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A Birthday Threesome for ‘Suki (Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Two pretty sluts for the price of one? Lucky me."

Pairing: Pro!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader x Your Fem!Best Friend

Synopsis: In which you and your best friend decide to help your man see the joy in birthdays by giving him a threesome. Also, Bakugou likes butt plugs. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBY 🎈

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GTFO), Sub to Dom!Bakugou, Dom to sub!Fem!Reader, Race of Reader not Specified, Threesome, Birthday Sex, Anal Play, Food Play, Prostate Massaging, Edging, Double Blowjob, Mild Girl on Girl (just kissing), Spit Play, Cunnilingus, Multiple Positions, Unprotected PIV, Squirting, Creaming, Fingering, Overstimulation, Mild Degradation, Three Way Kissing, Cum Eating, Creampies, Facials, Dirty Talk, Three Way Cuddle

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I'm uploading this ahead of time cuz it’s my boy’s birthday!! 🥳🥳 This one is kinda different, but I hope y’all like it! Enjoy! 🥰 -Jazz

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Bakugou had never been the one for birthdays.

It’s not like he hated them, he’s told you once before while sitting in the spring sun for a picnic. “I just don’t see the hype with ‘em,” he said when you asked about it. “So what I turned a year older than I was last year? So what I’m still on this fuckin’ earth? What’s the big deal?”

“But birthdays are something to celebrate!” You had protested, which he thought was cute. “The way I see it, you can either be a year older while alive or you could be a year older six feet under. Birthdays are for celebrating with the people you love.”

“And I do,” he had argued. “I celebrate with you, don’t I?” You hummed indifferently as he rubbed your feet that were settled in his lap. “Look, babe, I get it; you like the surprise parties and birthday cakes and razzle-dazzle. I don’t need all that shit. I don’t even need a card.”

His response had definitely rubbed you the wrong way. To you, birthdays were a time of celebration! To be on this earth for a certain number of years, especially with the shit the economy, capitalism, and COVID brought, was an accomplishment in itself. And to be able to celebrate another birthday with your man was even better!

So, being the loving, great girlfriend you were, of course, you’d think of the best way to turn your man’s frown upside down and show him the beauty of birthdays. And what better way to do that than to plan a birthday threesome?

Yes, a birthday threesome.

You and Bakugou had always been a kinky couple. Anything that you could bring into the bedroom that the both of you could enjoy, you’d do it. Handcuffs and rope? Tried ‘em. Blindfolding? Temperature play? Most definitely. Bakugou loved you calling him “daddy” and seeing you squirm underneath him as he edged you to oblivion (being the asshole he is).

But what he loved more than anything was to submit to you, too. He never expressed it to your mutual friends or tried to show it as much, but you knew he loved it when you took full control over him. His body, his mind, and his cock were all yours for the night to bend to your will. Add in a butt plug and some pegging, and he was ready to give you everything.

However, the thought of having another person you could watch break him apart and share in that domination was hotter than you initially realized before coming up with your deviously-hot birthday surprise.

You and Bakugou had discussed a threesome before, but Bakugou was very possessive. He’d be ready to blast someone to space for just looking at you. Plus, you didn’t know where to even look for the best third piece…until you did.

Your best friend. A woman who was just as hot as you and whom you trusted wholeheartedly. A woman who also happened to have a secret attraction to your boyfriend that she confessed to you over cocktails one night. A woman you’ve caught Bakugou subtly checking out a few times during social outings…but obviously not subtle enough.

You’d never been angered at him for it, especially when he’d shown you many times before that you were the only woman for him. “I belong to you,” he’d say to you, his sweaty forehead to yours, cock buried deep inside of you. So the idea of sharing such a hunk with someone who also was attracted to him would be much hotter than you initially thought.

When you’d come to her with the idea, she’d first look at you like you were insane. “You sure?” she’d ask, uncertain about this. But after some reassurance on your end, she’d be ecstatic to be a part of your birthday surprise. Just imagine it now, how’d it all pan out:

The day of Bakugou’s birthday, you’d pepper him in kisses and make him his favorite banana pancakes that morning before shooing him out the door for a spa day before he could initiate birthday sex.

“A $100 Hand & Stone coupon?” he’d grumble when you handed him the card, scowling at you. “Babe, I told you that you didn’t–”

“Hush!” you’d say, pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Every hero needs a little relaxation, so this is yours. You need a massage.” His vermillion eyes would twinkle mischievously. “I need a massage, alright,” he’d growl, pressing your hand to his groin. “Think you can help me with that?”

Ignoring him, you’d shoo him out the door of your shared apartment. When he finally begrudgingly left for nearly two hours of relaxation, you’d spend the whole day prepping for tonight. You’d clean the apartment from top to bottom, fix Bakugou his favorite dinner, leave it in the fridge for later, and call up your friend to tell her to come over. She’d arrive, happy to help you prepare for everything.

“You sure we have time?” she’d ask, grabbing some lemon pledge to wipe down the counters.

“The spa treatment is an all-day special,” you’d explain as you swept. “He’ll be out for hours.” That answer was enough to reassure your friend that you’d have all the time in the world to clean and cook.

When your man finally came home later that evening, relaxed from his massage, skin glowing from his seaweed mask, and feeling loose from the champagne the spa offered back to back, he’d walk in to find the apartment suspiciously empty. “Baby?” he’d call. “You in here? I’ll admit, that stupid ass spa treatment was nice.”

You wouldn’t answer. Your lack of response would make Bakugou nervous and he’d contemplate calling you until he ventured into the kitchen and saw what’d lie for him on the kitchen counter. There would be a red velvet cake (his favorite flavor) sitting there adorned in buttercream frosting and decorated in red and orange flowers that appear to also look like fire blasts. On the top would be writing in red food coloring that read, “Happy Birthday Katsuki!”

Bakugou would be confused yet touched. Did you do all of this while he was out? Before he could ponder on it more, he’d be taken aback by the faint scent of roses and soft giggling coming from upstairs. “Up here, babe!” you’d call.

Filled with relief that you were safe (just hiding), Bakugou would venture up the steps. “What is all this?” he’d call you. “I told you, I didn’t need all this, baby, really.” But as he walked upstairs, his heart would pound methodically against his ribcage in anticipation of what was to come next.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for what he found waiting for him in your shared master bedroom. When he pushed open the bedroom door, he’d find a trail of red rose petals leading right over to his birthday presents: you and your friend, sitting on the couch near the window overlooking the city lights, dressed in only the most expensive lingerie.

Bakugou’s greedy eyes would trail over the skin exposed along with how well the lingerie filled out your bodies’ natural curves. The cups of your lace bras framed your breasts so nicely, and he could only imagine what the back looked like. Sitting on the floor by the couch was a bucket where a bottle of champagne and glasses sat, giving him the impression that tonight really was for celebrating…as if seeing you and your friend decked in lingerie wasn’t an indication enough.

You smiled at him as he stood there frozen on the threshold of the bedroom. “Happy birthday, baby,” you’d purr. “Well? You gonna just stand there or are you gonna join us?”

Bakugou wouldn’t need to be told twice. The door would be closed and his shoes would be off immediately before he rushed to join you on the couch like he had lit his ass on fire.

The rest of the night would play in flashes of ecstasy as a surprise after surprise unfolded:

You and your friend would sit Bakugou down between you with a glass of chilled champagne and ask him if he wanted this, only moving forward when he gave you an enthusiastic growl of “fuck yes”.

After giving each other a look of pure excitement over finally getting the pro out of his clothes, you and your friend would strip Bakugou out of his clothes, giggling at his sharp intakes of breath and swearing. “Someone’s excited,” you’d coo into his ear, grinning at the way he shivered.

“You shittin’ me?” he’d growl as he watched your friend’s soft hands that looked so small compared to his unbuckle his belt. “I’ve got two of the prettiest women in my bedroom right now. Who the fuck wouldn’t be excited?”

Once you’d get him out of his clothes, you’d watch your friend admire his muscled body like he is carved from granite stone. You wouldn’t blame her, especially with the way the silver moonlight would shine through the window and illuminate your boyfriend’s mouthwatering six-pack and the dragon tattoo crawling up his right ribcage. His thick, muscular thighs would be spread, giving both of you girls a good peek at the outline of his dick in his designer briefs.

Seeing your friend stare Bakugou down like he was a masterpiece would turn you on more than you believed. Your pussy would gush knowing that the same man that is yours is so wanted by everyone else. It would turn you on even more to see Bakugou stare her down with the same lust–filled stare, the act of sharing him with another person arousing you further.

“Go on,” you’d encourage your friend. “Touch him.” She’d give you an uncertain stare before Bakugou would lean back against the couch, allowing her perfect access to his body. You and your friend would then run your hands all over him–up and down his abs, over his biceps, caressing his warm skin. The low moans of appreciation Bakugou would make at feeling hands all over him would work their magic on both of you, filling you with anticipation and need.

However, Bakugou was a greedy man, and he’d try to touch both of your asses looking so plump and full in your thongs. You and your friend would then make it very clear that you both are in control and not him by slapping his hands away when he tried to touch you.

“Uh-uh, baby,” you’d purr, smiling sexily at his irritated scowl. “No touching…not yet. You’re ours right now, so just sit there and take what we give you like a good boy.”

And shockingly enough, Bakugou would listen, too turned on to fuss. He’d do nothing but watch as you and your friend’s hands would caress his hardened bulge in his briefs, your lips on his neck; his chest; behind his ear. “That’s his sweet spot,” you’d whisper to your friend, giggling at your boyfriend’s soft gasp as you squeezed his shaft in his briefs.

After some teasing and earning a wet spot at the tip of his dick, you and your friend would finally pull down his briefs. Like a sexy Jack-in-the-box, Bakugou’s cock would finally spring free–thick, long, curved, veiny, and so, so fucking hard. Your friend would stare wide-eyed at it before cooing to Bakugou, “You have a beautiful dick, Dynamight.”

“Bet you wanna taste it,” you’d giggle. “That’s what these are for: to make it sweeter.” You’d then reach down into the chilled champagne bucket where you’d present a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream to Bakugou. He’d stare down at the goodies, perplexed. “Da fuck are those for?” he’d ask.

“For you, silly,” you’d giggle as your friend excitedly clapped her hands. “C’mon, you’ll love it!” Bakugou continued to stare down at the condiments fit for ice cream. “It’s part of your surprise, babe,” you’d coo before pecking his lips. “Let us show you.”

After coaxing him to sit back and enjoy his champagne, you and your friend would proceed to squirt chocolate syrup and whipped cream along his dick, giggling at the way he’d shiver at the coolness of the continents hitting his skin. “Don’t get any of this shit on my floor,” he’d growl. “Otherwise, you’re both gettin’ punished.”

You and your friend would share a mischievous look before you’d look up at him, batting your lashes. “Is that a promise, daddy?” you’d purr before giving the tip of his dick a lick. The sugary scents of whipped cream and chocolate would hit your nose as the sweetness of both condiments hit your tastebuds. Bakugou sighed at the feeling.

Two sets of wet hands would then wrap around Bakugou’s dick, stroking him up and down, the tender skin of his shaft moving along with your hands and smearing the sugary-sweet continents around his shaft. He’d groan and moan at the feeling of your soft little hands on him, his head tilted back against the couch and eyes closed.

After warming up, you and your friend would each share a turn with your mouths on his cock–sucking, licking, and slurping up the whipped cream, syrup, and precum bubbling at the head. Bakugou would stare at your two pretty mouths slurping up his dick, tongues sensually caressing the head and shaft, through hooded, red slits.

“You both look so beautiful,” he’d whisper breathlessly, chest heaving rapidly and slowly losing it at seeing you both on your knees, chocolate and cream all over your mouths and lips.

You smile up at him in thanks before taking his balls coated in whipped cream into his mouth, lightly sucking on each as your friend licked and sucked along the bulbous head of his cock. “You taste so good, baby,” you’d moan through his balls in his mouth. “Even without the chocolate or the cream.” Bakugou’s toes would curl and his moans would be loud, echoing along the bedroom walls.

You’d later go further and have him in your throat, gagging along the head, dribbling saliva down to his balls that your friend would generously fondle as you deepthroated him. “Doesn’t she look so good, Dynamight?” she’d purr. “Doesn’t your girl look so nice with your cock in her throat?”

Then it’d be her turn. You’d teach her how to slowly take him into her mouth before gagging on his cock shoved deep down her throat. You’d gently push her head down to take more of him, demanding that Bakugou watch another girl take your cock. “Watch her,” you’d whisper to him. “You think she’s better than me? Does her throat feel good, ‘Suki?”

Bakugou wouldn’t shut up, too deep in euphoria to silence himself. He’d be losing his shit when your friend finally popped off of his cock with a gasp, her mouth wet and dripping in spit and chocolate. You two would then proceed to kiss with his wet dick sandwiched between your mouths. There would be nothing but the lewd sound of breathless moans and wet slurps as you erotically made out, tongues swirling and soft lips caressing his shaft.

The erotic sight would be too much for him. “Gonna cum!” he’d warn you in a strained voice. “C-Can’t stop it! Gonna…ah!”

When he finally came, it’d be messy and quick, spurts of cum spilling out of his cock that would splash all over your hands and mouths. He’d sound straight out of a porno, his whimpers and grunts making your toes curl.

You and your friend would greedily slurp up his cum from your lips and lick it off your hands, giggling at how messy your man is. “Naughty boy,” you’d mockingly scold him. “You made such a mess!” Your hands and lips would be sticky with whipped cream, chocolate, and his cum–a yummy combination.

“Now you’re gonna have to be punished,” your friend would purr, helping you stand to your feet. Bakugou would stare up at the both of you, helpless and spent.

You’d then coax him up from the couch and lead him over to the king-sized bed where you’d already have the other half of his birthday surprise laid out for him on the black, satin sheets: strawberry-flavored, warming lube and his favorite glass buttplug would sit there, causing Bakugou’s eyes to widen when he realized what was happening.

You’d instruct him to lie down, giggling when he immediately gets onto his hands and knees, his plump ass from years of squats and training looking so appetizing. You and your friend would then climb onto the bed and take some time to warm Bakugou up. You’d graze your nails along his muscles; kiss his neck and lips; fondle his overly-sensitive balls.

Then you’d each squirt some lube onto your fingers before gently prepping and probing Bakugou’s tight, puckered hole, both of your pussies growing wet at the high-pitched whines and whimpers that would leave his pretty, pink lips. “Such a good boy,” you’d coo to him. “You’re doing so good for us, ‘Suki.”

Your friend would reach under to fondle Bakugou’s heavy balls as you slowly, gingerly, inserted the buttplug into Bakugou’s ass, moaning wantonly at his whines and pitiful moans. “God!” he’d shout, his usually raspy, deep voice going up several octaves than usual.

You and your friend who would take turns pumping the buttplug in and out of his tight hole, paying close attention to his body language when you brush against his prostate. You’d relish the way he’d writhe against the bedsheets, fisting them so hard that his knuckles turn stark white. His back would arch, pushing his ass up further, allowing you to plunge the plug deeper.

Then you’d switch, giving yourself a break and a chance for your friend to make him moan like a bitch in heat. You’d then wrap your hand around his cock and pump it, your hand slick with lube and Bakugou’s precum, as you press your lips against his ear. “Happy birthday, baby,” you’d whisper, nibbling at his earlobe.

The second orgasm would be messier than the first. Bakugou would be whining, begging, pleading either one of you for release. “T-Too much!” he’d sob into the mattress. “Please! Please just fuckin’ make me cum!”

Your friend would giggle giddily at the change in his demeanor, still fucking his asshole with the butt plug. “Alright, ‘Suki,” you’d coo to him. “It is your birthday, after all. So cum for us like a good little boy. You don’t wanna disappoint my friend, do you?”

As you’d cup his balls and turn your slow strokes into fast pumps, Bakugou wouldn’t be able to take so much stimulation and would cum all over your hand and the sheets below.

“Cumming!” he’d whine, a string of high-pitched moans and whimpers leaving his pillowy-soft, pink lips formed in an O. His pretty face would be screwed in ecstasy, cheeks red and eyes squeezed tight as his second orgasm hit him like a freight train.

You’d silently encourage your friend to continue to stroke his prostate as you slowed your handjob down, bringing him to the brink of insanity from the overstimulation. “No more!” he’d groan. “Too much! C-Can’t…can’t…!”

And you’d make him cum again, this one just as strong and as messy. Nut would paint the black sheets white, spurt all over your hand, and drip along his balls that would become sticky from it. Finally, you and your friend would stop, allowing the pro to recover. Seeing him so vulnerable, helpless, and spent would have your bodies beginning to be the vulnerable and helpless ones for a change.

Bakugou would have the same idea after you fetched him some water and laid his head in your lap while your friend stroked her fingers down his arms and legs. “That was…fuckin’ amazing,” he’d heave, making you both giggle.

“You did so well for us, baby,” you’d coo into his ear, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so happy you enjoyed your birthday.”

Bakugou would then sit up, his exhaustion gone and his personality flipping in a wink. He’d give you both a dark, devious, lust-filled stare that would have your hearts pounding and pussies wet, because you’d know what would come next. “It ain’t over yet,” he chuckled. “What, you thought tonight was over? After all, I’ve gotta enjoy my birthday gifts, don’t I?”

And then, in the blink of an eye, he’d be forcing you and your friend onto your backs, side by side, staring up into his vermillion eyes and mischievous grin. “So,” he’d huff, “you slutty girls wanna play with me, huh? Question is, who do I take first?”

A nervous smile would curl on your lips and you’d turn to your friend, sharing that same look of anxiousness and excitement. “Guess I’ll just have to take both of you then,” Bakguou would growl. “Teach you both a fuckin’ lesson for playin’ with me.”

And mind you, the butt plug would still be in his ass during all of this.

You’d barely of time to process what was happening before Bakugou is tossing your legs over his shoulders and plunging his tongue deep in your pussy while he stroked and petted your friend’s pussy. Her whines and moans would arouse you even more than Bakugou’s skillful mouth, causing you to gush all over his quick tongue that flicked over your clit. “‘S-Suki, please!” you’d beg. “Slow down!”

But he wouldn’t stop. He’d keep going until he brought the both of you to your first orgasms that you’d share in unison. “Cum for me,” he’d growl into your cunt. “Both of you sluts fuckin’ cum for me!”

And with a gasp followed by a moan of his name, you would. You’d burst all over the sheets and his mouth as your friend would cum all over his calloused fingers. After that first round, he’d switch. You’d then have his fingers toying with your needy little clit while his mouth was on your friend’s pussy, her legs spread wide for him and mouth open on a moan.

“Just look at your girl, babe,” he’d sadistically chuckle, staring down at your friend in her fucking world. “You been teaching her, haven’t you? Your slutiness rubbed off on her, didn’t it?”

His fingers would leave your clit to tweak at your nipple, pinching the hard peak until sparks filled your body. “Y-Yes, daddy,” you’d whine. “I’m sorry! I just wanted to give you a great birthday.”

Bakugou’s eyes would soften then, touched by your confession. “I know a way to thank you,” he’d growl before proceeding to rub your needy little clit to make you cum again as you tweaked your own nipples.

“Fuck, daddy, yes!” you’d practically scream as your friend moaned his name, cumming all over his mouth, lips, and stubbled chin, her hands in his platinum blonde hair.

You’d watch as she cums, noticing her body tensing and legs shaking as Bakugou continued to slurp up her cum, sounding and looking like a starving man. His back muscles would ripple as he spread your friend’s thighs open wider, licking her right from the source as she weakly moaned and whimpered, complaining that she was “so sensitive”. You’d be able to tell he was enjoying this, and that made you enjoy it too.

When he’d finally break away from your friend’s inner thighs, his lips, and chin would be shiny with her and your juices combined. He’d greedily lick his lips and suck his fingers, making your pussy impatiently clench around air despite just cumming. “Let’s say we play some more, hm?” he hums, smiling darkly at you.

You and your friend, exhausted and spent, would look at each other, slightly terrified. Would you even realize what you’d be getting yourselves into? The answer would be unknown, but the idea of that would make you hotter and desperate for whatever your man had in mind.

“What’d you have in mind, birthday boy?” you breathlessly asked, weakly sitting up to drag your nails up and down Bakugou’s thighs. Your friend would sit up too, making a move to touch him too, running her hands down his pectorals.

That question would result in your friend on her stomach with his cock stuffed deep inside of her, her ass bouncing in time with his thrusts. You’d be beside her, Bakugou’s fingers curled inside of your wet pussy, fingerfucking you as he fucked your friend into oblivion. Breathless huffs of “fuck, fuck, fuck” would leave Bakugou’s lips as he drove his cock into your friend, again and again again.

“Two pretty sluts for the price of one?” he’d huff, a crooked smile that drove you insane on his face. “Lucky me. It really must be my fuckin’ birthday.”

He’d then grab a fistful of your friend’s hair and wrench her head back, just enough for him to reach her ear. “How’s it feel to be fuckin’ with a pro, huh, baby?” he’d whisper into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. Seeing him tease another woman opposite of you would make you clench harder around his fingers.

“S-so good, daddy!” your friend would moan, planting her face into the mattress. “Right there! Don’t stop!” You’d want to tell your man the same thing, but he didn’t seem like he was letting up any time soon. You’d bounce against the mattress in time with his thrusts, your tits bouncing and your mind going blank.

“Such a pretty girl you are,” Bakugou would grunt into your friend’s air. “Such a good girl to make me feel so good with your best friend.” His hand would then caress her ass before giving it a spank, making her whimper as the sharp sound of his hand against her asscheek filled the air.

“She planned this whole thing,” she’d whimper, staring at you with blissed-out tears in her eyes. “She really loves you, Dynamight. You should make her feel good, too.”

Bakugou would shoot you a lustful yet adoring look as he curled his fingers up into your G-spot, making your toes curl and your voice catch in your throat at the sheer pleasure. “Oh, I plan on it. But first, I’m making you cum all over my dick.”

And he would: after a few more merciless, precise thrusts, your friend would be creaming all over Bakugou’s cock the way he’d want her to. When he’d pull out, your friend’s cum would be dripping all over his balls and around his cock. “Clean it,” he’d growl to her to which she’d greedily move to slurp up every ounce of her cum off of his dick and balls. He’d reward her with an open-mouthed kiss.

And then it’d be your turn: you’d be on your back, legs spread wide and pussy on display for him. Before sliding inside, he’d first duck down to pepper your face in kisses and nose nuzzles. “Thank you for tonight,” he’d whisper against your sweaty brow. “You’re the best fuckin’ girlfriend in the fuckin’ world.”

Then, finally, he’d plunge his dick inside of you and begin to rock his hips into you, making you see stars. Beside you, your friend would lie, legs spread and moans bouncing off the walls as Bakugou plays with her pussy too. He wouldn’t let either one of you have a break. He’d continue to make you cum again and again until you were sobbing for him to stop, broken from the pleasure.

As he’d rut his hips into you, he’d torture you with his words as his cock abused your pussy oh-so-good.

“Who owns these fuckin’ pretty pussies?” he’d snarl. “Who’s gonna make you cum for the fourth fuckin’ time tonight?”

When neither one of you are fast enough with your response, he’d wrap a hand around your throat and smack your friend’s pussy. “Say it! Say my fuckin’ name!” he’d bellow, his rasped voice echoing off of his bedroom walls.

“You, Katsuki!” you’d sob as he pummeled into you, gasping around his hand encircling your throat. “You’re gonna make your good little sluts cum! Please, please make us cum, Daddy Dynamight!”

That would make something snap in Bakugou because suddenly, he’d begin pounding into your pussy so quick and so roughly that his thrusts would send your pussy into hyperdrive with how mercilessly he was grazing your G-spot. Your friend would be facing the same treatment as Bakugou would continue to fingerfuck her senseless, his thumb generously rubbing her clit to orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he’d demand. “Both of you be good girls for me and fuckin’ cum for me right now.”

And you would. You and your friend would once again cum in unison as you’d explode all over Bakugou’s fingers and cock. You’d cum so much that you’d cream all over the sheets, making a mess of yourself as you clenched around your boyfriend’s cock. “Fuck, you got so tight,” he’d moan appreciatively. “Gonna make me cum too.”

“Do it, daddy,” you’d beg. “Cum deep inside of me…but don’t forget to leave some for her.” Your friend would be there beside you, on her side and watching with astonishment as Bakugou pummeled into you again and again. You’d be grasping his shoulders for dear life as the bed springs bounced with how rough he was fucking you, still pummeling your G-spot and turning it to mush.

Finally, with a gasp, Bakugou would reach his peak. “Fuck!” he’d shout before he’d clench you to his body, his fingers digging into your hips, as he’d cum deep, deep inside of you.

He’d fill you to the brim with rope after rope of hot cum, giving you the impression that he’d been needing it. You would weakly moan at the warm feeling flooding your pussy before he slowly pulled out of you, making the cum drip down your ass crack.

“Still not done,” he’d grunt, pumping his wet cock in your face. He’d nod at your friend, crooking his finger in a “come hither” motion that seemed to drive you insane.

Though both of you would be exhausted from cumming back to back and having Bakugou put you through the wringer, like two greedy, cum-hungry whores, you’d be sitting on your knees in front of him, hands flat on your thighs and tongues out. Bakugou would pump his semi-hard dick in your faces until he finally had a second mini-orgasm, groaning as spurts of cum were pumped onto your faces and waiting, heated tongues. A delirious giggle would leave your lips as you felt the hot spurts of nut splatter onto your face, tongue, cheeks, and tits.

“Come here,” Bakugou would growl. “Both of you. Gimme those lips.”

He’d lean down to kiss you both, leading to a three-way kiss as his tongue swirled with both of yours. He’d moan appreciatively at the taste of his cum on your mouths, earning soft, breathy moans from you in response. It’d be one of the hottest kisses you’d ever had in your life.

Finally, after recovering from his orgasms, Bakugou would fetch you both some lavender-scented baby wipes which you’d gratefully use on your skin to wipe his cum off of your skin. Then he’d lie back against the pillows, abs, and flaccid cock on display for the both of you. He’d open his arms out, a crooked smile on his face. “What the fuck are you just sittin’ here for?” he’d ask. “Can’t end tonight without a three-way cuddle. Come here, girls.”

Though suddenly feeling shy despite just having a fucking threesome, you’d crawl to your boyfriend and curl up on one side while your friend would take the other. Bakugou would sigh contently as he’d lie sandwiched between you, your tits pushing into his sides. “That was fuckin’ amazing,” he’d laugh. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life!”

You and your friend would giggle in the quiet of your and Bakugou’s master bedroom. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you’d sigh, giddy with happiness at your plan being a success. “I certainly did.”

“Me too,” your friend would reply, suddenly appearing shy as she traced shapes over Bakugou’s chest.

“You know…if you’d ever want to do this again, I could definitely make a date for your next birthday, Dynamight.”

You and Bakugou would share a look, shocked at her suggestion, but also extremely turned on. You’d share a smile before he’d turn to her, gripping her closer by her waist. “Call me Katsuki,” he’d purr to her. “And who said we had to wait till my next birthday?”

“We have about two hours until midnight,” you said, looking at the clock. “Technically, your birthday isn’t done yet, ‘Suki.”

At your words, you’d feel Bakugou’s cock suddenly lurch back to life against your thigh, hardening at the base. He’d smirk at you both, causing a pool of heat to make its way back into your aching pussy.

“Round two, ladies?” he’d ask, taking a handful of each of your asses and squeezing them. “After someone gets this fuckin’ plug outta my ass.”

You and your friend would bust out in laughter, realizing that yes, that butt plug was still deep in Bakugou’s ass. “And after that, we can finally enjoy that birthday cake,” you cooed as you coaxed Bakugou onto his knees, moving to get some body oil to slick up your fingers.

“I’m kinda in the mood for some other birthday cake,” he’d growl before giving your ass a smack, once again making your pussy clench impatiently for more.

Hours later, you three wouldn’t be sleeping until dawn.

A birthday surprise (and threesome) gone right, indeed.

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Karlach/Dammon: Burning Blue

A wish fulfillment fic to answer the question: what if Dammon was the lucky guy to break Karlach's ten-year celibacy streak?

NSFW smut, ~7500 words, from Karlach's precious POV. This takes place the same night that Dammon makes Karlach very touchable again. 🥰 Read here on AO3 instead.

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I’m nervous. Gods, I’m fucking nervous. No, no, don’t be nervous, Big K, you’ve got this. It’s nothing you haven’t done before! It’s just a good old-fashioned come-on, that’s all. Just a good old-fashioned invitation for Dammon to do the beast with two backs with you. No sweat, nothing to worry about, no reason to feel like your engine’s gonna thrum its way right out of your chest.

Ugh, fine, I’m nervous. I’ll admit it, all right? I’m nervous. But how can you blame me? It’s been a decade since I laid a finger on another living soul. One who wasn’t a hellspawn or trying to kill me, I should say. Yeah, the Avernus kind of laying-a-finger-on-someone is really not what I have in mind right now.

All right, there he is. I mean, of course he’s there, it’s his smithy setup in the barn, where the fuck else would be be? Shit, I’m so nervous. What if he says no? What if he doesn’t want to hit the bedroll with me? I might just crumble up into a pile of ash on the spot if he turns me down…

Ohhh, no you don’t. No more doubt. Not another negative word, you hear me? We’re doing this. Come on, soldier, shape up, be confident, all right? Just be your usual big beautiful bold badass self, just like Brynn said. Back straight, head high, tail-barb up: come on, girl, you can do this.

“Dammon! Hi! How’s the hammering going?” Nice, good start. Solid greeting, nothing weird about that.

“Karlach!” he says. “You’re back. I thought you were off to camp for the night.”

He’s smiling at me. Gods, does he ever have a nice smile. It’s like his whole face gets lit up with sunshine. And those eyes? Phwoar. I wonder if anyone’s ever told him how pretty his eyes are. Like two big blue jewels. Or like lightning turned into jewels. Wait, what’s all this nonsense I’m saying? I think I’ve been spending too much time with Gale. Ha, saying something would be a good idea right about now, wouldn’t it?

“Yeah, I’m back. I was wondering, do you — are you done for the day?” It looks like he’s done for the day. His forge is still hot, but it’s just coals now rather than a big old fire. Gods, I hope he’s done for the day.

“Yes, I’m just finishing up,” he says (yay!). “Did you need something repaired? I can rekindle the fire, it’s no problem—”

“No, no, all good. Everything’s tip-top, thanks to you. Listen, I was wondering: d’you want to have a drink with me?”

His whole face lights up, and my gods, I swear: if I had a heart, it would’ve done a fluttery thing like something from a romance book. “That sounds great. Let’s go on inside.” He hangs up his apron, and then we’re heading to the inn.

Yes! First step done, we’re off to a cracking good start! Here we go, inside the inn for a drink, just me and Dammon. How great is this? I mean, not that it’s not wonderful being with Brynn and Wyll and all the rest of those adorable little dumplings, but there’s something special to be said about being alone with just you and the person you’ve got mad horns for.

Here we are, at the door to the inn — and Dammon touches my shoulder. “Go ahead.”

He’s touching my shoulder. His hand, that strong callused hand on my shoulder. He’s touching me, he can touch me, and it’s all thanks to him. Gods, I want to ride him until the sun comes up.

Keep it together, Karlach. Stay cool until you find out if he wants this too. Ha, stay cool! I can sort of almost do that now! Enough for touching, at least, which is all I want in the world right now, and Dammon is touching my shoulder, and… and I should probably get inside the inn now.

I step inside — quick little rub of Darkmaw’s paw for luck. Ooh, Jaheira is still awake, I love her, she’s so damned cool!

Dammon leads me to one of the tables near the bar. “What can I get you? Wine? Beer? The beer is even cold, thanks to Jaheira—”

“Cold beer? Sign me the fuck up!”

He smiles — ugh, swoon! — and off he goes to the bar to find some beer. And here I am, sitting at this table, happier than the happiest clam that ever lived in the sandy banks of the Chionthar. Ha, that was a funny line! I mean, I think it was funny. I bet Wyll will, too. I’ll have to tell him about it — maybe he can add it to one of his stories!

Gods, this inn is nice: all candle-lit and quiet since it’s nighttime, real cozy-like. Perfect for telling a certain smith that he’s one of the kindest, warmest, most wonderful people you’ve ever met and that you fancy his pants off — literally, if he wants it that way. Ohh, I’m getting nervous again. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s going to be fine.

Dammon comes back and sets down two steins. “Are you all right?”

“I’m better than all right. I’m fantastic.” I lift my stein. “Cheers to you, Dammon. For everything. I really mean that.”

Another killer smile. “Cheers back to you, Karlach.” He taps his stein to mine, then brings it to his mouth, and I do the same — ohhh, beer. Cold beer, my gods, I’d forgotten exactly how good this was! I take another swallow and another — okay, honestly, I am so thirsty. And now I’m out of beer, and Dammon is smiling at me, and no, no, I can’t throw myself at him across the table, I can’t.

He chuckles and puts down his stein. “Can I get you another?”

“Naw, I’m good,” I laugh. “This was great, thanks.”

He nods and rests his elbows on the table (hellooo, rolled-up sleeves and forearms). “So what did you want to talk about? Do you have questions about your engine?”

“No, it’s not that.” No fucking way am I thinking about that right now. “I wanted to ask if, um…” Don’t be nervous, girl. You’ve got this. “You said before that I was — that I’m… touchable. Very touchable.”

Oh no, his smile’s fading. “Yeah, I did. I’m…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about that. Maybe I crossed a line…? This is a big — a huge deal for you, I know it must be overwhelming, the last thing you need—”

Wait wait wait! “Hang on, slow down. You think you crossed a line?”

“I… didn’t I? That’s not what you wanted to say?”

“Hells, no!” Woah, voice down, there are people sleeping in the room next door. “Are you kidding?” I say (quietly). “If that’s what you call crossing the line, I want you to cross all the lines.”

He looks gobsmacked now, which is really fucking cute. “You do?”

“Yeah, I do. I really, really do. If you want to, I mean. I don’t — I mean, I know I’m a lot of heat to handle, but I…” Fuck, my engine feels like it’s roaring. Please, gods, let him want this too. “I want to be with you, Dammon. I… It’s been so long since I was with anyone, and — and now that I can be with someone, I… I want it to be you.”

He doesn’t say anything. He’s staring at me like a fish, actually. Oh fuck, am I totally off base here? Noooo. “No pressure, though! No — I mean, if you’re not into… If I’m jumping the hatchet here, that’s totally fine, it’s not a problem—”

“No!” he blurts. “It’s not that. Believe me, Karlach, it’s not that I don’t want to. I mean — what I mean is that I…” He’s smiling again, thank all the fucking gods. “I would love to be with you, actually. I just… I can’t believe it’s me you want.”

I would love to be with you. I would love to be with you. He said that, right? Those were the words he said? Dammon the amazing smith with the amazing sinew-y hands said that to me, right? Oh shit, he’s still talking.

He gestures at me. “I mean, look at you. You’re Karlach. The Karlach, the destroyer of demons and devilspawn. You’re a hero.”

Oh my gods. Is that really what he thinks? “Wha—? Oh come on! It’s not like that.”

“It is like that,” he insists. “Haven’t you spoken to the kids? Mattis and Ide and them? I mean, I know you have, but you know they worship you, right? You’re like a goddess to them.” He looks around like he’s checking for spies, then lowers his voice. “Honestly? I think you’re better for them than a goddess, because you’re real to them. You mean something to them, Karlach. You’ve given them someone to look up to. That’s no small thing for a group of tiefling kids with no parents to look up to anymore.”

Fuck, I’m gonna cry. He doesn’t even know about Mum and Dad, and he hit the nail right on the fucking head.

He touches my hand — oh fuck, he’s not just touching my hand, but holding my hand. Turning my hand over on the table, his fingers sliding over my palm, his fingers curling into mine like he did right after he fixed me… Gods, my entire throat is full of fucking tears.

“I would love to be with you, Karlach,” he says in the softest voice. “If you’re sure this is what you want.”

Oh, hells. He’s going to make me weep. Swallow it down, soldier, gulp those tears down! “Let’s get outta here. Will you come back to my camp?”

“Actually…” Ooh, what’s this cheeky look on his face? Cute! “Would you be interested in a bed?”

What? No way! “A bed? You’ve got a claim on one of the beds here?”

“Sort of. Me and the other grown-ups have a rotation with one of the rooms upstairs. Taking turns having a little peace and privacy for a night.”

“You and the grown-ups?”

“Yeah — well, we offered to the kids, too, but they want to stay together on the main floor, where the Harpers are. Can’t really blame them, either. But anyway, um, what I was trying to say is, um.” He clears his throat. “If you’d rather use a bed than a bedroll, there’s—”

I’m already on my feet. “Bed. You and me. Now.”

He smiles — gods, that brilliant smile. And he’s on his feet too now, we’re heading for the stairs — oh my gods, he’s holding my hand again. Dammon is holding my hand, his fingers are between my fingers, how fucking nice is this? How long have I been thinking about this — no, dreaming about this? Easy, Karlach, keep those tears in your eyes.

He gives me a little smile as we walk up the stairs. “Fair warning that it was Rolan’s turn in the bed last night, so it might smell a little magical.”

What! Is that a thing? Gale and Brynn never said that was a thing! “Really? What does magic smell like?”

“Oh, no, I — I’m just joking.” Dammon smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “It was a bad joke. Sorry. Pretend you didn’t—”

I kiss him. How could I not kiss him? He’s so — oh, gods, he’s kissing me. His lips, my lips, his hands in mine, we’re — we’re kissing, we’re kissing! Dammon the smith is kissing me, and he’s… Would it be naff as all the hells if I said he was dreamy? Fuck it, who cares if it’s naff? He is gods-damned dreamy. As much as his hands are callused, his lips are so fucking soft, and I’m… I am melting. I swear, I’m melting, he’s making my lips melt apart like a hot knife in butter, he’s touching his tongue to mine… Gods, his hands though? How he uses them? This is fucking magic. His thumbs are sliding over my wrists, his palms skimming up my arms, over my shoulders, oh gods, oh gods oh gods…!

His hands cradle my neck, and his tongue slides into my mouth, and I’m — I’m… I can’t think. I can’t think, I can’t — I can just feel. I feel him: his lips his tongue his hands — how close he is, the nearness of his body to mine, I feel… fuck, I feel everything, every touch of his fingers and every stroke of his tongue, and I — he — shit, was that me? That little kitten-y sound: was that actually me? I’ve never made a sound like that in my life.

He breaks the kiss, presses his horns to mine. “Are you all right?”

I’m a puddle. I can’t talk. I just nod.

He smiles (arghhh, as if I’m not melted enough already!). “You’re burning blue,” he whispers.

Huh? “Huh?”

“You’re burning blue.” He rests his palm on my chest — oh shit, I really am burning blue. I… I’m burning blue but — but I’m not burning him!

“You’re…” My hand’s fucking shaking as I press it over his. “You don’t feel that? Not even a little singe?”

“Not even a little singe.” His eyebrows do that little mischief-quirky thing. “I told you, I’m good.”

I laugh. I can’t help it: I’m as giddy as a kid on her birthday. “Oh ho-ho, boy, you don’t know what you’re doing by saying things like that in a voice like that.” I step closer to him.

His gorgeous smile gets even bigger. “Or maybe I know exactly what I’m doing,” he says, still in that voice — oh, gods yes, his hands are on my neck again, so callused and so fucking gentle—

“Ahem.”

Fuck, Jaheira’s right behind us! “J-Jaheira! I mean, uh, ma’am!” Shit, should I bow to her? What should I do? She’s looking at me!

She smiles — the Jaheira is smiling at me! — then tilts her head. “Karlach, is it?”

She remembers my name! Snap to attention, soldier! “Yes ma’am, that’s me.”

She nods to Dammon too. “Dammon. Good evening. Let it be known that no one begrudges you your fun, but perhaps you should have it elsewhere that isn’t right at the top of the stairs. The only stairs that leads to the upper floor…?”

All right, now I’m going to melt from embarrassment. “Of course! Right! Uh, right! Uh—”

Dammon cuts me off, thank fuck. “Sorry, Jaheira,” he says. “We’ll get out of your way. Out of the way, I mean.” He takes my hand again, and I’m following him down the hall to one of the rooms: a simple little room with a nice cushy-looking double bed.

He leads me inside and closes the door. We look at each other. And we just crack up, we just totally — we’re both laughing like loons, just laughing so hard I can hardly fucking breathe. Augh, my ribs are starting to hurt, I’m laughing so hard!

“Here, sit down,” Dammon chuckles. He leads me over to the bed, and I let him guide me there.

Then I push him down and straddle him.

His gorgeous eyes get big. “Oh! Are you—”

I kiss him again — gods, he’s so delicious. Soft lips, hot tongue, strong hands: oh, I could just die for the touch of his hands. They’re circling my waist, they’re gripping my hips, they’re curling around my thighs… Fuuuck, gods, I’m sparking. Feels like everything’s sparking, like everywhere he touches is shooting with sparks, and I can’t… I can’t wait. I can’t wait anymore. I need more, I need his fucking hands, I need his hands on my skin.

I rip off my top and chuck it on the floor, and his baby-blues drop to my tits. “W-wow. I—”

I grab his collar and I shove my tongue into his mouth — fuck, his tongue tangling with mine: mm, just imagine feeling that sweet tongue in other places… Hellfire take me, I need this man more than I need air.

I climb off of him and start unbuttoning the ol’ trousers, and he grabs my hands. “Hey, hey. Easy, Karlach. Slow down. You don’t need to rush.”

Easy? Slow down? He’s kidding, right? It’s like I’ve never known the meaning of the word. “I…” Fuck, I’m breathing hard, I’m breathing so hard, and every breath feels like it’s making me hotter. Easy, Karlach, slow it down for him.

I gulp down a breath. “I hear you, soldier. But I have to tell you, I… Sometimes it feels like I’ve only got two modes: off, and on-on-on. I don’t…” Damn it, Karlach, breathe. “You might need to show me how to do this slowing-down thing.”

He smiles, and I swear, something inside of me absolutely melts. He’s got this way about him when he smiles, like his smile makes his face softer even when he’s showing his teeth, and it just… It’s such a special smile, you know? Like the way it feels when your mum watches you eating your favourite meal that she made? That’s how Dammon’s smile feels, and I swear on my life, if I still had a heart, it would be swelling up to five times its normal size.

He shifts off of the bed. “I’m happy to show you,” he says, and gods save me, he’s using that voice again. “Maybe I can start with…?” He gestures at my trousers and gives me a can-I? kind of look.

“Yes,” I say loudly. “Fuck yes.”

A big brilliant smile, and then he’s — ah, fuck yes, he’s undoing the buttons on my pants. He’s popping the buttons one by one, not even touching me as he does it, but I swear to all the gods, watching him do this is making me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life. And that includes when Zariel first put this fucking engine in my chest. No, don’t think about Zariel, forget about her.

Dammon pops the last button, then looks at me. “Can I take them off?”

“Please. Rip them off for all I care!”

He grins — gods, he’s a stupidly beautiful man. He’s pulling down my shabby trousers now, finally, pulling the damn things down over my hips and my ass and — oh. Oh my gods, oh my gods he’s kneeling in front of me this is not a drill!.

He sighs. “Karlach, you’re… really beautiful, you know that?”

He’s kneeling in front of me. Dammon is kneeling in front of me. He’s looking at me, his hand is curled around my ankle, and — oh, fuck me, his tail-barb is tracing my calf, his tail is coiling around my calf. His tail, his hand, his — even just his beautiful blue eyes on my skin: he’s seeing me, all of me, my bare fucking skin that nobody’s seen for ten fucking years.

“Are you all right?” His tail-barb strokes my knee, his hand squeezes my calf — fuck, I can’t cope with this.

I grab his shirt and pull. “Please, I — please, Dammon!”

He stands up. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”

I kiss him again. I know, I know, I keep fucking doing it, I keep sticking my tongue down his throat, but he’s so… I… Fuck, his hands are on my hips, on my back, he’s — shit, he’s stroking my shoulder blades. His fingers are tracing over my vents like it’s the most normal thing in the world to touch a woman with fucking vents in her skin, and I’m… I feel so… It’s like I’m full, my chest, my tummy, it’s like I’m so, so full — but it just reminds me of how empty I’ve been for so long. And I need him to… I need more. I have to have more. I need him to remind me of how good it is to feel this fucking full.

I grip his collar. “I need you naked. Right now.”

He laughs: argh, that laugh, how soft it is, how sweet! “I thought you wanted me to show you ‘slow’.”

“You can show me slow with your kit off.” I know what I sound like, I sound desperate as all the hells, but I do not fucking care. A river of blue heat is running through my veins, and my skin is fucking vibrating for more: more of him, more of his skin touching mine — gods, I want to slide against him like we’ve both been fucking greased.

“All right,” he chuckles. “You talked me into it.” He takes off his scarf, then starts taking off his vest, and I start working on his belt. I’m just helping, right? Just being a good old helper, that’s me. Ha, his belt is off, his vest is off, just a pesky shirt and trousers now — oh-ho, he’s a fast one with the shirt, we love a man who can strip like a fast-changer at the circus! It’s just the trousers left now. I grab for his laces —

Oh yes, he’s kissing me. His hands on my neck, his tongue so fucking sweet and slow in my mouth — gods alive, kissing is fantastic, so fucking fantastic it’s unreal. He’s pulling me close, his hands on my hips and his chest — fuuuck me Dammon, his sternal ridges are rubbing my nipples.

I can’t fucking cope. I can’t fucking cope, I can’t think, it feels so fucking good, I’m making that noise again like a hungry kitten begging for milk…

He peels his lips from mine. “See? I knew you could do it.”

“Do what?” I whimper. Yes, I whimpered like a kitten, all right? Whatever, shut up about it.

“You’re going slow,” he says in that voice. “You’re doing it right now.”

I’ve not a clue what he’s talking about. I’ve never felt less slow in my whole fucking life. “What do you mean?”

“My trousers,” he says. “You stopped trying to take them off.”

I burst out laughing. (It’s mostly hysteria, I’m fucking telling you.) “It’s not ‘cause I want to stop! I just can’t, uh…” Oh gods oh gods: his tail. His tail-barb is caressing my butt and giving me shivers — gods, what a life! When was the last time I got a shiver about anything? — oh my fucking gods, his tail is twining around my thigh.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I’m alive with desire, I’m so fucking alive, and all he’s doing is curling his tail around my upper thigh. But his tail is so close — he’s so close, the smooth heat of his tail curling so fucking close to where I’m burning so hot…

That kitten noise squeaks out of me again. “Dammon, please…” I stroke his chest — my palms on his chest, my fingers on the ridges of his ribs, I’m touching him. I’m pressed against him from thigh to chest, I’m pulling him closer with my tail, I’m petting the ridges of his back and his shoulder blades — ooh, he’s got wingtips!

“You have wingtips!” I gasp. “Aw, how lucky are you? My mum always said these were good luck!”

He laughs that precious little laugh. “My grandmother said the same. Said it means I’ll be able to fly in my next life.”

“Aww, I love that. Makes me extra-wish I had a pair myself.” I trace the sharp little hooks with my fingers, then keep running my hands over the ridges of his back. Damn, skin is amazing. It’s really an amazing, amazing thing, and nobody even bothers to think about how amazing it is. Skin and muscles, too, like these nice wiry ropes of muscles in his upper back and his arms… Phwoar, his arms are bloody fit. I mean, of course they are, he’s a fucking smith, but still: I didn’t realize just how damn fit he was under his clothes. And these veins in his forearms? The way they pop, and the burn scars on his forearms and his hands? He might even have more scars on his arms and hands than I do, which is saying a hell of a lot.

Hellfire fucking take me, he is gods-damned beautiful. The scars, the ridges of his spine and his sternum, the wiry muscle of his smithy’s bod — not just his body, either, but his jaw, his nose, that heart-melting jewel-eyed smile…

Oops. Embarrassing. I went totally silent while I was touching him. “Sorry. Went into my own little world for a minute there.”

Another soft laugh. “Don’t even think about being sorry,” he says, and he lifts his hand… Ohhh, he’s touching my cheek. He’s holding my cheek in his palm, just cradling my cheek like it’s a baby bird… How long has it been since I’ve had a hand on my cheek? A nice hand, mind you, not a blood-covered clawed hand trying to gouge my eyes out. Too fucking long, that’s how: too fucking long with no caring hands to touch me or hold me or hug me when things got fucking rough. But that’s all over now, thanks to Dammon. I can touch and be touched, I can kiss and be kissed, I can climb this rip-roaringly gorgeous man in front of me, and I swear to every god that’s listening that that’s what I’m going to do all night long.

I kiss him and pull him close with my hands and tail. I stroke his spine with my tail-barb, I lick his tongue like it’s the sweetest thing in all the realms, I rub myself against him like I’m some pent-up kid who doesn’t know what they’re doing yet, and it all feels fucking fantastic. And he’s touching me too, his claws scratching my neck so super-gently while we kiss, his hands on my back, my hips — wowee, his hands on my ass! I want that, yes more—!

He palms my backside and pulls me tight to his body — fuck, he’s hard. He’s hard he’s hard he’s hard, I can feel him rubbing against my ladybits through his trousers — augh he’s still wearing trousers, fuck my life upside down!

I break from his kiss. “Take your trousers off,” I beg. “Just take them off already, all right? I need them off, I can’t — I really really want them off!”

“I’ll take them off. It’s all right,” he says in this dreamy calm-soothing voice, and his tail starts uncurling from around my thigh—

Fuck fuck fuck oh my gods yes his tail is sliding between my legs. It’s — fuck, his tail, he’s petting my cunt with his tail, it’s sliding between my legs and stroking me as it unwinds from my thigh and oh my gods it feels so good, how am I supposed to survive—? “Mm ah fuck!”

His tail is gone. His arms are around me. “Was that okay?”

I am fucking gasping. “You tease,” I choke out.

He laughs, his lips close to mine. “Not a tease. I’m going to carry through, I promise.” Mmm, he’s kissing me again, he’s so fucking yummy, and he’s untying his trousers and I’m vibrating and I can hardly keep fucking still—

He pushes his trousers down and his cock is out. His cock, it’s hard, he’s hard — oh my god his cock. It’s gorgeous. I mean, it’s a cock, cocks are always a little funny-looking, I don’t know how folks who’ve got ‘em can cope with them, but Dammon’s is out and it’s gorgeous — fuck me yes he’s stroking it I want to do that.

I push his hand away, replace it with mine, and he gasps. “Ah—”

I kiss him. I’m stroking him, I’m walking him back toward the bed, he falls onto the bed and I’m climbing onto him and gasping into his mouth and stroking this thick pretty cock of his—

His hands are in my hair. “Karlach, slow down,” he gasps. “Slow down for a minute, all right?”

Fuuuck, fuck fuck, I can’t. No, I have to, I have to slow down for him. “Help me,” I beg. “I don’t know how.”

“It’s all right,” he pants, and he presses his horns to mine. “Just breathe with me for a second, okay?”

I nod. Breathe, I can do that, that’s totally something I can do. Just breathe. I close my eyes, I feel the sweet ridges of his horns against mine, I feel his breath tickling my lips because he’s breathing too, I feel — woah yes, that’s his tail. His tail-barb is tracing my lower spine, tracing lower still — eep he poked my bum!

I burst out a laugh. “You rotter!”

He laughs, too: fuck me, I adore his laugh. He’s laughing against my lips, his tail-barb is gliding down over my bum… oh fuck, it’s moving down to my thigh, around my thigh, drifting between my legs, is he going to—? Oh gods Dammon please yes!

“Yes!” I gasp — fuck, his tail, he’s petting my cunt with his tail oh my gods I’m going to explode.

“Easy, Karlach,” he whispers. His hands cradle my neck, perfect callused hands, fuck his tail is petting me, caressing me, touching parts of me that I’ve been dreaming of being touched for years — ah yes that’s the fucking spot right there, right there fuck right there yes!

“Dammon,” I mewl — yes, I fucking mewled like a cat, I’m mewling and my back is arching like I’m a bitch in heat, but really? That’s exactly what I am. I’m in fucking heat for this man. I’m burning for him, burning for more of this, burning alive with his tail petting that red-hot little button of love. Dammon’s breathing hard, too, his fingers gripping my hair and his hips moving under me while his tail-barb does its work between my legs. It’s like he’s getting desperate too, so desperate that he can’t keep still while his tail is petting me, and I love that he’s getting desperate. I want him to unravel just like I’m doing now. I want to hear him moaning, I want to see him bucking his hips for more, I want — I want him so badly, I want this so much, it’s happening right now and I still want it like it’s out of my reach. How does that make any sense? Why am I longing for something while it’s happening right now, right here, with this insanely beautiful man I’ve been fantasizing about since I first clapped eyes on him?

Oh fuck, why am I getting emotional?

He strokes my hair. “Hey, are you okay?”

Oh gods, there’s a moan to his voice already. He’s breathing hard like he’s the one being touched, like he’s the one who’s getting tail-fucked more perfectly than even my best fantasies — ah, fuck me, his touch, the way his tail is rubbing my clit just right, it’s so — he’s so, so fucking perfect, he feels so right, this feels so right: Dammon’s hands in my hair, his body under mine, his tail petting my cunt and his lips breathing into mine… My gods, I’m so… he’s so, this is, I’m… fuck, I’m so close, I’m getting closer, I’m going to fucking blow I’m going to—

Yes. Yes yes yesyesyesfuckmeican’tbreatheohmygods kiss me Dammon fucking kiss me—

His tongue in my mouth. Moaning, is that me or him? No idea, who cares, I’m a fucking inferno. Everything sparking, like lightning under my skin and scorching my throat in the best fucking way, all because of him.

His lips leave mine. His voice, husky and soft. “You all right?”

I whimper. Still vibrating. No words, can’t talk. Need him to fuck me.

He strokes my broken horn, strokes my cheek. “You’re burning blue, Karlach.”

I sure fucking am. Burning blue, burning alive in ways that I didn’t think I ever would again, and it’s all because of him. It’s all him, it’s Dammon — his sunshine smile, his jewel-pretty eyes the colour of a summer sky: I’m burning blue, all because of him.

I nuzzle his ear. “I’m going to ride you until you see stars, soldier.”

He laugh-moans. “Yes please. I’m all for that.”

He’d better be, because I can’t hold back now. I can’t do slow now. I am on, on-on-on like I’ve never been before, and I’m sitting upright on his lap and I’m stroking his cock while he grips my thighs — gods I want to taste him, I want his come in my mouth, no no I’ll save that for later, I need him inside of me right fucking now—

Fuck yes he’s inside me fuck yes. Dammon is inside of me, and he feels like fucking heaven.

He groans, and it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Gods, Karlach!”

I take it back: hearing my name like that is the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. I stroke his chest — beautiful chest, beautiful ridges of his ribs — then I brace myself on his abs and start fucking him hard.

He groans, arches his neck in a way that makes me want to bite him (ha, don’t tell Astarion!): oh, my sweet fucking gods, he feels amazing. His cock is driving into me so hard, so sweet and hard that I’m making noise with every stroke, and he’s making noise too and gripping my thighs — ah, his tail, it’s coiling around my forearm in a way that makes my tummy flutter, and his eyelids are fluttering too like he’s really letting loose, which I love to see. I love seeing him like this, I love seeing him looking as good as he makes me feel, and fuck does he ever make me feel good. His thick fucking cock, the hot driving punch of it reaching so deep… Holy fucking hells, I missed this, I missed it so fucking much, and it’s so much better than I remembered. Dammon’s solid body under mine, his strong smithy’s hands on my hips and thighs, his tail squeezing my arm like the way he holds my hand, and those eyes: his beautiful eyes, the way he’s watching me under his half-lidded eyes while I ride him like my life hinges on his cock… Fuck me, did it ever really feel like this? Was it ever really this good?

Wait, wait a second: was sex ever this fucking good before?

I’m staring at Dammon now. Just staring at this kind and gorgeous man who’s filling me up within an inch of my life, and I… I don’t know that it’s ever been like this. I don’t know that it ever has been this good before. Sex is always great, don’t get me wrong, but it’s never… My gods, it’s never been like this. It’s never felt so… so close. So right. Fuck, it’s never felt as right as it does right now with him — how fucking weird is that? We’re in an abandoned inn in a place that’s been cursed to the shadows for a hundred years, and it’s somehow the most right that I’ve ever felt while being naked with another soul.

Wait, though: it gets even weirder. I’m with Dammon, an infernal smith who I might never have even spoken to if it wasn’t for the engine in my chest — the engine that’s slowly burning me alive. If I didn’t have this damned thing in my chest, I wouldn’t be here with him. We wouldn’t be here together doing this.

I’m having the time of my fucking life right now with the most wonderful man I’ve ever met because of something that’s going to kill me.

No, no no no, stop it brain, don’t think about it—

“Hey.” He’s sitting up on one elbow — no, he’s pushing himself upright and reaching for my cheek. “Hey, hey now, are you okay—”

I kiss him. I shove my tongue into his mouth and grip his neck, and I fuck him like there’s no tomorrow. I fuck him like this is it, like this is the only chance we’ll have and I have to show him how much this means, how good this is and how good it is because of him, because it’s him, Dammon: it’s Dammon’s body under mine, and his hand and his tail holding me, it’s all him, and I need him to know that there’s nothing I wanted more in this world than to be with him.

He breaks from my lips with the most incredible groan. “Ah, Karlach—”

I nuzzle his ear. “I want you so bad, Dammon. I want you more than anything.”

He groans again — gods, if only you could bottle a noise and keep it for later. “I’m all yours. I promise.”

My gods, what a promise. What a thing to say, what a thing to hear from someone who’s so fucking good. And now I don’t know what to say, my tongue’s a knot, my throat’s getting thick — gods, just fuck him already, just wring the pleasure out of him like he did for you.

I fuck him. I’m riding him hard. I’m bouncing on his beautiful cock and staring at his beautiful face while it crinkles up with pleasure — come for me, Dammon, I want you to. I really want him to, I want his come more than anything in the world, I want him to let it all go inside of me — oh yes, good boy, he’s getting even harder, he’s getting harder inside of me oh my gods fuck I know he’s going to come—

“A-ah, please, y-yes—!” He kisses me, Dammon is kissing me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and his hand firm at the back of my neck, he’s shuddering and pulsing deep inside — yes, I can feel him giving me his come, and I want it all. I’m fucking hungry for it, for every last drop of him, every little bit of proof that this was me and him together: Dammon and Karlach, Karlach and Dammon, two hells-touched tieflings finding our little place of light among the shadows.

He breaks our kiss and presses his horns to mine again. “Gods,” he pants. “Gods alive. You are… incredible.” He laughs, this husky I’m-out-of-breath-because-I’ve-been-fucking kind of laugh, and I swear I’d give my unbroken horn to be able to hear that laugh every day for the rest of my life, no matter how long or short it is.

He leans away a little and strokes my hair. “How are you feeling?”

Gods, look at him: he’s perfect. He said I was burning blue, but I swear on my life, his eyes are incandescent. They’re the brightest, most electric blue I’ve ever seen in my life, and it’s like they’re scorching my soul, branding this amazing moment deep into me so that it’ll never be forgotten, no matter what comes next.

Fuck, I feel so full. I’m so… my chest, my throat, my entire fucking soul feels full. Oh no, my eyes feel full too, oh no — don’t do this, Karlach, don’t you dare.

“I—” Oh fuck, I’m sobbing. I’m sobbing? Why now, why?

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here, it’s okay.” He’s tucking my head against his neck — oh my gods, I’m falling apart. He’s hugging me, his tail is stroking my back like he’s comforting a child, which is funny ‘cause I’m weeping like a baby. No, not weeping: I’m fucking bawling. That’s fantastic, Karlach, that’s just great, let’s just bawl all over the gorgeous smith while his cock is still in me.

Okay, that’s kind of funny, but… Fuck, I can’t stop crying. It’s all just coming out now, everything, all the stuff that’s been going on: the tadpole, my engine, the shadow curse and how fucking awful it is here, Lae’zel almost dying at the crèche and Mizora being a fucking bitch to Wyll and Astarion making his snarky little jokes like he’s not dead-scared of Cazador. I’m just fucking sobbing, I’m howling for me and them and everything, and more stuff keeps coming out: Gortash, Zariel, Avernus, Mum and Dad — everything, it’s just fucking everything, it’s all the things, so much shit I haven’t cried about for years, and it’s all coming out on poor Dammon because he’s hugging me.

Dammon is hugging me. He’s just hugging me while I cry all over him, hugging me tight like I haven’t been hugged in fucking years, and I don’t know if I can stop.

I do stop, eventually, when it feels like every tear in my body is on his neck instead of in my eyes. When I finally stop crying, he speaks. “Are you all right?”

Gods be damned, his soft voice, his hand petting my back… He’s going to make me cry again. “I’m okay,” I say. “Stuffy, but okay.” I lift my head — eurgh, yep, lots of tears and snot on his neck. Real attractive, Karlach, really sexy stuff.

“Sorry.” I wipe my face real quick and start wiping his neck. “Sorry. That’s gross. I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says. “You needed that. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Oh hells, now he’s wiping my cheeks… Did someone make this man on purpose to turn me into the world’s meltiest puddle? He’s wiping my cheeks and looking at me in that so-soft way with his beautiful soft eyes… Oh boy, I’m a goner. If I wasn’t already all fluttery for him, I’m a total loss now.

He strokes my shoulder. “Do you have to head back to your camp?”

No way. I don’t want to go back. I want to stay here with him and make this night last forever. Don’t say that, though, you’ll sound like a limpet. “I can stay for a while,” I say, all casual-like. “If you want, I mean. I — unless you have to sleep? You probably have to get up early for the forge—”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “I can get up whenever, that doesn’t matter. Either way, if you — if you don’t have to get back, maybe…” He clears his throat — aw, he’s looking shy! Why is he looking shy? “Maybe you’d like to stay the night? With me, I mean?”

He wants me to stay? He wants me to stay! “Yes! I mean—” Oh gods, I’m laughing now. “Yes. I’d love to stay with you.”

He smiles — oh gods, that killer smile. He’s going to destroy me with that smile before the night is through, I swear. “Great! That’s — that’s really great. Okay.” He laughs a little and strokes my arm. “Maybe I can take my trousers off, if that’s okay with you?”

“Your—?” I twist around on his lap to look — ha, oh shit, his trousers are down around his calves, and he’s still wearing his boots!

I laugh and climb off of him. “You didn’t take them off? Bit eager, are we?”

“Me? You didn’t give me a chance! So much for slowing down.” He’s grinning now as he pulls off his boots, and he’s so damned pretty that all I can do is smile back at him. Gods, I really am a goner.

He drops his boots on the floor. He’s totally naked now, naked and warm and perfect, and I don’t want to waste another second not touching all of that perfect naked skin.

I straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck, and he smiles and strokes my hip. “Back for a second round already? I’m game, but I’ll need a little more time.”

I press my horns to his. “Dammon, I…” No, Karlach, don’t say it. Don’t tell him what you’re feeling, it’s way too soon. It is too soon, right? It’s too soon to know if this is just lust or if it’s something more, right? Something so much more, so much bigger that it feels like it’s filling my entire damn body… I can’t know yet for sure that this is what I think it is, can I? Fuck, I’m breathing all shaky. Stop it, K, don’t cry again, just don’t.

He strokes my neck — gods, his magical hands on my skin, I can’t get enough. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “Take your time. Talk when you’re ready.”

I nod, and I kiss him. For the dozenth time tonight, I’m kissing Dammon, melting under his soft lips and tasting his tongue and feeling every inch of my skin coming to life under his hands, and I can’t be fucking bothered with talking. Who cares about words or talking or even thinking when there’s this, when there’s him? Not me, that’s for sure. All that matters is being here with Dammon, skin-to-skin with him like all my hottest dreams, and I don’t give a shit about anything else.

Tonight, I’m burning blue for him. And that’s all that fucking matters.

#karlach/dammon #karlach x dammon #heartforge #dammon bg3 #bg3 dammon #karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach bg3 #bg3 karlach #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #pikapeppa writes

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monratarot · 1 month

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Hi! Thanks for the free read

I am AD, born on 5 June 1997. A few days ago, I broke up with my boyfriend, who I thought could be leveling up to serious commitment.

What I wanna ask is, what will happen in my love life for 1 year ahead?

Thank you again for the free read 🥰🥰

Hello, dear ! Thank you for your request. Hope that my reading will help you and bring clearance to your situation.

Feedback is very much appreciated and if you consider tipping me, you can do so on my ☕️ko-fi.

Count of questions/requests and answers 6/15.

Without wasting any time, let's get into your reading!🎀💌💓

I can see that you are going to deal with someone older than you(can be age but it can also signify that they are more mature than you), someone that will offer you a lot of love, someone that you won't be able to let go because they will come to you with a solid love offer. This person can be a creative man, a poet, or a person who dreams deeply. They will bring vitality, passion, appetite for life, someone who will be a deeply sensual type and who is not ashamed of his pleasure or his body. At their worst they become lost, they are living only for the pleasure of the moment without thinking about the future. You must care for your dreams, otherwise you will lose the ability to create them.

You and your partner will work together and you will get the emotional fulfillment that you need from them. They will be a shoulder to lean on while you are dealing with a stressful period. They empathize and understand you. They can be a water sign(Cancer, Pisces, or Scorpio). This person can have medium-colored hair, they are someone dynamic, active, and radiate confidence. They had been tried emotionally, but this person is cool, a little bit shy, secure in his emotions, with a great sense of humor. They can be silly once you get to know them. They will admire you a lot especially if you keep working for yourself and your dreams and there are even some signs of a marriage proposal.

Of course, like every relationship, there can be some conflicts, arguments, disturbances, and careless words that could be used against you and your person later. You and your person need to be careful when expressing when you are angry, it can lead to a situation where you could end up saying something you may later regret. You will spend more time worrying about what others think or feel about you or your situation. This can be like a test for your connection because it can teach you to focus more on yourself and your person and also on improving communication with your other half.

The good news is that there will be a new start for your connection after this period. The only thing you need to do is to take control of this situation and find a solution together. This decision will change your life forever. There will be an intense period(which will bring a sexy and sensual feel to your love life). Just be careful to find as many things in common with your person as you can. Don't let life pass over you, find things that you can do together. Your person can work as an entrepreneur, sports coach, fitness instructor, life coach, or motivational speaker.

Things will be good in the end, you just need to focus on the healthy things in your relationship, spend a lot of time together doing common activities, and don't forget to communicate as openly and as much as you can with each other.

Angel affirmation: It is time for your life to flow with prosperity, love, and success. Choose to do what fulfills you most and the angels will bring joy, satisfaction, and success. Enhance your prosperity by receiving graciously, giving out willingly, and saying thank you for everything. Enjoy all you have and more will come to you.

Affirmation: I deserve love, prosperity, and success.

Wish you only the best!🍀

Moni🧚‍♀️

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bacchanal-if · 5 months

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Hi! How are you!?? Hope you had a lovely year so far~ as for me is ok as of now, lots to do and none of the motivation but i am healthy?lol better than nothing haha

i do feel really guilty for no giving any feedback about the update... sorry!!!!

i am so sorry bacchus i am the worst so embarrasing, i swear that this if & the characters live in my head 24/7 i love it so so much

But when i try to comment is like i forget all the words?! Broken brain i swear lol

SPOILERS AHEAD i think?

Welll i was just passing for the nsfw blog & bacchus omg i love it, giggling kicking my feet, all of them are sooo 🔥🔥🔥 but i am really really soft for all of them also?! All these feelings lol

So i just played the update a bit & loved it~ francis is my most beloved (only)parent and if i am forced to separate of them i am gonna riot i swear

Ellis my sweet little sister~ i love her your honor~ hope i can be a lovely enough sibling to her

Mother dearest can choke for all i care, and father as well, hilarious that he got played by E(i asume tho) thats totally a point in favor of E gotta admit

Played the animal whisperer (lmao i forgot the right word!) & i love it so much?!whiskers and Bulwark my beloveds omg thats so cute i love love love it

That cliffy tho!totally killed me T my love~

Also loved the options given to mc about their take & hopes about love & their fears? Thank you~

Cannot wait to meet the rest of the cast!!! I am so curious~

Forgive me but i cannot remember if you plan to make ros povs? And can we expect a oportunity to be with ellis?(like hang out? I swear i forgot the word lol) i love her & wish her all the happiness

All in all i love your writings, i wish i had the words to make them justice but all i have is this word vomit lmao i am sorry!!!

Mmm i was planning to make some notes about my mc from bacchanal, would it be alright to tag you? It is mostly hcs but if i say nonsense i would love if you give me some thoughs? Is not biggie if not though

Thank you for your work!!!! I am marching to ask smth in the nsfw blog rn so see you there ;)

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Hello!! 🥰

My year has been great so far and I'm finally getting rid of this cold. I hope you get the inspir/motivation you need! You are not the worst at anything, I assure you!

I am so humbled that you love my characters so. I have to say that I'm tempted to pay for portraits of Whiskers and Bulwark just because. And Ellis just needs someone to be their friend 💜 (they are nb btw!)

As for RO POVs... I am always open to them, as I love reading them, but I think for this I am going to keep it to the MC's POV so you are always in the driver's seat.

However... I did say I love reading them, didn't I? After the story is wrapped up I fully intend on making additional paid content with the RO's POVs as well as some pivotal scenes that happen before and during the course of the story but outside of the MC's view. It would be in the form of a new IF where you can upload your save file/put in your character details to make it more personalized.

The MC and Ellis should have at least one scene together before the Bacchanal, but in which chapter(s) I'm not 100% sure. I know what the scene will look like, but I still need to figure out when it should happen. Don't worry, Ellis fans!

Please do show me your notes! I would adore reading any of them!! The tag I follow is #bacchanal-if.

As always, thank you for your interest in my work 💜

#author speaks #answered #sweet message 💌

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christinesficrecs · 2 years

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Glad youre okay now and i am hoping youre doing well!

Are there any sterek fanfic with stiles being total badass human and in the pack with derek as the alpha? Thanks hope you have a good day 💛

Thank you!!! 🥰

Let’s be honest, I live and breathe magic!stiles so you might be asking too much! But hopefully one of these works for you! 💙

with bloody feet across the hallowed ground by owlpostagain | 29.9K

There were no last words. No more pleas, no more screaming. Just the sound of Stiles squeezing the trigger, the explosion of a second shot rocketing out of the revolver, and the hunters bursting through the open doorway just in time to see the bullet slam squarely into the center of Derek’s chest.

He's Not Mine by Sunnee | 68.5K | Explicit

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

The Fangs of War by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle | 43.5K | Explicit

Derek's family had survived the war. Well, most of them. His father fell to the fires of the battlefield, and Derek had inherited the mantle of Alpha against his will. Which of course, put him ahead of Laura for the throne. Among other things, Peter had to go and do something stupid, and piss off their neighbors to the south. A country ruled by a man known as the Demon King. Great. Things couldn't have possibly gotten any worse.

a lion among them by unpossible | 61.9K | Mature

He knew he’d handled it badly.

Not like he knew any other way to handle this kind of thing, Derek thought, only a little bitter.

But Derek had heard the word Emissary come out of Scott’s mouth, and had immediately vetoed it with extreme prejudice.

It was like he wanted Scott to set his jaw and ignore Derek’s input. Honestly.

But Stiles- Derek had thought that at the very least, Stiles would listen. That their relationship meant enough that Stiles would hear him out before deciding.

Derek had thought wrong.

Hide Of A Life War by Etharei | 26.1K | Explicit

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...”

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 32.7K

“At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.”

“Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.”

“Hey!” Scott insisted.

“He’s like, my second best friend,” Stiles amended. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Right?” He turned to grin at Derek, who was scowling at him.

Stella and the Wolf by DiscontentedWinter | 52.2K

Stiles Stilinski is trying to juggle homework, high school, stupid dumb crushes on unattainable people, and werewolves. Keeping the supernatural secret from his dad is hard enough, but when it comes to Stella, his eight-year-old sister, it turns out it’s impossible.

warm shadows by stilinskisparkles | 22K

“Fine,” Stiles spits back, “We’ll die together, it’ll be dandy.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Derek snaps, “I’ll get some peace and quiet for once.”

Stiles grins suddenly, blindingly. There’s blood on his teeth, and his eyes are dark and desperate as he looks up at Derek, but he’s never looked more stupidly, infuriatingly beautiful.

Important Things by suzvoy | 71.4K | Mature

Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

Stiles plans are the worst (the best) by Dashar | 88.7K

Stiles world ended when his pack died. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise. He had been running with wolves for so long that within hunters and monsters it was just a matter of time. It was a surprise when the world ended too. And Stiles… Well, he had to do something about that.

How to be a Badass Without Trying By Stiles Stilinski by Anxiety_Baker02 | 40K | Mature

Five times Stiles was underestimated and one time he proved why he shouldn’t be.

#asks #sterek #sterek fics #ficrecs #bamf!stiles #alpha!derek

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ensnapemysenses · 2 years

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In two days I will be 18 years old, I will finally be able to say with all the freedom in the world that Severus turns me on and upsets my hormones in such an absurdly big way, when I was 13 years old and said that they looked at me strangely, they told me that it was not possible that A man makes me so promiscuous, but it's Severus! that man is perfect x'd 💖

Happy early birthday 🥳 ! I hope you have a great day full of Severus Snape love 🥰☺️💚🖤

Here I’ll write a quick little birthday 🎂 drabble ⬇️

Severus inches up behind you taking care to make no noise and then he covers your eyes with his big and rough hands.

“Guess who?”

“Sev! I know it’s you! What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” you giggle.

“Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them or shall I drag you along covering your eyes the whole way?” he teases.

“You can trust me,” you sigh as he takes his hands off your face. You dramatically squeeze your eyelids shut eliciting a small chuckle from Severus.

“Keep them closed, my love,” he says grabbing your hand and leading you to an adjacent room.

“Okay, you can open your eyes on the count of three. One! Two! Three! Happy Birthday!” he shouts.

As you open your eyes and scan the room you can’t stop your mouth from falling open in surprise. “Sev! You did all this for me?”

There on the kitchen table is a romantic candle lit dinner of all your favorite foods and drinks, your favorite flowers in a vase for decor, and a small elegantly wrapped box at your usual seat.

“Of course it’s all for you. You are worth anything and everything. Please let’s sit down and enjoy our meal together,” Severus says pulling out your chair for you to take a seat.

As you sit down your eyes fall upon the neatly wrapped gift once more. “I thought we said no gifts this year. Things have been tight lately.”

“I know, honey. This gift didn’t cost me anything, you’ll understand when you see it. Why don’t you go ahead and open it?”

Puzzled you raise an eyebrow at him and slowly reach for the box. You unwrap the ribbon and lift the lid. “Sev,” you breathe as you lift out a beautiful and elegant necklace.

“It was my mothers,” he confesses stepping behind you to clasp the necklace around your neck. “Do you like it?”

“Severus Snape, I love it!” you exclaim, jumping to your feet to wrap your arms around his neck. He picks you up and gives you a little twirl before setting you back down and gesturing for you to take a seat again.

“I’m so glad you like it,” he says taking his seat across the table from you. “Now, let’s eat before it gets cold. But do be warned, I cooked it all myself and there’s no telling how it’ll taste,” he adds with a sheepish grin and a small chuckle.

#severus snape #pro snape #severus snape fluff #ensnapemysenses

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madame-fear · 2 years

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Yes please you choose the villain name im too bad at choosing names for characters wahh😔😔😔

Great!! Hope you like the villain name I choose because I'd personally use it hihih🥰 Anyways!! Enjoy your reading, anon💖

(y/c/n) = your childs name

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The Nightcrow | Gotham!Dad!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

Everyone was enjoying a sweet, family Saturday night moment. You and your husband, Jonathan, were talking together in the kitchen while you cooked dinner, since you were the one who knew how to make several things and liked cooking, anyways. He just talked to you and passed you all the ingredients you needed.

Meanwhile, the child you and Jonathan had 2 years and a half ago, was laying on his/her stomach in the rug that was in the living room. He/she entertained him/herself playing with toys and drawing whatever crossed his/her mind.

You were now laughing at a silly comment that Jonathan made. "Oh, shut." You said rolling your eyes, as you playfully hitted his shoulder, making him giggle. "Oh, come on, but you thought it wss fun-" he was interrupted, as he felt his pant being tugged. He looked down, and he saw (Y/C/N) staring at him with big adorable eyes and tugging his pants to catch his attention.

"Hi, love! What are you doing here, baby?" He lifted the child from the floor and carried him/her in his arms. "Daddy, mummy, I wanted to tell you something..." your child began saying with his/her baby voice. "What is it, prince/princess?" You stood next to your husband, and played with your child's soft hair, as you paid attention to what he/she had to say to you. "I already know what I want to be when I grow up...I want to be The Nightcrow!"

The sudden comment from your child made you two look at each other for a brief moment, then look back at him/her. "T-The Nightcrow? What's that, baby?" Your husband asked him/her, not wanting to believe that it was indeed what he was thinking it was. "I want to be a temible super villain like mummy and you!"

His worst fear was ironically facing him now. He never wanted to involve you or your child in his villain missions. First, you two had been together since his teenage years before and after Scarecrow. You always insisted on helping him out, which he refused out of fear of you getting hurt or worse, getting killed because of him. Eventually, seeing that you were extremely good with helping him with his fear gas and at defending yourself and badassly kicking asses, he gave up and made a special suit just for you. Since then, you became not only his girlfriend and now wife, but also his partner in crime.

But, with his child, it was a whole different topic. He is supposed to take care of him/her and be an example for his future choices. He couldn't allow to risk his baby boy/girl's life just because he/she wants to be like his/her parents. Especially, because he/she was THE child of The Scarecrow, a temible well-known villain in Gotham.

"Baby, your mummy and I do this for particular reasons you'll understand when you grow up. We already know how to defend ourselves, but this is a very risky job for you to do, you know that?" He said trying to calm himself from the nervousness that those thoughts brought him. "Mummy and daddy loves you really much. You still have a long life ahead, you can be whatever you want."

You noticed he was nervous, so you rubbed his back. "But daddy! I'll know how to defend myself too!" He/she said, trying to defend her idea of becoming a future villain in Gotham. "Of course you'll do, but it's better for you to think about what you really want for your life, yes?" He kissed your childs cheek in a sweet way. "Please, understand us. You do your life, and when you're big enough, we'll discuss what you can do in your life." He stroked (Y/C/N) cheeks softly with the back of his index finger. It was like your child was hypnotised by his blue, deep eyes, and nodded.

"Okay daddy! We'll see..." Your child said mischeviously giggling, kissing his/her daddy's cheek and returning to the floor. As he/she ran back to where he/she was playing. As your child went back playing, he just stared deeply at him/her.

"The Nightcrow..." you gently whispered at him, "It has a nice ring to it." He looked at you, and smirked. "It does, but he/she can't get involved in it...yet. He/she still has to grow up." You nodded at his comment and you went back to stirring the food at a slow temperature. "Obviously, but...can you imagine? He/she is nearly 3 years old and already looks a lot like his/her dad. The fearsome Nightcrow, following his/her dads legacy."

Your comment made him think about it...about the future. About your childs personality when he/she grew up, and how would it be if he/she indeed became a villain. The thought of his offspring following his/her dad steps made his heart warm. He preferred not to involve (Y/C/N), but if he/she was sure about his/her decision, he would make sure he/she is respected in Gotham.

"We'll see if when he/she grows up and tell her why we do the things we do, he/she still wants to be part of it. If he/she does, I think we'd win the title of The Corvid Family, wouldn't we?" You said, trying to cheer him up, noting that he was thoughtful, and you noticed the previous nervousness he had fading away. He now fully smiled at you, and chuckled.

"The Corvid Family...it doesn't sound so bad, after all." Those words sloppily escaped from his mouth, as he thought about the chaos you three would provoke in Gotham. He couldn't be any happier with the family he had.

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yourdaddyfigure · 1 year

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Hey Malakai! Thank you so much for sweetening my day with your message 🥰

Glad to hear you had a nice weekend, although the game didn't fall out as hoped for. Better luck for your team next time! 🍀

I guess you could say the same about my inline skating. Since no one here knows me irl (at least I hope so), I'll give you the honest answer to your question about how that went: I fell on my butt. In front of my neighbors. I'm fine, nothing's injured except for my pride, and the rest went well, but still 🙈😞 Like I said, better luck next time 😆

And 💯 agree that working out is good for your mental health. I used to work out in the morning, too, and I miss that. For the moment, the only time slot is in the evening after I've put my kid to bed and I'm done with work and chores. I can't go out for a run or so as it's just the two of us here, so yay for online gym courses! It's a constant toing and froing between wanting to work out and wanting to fall face first onto the bed, but I'll keep trying 😊

I wish you a great week ahead with lots of sunshine❣️ Love, Leah

Hello there Leah! Always nice to hear from you. I hope your morning is going well 🥰

Yeah the team I wanted to win got eliminated sadly so let’s hope next year is better 😂

I’m sorry to hear that you fell 😔 but I’m happy you didn’t get hurt or anything so that’s definitely a relief 🫶🏼 I remember the first time I went roller skating with a family member I fell on my butt as well 😂 good thing no one saw but them 😂 tho some days they bring it up still. I never skated again after that 😂 but yes definitely better luck next time for you! I’ll be rooting for you!

It has definitely helped a lot mentally. I can only imagine how tired you have to be after a long day of taking care of your little one! I have no doubt that you’re an amazing Mother for sure. 🥰 as good as working out is I believe a good amount of rest is so much better 🫶🏼 so please be sure to rest when you can! Stay safe and sending hugs 🫂

#malakai’s ask #sweetsummergirl

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Hello all! The animal today is a black cat in accordance with Halloween and (more importantly) Midnight's release in less than a week! I think we have an exciting week ahead of us, eh? So I want to know, what is your favorite thing about release week? Mine personally is being surprised by all the little fun things Taylor does during the week! And of course getting new music (duh?) So what is yours?

Let's share what we're most excited for this week and remember to tag animalanon (if so desire) so we can all share our excitement for this new album and show Taylor (and each other) some love! And remember, each of you are wonderful and deserving human beings who are very much loved 🥰. Now let's have a party!l (squirrels are not invited) 🥳 🥳🥳.

-animal anon

hi animal anon i hope you've been doing great!! my favorite thing about release week is honestly just the overwhelming experience of listening to a new taylor album, it's always so so so exciting to hear the new songs that i'll soon know by heart and have constantly on repeat!! and this year i get to do it with my roommate who's also a swiftie!

that's honestly the most exciting thing i have going on this week, i'm also exciting for getting my midterms over with, and going to this restaurant with my roomie! we've picked out what we're getting on the menu already lmfao

#i hope you're doing great animal anon!!!#loveeee hearing from you #also what did squirrels do to you 👀#animal anon #animalanon #thanks for asking!

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chirpq · 1 month

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130+ Best Retirement Wishes for Boss & Retirement Messages

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What are the best wishes for retirement?

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How to support someone retiring?

As our family members are approaching the threshold of their well-deserved retirement, being by their side after such a transition can be just a bit comforting. While retirement symbolizes going free and relaxed after a long journey in the career, that phase is also a challenge and adaptation. With the right assistance, retirees can turn this new phase into the best chapter of their lives. Well, as follows, these are some of the sensitive ways to assist the individual during their retirement. Workplace departure can be difficult for the employees and your displaying that you understand and expect would be a great ‘fueling’ action. Try to be there for them as they talk to you about their worries, hopes and feelings of sadness, excitement and uncertainty as they prepare for retire. Practical help is also something that can be appreciated. Read the full article

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starstruckkittensweets · 6 months

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🎄 Send these trees to ten people you wish to have a good holiday and a happy new year!🎄🥰

Aww Tay thank you so much! I hope you have a great new year ahead of you, you deserve only the best of course! 🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️

#star answers #happybird16

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mcat720 · 2 years

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⚠️⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️⚠️

Season 4 was legit the MOST emotional season yet! I was in tears multiple times and I’m still trying to soak everything in…

The acting was off the charts all around and the soundtrack this season was one banger after another. There’s a lot to love and some things to be disappointed in for sure, but I really believe they elevated this show to another status and I’m hopeful the final and fifth season is going to blow us away. Some have complained about the length of the episodes this season but I got to say I didn’t even notice the length. I was just so into the story that time was flying by. There was so much to unpack I didn’t even know if we would get everything resolved or close to it. Probably not going to get to everything that happened, but immediate reactions- Max��s story this season and her near death was heart breaking! Baby girl did not deserve to go through so much pain 💔 her and Lucas just got to me this season. Lucas literally fighting for his life and trying to help max but not being able to do anything just BROKE me. The friendship and mutual love from Dustin and Eddie was just so sweet, I was so worried about Eddie from day 1 and damn I hated to be right. In Stranger Things fashion we get a great character that everyone loves and then they die. Him wanting to stay and fight and be a hero but no one will ever know what he did just SUCKS. And his Master of Puppets solo fucking slayed so hard. Dustin’s speech to Eddie’s uncle was beautiful tho. But damn I must say I SCREAMED when hopper and Joyce just jumped each other!! Oh wow I was so happy 🥰🥰🥰 they look so good together too. Mom and dad finally together! I didn’t love that we spent sooo much time in Russia, but it was worth it to have that reunion. One thing I didn’t love so much tho….. so the Steve/Nancy situation. Like I feel Nancy moved on and Steve was growing and turning into the person he was suppose to be but this whole regression into “Nancy is the one for me” bullshit is just not… good. Steve is amazing I agree, and I just think Nancy is not The one boo. Why you day dreaming about having 6 kids in an RV when you know she is trying to leave Hawkins and be some girl boss hot shot. It’s just sad. He’s too sweet and simple. Nancy just can’t figure out her damn feelings and if her and Jonathan don’t TALK I am going to loose my mind.

Now to the hot topic… so about baby boy Will.. I 100% agree this boy needs and deserves better. He has been through some shit over and over and I can’t continue to see him cry 😢 I’m praying they flip the script and in season 5 Will becomes a big player in the over all story and gets a huge confidence boost. I think there will be bigger plans for him. Yes so Will’s sexuality was a big deal for a lot of people and I did want there to be more clarity on that but I do think the subtext was enough to understand that yes, Will is gay. And Will has feelings for Mike, his best friend. But this whole thing of hating Mike for loving El instead is kind of a bummer. Mike and El have an established relationship and obviously have been in love since season one. Another thing to understand is these are TEENAGERS. Mike and El are each other’s first love and formed a connection that goes beyond the norm because of the extraordinary circumstances. There is a lot they have to learn and grow from but as 14 year olds, they are dedicated to each other. Will is a young boy in the 80s with zero role models for his exact situation and afraid to loose his friends if he comes out. What I want is Will to open up to his family. To Joyce and Jonathan. Of course his friends will support him, but to have that unconditional love will be everything to him and we got just a glimpse of that in Will and Jonathan’s last talk. Will may have feelings for Mike but he is aware enough to see that there is no returning of those types of feeling beyond friendship so he does what he feels is the best thing for his friends! For Mike and El who he cares about. Will is going to find himself eventually and become confident in his own skin… he didn’t need to have it all figured out right away and that’s ok. Even tho it hurts to see his struggles, he will be able to find his way and his OWN happiness. I just think the shipping wars are unnecessary and toxic. Not everyone is going to get what they want but please quit attacking others just because your ship didn’t work out. You love the show or you don’t and if you don’t, stop watching it. I really enjoyed this season and I’m so excited to see how this whole thing ends.

#stranger things #season 4 #stranger things 4 #netflix #i cried #so good #apprication post #review #stranger things spoilers

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Ahh Alice 🥰 yeah summer classes are WHEW I'm taking 2. One is a 5 week session so it ends next week and I'm hype 🤩 we literally had a test every week in that class and we'd do a new chapter of material every single day it was INSANE but I think I'm gonna get an A in the class so that's all that really matters, right??! The other class is either 8 or 10 weeks idk but it ends late July! That one is definitely still accelerated but definitely more manageable that the other. Even tho my professor wants us to read over 100 pages in the textbook while also watching 4 hours worth of lecture videos 🙃 but at least I have a week to do that rather than a night jsjjssj but since I'll still have the other class I don't expect really doing anything over the summer :(( it's my first summer away from my family 😭 hopefully I'll be able to go home for a weekend or something but I don't expect doing anything exciting other than that 🥲 but since I'm at my apartment I spend time with my roommates when I can and I've made some new friends through them so I'm dealing with it well :)

And yes oml ofc I thought of you 🥺 my favorite enha account!! I've been in Enha feels so bad bc of iland ndnsnsns I've had my enha Playlist on repeat and I think I listened to attention please 75 times in one day so... 😳 I've been spending most of my breaks between hw watching their videos hehe it feels like I'm stanning all over again! I love it tho 🥰 I stayed up later than I should have (I still have lots of hw to do today) last night watching their Weverse crack videos 💀 my ult group is on weverse now so I'm active more on there than I used to be so the videos hit harder now since I know the struggles LOL plus I'm in the big enhypen discord and they're doing a 2 year anniversary event where your favorite pics and stuff and yeah IN THE FEELS!! Is there any work of yours that you're most proud of that you'll want me to check out first?? Doesn't have to be enha either~ I'm excited to get back into reading bc I really do love it 🥺 I expect my fall semester is going to be very similar in terms of insane workload so I'm going to try and enjoy the freedom as much as I can starting in a week 🙏🏻 I love you! 💙

oh my gosh my college also offers 5 week summer session courses and it’s sooo grueling 🤧 last time i was literally thinking “i never wanna do this again” LOL so props to you for sticking through 🤩 you’re gonna do great and get to enjoy a fun summer ahead i just know it 💗💗 YESSS COP THAT A !!! and a test a week is so brutal 😭😭 like i thought two midterms was bad but .. a test …….. a week 😰

i’m glad your other class is manageable tho !! that’s a nice break from your five week course 🤧 also omg i’m glad it ends july so you still have some break to relax during (i think) 🥰 omg nooo :(( i hope it feels homey where you’re living at least! and i’m glad you have your roommate and friends to keep you company <33 i’m also here if you ever wanna talk :’))

PLSSS IM SO TOUCHED 🥺🥺💖💖 so insane bc we talked on my nct blog before this blog even existed !!! ATTENTION PLEASE SUPREMACY 🤩 i constantly loop upperside dreaming it’s tooooo good 😮‍💨 and getting back into a group is such a fun feeling :’) i’ve been watching more enha content recently too and i’m glad bc it makes me feel more excited for their cb ♡ also omg i hope you get to finish your work soon and get some rest! 🤧🤧

AHH THATS SUCH A SWEET QUESTION HAHAH :’)) i suppose i’m pretty proud of my spiderjake fic “i’ll save your (again)” on my enha masterlist :o but tbh feel free to just read whichever piques your interest !! i know sometimes ppl are just in the mood to read for a different group or different genre so just go for whatever you like 💝

AHH SAME IM SCARED FOR THE FALL QUARTER LMAODJD for once i actually got all the classes i wanted !! downside: i had to take an 8 am section 😵‍💫 so i will be suffering this fall 😭 also love u too !!! <33

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Non-sorcerer Reader

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fix their clothing/hair for them & kisses on the corner of their mouth

Notes & Warning: Satoru's half-sister, fluff, mentions of marriage proposal if you squint, Word Count: 1.9k

"Hi! Thank you for joining, have a great day ahead too! ✨💛✨😆👐" —Grey

Kanzashi & Kimono

Satoru rarely—and when we say rarely, it's the kind that comes in a jackpot prize—for him to get a weekend day off.

You're styling your tresses, making sure to tame any baby hair sticking out. Satoru's little sister is celebrating her 20th birthday and made it a point to Satoru in having you come over to the banquet.

Although the perception of Gojo Clan elders about you is skeptical and reluctant, Satoru's half-sister treats you with genuine curiosity and enthusiasm. Satoru more so often indulges her and treats her very well compared to his usually cocky and unreasonable attitude to those from the clan. She's a breeze of spring in the frigid tundra of the archaic clan.

"You done sweet cheeks?" Satoru peeks from the door and walk-in. "So pretty," he coos and smoothed the simple white long sleeve, knee-length dress with flowers and vines pattern on the top. "You know what? We should ditch that party and go for an evening date."

"And have your sister throw mud balls at you and flood my phone with messages poking my conscience? No thanks."

Just like you, Satoru is wearing a casual white dress shirt tucked underneath his black pants. Instead of his bandages, Satoru opted to wear his glasses giving more leeway for you to sneak glances at his eyes.

"Can I help you?"

"Just pull the string on my back and tie it to a ribbon, please. It's hard to reach."

"Owki-dokie~" he hummed and knotted the fabric to a decent bow. "Is it too tight?" He planted his chin on your shoulders and smiled at the mirror, leaning closer to kiss the side of your lips.

"Nope, it's just right," you twirled around and smiled. "I'm pretty," you declared boldly making him chuckle and drop a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

"No objections," he bowed and offered you his hand. "Off to the party then, were 7 minutes late."

The moment you entered the great hall, curious and different kinds of eyes trained on you and Satoru.

"Y/n-san!" From the side, Yuna greeted you with a bright face. She walk slowly, proudly wearing her vibrant silk furisode elaborately designed with beautiful pink and white flowers for her coming of age celebration.

"Happy birthday Yuna-chan, you look very pretty and elegant." You extended a box which is a gift that you and Satoru pick together.

"Thank you for the trouble." She cheerily accepted the box and only then did she bat attention to her brother. "Where's my gift?"

"Huh?" Satoru didn't bother hiding his annoyance, rolling his eyes at his sister who matched him with a brow raised high. "I already bought that thing what else do you want?"

Your sweat drops at these two's interaction. It was only until recent years that Satoru and Yuna properly got along. Satoru himself said so. Whatever it is that made the winds change their course, you're glad that Satoru is getting along well with his sister.

"I want Y/n-san!" Yuna crossed her arms on her chest and raise her chin.

"Let's just go home." Satoru tugs your sleeve making Yuna fume and immediately grab your arm.

"No, today is my birthday." Yuna shooed Satoru's hand and turn to you with hopeful eyes. "I wanna show you something Y/n-san, you shouldn't hang out too much with that brother of mine, or else he'll rub on you." She said, subtly winking at you while throwing daggers at her brother.

"We'll be back," you coax Satoru who is not pleased with all, based on his crumpled face, a small irk mark on his temples that only delighted Yuna into poking into his nerves.

Yuna didn't bother to wait for Satoru's response and tug you to the back rooms of the hall, her dressing room to be exact. Several silk kimonos are hung on the stands.

"Can I pick the kimono for you? Can I? Can I?" Excitedly she rummaged in her boxes filled with accessories and stashes of intricately made obi.

You let her doll you up, unable to decline the puppy eyes as she uses her birthday wish to make you abide by her wants.

"You look pretty in any clothes you wear Y/n-san, my brother better know how to treat you well or I'll rob you from him." She sighed making you laugh with her ongoing tug of war with Satoru whenever you're around. Up until now, you cannot pinpoint how she became this attached to you.

"I wish I could also date like you and Onii-san." A cloud of sadness overshadows her eyes as she stares at your reflection in the mirror.

"Did something happen Yuna-chan?" Last time she was eager to tell you about her admirer in the college, a teenager filled with the rush of spring romance.

"He's dating another girl now, and I overheard Father talking about my marriage with a stranger."

To have an arranged marriage in these modern days isn't rare but it's not prevalent anymore. And yet, Gojo Clan has a long history, and arranging a marriage for them is normal. Even Satoru has a supposed arranged marriage that wasn't continued before it was finalized.

Your hand searched for Yuna's, clasp it in yours, and offered her a smile.

"If you need help, your brother and I will always be here to listen."

"Do you think Onii-san will help?" She bit her lips. "It's a marriage that can help the clan. And he's the head... He would prioritize the clan more than a single concern."

"Talk to him, and trust him." You pat her shoulder. "You won't know unless you try."

You finished changing and the two of you went back to the hall with hope brimming in Yuna's eyes. You roam your eyes around the wide banquet hall but cannot spot Satoru. With his height and striking hair, it's not hard to find him in the crowd but he's nowhere found. One of the housekeepers approached you and told you that Satoru is waiting by the engawa.

Yuna wave you off and you went out of the hall with no one showing you out. Geez. You sighed and followed the direction and as expected Satoru is sitting on the edge of the wooden plank, leaning on the post. He's changed into a traditional kimono, the glasses he was wearing are nowhere to be seen. Satoru turned to you and his eyes widened, blinking a few times before he could open his mouth to speak.

"You changed..."

You look down and lifted your hanging sleeves, swaying them and chuckling at Yuna's wonderful choice of kimono. The blue roses, splayed over the white silk glimmer against the moonlight. You notice Satoru's kimono is also the same as yours but simpler in style, in white and blue without the blue roses but designed with the same shades.

"That girl, she knows how to butter up people. making you all these pretty and having us matching clothes." Satoru stood up and fix the collar of your furisode. Then he reaches in his kimono sleeve.

Out of nowhere a beautiful hairpin fashioned by forget-me-nots dangling like jewels, Satoru stepped closer and carefully inserted the hair ornament into your half-bun-styled hair. "I saw it while walking around Aoyama, I just knew it would fit you." He murmured and lifted your chin. "I don't know if my sister is provoking me or trying to flatter me by making you dress up like this."

You inclined your head sideway to touch the hairpin but Satoru is faster in leaning down, burying his face in the spaces of your neck, and pulling your waist against his body. His nose traces the contour of your neck down to your shoulders.

"Satoru, we're outside someone will see us," you struggled half-heartedly but don't have enough will to push him away.

"That brat keeps stealing you from me whenever you're around." He grumbled.

"She told me something interesting."

Satoru hummed, telling you to continue.

"She heard that she's getting an arranged marriage and doesn't want to." You peeked at Satoru's reaction but it barely changed as he was peppering you with small kisses wherever his lips could reach. "Won't you at least hear her out?"

"Yuna can do whatever she wants. If she doesn't want it then decline it. It's not like our old man or the clan's elders are gonna be the one living with her supposed-to-be husband, it's her." Satoru shrug. "Besides, she just turned 20, what are they rushing marriage for?" He rolled his eyes.

"So you're gonna help her?" You solicited.

"Depends on what bribe she got for me. Enough of her."

Stingy, you pinch his nose making him snort and pull back from your attack. He takes a good look from your head to toe and delightfully plays with the hem of your kimono's long sleeves.

"Furisode are worn by young, unmarried women..." He emphasized, dropping small wet kisses on your neck. "What should we do about it, Baby?"

"About what exactly?" Your head is starting to get dizzy and you found yourself clutching your hand to your chest and leaning your forehead on Satoru's shoulder.

"About the unmarried part."

You stayed silent.

"Wanna check out tomesode some days later?"

Satoru straightened up with eyes wide open and mouth parted slightly. Amused by his flabbergasted reaction you stood on your tiptoes, holding on to his shoulders you press a kiss on the corner of Satoru's lips. Pressing one more kiss you look up to him with tender eyes.

"Fuck, yes." He murmured, a bit dazed before shaking it off and grinning so wide. "Yes!"

After a few times of calming yourselves, the two of you went back to the banquet and the stares won't leave your back at the striking similarity of your and Satoru's kimono styles. Yuna gave you a subtle wink and thumbs up.

Satoru tugs your finger to get your attention. Your head whipped back and skillfully Satoru delivered a sweet attention-grabbing kiss on the corner of your lips. You stood frozen trying to process what just happened while Satoru chuckled.

Someone choked on their wine and gasped at the blatant display of affection, others have the same eyes popping and jaws dropped.

You could feel him smile and bite his lower lips while you were a blushing mess at his boldness. Satoru wasn't fazed and simply brought the back of your hand to his lips.

"The next time you enter this great hall, you'll be wearing the kimono with the same crest as mine."

Footnotes:

Furisode= the most formal style of kimono worn by young, often unmarried, women in Japan. The name means "swinging sleeves." Since ancient times, the act of "swinging" or "shaking" also has the meaning of "touching the heart of the gods," "summoning the gods," and "warding off evil." In the Edo period, it was also interpreted as "touching the soul of your loved one," so furisodes were used to communicate feelings and attract love interests. This is why it became associated with unmarried women.

Tomesode= Usually worn by married women, "tomesode" are highly formal kimonos with sleeves that hang shorter and are decorated with a sophisticated continuous pattern called "eba moyo" placed diagonally on the lower part of the garment along the hem. Originally, any adult woman would wear a tomesode, but it later became associated just with married women. The reasons for this are that shorter sleeves were more practical when doing chores and married women didn't need long kimono sleeves to convey their feelings to their love interest.

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