fuckbuddy!sukuna who thought you were just a shy background character. The type no one looks at, always quiet, always daydreaming, always reading something with pretty covers and tragic romance quotes. A harmless little loser.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who almost laughed when YOU were the one to say, “If you’re horny, just use me.” with big innocent eyes. In the softest voice. Like you were talking about homework.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who found out real quick that behind that timid, awkward exterior… you were a sugar-sweet little nympho. Easily flustered but so, so easy to turn on. The type to press your thighs together just because he looked at you. The type to get wet over the idea of being ruined.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who LOVES the duality. how you’re invisible to everyone but when the door’s locked? You’re a slutty, needy, pussy-drunk doll for him. Moaning into pillows, arching your back, whispering, “More, more, more,” like a chant.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who uses you whenever he’s stressed, annoyed, bored and dragging you into bathrooms, over desks, against walls. And you always let him. Always spread your legs, always take it. Not because you’re weak but because you love it.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who didn’t expect YOU to start using HIM too. Calling him over in the middle of the night with a soft, breathy tone, “Can you come? I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you.” Showing up at his place in a skirt at 1AM on a weekday because you were “achey.” Sitting on his thigh in silence, grinding without a word because,
“it feels better when it’s you, kuna.”
fuckbuddy!sukuna who pretends to be annoyed but he’s obsessed with how much you crave him. How shamelessly you chase your own pleasure. How you look so sweet but fuck like you were made for him.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who calls you a “nymphet” with a mocking smirk then grips your face and spits in your mouth because he knows you love the humiliation. “You act cute, but you’re just a little pervert, huh?” And you nod. Whimpering. Begging.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who hates sharing even though this isn’t a relationship. If someone even makes you laugh, he’s pulling you onto his lap, fingers pumped in and out inside you, reminding you whose you are. “You wanna cum? Say my name.” And you always do.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who swore this was casual but starts getting jealous when you use your toys instead of him. Starts wanting you even when he’s not horny. Starts touching you just to see you melt and cry beneath him.
fuckbuddy!sukuna who didn’t mean to care. But the first time you show up at his place, eyes red from crying, not asking for sex, just crawling into his bed and whispering, “Can you hold me? Please.”
He realizes he can’t let you go.
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notie's: credit and shout out to my amazing girlfriend, Lilah 🤍 love you lee <3
loser!reader who’s hired by lasswel to help price with the immense amount of paperwork that he never gets to. who’s assigned to sit pretty at the beaten desk outside of his office.
but I like the idea of reader not being the typical “sexy assistant” but more like loser girl frumpy sweater and thick rimmed glasses type of assistant who still gets these Kyle and Johnny riled up working extra hard and making dorks out of themselves trying to woo you but you’re just too oblivious to men’s advances.
not simon though, he’s the one that’s the most awkward yet somehow effective?
you get hired and on your first day, as you acclimate to your office with your matching pastel supplies that you so delicately organize across your desk to give this t-filled office a feminine touch, one by one the boys drop off their report files at your desk to be revised and handed over to price.
the first one’s Kyle, who showers you in compliments that go way over your head, “sargeant Garrick sure is polite!” Is all you really think of it; kinda frustrating for him.
the next one coming over is Johnny, who hands you his files with his eyes eating you up like you’re a bar of chocolate. Johnny makes you feel um, intimidated? it’s the way he’s got that look in his eyes that feels like he’ll eat you whole, like he’s got X-ray vision staring right through that bulky knitted sweater. It makes your cheeks turn beet red in embarrassment when he makes comments and one-liners to get you worked up.
the last one to visit your desk that first day caught you off-guard. while you were turned around alphabetizing the manila folders in the file cabinet behind you, you turned around to the large apparition of a skull-faced man that might as well have been a hallucination because 2 seconds ago he was not there and a man that size should be impossible to go unnoticed. your heart jumps and gets caught in your throat when you turn around and see him; dark and massive and the only visible human feature in him are the dark brown eyes behind that mask. you greet him politely through a stutter as you return to your seat, and all he responds with is an extended arm with the reports in hand. you mutter a thank you, your throat constricted, and what you get in return is a grunt before he turns on his heels and disappears down the hallway.
you’re scared shitless of that man on your very first day.
little did you know, simon’s face under the mask was scarlet red and flushed hot the second he saw your innocent glimmering eyes behind your skewed frames, making him unable to get a word out and having no other option but to retreat.
Synopsis: Hugo always believed that fate is not something one can just argue with. However, his fate really had to be toying with him when it involved him with you, a total loser.
Pairings: Hugo x Loser!Fem!Reader
Notes: Tbh I didn't think this would this long. This was supposed to be a drabble. Now it feels more like a oneshot than anything. Do let me know if I should continue this or not😭 This is based off of this post by @mischevious-potato, LMAOOO, full loser reader by the way, like I tried (though not rlly Kobeni coded since I dont watch Chainsaw Man AGSHAHA), Yes the title is based off the song, Also, Hugo👀
Truly, Hugo did not know what to think or feel about his current situation. The midfielder just did what he did best, give a glare before nonchalantly walking away.
However, that did not stop you.
"Just leave it, idiot."
"WAIT NO- I'M SORRY! PLEASE LET ME HELP YOU- AAHH!"
He heard you let out a shriek and before he knew it, his ankle was caught on something and he too, fell on the conrete floor.
He groaned in pain, too focused on the feeling the rough scratches of the harsh material of the floor to even notice the heavy weight on his butt.
One may ask, how did someone like Hugo, a popular personality in not just France, but in the whole world, find himself in this situation?
Well, it was a rather long story, and it started with a book in the park. The midfielder would even say that the book's title and plot have long left his mind. All he remembered is that the plot was trash, and the writing style even moreso.
However, what pissed him off was not the fact he wasted a few euros on a book he just wanted to throw away, no. What got him this pissed off wss this random girl.
He was minding his own business, enjoying nature and his book until he felt eyes on him. Call it celebrity instincts, but he could always sense it when someone stared a few seconds too long at him.
Looking around the place, he almost jumped from his seat when he saw...well you. Sitting on three benches away from him, with eyes on him like a hawk.
You weren't even blinking, he thinks.
But, he just sighed. Another one of those crazy ass fans, huh? Much to his chagrin, you were one of those fans with guts as he watched you shyly approach his direction.
'This day couldn't get any shittier, can it?'
"Um excuse me?"
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?"
You gulped at the rather ominous aura he was emitting but gathered all your courage nonetheless and pointed a shaking finger on his book.
"Do you...do you like the book?"
"What?"
Hugo did not know if he found this situation incredulous, stupid or both. But, he proceeded to roll his eyes and continued reading.
"Why do you care? Do I know you?"
"No. Right, sorry."
And with that, you looked like a kicked kitten and started tottering away, probably regretting or feeling guilty about disturbing his peace until...
'BARK! BARK!'
"AHHH GO AWAY! Bad dog!! This is mine!"
A random dog barked at your direction, eyeing the peanut butter cracker in your hands. And well, as if you could not have ruined his day even more, you jumped and tried to run from the dog (which was a bad idea, but hey, you were panicking). In your jumpiness, your leg then hit the trash can beside Hugo's bench and in turn spilled its contents on the man's pants.
"What the fuck..."
"AHHH NO, I'M SORRY!!"
You, who just threw your little snack on the opposite way as far as possible which made the dog chase it, looked around only to find yourself in another horrendous situation.
Welp, life doesn't want you to have wins for atleast once, huh?
As if his glare could not become colder, Hugo's eyes were even sharper, as if they were out to kill you just through a glare making you panic. So, you did what you do best, grab a ton of your wet wipes and your whole wallet and spilling it on the bench beside him.
"Here you can have them! Uhhh as payment for the pants! Oh goodness, I'll clean it-"
You picked up a few of the wet wipes to start cleaning his pants, but he just dismissed your hand before standing up, dusting off the food residue on his pants that came from the trash bin.
And so, that is where the rest continued on.
Usually, in romance books and dramas, the main female lead would fall into either the arms of her love interest, or atleast ontop of him, inciting a kiss right?
Well, let's just say you would have preferred either one of them much better rather than your current position.
Hugo was facing the floor, and you were ontop of him...with your face on his butt. After catching yourself and the very VERY embarassing position, you stood up and started to curse yourself in your head before turning to the poor mysterious man.
"I'M SO TRULY SORRY SIR! I don't know what's going on with me today! Let me help-"
"No. Leave me alone, god fucking damn it. You are a hurricane of a woman. Just... get your clumsy ass out of here before you do something worse."
You watched as he picked himself up before truly walking away, leaving you kneeling on the floor. Half angry and half ready to cry.
Yes, what happened was unfortunate and all, but he didn't need to be so rude! Sniffing and telling yourself to remain strong, you stomped on the floor, glaring through angry and glassy eyes at his direction.
"He's such a jerk. I'm so happy I don't know him in real life. Hmp!"
No, no, NO.
Hugo could not help the glare of disgust and annoyance that left him the moment his eyes caught a familiar figure.
It was a Sunday, meaning he had no practice and for a small treat, he decided to take his lunch on a nearby restaurant around town.
Until, his eyes glanced at the table beside his. You. You suddenly appeared out of nowhere and decided to take the table beside his!
He was ready to bolt and find a new seat, only to find the place already full. And he already placed his order.
...
He sighed and just accepted his fate. Surely, that day he 'met' you was just a bad day. Bad first impression, whatever.
Though, he does cringe a bit at your order. A pile of pancakes with fruits and syrup as toppings, a huge milkshake, a piece of strawberry cake and a box of macarons.
Can someone consume that much sugar and not die?
Hugo just turned his head, deciding to focus on his phone rather than the familiar stranger beside his table. Until, well, a head hit his, hard.
"What the..."
"Ow- Ahhh! I'm sorry - Wait - it's YOU!"
Seeing as both your chairs and his were back to back with each other, just one tilt of your head backward had your heads bumping to each other.
You turned your head to apologize only to grow pale the moment you noticed the familiar pair of glaring eyes.
"Yeah, its me. Now go focus on your food, dumbass."
"Hey! I just wanted to say sorry! Atleast I'm being polite, like you!"
"Is moving like a caterpillar and tilting your head back hard knowing someone is behind you considered polite? I didn't think so."
"Well, glaring and cursing a normal citizen who wants to help you is not polite either, so you can't talk."
"When did I say I was polite? Besides, who could blame me, a victim of a clumsy hurricane like you?"
The rest of the customers and even some of the waiters started watching the spectacle as you two started getting quite heated, well at least you were, seeing as even in anger, Hugo's voice remained ever cold, almost calm.
How did this encounter end, you may wonder?
Well, it ended the moment you both were kicked out of the restaurant for disrupting the peace. And well, the video may or may not have gone viral, with Hugo receiving tons of calls from the Team's PR manager and his own personal manager.
"Do not EVER call her my friend."
"Geez, my bad, man. I just thought since you both are always together-"
"Not by my choice. She just always happen to be where I am. I'd be convinced she's my stalker if I didn't know she's an idiot who gets lost because she doesn't know left or right."
Loki laughed at that. He has never seen Hugo this infuriated or talkative before. But you just seemed to know how to get under his skin and boil his blood to the point that the midfielder could not help but just rant it out.
The two watched as you and Charled started laughing like little gremlins as you mixed dozens and dozens of candy packs into one popcorn bowl. Speaking of, where did you two even- Whatever.
Hugo glared at your figure, watching you exchange slaps on the back with his fellow midfielder. Tsk, not only were you clumsy and nerdy, but you were also childish? Color him shock, note the sarcasm.
Hugo had never felt this much...annoyance at someone's mere existence. He prided himself in being logical, in control, and adaptable.
But dear God, do you make his spine crawl in uncomfortable anger. Just seeing you, made his blood pressure rise seemingly. Heck, even the mere mention of your name had him glaring.
And the hate was not unreasonable. Oh no, he had two reasons.
Firstly, how in the word are you always there wherever he is? If he knew you were not directionally challenged, he would have long hired a private investigator to see if you were in some way, a fan turned stalker. But no, it was all pure coincidence.
After all his years of acknowledging fate, this is his reward?
And finally, how can someone be so clumsy, so unlucky, so...destructive? Like he remembered that one time where you were doing nothing, just sitting and all until a cat suddenly passed by and pooped on your shoes.
Or that one time you let your curiousity win over you and you put your head through the gap of a balcony bearing that ended in him having to call the mall maintenance crew to have you freed.
Or that time you spent five hours. Five hours straight yapping his ear off with the history of the Roman Empire. Even getting down to the nitty-gritty details like how the Ancient Romans used the bathroom.
Truly, you were a rare specimen. One that should not be experimented or observed, but avoided to hopefully not get oneself involved in the aftermath of whatever shenanigans may happen intentionally or unintentionally around you.
He tried avoiding you. Rarely leaving his house, pretending you never existed when he saw you, heck even praying to anyone to stop the fateful encounters. Yeah, it was that bad.
Though, did anything happen?
Well, considering that you were literally here infront of his eyes, doing peacock dances with his teammate, he considered that a huge no.
Meanwhile, in Loki's mind, this whole thing was not only entertaining, but also beneficial for Hugo.
The man is well...him. So closed off, so strict on anything and everything, so reliant on a predetermined fate.
But now, here he was, facing you. A hurricane of life that Hugo could never predict or adapt to. Maybe that was why he supposedly 'hated' you, the striker hypothesised.
You are an enigma. Something Hugo's eyes and brain could never understand nor adapt to fully. Just as the midfielder thought he had everything about your intents and mindset calculated and noted down, you would suddenly do something entirely new that would rewire his system causing it to shut down and restart progress again.
Though, contrary to the midfielder's own belief, Loki could see that the challenge was deeper than just him finding you annoying.
"Oi, don't go there. There's tons of stray cats there, your shoes might get shit on it again."
"Oh pft! That's nothing! That was just conincidence."
You shrugged it off, leaving a glaring Hugo who caught the back of your shirt and started dragging you the oppositw way letting you yowl out about how he could not control your choice to want to be with the cats.
Loki snickered at the interaction, his eyes filled with an expression that feels like he knows something no one does.
Or maybe, it was something everybody but you and Hugo does not know of.
"I like her. She's so fun. Though, I don't know why Hugo doesn't like it when we meet her. Does he hate her that much?"
Charles wondered beside Loki watching you be dragged away by an exasperated Hugo. The team captain just shrugged, patting the blonde's shoulder.
"Its not that he hates her. I think its quite the opposite really, but I don't think Hugo is ready for that conversation yet."
"Did you know that Romans had public bathrooms where everyone does their business next to each other-"
"You told me that many times before. Now, shut up."
You frowned at his words, before following his figure that started walking back to the mall. It was one of those days again where fate seemed to toy with both of you.
He was just out on a jog, before prompting to head to the mall to pick up a few of his necessities until he bumped into you. You just left the bookstore, having found a few comics and mangas to your liking when you met the midfielder again.
And of course, you approached him. Truthfully, no matter how rude he was, you still liked his company. All your life, you never had any friends because of well...because you were you. Clumsy, dumb and destructive you.
Yes, you have long accepted that you will be a lonely loser for your whole life, but that did not mean that you never felt lonely.
Until he came along. Yes, Hugo was an asshole, a piece of work, but atleast he was genuine. He said the things people say behind your back, but he would say in front of your face.
His tone, emotionless, but there was no poison behind them. He did not mock you nor did he feel disgusted by you, instead, it just felt like he was stating facts about yourself when he mentioned how clumsy and annoying you were.
Maybe, this whole thing was toxic or not sustainable, that you were probably reading things too optimistically. But, for the first time, you weren't alone. You weren't mocked. You weren't nonexistent.
So, you clung to this. To him.
"Booo, you're boring! No wonder Charles complains about you!"
At the mention of Charles' name, his glare deepens, his back turning to face you even more to hide the clear annoyance in his face.
"Then go talk to Charles or whatever."
"Oh, I soooo will! He's so much better than you anyway. He actually talks with me and listens to what I say."
"Ugh, you annoy me."
And of course, he walks away again. Like a fucking coward-
Wait, what? A coward? What was he even afraid of anyways?
Hugo does not do scared. He does not back away when he knows he can face the situation, that has always been one of his strengths.
But, why can't he face you right now? Why is it that every time you mentioned how better Charles was compared to him, he recoiled in his own mask of nonchalance?
All his life, Hugo acknowledged that he was not born to be the best of the best. No, he was an important stepping stone to those who had the talent to be one. A supporting character to the eventual main character.
That was not so bad, in his mind. To be the key to the prodigies of the world. After all, without a stepping stone, they would fall. Without a supporting character, the main character will fail. He was just as important as those who are in the lead.
Yet, why is it that he always feels more annoyed when he was not the main character in your eyes? Why did he feel like grating his teeth earlier when you kept mentioning Charles?
Truly, you were such an enigma that he has yet to solve. But, he will. Oh, one day he will solve your stupid self one day.
And hopefully, solve this stupid, grating feelings too. Because, as much as you do get under his skin, this...thing feels painful, more bitter than the fluttery and buttery emotions he felt for you.
"AHHH!"
You squealed the moment you saw a dog pass by you and started growling at your figure. Ah of course, you just had to ruin his self-reflection moment, huh?
Blue Lock is NOT mine. Credits to Kaneshiro Muneyuki and Nomura Yusuke.
Synopsis: Yn is the total opposite of a popular girl. She's reserved and pretty much of a loser. People usually make fun of her, saying she's a crackhead because she smokes and weird because she doesn't talk anyone but her friends. However she developed a huge crush on the Daniela Avanzini. The most popular girl of their school. But Daniela is also known to be a mean girl, so will Daniela make fun of her or will she fall for her?
Pairing: Popular!Daniela x Loser!Reader
Featuring: Lizeth Selene used as yn's fc, Hyunjin (stray kids), Ni-ki (enhypen), Jongseob (p1harmony), Billie Eilish, Odessa A'zion, and the Katz.
Extras: Jenna Ortega, Emma Myers, Finn Wolfhard, and Charlie Plummer.
Content: university au, crack, fluff, potential angst, enemies to lover (?), maybe smut.
Tags: marijuana usage, smoker!reader, skater!reader, artist!reader, explicit language, anxiety, social anxiety, cigarettes, alcohol, talks of bullying, trauma.
Status: on going
Jybyls' note: obviously this all fiction so don't take anything seriously. All the characters used are actual celebrities/idols however nothing in this story is related to them. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: Chubby reader, mdni, fluff, smut, (kinda) , gentleness, mentions of insecurity, loser!reader, popularguy!someone you imagine. p in v, etc etc. Kinda shitty smut.
In your two years of college, you weren't very interested in making friends like others were. You were there to learn. Sure - it got boring at times, but you kept yourself pretty occupied. Doodling, daydreaming, studying. People said, college means you "have fun," you "fuck around" but you weren't exactly interested in that.
And not that you could be, either way, because most people would either ignore you or call you a loser in a pitying way.
You had your own group of friends of course, but they were all in different courses so you only saw them in the hallway. You liked keeping it small. Did you long for the social, party life your classmates had? Well.. yes, but did it bother you that much? ..no? Maybe a little bit. But you liked the way it was anyway.
Besides, popular people, they're all the same! They usually think they're better than others, they get mean to others sometimes, and they're always sooo egoistical, surrounded by attention.
You weren't that type, and you hated attention anyway. You had your special interests, did decently in school, and a part time minimum wage job as a cashier at a nearby Lidl. It was fine. The job didn't give much but gave enough for you to keep an apartment nearby the college. You just hated dorm rooms. They have no privacy.
No one paid much attention to you, but it was fine.
So, when you bumped into him, you expected him to tell you to "scram" or "watch where you move." But that wasn't what happened.
You reached down, already muttering apologies, while picking your books up. You wanted to get it over with and run so the attention wouldn't be on you.
But it was. Because you looked up and saw him, and he was full on blushing. Red. You assumed it was because you embarassed him, but he started stuttering. He never stutters. He's known for being cool, cold, uncaring, calculated. Everybody wanted a piece of him.
Was he hot? Of course. Did you want him? No, because he has way tooo much attention on himself, and again, you hated that.
"O-oh- uh- s-sorry name, I- I'll pay more attention next time." He said, hand scratching behind his neck.
..Okay, is this a joke? Is he making fun of you for muttering apologies? Why is he acting like this? Why is he so goddamn red? Whatever. You needed to leave before he yelled out a joke about you being fat or something. You said,
"It's fine." And went on your way, books picked up. You took a couple of steps, and looked back to see him standing there, looking back after you. He made eye contact with you and you decided it's your cue to go.
You thought that was weird, but it woud surely be the end of that. Well, not exactly.
From that day on, you started seeing him EVERYWHERE you went in school with your friends. You questioned it, but thought nothing of it, because why would you? He can be anywhere he wants to be.
It's been weeks and you kept seeing him around still - You thought it would go away. But no, because that day you went to school and found a rose in your locker with a note that said it's from him.
You tore the note apart and rolled your eyes. Why? This joke has been played on you before. The, "Oh hey name, my friend likes you!" cruel joke. You threw the rose away too. You're way too old for these.
But what you didn't know,
Was that he was watching it from a far, watching you tear his note apart and throw his rose into the trash, on the brink of tears. Why did you throw it away? Did you not like roses? Did you just not like him? But why? He was nice!
He's spent weeks trying to get closer to you, never getting enough confidence to talk to you but the one time he does, you break his heart like that? Why? His friends said you found him attractive because well, everyone does.
You thought nothing of it all day. Thought it would go away. You also thought it was pretty rude - I mean, really? Over bumping into someone once? Overreaction.
Well, until your last class ended and you found yourself looking up at him because he literally stood in the doorway, scratching his neck. Whispering, muttering something you couldn't hear.
But you were already annoyed because during your last class one of the girls made fun of your tornado presentation which you spent weeks on working, especially because you love tornadoes.
So you kind of snapped.
"Listen, I- I've already had these jokes done on me before. I said I was sorry about bumping into you, I don't know what else you want from me, and honestly it's kind of a childish move to pull that joke. We're all adults here."
And he stood there in silence. Frozen. He didn't know what to say? Good! You told him! You weren't gonna be the same little girl in high school who got bullied and said nothing! You did so good - wait was he crying?
Tears were genuinely starting to come down his face.
"A-are you crying?" Oh no, there it goes, your voice just cracked. You hate making people cry. Were you that mean? It wasn't even that mean, was it?
He just shook his head, saying, "No," confidently this time, trying to seem bigger but the tears kind of kept coming down his face. "W-why would I be crying?" He asked, and then he muttered a "fuck" quietly, and of course you heard THAT but not what he was muttering before.
You sighed. You caused this, you were gonna deal with this. You spoke, "Listen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry-" but he cut you off.
"Why don't you like me?" He asked, voice cracking, looking at you.
You raised an eyebrow. Is this serious? Was one of the most popular guys in this college asking you why you didn't like him? "I do like you." And his eyes sparkled.
"Really? But you threw the rose away. Does this mean you would go on a date with me?" He asked, almost shaking.
Wait. Did he just say date? ..With you? ...Was this a joke?
"I don't have any money," you say, assuming he wanted you to pay or something. But he shook his head. "I'll pay. I promise. Please?" He asks, and you got more confused. "..Are you joking right now?" You asked, but he looked panicked immediately. "W-what? No! Not at all! I really like you, and I would like to take you on a date."
You sighed eventually, saying yes. What's the worst that could happen from this? You didn't have much time left in college anyway, so even if this was a prank, you wouldn't have to bear it for too long.
You agreed to set a time on friday, 6pm, because you just loved the way Friday sounded and it was one of your favorite days anyway, right after thursday.
You thought he would stand you up or make fun of you, or make it a joke.
..Well it turns out it wasn't a fucking joke because he turned up before 6pm, another rose in his hand, and he was wearing a suit. An actual, suit. While you were wearing a sundress. Simple. ..Did you underdress? or did he overdress?
He looked panicked. You walked over, saying hi, and with shaky hands he handed the rose over.
It smelled nice, and it was pink. Pink was your favorite color, so of course you loved it.
"I- I booked a reservation in a restaraunt not too far from here." It was very obvious he was trying hard to look confident. You smiled at it, it was cute from him, and he smelled really nice.
You followed him and while he was silent during the walk, he did get talkative in the restaraunt.
And only then did you realize, shit, YOU underdressed. But you can't blame yourself - He didn't exactly tell you he was gonna take you somewhere this fancy.
While you two waited, he started talking. About his life, about college, about what he plans on his job being, and he actually asked about you too.
The conversation eventually shifted. The wine you ordered did its job, made it much easier to talk about things, especially for him.
He admitted he wanted to ask you out for so long, He switched topic of course, but you couldn't let that go.
"Wait- what? You wanted to ask me out?" You asked, looking confused.
"Well, yeah. Sorry if that's weird to say." He looked away, sheepish.
"No, not at all. I just didn't expect that." You said, swallowing.
"Why not? You're pretty. I was worried you had a boyfriend, or something," he admitted, his eyes suddenly very interested in the floor.
You shook your head and smiled. He was being pretty cute. You two talked for a little more, ate food, and he was very respectful. The mood lightened, and you two made jokes, drank a little bit more.
He got confident at the end. But it was time to go, the restaraunt was closing. He walked you home, and when it was time for you to go inside, you genuinely hesitated.
"Do you want to come in?" You asked, and his eyes lit up. "I mean- yes- If you're okay with it."
"Yeah. I'm okay with it."
He called your apartment pretty, even though it was small. You guided him to the couch and grabbed some popcorn - and gave it to him. You put on random videos to watch, and he eventually put his hand on yours, allthough nervously.
Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the mood. But you leaned over and kissed him. He wasted no time kissing you back.
He deepened the kiss, a surprisingly good kisser- and he pulled you onto his lap. It wasn't long before you were full blown making out, the video in the background fully forgotten. His hand stayed on your back, strictly.
You broke away, and he was worried he did something wrong. Already opening his mouth to apologize when you took your sundress off. He took this as a sign to take his shirt off- and shit. His chest was toned.
Chiseled, almost, you could say. His hands on your back, yours in his hair. He slowly fiddled with your bra, and you smiled.
"You can take it off, you know."
And without wasting any time, he quickly unclipped your bra, pressing you against him more. You moaned into the kiss. He suddenly got way more confident, and let one of his hands wander to your ass, the cupping your cheek.
When you broke the kiss, forehead against his, he got you off of his lap and stood up. Was that it? Did he realize he didn't want you?
Well, those overthinking thoughts quickly went away when he started fiddling with his belt, hands shaking so he was messing it up. You helped him take it off, and he looked at you like you were some sort of angel. He got out of his pants - rock hard. He sat down next to you again, and he swallowed.
"Do you want this?"
"Yes," It wasn't even a question.
You expected him to just take his boxers off and fuck you, but no.
He got down on his knees, and looked up at you to see if he could do this.
You nodded.
He slowly slid your panties off of you and he spread your legs slightly apart. He started leaving kisses along your thighs, teasing. Your moans were like a melody to his ears. He finally put his mouth where you needed it most, and fuck he felt good. You didn't know being eaten out could feel this good, sure, you've had decent head before, but none like this.
He worked his tongue on you, and slid one finger inside. He sucked on your clit, and you swore you would come so you got him off of you. The only place you wanted to come on tonight, was his dick.
He was confused. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, tilting his head. You shook your head.
"Sit on the couch," you said. He obliged immediately. You slid his boxers off, and you sat in his lap. He blushed hard.
You looked at him. "Can I do this?" you asked. "Please," he begged, almost drooling at the sight of you naked on top of him. When you finally slid in, You realized you might've taken a bite too big for you. He was roughly 7-8 inches and you were.. Not exactly used to that. And not only that- he was pretty too. Though he looked like he was suffering more than you did, because when you finally started moving, he actually started groaning.
"Fuck.. You're so pretty," he said, thrusting his hips slowly upwards, meeting yours. He held your face, too, with one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. He was going to lose it.
He started thrusting up into you harder, faster. He was practically drooling over you.
You swore you've never moaned louder, and your neighbours probably hate you now. But you didn't care, you couldn't care. You weren't thinking about it. In fact, you weren't thinking about much at all this time.
"Fuck, I wanted you for so long," he whispered between kisses. "I've always wanted you to be mine. Fuck, for so long.." He groaned.
You moaned, barely hearing his words but they sure as fucking hell helped you out with getting closer to your high. Who knew he would be a talker? And especially someone who praises you?
"Are you mine? Can you be mine? Please, fuck, tell me you're mine." He asked, thrusting harder and harder into you.
"I-I'm yours - f-fuck..." You moaned out. You kissed him again, and with that you reached your high. Right after, he pulled out and came outside of you, breathing hard.
The thoughts came back again. What if this was all he wanted? Would he leave now? Are you another notch on his belt?
No. He got you off of him, and the first thing he did after standing up was bringing you a blanket and cleaning up around you.
What the fuck? is this a dream?
He made sure you were okay, and apologized if this went, "too fast." You smiled and said no, and he immediately said, "I hope you don't think this is all I wanted. I really, would like to date you.." He said, looking away.
You laughed and pulled him into the couch with you, cuddling him.
You kissed him.
"I would like that too."
this is my first post in a while, and ive decided to make it today after a looong ass break of everything.
It's pretty shitty, and not proofread, so sorry if this didn't turn out good.
The man i imagined for this was Simon Riley, but I know it wouldn't exactly fit so I say imagine whoever you want.
It's been a good while since I've posted or written anything, so again, I'm sorry.
Gojo, König, Simon riley, etc.
Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error / M.list
Jason Todd
Richard had convinced him to go on a blind date, at first he refused
But apparently Richard didn't understand the meaning of the word 'No' and he kept insisting on it all fucking week
He decided to accept just because he had nothing to do (plus he could get rid of that idiot brother)
He thought he would meet the usual girls, most likely he would just talk to her for a while and then leave
He was very surprised when he saw you entering the restaurant agitated 20 minutes late
God, you are the human representation of the fucking nerd emoji, you looked like you came out of an 80s movie
You are literally the representation of the word loser and nerd
"Hi..."
You said embarrassed as you sat at the table in front of him, you adjusted your glasses nervously
Your clothes and hair were a mess as if you had run a marathon to
"Hi"
He waved back, god he didn't think it was going to be this awkward
You and him didn't say anything for the next 20 minutes
"So... you like fnaf?"
"What?"
Jason was surprised by your question, it wasn't the best way to break the ice but it did the trick
At some point he felt like laughing, it was the first date and all you did was talk about a game.
"Although if you don't like it I can also talk about undertale or minecraft"
It was almost funny how you spent the whole date talking about indie games, comics and movies.
He just looked at you with a small smile nodding briefly, you were too focused talking about whatever you were talking about.
But he liked the sparkle and excitement in your eyes every time you talked about one of your weird tastes.
you were a complete loser
You were clearly he type
Richard Grayson
He had met you a few weeks ago, you were the kind librarian who helped him every day when he went to get a book
If he was honest he didn't read any of the books he brought from the library he only went there to see your cute face
After several failed flirtations and denied dates you decided to give him a chance
You couldn't say no to those little puppy eyes he gave you
The date had gone wonderfully and you timidly invited him to your apartment
And it was an offer that Richard couldn't refuse
The night was great, they watched some movies and spent too much time with you since when he saw the time it was too late
He told you it was time to leave but you insisted that he stay arguing that it was too late and your neighborhood was very dangerous
So just to please you he decided to stay, he was Nightwing some small time criminals weren't going to even scratch him but he still stayed with you
When you went to get blankets and pillows so he could sleep more comfortably in the guest room he decided to follow you
His surprise was great when he saw your room full of posters, manga and anime figures and other series and games
You are a big fan of many things
You saw his surprised face when he saw your room and you thought he was about to make fun of you, it was not going to be the first time someone made fun of you
You were a complete nerd and loser you were the easy target for someone to make fun of
"Sorry for the mess and everything else..."
You said embarrassed as you handed him some blankets and pillows
He just nodded with a small smile on his face
"It doesn't matter, the truth is if I'm honest I think it's pretty cool"
Those words caused a small blush on your cheeks, it was the first time someone said something good about you
He said good night to you before leaving for the guest room
That night you could barely sleep since you spent it thinking In Richard's words
he thought your tastes were cool?
Those simple words triggered something in you that you couldn't even explain
Tim Drake
Tim was a nerd, it was quite obvious and it bothered him to admit it
But his new teammate surpassed what the word nerd and loser was
The first time Bruce introduced you to him so that Tim could team up with you he could see how you became a nervous wreck
He could swear that under your gloves your hands were completely sweaty
You were a little strange, you hardly spoke but it's not like it bothered him, besides you were pretty good at fighting and solving cases
But every time he spoke to you it seemed like your brain went into automatic mode and you responded in a robotic way
But he simply didn't pay much attention to it because it wasn't even his problem
Although he wouldn't lie, sometimes you could be quite strange
He was writing another case that you were working on, this one was much more difficult than all the others and he felt that you and him would stay up all night
There was a long silence between you two, not It was awkward but you could tell you wanted to talk but your words wouldn't come out of your mouth
"Sooooo, do you like Star Wars?"
You said suddenly looking at him, he could feel your nervous gaze piercing the back of his neck
"I saw it once with my brothers"
Tim really wasn't very interested in the conversation, although he was a little surprised since it was the first time you started a conversation with him yourself
"Oh, and you liked it?"
"I kind of didn't understand much of the plot"
That was the sign you apparently needed
During the entire time you were with him in the batcave you spent time explaining the story and interesting facts about the movie
He just nodded at your words, it was the first time he saw you so focused talking about a topic, most of the time you were quiet
Although he didn't complain, your voice was quite comforting to listen to
You were quite cute when you talked about something you liked, he could see the way your voice changed to a more enthusiastic one every time you mentioned something you liked
You were a complete nerd and loser and he liked that about you
It's my first time writing romance but I think it came out pretty well, I think
Well, I just wanted to let you know that my requests are open in case anyone has any requests 🗣
