#*walks towards you* hiii *EXPLODES*

[ya-boi-alex]

The bottercup!!!!!!!! Or butterbot? Hell if I know

[meazalykov]

Hiii!! I hope you're doing well.. I just wanted to ask if you could potentially make a fic of reader and Ona Batlle please?

shirt swap

ona batlle x reader (requested)

authors note: I am doing well, I hope you are as well. enjoy this fic :)

a draw in the champions league group stage against barcelona was enough for your team to be overjoyed.

personally, you were feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness.

a few weeks ago, ona batlle, one of the barcelona defenders, followed you on instagram.

curious, seeing that all of your soccer friends follow her on instagram, you followed her back.

after scrolling through her instagram pictures-- lets just say, you have a lot of attraction towards her.

your teammate convinced you to go and ask ona for her shirt, a foundation to start getting closer to the spanish woman.

seeing that ona was talking to your national teammate, kika, you walked up to them with a smile.

"y/n! its so nice to see you!" kika yells in portuguese, hugging and squeezing you as if you were going to vanish away.

"kika I can't breathe!" you squeak.

"I'm sorry!"

"ona have you met y/n before? y/n this is ona and ona this is y/n!" kika speaks in english.

"its nice to meet you, y/n." ona speaks with a smirk.

your breath could've been caught in your throat when ona grabs your hand, taking a kiss on your knuckles before pulling away.

kika didn't think much of it, until she saw your face get hot.

"its nice to meet you too, ona." you smirk.

"actually kika, I came over here to ask ona for her shirt." you look over at kika, pointing towards ona's shirt.

"oh my-- that's so nice." kika says with enthusiasm.

"I'd love to swap with you." ona says as she grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head.

you do the same, making sure to fold the shirt handing it over to ona.

she gave you her barcelona jersey, and you were surprised when ona put your shirt on right away.

after you put her barcelona black away kit on, you looked over at kika who had the brightest smirk on her face.

she is definitely going to tease you about this in portugal for camp.

"you smell good." ona casually says, adjusting your shirt on her body as you smile.

"thank you, you do as well." you respond.

"I'm gonna go talk to esmee really quick..." kika says, nudging your shoulder with hers before she jogs over to the dutch woman by the benches.

now that kika is gone, you feel bolder about asking ona out-- or at least getting to talk to her more to lead up to that.

"I find this a little funny, since I followed you on instagram not too long ago." ona speaks up, stepping closer to you as you nodded your head.

"oh yeah, I remember that. it wasn't that long ago." you respond.

"don't tell any of the girls this, but can I get your phone number? I wanna start talking to you more." ona asks.

your heart could've exploded right there.

"oh definitely! I don't have a paper or my phone on me though." you say, going to pat your non-existent pockets on your shorts.

"let me go get mine, I'll be back." ona calls as she jogs away to the benches.

your head turned to look at kika by the benches, she started giggling along with esmee brugts beside her--- you shook your head at them for being so nosey.

"here, you can type it here." ona says, jogging back to you with the keypad on her phone ready.

"done." you quickly type your number in, giving her your phone number.

"do you want to go out sometime, maybe after we start talking for a bit?" you ask.

your club was in england, and her club was in spain-- but you'd be willing to fly back here to spain sometime or flying her out to come see you. she's played in england before so you know she'd have some comfort there.

"I'd love that. I was actually going to ask you but it's nice you got to first." ona giggled.

you smile brightly, the sound of her laughter is something you found cute.

"okay, I'll see you then." you say.

---

three months later after that game, ona came to visit her old manchester united teammates in england.

on the last day before she left, she stopped by to see you at manchester city.

"hola!!" you squeal as ona threw herself into your arms.

for the last three months, the both of you have talked on the phone every evening.

the chemistry and compatibility between the both of you was undeniable, even from miles away.

"hey how have you been?!" ona asked, immediately running into your apartment and throwing herself on your couch.

"you know how I've been! I've been good." you say as you go into your kitchen.

"y/n you know what I mean." ona continues to lay on your couch, grabbing your remote and turning on your tv after a bit of struggle.

"okay okay-- well ona do you want anything to drink? I can make you coffee-- hot or iced-- I can make you a smoothie too, or I have water." you suggest.

"ou what smoothies do you have?" ona jumps up from your couch, keeping the remote on your coffee table as she comes towards you in your kitchen.

"I can make you a strawberry banana smoothie, mango, kiwi, peanut butter-- I have a lot of ingredients to make whatever you want." you say.

"I'll take banana." ona says.

"just banana?" you ask with a light smile.

"yup!" ona says with a *pop* on the ending.

"I got you." you say.

as you prepped her smoothie, ona started walking around your apartment.

you didn't mind it at all, since she is staying with you for the night until she catches her flight back to spain.

"you kept my jersey?" you hear ona call out from one your rooms.

you left the kitchen to go into your hallway, to see that ona was in your spare room.

you used that spare room as a room where you kept your vanity, gaming setup, and frames where you put player's jerseys in.

you have ona's jersey in one of those frames. her jersey was in-between marta's brazil jersey and messi's barcelona signed jersey.

"yes I did." you walked into the room, seeing her observing all of the jerseys you've gotten.

"why is mine beside messis?? do you think I'm on his level." ona laughed.

"I think you're better." you joked.

"oh shut up, don't even joke like that." the both of you laughed hard.

"ona, I highly value you, you're a great defender and play for barcelona of all teams!" you say.

you're playing for another club, so that's all you want to say about ona' club without betraying your club in manchester.

"you should come to barcelona, we need a right-back." ona smirks.

"someday, I really like manchester city now." you say.

"okay that's fair." ona responds.

there was a moment of silence as ona gave you a look you couldn't recognize.

you stood by the door, leaning on the frame as ona came closer to you.

you were a couple of inches taller than ona, so you looked down at her as she stopped in front of you.

nothing else was said as you both leaned in and kissed each other. you pulled away with a smirk as ona wrapped her arms around your waist.

"how long were you waiting to do that?" you asked, giggling as ona rested her head on your shoulder.

"since we did the shirt swap back in barcelona." ona responds, giving your shoulder a kiss as you rested your head on top of hers.

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[whimsiwitchy]

chapter 5 was soooooooooo good 🥵🥵🥵🥵

you had to include the thirst trap photo didn't you? hehe. I swear to God if you work in the "time to put on some layers" post and work it in that he was looking at y/n I cant promise my ovaries won't explode again.

also, did he actually say he prefers older women? I know he was married to one for a long time, but is there an interview or multiple interviews where he says this? I am uneducated lol.

hiii,

thank you so much! that’s literally such a good idea that I will hold onto for later purposes lmao

I know the whole older women thing has been a little rumor going around and i’m not sure how much proof is actually behind it other than him being married to an older woman. I saw one video where he mentions it. I wasn’t able to find the actual video but I found a little transcript from it.

He said: "There was one time, a few years back, we were at the beach and [Oscar] was talking to this girl. He was about 12 and the girl looked to be about 15 - he likes older women, like his dad. Anyway, he started walking over toward me, and he sort of ran ahead of this girl. And the girl was walking and he's sort of running up to me. I said, 'Everything all right?' He said, 'Yeah. I told her you're Wolverine. Just sign an autograph.' I was like, 'Am I a wingman for my son now? This is really weird.'"

I wasn’t able to find anything else about him liking older women so maybeee there’s a chance for us younger gals after all 😭😭😭

[deme-real-life]

who is this girl?

as i approach 100 followers and soon become tumblr famous and known across the globe i think it's high time i made an introductory post. hiii ^_^ i'm deme!! or demeter. or delta. or jack. pick your poison from the tetrad

in my free time, when im not staring blankly at whatever assignment ive been tasked with doing (and that i am promptly not doing and that i am instead merely contemplating with growing dread), i like to create! i've been brushing up on my html and javascript in the past year or two, and i made a fully fledged choose-your-own-adventure last year on my birthday! what? you want to see it? erm. no. sorry. the site is scary i need to finish the rest of it you can wait til then

i enjoy long walks on the beach i mean writing and drawing! i'm working on like. three books right now? two are on the backburner. the third one is also on the backburner but i'm trying to reel it in like a bigass fish that is trying to pull me into the ocean depths. i also enjoy drawing from time to time but i would not say i'm particularly good at actually finishing pieces. i'm definitely better at finishing drawings than i am at finishing pieces of writing.

i've combined all three of these interests of coding, writing, and drawing, into my webcomic, finality! you can read it here. as of the time of writing, it's not very long, but i have most of it planned out. as of this september, i'll have been planning it out for a whole three years. scary!

along with she/her, i also use et/cetera! here's the structure for that:

she/her/hers/herself ("She's going to the store in her car to buy some food for herself, but can't find which car is hers.")

et/cetera/ceteras/etself ("Et's going to the store in cetera car to buy some food for etself, but can't find which car is ceteras.")

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

I'M TRANSGENDER! GOD BLESS MY NATION 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

for fun i like going to https://crouton.net/ and on occasion https://po.ta.to/

i love video games. recently cried several times over outer wilds. i love the fuck out of ultrakill. many other games strike my fancy

i have a SHIT TON OF OCS!!!!!!! i've been developing my oc universe(s) since 2015 so there's like. ok i made a sheet to list them all recently and it's currently coming up on 300 little guys. hell, the characters from finality aren't even on there!!!

i have fixations on transmission towers, houses, and the moon

i run the sideblog @terminal-output, where i post snippets of stories ive written! i have an ongoing narrative forming here

CREDITS:

Made me // My parents

Creator of et/cetera pronouns // My beautiful brain

Certified Objectkisser Blinkie // by labratboygirl

Prayer to Computer Angel // by netcromancy

This Is Not For You Blinkie // by MEEEEEEEEE it took me an hour and a half. that's what most of the time spent composing this post went towards

Collected The Objectkisser Blinkie And The Computer Angel One And Generally Helped Me Find A Ton Of These // my friend pig who is so cool and follow them forever and give them treats or explode?

[tiffanyxvalentine]

The werewolf wandered through her territory in the woods before passing out and exploding in a bloody pop into a white haired albino boy........he would freeze to death... if somebody didn't help him and he'd been shot by a silver bullet in the arm ...

@silas-dogboy

Hiii))

What was that?

It was common to hear a few little sounds here and there this deep in the woods, but this particular noise she'd just heard echoing beneath the tree's was unlike anything the blonde had ever heard before.

Dropping the wrists of her latest victim, she paused, listening for a moment towards the direction the sound had come from. Maybe she'd get lucky and hear it again, after all, it was either an animal or a human, the latter being highly unlikely, but either way, the situation was likely to end up being a kill or be killed scenario. - And that was why she decided to call out.

"Hello?"

Her soft babydoll tone was sure to attract the attention of anyone or anything, but the mild fear of who or what might be out there in the darkness urged her to move towards it, a flutter of excitement inside her at what she might discover.

Certain she hadn't been followed but almost wishing she had, Tiffany found herself walking steadily towards the potential direction of the noise, and it wasn't long until her wandering gaze fell upon a white shape on the ground. Squinting, she moved a little faster. Was that a person? Was that blood?

Sure enough and much to her intrigue, there lay a small white bloody figure, very much alive and shaking like a leaf.

"H - hello?" she didn't want to startle him...

"Oh my... hello? Did somebody try to kill you?"

Pointed fingernails rose up to rest against her lower lip as she considered what to do...

[what-if-nct]

Hiii!

Just disguisting isn't a boys book at all. It also isnt a girls book. Its a no one will ever like it book. It's so disguisting. Literally. There's a paragraph about

(TW GORE!)

When your playing with a knife and accidently cutting your own belly and your guts falling out. Then your dog enters the room and eats the guts, puking and eating it again. Then it poops and runs away. You can only watch with your mouth open and a fly flies into your mouth. It startles you so much you accidently swallow the fly. You look up and a bird poops in your eyes. You walk around, blind, and step in the poop of your dog. You slip and fall in a bath full of pus and maggots. You try pulling out the stop (if thats the word) to not drown but accidently pull out the hair thats in the stop. In there, there's a halfgrown babychicken with a little mutant body and says "Mama... mama...". You find it so disguisting that you say '#@!#@%$!' (funfact: its the most disguisting word ever) but you forgot your head explodes when you say that. So your head explodes and your tongue ends up in the toilet and your eyes in a spider web and the spider makes them liquid (funfact: spiders have stuff in their stomach that makes things liquid). But its a good thing because your parents enter the room dancing and cuddling and they ask 'whos body is this?' and start eating it because it weren't actually your parents- it are flesheating zombies and they start eating your body. Then a huge snail enters the room and starts doing a striptease, which you cant see, but you can feel it. Then your gutless, headless, halfeaten body runs out of the house to a road with lots of cars, yelling: "HELP! MY PARENTS ARE FLESHEATING ZOMBIES AND THERES A SNAIL DOING A STRIPTEASE!!!" But nobody listens because no sane anyone would ever stop for a gutless, headless, halfeaten body; they all just run over over over and over you until your just a disguisting red stain on the road. Read: mostly red, exept the pus and the white little pieces which are the maggots.

-sneeze

ps IM SORRY IM SORRY LMAOAO

Dear goodness that is not a book for anyone, what the heck did I just read ewwww, actually my sister might like it. it kinda reminds me of this thing I remember seeing as a kid. It was like an easy bake oven for gross things, like worms, maggots, and vomit it was called the queasy bake oven and you baked like worm cakes and dog vomit. Things like that. That's why as a kid I considered it a boy book cause the queasy bake oven was geared toward boys. But my sister actually wanted it. But we just got easy bake ovens again, we got easy bake ovens twice. Well I got one three times. I still have the third one, And yeah we had to get doubles of the same toy cause we didn't know how to share. One christmas we got one easy bake oven each and one snoopy snow cone machine each, we couldn't share it was a good thing she was more baby dolls and I was more barbie. I hated baby dolls. She also liked sports and bikes and skate boards. And I liked barbies, Britney spears and journals. However we both did religiously watch Bring It On, we had the VHS and DVD, that is not a movie for children now that I think about it. We were also somehow allowed to watch Players Club cause our family rented the vhs from block buster and the vhs player was in our playroom. That movie is about strippers, why was no one watching us?

[pbueckerslover]

JEALOUS - EMILY ENGSTLER

pairing(s): emily engstler x female!reader

warnings: clubbing, slight angst, smut, fingering (r!recieving), oral (r!recieving), scissoring

summary: emily wants to make it up to you after she finds out you were jealous.

⇾ ty to @astroph1les for encouraging me to make this <333

the music was blasting. the lights were so bright it felt like your head was gonna explode. you were already on your third drink and you could barely even stand up straight.

from across the room you could see your girlfriend. she was smiling and laughing with one of her friends. you started to make your way over to her but before you could some girl popped up in front of her. from afar you couldn’t tell what was being said but whatever it was it made emily smile.

you didn’t want to get jealous over something so small but you just couldn’t help it. as you watched for longer you could tell the girl was flirting with her. the way she kept hitting her on the arm and smiling at her anytime she would say something almost made you nauseous.

you couldn’t stand watching it anymore so you set down the drink in your hand and walked over towards them. you heard the girl giggling at something emily had said once you got closer. “hiii baby.” you said as you were now standing right next to emily.

she looked over at you and smiled but then went back to talking to the girl who was still standing there. you couldn’t even believe she just ignored you like that. you were literally standing right next to her and all she cares about is some random girl who’s been flirting with her for the past 20 minutes.

you moved closer to her, not caring that you had just cut off their conversation. “can we please go?” you whispered in her ear. she looked over at you “one second baby.” was all she said in response. you stood there, shocked that your girlfriend was really paying more attention to some stranger instead of you.

you didn’t wanna watch this happen anymore so you decided you were just going to leave without her. you walked away from the two of them and made your way to the door, leaving the club.

this caught emily’s attention and she was chasing after you right away. “hey! babe where are you going?” she yelled out at you. you guys were now standing outside of the club. music could still be heard from inside and you could feel the effect from your previous drinks catching up to you.

“going home. you won’t even talk to me.” you replied dryly, not even looking at her. as you started to walk away emily was right behind you. “hey hey! stop it!” she said as she stopped you by grabbing your hand.

“baby, look at me! i’m sorry i wasn’t trying to ignore you i promise.” you looked at her then down at her hand that was resting on yours. you were unconvinced, “why were you paying more attention to that random girl than me?” you asked her staring into her eyes.

she chuckled slightly at your question. “babe.. that was just an old friend we were catching up.” she said her eyes meeting yours once again. “it’s not funny. i didn’t like the way she was touching you and laughing at everything you said.” you said slightly turning away from her.

she grabbed your face and rested her hand on your cheek. “oh my god.. were you jealous?” she asked you with a huge grin on her face. you rolled your eyes at her words and looked down at the ground.

“oh come on you have nothing to be jealous about. i’m all yours.” she said grabbing your face again, making you look at her. you smiled at this and she smiled back. “want me to make it up to you?” she asked and you nodded. she was picking you up before you could even realizing what was happen and she carried you all the way back to your guys’ apartment.

when you made it there she carried you inside and set you down on the bed. she crawled on top of you and she placed a soft kiss to your lips. she moved her hands to your sides but then moved them to roam inside your shirt. “take this off.” she demanded as she started placing kisses to your neck.

before you knew it you were completely naked and so was she. she stared at you before kissing you again which caused you to let out a soft moan. “em.. need you so bad please.” you whispered into her ear. she started to leave kisses down your stomach and all over your things. you swore you could feel your pussy getting wetter the more she teased you.

“so wet for me baby.” she said as she swiped a finger over your folds. she started to rub her fingers over your clit moving them in a circular motion. you moaned even louder at the contact and this made her move faster. she placed two fingers inside of your hole and started to suck on your clit.

you were squirming from underneath her as she moved faster. she could tell you were getting close and this made her add another finger. “fuck! emily feels so fucking good!” you cried out as you could feel yourself reaching your climax.

“cum for me, pretty girl.” she whispered. you released all over her fingers and she licked up every last drop. she climbed up towards you and smiled before kissing you once more.

after she pulled away she moved so she was completely on top of you. she aligned her pussy with your own before pressing down to grind down on to you. you both let out moans at the feeling. emily started moving faster rubbing her clit against yours.

“oh my god! fuck- em… feels soo good! please faster!”

emily swayed her hips moving faster as she slid against you harder. you could feel yourself getting close again. “want you to cum for me again.” she said making eye contact with you as she led you to your climax. you could feel her release at the same time you did. “good girl.”

once you two had finished she laid down next to you and kissed you on your forehead. “that was fucking amazing, em. i love you.” you said as you looked into her eyes once more. she gave you another smile “i love you more, baby.” she said before getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom.

“where are you going?” you yelled out to her as you were now left alone on the bed.

“gonna draw us a bath!” she yelled back and right after that you could hear the water running. you smiled to yourself before going to join her in the bathroom.

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⇾ god i love emily sm. i lowkey stayed up till 4 am to finish this ☺️☺️ hope you guys enjoy!!! i love y’all so much 🫶🏼

[genshinlover101]

Hiii! this is my first time requesting, Can I request a S/O that radiates golden retriever vibes but whenever their love interest get hurts or injured the S/O snaps and gets feral hehehe. I got the idea from your latest work the winter soldier S/O vibes, idk why but I love reading those types of stories. But anyway feel free to ignore this :P I LOVE YOUR WORKS BTW!!! I always look forward to reading your works everyday! :D

Her with a S/O with Golden Retriever Vibes

Characters: Mona, Shenhe, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of blood

A/n: ahhh thank you sm <3

I hope I picked good characters for this :) Idk I just feel like they’d have interesting dynamics with a golden retriever s/o

• Mona was frankly quite annoyed by your fierce loyalty. She enjoyed her personal space, but it was hard to achieve when you were constantly all up on her trying to get her attention.

• Mona had been frequently told by her mentors and peers that nobody would want to deal with her bratty attitude in the future. Her bluntness was sometimes downright rude. So your soft patience was perfect for her personality.

• However, like a dog, you were very protective over your “owner”. If anything happened to Mona you were the first person to speak up. You wouldn’t allow her to lift a finger in her own defense, allowing yourself to do all the barking.

Mona and you were walking to your daily lunch at Good Hunter, you knew since Mona was often running out of mora that she couldn’t feed herself. To ensure she ate at least one meal a day, you took it upon yourself to treat her out every day even if it was for some cheap salad. That was until a man who was built largely bumped into Mona’s shoulder. Her heels making it difficult to catch herself as she fell down onto the concrete flat on her butt.

“Mona are you okay?!” you asked her in a frenzy. Her hands scraped and tattered, a small bead of blood emerging. You stooped down to her level, grabbing her hands with your own as you analyzed her palms. The man who had bumped into her not even turning back to apologize. Did he even notice he knocked her over? 

As Mona took a deep breath, her mouth opened to yell at the man about his rude behavior. Until she heard your voice that is. Startled she looked at you. She wasn’t sure if it was the way the sun hit you, or just how you looked on a daily. But right then and there you were her hero. “How dare you! Come back and apologize,” you pouted towards the man. Stomping your foot on the ground to assert yourself.

The man turned at your noisy barking. “Huh?” he scoffed, before rolling his eyes and continuing on his path. The audacity, you thought. Before you could say another thing Mona grabbed your wrist desperately, knowing it was just unnecessary drama. Yes, she had a temper herself. But when someone was arguing on her behalf, her anger floated away. 

You looked at her, worry glistening in your eyes. Her eyes softened at you as it looked like you were about to whimper. “Let that man be, I could’ve easily caught myself yet I didn’t. It isn’t completely his fault that I am hurt right now,” she tried to calm you down. Her hand petting from the top of your hair to your cheek, her thumb brushing the skin. It looked as if there was water in her mouth as if she was struggling to show genuineness appreciation. “T-thank you for protecting me.”

• Shenhe has been basically surrounded by human-like animals her entire life. But animal-like humans are a different story. She wouldn’t connect two and two until she saw a dog wagging its tail for her attention and you basically doing the same right beside it.

• When Shenhe is mad, she is known to explode in a ball of destructive rage. You were like her service dog. Trailing behind her, recognizing when she was about to have a meltdown and quickly dismantling her inner rage.

• Shenhe often got into a lot of trouble with hilichurls and spirits. Even though your strength might be significantly less than hers, you were the first one to fight back. Yapping and biting anything that comes near her.

Men huddled up around you and Shenhe, all of them looked as if they were in some kind of criminal gang. They had the tattoos, cigars, and the man in front who guided them all. “Listen here sweetheart, hand over the money and we might let you off the hook hmm?” she taunted her. Her grip on your hand tightening around your own. 

She looked away, if she got another glimpse of that man’s face she might end up taking his life. That was until the man grabbed onto her chin, yanking her head in his direction. Her face winced from the strain as she groaned at the sudden action. “Don’t look away girlie, now that I get a closer look you’re pretty cute eh?”

Your eyes widened as you saw it all unravel, your mouth slightly agape. For a moment, all you saw was red. with a growl, you lunged at the man, straddling him as you tackled him to the concrete. Biting and scratching you huffed and puffed at him. You weren’t necessarily the strongest, but this man had crossed the line.

He was touching what was yours and that was absolutely unacceptable. The men who were considered his lackeys were all trying to get you off of him, but each arm that came to grab you was immediately thrown off. Shenhe stood there in shock, her soft cute lover throwing a tantrum in front of her eyes. She’d never thought to see the day she’d see your feral side.

She grabbed your wrist, her grip firmer than the others, enough to pull you off the man and into your arms. Just in time, the Millelith arrived, apprehending the fugitives that wandered the black market. Shenhe held your face in both of her palms, analyzing the small scratches you had received. “Perhaps it’s not I who alone who has inner demons, I need to train you better to conceal them,” she muttered to you.

• Would definitely make fun of you for how you act towards her. She’ll smile slyly and plot her next interaction with you very carefully in her head. She enjoys seeing you flustered and “wag your tail for her”.

• Foxes and dogs were quite similar, except foxes are hard to train. While Miko was a free-spirit who obeyed no master, you stayed firmly by her side through thick and thin. Even if she bullied you about it, almost like her personal little guard dog.

• Everyone with a brain knew better than to mess with Miko and her antics, they’d actively avoid both of you. But occasionally there was a brave soul who challenged her, before she could verbally harass them, you would step in front of her protectively. If they wanted her, they’d have to go through you.

Being alive for decades it was hard for Miko to not make any enemies. Some men of the Tenryou Commission appeared to be more feral than you at times, uncouth and rude with their words. Absolutely barbaric. However, one samurai in particular took the cake for the rudest. 

He got in Miko’s face, not allowing her to talk. His own words as loud as lightning as his spit was being flung onto her face. Miko knew her words were pointless, and she couldn’t risk her title of Guuji from a display of violence. Although, that didn’t mean you had to obey such a rule. She side-eyed you, her arms still folded. Saying a command that only you could comprehend. “Be a good doggy and wag your tail for me?” she told you.

Without hesitation you lunged at the man, he tried drawing his sword by his belt but your flailing of your fists made it impossible for him to unsheathe it. Miko stared down at the sight, her heart pumping faster and faster as the scene unraveled. How interesting you certainly were for her.

Just like a puppy dog you obeyed her commands, you were cute, loyal, and feral just like one. The thought of such an interesting dynamic was enough to make her drunk off of pure dopamine. She would certainly have fun teasing you later today. With a quick double snap of her fingers, you immediately retreated to her side again. Blood on your knuckles and fingernails. 

She took one look at you up and down to see that you were still very upset at the man on the floor. The adrenaline still pumping through your veins. A smirk appearing on her face, “Hmm, perhaps I need to invest in a leash. Keeping your calm has proven to be rather challenging don’t you think?”

[recklessmark]

fwb w mark ??

Hiii, can I request a mark fic, college fwb!au, smut, fluff and ANGST cause I barely read an AU like that, mark is a senior and y/n is a junior, that's all thanksss

Your eyes drop on your hand as Mark holds it, sending his warmth to you. You can’t help but smile at how enthusiastic he is when he talks about coding. Your major is not computer science and you know absolutely nothing about code languages, yet it’s still nice to listen to him sharing his interests with you.

“Like I was trying to run this new program, but something was wrong and-”

You glance up to see what makes him stop so suddenly, only to see his ex-girlfriend approaching the two of you from a distance. Mark’s thumb has also stopped rubbing the back of your hand. You squeeze his hand to grab his attention again.

“What’s going on?” You ask.

Mark doesn’t hear you, and you’re literally sitting so close that you can count every one of his lashes. As you’re about to repeat the question, his ex has already stood in front of you. She smiles slightly and honestly, you have to admit she’s gorgeous even though you don’t have the best impression of her.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

You don’t have to ask to know the question was directed at Mark. He looks almost shocked, as though the principal has just particularly proposed to him a job at Apple.

“Oh, uh-”

His face is full of bewilderment, and you’d definitely laugh at him if the situation was different. He twisted his head, looking at you.

“I’m gonna go get something.” You say quickly.

“But-”

You don’t let him finish, unlocking his hand on yours and stalk off. You pass a group of three people laughing animatedly as you walk down a pathway of the campus, heading toward a convenient store. Despite the indifference you’re trying to mask, curiosity is stirring your insides like a turbulence.

You met Mark when he just broke up with his ex and needed a good fuck since he was so depressed after it. It took him a month to fully get over the relationship, and now after a year has passed, you don’t even know if he’s ready for another one. Neither do you really understand why he wants to be friends with benefits when you honestly don’t consider yourself as an experienced person in bed. He always takes the lead and seems to be happy with it.

But you’d be lying if you say you don’t feel yourself gradually falling for him. If perfection is a person, it would be Mark—at least to you. Although he doesn’t need to notice every detail about you, he’s made it his responsibility to take care of your needs, both physically and mentally. Like the way he wraps your wound when you accidentally hurt yourself, or just simply listens to you when you have a shitty day.

Truth is, you still feel like a rebound.

Shoving the insecurity screaming in your head away, you pick two watermelon juice bottles in the fridge and stroll toward the cashier. Mark’s favorite things are likely also yours now. You really have to stop drowning in this stupid thing unless you want to get your heart broken eventually.

Grabbing the bottles with both hands, you walk back to the bench you were sitting at, hoping their conversation has ended. You know you haven’t been gone that long, yet you also think that they genuinely don’t have anything to talk for long. And you’re probably wrong.

You stop in your tracks when you see Mark’s ex wrap her arms around him, pressing her cheek on his chest. His hands are at his sides, and while you feel relief pooling in your chest, it briskly vanishes like a balloon popped. Mark is hesitant but he eventually hugs her back, slightly patting her back with his hand.

You were planning to get dicked down tonight. How wonderful.

You wait until they pull away and for her to go before continuing your steps. Your heart is drumming loudly against your ribcage as though it’s about to explode.

Mark grins when he sees you, and you hand him one bottle. His smile widens.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He turns and starts walking, but then pivots on his heels when you don’t follow him. There’s a frown now creasing his forehead instead of the grin stretching his face.

“What’s wrong?” He walked back to you, staring straight into your eyes as if he could read your mind.

You blink, taken aback by how close he is to you. “Oh, I just remember I have some readings to do at the library.”

His scowl deepens. “Readings? Your finals just ended.”

“Yeah, but I just really need to do this one now.” You lie blatantly.

Mark takes your chin by his fingers and tilts your head slightly. “Don’t lie to me. You’re not that enthusiastic about studying, especially reading materials.”

His grip tightens when you remain silent. “What’s wrong with you? I thought we’re spending time together tonight.”

You quietly let out a sigh at how serious he is about this. He looks concerned even and you feel bad for lying. Mark’s never lied to you before.

“Alright,” you say. “I’m just having some hard feelings about this. About us.”

“And what’s that?” He prompts.

“You really want me to spit it out?”

“How else am I gonna understand what you want to say?”

Your heart jumps to your throat as you look into his eyes. They look so pure and beautiful that you almost get lost in them. You glare at the ground instead. There’s no way you could say this while staring at him.

“I saw you hug her.” Your voice comes out as a whisper.

His hold on your chin loosens and you think he’s going to take his hand back. But then he grips harder, his other hand at the small of your back, pulling you closer.

“Are you jealous?” He asks, mischief and genuine curiosity glinting in his eyes.

You’re at a loss for words. Are you? And are you allowed to? Because you and him are not even official. God, what have you done? You shouldn’t have told him that.

“I-uh-”

You’re stammering when he smiles at you. “There’s nothing to be jealous of. She’s leaving town and just wanted to say goodbye. I don’t think I’ll ever meet her again.”

You’re still swamped with thoughts when he pulls you with him, walking toward the parking lot. Fuck, you must look stupid now. You feel so embarrassed that you’re tempted to dig a hole and bury yourself in right now.

Mark opens the door for you and gently pushes you inside when you reach his car. Then he rounds the vehicle and slides into the driver seat. He turns to look at you, delight obvious on his face. One of his hands cups your cheek as he inches closer.

“You’re so cute,” he says, intently observing your face.

“What-” you whisper. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“Shh,” he puts a finger against your lips. “It’s okay.”

Then he leans in, capturing your lips with his. The kiss catches you off guard and your eyes widen before fluttering, your body melting under his touch. Mark kisses you softly first, then sucking at your bottom lip more greedily. His hand grabs the back of your neck while the other is roaming over your body.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You taste so good. But your pussy tastes even better.”

You moan as he presses his thumb against your nipple over your lacy bra. His mouth is all over your neck, sucking and biting.

“You don’t know how much I love that sound.”

Even though it feels so fucking good how he’s touching you, but you know for sure if things go further, the car would absolutely rattle.

“Mark,” you moan again and he groans. “We can’t do it here.”

A growl vibrates his chest as he places the final bite on your neck, licking it afterward. His eyes find your face and a smirk curls his lips. “You know I’d fuck you harder if we’re in a more private place.”

[duckugou]

hiii i just thought of this sorta scenario:

“so, you like me?”

“yea, i do.”

“you gonna do anything about it?”

“nope. absolutely not.”

with bakugou pls. how angsty or fluff u make it is up for u to decide :>>>

AYYY yes!!

bakugou x gn!reader (bc frick u anyone can wear a dress >:( )

cw: uh like childish LMAO and very much "asking for a friend" vibes- nothing else tbh- lowkey didnt proofread and i just hope you like it at this rate-

aged up pro hero au!

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"Y/N!" You heard someone scream from behind you, making you turn around.

Once you turned around, you saw Denki running towards you at full speed with Bakugou close behind- Kirishima following as well.

"Y/N!!! BAKUGOU HAS-" Denki yelled, still running as you moved out of the way.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP SPARK PLUG." Bakugou screamed, attempting to grab the other blonde by the shirt.

"BAKUGOU DON'T HURT HIM YOU CANT AFFORD TO GET IN TROUBLE AGAIN." Kirishima attempted to be a voice of reason, words falling on deaf ears.

All you were trying to do was go back to your office after printing copies of a memo for everyone's mailbox at the hero agency where you and the three pro-heroes worked. You were a general assistant, working with everyone and doing basic tasks. Typically, your days were relatively boring, one headphone in as you worked, distracting yourself from looking at the clock.

You watched from a distance as Denki was yanked back by Bakugou, tackled to the floor. Kirishima tried breaking them up as they battled for dominance- all in their Hero gear.

Walking up laughing, you admired the way everyone else in the offices down the hallway continued working as if this was nothing new- because it wasnt. These three were frequently this loud and troublesome.

"Hey hey hey- cool it you guys-" You said, joining Kirishima's pleas.

"THERE SHE IS THERE SHE IS! Y/N BAKU-" Denki tried saying something again, being cut off by Bakugous hand around his mouth.

"If you say another fucking word I will knock you unconscious, fuckwad." Bakugou growled to Denki, the silenced blonde giggling under his hand as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth and licked Bakugou.

"YOU FUCKING NASTY-" Bakugou ripped his hand away and jumped up, wiping his hand on his pants.

"You taste fuckin burnt- Y/N BAKUGOU HAS A CRUSH ON YOU SO BAD- HES A FUCKIN SIMP-" Denki managed to say before being shoved to the ground, Bakugou holding a sparking hand close to his face.

"Any final words, Pikachu?" Bakugou growled.

"No, I can die in peace knowing you actually have feelings." Denki said, being held to the floor.

"OKAY OKAY-" Kirishima yanked Bakugou off of Denki, shoving him against a wall. "COOL. IT. YOURE GONNA GET FIRED."

"I DONT CARE HE JUST TOLD Y/N THAT I- he told Y/n. Oh fuck." Bakugou turns to look at your shocked but smiling face. "H-he was lying." He attempted to cover his not-so-secret secret.

"Was he?" You asked, giggling.

"Mmhm."

"I was not-" Denki said, flinching when the exploding hero tried to get away from Kirishima and attack him again. "ADMIT IT!"

"NO YOU FUCKIN IDIOT I HAVENT EVEN-" He remembers that you are to his left, and his face goes red. He can't even look at you. "I havent come to fuckin terms with it yet."

"With what?" You ask, feigning stupidity.

"Having like...a crush? Thats so childish." Bakugou shakes his head.

"The word is but liking someone isnt." You said, crossing your arms.

"No I know but like-" Bakugou started stumbling over his words.

"So if you liked someone, what would you do?" You asked, teasing him, making him even more nervous and fidgety.

"Well- I mean if I really liked someone I'd tell them- I wouldnt have someone else do it." Bakugou said, glaring towards Denki who was smiling.

"And then what?" You asked, smirking.

"N-nothing. I mean I dont know if I could even- I never have time for shit. And if I really liked someone, I'd want to give them a lot of my time..." He admitted sheepishly.

"So you wouldnt ask them out?" You questioned further.

"No. What if I ended up hurting them? Besides labels are annoying when youre a hero. The media loves that shit and we wouldnt get privacy. I cant do- I wouldnt...do anything I guess." Bakugou caught himself, trying not to admit what was already out in the open.

"Thats a bummer. Hypothetically, if someone liked me I would totally want them to come clean about it and we could figure it out together. But, thats if someone liked me." You sigh, dramatically.

"Well if someone did like you... hypothetically... Im sure they would want to ask you on a proper date. And make you feel special because of all you do around the office for everyone. They would probably feel like you deserve to be taken care of the same way you take care of me- THEM- like- the hypothetical person." Bakugou said, deciding to look at you properly, remembering how absolutely breathtaking you are to him.

"God, I wish someone did like me then. That hypothetically sounds really fucking nice." You said, smiling.

Bakugou just sighed and looked at Kirishima and Denki, who were currently giving him a thumbs up.

"They would... probably take you to that nice restaurant a couple blocks over after work one day. And have you wear something nice-" Bakugou started.

"A SHORT DRESS TO SHOW YOUR NICE LEGS-" Denki was shut up by Kirishima this time, the red head clamping his hand around the blonde's mouth and whispering "shut the hell up" in his ear.

"I'd hypothetically wear a nice dress too. And I'd probably be free like- this Friday." You pushed your hair behind your ear.

"Then they would probably pick you up at like 6?" Bakugou asked indirectly.

"I'd be ready by 5:45." You beamed at him.

"If only someone actually wanted that to happen.” Bakugou sighed dramatically.

"So... you like me?" You asked.

"Yeah, I do." Bakugou admitted, looking at your smile.

"You think youre gonna do anything about it?"

Bakugou remembered his points from earlier, deciding to take your advice to just figure it out with you when the time came, but wanting to keep up this little game. "Nope. Absolutely not."

"I'll be ready by 5:45." You giggled.

"Good." Bakugou nodded, turning around. "Youre still not off the hook, Sparky." He said, cracking his knuckles and walking towards Denki and Kirishima.

"OH COME ON- YOU HAVE A HAPPY ENDING-" Denki struggle to get away from Kirishima.

"You wont." Bakugou assured him.

"Run, buddy." Kirishima said, letting him free to run, watching the two run down the hall.

"Theyre fucking insane." You chuckle.

"Yeah but now youuurreeee dating one of them." Kirishima sang, poking your nose.

"Yeah yeah- god hes a tough cookie to crack." You both laugh in agreement, bidding each other goodbye as you walked back to your office to brainstorm the perfect outfit for your date.

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[kiribaku-queen]

Hiii congratulation for 1000 followers! U deserve it! So i was thinking of bakugou!prohero a reader where he's always busy and always hv this photoshoot with these hot models or hot pro hero that made reader feel left out. And the last straw was when a newly magazine publish of him kissing other girls cheek (or mouth) (u do u;)) and thats when they had a bad fight that caused reader to run away. I would like it to be heavy angst with a happy ending. I love angst but after a heavy angst i like a happy ending to soothe my heart 😂 if u do choose this, gudluck!

Blinded by the Fame

Angst

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Thank you so so much for this request! I was actually so excited to do this piece because I already had an idea I wanted to use and this scenario was PERFECTO~! So painful yet so good!

Thank you for the congratulations and I hope this request met your needs! Please let me know your thoughts!

Who said dating an upcoming hero was going to be easy? It certainly wasn’t easy, not in the slightest. You definitely had hard days. There were times when it got so difficult that you wanted to quit. But was loving the hero worth it and fulfilling? Absolutely.

Bakugou Katsuki was the love of your life. Relationships were never easy. Couples always have obstacles and challenges they have to overcome. Even when you were in tears, screaming at each other at the top of your lungs, even if you gave each other the cold shoulder the entire week, nothing could replace the warmth that was Bakugou’s arms. You would never much refuse his touch every tine, but that wouldn’t stop Bakugou from having you in his arms every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ears despite all the things he said prior. And you would forgive him. Of course you would. How could you not?

But being with a rising hero came with bearing a lot of burden that you had to keep to yourself. You didn’t like how he was working all the time. You didn’t like how he came home bruised up, sometimes not even going to the hospital if it means not being able to see you for the night. You couldn’t bare seeing him like that. But that was part of his job and that was never going to change. So no matter how much you absolutely hated the sight, you let him do his hero work because that was what he loved to do. You couldn’t interfere with his dreams of becoming the number one hero.

But the thing that itched you the most was when Bakugou was forced to promotional shoots to get his name out there. The memory of when he first started made you laugh. Being the Bakugou that he was, he flat-out refused to do it. He didn’t like getting his picture taken. He’ll dress up once in a while, and when he does it’s real clean, but he wasn’t a fan of constantly dressing up. But when he finally let go and tried it once, he saw how much fan votes and popularity he was getting and eventually, would do more here and there.

And you didn’t mind if the shoots were by himself, but most of the time, they were with other pro-heroes or very attractive models. And that you feel insecure. How could it not? Your boyfriend getting close to other women while you looked nothing like these women? You didn’t have the body, the face, the money, or the fame these women brought to the table. You would never admit it, but you hated when other women were in the picture. And you hated when one of the women would be touching him. It left a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were so sure that he was going to leave you for one of them. But he proved his love by dropping down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring.

“Come with me to the shoot,” Bakugou proposed but you hesitated.

“I can just meet you at the restaurant,” you decided. The mention of being on set for one of his photoshoots seemed like a bad idea.

“I want to go together. It won’t even take long. One hour tops,” he swore and brought you by the waist, your body flushed against him. He takes your face in his hands and gently puts your foreheads together.

“I know you’ve been wanting to go to this restaurant forever. Let’s go together,” he whispers and you couldn’t help but fall for that voice over and over again.

“Okay,” you whispered back. He smiles at you, places a small kiss to your forehead, then your lips, before taking your hand to lead you to the car.

The set of the shoot was intimidating. People were running around everywhere, cameras were set in all positions, lights were blinding and hot, the space just looked so busy. And you felt like you didn’t belong. But Bakugou was so used to this kind of scene. He leads you to where the photographer and the director were talking.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite, you made it!” the director greeted your boyfriend. “Your stylist is in the next room. Go ahead and get changed and we’ll get started.” Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

“I’ll be right back,” Bakugou said and kissed you on the forehead. You watched as your boyfriend disappeared in the sea of people and then you were left all alone.

This was fine. You would just wait in the back patiently for him to be done. And then you two could enjoy a nice evening out at that fancy restaurant you’ve always been wanting to try. Just relax. You closed your eyes and took deep, but slow breaths. There was nothing to get worked up over. Afterall, it looked like Bakugou was doing this shoot by himself.

But you spoke too soon. Bakugou had appeared from the dressing room, looking all dashing and handsome. You felt your heart skip again. He was wearing a red shirt that was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing his broad and muscular chest. Over, he wore a black jacket with leather gloves and pants. His hair was styled slightly back, forehead showing. He was mesmerizing to look at. But shortly after his appearance, two women walked out behind him. Two gorgeous, fit, and slim women who wore skin tight, elegant dresses were doing the shoot with him. And for some reason, your heart began to hurt. The pang in your heart was constant that you had to beat at your chest to calm yourself down.

They were beautiful. And you had recognized one of the women: Pro-hero Miruko. You knew their history together. Bakugou had worked under Miruko during his school days and eventually worked along side with her after he graduated. You knew she was a flirt. She flirted with everybody. And that was fine, until she got alittle too touchy with your boyfriend. And that bothered you. But Bakugou was so used to her behavior that he didn’t even notice.

You couldn’t say anything. They are old time friends and co-workers. What? Are you supposed to say that he can’t be friends with her anymore just because you didn’t like it? And then you would look like the possessive girlfriend? You were fine with him being friends with other women, but they did make you nervous. Nervous because all the women he’s surrounded by are so unbelievably good looking, it put you to shame. Why would he want to be with you when he could have all these women to choose from?

But you tried to shake these negative thoughts away and playfully tugged at the ring on your ringer. There was a reason why he chose you. There was a reason why he gave you this ring. You shouldn’t think this way. But you couldn’t help it. You tried not to let it bother you, but in the end, it did. It really did. It bothered you so much that you couldn’t stop fidgeting.

You watched at Bakugou sat on the couch with both women on each side of him. His arms were lounging on the back of the couch while one girl sat next to him and Miruko stood behind him. Looking at his facial expressions, he didn’t seem interested in any of the girls. Which is a good sign?

And so the shoot started. Nothing else could be heard besides music playing in the background and the loud click of the camera. Everyone else was watching the shoot take place. Everything looked okay so far. Their outfits were scandalous but nothing scandalous was happening. The only directions the models were given was to look sexily at the camera. Bakugou delivered that perfectly with his go-to signature look. But now the photographer wanted more.

“Can the two women get a little closer, please?” the photographer asked and put his camera up to his face once more. The girls did what they were told and Bakugou didn’t even flinch. But you were growing nervous. There was more skin happening, more touching and it was making you uncomfortable. You gasped when you saw Miruko grab Bakugou by his chin to lift to towards her direction. Then she leans in, her lips ghosting over his ever so slightly, like they were about to kiss. Tears were spilling out and your cheeks heated up in anger until you finally exploded.

“Stop!” you yelled, stopping all production. Heads from all around turned to you. Mirko looked at you shocked and Bakugou was wide eyed with curiosity and concern. You gripped the handle of the purse that was slung around your shoulder, feeling anxious now that everyone was looking at you.

“Sorry, give me one moment,” Bakugou apologized to the staff. He got up, rushing towards you. He takes your hand and brings you in the dressing room. The door slammed shut and Bakugou turns to you in a huff.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed. With tears streaming down your face, you were shocked by his reaction. But you were going to stand your ground.

“I don’t like how she was touching you,” you say.

“It’s my job,” he sighs in exasperation.

“Well she should learn her boundaries, whether it’s a job or not. And if you respected me at all, you would tell her no,” you stated firmly. But all Bakugou did was roll his eyes.

“You’re overreacting.” You scoff and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Is it wrong that I don’t like when other women are touching you?” you started to raise your voice and talk back.

“Do I have to say it again? It’s my job. If I’m going to make it big, I have to do it. What? You think I like her? You think I was going to let her kiss me? It’s just for the pictures. Geez, how sensitive can you get?” he stabbed you right in a sensitive topic. You stayed silent because you weren’t expecting him to say that. The moment you think he’s going to stop there, he keeps going.

“I might need to save lots of women who are in danger. What? You don’t want me touching them? You’re going to get jealous because I’ll have some stranger in my arms? You’re afraid that she’s going to cling to me for dear life because I’m saving her? You don’t like that?!” he was practically screaming now.

“No! I don’t like that!” you screamed right back, giving back the same amount of energy. The tension in the air was so thick, anyone could feel it. Hell, they were all listening from outside and they felt uncomfortable with the ambiance of the situation. Both parties’ chests were heaving up and down from the labored breathing. And you just glared at each other. Bakugou turns away from you, breaking the ice.

“Fine. If you’re going to be this jealous, then maybe… maybe we shouldn’t be together,” he said. That was it. That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. You felt like if you stood there any longer, you would have suffocated.

“Fine,” you whisper. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, you tighten your jaw as you take off your engagement ring, wiggling it off your finger and then setting it down on the counter beside you. The sound of the metal hitting the hard desk was loud enough for Bakugou to hear, but he still chose not to turn to you. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if he turned around and said he didn’t mean it, then you would have been okay. You would have forgave him for those mean things he said. And then you would have apologized to him. But he looked set on his decision.

Without another word, you turned around and sped out of that building, tears never stopping. Everyone saw you go. Miruko laid her sad eyes on you and her broke for you. Shortly after, Bakugou walks back to the couch, plopping down with a huff.

“Let’s continue,” he says begrudgingly. But nobody moves, still shell-shocked about yousr argument. But this causes Bakugou to explode.

“Are you not going to start? Let’s get on with it!!” he hollers and everyone rushes like mice to get back to production. Bakugou lets out a long sigh, face in a permanent frown.

Miruko sits on the back of the couch and looks down at her old friend. She could tell that he was hurting just as much as you, if not more.

“Idiot~” Miruko sang.

“Ha?” Bakugou glared up at his past mentor. Mirko looked at her nails, not paying mind to the hot head who was on the verge of exploding.

“You need to go apologize,” she told him, more like ordered him to.

“Like it’s my fault.”

“You didn’t take her feelings into consideration,” Miruko pointed out, silencing Bakugou on the spot. “If she was feeling a little jealous, then her feelings are totally valid. You need to do something about it and make her feel like she doesn’t need to worry about anything.” Bakugou was only getting more annoyed.

“Whatever. It’s just business. If she can’t understand that, then we don’t need to be together,” he tried to convince himself. But that only hurt himself more.

“Whatever my ass. Then if you can’t be a good boyfriend and comfort her instead of making her feel insecure, then she doesn’t need you. She can find a better man who treats her good.”

“I do treat her good,” Right?

“Oh yes, I can tell,” Miruko said sarcastically. But in all seriousness, she knew he was hurting and she was trying to give advice from a woman’s perspective, but he is so stubborn and hard-headed that he doesn’t want to admit that he was in the wrong.

“Look, you let her go home like that right now, you’re not going to get her back. Go after her,” she advices on a serious note. Bakugou takes a moment to think but it’s all too much. He ruffles his hair and shoots up from the couch.

“Fuck this shit. I’m not doing this anymore,” he announces and storms out of the building. But not before shoving the metal jewelry in his pant pocket.

You didn’t know where you were going. You just walked and walked until you wind up somewhere. And god, you were so hungry. But you couldn’t go to that fancy restaurant that Bakugou had already made reservations for. God forbid he walks in while you were eating. And with another woman? How embarrassing. You couldn’t use his name or his fame anymore. You didn’t want to go back home. What if he shows up at your place? It probably wasn’t likely. He said he was done with you. You left the ring back with him. You guys were over. He wouldn’t show up uninvited. He has no reason to. You didn’t have money on you. You didn’t have any mode of transportation. The only think you had was your phone but the battery can only last so long. So you continued on walking until you hit a park and sat down on one of the benches. You were left alone to bathe in your thoughts until the set sun.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. He checked all the alleyways, in between streets, high and low, but he couldn’t spot you. No matter how he was frustrated he was feeling, he started to get nervous. He wondered if you were okay and safe right now. You hadn’t eaten all day. Wait. There’s no way…

“Hi. Reservation for 2. Under Bakugou,” Bakugou told the hostess. He arrived at the restaurant, in hopes that you came in. But when the hostess said that you hadn’t shown up, his shoulders deflated. Back to square one. So if you weren’t here, then where were you? Had you eaten yet?

Trying his luck, he went to your apartment, but after many attempts, you didn’t open the door. You could either by ignoring him or you weren’t home yet. Knowing you, you probably weren’t home. Then he was going to wait until you came home. Taking a seat next to your door, Bakugou waited. And he was going to wait until he could see your face.

You watched as happy couples and families walked by you, having the time of their lives. You smiled sadly seeing all their smiles and laughter. How you wish you could be like that. But now you don’t even know if or when that was going to be possible. That was all you wanted. Was to be happy. You didn’t want to be in this rabbit hole of sadness. You didn’t want anybody to pity you just because you were crying. But you did long for somebody to listen to you. For somebody to tell you that it was going to be okay and that you are loved. Love… You wanted someone to love you. He just wasn’t the one for you. Then who is? Will you ever find it? Was this your only chance and you ruined it all just because you couldn’t help but feel jealous?

Stupid.

Stupid (y/n).

You always ruin everything in your life. The one time you got something good, it’s gone in an instant. You knew it was too good to be true. But there’s no going back now. It already happened and now you have to move on.

By the time you noticed, the sun had already set and darkness fell upon you. You wanted to stay longer. You debated whether or not you were going to sleep on the park bench. But after recalling new articles of kidnappings happening around the country recently, you decided to go home.

It took you a while to go home. You walked as slow as you could, taking your sweet time returning back to your apartment. All you want to do is snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. You were so exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally. You just needed some rest and then you can worry more in the morning. You were coming up to your apartment and saw a person sitting on the floor what looked like in front of your apartment door. No. But there’s no way.

Blonde hair.

That was all it took for you to turn back, go down those stairs and back to the park. You couldn’t face him right now. You were already broken up so why was he there? He said all he needed to say so why was he there?

You thought you were being sneaky but Bakugou caught you. He saw you going back down those stairs and he immediately got up and chased after you.

“(y/n)!” he called out to you but you ignored him. The sound of his voice made your heart clench.

“(y/n)!” he called again, but louder. Again, you continued to ignore him.

“(y/n)!” he called for the last time, this time grabbing your arm. But you shook him as fast as he grabbed you.

“No, leave me alone,” you managed to say. Just keep on walking. Maybe if you walk long and far enough, he’ll give up. But he wasn’t giving up.

“(y/n), stop!” he grabbed you again, yet this time tighter so you couldn’t escape. Then he traps you in between him and the wall, forcing you to face him.

“Stop! Let me go! Leave me alone!” you cry. Your tear stained face and puffy eyes broke Bakugou’s heart. He did this to you. Fuck. He was the worst. You thrashed around, forcing him to let go, hitting him to push him away. Anything so he could get away from you.

Bakugou let you hit him. He deserved it. Every hit that you take at him, he deserved. Slowly but surely, he pulled you in for a hug. You were so drained that you let him. And as soon as you were in his embrace and your cheek hit his chest, you cried. You let it all out and didn’t stop. Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just held you, patting your head until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He kissed the top of your head and rested his head there. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He continued to say. Your cries were muffled by being buried in his chest.

You held onto him tight, continuing to cry your heart out. You thought you were never going to see him again. You thought you were never going to hold him again. Or smell him. You world was crashing down on you but was slowly being put together again.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asks you softly. Your voice was too hoarse and sore from all the crying, so you nodded your head, not letting go of him. Bakugou got the hint and picked you up princess style and led you into the house. There was going to be a lot of talking happening soon in that tiny apartment. It was going to be a long night.

[bcdwhcre]

hiii hope your having an amazing day :) do you make headcanons? if you do and if you don't mind can i request headcanons for Izuku, Bakugo, and Denki about being in a secret relationship (i really love your stories about characters being in a secret relationship) and them accidentally outing their relationship because something happened (you can choose what happened) thank you so much!! also if you dont do headcanons you can choose one from the three on the imagine ❤️ I'm sorry if this is confusing 😅

“Secret Relationships,” Midoriya, Bakugou and Denki headcanon

YES IM GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS UGH, I gotta do my sweet baby Bakugou first🥺

Summary: having a secret relationship with one of the guys and it’s get leaked.

Each section would probably be a little short, I apologize in advance🥺

Warnings: none!

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Bakugou:

The relationship between you and Bakugou was always strange but once the students had to move on campus in the dorms, it turned into a whole different story.

The secret meetups late at night in his room, turned into nothing more than a secret relationship. The way your sleep schedule was beyond screwed up from being up late in his room and having to wake up early to go back to your room before anyone noticed.

It had been going on for months so by now you were used to the secrets and sneaking around along with barely having any sleep the next day while in class.

The more the relationship progressed, the more Bakugou would steal quick glances at you and even when you were in the kitchen with the other students, he would purposely slide behind you and touching your back in the process.

One day in particular, the class had decided to have a game night and he wasn’t too thrilled about joining in. He had tried to convince you to come back to his room but you had told him it would make things obvious if only the two of you were absent.

He huffed, at this point he didn’t really care about the class nor their opinions on anything. He was a ball of fire afterall so when he saw you sitting with the class as they gathered up board games, he was over with keeping things a secret, he wanted it to be known that you were his and he wanted you upstairs in his room.

“I don’t wanna play this stupid game night.” Bakugou said in front of everyone but he was directing it towards you and you tried to ignore him.

“That’s fine, you don’t have to be here dude.” Kirishima patted his back, sitting down at the table and he huffed out a breath dramatically, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m not talking to any of you idiots.. Y/N.” He said your name sternly, like he was giving you a direct order by the look of his red eyes.

“Why are you so worried about Y/N being here with us?” One of the classmates mentioned and you had cursed under your breath, Bakugou was acting like a child.

“Because I want my girlfriend upstairs with me.” Bakugou angrily said, everyone growing quiet and you had gulped the lump in your throat, well there goes the secret.

Everyone’s eyes had landed on you and your cheeks turned a dark shade of red before you slide the chair back and stood up. You have never felt this embarasssed in your life, he could’ve done this any other time in a completely different way but of course the asshole had to make everything a big deal.

“No way,” Denki mumbled, trying to hold the laugh that was begging to come out.

You dismissed yourself, walking over to where Bakugou was and punched his arm as hard as you could, cursing under your breath and he smirked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, winking back at the rest of the class.

“God, you’re so fucking embarrassing, Katsuki.” You muttered, following him to the elevator to go up and he tugged you closer.

“Oh shut up, you love it.”

As you two waited for the elevator, you couldn’t help the feel the classes eyes on the both of you. It was even more humiliating as you had to wait for the doors to slide open. You heard a few of them whisper about you two being a thing, some had mentioned how obvious it was and some mentioned had you two were complete opposites.

Bakugou obviously didn’t care, instead he liked to annoy everyone, especially you. So hearing people whisper about had fed onto the asshole ego he had, making his large hand grab your chin and give you a rough kiss on the lips in front of everyone.

The way your face was completely red at this point and all he did was give the classmates a evil grin before dragging you into the elevator and pushing the button for his floor.

“Why can’t you ever be casual?”

“Do you not know me? I’m far from casual.” He nudged you gently, laughing at your tomato red face and moved his thumb to brush across your cheek.

“Yeah, clearly.”

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Denki:

You had a crush on Denki for what seemed like forever. Since the first moment you met him on the first day of school till now. It was pretty obvious how much you liked him. Eventually you became bold enough to ask him to hang out.

Now you two have been dating for only a few weeks, you both had agreed to keep it private to enjoy the privacy and the time alone before the classmates end up finding out.

Of course you knew Denki a little too well at this point, you knew he would end up slipping up the secret sooner or later but it didn’t entirely bother you that it’ll happen.

And you were right, after a training exercise and having to go through some obstacle course that Aizawa had set up, he had sparked a fuse and as his brain suffered a shortage, his mouth had instantly opened and talked about you.

You couldn’t help but be over protective when he did go through that shortage phase, quickly taking care of him and making sure he was comfortable was a habit you picked up.

“So pretty.” He muttered as he reached for you in front of everyone and you froze in your place until he had wrapped his arms around you, clinging onto your body.

Your cheeks flushed, grabbing onto his body and holding him up straight so he didn’t lose his balance. He continued to mutter words like how you’re so pretty and he even slipped up how he was lucky to have you.

“Aww, Denki is in love.” Sero had laughed at his state, making you roll your eyes and become more protective.

“Nothing wrong with that.” You admitted, stroking your fingers through his hair and dragged him over to sit down.

His head had rested on top of yours, his tall frame giving you a tight hug and you had choked on the air you were breathing on from how openly clingy he was acting in front of the entire class including Mr. Aizawa.

“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Midoriya had teased, the smirk on his face made you grow embarrassed.

“No.”

“Yes, we are.” Denki cut you off, his arms still around yours and the goofy smile on his face only got bigger.

“Y/N is mine. Only mine, I don’t want to see- I don’t want to see any of you near... what’s mine.” He managed to stumble out, his face turning blank like he had forgotten what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” You laughed, putting your hand over his mouth, glancing at your classmates.

You stayed quiet, dragging him away from the rest of the class and forced him to drink some water and sit down on a chair to relax until he went back to his normal state.

You will admit that he was cute and the way he openly told everyone what was his, which was you, had made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Denki.”

“Am I?”

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Midoriya:

It had taken forever for Izuku to catch onto your hints on liking him and wanting to hang out with him more. Of course he was very oblivious and didn’t catch on for weeks, even months before you got frustrated and had been straight forward with him.

The both of you being completely shy balls made everything a lot more difficult, the hints he threw at you and the hints your threw at him had completely flew over both of your heads, it was quite ridiculous.

You knew Midoriya wasn’t going to make the first move, you knew he was too big of a anxiety nut to even be bold enough to tell you to your face that he likes you in ways that was more than friends. So you did it on your own.

It hadn’t even been a week of you two officially dating until Izuku slipped it up to Todoroki when ranting about how amazing you were and how much he loved watching your quirk in action.

Once he had revealed the secret, he had told Todoroki to keep his mouth shut and not talk about it again but later that day, Izuku slipped up to another one of your classmates, Ashido.

It wasn’t long until he had slipped up to the whole entire class and now everyone knew that you two were a fresh couple. The side comments the students would make to you both and embarrass the both you, making the shyness in you two grow and cause you to stutter to no end.

“I think you two are cute!” Ashido had mentioned, trying to assure you that it wasn’t a big deal that everyone already knew.

“You knew Midoriya can’t keep a secret for long.” She commented, making you laugh and agree to what she said.

You couldn’t blame him though, he was a little too excited to be dating his crush that he couldn’t help but talk about you constantly to all his friends. He couldn’t help but stare at you and want to talk about how pretty you are and the characteristics he liked most about you.

It was in his nature, he was proud and lucky that he just had that urge to tell the whole world about you and it made butterflies explode in your stomach and it also made you want to kiss him desperately but you decided to not do that in front of everyone.

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want to tell anyone right away.” He mumbled towards you, the look of guilt washing over his features and you shook your head, embracing him in a tight hug.

“Don’t be sorry! I’m glad you told people.”

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ANNND finished, I’m sorry it’s short. I usually go longer when it’s one character at a time but I hope it’s good🤧

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[angelhotchner]

hiii first of all: absolutely love your writing. secondly, i was wondering if you could do a hotch fic with number 12 from the prompts list & 9 tropes list (maybe some angst and smut?) :))

I sprinted this last night and haven't proof read it lmao

anyways, here we go

Marley’s Prompt Sunday [i'm like 3 weeks late] Masterlist

NSFW Speech Prompt 12: Shut up, Just Shut Up Trope Prompt 9: Enemies to Lovers Contents: Adult Language, Smut, Angst Pairing / Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Fem!Reader Format: Drabble CM Timeline: AU set around JJ's wedding. Word Count: 1.7K

Aaron Hotchner made you uncontrollably mad. The kind of anger where you couldn’t even explain how frustrated you were - the kind where you had to force yourself to take a walk before he told you to, which would have only made you even more explosive.

You genuinely wanted to like the man...tolerate him, whatever. There was just something about him that got under your skin and you could never quite pinpoint what it was but guessed it was just something within his personality, a hidden component that you instinctively disliked. Even if you didn’t have a reason to do so.

Everyone was used to the distance that you tried to keep with the chief. You knew Spencer was thankful - he was the only one who genuinely seemed affected by the times that you and Hotchner really argued, and the look on his face almost subsided all the rage you felt towards your boss in the moment. Almost.

It was at JJ’s wedding where everything...changed. You needed a timeout during the dancing and headed back towards the deck of Rossi’s house, next to the patio doors. You sat down, heaving a sigh as you watched your colleagues dance together, smiles and happiness radiating throughout the air and you couldn’t quite match the same feeling. After everything that had just happened, you weren’t able to just bounce back. This one was difficult for you to compartmentalize.

Your face automatically levelled into a scowl as you watched Hotch drop Emily’s arm after spotting you, breaking away from the dancing and heading in your direction. You said nothing to him as he sat down next to you on the deck, albeit leaving a good six feet distance between your bodies.

“Why are you over here?” He asked. You didn’t bother looking at him as you groaned.

Of course, Aaron Hotchner had to ruin your one chance of a little peace during the night. Your breather away from everyone was now being shared with the person you despised the most.

“I want to be,” You grumbled back. You stood up, brushing down your dress before entering the house. You grabbed a glass of champagne from the kitchen and leaned against the sink, sipping the drink as you stared at nothing in particular.

“Why do you separate yourself from everyone?”

You rolled your eyes as you swung your head in the direction of his voice. He stood in the doorway of the patio doors, half in the house, watching you with a careful gaze.

“Save it, Hotchner,”

“For God’s sake, Y/N,” He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He edged closer, fully in the house now. You tried to daze back off into a nonchalant stare, but his gaze was beginning to burn you.

That’s when you always felt the most angry: when he stared at you for so long that your skin began to burn, goosebumps eradicating your body and a couple of drops of sweat glistening on your forehead.

You couldn’t explode. Not here. Not at Rossi’s house - not at JJ’s wedding.

“Will you just leave me alone?” You muttered with a sigh as you downed the rest of your glass. You glanced at him, finding him unmoving, stuck in the same position just in front of the patio doors.

“Hotch. Fuck off, will you?” You said, a little louder, but still - he didn’t budge.

“What is your problem?” He snapped.

“You,” You scoffed, wringing your hands together in an attempt to keep your voice from getting any louder as you spoke. “You’re my problem,”

“I don’t get why we can’t just get along. At least, just tonight - for JJ,”

“We would have been fine if you’d have left me alone. But you haven’t. Just go back out there with everyone else and stop getting on my damn nerves...and don’t try and guilt me, Hotchner,

“Fuck you,” Hotch seethed.

Here we go. When Hotch started swearing at you, you knew it wasn’t going to end well. You pressed your lips together firmly to compose yourself.

“You have no respect for me and it’s completely wrong,” He said sternly. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a glare, or a scowl. You grabbed another glass of champagne and tried to slide past him in an attempt to head back outside, but he grabbed your arm, steadying you next to him.

You were surely burning now.

“Get your hand off me,” You yelled, jerking your arm away from him, but he held on tight, and you were almost certain that he’d leave a bruise.

“You need to stop acting like this,” He warned.

“You’re acting just the same, Hotchner,”

You continued to try and free your arm, but he held you tightly and pulled you closer to him every time you tried to pull away.

“Because I won’t let you speak to me in the way that you do,”

“You only make it worse for yourself, Aaron,”

“You always say my name like you hate it,”

“I do. I hate it and I really hate you, I thought it would be obvious by now,”

“Then transfer out,”

“You wouldn’t let me,”

“Is it what you want?”

“Yeah,”

“Fine. You’ll be gone by Monday morning, Y/N,”

“You can breathe a sigh of relief now,”

“What?”

“Maybe your blood pressure won’t be as high if I’m not around to disrespect you,”

“You really want to transfer out of the BAU?”

“You want me gone,”

“I never said that,”

“You just said I’ll be gone by Monday morning, Hotch,”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, I just want to give you what you want,”

“What do you want?”

He never answered you. Not with words, anyway. For the time in your life, you were rendered speechless by Aaron Hotchner as his lips crashed onto yours, his grip on your arm pulling you unnaturally close as every bitter emotion seeped out of him, straight into your mouth.

You shoved him away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You spat. His hands grabbed your shoulders, launching you straight back into his embrace.

“Shut up. Just shut up,” He bit against your lips, and you hated to admit that a small whine sneaked out of your throat as his nails dug into your flesh.

You matched his desperation as you gave into the kiss, your hands pulling at his hair until he grabbed your wrists and held them in the air, rendering you useless.

JJ’s wedding was forgotten as he pulled you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, roughly shoving you into one of the guest bedrooms of Rossi’s house.

You thought you’d be more mad at yourself for what you said next.

“Come back here,”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he unbuttoned his shirt and lunged for you, pushing you backwards onto the bed as he lay on top of you, worshipping your mouth as if it was his only job in life. You were a mess of moans as soon as you felt his weight on top of yours, your skin burning everywhere - only this time, you channeled the frustration into hickeys that you left all over his chest.

“We don’t have much time,” You mumbled.

“I’m not taking a rain check,” He chuckled, and for once the sound didn’t irritate you.

His nails clawed at your skin as he leant back on his knees and hiked your dress up around your waist and pulled your underwear down. Your own hands shook as you haphazardly undid the belt of his jeans, pulling them down and freeing his already erect cock. You had no time to register it, or even think of what was even happening before you felt him push inside you.

“Fuck, Hotch,” You tsked as he smirked. He stayed rigid inside you for a moment, before a series of quick movements cascaded into a blur. Your legs were in the air and he was unrelenting with his pace, fucking you so deep and hard, all the while muttering curses to you.

“Stop pulling your stupid shit all the time,” He berated you as he continued to thrust inside you. You couldn’t even argue back with him, which was a first. You couldn’t believe how horny you were and how much you were enjoying him yelling at you as he fucked you into oblivion.

“Stop scowling at me,”

Another deep thrust.

“Watch your fucking mouth,”

Another.

“Have some respect,”

Another. You were so close. So fucking close that your toes were beginning to curl, and he knew it, too. His last thrust somehow went even deeper, hitting you just perfectly as he whispered in your ear.

“And stop being such a brat,”

You silently vowed to never stop being a brat if it made him fuck you like this, as your orgasm smashed into you, both of you groaning as the highs soaked you, the tension in the air quickly dissipating.

He collapsed on top of you, and in a weird turn of events, your hand slowly came up to stroke his hair softly. Carefully. Affectionately.

“Don’t transfer me,” You sighed.

“I wasn’t going to,”

You spent a few moments in a comfortable silence, before Hotch lifted himself from on top of you, scrambling to get re-dressed.

“We better move before the team sends out a K-9 Unit,”

[twinklelilstarkey]

hiii can you do angst 3 with nolan please 🥰

"You shouldn't be here." - Nolan Patrick

It has been a rough week. You feel like all your movements consist of you crawling in and out of your bed. Your pillow is constantly wet with your tears and your chest is permanently tightening in the void of nothing but heartbreak.

You don’t exactly need to leave your apartment since all of your classes are still online, and your cabinets are still full enough for you to survive for a little bit longer. So, honestly, if you were to leave, it would be out of a spontaneous decision, something you’re sure won’t happen any soon.

The only bit of fresh air you’ve caught in the last few days was when you opened your bathroom window to get your shower’s steam out of the small room, yet other than that... just nothing.

Today marks 7 days since you have broken up with your boyfriend of a year and a half, Nolan.

The reason behind your break up is a complete result of the snowball effect. It all started with small fights which always ended with you apologizing and him sort of forgiving you, and with small fight after small fight, a whole shouting argument was bad enough to mark the end of your relationship.

Nolan said so much, that he now admits that not even 1% of it is true, but it was enough to break your heart and force you to walk away.

It was definitely a break up. It was no Hollywood movie argument with an open ending in which the main characters never actually say the words. You two said it, and you two agreed on ending everything and cutting all tights right there. Right in the middle of his apartment.

You feel miserable and you’ve caught yourself trying to call him at crazy hours of the night a few times already. You never ended up actually doing it, but there was a time that it was close enough for it to ring one time - not even enough for it to even reach his phone.

Your week consists in at least 3 full days of classes, which does sound awful, but you feel like everything just gets worse when you’re left to stay by yourself and with your reality. All because even though you’re not listening to what your teachers are saying, you’ve got at least some sort of noise to occupy your mind.

But, god, nights are the worst. Looking out of your window to stare at the city view is not the same anymore, having sweet or salty sneaky snacks is not the same anymore, watching your favorite show under all your blankets is not the same anymore. You’re suffering so much that you can’t find anything even slightly enjoyable.

Now, Nolan, on the other hand, has to leave his apartment. He has to work, go to the ice rink, and practice every morning. And, in reality, no matter how much his coaches are screaming in his face, he just can’t find a way to fix whatever he’s doing wrong.

For the first days, no friend of his knew about the breakup, so, they just thought he was just going a little crazy over a bad hangover or whatever. But that didn’t last long. It only took TK to ask him if the offer for the double date still stood for everyone to notice.

His silence and serious expression made his best friend frown and even stop what he was doing. He couldn’t believe he was seeing.

Travis honestly thought that Nolan hadn’t heard him for a good few seconds, but as soon as he went to make sure, Nolan just stood up and left.

He wasn’t reacting like you were. He wasn’t crying every time his brain brought him back to you, he was just staring into nothing and letting his mind work free through it. Battling his feelings away.

You still watched the Flyers’ games, even though he wasn’t spending much time on the ice, and you still wore his jersey like any other night.

Sleeping after those nights were even harder. Today is one of them.

You turn on your bed, eyeing the large window beside your bed and all the lights of the city you’re blessed to see from high above, and your mind soon travels to all the memories you own and protect.

All the times you cuddled with a sleeping or just sleepy Nolan after good or rough games while staring at the calming night. All the times you enjoyed late mornings in bed, talking about life and laughing at absolutely everything.

A soft grin plays over your lips at the light-hearted memories but at the same time, it breaks at the realization it is not your truth anymore.

You sniffle softly and blink your tears away, bringing your hands to your warm cheeks to wipe down the wetness you’ve grown so familiar to.

A soft knock on your front door fills your apartment and you quickly sit up in surprise. It’s 3 am.

It’s way too late for your landlord to come over now, right? Sinks don’t usually get fixed at this time of night... Right?

The knock repeats itself and you sigh. It won’t hurt to check.

You stand up from your bed, ignoring the mess you’re leaving behind, and you bring your hood over your head. On your way down the hallway, you wipe your face one more time to make sure that no tears are to be shown to anyone, and as soon as you’re done, you’re standing by the door.

You unlock it slowly and Nolan feels a sudden wave of cold hit the walls of his stomach as anxiety becomes evident to him, again.

The door opens slowly, creaking slightly in the silence of the night, and your eyes meet up at the same time.

You feel frozen in place while Nolan is just lost for words. He hasn’t seen you for more than he has ever before and that made his body almost go into shock.

“Wha-” You try to ask but your voice cracks a bit, “What are you doing here?”

He stands silent for a few seconds and he continuous to stare you down, analyzing your face. Eyes slightly swollen, as well as your lips, your soft sniffling. You’ve been crying.

“I wanted to talk.” He finally speaks, his deep voice breaking through the hallway harshly.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You tell him.

“I know.” He agrees, “But... Can I please come in?”

You bite the inside of your lip in thought and your hand slides over the side of the door, grabbing both of your attentions.

Hesitatingly, you take a step back and swing your door open further, giving Nolan enough space to walk in comfortingly.

He’s careful with his steps, and soon the door closes behind him again. Your apartment is still extremely comforting and warm to him. And for a second, it almost made him forget what he was doing there in the first place.

“Want to go sit?” You whisper.

He looks over his shoulder to look at you and gives you a small nod. You break your glance and decide to be the first one to walk towards the couch.

Nolan follows you and soon the two of you are seated beside one another.

Even though with straight serious looks on your faces, you two have racing hearts and sweaty hands. Everything that could make their bodies react to the situation in the middle of all this silence.

“Did I wake you up?” He firstly asks and you just shake your head.

You look down at your hands over your lap and unconsciously, you pull your sleeves over your hands, hiding them from your own eyes.

Nolan decides to start.

“I shouldn’t have said all those things.” Nolan says as he also looks down at your, now covered, hands. “I was mad and I made all of... that, up.”

The words slowly register in your mind and you force yourself to look at him in the face.

“I know it’s stupid.” He says before you can even try to talk, “I know I shouldn’t have even fought back. You were right and I was just being an idiot.”

He shakes his head, staring back into your confused eyes.

“Nol-”

“I don’t know why I even did it. It was like I didn’t want to be in the wrong when I was. It was so childish of me...” He continues, “And all the things that I called you were ju-just awful. And I want you to know what I didn’t mean any of it and that not even one of them is tru-”

He sighs in desperation, finding it ridiculous how he found himself lost in his own thoughts and just rambled all his worries in one breath. Your hands finally stop playing on your lap.

“I wish I could take everything back.” He says more slowly and calmly, “And just act like none of it happened.”

“Me too.” You agree.

He stays silent and his chest tightens at the idea of this not going as he wants to.

“I just... I’m sorry.” He whispers the last part. “You don’t have to forgive me...” He pauses, “Now or-or even ever, but I just want you to know that I am so, so, so sorry.”

You stare back at him as his words fill your ears and his soft expression of pure hurt is all that emphasizes your overthinking.

“And...” He starts again, almost as if saying sorry for talking with his eyes, “I’m also sorry for only talking to you a week later. It-it’s stupid of me. Again.”

The corners of your lips lift slightly at his last words and you swallow harshly, preparing yourself to talk. Yet you stop yourself as you don’t exactly know what to say.

You look down, biting your lip in thought, and quickly, your hands lays over Nolan’s. And even over your hoodie’s thick material, you can feel how cold they are from standing outside at the crack of dawn.

“I’m sorry too.” You whisper to him.

“You don’t need to-”

“I do.” You look back up, “I walked away during a fight and in some way, I feel like it was my fault that you exploded the way you did.”

Nolan shakes his head and you peek your fingers from your sleeves, interlacing them with Nolan’s cold ones. You bring your hand up around your conjoined hands and trace slightly over his fingers to warm them.

“Well, then I forgive you.” Nolan says to you, following your gaze down to your hands. “I really do, even if I think you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A soft grin grows over your lips and you look up at him.

“Than I forgive you too.” You say, “Just- Please, promise me that we’ll never go for that long without talking or trying to sort things out again.” You cringe slightly at your request as if there’s a possibility that he will reject.

“I promise.” He says right away.

“And that we’ll never walk away like that or break up like that.”

“That too. I promise.”

A smile finally breaks through your features and soon also did Nolan’s. You bring your hand up to his face and with a quick movement, you cup his cheek and lay your lips over his.

The kiss is simple, more of a peck if anything, but it’s longer than a normal peck.

You two pull away and Nolan is quick to kiss your cheek a couple of times before actually leaning back and look at you.

“I think we should go to bed.” You tell him with a soft smile, “It’s almost 4.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

[ukaisprincesss]

hiii i was hoping to be your first ask, can i request tsukkixf!y/n where y/n is being all whiny and clingy at a dinner with his team and when they get home he punishes her 🙏🏽

a/n: ahhh yes!! thank you so much for being my first ask 🥳🖤 this was so fun to write, i’m such a simp for tsukki

word count: 1.4k

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warnings: 18+ smut, degradation, choking, dom!tsukki, sub!reader, minor brat taming, toys, overstimulation, orgasm denial, slight dumification, squirting, name calling, spanking

let me know if i missed anything!

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“How much longer?” you whined, lightly squeezing Tsukki’s arm.

Kei ignored you, continuing his conversation with Daichi and Noya. You huffed and slumped in your seat. You loved Kei’s friends as they were your own, but right now all you wanted to do was go home with Kei and finish what he started.

Flashing a look at Tanaka to your right, you saw him engaged in a heated conversation with Kageyama. You slowly moved your hand over Kei’s thigh, nails trailing over his bulge. You felt his cock twitch, but he gave no other reaction. Frowning, you squeezed his cock in hopes of a reaction.

Kei grabbed your wrist and glared at you. Leaning in to your ear he hissed, “Stop being a whiny brat and finish your food.”

“But Kei-”

“Sorry guys we have to go.” Kei muttered. Snatching you up, he pulled you out of your chair and dragged you out the restaurant. The team looked on with curious eyes, wondering why the couple left so suddenly.

“Kei, wait! You’re going too fast!” You stumbled behind the tall man as he dragged you to the car, practically shoving you into the passenger seat. The drive home was tense. Tsukki sent you several glares, his knuckles white from gripping the wheel so tight. You played with the ends of your dress, eager and nervous for the punishment Tsukki would deal out. Your pussy throbbed as you rubbed your thighs together, lewd images popping into your head.

It wasn’t long before you two arrived home. Turning off the car and slamming the door shut, Tsukki left you to get out alone. You eagerly unbuckled and hopped out the car, following him inside.

You didn’t even step two feet in before you were pushed face first against the wall. “Ugh, Tsukki please-” you whined.

He growled, tightening his grip on the back of your neck. “Shut up you slut, you don’t get to ask for anything right now. Instead of being a good girl for me, you decided to be a whiny selfish brat. Do you know what happens to brats? They get punished.” He whispered the last part in your ear, lightly nipping your earlobe.

With his hand still on your neck, he guided you to your shared bedroom and pushed you on the bed. You sat up on your elbows, meeting his golden, lust-filled eyes.

Kei’s eyes slowly dragged down your body, a hint of a smirk on his face. “Take off your clothes and be ready in position.” Without another word, he turned and stalked out the room, leaving the door open behind him. You quickly slipped out of your dress, taking off your shoes and undergarments and throwing them across the bed. You pressed your chest down, back arched as you waited for Tsukki to come back. The soft fabric of the sheets rubbed against your nipples, leaving them to tighten. You gently moaned, bitting your lip as you impatiently waited for Kei to come back and punish you.

A few moments had passed before Kei walked back in, this time without his shirt. His lean body on display, the faint outline of his abs caught your attention. You missed what he had in his hand as he stalked towards you with a predatory gaze. Humming softly, he looked over you in position. “Hmm, for once you followed instructions.”

“Don’t I always?” You met his eyes smiling. He snickered and walked out of your vision. A quiet hum broke the silence, you hissed as Tsukki pressed a vibrator against your sopping pussy. Rubbing up and down your folds, he slowly turned up the intensity.

“Ah, Kei! Please, I need you.” You moaned and buried your head in the sheets, grinding your hips against the vibrator. A harsh slap met your right cheek, you gasped and looked behind you seeing Tsukki with his hand raised. He spanked you again and maneuvered the vibrator onto your clit. The heat from his hands lingered, leaving a delicious burn.

Growling, he wrapped your hair around his fist pulling your head back. “That’s not my fucking name slut.”

“S-sir I’m sorry. Please just-” you were cut off by a hand around your throat. Kei had released your hair and pulled you tight against him by your throat. You gasped and let out a loud groan as your body convulsed against him, an orgasm racing through your body.

“Oh god Sir please, i-it hurts.” You thrashed against him, as he continued to hold the vibrator against you. The tingles of overstimulation erupting on your clit.

“Oh is this too much? I thought the brat wanted to be punished after her naughty behavior. You can take it.” He hummed roughly in your ear, pressing the vibrator even closer to your clit. His words sent a shiver through you. Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed him so far.

Kei finally pulled the vibrator away, you slumped against him and huffed out a breath of annoyance. Nipping your neck, he tossed the vibrator aside and turned you around. Pushing you down he unbuckled his jeans, not breaking eye contact.

He freed his cock from his briefs, letting it hit his stomach. You eyed the veins that traveled up to the head, licking your lips. Smirking, Tsukki crawled over you, teasing his head against your clit. “Is this what you want?” he asked, rubbing his long cock against your dripping pussy. You nodded and lifted your hips, eager for the friction his dick provided.

You threw your head back moaning, you were so close. You continued to grind against him, feeling each vein rub against you. “Oh god Sir, I’m gonna cum. Please, can I cum?”

“Yeah, you can cum.” he stated with a smug expression as he pulled away. You gasped and desperately lifted your hips, searching for the last bit of friction you needed to cum. Before you could even slide your hands down, Kei grabbed your wrists and pinned them by your head.

Chuckling, he sucked your right nipple into his mouth, nipping and licking the bud. “Did you really think I would let you cum so easily princess? No, you’re going to cum when I want you to. You’re going to cum my way.” Tsukki entered you with one hard thrust, groaning as your pussy clenched around him. “God you’re so wet for me.” he moaned.

You clenched your teeth and grasped for a hold on his back, your nails decorating it with long red lines. His rapid thrusts threw you into waves of pleasure, your tongue hung out as you garbled indecipherable words. The spongy head of his cock hit your crevix with such force it left you trembling. Your eyes rolled into your head as you desperately clawed at him.

Tsukki wrapped his large hand around your throat, the other gripping your hips with bruising force. He huffed out as he kept up the unrelenting speed. “Is my little slut going dumb from my cock? Come on y/n, speak up, or are you too dumb to even do that?”

You gripped his arm around your throat with both of your hands. “P-please sir-ughh I need to cum around your big cock.” You wheezed out over the lewd squelches coming from your cunt. Kei grunted and sped up to an almost unbearable pace. “Cum for me y/n, cum all over my cock.”

You couldn’t help it, Tsukki had that much control over you. You came around his cock, liquid splattering his abs and chest, soaking the sheets beneath you. Kei grunted and let out a moan as he exploded inside you. He didn’t stop fucking into you, his messy thrusts and the feeling of his hot sticky cum sent you into a smaller, second orgasm. He pulled out, watching the trail of his cum sliding out of you.

You met his heavy eyes as he leaned forward, kissing your forehead. “I wasn’t too rough on you was I?” He asked while sitting you up. You shook your head, leaning on his shoulder. “Mm, just right.” you mumbled. He softly laughed and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to your bathroom. Turning on the faucet, he waited for it to fill up before setting you in. He climbed in behind you and you rested your head on his chest.

“I guess I’ll have to annoy you more from now on,” you said with a coy grin. He simply kissed your temple and interlaced your hand with his.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hiii Val xx can I have "nightgown" with Corazon pleaaase?

Hey Ace baby girl! Of course Cora-san need some good lovin. I hope you enjoy!

Corazon x Fem reader: Nightgown

"This is so beautiful, thank you honey! I'm go try it on right now !" holding the soft pink night gown in your arms rushing to your room. Slipping out of your clothes and placing the silky smooth nightgown on. It stopped at your mid thighs seeing the details more the white lace trimming on the ends. Corazon walked into the shared room almost starstruck. "Sweetie what do you think?" asking him. His own heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest seeing the glow on your face and how well you looked in it.

"I've always like that color on you. But anything you wear you make it look good. I gotta say you took my breath away" he said.

Walking towards him as his hand reach out for your. Gladly accepting his hand he made you do a twirl the skirt slightly lifting up. Feeling the bit of blush on his cheek as he caught a cheeky shot. "You didn't have together this for me honey."

"I wanted to get this to you a small token of my appreciation and love for you. You are special to me ________" Kissing the tip of your nose. Feeling you own cheeks become hot by his sweet words to you. "my sweet girl thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin." His hands feeling the silk cloth against your body.

"I will always be by your side Corazon always." you cupping his cheek placing the same small kiss on his nose as he did to you.

"We should call it a night what do you say?" his foot closing the door behind him.

"Its only 7 still early." blinking at him

"Yeah but you are already for bed maybe we can cuddle, maybe kiss , maybe... do other things."