#confession time the only reason I haven't been working on this is because I started playing minecraft

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it's been awhile since I've worked on this project! I've had this verse finished for months but didn't want to post it on its own, and instead wait until the whole thing is strung together to show the final result all at once. But I'm tired of holding onto it, so here is one section of my deltarune animation! My art tag has other clips if anyone is interested in seeing more~

(song: "The Hymn of Axciom" by Vienna Teng)

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SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK. + EDDIE MUNSON

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? summary. you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations. author's note. just started watching S4 and haven't even finished it, already drooling over Eddie. ya'll know I love my awkward men with long hair my god he is so fine. everyone thank Bee below for proofreading <3

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 3.3k

[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, pwp

[ ❥ ] warnings. no S4 spoilers, best friends to lovers, language, mature theme, slight drug usage, pet names, begging, body worship, whimpering, oral (f), thigh fetish, boob sucking, save a horse ride a cowboy, bottom eddie, slight sub/dom, protected sex, me not knowing how DND works

You and Eddie had been friends since the start of high school. You were there for the weird shaved head phase and stood directly right next to him the moment he developed his everlasting smitten crush on Chrissy Cunningham. Alas, you were the first girl to ever actually talk to him, the first friend, and at the moment, his only best friend.

You would do anything for the guy, as he would do the same for you.

You guys were inseparable, always hanging off of each other. His arm swung around your shoulder, and he sneaked into your bedroom at night to sleep on the floor just to get away from an argument he had with his uncle.

You hated to admit it, but you had fallen for your best friend. You despised how you had practically memorized every little habit and phrase he would suave from his lips, as well as the fluttering feelings and butterflies that swarmed inside you whenever he was around.

You couldn't help but smile at his stupid jokes and snarky insults.

But Chrissy Cunningham, the bane of your existence, was everything you weren't; popular, feminine, and the woman that Eddie had his eye on. You hated every time he would eye the girl from beside you. The heartache you had every time he would even mention the smallest thing about her.

Or when the other Hellfire Club members compared you two to a couple, and Eddie joked about how repulsive it would be to hook up with you because you were basically his "dude" female friend. You would just snort the joke off and refuse any hint of your feelings.

You don't know what has gotten into you.

Maybe it was your emotions finally building up from the many years that they were just ready to burst from the seams or the humanly concerning amount of edibles that you took to calm your heart from beating out of your chest, but you plotted the moment you had gotten home and laid on your bedroom floor staring up at your ceiling, that today was the day you were going to make your feelings known to Eddie Munson.

You couldn't keep your emotions in check any longer. You needed him to be aware of everything. You needed him. Your fingers hover over the phone, preparing to dial his number.

You exhale, slamming the phone down and throwing it off your nightstand, your fingers trembling. To hide the scream that came from your throat, you grabbed your pillow and pushed your face into it.

You summoned up enough courage to pick up your phone and pick at the skin on your bottom lip as the phone rang, flinching at the instant Eddie unexpectedly picked up from the other end of the phone, met with a brump. You could only presume he was eating at the time. "The one and only," he murmured.

"It's y/n, Eds." Listening to the other end's shuffling, faint music in the background, and Eddie's uncle saying something you couldn't make out, "Oh hey pretty princess, miss me already?" Even over the phone, you could see his trademark shit-eating grin.

"You wish Munson," you joke into the phone, spinning the phone cord as you reclined against your bed.

There was a quiet silence while you lay there listening to Eddie's guitar strumming softly, and the boy sighed.

"Are we just going to sit on the phone and whisper sweet nothings to each other, or did you call for a reason?" Your pulse pounded in response to the question, as your thoughts began to stutter you considered the string of sentences you wanted to construct.

"Uh, would you like to come over tomorrow to...study?" Another pause before spewing the first explanation that comes to mind. When your mouth opened, you flinched and clamped your eyes tight.

"Study?" Eddie repeated it almost as if you were speaking in a different language.

Even in your senior year, neither of you studied. You have never mentioned doing homework or classwork outside of school.

"Yeah, you know, we both need an English passing grade, so I just thought we could do it together to get it out of the way." You spoke swiftly and didn't stutter once, a master at lying. Figuring you'd dug yourself so far into a hole you might as well die in it, your fist pumped in the air as you mentally praised yourself.

"Okay, I'll be there. But I can't promise I won't be bored out of my mind." You didn't attempt to disguise your smile as you flopped onto your stomach, your feet springing up seemingly on their own as you ducked your head, "Okay, that was all bye."

And you threw your phone down, hanging up before he could say goodbye. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, as you pumped your feet higher in the air and pounded your fist into your pillows.

Eddie sat still on the edge of his bed on the opposite side of town, moving the phone away from his ear in confusion as his other hand rested on his guitar, lying on his thigh. He chuckled a little, scratching his head as he tried to piece together your thoughts.

You were just too difficult for him to figure out, never knowing what was going through your mind. You were always the only one that caught him off guard in a good way.

It was the day Eddie was invited to your house after school.

He didn't think much of it because you were acting normally in class and you two shared lunch. Eddie was clueless when it came to recognizing other people's emotions, which is why when you pulled him aside and told him you had to go home straight after school instead of attending Hell Fire Club, he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He didn't think much of it because you weren't a big DND fan and when you did go to the club, you struggled to keep up with the shouting of commands and the story's progression.

He had to admit how adorable you looked as you struggled to understand some of the game rules that the boys had to explain to you over and over.

"Alright, the session is paused; if I show up too late, y/n is going to behead me," Eddie concluded, and Dustin's head shot up.

"It's Friday, dude. You said you'd give us another hour." Dustin grumbled, clearly annoyed, as he had probably planned to spend the majority of his night somewhere other than home since Suzie spent most of her time with her family on weekends.

"I don't care, y/n asked to hang," Eddie replied, packing his belongings as the majority of the members accepted defeat and left with their backpacks in hand. Dustin and Mike were the only ones who were the only ones left, as they both wanted to play a little longer.

"Don't you guys literally hang out all the time," Dustin continued, his tone tinged with annoyance, as Mike crossed his arms in agreement. "Yeah, you're always at her house unless you're planning on asking her out finally, what's the rush?" He cocked his brow in wonder.

Eddie shook his head and slung his backpack over his shoulder, glaring at the two boys in front of him. "The lady asked to study. We're talking about y/n here." Eddie came to a halt as he walked away, hearing the two giggling behind him. He turned around and glared at the two again, rolling his eyes.

"No girl has ever asked to just study and then expected you to do so. Please, don't make me laugh." Mike's arms went to wrap around his torso as he couldn't stop laughing.

"And what the hell do you two fucking dweebs know about girls?" Eddie asked, puzzled. "In case you've forgotten, the only person in this room who is currently girlfriendless is you, Ed," Dustin said, raising his hand with a sarcastic smile plastered on his face and his braces shining under the light.

Mike gave Eddie a nod while pointing his finger in his direction, "Not after today,". Mike joked as he walked out of the club room, not bothering to entertain the two. Mike and Dustin trailed behind him, continuing to crack jokes. "Who would have guessed that y/n would be the first to make a move?" As the

two rode into the parking lot, the tall boy mocked his friend. Dustin parted, shouting, "don't forget to use protection!" successfully dodging Eddie's swing as he rode away.

The sound of the doorbell ringing caused you to jump out of bed and sprint from your bedroom to the front door. You'd been counting down the minutes since you got home in anticipation of seeing your best friend.

Eddie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise when you swung open the door, his gaze immediately trailing over your bare legs because you were wearing shorts. An oversized black hoodie only covered the tops of your thighs.

Because he wasn't used to seeing you in anything other than your usual dark wash or black jeans that you wore to school—though it wasn't the first time he'd seen your bare legs.

He remembered how you used to drag the boy to the public swimming pool during the summer, wearing some carebear one piece your mother had bought you to swim in.

It was the first time you had changed in appearance since middle school and puberty, he noticed, his gaze breaking away from the plush of your thighs.

You pretended he hadn't noticed him staring at your legs as you laughed briefly before stepping aside and letting him in. As you snatched his hand and dragged him into your bedroom, Eddie watched as the hoodie rode up, struggling to cover your ass from behind.

The boy below swearing under his breath as his jeans tightened, cursing himself for trying to make a statement and wearing leather pants.

You sat on the floor as you swung open your bedroom door, all your homework spread across the floor, ready for you and Eddie to start. He immediately threw his bag on your mattress and sat across from you.

His gaze lowered at the sight of your thighs squishing as you sat on your knees, his gaze trailing over the flesh and stretch marks once more before he moved his gaze away, already fidgeting. "Would you like to listen to some music?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Eddie nodded before he could even process what you had asked. He thought back to Dustin and Mike teasing him, the memory clouding his mind as you fingered through your cassette collection before selecting the tape you knew Eddie would like.

"The Ramones, nice," he praised, smiling as you sat back down and met each other's gaze. "What else can I say? I discovered good music from the best." You responded sweetly, almost as if you didn't want him to avoid your gaze, which is exactly what you wanted. As your smile faded, you decided that now was the best time to end it all.

"I—uh, Eddie, I think I have something to tell you." He had noticed how your voice was just a little higher than a whisper, and his intense glance peering at you had his face suddenly get serious in tune with yours.

"Yeah, what's up? Are you okay?" His voice was so gentle with you as his hand reached to comfort your shoulder and his touch comforted you as you leaned into it.

Screw it, you thought, screw your entire well-thought-out plan about how you were going to talk him up before sneaking in your confession. You couldn't wait anymore. You spent your entire high school years waiting. You needed to spill your feelings to him.

After all, he was your best friend and you were both probably about to leave for college after graduation if anything happened that would end your friendship.

The two of you could manage to make this less awkward for each other if he didn't return the feelings as you raised your head to finally look at him. Eddie patiently waited for you to speak.

"Okay, please don't hate me, but I can't stop thinking about you and I'm fucking ashamed that I do. I know you like Chrissy, and every time I hear you talking about her I want to just, like die. I hate it when you talk about her because I want to be with you, to hold hands and do all the sappy love shit you know, to kiss you and—fuck, I don't know."

Eddie swallowed as you stumbled and struggled to find your words, and you froze as you watched him turn away, his eyes closing before turning back and reaching for your face, his lips on yours.

Eddie crawled over the pages of homework to push himself closer to you towering over you as his hands intruded under the bottom of your shirt going under the fabric as his fingers traced over your bare skin wrapping around your waist.

As the kiss deepened quickly, only the sounds of The Ramones playing throughout your room could be heard, along with the wet sounds of your tongues coaxing each other. As you tilted your head up and pressed your body against Eddie's, your mind became clouded with sexual desire.

Your hands reached behind his head to grab a fistful of his hair as he longed for more of you.

His groan was quickly swallowed by yours as he trailed the top of your shirt, pausing to touch the underwire of your bra. As Eddie fluttered his eyes open, his lips glistened and his eyes foggy with desire, you were the first to pull away for air. "I—uh, like you a lot, if that's not clear." His chuckle was deep, as the only thing he could stare at was your lips.

As you giggled, crashing your lips back into his. Eddie hummed, breaking away again, his fingers rubbing against the fabric of your bra. "Is this all right?" He breathed out.

You responded by removing your jacket and quickly removing your shirt to reveal your dark navy bra. It wasn't anything special to you, just a regular Macy's bra that your mother had chosen from a pack for you, but Eddie's starstruck gaze made it appear otherwise.

As he played with your tits, massaging them through the bra, almost trembling at the sounds you made every time his fingers brushed against what he assumed were your nipples through the material.

You reached out your hand to unclamp the bra, allowing Eddie's hands to touch your bare breasts. As he watched you shiver, his fingers ghosted over your nipples, feeling his rough, cold fingers fondle your warm flesh.

His head dipped lower before grabbing a handful of your boobs and placing his lips along your chest, trailing his sloppy kisses up your neck with each. You raised your hand to muffle the lewd moans that were escaping from your mouth.

As you became aware of the problem that was being pushed against your knee, the sensation of his tongue and teeth grazing your skin became dangerous for both of you.

Eddie lowered his gaze to your breasts once more, his lips latching onto your left nipple as his other hand teased the right, tongue sucking and teeth taunting. Your moans grew louder as you realized your parents were gone for the evening.

As Eddie's grunt vibrated against your nipple, your hand reached to the back of his head, fingering through the strands before pulling his hair once.

As you pressed your hand against the male's chest, you were both intoxicated by each other's touch. Eddie immediately backed away, fearful of making a mistake. An apology was on the verge of being spoken before you sat on his lap, leaning against your mattress.

As he didn't waste time removing his shirt, the sensation of your thin shorts against his clothed cock almost made him choke. Your gaze was drawn to the numerous tattoos strewn across his pale skin.

Eddie prayed that you wouldn't notice how fast his heart was beating, almost like it was trying to break free from his ribcage, as your hand dragged down his chest.

When your lips left red marks on Eddie's skin, he leaned back in acceptance. When your tongue brushed against his skin, his face went a soft pink. "Holy shit, princess, you have no idea what you're doing to me." Eddie let out a gasp. You felt yourself react to the sight of his body beneath you as he helped you remove both of your pants.

There's something about the sarcastic, emotionally shut-off male who's at your mercy.

The boy whimpered as his eyes rolled and his head leaned back the moment your hands freed and wrapped around his length. His swollen lips and flushed face, eyes begging you to ruin him, made you feel so confident as you held eye contact.

His chest rose with a low moan as he watched you touch him through slitted eyes, his cock jerking in response to your touch.

The taste of his pre-cum coated your tongue as you wrapped your lips around his hard leaking tip, the warmth of your mouth making Eddie whimper uncontrollably.

As if you were attempting to steal his soul, his fist fisted into your bedsheets. As you took his entire length, his pubes tickled the top of your lips. Eddie moaned from the back of his throat, the pressure in his chest growing unbearable as he bit his fist.

“I want...can you ride me please?” As he begged for you so shyly, his tone was pitiful. You sat up on your knees, leaning over his face, the pop of his cock leaving your mouth making him swallow.

As you reached for the drawer of your night, Eddie tried not to drool at the sight of your boobs hanging so close to his face. Grabbing one of the condoms given to you by your guidance counselor the day you were sent home for wearing a tank top.

Eddie didn't ask why you had one as his mind was clouded by the sight of your bare chest as you rolled the condom down his length, his eyes filled with desire and need as you slowly lowered yourself down on his cock.

The new sensation of the warmth of your folds and the wetness of you around his dick made him roll his eyes with pleasure. “Holy shit, you feel so good.” His hands groped you, squeezing your flesh. Eddie didn't bother to hold back his moans when you finally began to bounce on his dick. Reaching for your lips as you kissed passionately, biting lightly on his lip.

The sensation made his dick twitch in you. Your movements were too much for him, he was moaning and panting mess, squeezing your ass and helping you fuck him while on the other hand, he was thrusting deep inside you.

He chased his own climax as his hips rose to meet you, the bubbling hot pleasure rising as his hands shook, your movement becoming sloppy and fast.

“Oh, god I'm gonna cum Eds.” You can feel him twitching inside of you as soon as the words leave your lips, the condom catching his thick string of cum as his legs shook. The moans leave his lips soft and gentle, the feeling of you clenching around him during your own climax driving him over the edge.

It took you both a long time to recover as you lay next to each other catching your breath, Eddie with his arm draped to cover his face as the price of his harsh breathing raised his chest. As you tilted your head to look at him, his other hand reached for yours.

“Can you only study like this with me from now on?”

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Mike Schmidt x gender-neutral reader

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Tags: 18+, no use of y/n, smut, porn with plot, extremely unrealistic scenario but it's funny, mike is a horny bastard & a sub, handjob (mike receiving), post-movie, mike's POV!

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Mike can't even remember the last time he went to the dentist.

Well, he CAN remember, he just doesn't want to. He was a child the last time he went, and only bits and pieces of the experience stuck with him. An old man poking bony gloved fingers into his mouth, having his teeth scraped with a hook, and being scolded for not brushing good enough.

Yeah. The dentist is not a fond memory for Mike. That's part of the reason he hasn't bothered to go in over ten years. (The other part being that he's spent most of early adulthood broke as fuck; and values groceries over trips to the oral hygienist.)

But with his new job, and the healthcare benefits that come along with it... well, he really has no excuse not to go.

So, he sits in a small room with blue walls and ocean-themed décor, squirming on the weird lounge chair. There's a giant mirror over his head, and he can't help but be reminded of those funhouse mirrors at the circus. The ones that twist and contort your face in an unsettling way.

"Hey, Mr. Schmidt, right?" You make your way through the door, scanning over a clipboard.

Is this the dentist? Mike scrambles to sit up in the awkwardly-reclined chair and hold out a hand for you to shake.

"Uh, just 'Mike' is fine." He gives you a weak smile and a firm handshake before leaning back against the chair once more.

You introduce yourself as a dental assistant, and when he thinks about it, that makes more sense. You look young, probably close to his own age. And... rather attractive, actually.

Fuck. Did you just ask him a question?

"Sorry, I... I'm not sure..." He stutters, doing his best not to squirm under your gaze.

This seems to amuse you, because you try and fail to suppress a chuckle. Shit. Was that the wrong answer?

"You're not sure what flavor of toothpaste you want, Mike?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Mike sputters again, making a complete fool of himself. Before he can get out a complete thought, you cut him off.

"It's okay. Want me to just pick for you?"

He nods.

"Alright then, you look like a watermelon kind of guy. Is that fine?"

Another nod.

You smile and pull on a pair of blue gloves, matching your blue scrubs.

"Something tells me you haven't been here before."

"Am I that obvious?"

"Yes... and no. I read it on your medical record just now." You give him a teasing smile and hold up the clipboard you'd been pouring over when you walked in.

Mike laughs nervously at what he's pretty sure was supposed to be a joke, and watches as you pull up a chair.

"I haven't exactly been going to regular checkups." He confesses.

"Well then, let's see what we're working with. Open up for me?"

He squints as you turn on a harsh overhead light attached to the mirror and angle it down so it shines right in his face. Damnit, what is this? An interrogation?

"Open up." You repeat, not asking this time.

Fuck. Why is that kind of...? Ugh, no. Not even going there. Mike tentatively opens his mouth, still blinking through the interrogation-esque lighting above him.

"There you go. A little wider, now."

Your fingers immediately find their way into his mouth, prying his jaws open further.

Mike's eyes go wider than his jaw when you pull out a hook and start scraping it against his teeth. What the fuck? He's feeling more and more like this is some kind of torture and interrogation ritual.

"I know, hun. No one likes the hook. Just relax." You coo, placing a hand on the side of his face and wedging your thumb between his teeth.

He takes a deep breath and melts back into the chair, letting himself be soothed by your voice. Mike tries to focus on your face above him instead of the horrible metal scraping his bones. The backlighting creates a halo around your head as you lean over him, reminding him of an angel.

You seem to notice his staring, because you smile down at him.

"So, tell me about yourself, Mike."

Mike's brow furrows in confusion. How the hell is supposed to answer that with a mouthful of latex-covered fingers and metal torture instruments?

"Uhhh..." He lets out a strained gargle, the only sound he can really make in this moment.

"Interesting..." You chuckle, still scraping away at his teeth.

"Tell me more."

Oh. You're teasing him. Fuck that.

Mike rolls his eyes, trying to make it clear he's not in the mood.

"Sassy, are we? Careful. I do have a hook in your mouth."

Christ. Are you threatening him now? Is this how trips to the dentist are supposed to go? Mike has no idea. So, he lets out another grunt.

"Your teeth actually look really nice. You brush at least twice a day?"

Mike nods slightly, scared to move too much with the hook scraping dangerously close to his gums.

"Good, good. Your teeth are so straight and bright."

Now you're complimenting him? Mike can feel his brain go fuzzy as he stares up into your eyes. The paper mask you're wearing covers the lower half of your face, sure, but your eyes are... entrancing.

He tries to say a quick "thanks", but with your thumb still wedged between his teeth... it comes out as more of an "Aahhh". And sounds suspiciously like a moan. Damnit.

"Got something to say?" You laugh softly, removing your fingers and tools from his mouth.

Mike takes the opportunity to close his mouth and feel over his teeth with his tongue. They feel... different.

"Just, uh, thanks..." He mumbles.

"Of course, you're doing so well."

Fuck. Are his jeans getting tighter?

Mike tries to subtly adjust himself while you turn to grab something off the nearby table. God damnit. This wouldn't happen if he wasn't so damn touch starved.

You put a little hose in his mouth and explain it's to rinse his mouth out. Or something like that. Mike isn't really listening, instead focusing solely on calming the fuck down.

"Oh, and sorry if I'm talking too much. I just transferred over from a pediatric office, so I'm used to having to distract my patients while I work. You probably don't need that, do you?"

He just gargles a response, mouth filling with water.

"Wait, here, don't swallow that."

Mike can't help but think he'd swallow anything if you told him to. Ugh. His jeans are definitely getting too tight.

You stick a different hose in his mouth, and it sucks out the watery saliva mixture.

"You're fine... I haven't been to the dentist since I was a kid, anyways."

"Really?" You ask, eyes lighting up as you lean over him again.

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh, but your teeth look so nice! Keep doing whatever you're doing, hun." You cup his face in your hands, leaning in close and gently pushing his lips back with your thumbs for a better look at his teeth.

Mike squirms slightly, a little intimidated by your firm grip on his face and intense scrutiny of his mouth. He tries to tug the hem of his hoodie down in an attempt to hide his growing boner. Fuck, he feels like such a pervert.

Of course, his movement only draws your attention down to his... ''problem area''.

You must be pretending not to notice, because your eyes flick back over to the table. As you get up to grab something, you casually bump the door with your hip and it swings shut.

What's that for? Mike is too embarrassed to ask, so he just waits patiently as you make your way back over with a toothbrush.

"Open for me." You playfully tap his lips with a finger, and Mike does as asked.

"Good, good... we're almost done here."

Mike feels a lot more relaxed like this. Your voice is soothing, and he stares up into your eyes as you brush his teeth. It's strange to have someone else do it for him, but hey, at least you're not using the damn hook anymore.

After a minute or so of this, he starts to calm down, the tent in his pants dying down as well. Thank god.

"Alright, gonna rinse your mouth again. If you have any needs or concerns regarding your teeth, now's the time to tell me."

Mike gently shakes his head no, mouth filling with water as you rinse his teeth with the little hose.

"You sure? Nothing else you want?"

Are you... flirting with him? Or is this just how these things go? Mike's head spins as you put the toothbrush back in his mouth again.

"Just gonna brush your tongue... Say 'ahh' for me!"

Mike lets out a weak ''ahh'', that, again, sounds extremely similar to a moan. Fuck.

You slowly brush his tongue, going further and further back. Mike starts to shift in his seat, wondering just how much of his tongue he's supposed to be brushing. He certainty never goes this far, it's almost at the back of his throat... Still, he tits his head back slightly, letting you go even deeper.

"Damn. No gag reflex, or just used to this sort of thing?" You tease, smirking so obviously he can see it through the mask.

Okay, yeah. You're definitely flirting with him.

Mike just sputters and chokes in response, unable to speak while practically deepthroating the damn toothbrush.

"Sorry, let me get that out..."

When his mouth is finally his own again, free of intrusive fingers and oral hygiene instruments, he clears his throat. There's a familiar tightness in his jeans, and he's sure by now that you've noticed.

"Uhh... I..."

You take off your mask and he can finally see your whole face again. Your smile is attractive, no doubt, but also a little... hungry? You want something from him.

Mike isn't sure he could resist if you asked.

"So, you're sure there's nothing else... bothering you?" You ask, eyes trailing down to the tent in his jeans.

Ah, fuck. There's no hiding it now, huh? Mike tries to at least sit up slightly in the chair, but ends up a squirming mess instead.

"I..." He starts, swallowing hard.

"Are you offering...?"

As if to answer his unspoken question, you stand up from your chair and throw a leg over his.

He watches with wide eyes as you inch up his legs, straddling him and sitting just below his crotch.

"What do you think?"

Holy shit. What kind of a question is that? He "thinks" this is the hottest thing that's ever happened to him.

"More." He mumbles, bringing his hands up to rest on the sides of your thighs.

That's all the confirmation you need, apparently. Before he can even process what's happening, you're grinding against his clothed cock.

Mike moves his hands up to your hips, watching as you remove the blue latex gloves with your teeth. God, that's got to be the most arousing thing he's ever seen, and he's not even sure why. He feels like a victorian man seeing an ankle. Is he really that goddamn desperate?

You brace your hands against his chest and lean in close, even more so than when you were prodding your fingers in his mouth.

Fuck. Mike decides he is definitely that desperate.

"You want this, don't you?" You ask sweetly, hot breath brushing against his lips.

He nods eagerly. Yes, he wants this. More than anything.

"Use your words, hun."

"I want this." He whines, bucking his hips up to meet yours while you grind on him. "I want you."

"I know." You whisper, bridging the small remaining gap between the two of you.

Mike kisses you back in earnest, moaning into your mouth when he finally feels your tongue slip between his lips.

He'd be content to stay like this forever, if his cock wasn't absolutely aching in his jeans. The grinding feels nice, yes, but he doesn't want to cum like this.

When you finally pull away and sit back up on him, he's left gasping for breath. Holy shit. Is this really happening?

"You really thought I wouldn't notice?" You ask, humming happily as you unzip his jeans.

Mike stammers out a response as you tug his pants down, squirming to help you get them off faster. He wishes you'd take the boxers off too, but he's not gonna push his luck.

"I-I couldn't help It... You're so..." He just looks up at you with pure admiration, letting his hands slide down your thighs.

"...perfect." Yeah, that's just about the only word describe you. No other would do you justice, not with how amazing you look on top of him like this.

"And you're already leaking."

Mike whimpers as you grope his dick, palming at it through his boxers. Fuck, you're not wrong. He can see the wet spot growing on his underwear. He tightens his grip on your thighs, desperate to feel you.

"More." He chokes out. "Please."

"Hmm... should I give you more?" You taunt him, giving his aching cock a firm squeeze through the fabric of his underwear.

"Yes!"

Mike is nearly shouting at this point, and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He can only pray the room is somewhat soundproof.

"Well, I guess you have been good for me..."

You slowly peel down his boxers, and his dick springs up to slap against his stomach. A steady stream of precum is leaks from the tip, and his back arches from the sudden sensation.

"Fuck... yes... good... so, so good for you..." He bucks his hips up into nothing, desperately pulling you down his lap by your thighs.

He isn't thinking straight at this point. It doesn't matter that you're at work. It doesn't matter you're fully clothed. He needs you on his dick. NOW.

"Woah, woah... slow down, hun." Laughing, you take his hands by the wrists and move them to the armrests.

He doesn't resist, throwing his head back and groaning. He'd let you do whatever you want to him at this point. He just wants to cum.

"Please..." He whimpers, gripping the armrests tightly as your hand inches towards his cock.

"You gonna be good for me? And wait till I give you permission to cum?"

He nods, still bucking his hips up into your hand as you wrap your soft hand around his length.

"Say it." You demand, still just holding it, unmoving as he slips further and further into pure desperation.

"I'll be good f'you. I'll wait. I promise. S'good..."

Mike mumbles a barely-coherent response, half nonsense as he fucks your hand with even more intensity. He's losing it already, and you've haven't even started-

Fuck.

You start to jerk him off at a moderate pace, hand moving in synch with his hips.

"That feel good, hm?"

He just moans a response, too fucked out to form words. His hips stutter and he nearly comes just from the way you're talking to him.

When you take your hand away suddenly, he groans, reaching out to grab your hips and pull you closer. You can't end this for him. Not yet.

Thankfully, you didn't seem eager to put a stop to things. You slide down his lap, resting right up against his cock.

"I swear, if you cum on my uniform, I'll make you lick it all up."

Shit. Mike nearly does just that as you lean down and furiously make out with him. It's the toothbrush all over again, with the way your tongue is punching down his throat. He's never felt this desired before.

One of your hands gently tugs at his curls, and the other pulls his lower back up into an arch as you grind against him. Fuck, If you don't slow down...

"I'm g-gonna... gonna cum..." He breaks the kiss, whining and desperately pushing back on your hips, trying to keep from finishing. He wants to be good for you. He really does.

"Do it." You whisper, moving down to kiss his neck as he whimpers.

"Cum for me."

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Mike wakes up in a cold sweat, trembling and gasping for air. Shit, he had been suffocating with his face in a pillow.

And... fuck. Probably jutting his hips into the mattress, too.

He doesn't even have to look at his shorts to know they're ruined. Damnit. Another wet dream. At this point, he almost preferred the reoccurring nightmares. Almost.

Hey, his next dentist appointment is in... what, three months? Maybe this time he'd work up the nerve to ask you out.

Probably not.

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Author's note: I'M SORRY. Literally no one asked for this. Probably no one but me has ever gone "haha what if Mike has a praise kink and gets hard at the dentist". But it was so funny to me?? I had to stop what I was working on and write it IMMIDEATELY. I hope it wasn't too deranged.

I like to imagine his little dream is at least half true. Like, he's touch starved and ended up with an over-friendly oral hygienist who joked with him a little too much. And it made him feel things. But everything from the point of the door being closed and onwards is just his own twisted fantasy.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Arguments and Confessions {part 2.} (housemate!harry series)

Period Cramps Are No Fun {part 1.} (housemate!harry series)

AN: so after writing part 1. to this, i knew i needed to continue it somewho and this is what i came up with. if you haven't read the previous part, please read that first but it's not mandatory to understand this one. just a recommendation. i hope you enjoy and yes i plan on writing a part three to continue this part as well. make sure to send me your feedback and how you enjoyed it. thank you and enjoy. xoxo

This story contains: smut, one-night stands, arguing (angst), confessions of feelings

{ housemate!harry - friendrry - soft!harry - au harry }

word count- 2,097

After not being able to take one more night of hearing you and your one-night stand have fun in your room, Harry angrily leaves until you're done which leads to apologizing and confessions the following morning.

Ever since your last period a few weeks ago where Harry had to help you in the middle of the night from the amount of pain your cramps were causing you, there has been this lingering tension in the house. You don't know if its from Harry having seen you in such a vulnerable position that night. Or maybe that moment where you could have sworn Harry was thinking of leaning down to kiss you after you shared your gratitude for what he'd done. Either way, the tensions are high and you hate it.

For instance, two Saturdays ago you went out to the club with some friends and end up bringing a guy back home. Harry didn't really care if you brought friends over or people over for a one-night stand as long as they left his stuff alone. That was until he caught feelings for you that you're unaware of.

Anyways, Harry was sat on the couch watching some television show with his cat Pixie in his lap when you came stumbling in the front door with a man by your side. Now you don't always bring home men. You don't sleep around too much but, you dabble here and there when you get just tipsy enough and you're in a desperate need of some real cock.

Harry looked up from the tv screen with an annoyed face. One you've never seen him portray before. Usually when you brought men home he smiled and joked, saying stuff like, "Be safe and make sure you have him wrap it up." Or, "Not too loud, kids. I've got work in the mornin'." Right then, if looks could kill, they would.

To try and have a good rest of your night, you didn't linger in worry over the look Harry gave you and dragged the man you met at the club to your room. Once the moans started, Harry stands from the couch, turning the tv off, and quickly went into his bedroom so he could bury himself under his covers to hopefully drowned out the sounds.

The only reason Harry never tells you to go to their house for the one-night stands is because he feels safer knowing you're here. He can hear if something was to go wrong and you needed help. Otherwise, he would tell you to go back to their house.

When you first moved into his house, Harry never had a problem with hearing moans come out of your room during your one-night stands. He'd drowned them out and move on to what he was doing. But the longer you lived here and the closer you got to one another, the more painful it is to bare. It physically makes him nauseous to think about how another man is making you feel good. Touching you. Fucking you just right. He wished upon anything that it was him.

Seeings as you brought a stranger home, you obviously don't feel the same about him. Or so he thinks. But in reality, you like Harry just as much as he likes you. And the only reason you have one-night stands is you're afraid to share your feelings to Harry because if he doesn't reciprocate, the tension in the house would be ten times worse and you'd probably have to move out. Which means you'd have nowhere to go because he's the cheapest option right now.

Little does Harry know though, everytime you bring a guy back home, as he's fucking you into the mattress, all you can picture is Harry. You picture that guys hands as Harry's hands. You picture that guys dick as Harry's dick. Even the guys face, you close your eyes and imagine it as Harry's perfect face. You're surprised you haven't moaned out Harry's name yet on accident. That would be embarrassing.

You have a feeling Harry doesn't like you in any other way other then just friends too because well, he also has frequent one-night stands over. He invites both men and women to his bedroom to enjoy for the night. You have to sit and suffer as you hear the moans that come out of his room. Just like Harry, when you first moved in it wasn't a big deal. But now, months after living here and the closer you get, the more painful it is.

You wish more than anything you were the people he had in his bed. The one he had under him, or, the one on top of him. Little did you know though for the past few months, every person Harry's slept with he imagines them as you. Whether he has a girl for the night or a boy. Especially when he sleeps with other women because well, you're a women so picturing her as you is easy. With a man it's not as easy but he still subconsciously pictures them as you.

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Currently it's Friday night and after meeting this very hot man at the bar and chatting it up, you decide to take him home with you. You know you should cool it down with all this sleeping around you've been doing recently but the more your feelings grow for Harry, the more you find yourself having one-night stands. Probably to try and ignore those underlying feelings you have towards your housemate.

As you enter the front door with an attractive man in your arms, giggling about something he whispered in your ear, you notice Harry in his usual spot on the couch. His cat Pixie in his lap. But something's different about him tonight. Usually he tiredly smiles at you and jokes around about the things you're about to go do in your bedroom.

Tonight though, he has a deep frown on his face and stands up quicker then you'd ever seen. Grabbing his keys out of the dish by the entryway, Harry spits in a sour tone, "Let me know when you're done, yeah. I'd rather not be here while you're getting fucked by some fuckin' stranger." With that, Harry's out the door in a flash and makes his way to his car in the driveway.

"What's his problem?" your one-night stand questions.

Standing there in shock at how Harry just reacted, you answer just as confused, "Um...... I.. I donno. Usually he's cool when I bring people home." Wanting to at least try and enjoy the rest of your night, you grab the man's arm and drag him towards your bedroom.

This is your first one-night stand that you can say was truly an awful experience. It wasn't so much the guys fault as it was your's. The whole time he was fucking you into the mattress, all you could think about was Harry and how him leaving like he did didn't sit right with you. You hate when people are mad at you and Harry's reaction made it seem like he was very angry with you tonight.

Towards the end of the sex, you became less wet and the sex became more painful. You just weren't turned on at all anymore. You should have told the man to stop but he looked like he was close to coming so you just laid there emotionless until he came in the condom. The man did attempt to make you come by rubbing on your clit but his technique was all wrong and his fingertips felt like dry sandpaper.

Once he pulls out, you stand up to put your clothes back on and as politely as possible request your one-night stand to leave. Most of the time you'll let them stay and you'll cuddle until you both fall asleep but tonight, you didn't want that.

The man leaves in a hurry and as soon as he's out the front door, you text Harry.

To Harry-

he's gone. you can come back home now. going to sleep. night.

From his car, Harry reads the message and makes his way back to his house. He didn't go far. He literally just drove around the neighborhood in circles until you were done. As he pulls back into the driveway, guilt floods his system. He should have never reacted that way. But he just couldn't bare another night of hearing your moans.

Funny thing is, though he now knows you own several sex toys and he assumes you use them from time to time, he's never once heard you masturbate. He'd almost rather hear you moaning from your vibrators then some duchy man.

Harry quietly opens the front door and wishes you weren't asleep right now. He wants to talk to you and properly apologize but he reckons it'll have to wait until morning. He turns all the lights out in the kitchen and living room before going into his bedroom and getting into bed. He hopes he can get at least a little sleep but as of now, his mind is wide awake from guilt and also coming to terms with the fact he actually does like you but not knowing when or if he should tell you that.

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The next morning you're up before Harry and decide to make some coffee. As you're pouring the dark liquid in your cup, Harry walks in the kitchen with a yawn. You turn around and notice how tired he looks. Like he didn't get much sleep last night. "Mornin'." he mutters while scratching his belly.

With a tight lipped smile, you reply, "Morning." to him as well.

Sitting down on a stool at his kitchen island, Harry begins, "Look, I want to apologize for how I acted last night. It was uncalled for. I...."

"No, I get it." you cut him off, "This is your house. I should ask before I bring people over. I just assumed since you've always been so cool about it before that you never had a problem with it. From now on I'll request to go to their house."

"Y/n, that's not it at all. And please don't go to a strangers house. I'd rather you did bring them here so at least I know you're safe when you have one-night stands. But, I'd rather you not have any at all."

Frowning, you bite back, "Then what is it, Harry? You don't want me going to their houses yet you dislike when I bring them here. I've gotta find pleasure somewhere since I don't have an actual boyfriend."

"Why not just use one of the many sex toys I know you have?" Harry comments without thinking and your eyes go wide.

"Wha...What? How do you know about those?"

Giggling arrogantly, he answers, "When you asked me to get you your pain medicine out of your bedside table drawer a few weeks ago. Seen three in there. Classic place to hide them, Y/n. Real classic."

Stuttering, you speak, "I..... I um, it's not the same, Harry! And I could say the same about you. Why don't you just use your hand instead of bringing people over, hm?"

"I use my hand and still bring people home, Y/n. I'm a horny guy. What can I say." You've never seen Harry be so cheeky with his remarks and it's kinda turning you on.

"Okay, so..... like why don't you get yourself a boyfriend or girlfriend?" you question curiously. Ever since living here with Harry he's never had a partner. Just random hook-ups here and there. From your more vulnerable talks, you know he's had partners in the past but he said they never lasted more than a few months and you didn't know the reason.

Breathing deeply, Harry nervously shifts in his seat before spilling, "Because I think I like someone and havin' a girlfriend or boyfriend would make me feel like I'm betraying them."

You notice how nervous Harry appears now. His chest heaves more as he inhales larger breaths. His hands fiddle with the one ring he has on his middle finger. His legs are bobbing up and down. You're scared to ask your next question because depending on his answer, you could get your heart broken.

"Who do you like, Harry?"

"Um..." he starts, "well, she has brown hair and hazel eyes. Very beautiful hazel eyes. Perfect pink lips and an amazing body. She's about 5'5 in height and loves watchin' rom coms on my couch."

Harry is literally describing you but you don't want to assume. Because if it wasn't you, you'd be so embarrassed you guessed yourself. "By chance, what's her name?"

Looking deeply in your eyes, Harry answers clearly, "Her name..... her name is Y/n."

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My Masterlist Masterpost

Friends Who Share Mutual Emotions {part 3.} (housemate!harry series)

[smashboxgirl26]

hello!! i was wondering if i could request a reader who feels alienated and depressed because she is basically a loner at school and bakugou who goes out of his way to spend time with her, bringing her lunch to share and ends up confessing to her?

the days of the week

contains: fluff word count: 2.1k a/n: yes yes yesss,,, only i changed some things bc thats how it worked out in my head. also it's short and sweet, but i had fun drifting off from my wips and getting to put my mind on something new

monday:

"What're you doing here?" you stared up from your book at Bakugou, who'd plopped himself down beside you.

It was lunchtime, and you'd found yourself outside under the tree near the end of the field, alone, as you'd been since the sports festival.

"Why? M'not allowed to eat lunch here?" he gave you a sneer as he raised his eyebrow.

"No," you rolled your eyes. "I was asking why you were here. You don't normally sit here, you sit inside with everyone else."

"So? Do I need a reason?"

"Nevermind," you shook your head, returning to your book.

"Yer not eating anything?" he started again after a moment of silence, and you looked up at him with despair.

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah, it fuckin' does," his eyes narrowed in your direction. "How the fuck am I supposed to beat you at your full power in training if you haven't even eaten anything?"

That's what this is about.

There were going to be one-on-one sparring sessions that day in training, and All Might (very fortunately) had disclosed everyone's partner ahead of time so that everyone had enough time to prepare for their opponent's quirk.

"Listen Bakugou, I'll make sure to put in my all, or whatever. I'm still fine without eating."

You found a part of yourself trying to appease him, despite the weird mind games he was playing. You knew it was just because of what he'd seen your quirk do in the sports festival — and why everyone in your class had practically dumped you, even if they were too scared to admit it — and because he was so obsessed with winning.

A bowl was suddenly nudged in front you, and you had to look up from your book again to see Bakugou giving you another look.

"M'not fighting you if you haven't eaten anything," he announced defiantly.

The look he was giving you made it seem as if you had lost the argument, especially since he was almost gloating as he raised his eyebrows as a way to force you to challenge him.

"Okay," you shrugged before turning back down. "Don't fight me then."

You heard him growl under his breath, and before you could internally celebrate your victory, your book was pulled out of your hands and you looked back up at him in shock.

"Listen here you shitty fuckin' extra," he snarled. "I am not going to miss out on training just because you decided to be a bitch and spite me. So eat yer damn food."

"Give me my book back."

"No."

"Give it back, Bakugou."

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh! Just give it to me!"

"What are ya gonna do, extra? Fight me?" he taunted, and you quickly realized what he was playing at.

"Fucking fine!" you huffed, grabbing the bowl of ramen and downing it in under a minute. It wasn't hot, thankfully, since it'd been out for a while — and you looked back at Bakugou after finishing and wiping your mouth with the back of your wrist.

"Give. It."

He tossed the book back at you without a second thought, and you shot him a glare before letting out a breath when you realized that the page you were reading was still bookmarked.

Only Bakugou didn't leave after that. He sat there and chewed on his onigiri for the rest of the period before getting up a couple minutes before the bell rang.

Fuckin' weirdo.

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tuesday:

"Yer still not eating anything?" Bakugou said as he placed his lunch tray on the grass next to where you were sitting, again.

After your match yesterday (where Bakugou had still won, obviously), you thought that he would leave you alone, since you weren't friends and he didn't have any reasons to talk to you besides your match.

"Why does it matter?" you looked up from your book, surprised. Why was he back?

"Because you need to eat," he rolled his eyes. "Isn't that fuckin' obvious?"

You resolved his statement with a glare that he didn't acknowledge, watching as he instead pushed half of a sandwich towards you before taking a bite of his curry.

"Why are you here?" you glanced between him and the sandwich.

"To eat. Isn't that obvious?"

"No, asshole. Why are you here?"

"Because I can."

"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should," you raised an eyebrow, watching as a vein popped out of his forehead when he turned to you.

"Listen extra," he dropped his chopsticks to point a finger at you. "I can sit wherever the fuck I want. Now shut the fuck up and eat your sandwich."

You gave him an unimpressed look before grabbing the sandwich and tearing the paper it was wrapped in harshly. You made sure that you bit and chewed into it aggressively, just wanting him to shut up so you could read your book but still let him know that you were angry about him coming and sitting next to you — but you were still a little hungry since you'd skipped breakfast that morning.

You didn't notice the little triumphant look Bakugou gave himself as he watched you from the side — angrily chewing the sandwich while your eyes scanned the page in front of you.

He'd won again.

. . .

wednesday:

"What's this lame ass book you've always got your nose stuck in?" Bakugou announced as he sat down next to you again, only you weren't as bothered by his presence as you'd been the day before.

You still let out an audible groan though when you looked up, watching as Bakugou slid over a plate with sushi before biting into his own salad.

"Why do you keep bringing me lunch?"

"I've told you this already," he rolled his eyes. "Use your fuckin' brain for once."

"No- Let me just.." you put your book down and stared at him. "I meant, why do you keep coming and sitting with me and bringing me lunch and stuff? I'm fine on my own."

"Answer my question first," he looked up from eating. "You didn't answer me."

"Just a romance," you rolled your eyes. "Now why do keep sitting with me?"

"The best friend was super shitty in that one," Bakugou mumbled in passing when he finally found himself noticing the title of the book, but his eyes widened in an instant to find a cat-like grin stretching across your face.

"How do you know that?" you asked him slyly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried to seem nonchalant about it, looking back with a glare that was probably supposed to deter you from asking any further — but it seemed to have no weight when you willingly scooched closer to him.

"I clearly heard you Bakugou," you raised an eyebrow, watching as his eyes refused to look back down at the book cover again in definace.

"I didn't say anything."

You stared him down, this time watching as he crumbled, putting down his bowl before he spoke.

"I fuckin' read it before, okay?" he threw his arms up. "What else do you think happened? But if you tell another goddamn soul about this, I'm gonna kill you. Got it?"

"Yeah got it — I won't," you shrugged him off. "But what does she do?"

"Huh?"

"You said the best friend was shitty. What did she do?"

You watched Bakugou roll his his eyes before finally giving in, slumping against the tree trunk you always sat next to like he was letting the weight fall off his shoulders.

"Remember when she told the main character girl about the second guy liking her and all that."

"You mean Ryu?"

"Yeah that idiot — well she did it because she was trying to get the brother mad at the both of them so she could ask the main guy out instead," Bakugou went back to eating his salad smugly, watching as your face twisted into shock.

"Of course she wanted to get with Haru!" you stared at the book now sitting in the grass. "I thought it was so weird when she told her because it was so obvious she was already jealous about Haru not liking her."

"Yeah," Bakugou barely shrugged, taking another bite.

You'd forgotten about your question this time, but he wasn't sure he would be so lucky if you asked him again.

At least it was fun to talk about something he never got to.

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thursday:

The fact that you were reading a different book today instantly caught Bakugou's attention as he sat down at your usual spot, two bento boxes in hand.

"What happened to the other one?" he gestured to the thicker, hardcover book.

"You basically spoiled it," you shrugged. "So I'm rereading a different one instead."

Bakugou didn't say anything as he slid a bento box over to you, pulling out his chopsticks as you put your book down.

"I didn't see bento's in the lunch room today. I was hoping for pizza actually."

"I'm not yer damn waiter. Just shut up and appreciate the food you're given," he rolled his eyes.

"Where'd you get them from though?" you asked as you opened the bento, a small smile creeping up at the neatly packed food inside.

"...I made 'em," he almost whispered, eyes strained as you took a bite of the salmon he made.

"It's good!" you looked up at him with wide eyes. "I didn't know you could cook so well."

"Of course I fuckin' can," he sneered, turning back to his box like he wasn't intently watching your reaction. "I'm the best cook in our class."

"I wouldn't be so sure," you raised an eyebrow. "Sato's actually really good at baking."

"That's not the same thing you idiot."

"Aren't they similar though?"

"No."

And it was silent again, the both of you eating under the tree until you finally spoke again.

"Why do you keep sitting with me, Bakugou?"

It was hard for Bakugou to look up after those words came off your lips in a nonchalant manner — how was he supposed to answer with the truth?

"Does it fuckin' matter?" he deflected. "Why're you always sitting alone then?"

"I dunno," you rolled your eyes as if the answer was obvious, your face scrunching when you realized his question was serious.

"You're being serious?" you asked with an almost gaped mouth.

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"My quirk," you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Bakugou only gave you a look of bewilderment.

"The sports festival?" you reiterated. "How I had that guy from Class B under my control and stuff?"

"So?" he looked away. "You did okay. It's not even like you won or anything."

"Do I really have to spell it out for you? People think my quirk is villainous."

It wasn't like Bakugou didn't notice the change in attitude towards you after the sports festival and the true nature of your quirk was revealed, but he really believed that the people around him were better than that.

He saw how the media was treating his own outbursts, and while in the tiniest way possible he could understand them — your reaction was unwarranted.

"Don't say shit like that," Bakugou looked up to you seriously. "If no one else around you can see that your quirk's good enough to become a hero, fuck 'em. They weren't worth being in your life anyways. Got that?"

You paused, seemingly unable to speak from the weight his words left hanging in the air — but you finally nodded slightly, picking up your book from where it was still open in the grass.

"Thanks."

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friday:

You didn't startle today when Bakugou found his place beside you, nonchalantly turning the page without registering his existence. He couldn't help but let the silence linger — you looked peaceful while quietly reading — letting himself start eating his own lunch after pushing a plate in front of you.

Your book snapped shut after a couple moments, suddenly, and he could feel your eyes boring holes into the side of his head.

"Bakugou."

"Hmm?"

"Why do you keep eating lunch with me?"

But as soon as he opened his mouth to deflect, you interrupted him.

"And I know that it's not because you wanna make sure that I'm in top shape or whatever — and you can't deflect the question like every other time I've asked you this, okay?" You were staring at him seriously.

"Okay, you wanna know why?" he started, putting his chopsticks on his plate before turning towards you straight on. "I like you, Y/N — more than as a friend would."

You blinked at him, clearly startled by his response. "Why?"

"Whadd'ya mean why? Does there have to be reason?" He sneered. Were you being serious?

"But... My quirk..."

"Didn't I already tell you? Anyone who thinks that has shit for brains. Now shut up and eat your food."

[anonymousbardd]

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Celebrity Crush

↳ Diego Kang x FemReader

- In an interview, the famous Korean idol, Diego Kang had been asked who his celebrity crush is.

To much the interviewer's surprise, he mentioned a name that no one has heard of.

It was another long day for me to begin, my manager has been reminding me none-stop about a sit down interview on a show this afternoon.

Everything's been so time consuming, and I haven't even finished my job to take down the chairman yet.

After finishing a nice shower I looked at a picture that was framed on my shelf, it was a group picture of my friends and I.

I sighed and got dressed for the interview, once I've finished, I called my manager and told them that I'm ready to head out.

"Good afternoon mister Kang! It's a pleasure to have you here," the host greeted, I smiled and leaned back on the small couch, "Thank you for having me, it's an honour."

"How is your afternoon going so far Mister Kang?"

"It's starting of well, I suppose after the interview I'll just go ahead and have something to eat."

I and the host chatted for a while, he asked me some questions about my career, hobbies, etc.

Eventually, he asked me something that I knew a lot of people were wondering as well.

"So, mister Kang, you've worked with quite a lot of celebrities, have you?" I nodded crossed my legs, "I have, they're really fun to work with."

The host then chuckled and rested his head on his hand, "May I ask a question that's running around for quite a while now, how is your celebrity crush?"

I knew it, I sat there in silence as I thought for a moment.

The image of a young girl flashed in my mind, "I suppose it would be a young woman I like to call Tulip," I said.

My response tickled everyone with curiosity, "Who is this Tulip?" The host asked, I grinned and leaned back on the couch I sat on.

"Well... She's someone who I always admired, she was the one who inspired me to become the person that I am today..." I paused and let out a sigh.

"Though I never admitted it, I'd do anything just to see her," I smiled as I felt a tug in my stomach.

I knew that everyone was asking the same thing, who the hell is Tulip, well, I didn't want to disclose any detailed information about her.

One may mistake it for me being too busy and forgetting about her, but it's not the case.

(F/n) is the loveliest woman I've ever met, though she stuck around with violent men, her heart's warmer than the sun.

(F/n) wasn't well known for fighting, in fact, she never raised a finger to hurt anyone, everybody knew her because she's the only one who tried to reason with stupid arguements.

She gave and gave and never expected anything in return, every Saturday she and I would go out for walks at the park, as if life is so simple, and it is.

With (F/n), everything is comforting, the little things mattered, her kindness always sparked something in me.

That's why I regret it... Not being able to protect her, (F/n) was the loveliest person I've ever met.

And I should have told her about it way sooner, I should have confessed to her from the start, I shouldn't have left like a scared dog.

(F/n) was the kindness person I've ever met, I always found myself thinking about her, wanting to be with her and.. Loving her.

Everybody knew her, they all respected her, and I was a damned fool to let her go.

༝༚༝༚𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚍

[gavisuntiedboot]

How do you think gavi would be if it was the readers first time? would he still be aggressive and have a fast pace?

btw love ur writing❤️

First Time with Gavi

Doing this in bullets cause I fee like it!! SMUT. SMUTTTT. 18+ ONLYYYYYYY. MINORS GO AWAYYYYYYY.

Pablo, in my opinion, tries his hardest not to be with virgins. It's too much commitment and too much obligation. He didn't want to from that kind of connection with someone who he wasn't ready to settle down with

He had mentioned this to you offhandedly one night, as you both sipped on drinks and played cards - a casual hangout. You bit your lip anxiously but said nothing.

You had been with guys before and were what was lovingly called a "technical virgin" - someone who had fooled around and done other things, but had never actually gone so far as to have sex.

You had never found a man that you wanted to go all the way with, and so you continued to satisfy yourself and ya know, *fantasize*

When you and Gavi started talking, it was something you had never felt before - a desire that you never had towards anyone else

You knew almost instantly that you wanted your first time to be with him, but you were nervous because of what he had said before about not wanting to be with a virgin

So when you got to the stage in your relationship where things started to turn more sexual, you were nervous, trying to avoid full sex as much as possible

You did this through multiple tactics - saying you were on your period or too tired.

If you were out of excuses, you would go down on him, satisfying him in other ways to get his mind off of sex

Eventually, he started to get suspicious. He thought you were just playing hard to get, so he tried to make his meetings with you more romantic.

From music to candles to rose petals, he did everything in his power to make you believe he was worthy of you - that he was committed to you and not just after a quick fuck

But nothing seemed to work. Each time, you two would fool around and do other things, but you never went all the way with him. He was growing more and more concerned over this fact, thinking that you just didn't trust him.

So one day while you were cuddling on your couch he asked you about it, wondering if you didn't trust him enough to have sex with him, or if you just weren't interested in general

You go red in the face, heart pounding - you never expected him to confront you about the fact that you two had yet to have sex

Instead of being honest, you pulled a J. Cole Wet Dreamz (listen to this song if you haven't to get the reference).

Thinking it would ruin your relationship if you confessed your virginity, you told him the reason you two had yet to have sex was because he couldn't handle it.

Yes dear reader, you told Gavi that you were such a stallion, so wild in bed, that he would need several days to recover, and that's why you had yet to sleep with him.

His eyes widened with a mixture of fear and excitement, and now you were really in deep shit. You now not only had to pretend that you weren't a virgin, but also that you were a borderline porn star.

But the response seemed to satiate Gavi for now, so you went with it, and in the following days forgot the whole convo.

That is until he texted you saying that the team would have a week off after their next cup game, so he had enough time to recover (wink wink)

"I'll see you on Saturday, Princesa. Then you can finally show me what I've been missing ;)"

You paled and broke into a cold sweat at the thought, and spent the next week watching an unhealthy amount of porn so that you could take notes on everything going on.

When Saturday rolled around, you were a nervous wreck to say the least.

Your doorbell almost gave you a heart attack as you opened the door to find Gavi, in gray trousers and a white t-shirt, a dozen deep red roses in hand.

After a couple pleasantries, you two found yourselves in the bedroom, with his arms peeling off his own shirt and then working on your dress.

You tried to remember everything you watched over the past week, flipping your positions to straddle Gavi's lap.

You helped him remove his pants and he gripped the soft flesh of your ass, kneading it between his fingers and giving it a light smack, causing you to let out a small yelp of surprise.

"You're in for the ride of your life mi amor", he whispered in your ear, playing with the waistband of your panties.

Your anxiety went into overdrive and you pushed off of Gavi moving to the edge of the bed, hiding your face in your hands as you tried to slow your breathing.

Immediately he was concerned - did he do something wrong? What did he say?

He placed a hand on your back to comfort you, and you looked up at Gavi with tears welling in your eyes

"Pablo... I need to tell you something."

He prepared for the worst. His stomach had dropped, and he prepared himself to hear that you had slept with someone else.

"I... I've never done this before."

The shock of your statement had him widen his eyes at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"huh?"

"I've never had sex before."

A smile broke out onto his face as he processed what you were saying, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because you said you don't fuck virgins."

Pablo's laugh echoed through your bedroom, and you hid your face in your hands once again

"Why are you laughing?" "Because when I said that I obviously didn't mean you, stupid. You're my girlfriend, not someone I just met. We're already attached emotionally even without sex."

He swiped your tears with his thumb, pulling you into his chest.

"We don't have to do this tonight, I'll wait for as long as you need. You really thought telling me you were wild in bed was the better alternative?"

You groaned into his chest as he kept laughing. You pressed your forehead to his and placed a swift peck on his lips. You knew you wanted to have sex with Gavi. And now that he had reassured you that he wouldn't leave because you're a virgin, the warmth in your stomach started to spread.

"I know we don't have to, but I want to. With you. Tonight." "Are you sure? I promise there's no pressure." "I'm certain. I want you to be the first person to fuck me, Pablo."

His jaw went slack at your words, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss, arms around your waist pulling you in.

He moved so you were underneath him, pulling away and kissing your forehead gently.

"Princesa, we're not about to fuck. We're about to make love. I want to love you gently like you deserve, angel."

He kissed your neck slowly, making his way up to your ear.

"I have to break you in first. Then we can fuck."

He would be so caring with you, constantly asking if you felt okay

Lots of kisses and gentle touches and praise

"You like that? You're doing so good for me, Princesa"

Would definitely forget to let you adjust to his size, entering you a little rougher than he should

He would stop completely, leaning over you and nuzzling into your neck so that he could stop himself from bucking up into you because you're just so fucking tight.

You would be clenching so hard around him, unable to relax at the new stretch.

"Amor, you're going to have to relax. If you keep gripping me this, I'm not going to last."

You tried to breathe and tried to relax, but the feeling - the stretch - was just too overwhelming.

He brought his lips to yours, pressing a long kiss into you, trying to distract you from the overload on your senses

He moved back to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, as he brought one hand down to your clit, rubbing circles into it.

You cried out, the stretch finally feeling familiar, and the waves of pleasure from Gavi's movements rolling up your body.

"Please... move"

He started thrusting slowly, pulling out half way and slowly sheathing himself inside you once again, fingers still playing with your clit, lips still on your neck

You started moving your hips along with his, bucking into him and urging him to go harder

He kept the drag of his hips slow, but thrust back into you more forcefully as you whined out for more.

"Don't worry, Princesa. Just enjoy me being romantic. There's time for me to be rough with you later."

He pushed one leg up, bringing the knee to rest against your chest, allowing him to hit even deeper.

You looked up at him with big teary eyes, so overwhelmed with all the new sensations.

He brought his fingers to your mouth, encouraging you to suck on them, before he brought them back down to your clit

He was determined to have you cum first, and it needed to happen fast, because the way you were clenched around him, he was not going to last long.

You felt your climax approaching, and you let out higher and higher moans as you got closer to the edge.

"Ah, fuck, Pablo... Pablo... Pablo"

You repeated his name over and over as you came - it was the only word left in your head

The chanting of his name had Gavi cumming mere seconds after you, wanting to pull out, but you clenched around him so tightly you could do nothing but press his chest to yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck, and whispering how much he adored you

When you two were calm and clean, he would bring you some underwear and a hoodie you had stolen from him, getting in bed with you and cuddling you close.

He would ask you how you felt, but you were still in a state of bliss, looking up at him with love and sex drunk eyes.

He would hold you against his chest, letting you just listen to his heart beat

"Was that everything you hoped your first time would be, angel?"

"Better, Pablito. First times are usually awkward."

"Well I mean that's usually because people are teenagers when they-"

"Shut up."

He would laugh and pull you in tighter, kissing the top of your head.

"Don't get used to this princess treatment. Now that I've gotten a taste of you, I'm coming at you morning and night. We're gonna make you into the sex goddess you claimed to be, baby."

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A/N: I feel like I do these headcannons/ bullet lists wrong but whatever. Hope you guys enjoy this one!! I've been working on it for a couple days. I have two essays due in the next week so I won't be posting as often, but once I'm on break I'll be writing the next part of JP and going back and doing some of the Feb prompts that I missed!! Love y'all <<33

[fairyellieee]

"Flawless"

Fandom: Criminal Minds US TV (2005)

Pairing/s: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Inspired by: Flawless by The Neighbourhood

Trigger Warning/s: criminal minds stuff/talks about the case briefly.

Summary: A secret relationship is very hard to maintain, especially if that person that you're with works with you; also the fact that the both of you work with profilers.

Requested: ok so my fic idea was hotch x reader but reader is rossis daughter and also part of the bau and they’ve been secretly dating for a couple years and the rest of the bau and Rossi find out abt their relationship somehow (exactly how is up to you) maybe the bau went for a night out but hotch said no (bc he wanted to propose to y/n) and they go to this restaurant w a rooftop and maybe they catch hotch proposing to y/n on the rooftop when they go up for post dinner drinks

Maybe it was because of the thrill or maybe it's because they like to feel that they're really smart by fooling a bunch of profilers; either way, keeping their relationship a secret was agreed on.

Being David Rossi's daughter has its pros and cons. First, you have a rich dad which also means you're a little spoiled if I'm gonna be honest. Second, he's very overprotective and the list just goes on and on.

Your dad scares the living daylights out of everyone that you've dated or were in a relationship with. It's like he doesn't even want you to be with someone which is why you kept your relationship with Aaron a secret to your dad.

Yeah, maybe it's a little weird dating your dad's boss and best friend who's twice your age but hey, love is love.

"5 more minutes." Whining out, Aaron just chose to wake you up at 6 in the morning aka too early.

"C'mon Y/n, don't you want to eat breakfast with me? The most amazing or your most amazing boyfriend ever." He said trying to convince you which completely does not work. It only made you more sleepy and snuggle closer to him like a koala.

"Rather not."

Suddenly, he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder, making you squeal and hit his back.

"Put me down! Hotch! No! Put me down!"

"No, I'm not going to let you make us late again. We've been late for almost a week, the team probably suspects something already." Setting you down on the kitchen counter, he kisses your forehead as he starts cooking breakfast.

"I don't think my boss would mind me being late that much." You said giving him your best puppy eyes and a cheeky little smile.

"Well, he would if you were also the reason why he's late. Now get ready before I carry you and drop you in a very cold bathtub." He warned which made you scour into the bathroom in fear.

"All in a day's work of an amazing boyfriend."

Meanwhile, in the bullpen the team was speculating as usual.

"I really think that they're dating. I mean the chemistry is right there!" Morgan argued as JJ gave him a "what're you talking about" look.

"I agree with my chocolate thunder, I really think that they're dating for like a long time but what I don't get is why they're hiding it from us." Penelope whined and pouted a little betrayed on why you wouldn't tell them or her.

"Well, I for one disagree. Yeah, they probably have feelings for each other but they probably haven't even acted on it. Hotch literally needs Rossi's permission first before asking her out because Rossi is very scary and literally overprotective of Y/n." JJ rebutted which made Emily nod.

"Plus, if they were together wouldn't you guys think that they would've already said something?" Emily said as she raised her eyebrows at all of them.

"You wanna bet on it, Em?" Morgan challenged.

"I do, I bet $20 that they like each other but isn't going out yet or haven't confessed to each other. How about you guys?"

"I also bet $20 that they're both already together but is hiding it from us and especially Rossi." Penelope challenged.

"Well, in that case. I bet $20 that they're both together but only Rossi and probably Jack knows." Derek said shrugging.

"That's literally impossible. I bet $20 with the same accusation as Emily. How about you pretty boy, are you gonna bet on it?" JJ asked Spencer.

"No, I don't think it's right to bet on your coworker's love life."

"Bummer."

"What're you guys talking about?" Rossi suddenly asked from the entrance of the bullpen.

"Nothing." They all said at the same time then they dispersed and started "innocently" doing their work.

Then entered Hotch a few minutes later. Late again.

"Hey Hotch. Why're you late, again?" Emily asked curiously.

"Alarm didn't go off."

"Would've thought that your body would've already gotten used to waking up early." Derek commented which made Hotch glare at him.

Also a few minutes later, Y/n enters late as usual.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late, long night. Don't ask, can't explain."

"Wasn't going to, sweet girl."

"Good."

When Y/n finally reached her desk, she found 2 dozens files. Too much. So she thought of a plan.

"Hey Spence, my favourite coworker and genius."

"What is it this time Y/n?" He asked sort of grumpily.

"Well.... I have a bunch of paperwork and I know for a fact that you love paperwork and not only that but I promise to buy you a dozen donuts later at lunch if you help me." You bargained as he came into thought.

"I guess it is a win-win situation. Sure, hand me half of those."

"Thank you thank you thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, just remember the dozen donuts or I'll haunt you." He said scarily? Well, tried to say it scarily.

You handed him the files then he started doing it. With just a few minutes to spare, Spencer was done with his dozen of your files while you haven't even gotten past half of yours. Well, a promise is a promise.

A few minutes before lunch time, you went and asked your coworkers if they'd like something from Spencer's fave bakery so you could buy it too (with Rossi's money ofc). Going up to Hotch's office seems natural but also nerve-wracking, you can't help but think that they might suspect something.

Knocking on the door three times, you heard Hotch say "come in".

"Hey Hotch, I was going out to Spencer's fave bakery and I thought that maybe you'd like something."

"Just one black coffee and some pastry that's not too sweet." He said smiling a little bit.

"Don't blame me if it's a bitter pastry then.* You said half jokingly which made him chuckle and return back from his work.

Walking out of his office you saw your teammates around Morgan's desk probably gossiping. You paid no mind as you went to get everyone something from the bakery.

When you came back at the bullpen, everyone wasn't there. You tried to find them and you saw them at the briefing room. Yikes. You must've missed a message that says there was a case.

"L/n, you're finally back. We have a case, you'll be briefed at the jet." Hotch said in his deep hot unit chief voice. You nodded as everyone including you prepared for the flight.

"Hey Spence, here's your dozen donuts. You should eat before solving stuff." You said as you handed him the box full of chocolate sprinkled donuts.

"Thank N/n." he said a childlike glee appearing on his face.

When you both reached the jet, you also handed your other coworkers orders.

"We're going to Detroit, Michigan. There has been multiple kidnappings of men. They're dumped in a trash can with their penis chopped off and apparently inside the victim's mouth." Hotch explained.

At the end of the day when all of you were at the lobby of the hotel, the unit chief has some semi-bad news.

"We'll have to double up, Rossi's trying to find some sort of suite so he won't be doubling up with us. There has been some mishap with the reservation and they can't do anything about it." He said holding up 3 room keys.

You desperately wanted to room with Hotch but you don't want to make it suspicious but thankfully the team had a plan. They all looked at each other and nodded, you and Hotch didn't notice though.

"I'm rooming with JJ." Emily said as she stood up and Hotch handed her one room key.

"I'll go with pretty boy then." Derek begrudgingly said as Spencer scoffed.

"As if I wanted to room with your loud snoring. It's like living in a bear cave, I think the room moves everytime you sleep." Spencer teasingly said, as he got punched on the arm by Derek.

"Then, that leaves Miss Y/n with Agent Hotchner." JJ teasingly said as you glared at her but Hotch paid no attention to.

"Why does he get "Agent" and I get "Miss", what in the sexist world is this, JJ?" You teasingly said as she just rolls her eyes at you.

"Guess I'm with you bossman."

As you got the keys from your boss, your team has been eyeing the both of you "sneakily". You knew that they were trying to "set" the both of you up, sometimes you wonder if they're really profilers.

When the both of you were in the room, you made sure that none of your teammates followed you; yeah, it was a little paranoid-ish but you can't blame a girl if their coworkers' are really nosey.

"Everything's clear." Hotch said in his very commanding voice, half jokingly I guess.

"Well, since it's just you and me bossman. How about we-"

You were suddenly interrupted by Hotch pulling you close and situating you in his lap.

"I guess we could relax a little bit but I am still your superior-"

"supervisor blah blah blah, whatever. Let's make out."

"What are we 14?"

"Well, you certainly aren't 14. Grandpa." You said as you booped his nose and giggling.

You were suddenly carried and dropped into a really fluffy bed. Well, you like to be manhandled anyways.

"Grandpa, huh? Well, I'll show you who's grandpa." He stated as he looked at you challengingly. The both of you stared at each other until you flipped the two of you, him being the bottom (as he should be).

"Wouldn't want you to have an arthritis, grandpa."

"That does it little girl!" You were suddenly laughing your ass off as your boss/boyfriend tickled you.

All of a sudden, in your peripheral vision, you saw David Rossi aka your dad aka your boyfriend's friend.

"Dad! Oh my gosh! This isn't what it looks like! I swear!" You started explaining as you climbed off of Hotch's lap or whatever.

"I already know but please for God's sake keep it down and always lock the door."

"Y-you knew?*

"How wouldn't I? You can't keep your hands off of each other and everyone else has probably suspected something."

You were shocked to your core and as you turned to look at Hotch he was just frozen. You waved your hand infront of him and he snapped out of it.

"How long have you known?" Aaron asked.

"Since you were so worried about her not coming to work. I saw your car at her apartment parking." He smirked as you were just shocked again. That was almost a year ago.

"Why didn't you say anything, dad?"

"I wanted to give you the opportunity of saying it to me. Plus, it's fun to watch you try to hide it from a bunch of profilers. You're not as sneaky as you think." He chastised and as he approached you guys at the bed, he pulled a chair from the kitchen and said to Aaron condescendingly: "If you hurt her Aaron Hotchner, I'm a damn good profiler and I know how to dispose a body without anybody knowing."

Hotch nervously chuckled as he replied "i wouldn't even dream of hurting her."

"Now, go sleep children. We're still on a case."

"C'mon bossman, it's a once in a blue moon situation. We solved a case. It's worth celebrating for." Morgan tried to convince Hotch to go with the team and celebrate for solving the case and saving 5 women's lives.

"I have to go home, Morgan. Jack is waiting for me." Hotch said genuinely which made Morgan back off the topic and nodded understandingly.

"Goodbye everybody. Have fun!" Y/n waved goodbye to the team as she exits the office.

"and why aren't you coming, missy?" Prentiss asked Y/n with a raised eyebrow.

"My cat misses me." You said with a little pout as you continued to exit.

You were admiring yourself on the mirror when you suddenly heard a knock on the door. It's probably your boys.

"Coming, just a second!" You said as you rushed to put on your shoes and go to the door.

"Hey jack!" You said as you were suddenly pulled into a hug by said kid.

"Y/n! I'm so so so so so so excited!" He said as he jumped up and down, clearly too energized for his own good.

"Aww, I'm excited too jack-jack." You said as you kneeled down at his level and kissed his cheek. You look up at his father and smiled at him.

"Hey Aaron! Almost didn't see you there." You said jokingly as he pouted.

"We bought you flowers too, give it to her daddy."

"Aye aye boss. It seems as if he's going out with you." Jack's dad said as he rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Awe thanks Jack, you're such a gentleman. Come inside for a minute as I put this in a vase." Stepping aside and letting them in.

You put the flowers into a vase half-full of water and the three of you went out and into the car.

"It's quite a fancy restaurant so Jack be well-behaved, okay?" His father reminded him as the little man nodded in understanding.

As you were going to the restaurant, you can't help but be thankful to have both of these boys in your life.

When you were finally at the restaurant and parked, the three of you entered and you can't help but smile from ear to ear.

"Reservation for Hotchner." Aaron said to the lady at the front desk as she skimmed through the little book and nodded. She signed to a man to lead the three of you to your table.

To your surprise, the man led you to the restaurant's rooftop. It was peaceful and had flowers scattered around a table, it's shaped like heart.

In your shocked state you turned to your boyfriend and see him knelt down on one knee. Jack held your hand as he can't stop squealing.

"Y/n L/n, you have made me the happiest man on earth when you became my girlfriend. I, now, want to ask you to make me even happier by being my future wife and my fiancee. Will you marry me?" You were speechless, your eyes filled with tears (happy tears) as you nodded and replied. "Yes! A million times yes!" He put the ring on your finger as you hugged each other and he lift you up in the air.

You suddenly heard clapping from the rooftop's stairwell, you turned to look and saw the team with a shocked but happy faces. The girls approached you first and hugged the both of you as you were pulled aside to let them fan girl on your ring.

Congratulations were thrown by the team at the both of you but a question still remains. "Who invited them?"

You turned to Aaron and asked. "Did you invite them?"

"No."

"I actually did. They didn't know that Hotch is proposing but when he asked me for my blessing on his proposal I had to invite the team to witness it." Your dad interjected.

"I'm so happy that I get to share this intimate moment with the most important people in my life. I love you all." you said and hug them.

"We knew something was going on but we never thought that he'd be proposing already! Why didn't you tell us sooner!?" Garcia pouted as she gave you a kicked puppy look.

"Well, I didn't also know he was going to propose."

"We wanted to tell you as soon as possible but time flew by so fast. Next thing I knew I had the urge to propose to her." Hotch reasoned with Garcia.

"We're all so happy for you but the food is here." Rossi said.

As you all were seated, you felt so happy that you had your family with you.

"To the future Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner!" Derek toasted as the team and Jack cheered.

[pottersfia]

Hello! Just wanted to say I love your work

May i ask for a George Weasley x F!reader?

(They have basically had a crush on eachother for a while but none of them have confessed)

We can say that everyone has their own dorms :)

George and y/n have always had a flirty relationship/friendship, but never done anything. Thats till one night when her, George and friends were playing truth or dare in her dorm.

Angelina dares George to go have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n, they go to the closet. Something “takes over” George and he kisses y/n, he mumbles something like “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” they make out and it gets steamy, but they get interrupted by Angelina when it’s been over 7 minutes.

During the rest of the game they can’t help but keep making eye contact

After the game, everyone leaves, except George. And you can choose what happened next ;))

If you could add something like dirty talk, some light praise etc that would be wonderful!

If fine if you don’t wanna do it, but if you do thank you hun! I can’t wait to see what you will come up with <3

dare | g.w. x fem!reader

summary: a game of truth or dare gets you and george a bit turned on

warnings/content: praise, oral, slight breeding kink, no condom because fiction

a/n: finally finished this one! i hope you like it :)

word count: 2.2k

"truth or dare?" angelina smiled at george waiting for him to answer.

"truth." he replied.

"boringgg." fred practically yelled at him.

"i've done five dares already freddie." he said.

"but i haven't given you a dare yet." angelina said. george rolled his eyes and you laughed at the interaction.

you were hanging out with angelina, alicia, katie, lee, george, and fred in your room. as the night went one you all decided to play truth or dare

"don't chicken out now georgie." you smiled at him. he looked at you and smiled back. with a sigh he said, "all right then, give me a dare."

everyone else attempted but failed at hiding their laughs.

"what's funny?" he says.

"nothing, don't mind us georgie." lee teased only causing the laughter to increase.

it was basically common knowledge that you and george liked each other. you were long time friends and flirted with each other endlessly but for some reason that friendship line was never crossed anymore than that.

your face heated up from the other's actions but thankfully katie spoke up.

"aw, leave him alone. they're quiet now." katie said.

"you guys are so annoying." you forced a laugh.

"ok, i have a dare." angelina said gaining george's attention again. "i dare you to spend seven minutes in the closet with y/n." she smiled. your eyes widened as you glared at her almost saying 'what are you doing?' without really saying it. she shrugged.

"good one, angie." fred said.

"oh mate, that's like your dream come true." lee said.

"stop exaggerating." he replied.

"you don't dream of being alone in a room with me?" you went back to flirting to hide your slight discomfort. george turned to you. at first not saying anything but who was he to deny being alone with you.

"i know you're just dying to go so why don't we?" he stood up and held out his hand to you. you held it and stood up too, walking towards your closet. of course your friends made their comments.

"don't have too much fun!" alicia exclaimed.

"remember we can hear if you're too loud!" said lee

"use protection!" fred added. george opened the door for you and flicked them all off as they laughed before he closed the door. you turned the lights on and heard angelina say. "the timer starts now!"

you looked up at george and smiled at him. "we don't really have to do anything if you don't want to." you said. his smile back at you made you feel that familiar butterfly feeling you always had around him.

"but do you want to do something?" he asked. you opened your mouth to say something but nothing really came out. you wanted to look away from him but the way he was looking at you, you just couldn't. instead you stepped closer to him. it was quiet besides the muffled noise of voices from outside the door. george knew there were many missed opportunities for him to make a move on you, but here he was, staring at you as you stared back and you looked so good, irresistible in his eyes. the opportunity was right in front of him.

he lifted his hand and rested it on your cheek, his thumb slowly rubbing it. your heart beat quickened and you hoped he didn't feel your face heating up. then suddenly, he leaned in connecting your lips. you were so excited you almost forgot to kiss back, but you relaxed into the kiss as he gently placed his other hand on the other side of your face.

he pulled away but still kept his face close to yours as he whispered, "i've been waiting so long for this." your heartbeat quickened and more butterflies erupted in your stomach. you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him again.

the energy definitely shifted. your lips were moving in perfect sync and your hands roamed all over each other. george kissed the corner of your mouth, your cheek, jawline, and down to your neck. you let out a soft satisfied moan from the sensation. your hands tangled in his hair and he groaned at the feeling.

"don't get t-too carried away." you said slightly pulling him away from your neck.

"don't want me to mark you?" his voice was right in your ear and you swear you could've melted.

"no, i do but," you pushed his head back to make him look at you, "i wanna kiss you more." he smiled at you.

"whatever you wish." just as you were about to kiss once again, the door opened.

"times up lovebirds." angelina said. your eyes widened as you both turned to look at her. you completely forgot about the others. "oh you two are a mess." she laughed. you furrowed your eyebrows and attempted to adjust yourself, so did george.

"shut up." you said as you walked out to join your friends.

"thanks for the dare, angie." george whispered to angelina as he left the closet behind you. she simply winked at him.

the rest of the game was a struggle to say the least. all you could think about was george and what could've happened had you not been interrupted. the two of you kept making eye contact which you swear wasn't on purpose.

"y/n? are you alright?" katie asked you. you quickly looked up at her realizing you probably zoned out. everyone else was looking at you too which didn't help your embarrassment.

"i'm good i think i'm just a little tired." you forced a smile.

"it is pretty late now isn't it." lee yawned.

"yeah, look at alicia." george pointed at the girl who was laid out on angelina's lap fast asleep.

"i think it's time we leave y/n's room for the night before the rest of us end up like her." angelina laughed. everyone agreed and stood up saying their goodbyes.

"i'm gonna stay back for a bit." george said to fred and lee who were the last ones to leave. fred gave a knowing smile and shrugged.

"i guess that dare did you two good." he said. lee laughed.

"shut up." george smiled.

"goodnight!" you waved to them and they left. "so why'd you wanna stay?" you sat down on your bed with your legs crossed and smiled at the boy. he faced you and walked closer to the end of the bed where you sat.

"i just felt like we weren't quite finished with what we started." he said.

"i agree." you repositioned yourself so you were on your knees making your face closer to his. you placed your hands around his shoulders and his fell to your waist. he pulled you closer and once again you found yourself making out with george weasley.

the kiss was soft and passionate. he gently adds his tongue more, slipping it into your mouth. you follow along with his movements as your whole body feels like it's buzzing. suddenly, you get an idea. you peck the boy once more and slightly part away from him with a smile and move your head down but he stops you by lifting your head to look at him with his fingers.

"you're so gorgeous, y/n. the prettiest girl ever." his voice was just above a whisper and you felt your face burn up as you grew practically speechless.

"t-thank you. you're uh," you looked him up and down. his hair was a mess by now thanks to you, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were burning into you. you managed to catch your breath as you continued, "you're the prettiest boy i've ever seen." you went back down to place a kiss on his neck. "can i mark you up, pretty boy?" you looked up at him through your eyelashes making the boy even more flustered if that was possible.

"yes please." he nodded. you did your best work on him. kissing all over his skin and eventually taking his shirt off. you switched your focus from his neck to his chest. your hands roamed down his torso and when you felt him clench at your touch, you groped his bulge. "is this ok?" you asked. george looked down at you.

"more than ok. you're doing so good for me." he moaned out. you were more than satisfied with his answer and began to pull his pants down. he helped and kicked them off to the side. george then moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, leaving you in your bralette. he played with your tits softly squeezing them. he leaned down and kissed your soft skin. you pulled off your bralette and shorts after that leaving you both in your underwear.

"love your body so much. so beautiful." he mumbled as he kissed your nipples. he pushed you down making you lay on your back and hovered over you. he kissed down your body and went straight to your thighs, rubbing the soft skin on your torso with his hands as he kissed your inner thighs. your breath hitched as he kissed you over your underwear. he pulled them off and almost moaned out loud from how wet you were.

"you're so wet for me, sweetheart." he gently rubbed circles on your clit making you softly whine.

"i need you so bad." you breathed out. george looked up at you as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, his tongue making you feel amazing.

you whimpered and moaned from the sensation, gripping his hair as the pressure in your core built up. his tongue went up and down on your clit and you begged him not to stop. his hands squeezed your thighs, the boy was practically in heaven. he felt everytime you made those pretty noises for him or gripped his hair harder out of pleasure and it went straight to is dick.

you started moving more against is face and your moans got higher as you got closer. george noticed and made sure to watch your face as you came on his tongue. he didn’t move until you pulled him away from the over stimulation.

“you did so good, y/n, cumming all over my face.” he kissed right under your bellybutton and moved up to kiss you. you kissed back eagerly.

“let me return the favor?” you began to pull down his underwear and he nodded, helping and kicking them off. you switched positions with george leaning against the headboard and you between his legs. the boy was throbbing. he was already rock hard from eating you out and seeing you between his legs about to suck him off only made it worse.

“let me guide you.” he put his back on the back of your head and you looked up at him replying with a small “okay.”

“stick your tongue out.” he said and you did so. he guided your head down making you lick up the underside of his cock causing him to moan. “open that pretty mouth of yours.” he says and you do making his cock go in your mouth. you swirl your tongue on his tip and move your head up and down. “yeah, that’s a good girl.” he lets out a soft whimper getting you even more wet. you stroke the part of him your mouth can’t reach. you look up to see his face, his mouth is slightly open and his forehead is shiny as his chest quickly moves up and down. the eye contact from you kills him.

“get up, i have to fuck you right now.” he says. you move your head off him and smile. he begins to move but you stop him.

“let me ride you.” his eyes light up and he sits back down watching you climb onto him. you kiss his cheek and grab his cock lining him up with your entrance. as the tip goes in you sink down on him making you both moan out. you lean your head into his shoulder and he rubs your back gently. “you feel so good, love. so warm and tight.” he whispers in your ear. his voice just makes you whine even more. you slowly move your hips and he helps your movements with his hands. you move your head up and holding onto his shoulders you look at him, moving faster.

“oh, just like that. s-so good.” he closes his eyes leaning his head back.

“cum for me, georgie. please, i need it.” you moan. he nods his head. his eyes open and his arm wraps around your torso pulling your body closer to his. he attaches his mouth to your tits and moves you up and down with his arm. you close your eyes taking in the feeling of him filling you up while stimulating your nipples. you reach down and rub your clit.

“mmm, i’m gonna cum,” george whispered.

“fuck your cum in me.” you whisper back. he lets out high pitched “fuck”s as he finally cums in your pussy. you don’t stop moving or touching yourself until you cum too. you stop to catch your breath and lean on him. your chests are heaving as you feel eachother’s heartbeat against your chests.

“you did so good y/n. that felt amazing.” george kissed your forehead making you smile. you leaned up to look at the boy and connected your lips once again.

[mikalame]

can u pls do 2007 tom and f!reader having an angry love confession that ends up with sex but it's the f!readers first time doing it? btw i love ur writing sooo much!! 🩷

First time

taglist: @violentnewmarley @saumspam

"GOD ___, YOU DIDN'T SEE HOW HE WAS LOOKING AT YOU!" tom yells, trying to defend him from the situation he got himself into back at the club the two of them went to as the others were off doing something else.

"SO DOESN'T MEAN YOU PUNCH THE GUY, HE WAS NICE" ___ yells back confused on why tom punched the guy she was talking to, the guy who had been cracking jokes, though they weren't funny it was the thought that counts.

"SURE, THE ONLY REASON HE WAS NICE WAS CAUSE YOUR ASS WAS PRACTICAL BEGGING FOR ATTENTION" immetatly regretting what he said and pit formed in his stomach from the words, he really did feel bad, he was just so jealous and seeing you talk to that dimwit got him so angry, mabey it was the alcohol that made him lash out, thats what toms gonna blame it on.

"W-WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH HUH" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND, FUCK I GET SO JEALOUS WHEN YOUR LAUGHING CAUSE SO IDIOT SAID SOME HALF ASS JOKE" He yells his eyes widening after realising what he had said, he stutters trying to back track before soft lips were on his own.

Realising she was kissing him he pushed back, opening his mouth making hers open as well making there tongues fight for dominance (ew), tom wins all the adrenaline from confessing forcing itself out.

He grabs her butt patting it signalling that he wanted her to jump up, she took the hint hopping up, his hands how holding her firmly as he walks them over to his room in the hotel.

They keep kissing when they're in the room before he chucks her on the bed, he crawls on top of her, his thigh opening her own up, placing his leg between the two just where she needed it.

His hands move slowly up her top, making sure that if she needed to say no she could but with no complainants he decides to go for it and grope her boob over her bra, snaking the other own to undo the clip, beofre sliding the straps off along with her top, throwing it over his shoulder, in one smooth motion he takes his own off aswell

when looking back at the girl he sees she has her arms covering her tits "i haven't done this before tom... im kinda nervous" she mutters looking away embarrassed, wondering if he would think less of her now that he knows shes a virgin.

"That ok baby, ill make sure you feel good, so good" he says kissing down her neck leaving purple marks on it, finding her sweet spot and attacking it wanting her so feel as good as possible.

"Move your arms baby please, i love all of you" he whispers into her neck pulling her arms away slowly.

Once her arms are fully pulled away they cling onto his neck tracing patterns onto his tan skin, focusing on the feeling hes giving her, her eyebrows knitted together mouth slightly apart, enough to let his know he doing a good job.

He pulls back to admire his handy work, her neck littered in different shades of purple. He leans down again placing soft kisses on her chest and stomach before reaching the wait line of her low-rise jeans, just hours before he wished about this moment and now he actually doing it, he prays to what ever god there is that this isnt a dream.

"Please tom i need you" she groans pulling her jeans off impatiently, leaving her panties on though wanting him to pull them off, he pulled them off slowly, not pulling his eyes for her own.

"Fuck Schatzi, you dont know what your doing to me" Tom groans before placing wet kisses around her inner thigh sucking slightly in some areas.

"Please tom, dont tease" she whines, moaning when he finally kiss where she needs it, her hands clinging on his dreads when he starts using his tongue, his nose budging against her clit sending waves of pleasure all though out her body.

She hears some groaning from tom, looking up from her spot seeing him grinding against the bed, his thick eyebrows knitted together, his hand slowly moving to her heat, a finger prodding at her entrance before sliding in when he pulls his face away from her heat.

"There we go baby" he praises slowly trusting his finger in and out using his other hand to rub tight circles on her clit, making her back arch up from the bed, Tom adds another feeling his finger pump in and out smoothly from her.

"Tom please hurry, want you now" she whines her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly, "i know baby but i need to stretch you out before, or else it gonna hurt like a bitch" tom chuckles to himself.

A few minutes of this goes by ___ whines and moans getting louder and louder turning tom on even more before she can even start to beg again he takes his fingers out licking them clean before undo his belt and taking him boxers and jeans off, instant relief washes over him as he cock hits his stomach.

He crawls on top of her again rubbing his tip over her pussy collecting her wetness before pressing into her warmth, groans make there way through his throat tilting his head back enjoying the feeling, his ears picking up the little squeal ___ did moving his head down to check that she was okay.

Her breathing was heavy, knitted eyebrows, and knuckles white from holding the sheets so tightly, Tom leans down whispering sweet praises into her ear rubbing her soft skin.

"Please move tommy" she gasps out trying to regain her breathing, her arms wrapped over his neck, scratching lightly when he did some shallow thrusts becoming harder when he really starts to fuck her.

She moans loudly, her hand trying to grip something frantically when tom starts going faster he whispers how good she feels.

"Ah, fuck tom, so good.." she trails off her eyes rolling back, he grabs her thighs pushing them onto her chest, now ploughing in and out.

"Ha, yes right there... oh god yes" She moans loud "yeah r-right there baby" he groans back the knot in his stomach forming faltering some of his thrusts.

"Tom im-im gonna-" her moan cuts her off, back arching and nails digging deeper into his skin is enough for him, he pumps into her a few more times riding out her high before quickly pulling out pumping himself a few times and then cumming all over her stomach.

"be mine" he whispers looking down at the girl who was wiping off his cum, his heart beating nervously, a fear of getting rejected bouncing all around his head.

"you really think that i would just give anybody my virginity tom, i was yours as soon as you kissed back" she giggles kissing him sweetly.

Hope you guys like, i have major writers block so im really glad for this request please send more love you all

[mastermindmiko]

Oblivious

Pairing: Ron Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 937

Summary: You can't find a date for the Christmas party, and you're completely oblivious.

Warnings: being oblivious and negative thoughts, not proofread.

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

I was the best Potions maker in my year, in all of hogwarts if I'm feeling confident that day, so naturally, I'm invited to go to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party that all members of the Slug-club are invited to.

My dilemma was that I had no date. Hermione told me to go alone, but Ron's word from fourth year (no matter how pathetic) echoed into my head. I did not need Ron to think that I'm pathetic.

Harry was also in search of a date, but when I asked him (desperately), he just turned red and fumbled. I assume that the thought of being my date was just so awful, he couldn't stand it.

I thought about asking Ron, but remembering his kiss with Lavender made me feel an ache in my chest. I didn't know what their relationship status was, so I didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

Not even Cormac Mclaggen asked me, and he's asked everyone. I didn't want to go with him, of course, but why was it that no one wanted to be my date.

When the party was only a week away I started to grow desperate. I asked Dean, Seamus, Neville, but none of them agreed. Maybe there was something wrong with me because a few nights before they were all talking about how much they wanted to go, I told Ron about wanting to ask them, then the next day they all told me they weren't available.

Neville was desperate enough to work at the party, but not be my date. Was serving people tiny confections and drinks more tolerable than evening with me?

I had to find a way to deal with the fact that I was simply undateable and that I would have to go to ball on my own. So, naturally, I curled up into my dorm and cried while eating chocolates.

A knock echoes through the dorm room, and I wipe away any excess chocolate that could've been on my mouth, then I allow the person to enter. Ron says, "Are you okay? Hermione said that you've been crying."

He walks to my bed, and I sniffle. He continues, "I was worried, since you know..."

"Since what?" I ask, confused. He just blushes and waves it off. He hesitates before sitting next to me on the bed. He purses his lips then looks around the room awkwardly.

He points to the dress that's hanging against the doorframe of the bathroom, making sure it doesn't wrinkle. It was an amazing dress, the perfect shade of blue that was a perfect mix between elegant and casual. It was perfect for the party.

"Is that the dress you're wearing to the party tomorrow? You'll look beautiful." He says then flushes. My eyes snap to him at the statement. He stutters, "Not that the dress will make you beautiful - you're always stunning."

"Can we not talk about the party?" I groan, rubbing my face with my hands that I checked were chocolate free. Ron inquires, "Is that what this is about? The party."

I groan and lay back into my bed, back spread on the mattress while my legs dangle off it. I confess, "I don't have a date."

Ron copies my position and looks at me. His face turns into a frown. He says, "I'm sure you'll find someone."

"I haven't been able to find someone for weeks."

"I um I am free tomorrow." Ron says, and I reply quickly, "You'll use that time well and finish that potions homework you've got."

Hos frown deepens, but it's true. The only reason why I'm friends with Ron, Harry, and Hermione was because a few years ago, I was told to tutor Ron in potions.

I think back to the fact that I'm dateless and I let out a singular sob. I feel a tear trickle down the side of my cheek as I stare up at the ceiling. I cry, "Is there something wrong with me? Why does no one like me?”

After my confession, I hear a snort from my right. I whip my head to find Ron smiling at me. I frown, why was he smiling at my misery? “Why are you smiling?"

He doesn't reply, but he looks at me like I'm both an idiot and another way that I can't quite place. I ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re so stupid.” He chuckles after a beat, and my frown deepens. Nothing was making sense. What did I say that would make me loom stupid? I pout and ask, “What do you mean?”

“You ask too many questions.” Ron, let's out with a smile. The next thing I know is that he's hovering over me with a hand on my cheek and his lips pressed to mine.

I hold his face and kiss him harder. My heart is beating a hundred miles a minute and my stomach feels like its going to explode. I have a sappy smile on my face before I pull away to mumble, sadly, "What about Lavender?"

"What about her?" Ron replies, holding himself up by his forearms that are on either side of me. I pout again and say, "You two kissed."

"That was nothing. I pushed her away afterwards." Ron says, and he looks confused. I smile, knowing that him and Lavender aren't a thing. I say, "Never mind, just keep kissing me."

And he does. He whispers against my lips, "You taste like chocolate." He continues to kiss me like his life depended on it.

I guess I do have a date after all.

a/n: I think that this is one of my favourite confessions I've ever written, I think it's adorable. Also, I'm aware that the GIF is the dinner party, not the Christmas party, but I couldn't find any other relevant ones.

[mngo-jii]

✉️ : this was supposed to be a drabble to motivate me to write, um. take it anyway, as an apology from me not writing a fic in a while. im working on a request, i promise. (this is from a scene in 'nevertheless')

7th year au, Daniel is a mess, drunken confessions !

You don't understand why Daniel miserably sprawls out on the bed, why he closes his eyes in drunken annoyance at the most ridiculous reason, or why he sinks himself and nearly drowns in the unkempt sheets.

You haven't even had a chance to change out of your dinner date attire, let alone had the time to bury your face into your pillow after the date you've been longing for months. This isn't even Daniel's dorm—it's yours.

"Daniel, this is ludicrous," you admonished him as you sat. Daniel feels the mattress sag under your weight, and he childishly turns his back on you.

"How could you be so clueless?" he mutters. Most of it is muddled into the fluffs of your pillow, but you can make out what he's saying. "Clueless as to what?"

Daniel only groans in response. You call out his name, sick of hearing him mutter absurdities.

"...Seven full years, and you're still yet to grasp what's happening in front of you."

"Happening in front of me...?" You furrow your eyebrows at the boy below you.

"I know what's happening in front of me: my best friend scaring off my roommates as he crashes into my bed while intoxicated—because I decided to go on a date with the guy I like rather than hanging out with him."

You didn't think there would be a day where the tables would be turned and it would be you consoling a mess like Daniel.

Nights prior to this was when it was you sprawled on his bed, whining about this same guy you've been pining on—about how he's constantly being shipped with another girl, or how he wouldn't even bat an eye at you even after all the things you've done for him.

And despite how tired Daniel was with your nonsense and patheticism, he let you bury your teary eyes into his shoulder, letting it soak his jacket with your tears full of desperation to be admired. He shushed your sobs and cries of this douchebag's name, and he caressed the top of your head to calm you.

...

The two of you are enveloped in stillness, cut off from the outside world like a thin quilt falling onto you. Daniel is immobile beneath you as you irritably close your eyes at the ceiling.

At this point, you had started contemplating if you should simply ignore Daniel and crawl into a deep slumber next to him—it's not like there hadn't been any nights where you two latched onto each other, anyway.

Your thoughts trail back to your date that night, yet you can't bring yourself to feel flustered anymore. The person you've been looking forward to excitedly rave about this is drunk on your bed because he had been opposed to it from the start.

..."I like making potions, you know."

You hear the boy mutter below you. You lower your head, silent and questioning. He's drunk, after all.

"I like solitude as well," Daniel finally turns on his back, tiredly gazing up at the ceiling as you stare down at him. "...Unless it comes to being around you."

He sloppily sits up. His face now inches away from yours.

"I like you the most," he says, "I like you more than potions and solitude."

"You're my favourite person in the world," he trails off.

"...What about you? Who's your favourite person?" he continues, desperate eyes linking with yours. His scent is engulfing you in a dizzy haze. "Stop this nonsense," you pathetically turn away from him just to be pulled back.

"Do you like that guy? You like him, don't you?"

...

"Then I want you to stop. Because..." Daniel sinks his head down as he drunkenly speaks, "...I just don't like it."

"Don't hang out with anyone else. Just me, okay?"

"Just me, please." He grabs a fistful of your clothing and desperately leans his head to your chest.

"Please, [Y/N], only me."

[nrdmssgs]

Alex Keller being readers gym buddy (scenario)

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I have this feeling, he would be so good at that with his caring nature. Thought of something sweet for our golden boy.

Alex doesn't understand, why do you keep finding reasons to NOT join him at the gym.

Because you are always so lively, energetic, you absolutely live for long hikes, you can cycle for a good half a day through the fields and parks in good weather, and that time when you two got out to the lake... He had to pull you out of the water almost by force in the evening - you liked swimming so much, you seemed to decide to stay in water for the rest of your life.

In a word, you have always been active, on the move. But when the conversation went back to going to a gym together, you shied away.

Alex repeatedly listed the advantages of this idea. "It will be fun, you will have an additional incentive to go to bed on time, and after a workout you will feel like a new person!"

"And I'll be able to see you every week," this he doesn't say out loud.

You sigh heavily. "I don't even know, Alex." You went through this conversation many times, but this time he uses an absolute sucker punch.

He lowers his head, looks up at you and listens to your ridiculous excuses with a sad but humble face.

Those puppy eyes can make you do anything. This is not even a grimace, he doesn't do that intentionally. It's just the way his expression work: it's all very soft and subtle. But it makes you weak.

You pause and exhale. "Ok, I'll come. But don't say I haven't warned you, I'm no fun to be training with..."

He smiles sincerely, and you just wonder if he really doesn't see how easily he controls you with just his gaze. Those damn beautiful blue eyes with a mesmerizing darker border. As if he wasn't already perfect, he just had to get such a powerful people control lever, goddammit...

To be honest, you were just worried that you would make his workouts a lot more boring.

He was a soldier, a true hard ass warrior. And had quite a body. You understood pretty well, that even one tenth of his regular workout would very likely make you pass out.

And there were you, a silly happy noodle, who was capable only of (gladly) dying in his hands after the very first exercise.

So on the very first morning, when he met you at the front door of your house and almost took you by the hand to the gym, you immediately confess to him. "I have no idea how to exercise properly."

"We'll figure out your exercises, no worries," he is so determined and happy, nothing seems able to distract him right now.

In the gym, at first, he does not leave you even for 5 minutes. He shows you different exercises, explains how everything here works.

You desperately try to repeat each exercise as many times as he advises. At some point, Alex notices that you are completely out of breath, your face is red, and your hands are trembling.

"Hey stop, stop!" He appears behind your back in the very next second. "You need a breather." Alex makes you sit down on the bench and gives you a bottle of water. "Seems like we have a little overachiever here, am I right?"

You shake your head, trying to catch your breath. You are just trying so very hard to not be an embarrassment to him here.

He looks at you so attentively, his eyes are incredibly caring, it's hard for you to just relax and drink your water. And when he brushes a lock of hair out of your face, you understand, that you'll never calm down your pulse.

"Hey, why do you think, we are here? I mean, what's your goal?" His voice is soft and kind.

"I don't even know..." You point uncertainly at your torso and hips. "To get this in shape?"

He looks at you confused for a few seconds, then starts speaking seriously. "This all is ideal. Just the way It's supposed to be. There is nothing to get in shape in you." He notices, how you roll your eyes, and takes your hand.

"I meant it. Look at me. I mean it. I'm serious. I don't want you to come here to despise your body, to torture yourself. A little challenge is always good, but I don't want you to start hating it here. So how about we just... have fun here? How about you love your body for what it's capable of and not hate it for not being in some mythical shape?"

As much as you understand and approve everything, he's talking about, you still feel like a burden, like a newborn kitten, trying to run along with a cheetah.

So when you express your doubts, Alex makes it his personal mission to help you feel better about yourself while exercising.

He turns into the most caring and patient personal coach. Calmly explains and shows each exercise, praises you for everything, even for the fact that you realize that you are tired and stop the exercise a little earlier.

"It's okay. It's not a problem, it's an opportunity for growth." He smiles and gives you water.

Staying hydrated is perhaps the only thing with which Alex is strict and unforgiving. Hydration is the key, and he keeps an eye on your bottle constantly. Yes, you must drink a lot.

He remembers the exercises, that were the most difficult for you, and especially praises you for doing them. "Now let's do this exercise, which you always do so well!"

If the circumstances allow it, Alex stands behind you and blows softly on your neck and shoulders to cool you down as you are working out.

As an absolute gentleman, doesn't let the slightest drop of hunger slipping into his gaze, as he watches you working out. Neither is he blind, nor a saint, but he keeps his deepest fantasies and intentions strictly to himself until he is 100% sure, It's ok to share them with you.

That be said, there are some death glares here and there, when he sees someone approaching you and making you uncomfortable. But he keeps it quite and places himself behind you in such moments to not scare you.

Tactfully, "doesn't notice" when you stare at him working out for a little too long. Secretly thrives on such moments.

Overall, Alex is just on top of the world since you two started seeing each other more often, and he could help you find more confidence and love of your body.

[bemysinphony]

Are you feeling this too?

pairing: txt taehyun x f!reader

genre: os, au, fluff, smut

summary: when your attraction to him becomes unbearable and you fail to hide it, he has a surprise in store for you...

warnings under the cut!

warnings: beomgyu makes an appearance (but he's not part of the smut), friends-to-lovers, irony, tae is a bit of a know-it-all, they both have a thing for hands (quirofilia), they are veeeeery much down bad for eachother, cursing, mutual masturbation, handjob, thigh-riding, fingering, praising.

word count: 3,3k

notes: in case you haven't already noticed, I'm a big fan of friends-to-lovers 😋 this has been in my drafts for wayyy too long, I can't believe it's finally seeing the light! I kept editing it so many times because I was never satisfied enough (damn perfectionism), so I hope the final result is decent 😭 enjoy <;3

You two knew eachother for some years now and were the most comfortable with one another. You shared almost anything with no worries or embarrassment, as well as feeling a special kind of excitement everytime you had something you needed to talk about and knew the other was going to be there to listen without judgement.

Taehyun was a bit of a know-it-all sometimes and he loved to use that side of his personality especially to tease you, but that didn't stop him from validating your thoughts and feelings, however unrational they might be. And he found relief in you, who helped him to not think too rationally like he did most of the time. You balanced each other quite well, that's why you worked like a match made in heaven.

Same could have been said about your clingyness: you both needed your own space and individuality, but, when you felt like it, you were ready to cuddle the other until satisfied.

Neither of you could have predicted that this level of comfort would have extended even to sleeping together in the same bed though.

Lately, whenever you two hang out at night with your shared group of friends and you were too tired or drunk to go back to your apartment, as he was to accompany you, he started offering you to stay at his place, which was closer to the centre of the city. Not giving it much thought, you simply turned collapsing onto his mattress into an habit.

Last night was one of those nights: you checked out a new bar with your friends, the dishes were delicious, as well as the drinks, reason why it was easy to drink a bit more than usual.

"Looks like you'll come with me tonight as well" Taehyun stated, holding your waist to help you stand up. It was so unfair that he held his liquor so well and better than you.

As usual, Beomgyu teased you both about the situation: "At this point, I'm so sure they've been doing a lot more than just sleeping... when are you guys going to confess the truth to us, uh?"

"Shut up, Gyu" you mumbled annoyed.

"Let's go, he's just envious" Tae retorted, nodding to the group to greet them.

"I'm not envious! I'm not!" Beomgyu's shouted at your back, accompanied by the laughs of the others.

The last thing you remembered was slipping into the warm covers of Taehyun's bed, all clean up and ready to collapse and sleep for hours.

"Are you comfortable?" he made sure, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You groaned in affirmation, deeply inhaling his perfume that permeated the sheets, something that never failed to relax you.

"Goodnight then" he wished you.

"You too Tae" you grumbled before falling asleep, too tired to give any importance to the feeling of being stared at.

When you open your eyes on the half light of the bedroom the morning after, you rise your head to look at his soft sleeping face, following his features as if you were tracing them with your fingers. Honestly, it was also very much unfair how pretty he was and that you only got to look at him like that when he wasn't aware of it. You sigh softly and your gaze lands on his slightly parted lips.

The faint memory of the dream you had falls upon you all at once, making your cheeks flush. Did you really dreamed about fucking him? Again? And this time while you were sleeping in his bed, with him in it ? This was getting out of hand. How were you supposed to keep a straight face while looking at him now?

At first you kept telling yourself that having these type of thoughts about him was just caused by the curiosity that your friends' comments sparkled... but when you started to linger your gaze on him, feeling attracted to his body and the way he moved, until you fantasized of kissing and touching him, you understood that, no, it definitely wasn't just that at all.

You were terrified by the idea of ruining your precious friendship, of losing your best friend, just because of lust. Just the thought itself felt like losing oxygen. And yet you couldn't help your feelings that only kept on growing. What a cliché.

You try to get up without waking him up, moving slowly outside the covers, but the mattress betrays you, squeaking as you shift your weight. He stretches and blinks to adjust to the light, serene and unaware, while you freeze on the spot, still sitting on the mattress, blushing even more if possible.

When he looks at you he immediately notices: "Hey, are you okay? Do you have a fever?" He gets up quickly, worried. His raspy morning voice definitely wasn't of help.

"N-no, no, i'm fine" you manage to say.

To make sure he reaches out to touch your forehead anyway, causing a rush of chills running down your back. "Okay, you don't" he sights in relief.

"That's what I told you!"

"Why are you blushing this hard then?"

"It's nothing, it's just hot, I need a shower..." you want to get up and find refuge in the bathroom, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You feel your panties getting wet and instinctively push your legs closer together.

Shit.

He glances down at your sudden movement, understanding what was going on: "Oh, I see... you're horny" he smiles amused, "so, your plan was to get off in my shower?"

"I was just gonna take a cold shower!" Your heartbeat quickes at the thought of him imagining you touching yourself. You wonder if he has ever done it, but you immediately chase the thought away.

"Yeah, sure..." he mocks you, a playful smirk on his lips. "I am too right now, so... nothing to be embarrassed about"

"Wait- right now? Are you...?"

"Uhm, yeah, I'm hard right now" he frowns, confused by your surprise, "I was going to, you know, take care of it... while you're in the shower."

"W-well, now we can't do that."

"Why is that?"

Your eyes widened. Was he for real? Was he trying to act bold, pushing your buttons to see how you'd react?

"Do you seriously want to get off at the same time, in different rooms, while being aware of it?" You point out the obvious.

"Would you rather get off here? Together ?"

Was he joking or was he provoking you? And if the latter was true, why? Was he attracted to you as well? And if so, was he trying to find out how you felt about it? No, that couldn't be... those were just your delusional fantasies... right? You look away and blush even more if possible.

He registers your reaction and this time he fully blushes as well, thinking it's an affermative answer to his question: "Wait- seriously? Would you like that?"

This wasn't what you meant, but it wasn't wrong either: you do want that, him, with every fiber of your body.

You don't understand how he feels about it, what's behind his embarrassment and surprise, so maybe this is the time to address the elephant in the room once and for all and find out. You feel the panic growing quickly inside your chest as you say, "What if... what if I did?"

He looks you dead in the eyes and swallows.

Surely he's searching for the right words to reject you, to tell you that he wouldn't, that you are just a friend for him and that the way he's been staring at you is because of the affection he-

"I'd like that too" he admits. The cool and chill facade is crumbling before your eyes, piece by piece. "I... I fantasised about it. About you."

You can't believe what your ears have just heard. Is this happening for real or it's just a very vivid dream?

"You did?"

"Yeah... of course" he shakes his head, "I mean, I don't know, these days I feel very attracted to you so it just came naturally to imagine how it would feel... to do it with you" he looks down, the fiery red tips of his ears sticking out. Now that he's letting his vulnerability take over he's so cute. It's a pity that you don't get to see this side of him as often as you'd want to. You want to kiss him so bad.

"Has this happened to you?" He finally asks.

"Yeah..." you bite your lip out of anxiety "I am very attracted to you Tae... I've been for a while now and... recently it's been difficult to not mind it at all. Like, very difficult..."

"Fuck..." he lets out inadvertently.

"Yeah, exactly" you let out a nervous giggle and his eyes widens.

"Should we...?"

"Would you like that?"

"Damn if I'd like that. You? Would you?"

"Definitely, yes" you confirm.

Still a little uncertain and awkwardly, you both move closer to eachother, looking forward to the touch you've been craving all this time.

Your first kiss begins sweet and tender: your fingers run through his soft hair that you have always loved very much, while he's smiling on your lips and caressing your cheek.

When you give his tongue access to your mouth things get heated. He instinctively moves his hands to your waist to bring you closer, his fingers starts lingering over the bare skin of your back, just above the elastic of the sweatpants. When you release a soft moan and tug his hair, that drives him completely nuts: he's been dying to know what kind of sounds you make.

"Fuck, that was pretty. Do it again please."

"I need you closer... can I?" He nods eagerly while getting rid of the covers, you waste no time and sit on his lap. Feeling his hardening pushing against your core despite the fabric is heavenly, the string of moans escaping your lips prove it.

"You're music for the ears... whatever I've listened to until now can't even compare"

Your heart beats even faster at the compliment, threatening to burst out of your ribcage. How are you going to survive this? You're just getting started and you're both a mess already.

Your fingers run to the hem of his shirt, removing it to reveal his beautiful toned body for you to explore like you've been craving to do. You trace the muscles of his shoulders and arms he's so proud of have been enhancing, and leave sloppy kisses all over his chest.

"Are we really doing this?" His breathing is hard and irregular.

"Do you want to stop? Cause we can, anytime" you raise up to look into his eyes in search of any proof of doubt.

"No, I just can't believe it's happening" His soft smile contrasts with his lust-filled gaze. "Do you?"

"Not at all."

You start moving your hips slowly against his, making him let out a groan of pleasure. When you fasten your movements he throws his head back. "God, y/n..."

"Tell me what you imagined me doing to you"

"No, but-"

"What? Did I do something wrong?" You stop in your tracks.

"No, fuck no, this is great" he reassures you, "it's just that- I should take care of you first, you're the one that-"

"But you are going to, silly. Now answer my question."

"I..." he looks down where your bodies are closer, then reaches for your hand and kisses each knuckle tenderly. You hold your breath as butterflies invade your stomach. "I thought about your pretty hands around me"

You move to stroke the bulge covered by his underwear a couple times and watch him struggle to hold back his own moans, before getting rid of it. You stop for a moment to take in what your eyes are seeing: he has a nice shape and length, you can't wait to discover how he feels.

Meanwhile, he begins to worry about you being disappointed or regretting your decision: "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just never saw you like this and wanted to take a proper look at you... you're pretty, you know?"

Surprised and pleased, he lets out an "oh" that turns into a loud moan when you start palming him.

"Does it feel good?" Your chest is filling with pride.

He's already humming approvingly and instinctively bucks his hips into your hand. "You're so good..."

"As good as you imagined?" You tease him.

"Not even close... so much better"

You really need some contact as well and you squirm over him.

"Use my thigh" he proposes, gripping your hips. Loving the idea, you shift to have his left thigh between your legs and start rubbing your pelvis. His muscles flexe beneath you and the fabric creates an amazing friction.

You stroke his skin faster, circling the tip with your thumb, resulting in him bringing an hand over his face: "Shit, I'm close already..." he mumbles.

"It's okay, come for me" your voice sweet like honey, "I want to see your lovely face though..." and you gently take his hand away, locking eyes with him just in time before thick, white ropes start covering his stomach. His face contorts in pleasure and only groans leave his lips, that are eager and desperate when they take yours in a rough kiss.

"That was... way too good" he sighs, "I'm sorry I didn't last long..."

"Don't say that", you reach for the tissue box on his nightstand, "you were so excited of having my hands all over you, it was so hot." You lick your lips, passing him the tissues to clean himself up.

"It's your turn now" he moves closer to your ear and starts leaving a trail of pecks down your jaw. "What did you imagine?"

"I- uhm... well... I'm actually in this state because I- I did have a wet dream tonight..." You look away, your cheeks are burning again.

"Oh, you did?" You recognise from his tone that a smug smile is certainly tracing his lips, "Was I involved?"

You nod, finally revealing where this all thing started. "You were playing with my boobs..."

"Was I?" He starts rubbing your nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, making you whimper.

"God, I love the sounds you make too much." He frees you from it and admires your body like you did before with him. "You... your shapes..." he starts kissing and massaging your breasts, "...are so gorgeous..."

You look at him working your skin and intertwine your fingers with his locks once again, pulling a little everytime he licks the right place the right way.

"And then you went down..." you continue to guide him.

"Of course" he starts kissing your stomach, slowly descending.

It was taking too long and you couldn't take it anymore. "I seriously need you between my legs. Right now." You rush him.

"How exactly do you need me?" He looks up at you and that's so hot of him, you swear you could pass out.

"Your fingers..."

"Seems like we both have a thing for hands, uh?" He lets out a giggle detaching his lips from your skin. He guides you to lay down before removing your thin sweatpants. The darkened spot in your panties is so wide now, his fingers linger over the damp cotton.

"Stop teasing..." you complain.

"You're right, you had to wait this long to take care of me..." he finally gets rid of the only piece of clothing left and takes a look at you, mesmerised. His fingers runs through your folds, his digits circle your opening. "How are you so pretty?"

The first finger enters you easily, shortly followed by the second one. You gasp for air when he curls them, the sensation of finally having him inside of you burning in your chest, waves of pleasure crossing your body. As soon as he starts pounding, you buck your hips to get him as deep as possible.

"Look at you... this is so much better than anything I could ever imagine." Feeling how warm and tight you were around him was simply delicious.

"Faster, please..." you ask gripping the sheets and he immediately begins to thrust with more vigour, his other hand on your knee to keep your legs open.

You start clenching around him and feel your clit pumping looking for some attention as well, thus you reach for it, rubbing your digits in a circular motion.

"God, you're so hot like this" he grunts while your juices drip into his palm, "I can't believe I'm watching you touching yourself for real."

You slightly lean forward to get a better view of his veiny hand and your mouth goes agape. You've always been enamored with his hands, seizing the opportunity everytime you two felt cuddly to caress and play with them, but this... this was a whole another level.

"Tae, fuck, I'm almost there, keep going"

"Whenever you want baby, let yourself go" he breathes out, making a last effort to keep his pace steady.

You feel your orgasm exploding in your chest and spreading all over your body, leaving behind a prolonged moan to delight him.

He's out of breath, his fingers slowly slip out of you and he waits for you to look at him again.

You're panting but you get up and smile at him: "Okay, now explain how are you so great? You definitely rank number one for fingering."

"Thanks for confirming the suspicions I had about my abilities." He says gaining a roll of eyes from you.

His digits still shine with your juices so you lean close enough to lick them clean, surprising him.

"I'm going to grow a boner again at this rate"

"I wouldn't mind it" you run your fingers on his chest and bring him closer to you.

He tucks some tufts of hair behind your ears and scans your face, focusing on every little detail. In this moment you are both asking yourself the same question: is it just lust or there's something else you're both feeling for eachother?

When you indulged in imagining the two of you confessing, you definitely didn't picture this situation as one of the possible scenarios. Yet, here you are. "What do we do now?" you break the silence.

"I think the most logical thing to do is to not panic and see where this takes us."

"That's such a 'you' response" you wrinkle your nose, and the word 'cute' invades his mind.

"Am I wrong though?"

"Ah, you're so annoying" you snort, not wanting to give him the pleasure of agreeing with him, and lay down.

"I know you know I am" he lays on top of you, crossing his arms over your stomach and resting his chin there. "What do you suggest?"

"We've been friends for years now, right?" you start playing with his hair, "many of our friends have been teasing us about how similar to a couple we look, considering how comfortable we are with eachother..."

"The affection was already there"

"Exactly" you nod, "and now attraction joined..."

"In conclusion, you think we are in love already, even if we don't think so yet"

You're taken aback by his response, especially because of the use of the words "in love", but yes, that was what you were aiming for. "Maybe? We should find out."

He giggles, "you just explained what I meant earlier."

"God, I hate you" You let out frustrated, covering your face with your hands to hide the big smile that's actually painting it.

"No, you don't" he gets closer and removes them.

"I truly don't" you admit, moving your eyes to his lips and viceversa.

"Good, because me neither." He's still holding your hands when he kisses you slowly and softly, in a way too romantic manner for you to still be "just friends".

"When he will find out, Beomgyu is never going to let this down."

"Shhh don't make me think about it yet!" You frown, before joining his laugh.

[kidsinsaturn]

OMG HIII! I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED THIS BLOG. YOU'RE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CREATORS HERE.

I hope that your life has been well so far and sorry for my little outburst of joy.

I'm really looking forward to your new posts but please don't stress yourself about it.

Have a lovely day

boyfriend obito headcanons

[🗼] just because I've been feeling a bit silly about this little guy, and I know I already have hcs of him but,,, it's not enough

and YESS I may have been off for a year but i'll always have that annual Naruto brainrot that lasts like six months lool but thank you lots anon love yaaa

character: obito uchiha

genre: sfw; fluff; nsfw

warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; silly obito; everyone happy au bc uwu; mention of insecurities; slight size kink

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-god, obito has been in my mind lately, and how could he not? he is sooo boyfriend material, he created the basic rules for a relationship to work, he is basically the creator of love

-he is just so silly at the beginning of your relationship!! like!! as if kakashi wasn't the reason you two got together because obito couldn't just go and confess to you!! are you nuts?? he'd lose it

-speaking of which, his confession was probably so messed up, but!! he didn't want to, wouldn't allow you to confess because he has that idea that it should be him who brings the relationship to a start

-"may I have the honor of being your boyfriend?" type of guy

-he literally asks everyone for advice and that's probably how you ended up knowing his feelings. obito told everyone and his friends just passed the word until it landed on you

-regardless of that messy start--obito will remember it and feel bad about it until the day he dies--, obito is a great boyfriend, like I said, he is a bit silly and the thing is, he may have idealized relationships too much

-obito may have watched all those stupid cliche movies in secret and thought that's how relationships are supposed to work!!

-would get into a fight for you, write you love letters, plan a secret date. any situation that appears on the kissing booth movies he is so willing to recreate them lol

-obito believes there is no such thing as the "3-month honeymoon phase" LIKE all the time, all the months, all the SECONDS he is with you should be honeymoon phase. only to be reinforced once you two get married

-of course it is beautiful and everything he does makes your stomach flutter with joy-- he is a gentleman ALWAYS, he holds the door for you, steps in first if it's a new place, and goes behind you everywhere

-and ok this is a bit angsty im sorry but this silly dude right here is very insecure okay:( I gotta be real here

-he didn't have a lot of recognition when he was a little boy and that may have messed him up a little. he will always feel like he is not enough for you, and that may cause some arguments sometimes

-he just says that you are too much for him and that he doesn't provide you that much and you're just like obito please go to sleep it's 4am

-and that's the tiring part probably: that he has these random bursts of self-consciousness at the most random times. you two are just eating and talking about some things your friends did, and oh obito just got this tight tug at his chest the second he thinks too much about your or his male friends. or even if he just saved you in a mission or whatever and it takes him like three business days to realize that he could have done a better job at rescuing you

-just be thoughtful with him ok because he seems the kind of guy that goes to sleep thinking about everything you said, nice or rude. overthinking king

-aside from his little insecurities heheh obito is giving you princess treatment like always and duhh if he doesn't do it, he beats himself up. obito has some "traditional ideas" about boyfriend and girlfriend, such as the woman should always receive flowers, never go alone in the street, and always have something of him with her (like a picture hahah silly boy)

-if you're into something like a sport or ballet or just something that's similar to a performance, he will be there at EVERY show or game, he will not miss any of them, and the day he is not there, that's probably because he is dead

-he is there holding the largest and most obvious poster with your face on the middle and the most Tumblr phrase he could think of. he blocks the view from the people in the back but he does NOT care

-if you are into something more private, obito will always be so happy providing your with materials and just his sweet time watching you as the most marvelous creature the gods ever created

-he always has the best intentions for everything. if something goes the wrong way, he is so devastated. say that you have too much work/paperwork/homework lately and he just wants to relieve some stress off your shoulders!! poor baby just made things worse: everything is on the wrong place and just his help wasn't helpful. obito feels stupid and dumb. he ends up cooking you something

-obito has all the love language because mmm his partner should feel loved in all the possible ways. just give him quality time and that's enough for him

-but overall, great boyfriend, he is your number one fan, admires absolutely everything you do and when you're not looking, little hearts form in his eyes when he looks at you, he is just so smitten he might as well just ask you to marry him after three weeks of dating

nsfw ->

-man gets hard just by hugging you

-please do not make fun of his condition okay:( he was just sexually restrained as a teen, and just overall shy about anything that had to do with sexy times

-my own hot take but obito probably stayed virgin by choice. like he was desperately waiting for the one to lose his v-card with because otherwise he feels like he is betraying his true love

-and ohhhh obito has NO idea of the beautiful, marvelous, oozing body he possesses. he is big, strong, tall, thick, and just mmmmm

-the first time you mention somehitng about his physique, he gets all flustered!! if you were in the middle of the act, he would need two minutes to calm down or he will cum by just hearing sweet words

-beautiful dick OBVS, he doesn't know how to use it, lets be reals. if you are his first time, he is so messy. his movements are so asymmetrical and have zero rhythm. after a few times, he learns

-I can only dream about obito's cock PLEASE. large, thick, curved just the right way to make you squirm. just BIG. his dick just springs up every time he takes his pants off and it hits his abdomen in the most sensual way posible. cock possible as large as your head whaaat

-his pre-cum is so bitter!! the first time you tasted it, you made a face. his cum is even sourer. obito feels a bit bad but he understands and doesn't say anything

-you are literally what matters during those sexy moments. he does not allow himself to feel any pleasure before you. it takes you a lot (just kneeling) to give him a head

-please all your sounds should be moans, or whimpers, or small screams of satisfaction, because if he SEES, or hears, or just senses that he may have hurt you, he stops completely and doesn't touch you until you convince him you are fine

-king of aftercare

[stardustwritings]

Hi Star, I was wondering if you can write for Leon x Fem reader where the reader and Leon are on mission together to save Ashley during RE4. Leon and reader are in love with each other but they haven't confessed until reader almost dies.

If not that's okay. Have a nice day/night :)

Resident Evil Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader: “You can’t die on me yet!”

Warings: Spoilers for RE4 Remake, Violence, Guns, Drowning, Almost dying.

Pronouns: (She/Her)

A/N: Hi! Thank you so so much for requesting you’re my second request and I’m so excited!! I really really hope you enjoy this fic and I hope to get requests from you in the future. Thank you! Also I’m sorry for the wait, i’ve been so busy. I promise any future requests will not take this long 😭

Running through the graveyard, you and Leon run for the gate just ahead that lead to the church. With a grunt Leon pushed the gate open and then closed as you went ahead to the second gate in front of the door inside. You shook it a couple times trying to get it open.

“Damn it- Leon it’s locked.” You said looking at him over your shoulder. He started to walk up behind you, he had a look in his eyes as he shook his head.

“But of course. Because when would the two of us ever get a break?” He said with a sigh. His comment made you smile slightly. He was correct of course, the two of you haven’t had a break since you’ve got here. The only thing close to one is the time you’ve spent with the merchant, talking and shopping, without him this trip would of been much worse.

“Well… Let’s call Hunnigan. Might be a good idea to update HQ anyway.” You said leaning back against the gate and looking up at the sky. Leon nodded his head at your words.

“You’re probably right…” He breathed out then placed his finger to his ear and called, “Conder One and Robin Two to Roost. The church is sealed up.”

”And Baby Engle?…” ‘Roost’ or Hunnigan asked in reply.

“Negative. We haven’t found her, yet. This place is locked up tighter than knox…” You told her joining the conversation.

“I see. I can think of one reason they’d want to do so.” Said Hunnigan, they could hear light typing from her keyboard through her mic as she spoke.

“So can I. She’s definitely in there. And we’ll find a way in, one way or another. Conder One and Robin Two out.” Leon told the woman before ending the call. You looked at him standing up straight and going to his side.

“Do you really think she’s in there?…” You asked placing a hand on his shoulder. He paused at your touch and looked you in the eyes. His look made you pause in return. You loved his eyes, and his hair and his jokes and his-… Well you loved him.

You met him after the Raccoon City incident , both of you were survivors. How you managed to survive is a different story, but soon after you found yourself working for the government and meeting the blonde in front of you. Training was a nightmare, but having Leon made it so much better.

“(Y/N)?… Did you here me?” Leon asked titling his head as he looked at you. You removed your hand and gave him a nod looking away to the church.

“Yeah sorry- I zoned out a little uh… Let’s find a way inside.” Your voice was hush as you walked to the side of the church following the wall. Leon watched you go for just a moment before following not wanting you to be left alone.

It didn’t take long for you both to found a small room on the side that was unlocked. It wasn’t connected to the main church but there could be clues on how to get in. Looking around for supplies and answers, Leon’s eyes land on a map and a small note.

“This here says that the key is being held in a cave on the lake-“ He said taking it off the wall then looking at you.

“Then we’ll go to the lake. The signs around said it was just through the gate next door. It’s locked but…” Your eyes landed on a trapdoor in the corner of the room. “I think there may be a way around.” Leon walked up and opened it, shining his flashlight down the hole before looking at you.

“Well… Ladies first.” He said giving a half smirk. You playfully rolled your eyes walking up to him.

“Oh why thank you, what a gentleman.” You said walking pass him and starting to climb down the ladder. You faced him as you descended down, he chuckled softly.

“And watch your step too-“ He said as he made his way down after you, “I won’t be able to catch you from up here-“ He told you smiling.

Shaking your head you left the male on the ladder and followed the light at the end of the small cave, it lead to the other side of the gate just next to the church. You unlocked it just in case then looked to Leon.

He nodded his head down the path then started to walk that way, following you looked around at the world around you. If the people here weren’t crazy infected monsters then this would be like a vacation. Thinking about it you’d love to go on a vacation with Leon. You both needed some time together. You- Your happy thoughts were cut off as Leon put an arm over you and held you back as he peaked over a corner.

“Hostiles… Get your gun.” He whispered softly. You ignored the warmth in your cheeks as you nodded getting it ready. Leon took the first shot and the two of you went into battle. And battled and battled and battled. You were just lucky that he was here to have your back. He always is, it’s one of the reasons you loved him so much.

Throughout the whole fight Leon would warn you if someone was behind you, call out whenever something was thrown your way and freed you from anyone who laid their hands on you. You did the same for him. It’s why you were put on this mission together. It’s why they always put you both together, because you work perfectly together.

That work and care got you through the some cliff side area and through the quarry to thankfully, the merchant. The merchant was glad to see you two, welcoming the both of you in from your battles. You and Leon look at each other with a sigh of relief and buy anything that looked important. After saying your goodbyes you both continued forward.

“He’s always there when we need him.” You mumbled as you stepped out. Leon nodded a bit looking at you then smiled a little.

“Yeah I bet you loveee seeing your boyfriend~” He joked laughing a bit as you playfully hit his arm.

“Oh ha ha. Very funny but he’s not my type Leon.” You replied walking up to a fence blocking off a drop. Placing your arms on the railing you look out over the lake as Leon wondered what your type was exactly. “Hey- there’s some people in the water- On a boat.” You called to Leon as he walked over.

The two of you watched as they dumped a body in the water.

“Fuck…” Leon mumbled and then two seconds later the body was eaten by a large creature they only got to see for just a moment. The two of you stood silently knowing what would come next.

“That um… Cave we have to go there is-…there’s a walk way right?…” You were sheepish as you glanced at Leon. All he did was point to the little docking area across from them. “… Great.” You mumbled then sighed. Leon looked down to you and then gently placed a hand on your back.

“Hey… We… got this okay? In and out. As long as we’re careful I’m sure we’ll be fine.” His voice was soft and comforting, he even gave you a soft smile to reassure you. All you did was smile back and gave him a nod as you both started to make your way down to the lake side.

There was a very tiny boat it looked like it could just fit the two of you. Leon smiled and held his hand out to you then gently helped you down into the boat. Afterwards he followed suit, pulling the cord and starting the little engine.You sat in front and he drove the boat to the little building.

Light from the lowing sun made the lake shine, the whole place in a pretty orange glow.

“Hey…” Leon said to get your attention. “I actually want to talk to you about something while we have a moment… I was thinking maybe after all this… You and me could-“ He cut himself off as the boat slowed then came to a stop.

“Did um… Did you do that?” You asked looking over at him as he looked to the engine and shook his head.

“No?…” He said pulling on the cord trying to get it to start once more. You bit your lip, glancing into the dark water then jumping a little as something hit the bottom of the boat.

“Leon- Please for the love of god get it started already.” He could hear the worry in your voice as you held onto the sides of the boat. But Leon was somewhat lost in thought looking around the calm water of the lake. “Leon?”

He was brought to his senses as the lake monster that ate the body moments ago jumped from the water and over the two. Right after it grabbed onto a rope hanging from the boat and started to pull it along with it. “W-Woah-“ You let out falling a little bit into Leon but he kept you up right in a protective hold as you both were pulled. 

“Now what do we do?!?” You asked looking back at Leon. He glanced at the engine then some harpoons on the floor of the boat.

“You shot I drive- Just another mission… We got this.” He said handing you the harpoons. Have you ever used a thrown weapon? No, but it wasn’t like you had much choice. With Leon keeping the two of you away from rocks and anything floating in the water with you, you fought off the monster.

Things were looking great, with the lake filling up with the beasts blood. Bending down to grab another harpoon, the boat was rocked by the creature just enough to throw you from the ship. You fall backwards into the dark cloudy waters with your heart pounding as you try and swim up. Your lungs started to burn, it was like no matter how much you swam you couldn’t reach the top. The last thing you remember was something moving pass you.

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“(Y/N)?… (Y/N) come please? Don’t give out on me now-“ A muffled voice called as you slowly came two. “God please I- I never got to… Damnit… Come please… You can’t die on me yet. I can’t lose you too… Please… I love you so much don’t do this. I didn’t even get to tell you!” The voice continued then you gasped, all of the water in your lungs coming up and out making you gag.

Gasping for air you held your chest trying to get it out. After a moment you took in the world around you. You make it to the little dock you had seen before. By your side was a soggy Leon who pulled you into a tight hug the second he saw you were okay.

“Oh thank god! I thought I lost you.” He said as you gently pat his back to reassure him.

After a second it hit you. You were alone so the voice you heard had to be Leon’s… And what he had said… Your cheeks reddened as you remembered. Did you imagine it? Miss hear? Either way you were going to ask, you needed to know.

“Leon… What um… We’re you saying before I was completely up? I kinda heard a bit…” Your voice was quiet as Leon froze and glanced away for just a moment.

“O-Oh that uh… Damn it well… I almost lost you and I’m not going to risk it happening again without you knowing.” He said moving closer and taking your hands. “I really really love you… So much… I was even going to ask you out on the boat before that monster came. I couldn’t help it- You’re just… You’re just amazing.” He said looking at you like you were the only girl in the whole world.

You blushed and slowly grinned pulling Leon into a tight hug. He loved you! It took you almost dying to find out but he loved you!

“I love you too Leon… I have for a long time now.” You told him softly, your hug was so tight just wanting him close. Leon grinned and hugged you back just as tightly. He was so thankful you felt the same. 💜

(A/N Hi- I’m so sorry for the wait again April is always a busy month for me. Future fics will come faster I promise! In at least at weeks time if I decide to do it!)