You nodded, giving him everything he sought, “Please.”

That was all he needed. He kissed you like a man starved, like he was terrified that the moment he pulled away, he’d wake up and this would all be over. His calloused hands held you in place as his lips met yours, slipping his tongue gently between your lips. 

It was intoxicating, addictive, and nothing like you could have imagined it to be. Nothing in your head ever would have met the moment of having Clark.

He pulled back entirely too soon, resting his forehead to yours as he caught his breath. Words began to tumble out as if he only had one chance to tell you everything.

“I never wanted to ruin this, to lose you. I’ve loved you for so, so long,” his thumbs stroked your cheeks as he spoke. “It’s only ever been you, I’ve always been yours.”

“Why…why didn’t you say anything?” you asked. He cocked his head, and there it was, that smile that turned your world technicolor.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said with the playful tone you missed so much. You tried to hide your blush and duck your head; he didn’t let you, taking your chin and lifting your gaze back to his. He shook his head at your shyness and bit his lip. “I thought it would be selfish. You deserve a man who can give you everything, one you don’t have to share with the world.”

Your hands moved, letting the towel slip to the ground, to cup his face. 

“I just want you,” you said. 

He paused, as if convincing himself of his next move, “If you’ll have me, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, darling. I always will be.”

You moved your hand to card through the thick curls at his neck. You leaned in, taking a moment to memorize each line and curve of his face. After only a week without him, you never wanted to forget his face for even a second. You pulled his head down and placed a kiss on his forehead. His shaky breaths at the feeling of your lips on him didn’t escape you.

“Lois is right, we’re fucking idiots,” you said as you pulled back. He let out a soft laugh as his smile brightened. His hand at your neck pulled you closer, bringing you back into another kiss.

This one was slower, more intimate. As if to make up for all the mixed signals, missed opportunities, and miscommunications. When you pulled back, his lips were red and raw.

“I love you, Clark,” you said. His smile beamed as his arms pulled you flush to his chest, wrapping you in him. 

His shaking breaths calmed, releasing in a soft sigh that ruffled the hair at the top of your head, “Thank god.”

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she's long but I hope you enjoyyyyed

[mostly-imagines]

The Venus Drug

jason todd x afab!reader

aka the side effects of a run-in with poison ivy

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), sex pollen so its inherently not strictly speaking consensual, oral (f & m receiving), free use, overstimulation

A clattering in your living room has you blearily shifting awake. The dark of your bedroom takes your eyes longer to adjust to than usual, it feels like. You peer at the time, finding it only just past midnight. Even on the good nights, midnight is pretty early for him to be coming back. 

Though, there’s really little concern of the noise-maker being anyone but your boyfriend, he’s set up too many security measures and failsafes around your apartment for anyone to get lucky waltzing in. It does worry you though that he is making such a clamor when he’s usually so careful about entering silently as to not wake you. 

You’re about to climb out of bed to investigate when the door creaks open, though light doesn’t flood through the crack like you’d expected.

Jason stumbles into the doorway, falling into a lean against the wall for support.

You sit up quickly, instantly on alert. “What’s wrong?”

He takes one glance at you and immediately averts his gaze to the floor like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to.

You look down, thrown by his behavior, only to see your usual nighttime attire: one of his shirts over underwear.

You blink back up at him, furrowing your brow. “Jay?”

You can vaguely make out a sigh from him, “Fuck…” he squeezes his eyes shut. “Ivy..”

Ah. This has happened before to the others, but this is the first time you’ve seen him affected by it. You’re prepared for it, though you hadn’t anticipated that it would be so seemingly debilitating.

“What can I do?” You try not to look as concerned as you feel but you can’t say with confidence that it’s working.

He slowly pushes himself off the doorframe, heading wearily towards the bathroom. He tugs his shirt off with difficulty, tossing it to the side. “Nothing, nothing..I jus’ need to…” he takes a deep breath, “Get it out of my system..” He’s trying to be comforting but the pain in his voice rids it of all believability.

You frown, watching him linger. “That seems like the exact kind of thing I could help with.”

His eyes close helplessly as his head falls back, “You can’t, baby.”

“Why not?”

He sighs, “I’m not…as in control as I’d like to be right now.”

Your pout deepens. This is something you’re working on with him—trusting both you and himself with vulnerability. Especially when it comes to situations where he feels like he’s putting you in a vulnerable place too. But you trust him with your whole being and you want him to know it. “That’s okay.”

“No,” he shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you say resolutely. “I trust you.”

He wavers, “No, I…No. I can’t.”

He says that, but he’s still not retreating to the bathroom. Instead, he loiters awkwardly, like he’s caught between decisions.

You feel a twinge of heartache in your chest, “Does it hurt?”

He’s quick to answer, “I’m alright.” Though he doesn’t try his hardest to sell you on the idea. 

Your face pans, “That’s not what I asked.”

“I—” he huffs, conceding. “Yeah. Yes.”

You extend your arms out, beckoning him towards you. It clearly goes against his better judgment but he can’t help himself from moving closer to you. An evident testament to the strength of Ivy’s work.

You take his hands in yours, looking up at him with begging eyes, “Let me help you? Please?”

Up close like this you can really see how labored his breathing is and how pained he looks. You sit up onto your knees, pulling his hands closer. “I wanna take care of you. Let me help my boy out. He deserves it.”

He steels his jaw, trying to replenish his rapidly weakening resolve. He exhales heavily before grabbing your chin, eyes serious. “Look at me,” he says sternly. “You stop me if I’m too rough.”

You nod adamantly, “I will.”

You fidget with the loop of his belt, waiting for permission. 

He squeezes your hands slowly, head bowing. “Help me, sweetheart.”

You’re instantly up on your feet, maneuvering him to switch places with you and sit down on the bed. You kneel down in front of him, undoing the clasp on his belt.

You tug his belt off, letting it clatter on the floor before freeing him the rest of the way. To your surprise, his eyes remain on you rather than your actions. He brushes your hair out of your face haphazardly, murmuring, “Pretty fucking girl..”

You keen at his words, fighting the urge to pause and rub up against him. Instead, you busy yourself and lick a line up his cock, immediately feeling his body stutter. You lick another stripe, this time adding a kiss afterwards.

His hands squeeze at the comforter under him, “Baby, please.”

You give a short nod before taking him in your mouth completely. He groans like it’s automatic, body practically vibrating in place. You rest your hands over his and he’s quick to turn his own over to hold onto yours.

It only works as a momentary distraction, as one of his hands leaves your grasp to move your hair from blocking his view again, petting your head nicely as you suck him off. “Oh, good girl. My good girl.”

He babbles when he gets overwhelmed during sex, though it doesn’t happen often. And especially not like this.

“Fucking—” he stammers, “God, you’re so—”

Frankly, the image of you on your knees in front of him, so willing and eager to help him out…it’s killing him. He’s putting absolutely all of his remaining restraint into not taking over and fucking your mouth the way he wants to—and it shows—so you’re doing your best to take as much of him in your mouth as you can and using your hand to compensate for the rest.

His head bobs back as his hand falls to a rest atop your head. His breathing is deep and heavy and you can see the way his abs flex through his restraint. His hand briefly fists up before stuttering back to lay open-palmed on your head.

“Oh, baby—” he lets out a gravelly moan and his arms nearly give out from holding him up as he comes.

You happily collect it on your tongue and he audibly groans when you swallow.

He’s quick to pull you up off the floor and place you on the bed so he can clamor over you. You fall back to have your arms hold you up as he finds your lips. 

“Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly. “Please.”

You oblige without hesitation as he kisses and gropes along your torso. You don’t realize what he’s doing until he’s at face level with your underwear, fingers dipping under the band.

You sit up onto your hands, “Jay, you don’t have to—”

He shakes his head, “‘M not gonna hurt you,” he mumbles, very adamant. “Not doin’ it.”

It’s been a long running personal requirement for Jason to thoroughly prep you in some way before fucking you, and he’s right for it—you would definitely get hurt if he didn’t.

You feel conflicted about it now though, like it’s not fair of you to let him pay such mind to you when he’s quite literally in unprecedented pain.

But he slips your underwear down without hesitation, not wasting any time in getting to work. He doesn’t start with his usual teasing and build-up, instead he goes straight into licking at your core, eyes closed and strands of white hair stuck to his forehead. 

He hooks one hand around your knee and the other wraps around your thigh, pulling you closer. He used the newfound proximity to lap at you with more concentration and purpose, quite literally devouring you. You struggle to keep your breathing in tune with the rest of your body, not having been prepared for so much so quickly.

He’s eating you out like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, not giving himself any time to breathe or even think about anything else. You’re about to push him away so that he’ll take a breath or two when he moans into your cunt, instantly veering your brain straight off course.

He breaks from licking your pussy only to change course in favor of sucking on your clit, leaving open-mouthed kisses every few seconds. You thread your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him as best you can.

This is a new experience for both of you in terms of intensity and desperation and it has you feeling like you were injected with the same toxin he was. It throws you so completely out of your senses that you don’t even notice that he’s rutting into the bed as he kisses you. Though, odds are he doesn’t realize he’s doing it either.

His grip on you tightens as he gets more fervent, the dig from the indents of his fingers promising to bruise. His eyes flutter as he makes out with your pussy, little mewls making their way through periodically.

“Jay—” you cry, tugging harder than you’d meant to on his hair. He hums in response, letting you know that he’s here, he’s with you, he’ll take care of you. 

Even high out of his mind he can still read you like a book, and can tell that you’re nearing your peak. He gets meditated and precise with his actions, leading you right up to the edge. You whimper again and he begins to rut harder.

It takes only a few moments of this repetition for you to briefly tense up before you start to tremble, heat flooding through your body. The saccharine new taste of your cum motivates him to reach his own end, moaning into you and sending a second wave of rapture over you.

You exhale heavily as his forehead drops against your stomach, catching his breath. It doesn’t take him very long. 

You can just start to realize the persistent trembling in your thighs when he licks another stripe down your pussy. You whine, sitting up on your elbows and squirming higher up on the bed.

He pulls back murmuring, “Sorry.” He kisses the inside of your thigh, “Sorry.”

You watch as he pushes up on his forearms to look at you proper, seeming almost dizzy. “I need..I need…” his shoulders drop. “Please.”

You just nod, giving him permission to do whatever he needs. 

He pulls you up by the waist and tugs you into him as close as he can, kissing you hard. You move to hold his jaw in your hands, stroking your thumb across lightly. He leans you backwards to lay you down flat, head just below the pillows. He folds over you easily, kisses becoming less and less intentional in placement as his hands stroke and squeeze up your sides. 

He pulls away only to glance down as he lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly. He peers back up at your face as he does, watching carefully to make sure it doesn’t hurt.

You hold onto his shoulders as you take him, the stretch feeling significant but familiar.

He kisses your cheek once he’s fully inside and begins to rock in and out of you slowly. The pace picks up quickly as he continues to makeout with you.

A particularly intense thrust has you wrapping your arms fully around the frame of his shoulders, hugging him close to you. He immerses himself in the crook of your neck, fucking you with deeper and more punctuated strokes than you can remember.

“Jay,” you gasp as he places firm kisses across your jaw like he’s trying to hammer it into your head that he fucking loves you.

His thrusts gradually get faster and while it’s perfectly overwhelming for you, it doesn’t seem to be enough for him. 

He huffs before pulling out of you without warning. He untangles your arms from around him so he can flip you over to lay on your stomach. He pulls you back up just as quickly, arm wrapped around your torso, leaving you to hold yourself up by your hands and knees as he kisses on your neck messily.

This time when he reenters you he continues on with his previous pace, taking you by surprise once again. Your mouth is practically hanging open as he ruts into you, successfully sending your thoughts straight out of your head.

He lays kisses down your spine murmuring, “I love you.” He moves in and out of you without falter, “Thank you, thank you..”

His hands hold your waist in place, keeping you steady for both of your sakes. Multiple times his grip tightens only to loosen the second he realizes how hard he’s squeezing you. You don’t mind though, you’ve never had any trouble revering marks left behind by him before. 

“It’s—” you pant, “It’s okay—” you reach back to put your hand over his, pressing down.

His brash hold returns upon the permission, more assured. “Good girl, good—” he praises, “So fucking good for me, baby.”

He reaches around and dips his free hand below your hips, beginning to rub circles on your clit.

Your arms shake and you worry that they’re nearing buckling, but, attuned with you as ever, his arm wraps tighter around your middle, pulling you up a bit higher so that you barely have to mind any of the work of holding yourself up.

He makes sure to support your weight nicely, holding you in a way that he knows won’t be uncomfortable for you. His circles never cease, never falter from that just right pace he’s come to know like the back of his hand.

You’re brought to your high by the arrival of his, struggling to keep your head upright as you come.

He thumps down over to the side to lay on his back, chest heaving. You pick up your head to look over at him, finding that he doesn’t look nearly as exhausted as you’re sure you do. Still, he breathes heavy, pupils blown out and sweaty.

You notice how his fists clinch up and loosen a couple times over, trying to convince himself that he’s done, he doesn’t need any more from you, he’s all better now. 

But you also notice that he’s still hard. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, dead set on not looking at you and having to confront that he really, really does still need you.

So you force yourself to sit up, placing a hand on his chest for balance. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to relax for your sake but that’s the last thing you want him to do.

You push yourself up and over his waist, perching over his abs and brushing his hair back from his forehead. You press a kiss to his head before sitting up on your knees and reaching down to line his cock up with your entrance.

You plant a hand on his chest as you sink down onto him with a deep breath.

“You’re okay,” he rasps, watching in mesmerization as you start to lift your weight up slowly off of your thighs and sink back down.

“I’m okay,” you confirm, guiding his hands to your hips. The presence of his hands on you feels like reassurance and works wonders to help you pick back up some of your energy.

The pace you latch onto feels good, for both of you, but you realize fairly quickly that you’re not going to be able to go as fast as he needs you to.

His hands slip down from your hips to your upper thighs, helping you bob up and down. It doesn’t take long for this to give way to him grabbing your hips and moving you entirely himself.

You watch his arm muscles flex as he shifts you around, leaving you awed with the way he shows virtually no struggle while shifting the majority of your body weight up and down over and over again. Just being completely manhandled by him has you letting out an involuntary moan, letting your head fall back.

“There you go, there you go,” he coos, motions without cessation.

He has you riding him faster than you ever have before and it becomes overwhelming quickly. But Jason, ever the caretaker, coaches you through it, encouraging your every movement.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, watching the way your breasts bounce. “Perfect fucking thing.”

The acclaim in his voice makes your eyes shut and your diaphragm shake, all while he continues to fuck you senseless. 

Your body stutters above him, hands flying onto his for support. He comes only moments later, seemingly the only thing that could break his concentration for ragdolling you. The following release of your hips has you slumping over onto his chest, face laying in the bend of his neck.

He turns his head wearily to you, rubbing a hand up your back. “‘R you okay?” he slurs out.

You hum feebly, eyes unable to stay open.

“Can I…?” It takes hearing the words for you to realize that somehow he’s still hard.

You try to nod hard enough that it can be distinguished against the heaviness of your breathing, though you can’t be sure you were successful.

He sighs, “Baby…”

His hangup is immediately clear to you, even through the haze of being post-three orgasms in less than thirty minutes. It takes real, measurable effort to get this singular word through, but you manage.

“Yes,” you breathe out. A ‘yes’ is going to have to work for him because you don’t have a shot at stringing together anymore syllables.

He places a gentle hand on the back of your head, his other landing on your lower back. He slowly starts to fuck you again, this time much softer than before. It’s calm enough that you can settle into the fatigue in your bones and start to feel the exhaustion sweep over your consciousness.

In between kisses laid sweetly upon your neck, He murmurs affections to you the whole time, though you lose almost all of them to sleep. He moves you around a bit more as he goes, though careful to be gentle enough that he doesn’t disturb your peace anymore than he has to.

By the time he’s done he’s bordering on completely out of it and can’t do anything but collapse atop you, nuzzling into your neck.

There’s a pretty consistent pattern that can be found when helping him deal with post-patrol aftermath. Scarecrow’s never any good, his pop-ups tend to end in winding Jason down from panic. There’s always injuries after Bane and invariably there’ll be a mess from Clayface. Half the time he has to get an entirely new suit after a run-in with Killer Croc. So as far as Gotham’s problems go, Poison Ivy isn’t the worst. 

the morning after epilogue

✨ oh you don’t reblog? that’s…no, that’s totally fine for you! im so happy for you…i mean its just been out of fashion for like three seasons but yeah, that shows a lot of…confidence! ✨

[missdynamighttt]

watching porn with bf! katsuki bakugo will somehow turn into a bet to see who will give in first.

when you ask him if you could watch porn together, how could he say no to you, his girl? more so when you basically riled him up to convince him.

"bub, can we watch porn together?" you look at him, your legs resting in his lap as the both of you lounged on the couch.

katsuki's eyes widen at your directness, his jaw slightly dropping at your question. he scoffs out of disbelief, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"you're real damn blunt, pervert," he grins at your pout, stroking your thighs with firm, gentle squeezes.

"i'm not doing it for weird reasons! just.." you shrugged. "curious to see what happens, i guess? i dunno how to explain.."

he sighs, shaking his head. his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair with a grin. "you're lucky you're adorable. fuck it, why not?"

you grin, leaning closer to him, giving his cheek a kiss. "knew you'd come around. come to think of it, i bet you will jerk off to it first."

his eyes narrow at you and he scoffs. "that confident, huh?"

"with how hot you think i am and all? totally."

"like you don't think i'm hot too. wanna bet, sweets?"

"definitely. ground rules: don't touch yourself. and no touching each other. and i mean holding hands, hugs, and kisses. not just feeling each other up."

"tch, fine," katsuki scoffs. "no looking away to calm down. only when we talk. winner gets braggin' rights and loser lives with the eternal knowledge that the winner is better."

"fine," you scoff back. "you're gonna give in first, 'nyway. since you can’t go a single morning without pulling me into bed again."

katsuki's eyes narrow at you again, this time pouting at you with his cheeks flushed. "says the brat clingier than a damn koala after sex."

"oh, you're so on."

but little did you know, this would be harder than you thought.

you've set up your laptop on the coffee table across the couch, scrolling through the mediocre home page porn in incognito as you sit next to your boyfriend.

you were almost reluctant to continue but knowing him, he would definitely egg you on about being a coward. because one thing about your boyfriend, katsuki, was that he really wanted to win at everything.

"wanna watch?" you look at katsuki with a grin, the video on display captioned: "I hope the NEIGHBOURS were pleased with WHAT THEY SAW!", the preview of the video showing a couple standing by the window, fucking. it wasn't really your thing but you wanted to see how he'd react.

katsuki glances at the laptop before giving you a skeptical look, his tone firm. "fuck no."

"why not? whats wrong with it?"

"just.. no," he shakes his head, a sly grin slowly creeping onto his face as he looks at you. "one second. technically haven't started yet, yeah?"

he leans in, his lips meeting your cheek in a soft, quick kiss before pulling back. his fingers linger, stroking your cheek in a gentle, affectionate gesture. "just pick somethin' else, sweets."

you roll your eyes while wearing a fond grin. you're almost tempted to call him out on how affectionate he was but you didn't want him to stop. you couldn't help but find it endearing and cute.

but after awhile, you and katsuki realize pornhub's terrible acting and weird angles wasn't really working.

"no, too weird. it looks awkward. and fake."

"no, the guy is givin' me the ick. looks homeless."

"no, it looks.. painful. why is it so stretched?"

"no. wait, you're into that? i'm not opposed to it, i just think it looks weird when they do it. just sayin', if you wanna try it.."

so, you go on twitter, looking for porn accounts and already finding better alternatives.

finally, your eyes settle on a compilation of video captioned: "breeding selection 🖤" , the previews of the videos showing various faceless girls getting fucked sloppily and creampied by their partner.

this was it. it wasn't exactly your best plan but you were depedent on him getting turned on by the video and your mere presence to win the bet. and if anything turned him on, it would be the thought of breeding his pretty little girlfriend.

you glance at him from the side, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he leans back with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the laptop as if there wasn't porn on the screen.

"this good with you, boyfie?"

he looks at you and fuck, you can practically feel the heat radiating from his gaze. his eyes rake over you, taking in every curve and contour of your body with a hungry look, like he's undressing you with his eyes, imagining what he'd do to you.

"mhm, 'ts fine."

you nod, going back to the laptop to play the video, stupidly thinking: there was no way he'd be able to play dirty, especially when he can't touch you. but no.

the video plays, only a few seconds showing the girl's rear. the guy squeezes her ass, the cum dripping out of her pussy and in between her swollen folds, down to her thighs as he plays with her ass.

and you know what katsuki does? this man talks you through it, saying the most filthy, lewd shit with a cheeky grin. this man plays dirty by talking dirty.

"goddamn. see the cum, just drippin' out of her? bet you want me fill you up real bad now, don't you? wanna recreate that with me, sweets?"

your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying your inner desire. you stare back at him with a glare, feeling a familiar ache settle between your legs. "we do that on a daily basis, katsuki."

"'m just sayin'," katsuki grins, thinking: perfect. you're getting horny. "the idea of pumpin' you full, watchin' my cum drip out of you.."

he was just so desperate to see you rub your clit silly so that he can do it too without admitting defeat. his dick was huge but his pride could compete.

you clear your throat, glaring at his cheeky grin before quickly playing the next video. it's longer, around 8 minutes. it has a better angle, showing the guy's dick disappearing in and out of the girl's pussy, her doughy ass hitting his abdomen. he slams into her as she moans softly around his cock, sticky from their shared slick.

you feel hot and tight in your own skin, your throat going dry. you felt your sore nipples harden as you painfully clench down on nothing, tempted to just subtly grind against the couch for a second. fuck. it hasn't even been 5 minutes yet you were so, so wet.

your boyfriend noticed. and he certainly wasn't of any help.

"shit," katsuki leans down close enough to whisper in your ear, his breath hitting your skin, but far away enough so that he wasn't touching you. "you wet already, sweets?"

"i'm not. shut up and watch the damn porn."

"aww, don't be like that. look at my pants, baby, c'mon."

you bite your bottom lip before your eyes reluctantly dart down to his pants. fuck. his boner was so fucking obvious, it didn't help that he was wearing grey sweats. you were already picturing him naked, imagining how your cunny would look like taking in his dick.

"see? i'm so fuckin' hard for you, baby, it hurts," he sighs, looking at the tent in his pants before whispering in your ear. "don't you wanna take care of me, hm?"

a small sigh escapes your lips as you try to steady your breathing, your eyes darting everywhere but at katsuki. your thoughts consumed by the sight of him, despite your attempts to remain composed.

"you're mean," you huff.

"baby, c'mon. i'll take real good care of you, i promise," he grins at you. "just gotta touch me, yeah?"

you pout again before your eyes return to the screen, thinking your only solution was to ignore him.

although, it wasn't any help as you watched the cum drip out of the girl's pussy before he fucks it back into her, when you wanted nothing more than for him to do the same to you.

he put some distance, and you thought: okay. some time to calm yourself down. but just when you thought katsuki couldn't outdo himself, you hear the ruffling of pants, looking down to see him stripping himself of his clothes.

you look up at him as you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. "hey, what are yo-"

"hm?" he looks back at you, blinking innocently. he throws his clothes unceremoniously somewhere, leaving him in only his boxers as he holds his hands up in surrender. "what? it's hot, sweets. this doesn't count 'nyway, right? besides, 'm not touchin' anythin'."

you huff, pouting at him with a glare, trying not to admire his muscles. that's the game he wanted to play? you glanced down again, a clear fucking mistake. you almost felt drool down your chin as you admired his body, tempted to take his boxers off and just go wild—

you swallowed, looking back up at him. you get an idea. if you can't beat them, then... "you wanna play that game? fine."

you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head, revealing your bare skin to his eyes. tossing the shirt aside, you slowly tug down on your shorts, sliding them down your legs until you're left standing in just your bra and panties.

katsuki's jaw tightens and his muscles tense the moment you started undressing. he clenched his fists, the effort it takes him not to pounce on you was almost physically painful. he takes in the sight of your nearly naked body, his mouth going dry at the sight of you in your bra and panties.

the porn playing on the laptop is long forgotten as he stares at you. because fuck porn when he has such a gorgeous girl right in front of him. his girl.

"the hell are you doin'?" his voice is strained, getting the courage to look away with flushed cheeks. his eyes dart back to the screen, focusing with his arms crossed.

"hm?" you look up at him, blinking innocently like he did. you put your clothes away somewhere and held your hands up in surrender, like he did. "relax. its hot for me too. besides, doesn't count, right?"

"damn it. doesn't count but it's damn well torture."

"what's stopping you from fucking me, hm?"

"you know damn well whats stoppin' me. quit testin' me or i swear to god, i'm gonna fuck you so hard after this."

you laugh, trying to ignore the ache in between your legs as a cheeky smile plays on your lips. "'m just saying. i bet it'd feel really good, y'know. having you inside of me..."

his teeth clench at your words, his hands clenching into fists to keep himself in check. "goddamn it. baby, you're killin' me here."

"bub... all you gotta do is touch me and i can make the pain go away."

"sweets... why are you torturing me?" he groans, his hands clenching onto the couch as he glares at you.

"i want you. fuck, i need you. damn it, you've seen how fuckin' hard i am. so why are you makin' me wait, hm?" his voice is low, almost whining about how much he craves you. how needy he is to be inside you.

"i wanna win too," you bite your bottom lip, almost tempted to fold.

"fuck," he grits out, his eyes closing briefly as he runs his hand through his hair. he looks at you again, his gaze filled with frustration and need. "sweetheart.. you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

a sly smile spreads across your lips as you lean in closer to him, just close enough that your breath tickles his skin, but not touching him. you were getting there. on top of him not making eye contact, you could've sworn his boner twitched.

"i know. but... please take care of me, katsuki," you whispered, hearing his breath hitch as yours fans across his skin. "i know you wanna."

his eyes darken as he looks down at you, his resolve almost wavering. "oh, i do. i really do, sweets."

that's the last thing you hear before katsuki is finally on you, his movements quick and urgent as he slams his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he's starving, his lips hot and angry against yours, desperate to have his fill of you but take out his frustration on you too.

katsuki pulls away, glaring at you before helping you out of your soaked panties as you help him out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out and stood at his abdomen.

"wanna take care of me that badly, huh?" you grin, reaching for his cock, stroking it up as you thumb his throbbing tip leaking with pre.

his breath hitches, hissing before he reaches down your folds and rubs your swollen clit, your soft moans echoing in his ears. "shut the fuck up. you won't even be able to think, after i'm done with you."

katsuki grunts, aligning himself inside of you, gasping at the softness of your wet, velvet walls. and as he thrusts his cock into your dumb little cunny, he recreates exactly what happened in those videos.

"whats the matter?" he taunts in your ear as he folds your legs near your shoulders, fucking you into mating press. his body covers yours completely, you can feel his weight pressing down on you. "you fuckin' wanted this, right?"

"a-ah, i do..." you gasped, sore nipples feeling the skin of his pecs. "you're just.. mad i won.."

"hah? you callin' me a sore loser?"

"if— oh... if the condom... fits."

suddenly, you squealed from the sudden thrust, whimpering as he slams his cock deeper inside of you, almost kissing your cervix as you feel his balls slapping against your folds.

"won't fuckin' fit 'nyway cause i'm fuckin' you raw— shit," he gasps, desperately rutting himself into you, chasing your release and his. "feels so fuckin' tight, sweets, holy shit..."

"katsukiii," you moaned his name, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. "i-i can't, anymore, please—"

"shhh, you can take it," he huffs before leaning down to give you an affectionate, reassuring kiss. his lips soft and gentle against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.

he draws back from the kiss, his lips leaving yours with a soft, wet pop. "you can take it, can't you, baby?"

you whine and squirm against him, a desperate, needy sound leaving your lips. you nod, the words failing you in that moment, silently begging him to keep going, to give you more of the pleasure that you need. he smiles at you, leaning down quickly to give your cheek a kiss.

"atta girl," he murmured with pride, kissing down your jawline. his mouth is hot against your skin as he peppers your collar bones and chest with open-mouthed kisses. "that's my girl."

"k-katsuki," you pant, your hips rolling against his as your body begs for the sweet, sweet release that only he can give you. "m-m' gonna.. c-cum.."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" he groaned. he wants to see you lose yourself in pleasure. he craves to be the one to bring you to your high. "you wanna cum for me, pretty girl?"

"please," you whimper, your voice shaky and needy as your eyes meet his pleadingly. "please, yeah, m' gonna cum for you, please just—"

your words cut off as you let out a soft cry, your head tilting back further into the couch as your body trembles with the need to let go, to give in to the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.

"cum for me, sweets," he grunts, his hips rocking against yours. "show me how much you like it when i fuck you like this, c'mon."

and that's all it takes— clenching down on him and burying himself inside of you—and you're both gone.

your body tenses, a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as you feel him cum inside of you, bodies shaking with the force of your release and his. your hips press against his as he relaxes into you, your nails digging onto his (glorious) back.

katsuki pants, taking a moment to admire you. the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, teetering on the edge from your high as you cling to him. like a koala.

"you did so good, sweets," katsuki murmured. he steadies himself beneath you and pulls his cock out, pressing the tip against your folds, waiting for the moment of his dreams. he almost has hearts in his eyes when he watches the cum drip out of you, going down his tip as he pushes it inside you again. "so damn good."

"i asked if you wanted to recreate those videos," he grins when he hears you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock rub your folds, squirming against him as you bit your lip. "i'll make sure i get all the details right by breeding the shit out of you."

and as the night wares on, you both collapse onto the couch, panting and exhausted, a tangle of limbs wrapped around each other, cuddled up close after having the most mind-numbing sex.

"so.." you look up at him with a lazy smile, laying your head on his chest. "loser lives with the eternal knowledge the winner is better, huh?"

he groaned, closing his eyes for a minute before staring at you as he runs his fingers through your hair. "sweets... you're real fuckin' lucky i love you. otherwise, i really would've went above and beyond and made sure i knocked you up."

"i wouldn't be opposed to that."

katsuki narrows his eyes at you, his fingers flicking your forehead. "don't tempt me, brat."

you rub your forehead with a pout, sticking your tongue out at him. "so mean."

he scoffs, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, gently but firmly pulling your hand away, hovering his lips to where he flicked earlier to give your forehead a soft kiss. "get some sleep, sweetheart."

"fine. i love you too, bub. goodnight."

"tch. love you more, dummy."

and honestly? katsuki doesn't need porn to get his dick hard. not when he has you. his personal porn star, his gorgeous girlfriend, and of course— his favorite person.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ inspired by my ex 🧍🏻‍♀️ hope this was to your liking and i hope you enjoyed, i apologize if it seems too.. lewd? nyways, i'll start working on these requests and the older brother's best friend/ best friend's older brother trope with katsuki (i cannot choose), comment if you wanna be tagged 💜💜