Everyone Is In Love With Marinette For Her Selflessness And Her Ability To Get Smooshed Like A Bug Literally

Can we please stop with all this quick terribly written smut and go back with actual plot?? Like OMFG there’s nothing to read anymore is this the downfall of fan fiction???

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George Weasley likes sweet girls who are kinda mean to him and i dont make the rules

MINORS DNI 18+

GEORGE WEASLEY knows you’re with his brother, but you confuse him with all your mixed signals. Always holding his hand when you walk next to him down the halls, playing with his hair when you lay his head down on your thigh in the courtyard, inviting yourself to sit in his lap whenever you please. At first he thought you were mistaking him for your boyfriend, but it’s gone on long enough to where he knows that you can tell them apart. He sees it in your eyes how you recognize him, call him by name, and still lead him on. You wear his clothes when you’re cold and give them back smelling like your perfume; you excitedly run up to him for a friendly hug yet press your tits up against his chest while he’s forced to stoop and wrap his arms around your waist; you’ve compared your hand size to his and didn’t say anything when he broke out in a sweat, biting his lip nervously as he thinks about other contexts in which he’s bigger than you. Fred’s no help in this situation, he just thinks he’s got a fit girlfriend who he likes showing off. “Amazing, isn’t she?” he’ll tell George, and George wonders if he should be agreeing. His brother isn’t inviting him to try you out for a spin, is he? It’s hard to tell when he’s got that look in his eyes. George doesn’t know, but in the past, Fred’s gotten a lot of mileage out of the special privileges twins share.

You roll over as gently as you can, even though you want to flop angrily against the mattress. The brief satisfaction you would get from the tantrum would be quickly overrun by guilt if you woke up the man sleeping soundly next to you.

Even that small movement is too much. Not even a moment passes before a muscular arm slips over your waist and a sleep slurred voice murmurs against your back, "Can't sleep?"

You mumble an apology, making to get up so that at least one of you can rest before your next patrol, but you're stopped by Shoto's arm tightening around you. You can't help but smile despite your frustration and fatigue; he's always clingy when he's sleep warm and soft around the edges.

He presses his face into the nape of your neck, and you feel his lips brush against the delicate skin there. It's instinctive, the way you relax into his hold, letting him press the lengths of your bodies together, not a millimetre of space between you as he moves to hook his chin over your shoulder, pressing a clumsy kiss to your cheek.

"Go back to sleep, Shoto."

"Rather stay awake with you." A sweet statement; one which makes your heart clench even as you hold back a giggle - he's barely conscious, his reassurance of you muscle memory at this point.

His hand moves to your hip, rubbing soft circles into the sliver of skin between your pyjama shorts and the t-shirt of his you stole back when you were both still students.

"I'm okay. Really. No nightmares, no injuries - just restless." You snuggle back into him, lacing your fingers through his and pulling his hand up from your hip so you can lay a kiss to his palm, "Go back to sleep."

You feel him nod against your neck and moments later, his breathing evens out again - your sweet boy really was holding out just for you. The thought warms your heart and suddenly, you don't mind so much that you can't sleep. Not if it means you get a little extra time to bask in his love.

When I should be talking to guys my age but I keep thinking about men the same age as my dad.

gym bros 💪

When you and Bakugo got married, he made it very clear that he wanted a ton of kids. of course, you didn't want like 12 kids, and you told him that, but he completely ignored you and looked right at you and said "I don't care, you are my wife, and I expect you to give me some brats"

you were (rightfully so) offended by this and you countered saying: "well if I have to pop out a bunch of kids for you then I better be able to quit my job, and become a stay-at-home mom, and get my nails done and my hair done whenever I want. and I want you to pay for everything and buy me clothes and flowers and chocolates all the time" thinking it would shut him up about having a mini army

but your plan backfired and just like that you became a pregnant, stay-at-home mom with 4 kids, no responsibilities (other than the kids), and a loving husband who came home with gifts every night. and despite the smug grins from your husband and the stress of having a bunch of kiddos running around you wouldn't have it any other way

luka going "THATS NOT A SECRET 😠" when people tell him that marinette has a crush on Adrien WHILE LUKA WAS DATING HER will never not be funny

shouto always facetimes you when he's wearing a suit even if he has nothing to actually say, so one afternoon when you answer his incoming call and are greeted by the sight of his buttoned-down and lapelled chest, your face immediately feels hot.

"shouto?" you ask, your voice infuriatingly flustered even though you had tried your very best to choke it back. "what's up?"

and then he tilts the camera back up to its usual position—a little too high, so really it's just the bridge of his nose, his eyes, and the top of his head left at the very bottom of the screen. and simply he goes: "i'm wearing a suit."

"i can see that," you reply, resisting the urge to drag your hand down your face—equal parts frustrated and horrifically endeared to your boyfriend's familiar antics. "is that the reason you called?"

"i know you like when i wear them so i wanted to call and show you."