#Me sneaking up on the frickle frackle

[bukojuiice]

you fell from the sky into my lap  — katsuki bakugo

ೃ pairing: (uni student bakugo! 𝐱 shy uni student fem! reader)

ೃ warnings: smut. full-blown smut. lots of frickle frackle. explicit.

ೃ genre: smut 

ೃ my ongoing bakugo x reader smau (please do give it a read if you have time!) my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:

)ೃ this is my first time writing smut, so there will be errors here and there. hope you enjoy still and happy holidays! 

ೃ here’s a fluff counterpart to this smut drabble, if you guys would want that instead or would also like to read it. qwq 

ೃ word count: 1,034 words

ೃ  song inspo: the whole positions album by ariana grande

ೃ You and Katsuki become one as the two of you get in the mood with the music on his Spotify playlist.

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Bakugo comes home to you dancing in the kitchen in your underwear.

It's not an unfamiliar sight to Katsuki (what with all the porn that pops up on his twitter all the time especially because of the weird and explicit things kaminari retweets (for the memes) but it's unfair.

You got your hair up in a bun, swinging your hips to Say So (you're going through his playlist on Spotify) as you’re wearing Bakugo's favorite underwear (cheeky shorts that are black with red lace), and his tank top.

He feels hot all over.

You jump around to the beat and your (his) tank top bunches around, exposing your smooth stomach and a peek of your breasts and Bakugo needs to take a breather because this girl will be the death of him.

The song ends and you lean over to play the next song, which is his chance to sneak up on you.

His hands settle on your hip bones, thumbs rubbing them, and his whole body plastered against you back, and your blonde explosive boyfriend may or may not be getting more aroused.

You jump a little, going back to the shy girl he first met, before calming down, you wrap your arms around his neck.

Katsuki kisses the spot under your ear as one of his thumbs dip into your underwear and the other hand trails up, bringing your shirt up with you.

The blonde opens his eyes, sees you shaking and your mouth open as his hand that's in your underwear goes lower. He looks at your chest, notices how white the tank top is, and sees your nipples perking; Katsuki feels a hunger rip through him.

He stops.

You whine, turning around to face him, pressing up to the hand rubbing you, claws at his arms, kissing his collar when you stop, too.

You shy away, your hands fidget, pulling the tank top down as you blush.

He smirks deviously and brings his thumb to your cheekbone, dragging it to your lower lip and his eyes darken. You look at him before taking in his thumb, sucking it. Katsuki bites his lip and closes his eyes as you gently press yourself against him again, more gentle, less frantic.

The two of you have all the time in the world.

"Shit. (Y/N)." He whispers in his usual gruff tone, opening his eyes. You looking up at him, gazing at his fiery passionate orbs with love and lust as the two of you hold each other before you suddenly grinds against him and oh,

Oh.

You lean over back to the laptop to play 34+35 by Ariana Grande and he chuckles as you hop onto the counter, dragging him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist.

You're not the shy girl he used to know as you practically tear his shirt off, feeling his sculpted and well-defined chest as you kiss him rough.

He presses closer to you, hands digging into your hips. He pulls away from the kiss, licking a stripe up your neck while his hands pull you (his) shirt up, sending kisses down your chest, you moan above him. you clutch his back as he stops over your underwear, a hand on your hip the other on your inner thigh.

Katsuki looks up at you with love and hunger in his eyes and you nod. Your face flushes red as he continues to kiss you from all over.

He pulls your underwear down and licks you, you mewl in pleasure, pulling his head closer to your heat.

He licks more, kissing your thighs, massaging your breasts. The song drags out as he gets more relentless, teasing you, giving you heat kitten licks.

A hand on his head and he stops and looks up, mouth glistening and eyes too distracted.

You looked gorgeous and that was all that he could think of. "Suki-kun." you whisper as you bring him back up to kiss him, hand in his hair while the other works his jeans.

You get the zipper down and grab for his cock through his boxers. He moaned obscenely as he helped you pull the rest of his jeans and boxers down.

Your eyes are dark as you jack him off, your thumb swiping the head, twisting your wrist. He throws his head back and his knees almost buckle in.

The song stops.

So do you. But, Bakugo's hand is on your wrist. You knew he was about to come.

He leans back over his jeans, and looks for the condom and the lube.

You bring him back in, your heart beating furiously like always whenever he’s about to do it.

He's got 3 fingers in your mouth when he reaches for the laptop and plays a new song. Earned it by The Weekend.

Your boyfriend pulls his fingers away and you look hungry for them but he kisses you when he puts a finger in.

You cry out, arching to his finger. He puts, one, and two more until you're practically crying out for him to fuck you.

He always listens.

He puts the condom on, tries to slick it up as much. You edged the kitchen counter, legs around his waist with his hands around you, pulling you off and slowly sliding you onto his cock.

You squirm, face scrunched, and he tries not to arch into the heat. He waits for you until...

"Suki-kun… you can move now.”

He arches and then grinds which makes you claw at his back and moan out. Soon you're meeting his thrusts, grinding down a little from time to time.

He sets you on the kitchen island as you lie back down and he plasters your fronts. His thrusts are getting weaker as you lean up and kiss him, whispering sweet little nothings and comes.

He rides out his climax, throws the condom and licks you again. you mewl, swatting him and giggling.

"Stop, i'm too sensitive now."

He laughs, (his sexy laugh that you barely hear), hugs you tight and kisses you again. “Let’s do it another time then.”

Bakugo brings you a blanket as the two of you move both to the couch, not getting dressed while he shows you what's on his twitter and you shyly smile back as the two of you bask in the afterglow.

[sp00kworm]

For the Inktober-prompts-thingy, is it possible to get 27 (ice) with Dimitri paired with f!Byleth? I figure with Faerghus being cold, he knows how to keep her warm~

A/N: I get what you mean but I’m not writing the frickle frackle on here....Projects of my own and my big writing I do without prompts, then perhaps. Instead, here is fluff and only sfw fluff. Plus...Dimitri is way too soft for that b. 

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Ice (Dimitri x Female Byleth) 

The winters of Faerghus weren’t just cold, they were bitter and foul. Snow fell in sheets constantly from the sky for a good month before it seemed like it was relenting. Ice storms were common in the north along the border between Gautier lands and their ancient enemies. Byleth, either way, was frozen. The relentless cold weather and freezing breeze was getting to the woman in ways she never thought it would. As a mercenary it had been easy, but they had never been so deep into Faerghus territory. 

 Byleth was sat by the hearth, as close as she could possibly get to the fire without scalding her own skin in the process. It was simply too cold for the woman, and even by the fire she noticed the bite on the end of her nose. She rubbed at the cold end of her nose before looking back at her books which were laid out before her, shaking fingers running over the pages before she sniffled and penned the notes badly into her own notebook. She needed the notes on the ancient kings of Faerghus for the upcoming history she needed to add into her speech. It was dedicated to the history of the Kingdom to encourage faith among the men and women who had lost so much in the war. 

 It was a hard task to write a speech with shaking hands. 

 Byleth cursed softly and cupped her hands over her mouth, blowing hot air onto them before sneaking them back into her blankets on the floor. Dimitri had ensured she had the correct, fur lined, winter wear for when she was in the capital of Faerghus, but it was no help. She itched at her collar before tucking the blanket under her chin, shuffling a little closer to the fire to try and get a bit more heat into her cold fingers. It didn’t ease the freezing pain in her muscles any, even when she outstretched her hands towards the flames, wiggling each finger to try and encourage some more blood flow into her extremities. It, once again, didn’t help, and her fingers simply ached by the heat of the roaring flames, burning with the cold rooted into her bones. Byleth sighed and rubbed at each hand, sitting in a lump of blankets with a soft pout on her face.

 “Byleth?” Dimitri opened their bedroom door gently, his armour and heavy foot-falls quickly giving him away as he entered the room, “Goddess! Byleth!” He blew blond hair from his face with a groan, “It’s as hot as the Eternal Flames in here.” Dimitri was already suffering in the confines of his armour. He had been out training, covered in new scuffs along the metal of his armour plates. He unwrapped himself from his thick, bear fur cloak and quickly set about undoing his armour, heat boiling along his neckline.

“I’m sorry, Dimitri. I’m just so cold.” Byleth lamented gently from by the fire, looking up as Dimitri threw the last of his armour over its stand leaving his greaves on the floor in favour of moving over to tend to his wife.

 Wife. He felt heat bloom in his chest using the word. She was his own. His wife.

Dimitri walked over, towering over Byleth as he gazed at her with his one, good eye, “Goddess! Byleth, your lips are blue!” He leaned down and glanced over her notes with a sigh, before tucking the wool blanket tighter under her chin, “Come now. You are so cold because you are sat trying to work on the floor.” He shook his head, shaggy blond hair flopping over his kind, ocean blue eye, eyepatch tied tightly in place, hiding the vicious scarring and ruins of his right eye.

Byleth sighed at him, “I have to write this speech. I thought sitting by the fire would help me feel my hands again.” She clicked her tongue and shuffled her papers together before closing the history books, “Evidently, I was wrong.”

Dimitri chuckled before leaning over and wrapping his arms around her bundled form, “The bed will be best for getting you warm again. You need to calm yourself before you die of cold and stress.” The blond giant heaved her up into his arms before beginning to walk to the best.

 Byleth rested her head on Dimitri’s shoulder, soaking in her husband’s warmth before he plonked her into bed, sliding in along side her after tossing both of their shoes elsewhere. Dimitri laid down next to her, blond hair a halo against the pillow, clad only in a turtleneck and tight under, leather under trousers, the laces fastened tight to ensure he was kept together within his armour. Byleth tried to be annoyed at him for dirtying their bed with his dirt from training but was too satisfied with his heat to protest.

“How are you so warm?” She groaned, cuddling her face into Dimitri’s neck, soaking in the warmth that he was spilling out into the goose feather duvet, “You’re…” She yawned softly, “Like a big bear…All soft and warm.” She felt her eyes flutter, a sudden tiredness over taking her as heat began to slowly seep back into her. Dimitri chuckled softly at her, holding his wife close before he planted a gentle kiss on her lips, breathing against her skin and inhaling his wife’s soft, rosemary scent before he was content to let her rest.

 “I’ll tell you about all the Kings you need tomorrow, my beloved. For now, rest well…” Dimitri stroked Byleth’s hair away gently, “I love you.” Byleth kissed his neck softly, arms tight around Dimitri’s waist, “I love you too.”

[letters-from-the-three-houses]

Could you do Edelgard x Dimitri? I think they would be really acute!

so…e3, huh?

but yes!! i think so too! they were my first fe3h ship (ever since last e3; wow, we’ve come full circle), and even though i initially got some of their personality traits switched around, i’m pleased that they still have an interesting dynamic :’)

i wrote headcanons and a scenario for them before too, which i hope you’ll also like

enjoy!

(p.s. this jumped up the queue a few places bc i needed to figure out how in frickle frackle’s name the pre-time skip stuff could lead to fódlan’s goddessforsaken angst. i’ll get back to chronological order after this)

when they first meet, dimitri thinks she’s admirable

he has a lot of respect for her talents and merits, and he’s impressed that she can wield an axe so proficiently despite her short stature

he’s a bit put off by her cool personality and how suspicious she is of everything

but he holds her in high esteem because her abilities and achievements are undeniably unparalleled

as the days go by, this admiration only grows

she’s strong and commanding, but she never abuses her power

strict, but well-meaning

hardworking, elegant, determined, enchanting…

(since when did he start looking for her so much?)

during a strategy meeting, when all three lords and their tacticians are studying a map for the next skirmish

she leans over to reach for something

and he just

freezes

pale eyes

silver hair

the scent of lavender and jasmine

he watches her delicate fingers tuck behind a stray hair as she grabs the papers on the other side of him

and when she straightens up, he lets go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding

he has no idea what just happened

and it distracts him for the rest of the meeting

he can’t look at her straight in the eye, muttering his farewells before the fumbles his way out

what was…that?

as he slides down the door of his room, he clutches his chest and feels it thump thump thump

cheeks flush

palms sweat

what was that?

the smell of jasmine still permeates his senses

for a short time after that, he avoids her like the plague, trying to make sense of what happened in that meeting

whenever she greets him, he gets tongue-tied and says, “good morning. nice weather we’re having. it’s pretty cloudy. i like clouds”

when they’re in the same room, he stays as far from her as humanely possible

whenever he catches her eye, he whips his head around to talk to the person beside him

“m-marianne, was it? your hair is lovely”

“…thanks?”

all the while screaming inside ‘what is happening????’

she thinks it’s odd, but as long as it doesn’t interfere with anything important, she doesn’t care

which dimitri is thankful for

bc it gives him time to process just what the heck he’s feeling and ask around

“say you feel different around them. like you can’t think straight because they occupy your thoughts, or you second-guess what you should say and do, or your heart hurts and your throat dries up and nothing makes sense anymore and…”

mercedes and sylvain look at each other before saying, “isn’t that because they like them?”

and he goes ‘oh’

then: ‘HUH???’

then: “i have to go”

and he locks himself in his room and overanalyzes every single feeling he has about edelgard and comes to the conclusion that yes, he does, in fact, like her

he likes her

he likes her

once everything clicks and it dawns on him—it really, really dawns on him—his relief is immeasurable

is he still flustered? yes

alarmed? absolutely

but now that he has a label for whatever this is, he can think of edelgard without thinking he has a problem

the next time he sees her, he’s considerably calmer and a lot brighter

dimitri’s sort of his usual self again

and she chalks up his weirdness to a one-time episode before smiling and saying, “i’m glad you’re back to normal”

dimitri is in awe

a different awe this time

and he says, “me too”

after that, he interacts with her like he’s always done

except maybe a little fonder

his expression softens when he looks at her, there’s a tenderness in his voice

he’s more vocal about his praises and there’s an unmistakable pride in his eyes whenever she does something

edelgard doesn’t quite understand, but it does make her stand straighter

she starts smiling a lot more around him

genuine, like there’s nothing she has to hide

and finds herself looking forward to their conversations

her turning point is the day they get into a debate about troop placements in the next battle

everyone agrees to send out a smaller unit to go around and kill the enemy boss while the main force distracts the larger army

they’ve decided that dimitri will lead the main force; they need to lead a whole troop of cavaliers into the field, so having the most experience on knights, dimitri was the best choice

but they can’t decide who should lead the smaller one

“it’s a dangerous mission so it has to be someone who works well under pressure”

“wouldn’t it make more sense if it’s someone who can go about undetected? if the troop is intercepted, the entire plan falls apart”

“yes, but they also have to keep up unit morale. seeing as how this could make or break the campaign, the soldiers will be nervous…”

edelgard notices that dimitri hasn’t spoken for the entire conversation

as the leader of the main force, she thinks he should have a say in what should happen

so she asks, “dimitri? what do you think?”

and he pauses, quiet, before saying, “i think you should do it”

the room goes into an uproar

“sending a lord on a suicide mission? that’s preposterous…”

“well, he has a point. if you think about it, she would be a good candidate”

“you can’t be seriously entertaining the idea!”

hubert glares at him like he has a death wish

“quiet!” they fall silent. edelgard turns to him, studying his expression

it’s sincere

truthful

and when he stares back at her, she’s almost tempted to agree

but she’d be remiss to not ask for a reason. if it’s dimitri, she knows he’ll have one. “why do you say so?”

“you’re a good commander,” he replies. “no matter what happens, you’ll be able to get it under control”

she crosses her arms. “but i’m not good at sneaking around. they’ll notice me straight away”

“there’s no need to sneak around. if we forgo the original plan, we can charge right through and finish this as quickly as possible”

the murmurs start up again, this time more disagreeable

“what is he thinking?”

“why is he changing it last minute?”

“this suggestion is even more dangerous than the last”

edelgard frowns. “that’s absurd. we can’t overpower the army through sheer force alone. there’s too many of them”

“yes, that’s true. but we’re not drawing out the battle. we just need you to defeat the commander as soon as possible. as soon as we engage the army, you’ll break off and head straight to kill the target. i’ll distract them for as long as you need”

“you can’t guarantee that you will. there are so many things that could go wrong. you know that if i fail, there’s a chance that you’ll die, right?”

“i know”

“so why suggest it?”

he looks at her with all seriousness and says, “because i trust you”

her eyes widen

and she’s quiet for a moment before she scowls. “no, we’re not going through with that”

“but—”

“i said no”

there’s a tense silence

at this point, claude intercepts for damage control and volunteers to be the smaller force’s leader for their original plan, since he has both the sneakiness and the authority

with that, the meeting is over

but as they pack up their things, edelgard heads over to dimitri, fists balled up, and says, “be more mindful of yourself. you’re the prince of faerghus. aren’t you aware of the consequences if you get hurt?”

(why is she so angry?)

(is it because he’s all but implied that he’d entrust his life to her—?)

he just smiles. “it’s okay. i have faith in you”

and she jolts, like lightning strikes her

(now he’s said it)

(he’s willing to die by her hands)

frustrated, she storms out of the room without looking back

she spends the rest of the day mulling around, trashing the training dummies, and stabbing her food with more force than needed

and when she lies down on her bed, thinking back to what happened, she comes to an understanding that dimitri is important to her

very, very important to her

she’s quick to realize she likes him

and when she does, she tries to ignore it to the best of her abilities

it won’t end well, she thinks

she should end it just as quickly as it started

because when her heart patters when she thinks of him, his stupid grin, and his unequivocal trust in her, she knows things can only go wrong

so during subsequent interlord meetings, she acts as if nothing’s changed

(all the while sneaking glances as subtly as she can)

(and leaning in every time he talks)

(and fighting a smile whenever he compliments her for her excellent ideas)

they never confess

being heirs to their respective nations, they know their relationship would never go anywhere

and they leave the academy never learning of the other’s feelings

(but they hope that maybe)

(just maybe)

(there’ll come a time in the future where they can be honest with themselves)

[asks are open!]

[cakesunflower]

orororororororor after bassist!reader goes outside for a smoke or something after the show they were performing at, Calum chases after her and that's when they formally meet, and then they follow each other on social medias and stuff. they form a friendship over time, but they're both scared of love. they figured that friendship is just friendship, it won't be anything more but then they reeeeally get to know each other (1/?)

and I mean like. high conversations at 3 AM. deepest darkest secrets type shiz. both of you realize feelings for each other after a few months, but you both run away. Calum tries to stop talking, and you let him, because if he wants to leave, let him leave because then it’s better for both of you. but that only lasted like, 2 weeks because you end up at a party together and get super wasted. (2/?)

you’ve been apart for so long, you didn’t realize how much you needed the relationship. you see each other across the room and it’s like, “I didn’t realize how much I missed you, I just want to be close to you, please come home with me” type feeling. He does end up coming to your house and you two giggly, but lovingly frickle frackle. you fall asleep in each others arms and you’ve never felt happier. but it soon wears off because the drunkenness wears off and you’re snapped back to reality.(3/?)

Calum wakes up before you do. he was ultimately confused, but distracted by the beautiful contrast of your golden skin and the white sheets, mixed with the sunlight shining through the window. he missed you a lot and didn’t mean to run away. but he also realizes he can’t sleep with one of his best friends, especially one that shared a hatred of love with him. it just wouldn’t make sense. so he sneaks out. he leaves you cold and in the dust, not even bothering to leave a note. (4/?)

you wake up even more confused than him? he felt up corners of your guts you didn’t even know you could feel, and then he just leaves? Luke scheduled a meetup with your band and his, a few days after. you finally see him, not intoxicated for the first time in weeks. with the others aren’t paying attention, he looks you dead in the eye and whispers, “forget about it” and then ur like??? Bitch??? no! I been in my damn feelings for WEEKS, imma love you, if I wanna fuckin love you! (i lost count/?)

and then you start dating and life is good. you’re happy. he’s happy. (I’m the original band anon btw) and your band and his tour together and maybe another girl from your band starts dating Ash and you go on cute little double dates together idk. anyways, have fun bubs! -🌸

“forget about it” bitch fuck u ohmyogd i would’ve been like uhh i think the fuck not!! bro i love this whole calum x another bassist thing we’ve got going on i’m LIVING for it omg i love this

come talk to me about Calum

[bootyful-seventeen]

jeonghan is lowkey my favorite too, but because of his laidback and 'lazy' grandpa persona, it's quite hard for me to write freaky frickle frackles with him hsjs,, though he's quite perverted in nature 😏 maybe i can try go on from there

Lmao he might be a bit lazy and grandpa-ish but once his ass senses start tingling, he’d be on the hunt to grab and spank that booty. And if you listen closely, you could hear the jaws theme song playing in the distance when he’s sneaking up on you and the booty

[ryttu3k]

marisonshipping

Ah good, glad you spelt it differently so it doesn’t get picked up on the tags.

Negativity below the cut.

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

So, uh, first off. I headcanon Alain as 16-17 and Manon as 10-12. There are distinct problems with a pairing like that. I don’t see it working when they’re older, too, just because there’s already such a sizeable age difference when they first meet, and I just... can’t see Alain going, “Right, as soon as you’re legal, we’re going to do the frickle-frackle”. Like even in fics where like, Manon is 18 and Alain is 22 or whatever, it still skeeves me out because of the ages they were at when they first met.

And even beyond the age difference, I just cannot see them working in a romantic context! Relationships need trust and respect and consent and mutually agreed boundaries, and as much as I love Manon, she spent most of TSME riding roughshod over Alain’s boundaries. Yes, in some cases this worked out for the better (like sneaking on to the plane in TSME 3, where she’d be in a position to drag Alain to safety), but it’s still not really a healthy relationship.

It also doesn’t really do much for Manon’s independence, either. From TSME 1 to TSME 4, she goes from a trainer out on her first journey, independent and making a go of it, to... well, sitting by a bedside waiting for Alain to save Hari-san. During the Flare arc, she’s the one who needs help the most - Sycamore saves her from the Flare grunt, Serena makes the offer to find Hari-san, Steven and then the Rockets save her and the others from Flare, Serena continues protecting her while Alain goes to get Hari-san. She does get a bit of independence back in XY&Z44, trying to set up the party on her own, but even then, she still needs help.

There’s nothing wrong with asking for and accepting help, of course, but around Alain, all of Manon’s goals get redirected towards him. Even the ending reflects that - Alain leaving the lab again, with Manon, once again. I honestly, sincerely believe that it would have been a substantially healthier ending for all involved parties if Alain had stayed at the labs to heal from the ordeal he had gone through, and for Manon to have resumed her journey, on her own, so she can develop more independence. That’s the only way I can see a relationship being more equal, and even then I definitely see it as more sibling-like instead of romantic because Manon is literally a child when they meet.

So, tl;dr, no, I do not like that ship.