#but like it's a GOOD thing to be talking about this stuff

[lymtw]

Sweetness

(Toji and His Shy Girl)

It's two in the morning when your eyes blink open from your very brief slumber. Your eyelids feel heavy as you hold them open, but it's nothing compared to the grip your strong craving for something sweet has on you. Toji's soft snores fill your ears, along with the rustling of the blanket as you flip over onto your other side to face him. You move slowly, careful not to make any disruptive movements.

Your vision is limited in the darkness of Toji's room, but the few minutes that you've been awake now has allowed your eyes to somewhat adjust. You can see how handsome he is, even while he sleeps. His lips form an involuntary pout, his dark eyelashes rest against the bags under his eyes. You don't feel as nervous to proceed with your plan of getting your early morning craving handled.

'He's not awake, he's not looking at you...' you think to yourself as you lean forward to press a light kiss on his cheek. Your heart stutters as you lean back to see if that did anything.

Nothing.

So, you go again, with less caution this time because he's in a deep sleep. You leave a few more kisses on his cheek, a couple on his chin, and then, one on the tip of his nose, before leaning back to see your progress. His quiet snoring has subsided, leaving only soft breaths to escape his nose.

You continue on with the soft butterfly kisses on his face. Your lips brush the point of his nose once more, and then you leave the ghost of a peck on his lips, before going to his cheek, again.

This time he hums, right before pulling you in and holding you like a bear protecting its cub.

"Toji," you whisper, tilting your head to try and look at him.

"Mm," he simply grunts, not opening his eyes.

"Can we go to the store?"

He sighs through his nose, a sound riddled with the sleep that held him just a couple minutes ago. "You sleep talking, baby?"

The thought makes a faint smile appear on his lips. You? Dreaming about going to the store with him? It's adorable.

"No, something sweet sounds really good right now. Like some fruit or... I don't know."

A soft hum is his initial response, before the fogginess of his sleep ridden brain clears a little more. "You can't wait a few more hours, doll? It's pretty early and you won't go back to sleep if we get you something sweet," he tries to reason.

He's right. The fact that you woke him up for this makes you feel a little guilty. "Oh... yeah. That's fine. I can wait," you mumble, ready to curl up and try to sleep off your want for something to snack on.

Now he feels guilty. You hardly ask him for anything, and though he feels strongly about you getting a consistent amount of sleep, he knows that it wouldn't kill him to let you have this.

A few seconds go by and you've settled in his arms, again. "Hey, baby," he calls, dragging his fingertips over your lower back. "Gimme a kiss." It's not a test or a way to persuade him. The delicacy of your sweet kisses is not to be taken for granted, but maybe it made him feel worse when you slowly scooted forward and met him halfway for a little peck. You didn't even hesitate to fulfill his request.

"Another one," he murmurs, allowing himself to be selfish with this seemingly endless fountain of your affection. Normally, you're hesitant or nervous, but with you being half asleep, you must not really be thinking about it. "One more," he hums, awaiting the feeling of your lips pressed on his, again. "Mm... that's good stuff, pretty baby. Always the sweetest thing for me, so I think..." he murmurs, his voice audible only between you and him, "...we should go get you something sweet, hm?"

"Are you sure? I really don't mind-"

He cuts you off with another chaste kiss. "I'm sure. You should wake me up like that all the time."

You laugh. "But I don't usually wake you up."

"Well, I like the way you did it just now. All kinds of soft. You wake me up like that and we can do whatever you want whenever you want."

"Okay, then," you agree.

"Put on the dress and we'll head out," he says, referring to his hoodie that you spent most of the night in before you climbed into bed with him. It looked like you were drowning in fabric and Toji was loving every minute of the view. The sleeves hid your hands, effortlessly, and the hem reached your thighs. It fit like a short dress on you.

Toji watches you after putting his shirt on, as you lift the almost heavy material over your head and pull it down, your arms not filling the sleeves once again and your shorts getting lost underneath the fabric. You pull the hood down and it sticks out behind you on its own.

"What?" You ask, in response to the smirk curled on his lips.

"You're not real," he says, stepping towards you. "You just get devoured by my hoodie." He tugs at the front a couple times, observing your face as it slowly deflates and presses against you again. "That's fucking precious."

You're speechless. Your cheeks feel like they've been scorched. You can still vividly feel the way he pulled on the front of the hoodie, gently grazing your stomach.

"I won't forget my sweater next time," you say, deflecting his affectionate words.

He sighs, heavy, pretending to be conflicted. "It'd be a shame if it just... I don't know, got lost when you thought you left it on my couch. Don't you think that would be so unfortunate, doll?"

You hum affirmatively, unable to suppress your grin at his mischievous plan.

"So, I think it's safer to leave your pretty sweaters at home and i'll keep you warm here. I'm doing a pretty good job so far, huh?" He says, letting his eyes roam over you from head to toe.

"Okay, fine," you agree, leaving the room with Toji to retrieve your shoes.

"Fine?" Toji says, entertained as he watches you float along in his enormous hoodie, towards the mat where your shoes and his shoes are. A low, amused chuckle leaves him as he slides into his slippers right beside you. "Sassy baby."

"What? I'm not sassy," you defend.

Toji loves how you look in this moment. Your tired eyes, the smallest, practically nonexistent tinge of hurt in your expression, like you can't stand the idea of being anything other than sweet to him. It's like he bopped you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and called you a bad girl.

"Not often, but i've witnessed you in sassy mode a few times. You mimic people under your breath when they're being annoying, make a little face and everything."

You thought you were being sly, turned away from him each time you did it, too, but clearly you've underestimated how much of his attention goes to you.

"Oh," you utter, mildly embarrassed.

"It's funny," he says, reaching behind you to grab his keys from the hook they hang on. "You're still my sweet girl... even when you wake me up for snack runs." He mutters the last part, and grins when your expression goes guilty.

"We don't have to," you say, again, smiling softly to show that you really would be okay with him changing his mind and crawling back into bed.

"I'm just messing with you," he says, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "It's gonna cost you a kiss to get that door open, though."

You're tentative about the price. It's a trap. You know it, he knows it, even the walls know it.

"One kiss?" You ask, even when you see the deceit in his eyes and his sly smirk.

He nods. "Just one."

"Okay," you agree, voluntarily walking into that trap you had acknowledged.

The second you feel his arms around your waist, you know you were right. It starts out as promised, a single quick peck, but it quickly turns just as you thought it would. It's as if that single kiss activated his addiction, because one kiss turned to two, then three, until the fourth when you couldn't hold back your giddy giggles. You lean back, never really leaving the cage that is Toji, because he just leans forward and chases after more of your sweet kisses until you can't reciprocate them anymore, completely overtaken by his affectionate attack.

With a final elongated kiss, planted smack on your lips, he lets up and allows you to recompose yourself. It's one of his favorite things to do for a reason—you glow like the sun right in front of him, your unabashed laughter is fueled by something so pure and genuine. You know he's greedy with your affection, and yet you still take that chance every time he says "one kiss."

"W-Was that enough?" You tease, struggling to hold back your laugh.

"To open the door? Yeah. For me? Mm..." He smirks. "Not even close, doll."

So you do him one better, and stand on your tippy toes, a signal Toji picks up and acts on. He leans down again, doesn't cage you in this time, and waits. You close the distance between your lips and his, once more, holding it for a few seconds to ensure that your affection is properly sealed and felt by him. When those few seconds are up and your feet are flat on the ground again, you smile through the nerves. Your cheeks grow warmer as you wait for Toji to unfreeze and say something—anything.

"We're leaving, but when we come back, I want at least twenty more of those. Got it?" He says so seriously that anybody else would think he was scolding you for what you did.

"Got it," you respond, lips twitching amusedly.

"Alright, let's go," he says, nodding towards the door, feeling more motivated to get you that sweetness you craved than before.

[rosy-hollow]

｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈• ｡ﾟ╰┈➤ @ssstaryy ⦂ i saw this tiktok where this mom was talking to...uh....ehem....(bonnie blue) and she said her son was turning 18 and she was rage baiting saying stuff like "oh send him over to me" so..... bakugou with pro hero wife and she gets baited too and she just kinda.....gets really SCARY quiet. i just wanted to see bakugou kind of like "welp i tried to help you" kinda thing lmao

》 ✐ᝰ shortened the ask for all intents and purposes BUT THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING ITTT thank you for your contribution to the badass reader universe hehehe

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You swear your husband, Katsuki Bakugou, is rubbing off on you — for better or for worse.

It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes into this godforsaken interview for Tokyo’s Hottest and already, you feel the beginnings of a migraine clawing at the base of your skull

You had shown up expecting a conversation about your career — your rise to becoming the number four pro hero, the operations you’d led, the rescue missions, your combat stats, your innovative use of your quirk.

Instead?

All you’ve been fielding is a series of thinly veiled gossip questions about your marriage.

You try — multiple times — to shift the conversation back to your work. The meaningful things. But each time, the interviewer, this woman with teeth too white and a voice too shrill, giggles and steers it right back.

To him.

Now, let’s be clear — you love your husband. You’ve loved him since you were both dumb kids, and if it were Mina in front of you, you’d gush about him like you’re still twenty and head-over-heels (which, let’s face it, you are).

But this isn’t about love.

This is about respect.

And right now, you are very aware of the way it’s being chipped away with every loaded, invasive, disrespectful question this woman throws at you.

“So,” the interviewer purrs, crossing her legs slowly as if she were the one being filmed for a commercial, “we know you and your husband are totally head over heels — swoon — but come on, what’s one thing about him that just drives you crazy?”

You blink. “Uh… no? We’re pretty good.”

“Oh, come on~!” she coos, leaning forward like she’s your best friend at brunch. “Just a little thing. Don’t worry, we know you’re still obsessed with him.”

The frustration bubbles up like boiling water under your skin. But you rein it in. You always do.

“...I guess he leaves his gear everywhere?” you offer weakly. You hate yourself the moment the words leave your mouth, but in all honesty, you just wanted her to stop her nagging.

The interviewer grins like she’s won. Like you just handed her a headline wrapped in a bow.

“Ohhh, well if that’s the case,” she purrs, her voice dropping into something sultry and entirely unprofessional, “you could always send him over to me. I can handle a little mess~”

Silence.

Complete, thick, suffocating silence.

You still.

The rage is instant. Hot, electric. But you don't explode. No, you’ve learned from the best.

You don't throw a chair. You don't curse her out. You don't even blink.

You just stare.

Expression blank. Smile gone. A flicker of fire burning slow and deadly in your gaze.

She shifts in her seat. She knows.

Everyone in the room knows.

You don’t need to yell to be terrifying.

Still, she tries to recover with a nervous laugh, tugging at the hem of her skirt.

“Well, I’m just joking, obviously-!”

“Oi. Cut the fucking cameras.”

Your heart squeezes.

Katsuki.

You don’t even have to look to know where he is - somewhere just offscreen, barely holding back the urge to burn this studio to ash. But as much as you adore him for storming in like your personal hellfire…

This isn’t his fight.

This is yours.

You raise a hand toward the cameraman, who’s frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Keep rolling.”

The room stills.

You turn back to the woman, and you smile. Not sweetly. Not kindly. A slow, cold curl of your lips that spells nothing but trouble.

“Look,” you start, voice smooth like poison, “Hikari, was it?”

She nods once. Slowly. Carefully.

You lean in.

And twist the knife.

“I’ve worked my goddamn ass off to be the number four pro hero in Japan,” you say softly. “I’ve trained until my body broke. I’ve had to endure hours of torture and not say a word. I’ve walked out of burning buildings carrying children while my skin peeled off in strips.”

Her smile falters.

“But sure. Let’s talk about my husband domestic flaws”

You tilt your head, faux-friendly.

“I am not here so you can drool over the man I married like some thirsty little gremlin in red lipstick. My life? My work? My worth? None of it belongs to the man I’m married to - and treating him like a trophy on a shelf for you to paw at just shows how desperate and disgusting you really are.”

You lean back, letting the full weight of your fury settle into your words.

“He’s not for sale. I’m not here for your views. And you sure as hell aren’t getting anything from either of us.”

You sit up straighter, smile sharp.

“And that’s a wrap.”

The crew is frozen. The room? Silent. The air? Thick.

And the camera? Still rolling.

— You go to sleep that night thinking it’ll all blow over.

Spoiler: it does not.

When you wake up the next morning, your phone is vibrating so violently off your nightstand it might file for harassment.

You scroll. And scroll. And scroll.

You're viral.

Like, break-the-internet viral.

Screenshots of your face, lip curled, eyes burning; clips of your brutal monologue with remixes in the background. Edits of you walking out of the studio in slow motion with music that would make Endeavor himself flinch.

Comments flood every corner of the internet:

@ shotatochips13: mommy??? i mean- mommy?? @ kamijiroushipacc: dynamight’s definitely kicking his feet rn @ redriotinmybed: lowkey the interviewer is me but i’d flirt with HER instead @ ilovedekudotcom: book boyfriends could never.

You stare, open-mouthed. This is… a PR nightmare. But also? Kinda badass.

You wander into the kitchen in a daze, only to find Katsuki at the counter.

He's got his phone out.

And it is very clearly playing an edit of you - with some concerning angles that you don;t bother asking about.

He looks up, completely unbothered, smirking.

“What?” he shrugs. “Tried t’warn you, baby.”

You sigh.

You are never going to hear the end of this.

But when his arms slide around your waist, when he presses a kiss to your shoulder and murmurs, “Proud of you,” against your skin…

Yeah.

It was worth it.

A/N: badass reader is my roman empire now

[binmeister]

I love you.

The first time he said I love you

Saja boys x Reader (Separate)

Making up for the heart break 🫶 the way abby and jinu are my faves… but i write longer segments for the others…

CW: fluff, mostly mushy stuff - primarily gender neutral - not proofread

Jinu

Not the smoothest guy, are you?

He likes the way you laugh, the way you’re willing to mess with him when he pokes fun at you - the soft push and pull between you two that felt natural, like home. He likes the late night talks you guys have, either out on a walk enjoying the silence of the streets or moments like now where you’re laid side by side on his bed barely a hair away from each other staring at the ceiling and you don’t notice when his head has turned to watch you as you spoke - goofy grin on his face as he watches your face scrunch up whenever you recount something or the tilt in your lips as you let out an infectious laugh.

You were rambling about idol comebacks right now, both jumping into a detailed discussion on which group sounded good this time around and who could maybe try a different concept. You talked with your hands and he couldn’t help but laugh a little at how enthusiastic you were about the topic, pointing at his direction with your hands but not turning your head when you instructed him on what his group should totally try next comeback. The topic shifted again and it kept going around in circles where you’d start one, and then he’d continue, then he’d start a new topic, then you’d continue. It was comforting.

“I love you.” He blurts out, you’d both finished laughing at some dumb interaction you had at work that day and it made you both freeze up. Slowly you turned your head, realising he had been staring at you the entire time and his face was as surprised as you were. Like he didn’t expect himself to say it.

Another beat of silence. He’s about to stammer an apology and brush it off when you laugh again, chest feeling light as you roll onto your side and then flop your upper body on top of him. The last thing he saw was your big grin and then you buried your face into his chest, he looked down at you and was so caught off guard that he couldn’t help the nervous laugh that he let out as he realised he could feel the heat from your face on his chest. 

Then he hears it, the muffle of your voice as you reply to him.

“I love you too.” You had said into his chest before finally tilting your head up to look at him, he looked a mess with his face reddening by the second and then you’re both giggling like little kids that confessed to their school crush. It takes a couple minutes before you manage to poke fun at him again, making a comment as you poke his cheek. “You’re such a loser.”

“Oh, I’m the loser?” Jinu fakes offense as he raises an eyebrow, eyes crinkled a little as he calms down and he instinctively tilts his head into where your finger is prodding into his cheek then his arms finally shift to wrap around you. “Aren’t you a loser for loving me?”

“Woah woah, chill out now. I might retract my statement.” You replied to his teasing and he feigned shock, like a scorned Victorian woman and you felt his hands squeeze your sides lightly as his voice lowered a little. “You wouldn’t.”

A sly expression slipped onto your face and before you could say you would, he shifted to hover over you, one hand moving up to cover your mouth as his other arm held his torso up - his turn now to have his upper body leant over yours and he smirked at how flabbergasted you now looked. “I’m not gonna let you.”

Then you licked his palm and he quickly removed his hand from your mouth as you started to giggle evilly at him, but you were silenced once again as he quickly shifted his head to press a brief kiss to your lips. And like that he’d backed off and started giggling as he got off the bed and started dodging your attempts at catching him.

“Hehehe.” 

Abs / Abby

Say it with your chest

He’s big, more muscle than man and knows he sometimes struggles with controlling his strength but you’ve never given him grief for it - never yelled at him for being too rough or how clumsy he could be given his stature. There’s something about the way you touch him like he’s fragile, like he could break if you’re not careful and it makes his stomach all fuzzy and his chest feel warm.

It was one of those times now where you’re both just hanging out in the guys’ apartment, laying on the living room floor and he’s got a little too much energy so he looks at you before lunging. Wrapping you up in a tight hug and rolling around with you in his playful attempt of a rough housing session, he’d never actually hurt you but he needed to get the cuteness aggression out. You’d smacked at his chest and his arms to get him to stop, complaints spilling out of your mouth in between all the giggles and gasps for air you let out and it made him melt. 

“Really? That’s all you got?” He exclaimed as he rolled you guys over for him to hover on top of you, an arm shifting to cage you in by your head as his other stayed wrapped around your waist - lifting your back slightly off the floor and you were still giggling at him. Another pathetic swat at his chest that barely felt like anything and then you’d reached up with a shaky hand to hold his cheek. The touch so light he could barely feel it and he leant his head into it, the warmth of your palm was so inviting.

“Y’know, I really love you.” Your eyes widened at his sudden confession as he looked down at you with a confident grin, boyish twinkle in his eyes as he expectantly looked at you for your response. You’d stammered and he wanted to devour you right then and there, head lowering enough so he can bump his nose against yours before he lifted himself up again. He wanted to hear you say it, say it with your chest that you loved him too.

“...love you....too..” He heard your soft voice and he feigned ignorance, squinting at you like he was hard of hearing as he watched your face scrunch up and your hands had shifted from him to shield your face. Or that’s what he thought til you smacked your cheeks and look at him with a determined expression.

“I love you!” You suddenly spoke at a much louder tone, not quite yelling but getting close to a shout with it and his eyes widened. Then he’s laughing. Eyes crinkling and he feels warm and giddy. You start laughing as well and then you feel his weight drop on top of you as his arm gives out from holding him up which makes you both start laughing harder. You managed to wriggle your arms free of his weight and he rolls to his side to free you, the arm still loosely under your waist stays in it’s place and you feel his hand squeeze your side gently.

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” He mused, head rested against the fluffy rug on the floor and you rolled your eyes a little at him. You’d shifted onto your side and reached your hands up to hold his face, cupping it like he was the most precious thing in the world and he can’t get that goofy grin off his face as you do then he’s shifting his head to press a kiss to one of your palms.

“Are you guys done?” Both of you froze, heads shifting slowly to see a very unimpressed Baby staring blankly at your tangled bodies on the living room floor, his eyes flicked from you guys to the TV before he continued on. “Controversial, I know, but this is a shared space.”

Mystery

He says it with his actions

He thinks he fell for you the day he had snapped and barked at you by mistake instead of Romance and instead of being scared or disturbed, you had let out a cute little snort that still plays in his head when he remembers the first time he met you.

“Nice to meet you too.” You had quipped as you looked at him with this mischievous glint in your eyes that made him falter, why did you seem different than the other humans he’s met? Romance was beside himself, absolutely folded over in laughter at what he witnessed and Jinu had arrived just to witness that last section of what had happened. He’d walked over and grabbed Mystery by the back of his neck and forced him into a 90 degree bow while apologising profusely to you. You laughed it off and said it was no biggie, thought it was a little funny and you hoped the guys had a good day.

He’d run into you again a few days later, gone on a walk to get away from the chaos that were his ‘demon bros’ as Abs liked to call them. You were in the park - same strip of bricked pavement where he had barked at you and it’s like you felt his gaze on you when you’d suddenly raised your head and looked at him. He saw the way you smiled, recognition evident on your face as you gave him a little wave. He waved back, smiling back at you and then felt a little tug at his heart as if telling him to go talk to you but he ended up ducking his head and continuing on with his walk.

Then he runs into you again another time. And again. And again. Actually he might have subconsciously been searching you out now that he thinks about it. But you don’t seem weirded out by the frequency that you’ve run into each other, rather you joke about it each time you bump into each other. 

“You sure you’re not stalking me?” You had said today as you run into the mysterious lavender haired guy for the umpteenth time in the last fortnight, you knew the coincidence of running into someone were low but never 0 so you just assumed it was crazy timing. Seeing as how you’d run into his two friends a few times as well, you just thought they must live around the area and like getting out. 

“I might be.” He joked. Your eyes widened a little and then it dawned on him that he’s never actually spoken to you during all of these brief encounters, normally just nodding at what you said or you’d both wave a small hello at eachother and then he sees your lips quirk up into a little smile. Like you found him cute.

“..guess I’m lucky then.” You’d said a little quieter, a bashful expression crossing your face as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. No further words were exchanged - unknowingly your feet synced up and the two of you were walking together for a while. Indulging in the comfortable silence and then you bid each other a farewell til the next time you’d meet.

It was like a silent agreement that you’d be together every time you ran into each other after that, taking a walk around the plaza and then on some days you’d extend the walk meter by meter til your encounters went from a short 15 minute walk to an hour or more of mindlessly walking about together side by side - a respectable distance between you two that steadily grew smaller over time. Exchanging short conversation here and there but mostly just enjoying each others quiet company. 

The pair of you were nearing the end of today’s walk, steps slowing down to preserve what time you had left and then when you’d returned to the plaza you started in you’d stood still in silence. Both not really wanting to go home just yet and as you were saying goodbye and turning to leave, you felt a clammy hand grab onto your wrist gently and then you turned to look at Mystery mouth agape as if he didn’t expect his body to move on it’s own. You couldn’t help the nervous giggle you let out as you relaxed a little, turning back around to face him and then he let his instincts kick in.

It was gentle, mostly, his teeth accidentally clinked against yours as he incorrectly guessed the distance between your faces and he’d pressed his mouth against yours for a brief moment. A quiet confession. Your face was heating up and you looked dazed at his actions and then you were smiling again, a little pep in your step as you two decided to extend your walk a little longer for the night.

Hands linked together this time.

Romance

Signs it in your notebook

He likes that he doesn’t have to keep up the pretence, doesn’t have to keep up the flirty persona at all times with you and it was oddly reassuring. You’d tagged along for a fan signing event that your friends were frothing at the mouth for and when they got a little too excited at getting signatures from the Saja boys; you’d bowed a little and explained that they were really big fans. He picked up on how you excluded yourself from that.

He spotted you again at another fan signing event they held, not really paying attention to anything that was happening on stage and trying your best to look like you were having fun whenever one of your friends whipped around to look at you all starry eyed. During some brief fan interaction it was you and your friends again that had managed to luck out, the group were all exchanging conversation with your friends and you had hung back a little. Clearly not wanting to engage but not wanting to seem rude so you’d respond if anyone directed their attention at you, but then you’d quickly shift the other guys’ focus back onto your friends.

It was his turn to talk to you as your friends had switched seats to now be in front of the other guys, you’d plopped down on the seat across from him and before he could even get a word out to him you rose a hand to get him to stop.

“Don’t worry about it.” You’d said simply, his brain short-circuited as he tried to piece together what you meant by that but you’d bowed a little to show your respect before your eyes shifted back to your friends to make sure they didn’t do anything in front of their idols that may warrant concern. 

..you didn’t want him to flirt with you? It clicked now, how he normally greeted his fans and how he had just greeted your friends prior. He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at that but he eased up, opting to ask if you’d like to just chat then. You seemed surprised at that but you agreed, the two of you just conversing mindlessly.

He asked you about your friends, you explained they were both part of the ‘Pride’ (with finger quotations) and you just wanted to support them because they get nervous without someone around to back them up. He asked if you were part of the Pride and you shook your head no. That question became a frequent one between you two as he realised this would not be your last encounter at one of these fan signing events.

He was impressed with your friends dedication when he saw you again the third time, but realised it was a different group of friends you were with and it seemed like you were just the designated chaperone at this rate. You caught his eye and gave a guilty smile at his smirk. When it was your time in front of him again, he asked you again if you were part of the Pride yet and this time you shrugged. Progress. He liked that. You spoke again, conversation not really about the event anymore and instead a little more about yourself - your interests and what you both were going to do after the event was over and the a lotted 15 minutes was up just like that. You bowed at each other as you stood from your seat to go down the line and you continued to chat with his other group mates, while he was interacting with the next fan he couldn’t help the way his eyes would flick over to where you were.

“She’s really pretty.” This fan had whispered at him and he was surprised at that, it didn’t seem like this fan was mad about it and just told him that he should totally go for it if he wanted. He put on the flirty persona after that - a little embarrassed at how he got caught out being ‘unprofessional’ as Jinu would tell him but the event still went smoothly.

The fourth time he saw you in the crowd at their latest event, you were alone. No friends around you and when your eyes met he saw the way you froze like a deer in headlights and sheepishly waved at him. The same song and dance as you’re sat in front of him, this time you’ve brought your own notebook instead of the freebie poster handed out at the start of the event.

“So..?” He didn’t ask the question in full but you knew what he wanted, you laughed a little and nodded this time. “Yes, I  finally joined the pride.”

He liked the way you laughed, liked it so much that as he was signing your notebook he flicked a corner up to one of the back pages to leave a little note for you to find later. Then you two continued your usual conversation, getting to know each other in the time slot given and you were off again to get the others’ signatures and have your brief chats. You’d gotten home that night and were showing your friends your notebook on a video call when you noticed a corner of it had been folded back, as the others were gushing you flicked to the back of your notebook and saw in Romance’s pretty handwriting.

I think I love you, call me? xxx - xxx - xxx

Baby

Slips it into conversation casually

You’d ended up apart of the group at some point, it’s fuzzy that he can’t pinpoint when and why but you’d accidentally come across their demon identities and instead of snitching - you just shrugged and offered to teach them how to people better. Jinu was hesitant at first and then he witnessed a moment of Mystery chewing on the corner of the phone that he’d received and immediately folded at your offer. Easy to say that Mystery no longer chews on technology, when you’re present at least.

He’s intrigued by you, confused that you’re not annoyed at him when he seemingly isn’t paying full attention to you but then you explain that you know he’s listening: how his ears perk up a little and he’s less focused on whatever else he’s fidgeting with and how you notice the way he instinctively leans in a little when you start talking. He scoffed and tried to play it off, telling himself he hated that you caught him out but he can’t deny that fluttery feeling he had as you looked at him with that cute little knowing smile of yours.

There was a day you’d left earlier than normal, seemingly having dinner plans with your other human friends and Jinu let you off and the other guys all waved goodbye too. As soon as he was sure you were gone he had gone to invade the elder male’s room, thinking maybe he should ask him about the fluttery feeling because he’d rather Jinu know than Romance. One of them can keep secrets and one of them is a gossipy wench.

“Hey I, when I’m with [Name] my stomach feels like there’s like...” His brain was struggling to form words as he attempted to describe the sensation he had when he was with you, Jinu was patient as he let Baby try to process his thoughts into words and sat up a little straight to hear the younger man a bit better. “Like there's bugs in it.” Yeah.. that’s the phrase, bugs in the stomach. “What is that feeling?”

“You’re in love!” Before Jinu could even open his mouth to answer Baby’s question, Romance had exclaimed loudly behind him - hands clasps together as he cooed at the youngest member and started to make a whole song and dance over it. Baby didn’t even have a chance to lunge at him as Romance ran off to tell the ‘great news’ to Abby and Mystery. This was the most energy he’s shown in day to day life as he whipped around to chase after but then Jinu spoke and it made him freeze in his tracks.

“Well.. he’s technically not wrong.” Was the calm comment, he looked amused at Baby’s disgruntled expression before he continued on. “Love is pretty strong word but, you might have feelings for [Name].”

Both of his elder demons’ words echoed in his mind for the next few weeks. Lingering as he stared at you a little longer than usual and then when you asked if he was okay he just nodded dumbly, not really thinking it over too much. You didn’t pry further as you were busy trying to teach Mystery that  ‘yes you can say this, no you cannot growl or snap your teeth at them’ when he had asked you what was appropriate interactions with fans.

It was on his mind now as you turned to ask if Baby had any questions now that the taller male was done, he didn’t have nearly as many as Mystery did but he had a couple and then as you were answering whatever bullshit question he came up with he just.. slipped his confession in between it.

“Love you.” You paused and then blinked, opening your mouth and then closing it again as you tried to process what he just said. “Wait wh-”

“I love you.” He said it again, the same casualness as the first time that threw you for a loop as he proceeded to ask another question right after it - not giving you any time to recover because he was starting to get a little nervous about it. You answered  his question with a little shyness in your voice now, the confidence you usually had shaken up a little  as you tried to process the information he let slip.

As you were bidding them goodbye for the day, you paused as you walked by Baby before leaning in for a second to tell him something. His eyes widened a fraction and he tried to play it cool in front of the other members, as you rushed outright afterwards. He would rather die than let Romance know what you had quietly confessed to him on your way out.

“I love you too, Baby.”

[prettygirl-gabi]

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers xFiancé!Reader

Fandom: WNBA-Dallas Wings

Summary: oh it was a surprise indeed

A/N: just wanna thank @thatonesuschix for being a pawn in my plan

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I should’ve known Paige was up to something the second she left the house wearing that smug little smirk she gets when she knows she’s keeping secrets.

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” she asked, adjusting the collar of her oversized purple Nike x Supreme tracksuit in the mirror, roots perfectly hidden under her beanie.

I was standing in the kitchen, unpacking dishes from the last moving box while rocking a wrinkled tee and pajama shorts.

“Nah, I’m good. The couch and I are in a long-term relationship today.”

She chuckled and came over, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “Alright, just remember I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

I squinted. “Is it something I’ll love?”

She winked. “Hopefully. No promises though.”

Then she walked out in that baggy purple fit and all-white Air Forces like she wasn’t about to change my entire emotional state in less than four hours.

I spent the next couple hours organizing the bathroom cabinet, lighting candles, and scrubbing mystery spots off the kitchen counter.

Boring.

Domestic.

The kind of stuff that should’ve given me peace.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about what this surprise was.

Paige had been teasing it all week and I thought maybe she had a spa day planned, or got us Beyoncé tickets or something.

What I wasn’t expecting was to be betrayed in 4K.

I was sprawled across the couch with a blanket on my lap and a bowl of popcorn beside me when I casually opened Twitter to see NBA Draft updates. I typed Paige’s name into the search bar for fun—just to see if she’d made her appearance yet.

I wish I hadn’t.

The first photo that popped up stopped my whole heart.

There she was, at the Dallas Mavericks Draft Watch Party, posted up at the edge of the court in that same purple Nike x Supreme tracksuit. But the beanie she had one was long gone… and in its place?

A blunt healthy chop.

And fresh platinum blonde roots.

I nearly dropped my phone into the popcorn bowl.

“NOOOO,” I yelled, sitting up like I’d been electrocuted.

I clicked on the photo, zoomed in, and stared at her sleek, straight hair—the same head I’d been kissing just this morning, except now it looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial.

“This is the surprise?” I muttered to myself. “Oh, she’s sick for this.”

I immediately swiped up and hit FaceTime.

No hesitation.

She had one chance to explain this before I spiraled.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Nothing.

I stared at the screen like it had betrayed me too.

She always picked up.

Even if she was in the middle of something, she’d at least text back a quick “can’t talk rn, will call after.” Or a “kiss my ass.” But now? Radio silence.

I tried again.

Same result.

“Okay,” I muttered, pressing my lips together. “That’s how we’re playing this.”

I went back to Twitter and kept scrolling.

Clip after clip, angle after angle—Paige talking to reporters, Paige laughing with fans, Paige crouched down and talking to some sweet little kid reporter in a Dallas jersey. Paige doing Paige things. That new hair shining like she just walked out of a Dyson Airwrap ad.

And me?

Completely out of the loop.

The longer I watched, the more I paced.

I wasn’t mad that she cut it—I mean, she looked incredible.

Of course she did.

Paige Bueckers could shave her head and still look like she walked off a runway.

But to not tell me?

To keep it secret and then hit a whole red carpet rollout for the public before letting me, her fiancé, see it?

I grabbed my phone again, thumb already holding the audio icon down before I could second guess it.

“So not only did you touch up your roots… you cut your hair, and didn’t think to tell me—your loving girlfriend of six years, fiancé of one, by the way? Come on, P… be so for real. And THEN. And…and Then..you let me find out through Twitter? Of all places? Ohhhh, fuck you, Paige Madison. Fuck. You. Ohhh you are so sleeping on the couch tonight.”

I sent it.

And for a solid ten minutes, the only response I got was her leaving me on read.

Which would’ve been fine.

If she didn’t then post a video of herself lip-syncing my audio message to her Instagram Story, standing center court like she was accepting a Grammy for “Best Betrayal.”

I kid you not.

A video of her in the green room, dramatically lip-syncing to my audio.

She even clutched her chest and gasped when I said her full name.

Fans were already losing it in the comments.

“They’re unhinged I love it.”

“This relationship is peak entertainment.”

“Y/N really said ✨drama✨.”

I threw my phone on the couch and flopped down with a groan.

She thought this was funny.

She thought me discovering her haircut via Twitter was content.

She was lucky I loved her.

I heard the door open and close softly. Paige walked in like she was trying to sneak in past curfew, even though she knew I was still awake.

I didn’t say a word at first.

She peeked into the bedroom, still in the same tracksuit, and smiled sheepishly. “Hey…”

I didn’t even look at her. “Hope Twitter treated you well tonight.”

She sighed. “You’re still mad?”

“You got a whole haircut and didn’t even text me.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Yeah. And I found out through Twitter. That’s not a surprise, that’s a jump scare.”

She walked over slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, her freshly cut bob brushing just above her shoulders. The soft lighting made her look even more unfairly attractive. Rude.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” she said, voice quiet. “I just… wanted to feel fresh. The season’s been crazy. The move. The press. I needed something for me.”

“I would’ve supported that,” I murmured, softer now. “I just wish I’d been part of it.”

Paige reached for my hand. “You always are. Even when I’m bleaching my scalp in a stranger’s salon.”

I snorted. “You look hot. That’s the worst part.”

She grinned. “You think so?”

“Don’t act brand new. You’ve been trending since 7PM.”

She laughed, brushing her fingers up my arm. “So… what if I said I booked us massages tomorrow? And brunch. And maybe… just maybe… there’s a box in the closet with your name on it from Coach?”

I raised a brow. “Are you trying to buy my forgiveness?”

“Absolutely.”

I tried to glare, but the truth was, I’d already melted. Her new hair looked incredible, and she smelled like vanilla and champagne and expensive night outs. I caved.

“Alright. But next time you cut your hair, you better text me a ‘brace yourself’ warning.”

She nodded. “Deal. Can I sleep here tonight? Or is the couch calling me?”

I pulled back the covers. “Only if I get to run my hands through your freshly done hair.”

She laughed and slid in beside me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

As I tangled my fingers in her freshly-cut hair, she whispered, “You’re still gonna use that in arguments, aren’t you?”

I grinned. “Oh, definitely. I’m getting it framed.”

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[thehmn]

Kojima really shot himself in the foot with Quiet because he was always very left leaning with some pretty progressive ideas but unfortunately he’s also very horny and while he sexualize both men and women there are some pretty bad implications of not just having a female character who’s forced to wear as little as possible but also rob her of her ability to speak. I have no idea if he didn’t see how bad that looked or if he was trying to say something that fell completely flat. Either way he fucked up.

Because people got angry at him all the right leaning weirdos decided to adopt him but unlike a lot of left leaning people who get scared and decide to join the right after the left criticized them Kojima doubled down. He doesn’t want right leaning fans.

The first Death Standing had a lot of queer under- and overtones, both gender and sexuality, and it commented on women’s worth being tied to their bodies and ability to give birth and raise children, condemning how women are treated as goods that can be broken and cast aside by men. Fragile was anything but fragile. Her body had been disfigured by Higgs and she didn’t have a desire for children but she was still important. Sam carried his baby Lou on his stomach as if he was pregnant and ended up sharing the parenting with another man, Deadman.

And right out of the gate in Death Standing 2 Kojima lets us know what he thinks of vaccines when Deadman gives Sam three vaccines with instructions on how and when to give them to Lou “because we want her to live a long life” Kojima said vaccinate your fucking kids. And we get a character like Rainy who was an outcast and even declared a witch because people were scared of her powers so she tried to conform to her womanly duties by getting pregnant but people still hated her. It took Fragile to pull her back from the brink and show her that a powerful woman is nothing to be afraid of.

And most depressing of all, the Still Mothers. Braindead women who are kept alive just for their fetuses. Kojima unfortunately proved that he understands America a little too well with that one.

And while people will loudly declare Kojima bisexual we don’t actually know because to my knowledge he has never talked about it. All we’ve got are the things Nicolas Winding Refn, who defines himself as bi-curious/bi depending on the day, has said about their relationship involving sensuality and kink and Kojima hasn’t denied any of it, in fact they seem to have gotten closer over the years. The only reason why I feel comfortable talking about it is because they’re putting it out there and even in their art for all see.

First in Too Old to Die Young where Kojima cuts a man’s finger off while Liv Corfixen (Refn’s wife) watches in a scene reminiscent of kink play (the confusion of sex and violence is a whole thing in Refn’s movies/shows) and then in Death Standing 2 we get two characters “played” by Refn and Corfixen offering to be in polyamorous relationship with Sam who is pretty widely understood to be a symbolic standin for Kojima and his journey LINK They’re not being super subtle about it.

And because of stuff like this the right has now decided DS2 is woke and refuse to play it but unfortunately a lot of people on the left never really expanded their knowledge about Kojima beyond Quiet being a terrible female character so they also refuse to play his games and I’m honestly a bit worried for his future career. I really hope he finds a balance between staying true to his wild and woke self and making money that works for him.

[hua-mo-jin-is-a-cutie]

Things that work for me to get over the "starting" phase.

- text it to myself. Even if that text is sent from a computer, writing the stuff down in a communication app feels wa less stressful.

- Google docs on my phone. Again, on phone is more casual, less polished.

- bullet point outlines. Sometimes you just need go get the fic structure and plot down, you don't need the details yet. If there are vivid details or pieces of dialogue then you can just make a new bullet point and hit tab. Bam, now it's part of that plot point. (Disclaimer, sometimes I write an outline like this and then never finish the fic oops)

- posting/talking to someone vaguely about my ideas for a fic before/during the writing process. Sometimes just sharing your ideas and having other people tell you they are in fact good is all you need to calm your nerves and actually write.

- silly fonts. Times New Roman sucks always. I can't focus my eyes on that one. Arial and Calbiri are fine. Comic sans is very good for my dyslexia.

- increasing font/page size. I used to do this a lot, I don't really use it much anymore. But basically I used to always wrote in size 14 or 16 Calbiri with the page zoomed into 110 or 120 %. Feels less stuffy idk. Double spaced lines also help. Maybe I'm just really dyslexic lol.

-music minimal words. I'm very partial to my liminal playlist personally.

do you ever just … picture a whole scene, a whole fanfiction in your head, you know how to place every single word of the english dictionary that you need (or your language dictionary), you know how to structure your sentences, you know just what your characters are going to say to each other and then… and then you just open microsoft word.

[nekonaps0]

Hiii, first time requesting smth from you but i LOVE your work! Its just so easy to read, its descriptive but not too wordy, which is a pet peeve of mine for fan fics lol.

Anyway, could you write a reader/idia of an unlikely pairing? Like the reader is almost a polar opposite of idia but they somehow manage to get together?

Thank you so much! And again, keep up the good work <3

Out of my league

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Idia

✦Social anxiety (Idia), fluff overdose, Idia overthinking literally everything

The first time Idia Shroud noticed you, it was because you were loud.

Not in the annoying way. Not in the “make him mute the game” way. Just…so present.

You moved through Night Raven like you belonged in the center of every scene: laughing in the dining hall, calling out to people in the hallway, showing up to class with glitter on your face and a joke in your mouth. You wore the loudest colors. You clapped when you laughed.

You were, in every possible way, a walking migraine to his quiet existence.

So why, in the name of all things, did his stomach do a weird little flutter every time you passed by?

It started with an accident. You had wandered into the Ignihyde dorm looking for Ortho who adored you, naturally and you got lost.

He panicked when you suddenly knocked on his door and you just stand in his doorstep with a big smile. Not because he didn’t want you there. But because his room was a disaster of cables, figurines, wall-to-wall monitors, and one very red, very reclusive housewarden in pajama pants…

You looked around with stars in your eyes and said

“Holy crap, your room looks like the inside of an anime opening! This is SO COOL.”

Idia glitched.

Like, emotionally glitched.

No one ever said his world was cool. He spent years trying to keep it separate from everyone else’s.

You plopped down on his beanbag chair like you belonged there and pointed at one of his favorite rare figurines.

“Is that the limited edition figurine from that new anime? One of my friend has one. He says it’s cursed.”

He choked on his own spit.

You grinned. “So… are you cursed too?”

He didn’t know what to do with that.

•

You didn’t stop visiting.

At first, Idia assumed you were just being nice, or maybe doing some weird social experiment to see if he’d explode.

But you kept showing up. Kept dragging him into sunlight… metaphorically, thank the gods… and demanding his opinion on things.

“Would you still like me if I was a worm?”


“Which anime would we be the power couple in?”


“Should I dye my hair blue to match yours, or would that be cringe?”

He answered in stammers and soft muttering, while his hair burned pink like he was about to self-combust.

You made it worse by leaning in every time.

Like he was worth listening to.

The thing about you was: you never asked him to change.

You didn’t force him to go to parties. You didn’t drag him into crowds. You just… showed up. With snacks. With stories. With shiny trinkets and strange animal facts and the warmest presence he’d ever known.

And somehow, despite all odds, Idia started opening the door before you knocked.

One day, he asked.

“Why do you… like hanging out with someone like me?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re, like, sunshine and shouting. And I’m… basement gloom and digital ghosts.”

You tilted your head, lips twitching. “And yet, here you are, warming up to me like a lizard in a heat lamp.”

He short-circuited.

But you weren’t done.

“You don’t get it, do you? You’re easy to be around. You don’t fake things. You care about stuff…like, deeply. And when you talk about the things you love? You glow, Idia. You’re brilliant.”

He stared. Speechless.

And then you kissed his cheek. Casual. Soft. Like it wasn’t the biggest moment of his life.

“Also,” you added, winking, “you’re cuter than you think.”

Idia was red for six hours straight.

•

It took time…weeks…months, loaded silences and soft heartbeats, but eventually…

You were curled beside him on the bed, watching a boss fight. You shouted excitedly when he landed a crit. He blushed. You cheered. He muttered something about how his “damage stat increased just because you were watching.”

And then, quietly, tentatively, he took your hand.

“I don’t… I mean, I didn’t think… someone like you could like someone like me.”

You turned and kissed the top of his head.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Shroud. We’re a legendary drop—rare, chaotic, and somehow exactly what we needed.

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Hiiii~ I hope you like it ✨

[mindless-existence1]

Kpop Demon Hunters

Humanized!Saja Boys x Reader Headcannons

Summery: Fluff and Smut headcannons about the Saja Boys as boyfriends (separate)

Authors note: I FINISHED WRITING THIS AND THEN IT DELETED AND I HAD TO REWRITE THE WHOLE THING anyway requests open

This includes Jinu, Baby, and Abby pt2 will have Mystery and Romance

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Jinu Fluff

Hes the most used to being a human but that doesnt mean hes any good at the whole dating thing.

When you first start dating any of his "smoothness" goes straight of the window and he becomes very nervous around you

Eventually though he becomes more relaxed and really shows his true self.

I think his love langue is a mix of gift giving and physical touch

Hes the type of guy to see something that reminds him of you and he gets it

Doesn't let you pay for anything cuz hes there for you

And being an idol is a stressing thing so especially after a big preformance all he needs is to cuddle

His favorite thing is cuddled up under a huge blanket after practice and just getting to have a break with you

Jinu smut

Definitely a switch in my mind he has that dominant vibe but there are times he wants to be taken care of

After really good performances hes dominant, hes on an adrenaline rush and feels on top of the world

I see him as a soft dom because hes worried hes going to hurt you in some way

But if he gets really mad or upset he just needs a good fuck and he just lets himself go

His aftercare is immaculate tho dont get me wrong he cleans you, gets your anything you want/need, a hot bath, etc

The opposite though is when hes upset and wants to get taken care of.

Other times is when hes tired from a preformance or practice.

Kinks he has:

Over stimulation: This shows up in when hes taking care of you and tries to get as many orgasms out of you as he can

Dirty talk: When hes worked up he cant stop talking, he'll whisper in your ear when hes pounding into you

Praise: whether hes top or bottom he'll praise you but also likes getting praised when hes a bottom it makes him come so fast.

Baby Fluff

Very straight forward with how hes feeling I dont see him as the innocent "baby" figure he shows

Despite the fact we know "all demons do is feel" his feelings for you are...different. Demons arent really used to romantic attraction.

So even though hes confident doesn't mean he knows what hes doing. After the first few dates he starts to figure things out.

Its a lot of trial and error but one you get into the groove of things its great.

His love langue is quality time, since he is busy a lot whenever he gets to actually hang out with you its his favorite thing

Definitely a pda enjoyer, hes likes showing you off hes a prideful man and hes proud of his partner

One thing he really enjoys being in a relationship is the comfort that comes from it.

At the beginning he wasnt sure what he was feeling but he now enjoys the warm fuzzy feeling he gets when he sees you

Baby smut

A dom. Thats the truth of it.

Like i said hes not innocent and to be honest I can see him as the freakiest of the group.

At the very least hes a power bottom, there are times he is too tired to do all the work and controls from the bottom.

But whenever you want to take charge he lets you just so he can tease and give condescending praise/degradation

"Aw my poor baby, are you all tired? Already we just started. Do i have to do everything around he? Just be the good slut I know you are and let me fuck you yeah?"

His aftercare is amazing he'll code switch entierly and become his most affectionate after sex

Kinks of his:

Bdsm, hes the freakiest and is into a lot of stuff that falls under this category, hes up for almost anything and gets off to you letting him do all that stuff he wants

Dirty talk, hes a rapper very good with his words and it comes out here, like i said before he is into degradation and a mix of praise but hes very talkative

Public sex, not directly in the public eye but he gets off to being risky and doing it in places theres at least a small chance someone finds you

Abby Fluff

Hes like a really big himbo teddy bear. Unde the beefy abs hes just a baby.

Like Baby and the other guys (except Jinu) hes not used to romantic attraction at all so hes very attentive in learning how to be a good boyfriend

Very protective as well hes the type of guy to always have a hand on your waist or holding yours when walking or in a crowded space

Likes to show off his strength and just kinda in general so sometimes he'll just pick you up or will do something for you randomly to show off

Love langue is physical touchs in words of affirmation. Hes a big dude so a lot more to cuddle and he just likes the closeness of it.

He always has a hand on your in some way whether that be your thigh, waist, back, hand, anything he just likes being close and that touch is nice.

Words of affirmation is more receiving then giving he really likes hearing that hes doing something right as a boyfriend and you love him

Abby Smut

A service top. He lives to serve and in bed he'll do anything you ask anything you want he'll do.

One of the easiest to get to bottom, hes there to please and rarely indulges in himself so bottoming doesnt change much for him.

I feel hed be a bit worried to hurt you because hes beefy and he was a demon so that keeps him from being rough as well.

When he gets overwhelmed by emotion (anger or sadness or happiness or whatever) he will get a bit more rough but its followed by the best praise

One of the best at aftercare, he'll do everything you ask whether its rubbing your sore legs or getting you snacks

Kinks he has:

Mirror sex, not a kink persay but he really likes doing it where he can see everything thats happening not just his pov

Different places, likes having sex in different places either around his room or "house" (its more of a penthouse i perfume but whateves) not in public like Baby but he likes knowing your his everywhere

Mutual masturbation, he likes seeing you masturbate. Not only does it turn him on but he also gets to see what you like and talk you through it

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Pt2 with Romance and Mystery is coming comment if you want to be tagged in it!

[sillygoose067]

hii there! not sure if you’re accepting requests at the moment but if you are could you write something with lewis and this viral tiktok trend of the current boyfriend? i’ve read your couch cuddles fic and it was so perfect and i think you could write something really cute with this idea 🥰

Hello lovely reader, thanks for this request! My requests are definitely open and I'm accepting, but I'm a little slow with responses, sorry 😓

I'm really glad you liked Couch Cuddles and saw some potential in my writing for this particular request. I hope it met your standards!

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Mangoes and Mistakes

Lewis Pullman x Reader

You’re sitting on the couch, your legs crossed, hoodie sleeves pulled halfway over your hands, and Lewis tucked beside you — hoodie on, socks mismatched, lazily curled up with a book and a bowl of sliced mango on his lap.

Your phone’s already recording. Propped up against a candle and a crumpled tissue, just for this little lip balm review.

“Okay,” you begin with a conspiratorial grin. “Mini review time. We’ve got the new Laneige Glowy Balm — Sweet Candy flavor.”

Lewis glances at you with a tiny amused noise, as if to say here we go again, but doesn’t look up from his book.

You lift the balm to the camera. “Smells like candy. Cute packaging. Pricey, because of course it is. My current boyfriend says I have five of these already, but he doesn’t understand skincare so we ignore him.”

You don’t even pause as you say it. You’re "too busy" evaluating texture and scent and whether the lighting’s good.

But Lewis does.

You don’t notice it right away, not until about ten seconds later — when your voice kind of echoes into a weird, uncomfortable quiet.

You glance sideways.

He hasn’t turned the page. His gaze is cast somewhere lower now, somewhere between the floor and the curve of his own wrist. The hand holding the mango bowl is suddenly still. The air feels like it’s holding its breath. One hand is clenched slightly around the edge. His jaw’s tight.

You pause your talking.

“…What?” you ask, still half-smiling.

He sets the book down.

Just gently closes it, like he suddenly doesn’t have the attention span to hold it open anymore. His body language has folded in on itself — book now shut, thumb pressed firm against its spine like he’s trying to steady something deeper than paper. His mouth is drawn, the muscle in his jaw shifting like he’s chewing on something he’s not ready to spit out.

He shifts the bowl of mango off his lap and leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees.

And he’s quiet.

“Lew?”

Still nothing.

You reach out and nudge his shoulder. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

He breathes in slowly and lets it out all in one go. “Nothing. I’m just…” He shrugs. “Tired, I guess.”

“Did you mean that?” he says quietly, and the softness in his voice is the kind that only comes with injury — not rage, not even anger. Just confusion and a little hurt. The kind of ache that sounds like someone trying to convince themselves they didn’t hear what they heard.

You blink. “Mean what?”

You study him. The way he won’t look at you. The little crease in his forehead. The tight set of his mouth. And suddenly your stomach drops.

He gestures vaguely, like it physically stings to repeat it. “The… ‘current boyfriend’ thing.”

You laugh. Light, automatic. “Oh my God, no, babe — it’s a TikTok trend. People do it as a joke. It’s not serious.”

He doesn’t answer.

You sit up straighter, your heart in your throat.

He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s fine. You were probably joking. Doesn’t matter.”

“No, hold on—” You stop recording. “Babe. Seriously. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just a trend. People say it to be sarcastic.”

“Yeah,” he says, voice quiet, almost flat. “I get it.”

You stare quietly at him for a second. “Then why do you look like you just got gut-punched?”

That’s when he finally turns to you — eyes rimmed slightly red, not teary, just… hurt.

“Because it’s you,” he says. “And when it’s you, I take stuff seriously. Even the jokes. Especially the ones I’m not expecting.”

The room is too quiet now. The balm feels heavy in your hand.

“I didn’t mean it,” you whisper.

“I know you didn’t. But hearing you say that — like I’m just temporary — it felt real. Just for a second. And I hated it.”

He leans back again, blinking hard like he’s trying to swallow it down, not make a big deal out of it — but it is a big deal. You can see it in the way he’s holding his shoulders, like he’s trying to take up less space.

You toss the lip balm onto the couch and climb into his lap, into the space that’s always been yours, and rest your forehead against his like you’re trying to will your sincerity into his bones.

He doesn’t resist. But his arms don’t come up right away either.

“No. No, I don’t. think you're temporary Lewis, I swear to God. That was just me being stupid. I didn’t think. I saw the trend, and I — look at me. Please,” you say softly.

He does. Barely.

“You are not my ‘current boyfriend.’ You are my person. You’re it. You’ve always been it. You’re my everything. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t even think — I was just trying to be funny. It wasn’t about us.”

He finally lets his arms wrap around you, slowly, like his body’s been waiting for permission.

“You promise?”

You cradle his face between your palms. “I promise.”

You feel his breath against your shoulder. “I just… I think I feel stuff too much when it’s you.”

“Good. I want you to feel it. I never want to hurt you with something that dumb again.”

His smile is small. Barely there. But it’s a start.

“Delete it?” he asks, voice muffled.

“Gone,” you say. “And next time I’ll call you what you really are.”

He raises a brow, still sad-eyed but curious. “Which is?”

You lean in. “Endgame.”

That gets the tiniest exhale of a laugh.

And then your lips are brushing, kissing — mouth to mouth, wordless, steady. It’s slower now, unhurried, as if the apology is still unfolding through the softness of your lips. He tastes faintly of mango, sweet and ripe from the bowl he’d abandoned earlier. And you, with your ridiculous Laneige balm — you taste like fruit and candy and something that should make no sense at all but somehow does, because it’s you.

He lingers in it. Kisses you like he’s trying to memorize the contrast, the saccharine sweet of mango against glaze, the warmth of your body against the ache he hadn’t even realized was still in his chest. One of his hands drifts to the side of your jaw, thumb brushing just under your cheekbone like he’s still grounding himself in your presence.

You sigh into his mouth, quiet and open, pressing yourself closer, and that’s when his grip shifts.

Without warning, his hands slide firmly to your hips and he rises in one fluid motion, lifting you effortlessly with him, arms strong and sure beneath your thighs as you instinctively hook your legs around him.

Your breath stutters. “Lew—”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just carries you down the hallway, eyes dark and steady, jaw tense — with something akin to possessed.

When he finally speaks, it’s low and certain, a murmur against your temple:

“I’ve got a lifetime’s worth of proof to leave on your skin. Don’t ever call me temporary again.”

You swallow, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

He kicks the bedroom door open gently with his foot, because this has all become muscle memory — you in his arms, lips kiss-drunk and trusting, his name echoing back against the soft hush of the walls.

By the time he lays you down, the hurt is long gone.

All that's left is him.

[willwasnotfound]

Other kind of demon

DAAAAAMN, I just invented this today and it's waaay crazy that it has so many likes :'v (at least for me) Thank you everyone for reading this, I promise I'll do my best to give you all whatever you want, again, sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language! Prologue, Chapter 2

The souls you left behind

Calling Y/N the new member of huntrix was both wrong and correct at the same time, she still sang by herself, but started to release a lot of songs with the girls, and that was enough for the fame of both to increase.

She not only was a great singer, she was great at composing and writing, she made up song for both, Huntrix and her, loving the recognition it got her.

Pop/Stars was just the begining, she wrote more and more, ironically, More was the next song she wrote, inviting a chinese singer that was also rising up on the industry, making it one of the biggest hit on the charts.

Tonight Huntix had an important show, it would be the last before taking an important break that they needed reaaally bad.

“Everyone look alive.” Bobby, the manager of the group, said to the concert staff backstage making sure everything is perfect for the performance of the group. 

“All right. Looking good over there. Okay. Ready? Ready. But where are the girls?” Bobby, double checked everything around the arena and looked on his phone to see any updates from the girls. 

“What? What? Where are they going?” Only to see on his phone that the plane of Huntrix was going out of track on its destination. "Y/N! Did the girls told you something??" Bobby kept freaking out, searching the mentioned girl.

"I think they just might have problems." Y/N called the girls, and they answered quickly.

"Hi Y/N!" The tree girls greeted her with a smile, then Bobby as he appeared on the screen too. "Hi Bobby!"

"Yeah, hi! Uhm, what are you doing?" Y/N passed her phone to Bobby, just leaving to backstage and prepare some stuff, she already knew what might happen. "We're about to eat our preshow ramyeon." Rumi turned the phone to show the food they had on their jet.

"Pre-show? What about the show-show?" Suddenly, the phone was stealed from him from some fans, and he foughted to have it back.

Then Y/N appeared again, helping Bobby to have the phone back and also talking with the girls. "Hey, need some help opening?" She quickly appeared on the screen, to which the girls nodded.

"Yeah, I think we've got a plague." Mira turned to face the flight attendants clearly annoyed.

"We owe you one!" Zoey smiled brightly to then end the call.

"So?" Bobby stood aside from her, trying to calm down, if Y/N was calm it was probably a good thing.

"I'm going to open the show, don't overthink, 'kay Bobby?" Y/N went straight to the stage. "Please, put on the track." She talked to a staff behind Bobby, he only nodded, and encouraged Y/N.

The fans were screaming in excitement, they had expected her to be there, yes, but not that soon, and as the final note rang out she signaled to the sky, noticing the figures of the main evente and calling for the public to also look at them.

"Look up at the sky, I present to you, Huntrix!" With that, a cloud of smoke raised in the area, from which a demon emerged falling between spectators, along with the girls on stage, interpreting "How it's done." Zoey quickly killed the demon, making it go 'puff' and explode into confetti, pleasing the fans.

As Rumi reached the highest note, they could see golden in the Honmoon, smiling excited as their goal seemed so close. The rest of the concert went normally, the first songs were the ones that shared with Y/N, after that, she leaved the stage to take a break.

She was tired, she got rid of Gwi-Ma, yes, but somehow she kept hearing voices, not from her mind, it was like the demons that the Huntrix girls slained runed to her, to find another demon on the realm to rest.

Y/N was not a normal demon, that's for sure. She actually devoured souls, but probably not like Gwi-Ma did, or at least she wasn't really sure about that, perhaps he did hear the agony and enjoyed it.

So yeah, that's exactly what happened to Y/N, somehow she fed herself by demons, unlike whatever she thought and told the hunters- It was like they knew what she was, and didn't wanted to let her go, remembering all she was before even becoming a demon, she didn't want that, she tought she would forget, and yet, the more she leaved all behind, the more it seemed to chase her.

The concert finished, and she reunited with the girls after they left their staff behind.

"Hey Y/N!" Zoey went to hug her tightly, being followed by smiles of the other two.

"Thanks for saving our ass, the concert could go wrong without you." Mira patted his back. "No problem, I'm glad to help you." Y/N pulled apart from the hug, the girls started to walk away to the car that would leave them on their penthouse.

"Do you want to come over with us? We'll be having an important meeting with our couch." Zoey jumped happily next to the girls.

"I wouldn't like to bother you, thanks." Y/N brushed off and keep walking behind them. "Also, I have some stuff to do, I need to write some things and then just sleep."

"But I thought you didn't need to sleep?" Zoey tilted her head slightly, being followed by Mira.

"When I hadn't take a break for days I do need to rest." Y/N sighed and waved at them as she saw how they got into the car. "But have a nice rest on your couch." She chuckled.

"Okayy, be safe!!" Zoey said already on the car, after a bit losing track of their friend.

"I'm a demon, I think I can take care of myself." Y/N turned into a shadow, starting to roam through the city.

She did'nt lie to the girls, she was in fact tired, but everyday she did a patrol just to be sure that demons weren't around.

This world was now hers to protect, and it was just because she accepted to be with the hunters, if not, god knows what would have happened.

And suddenly, she felt a presence. No, not one, five. They were demons for sure, she could sense them, and even as a shadow, she knew they could see her too, they were just like her, humans with deals to seal.

"I know you're watching me." Y/N stopped and showed her human form, her eyes shined with that golden light as she searched for the ones behind that presence. "Show yourself." And as she barely turned around she found them, five male demons standing in there, their patterns shining just like their eyes, she was basically surounded, all because she let her guard down.

Shit.

Ngl, I improv half of this cuz I started to disociate through it, I'm so sorry if there are errors, I really tried my best to make it have sense :'v

Umm, I don't know, let me know if you liked it or not! I''l try to get my writting habilities better, I'm not perfect at english grammar T-T

Taglist: @just-set-things-on-fire, @gremlinartstudio, @latisthegenderfluidwannabealone, @katzline

[rileygorski]

becca king is an observant queen especially to those she loves and while she loves her sister, she’s never been a fan of her taste in men.

there was david, her first boyfriend in college. and while mel was madly in love, becca could see right through the cracks—the man was always late (something she knew mel hated but for some reason always gave an excuse for), he was messy when he stayed over (which, for some reason, included moving her belongings, too). he also treated her like a child most of the time, never letting her cook even though she’s damn good at it. but becca bit her tongue and her cheek because so long as her sister was happy, so was she. after all, their parents passed six months ago and the light was slowly returning to mel’s face.

but her happiness doesn’t last long, two years to the date, and she finds mel in her bedroom wearing the black dress she was supposed to wear for the anniversary dinner, crying in the dark.

becca doesn’t ask, doesn’t say a word and climbs into bed with her. she lets mel cry in her arms and watches as she falls asleep, mascara running down her face. it’s only then does she check mel’s phone to find a chain of messages saying the relationship had ‘run it’s course.’

becca king writes a very strongly worded text and sends it to the man, who only responds with a ‘k’. that asshole.

when her second boyfriend comes around during her 2nd year of med school, gerald, she eyes him like a hawk. he treats becca 10x better than david ever did which she’s grateful for but there’s something off in the three months they’ve been dating. they’re watching the disney movie ‘up’ when she notices it. mel’s a sobbing wreck five minutes in and he’s staring at the screen as if there’s nothing wrong. no comforting touch, no sweet whispers. she’s sure he’s checked his phone twice. the man is completely devoid of human emotion. sweet mel who feels things too intensely sometimes and a man who feels nothing would never work, she thinks. and of course, she’s right. mel breaks up with him after he tells her he loves her and she’s kinda proud about it.

there were a couple other dates, a couple other one month flings but nothing stuck. so her sister devotes her time to prepping for her new job and spending time with becca because—“your happiness is all i need. i’m happy if you are.”

and then frank langdon enters into her life. mel has talked about how everyone was so kind on her first day but she talks about dr. langdon the most. how he’s a great teacher who really pays attention even to the emotional needs of his trainees. mel’s never rambled this much about another person in a long time and becca thinks it could be something good. but the next day mel comes home upset cause “langdon never said goodbye.’ and the urge to start a strongly worded letter intensifies.

she never sends it, instead he enters mel’s life again ten months later, and mel is so damn happy. she’s never seen her this happy since—she can’t even remember. so she lets mel tell her stories about the cases they worked on together all with a massive smile on her face. mel tells her langdon is going through some stuff but as his friend, she wants to help. it’s been a while since her sister has focused her attention on anyone other than her, so becca is more than supportive.

he, quite literally, enters their lives two months later, luggage in tow and dog in a carrier. frank langdon stays the night on their pull out—and for three months after that.

frank makes them breakfast, but sometimes he also lets becca make breakfast—swears her eggs are some of the best he’s ever had. he organizes his shoes at the front door next to theirs and leaves his keys on the hook next to mel’s. they take his dog out for walks every morning at 8AM when he doesn’t work. sometimes his kids will join so they all have a picnic when the whether is nice. she likes frank’s kids—nice, polite and very respectful of her things. they make friendship bracelets and do crosswords together. sometimes they even help her bake cookies and hand them out to her friends at the center.

sometime later, he starts calling mel ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling’ and anything other than her name. mel, whose never been one for pet names even in her longterm relationship—never corrects him. instead she blushes a little hard. smiles a little too wide and answers him every fucking time.

mel insists their still friends when becca teases her about it, nothing more. becca knows just friends don’t look at each other the way they do.

mel and frank work the morning shift, but on one of her days off, mel confides in her about something. tells her that frank will have to leave at some point and they shouldn’t get too attatched. becca wonders if maybe mel was warning herself more than anything else.

still, becca plans for that day. one night, after mel’s come home from a day shift and langdon has the day off, they’re on the couch watching little women (becca’s favorite and one frank’s never seen) when mel falls asleep, head on a pillow in frank’s lap.

“hey, langdon.” she says softly, turning to him. “thanks for making my sister happy.”

he looks up at her with an ‘o’ shaped mouth. blue eyes intensified by the tv lighting. his voice soft, and fingers combing through blonde locks. there’s a dopey grin forming at his face that she’s sure he doesn’t know about. “she makes me happy, too, probably more than she knows.”

becca, unlike her sister, has always been blunt and straightforward. “so why haven’t you kissed her yet?”

and langdon laughs like he’s finally glad someone else notices the question he asks himself at least twice a day. “i don’t..know.” he tells her earnestly

“that’s a dumb reason.” becca replies back almost instantly. laurie is confessing to jo on screen when she says, “don’t keep her waiting—you know she worries.”

mel fusses, and frank leans down to kiss her forehead. it’s close enough, she supposes.

the next morning frank isn’t on the couch but she hears him leave mel’s room at half past 10AM while she’s in the middle of breakfast. his shirt is off, left with just his sweats from the night before. she finds it later on mel, when she walks into the kitchen a couple minutes after him, hair disheveled. becca shoots him a thumbs up when mel has her back turned.

she hears them discuss rent and bills. the calendar mel has at the front door now includes his schedule as well. he’s added as one of people approved to pick becca up at the center. and when mel cries over rewatching ‘up’, he holds her hand, sheds a few tears with her and wipes her tears when it’s all over.

they kiss—a lot. forehead kisses or kisses when one of them leaves for more than five minutes and mel smiles after every single one of them. she’ll look into it later, but she’s convinced kisses have healing properties because mel has never looked so happy, so healthy, so free. it’s all she’s ever wanted.

“i’m glad frank’s the one you found to kiss.” she tells her one night when frank is on the night shift. they’re giggling in her bed like they’re seven again and the world treated them with with a little more kindness. maybe it’s making it’s amends now.

“me too, becca.” and she smirks at her, “thank you. it never would’ve happened without you. you’re the best sister.”

“tell me something i don’t know.” becca quips.

mel’s phone lights up in the dark room, and she doesn’t have to know who it is, her smile gives it away.

she’s glad she doesn’t have to send anymore long text messages.

when he does finally move, they go with him to a brand new condo with three rooms. the couch remains only to be used for movie nights or family time or when another guest decides they want to crash for the night (most of the time it’s trinity needing a break from whitaker and sometimes, it’s whitaker, thanking them for their hospitality while trinity has a friend over for the night)

or, one night, two years into this whole thing.

frank sits becca down on the same couch. he doesn’t even finish a sentence and doesn’t even get to ask her what she thinks of his plan, before becca is jumping on him to pull him into a hug.

“woah, becs, the ring!” he cautions, closing the velvet box shut. when he feels it’s safe, his arms hug her just a little tighter. he can feel the tears on his neck, so he doesn’t pull away until she does.

[fire-faerie-nineteen]

I have too much to say to dump in the tags. Source: I was a theater kid for 10 years.

I’m curious what songs/shows OP listened to. Is this a “popular thing is bad” sort of take or did you give it an honest shot to listen to variety? It’s more of a rhetorical question but I think it’s worth considering.

Pretty much every show has songs with bad lyrics. I think it’s interesting we’re pulling kind of silly lines as “bad” but not talking about the actually well written stuff in Hamilton. Burr’s part after he shoots Hamilton in “The World was Wide Enough” is haunting (I particularly like “history obliterates in every picture it paints / it paints me in all my mistakes”).

I think a lot of newer musical theater isn’t the best quality. Mean Girls, The Great Gatsby, Beetlejuice, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill etc. have some questionable lyrics and imo the cast is usually overqualified for the material they’re given. Go further back, even just a few years, and look at less popular stuff and you’ll find some gems.

“King of diamonds, King of spades / Hades was king of a kingdom of dirt” is the opening line to the original Epic II from Hadestown, and it’s one of my favorite lyrics in musical theater ever. The workshop version of Hadestown in general is worth a listen, it’s very good. No seriously. Go listen to it and stop listening to the Broadway cast, these lyrics and this Hermes are much better.

Back to Before is my favorite song from Ragtime. “If I had dreams then I let you dream them for me” is SUCH a good line to describe the whole theme of the song, that her husband can’t just disappear and come back expecting things to be the same and for her to give up the autonomy she’s found. Your Daddy’s Son is also very good from this show.

And finally, in no particular order, some classic theater songs I love for their lyrics: Empty Chairs at Empty Tables (Les Mis), Judas’ Death (JCS), Somewhere (West Side Story), What I Did For Love (A Chorus Line), and The Flesh Failures/Eyes Look Their Last (Hair). I’m also quite fond of Urinetown, Spring Awakening, The Drowsy Chaperone, Next to Normal, and The Great Comet of 1812 for some variety of shows that I can’t think of a specific song for at the moment.

I don't want to shit on anybody's enjoyment of musical theater but (with very very few exceptions), man do I fucking hate musical theater.

I've been checking out some of the song recs people had for deeper women's voices and.

The lyrics to many of these songs are simply extremely poorly written.

[hencheri]

— ENHYPEN & what they’re into !

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. bfs!enhypen x fem!reader

| warnings. daddy kink, allusions to sub/dom dynamics, rough sex (nothing intense but still), squirting, idk very cute stuff overall ngl lol.

| a.n.: in my normie era pls i love it. let me know if i should do more <3 (i probably will anyway)

HEESEUNG — dry humping

having you close to him, still in your clothes, desperately humping each other turns him on to another level. he loves the friction it creates, especially how your clothed pussy rubs over his hard cock back and forth. the extra layers of clothes might be a bother to other people, but to heeseung, it's what makes everything ten times better. it makes you needier, so eager to reach your high and he's happy to help you, grinding his bulge harder against your cunt until you cum. you're always so frail in his arms after, shaking like a leaf, holding tight onto him. then comes his favourite part where he looks at the state of your panties, all soaked in your wetness, pulling them down your legs and revealing your sticky folds that he doesn't wait to push himself in between.

JAY — fingering

if there's one thing that jay loves more than making you cum around his cock, it's making you cum on his fingers. he has you in his lap, legs spread open for him, freely moaning into his ear to go harder, faster, and to please, let you cum. he doesn't let it happen until he's certain you're completely ruined, drunk on his fingers thrusting inside of you and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. "were you a good girl to daddy, today?" he asks, wanting you to comply to all of his demands, to say yes just because you need to cum so badly. you dumbly nod your head, promise jay that, yes, you were good to him today and he makes sure to reward you, letting you cum around his fingers while he kisses down your neck.

JAKE — hair pulling

it goes both ways; you gripping his locks tightly as he eats you out or him holding your hair as he pounds into you from behind. he thrills on the feeling of your fingers pulling on his hair when the pleasure is too much. you have to grip something, anything, and the first thing you reach is his head of black hair. he always hisses through his teeth when you accidentally pull a little too roughly, but he doesn't mind it at all, he loves it. it's the same thing when he has his cock into you, his hips slamming into your ass, having a fistful of your hair and shoving your head into the pillow to muffle down your moans or bring you in for a messy kiss.

SUNGHOON — anal

he's really obsessed with anal since always. if his porn search history isn't enough to tell, sleeping with him is. the first time he's with you, he's already talking about it; "what do you think about it?", "would you like to try?", "is it something you think you could enjoy?", and because you're as perverted as your boyfriend, of course you like it. he knows it's a process, but he's willing to do all that it takes to finally be able to fuck your ass. it doesn't stop there, though—sunghoon wants to eat your ass, too. there's just something about your moans, how melodic they sound, and your legs thrown over his shoulders, licking your rim while he circles your clit with his thumb. or the sight of your ass dripping from his cum, your poor cunt neglected as it clenches at the pace of your heartbeat. saying he's obsessed is an understatement—he's in love with it.

SUNOO — head

oral sex is simply sunoo's thing—you could even say he's an expert at it. making you feel good with his tongue is what he loves the most, really. there's nothing better than the sweet taste of your pussy in his mouth, licking and sucking like he would when kissing you. he doesn't use his fingers a lot, he prefers to make you cum solely with his mouth, but when he does, it always ends in a big, big mess. so that's why when he brings out a towel and places it underneath you, you know you're in for something intense. he loves to make you feel good, almost euphoric, because you praise him so much and you're so grateful to him after. sunoo's surely not against receiving either—after all the love he gives to your pussy, it's only fair you do the same for him.

JUNGWON — hickeys

he's a biter, and what's his favourite thing to bite? you. you always feel so soft against him, so small and perfect, he just has to bite you and leave his mark behind. your thighs, your breasts, your neck, your arms... he needs to suck on every patch of skin he sees on you. you're his girlfriend and he loves you—it's his way of cherishing you. but as much as he likes to mark you in love bites, he literally melts under your touch. jungwon's so whiny when you kiss him down his neck, so needy as your kisses turn into bites. they're sweet and soft like you, it tickles, and you're so cute trying to leave hickeys on him. he always pushes your hips down when you're straddling him, making you feel his hard cock through his clothes, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you.

NIKI — making-out

it may sound boring or simple, but to niki, making-out is the total opposite of that... it's hot, wet, desperate and his favourite thing ever to do with you. he loves foreplay before anything, he could honestly only do that instead of sex and he'd be just as satisfied. you get so grabby when you're kissing; your fingers passing through his long hair or clenching around his t-shirt. niki gets as equally touchy, if not more. he's bold enough to sneak his hands under your top, even into your pants. you don't mind it—on the contrary, you like it so much. when his fingers ghost over your clothed pussy, you inevitably whine into his mouth, pressing your body closer to his if it's even possible at this point. niki loves to feel the heat of your cunt against him, and it's even better when he has his tongue in your mouth, his teeth biting your lips. he wants to be in charge, be the dominant one and guide you, but he quickly loses track of his thoughts once you start grinding your hips against his.

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a.n.: i still don't write for sunoo but i wanted to include him in this anyway <3 pls let me know what you think about these, should i make more for other groups?? again, i'd appreciate it so much if you could reblog/comment or send an ask, wtv you're the most comfortable with. it might seem short but it really took me a lot of time to write lol!! ty <33

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Fic Title: When the Trivial Matters

Maddie Fenton was a good scientist, a loving wife and a lousy mother.

She would have argued against it once. Would have lifted her chin to shout about loving her children, supporting them in any way she could. They had great futures as ghost hunters!

Except neither wanted that did they?

Maddie tried to remember if she ever sat down to talk to her children about their dreams. She knew Jazz loved psychology so maybe that? Danny… Danny liked space right. Did he…

What did they want to do?

Maddie didn't know.

She stood in the doorway to Danny’s room, staring at the empty space where his things used to be.

The last time she spoke to him he'd begged her and Jack to make it to a dinner. It wasnt anything special he said, he just wanted to eat with them before he went to Gotham for university. Maddie had agreed.

Then the Box Ghost was causing trouble and they had to work on their gear.

Danny hadn't spoken to since. He'd vanished without a word.

Jazz called to scream at them, to shout they had messed it up for the last time.

At first, Maddie hadn't taken it seriously. They messed up. That sort of thing happened. The kids would get over it.

Except they didn't.

“Snookums?” Jack called, voice haggard. He came up the stairs holding the same magazine that led to Maddie’s current state.

TIM DRAKE-WAYNE MARRIES FIANCE DANNY NIGHTNGALE.

She hadn't even known Dabby changed his last name.

Summary: Its a trivial thing, Maddie thinks. It doesn't matter, Jack insists. They love their kids the two have to know it. So they mess up on the trivial stuff, its fine.

Except.. Their kids don’t agree.

Pairings: Dead Tired, Anger Management

Notes: Bad Parents Maddie and Jack but they're like this instead of the more extreme examples.

[its-in-the-woods]

About Damn Time

~ Series of smutty one-shots with Congressmen Bucky Barnes ~

Masterlist

MINORS and AI dickbags GET OUT.

Synopsis: You and the congressmen have been dating for a while now, and you cannot wait to jump his bones any longer.

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes/Bucky x You/x reader (afab) no use of y/n

Word count: 4.6k

Rating/Warning: Established relationship, somewhere between TFATWS and Thunderbolts*. CongressmenBucky, p in v, slight dombucky subby reader, Smut, oral (f), slight body image issues from everyone, ingering, creampie (wrap it), biting, kissing, cussing, fun to bad had

Author notes: This will probably end up being a series of cute, funny, and ridiculously smutty one-shots. Enjoy, tell your friends ;)

All mistakes, grammar, and plot holes are my own.

You met him at a veterans' fundraiser, he had been kind, caring, easy to talk to. He’d sit with anyone who wanted to speak to him, really let them be heard. It was clear that was why he had gotten the votes, his actual care for others seeped through his pores. It was so rare a sight in the modern day.  So when he came to sit beside you, you were surprised. You had arranged the event, invited many members who were running for congress, but Mr. Barnes had been the only one that had stayed.  The only one that couldn't keep his eyes off you.

“Thank you for organizing the event,” He said quietly, sitting beside you, right hand fiddling with the glove covering the left. 

You smile, “Thank you for staying. Means a lot to the vets to hear from you. “

Just like that it started. 

He’d show up at your job, always bringing coffee or something sweet. You were pretty certain that some of your co-workers had let slip what you enjoyed to the charming congressmen. It also helped that he never missed an event. Barnes was old-fashioned that way; he didn’t push, didn’t press things, just showed up. Until finally you gave him your number, and told him if he didn’t set up a date, you would. 

He picked you up at your place, flowers in hand, opening up your door and pulling out your chair. The place was small, tucked away in Brooklyn. The owner knew him by name, you caught him giving a thumbs up to James, Bucky. 

You knew then that you’d have taken him home that night. Months of talking and flirting, it had felt right. But after making out in his car like you were fourteen again, he’d walked you to your door, kissed your forehead, and walked back to his car. Promising it would be worth the wait.

That had been four dates ago, several coffees, and a dozen run-ins, and you were not waiting any longer. The man was going to be the death of you, and you were determined to get him through that door somehow. 

“So, I am leaving in about fifteen, going to stay at Chad’s place,” Your roommate, Dahlia, said from the other side of the door. “And I really need to pee!” She grumbles, “Isn’t this like your five hundredths date, is he impotent or something?” 

You open the door with a huff, “No, He is not impotent.” Stopping for a second you think of that. “Okay, just because he is over a hundred years old, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t work.”

Her eyes narrow, “So then why has it taken him so long? Look at you, you’re a ten everyday. And he’s just dragging it out.” 

“Oh hush. I am six on a good day.” You roll your eyes. “He’s just.” Your cheeks flush, making Dahlia gag as she checks her hair in the mirror. “Different, doesn’t like to rush things. Beside, this, what, your eighth time going back to Chad? You can do better.” 

It was Dahlia’s turn to roll her eyes. “Unfortunately, guys from the forties don’t just appear at my work like they do yours. And the sex is good.”

You wrinkle your face, checking that you have all your stuff in your purse. Phone buzzing in your hand. 

Bucky <3 : Be there in five. Can’t wait to see you.

The flush that creeps up your neck is totally normal, you tell yourself.

“Alright, hot stuff, I am out of here.” Dahlia grins, twirling a piece of her hair with her fingers. “Going to want all the details about your old man.”

You groan and she winks before taking off into the night. Checking yourself for the tenth time, you wonder if you’re overdoing it. The dress is emerald green, sweetheart neckline, long flowing sleeves, and mid-thigh slit. You wore black heels that weren’t too high, and a clutch that matched it. Chewing on your lip, you almost decided to change into something different when a knock came at the door. 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you decide it's now or never. Walking over to the door to open it. Bucky stands on the other side, wearing black on black, the top couple buttons on his dress shirt undone, hair ruffled back as he takes you in. 

“Wow,” He blinked, his tongue wetting his lips. “You look fantastic.”

You let out a small giggle, “Not so bad yourself, Sergeant Barnes.” 

He chuckles, holding his arm out for you to take. You close the door behind you, grabbing his arm to start the way to his car. 

“It isn’t too much is it?” You ask quietly, as he goes to open the door. 

His eyes crinkle as he looks at you over again, “Never is, when it’s you.”

You roll your eyes and pat his hand before getting into the car. 

Dinner was at a steakhouse downtown, it wasn’t where either of you normally went, but man was the food delicious. Bucky told stories of dealing with the press, you had no idea how he managed all of it, and learning how to be press ready. Something along the lines of saying worry four times in one interview, didn’t seem to work well for them. You told him about fighting for grants and funding. That, despite the endless amount of paperwork, you still had more to do.

He’d hold your hand with his gloved one, thumb running over the top of your knuckles. Watching you closely as you spoke of troubles and worries you had. Reaffirming that you would figure it out, and he’d do what he could help. It was easy, it always had been. The way he understood without being patronizing, supportive, and not overbearing. Like the whole world stopped when you spoke.

Meal finished you sat, finishing up your glass of wine and Bucky sipping on whiskey.

“I was thinking-”  “Would you-”

Both of you are stumbling over your words. 

You bite your lip before holding up a hand, “No, no, go first.” 

His cheeks stained pink, “Would you like to come to my place?” Swallowing, his eyes glancing down at were your hands are linked. “Umm, tonight.”

Grinning, you nod, “I would love that. Was going to invite you into mine.”

His eyebrows go up, “Really? Got tired of waiting?”

Your face flushes, “I’d wait for you.” You reach over and grab both his hands in yours across the table. “But I am certainly not going to say, no.”

The bill is paid for quickly, the air between you is now charged more than normal, his hands don’t stop touching you. He holds your hand at the table as the bill is paid, as you get up to leave, his hand slides gently onto the small of your back. In the car, his large palm slips gently past the fabric of your dress to rest warmly on your thigh. 

Your skin prickles with heat, goosebumps running up your neck, when he squeezes slightly. His eyes on the road, but they glance over at your more, that unspoken quietness that has you wanting to pull the car over. Low music playing in the background, but your mind is starting to melt. It was finally happening, and you were surprisingly more excited than anxious.

He pulls up in front of a small apartment complex, it’s in a quieter, older end of the city. It should surprise you, but it doesn't, it’s perfectly Bucky. Stepping out into the cool night air you look at the area. It’s older, less generatified than many, small stores underneath the apartments. An older lady walks by, with a small white fluffy dog, saying hello to Bucky. She gives you a smile and a wink, and of course he is known by everyone. 

Grabbing your hand, he leans down and gives you a quick kiss, before guiding you inside. You follow eagerly, face already flushed as you ascend the set of stairs. Cursing slightly at the fact that you decided to wear heels. 

“Hold on,” Bucky whispers at a landing, before he is picking you up, one arm under your legs, the other holding your back. You let out a squeak before wrapping  your arms around his neck.

“Got to warn a girl, Bucky,” You giggle, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Can’t have you worn out before we get up there now.” Bucky replies, before easily carrying you up the next flight of stairs 

He unlocks the door with one hand and pushes it open. He flicks on a light to reveal his home. The lights are dim, older fixtures that he has clearly restored, bathing the place in a warm glow. The kitchen is tidy, a rack of dishes sits on the counter, and a coffee pot half filled. The living room has a worn sofa, with a wall of bookcases, full of worn books, and a small tv in the corner that definitely has dust on it. It’s cozy and comfortable, a space clearly cherished and lived in. 

He carefully lowers you to the ground, you lean up to kiss him again, your fingers running through the hair along the back of his neck. He kisses you back, hand coming up to cup your jaw. Thumb making lazy circles over your cheekbones. You nip at his lips, hearing him let out a small groan, his free hand sliding to your hip. 

Pulling back, he leans his forehead against yours, a small smile spreading over his face. “Let’s get these shoes off.”

You hum, watching him kneel down in front of you, heart stuttering in your chest when he looks up at you. Blue eyes framed by dark hair, a warm hand sliding down your calf, as a cool one slips down over your heel and pops it off. He moves over to the next one, cool hand sliding up along your leg, his eyes following it. The other heel hits the ground, the metal of his hand stays on your calf, moving up and pushing the slit of your dress open slightly. He leans forward and kisses the skin on the inside of your knee. 

A shiver runs down your spine as your foot hits the cool wood floor below your feet. You hold a hand out, that Bucky takes, standing up, he leans down to kiss you again. Pulling you tight against his chest, you hear your heart thumping in your ears as your hands reach up to cup his face. His hands move to your hips, fingers digging into the material as he opens his mouth to nip at your lips. A small groan escapes as your tongue pushes into his mouth. The taste of whisky and him making your toes curl.

“You taste so sweet,” He murmurs, slowly pushing you past the kitchen, towards a short hallway.

Your back hits the door, and both of you fumble for the handle. It opens, and you both topple forward. You are pretty sure the neighbors hear you nearly scream as you fall. Bucky catches you and rolls so that you land on top of him. A giggle erupts out of both of you as you lie there in a tangle of limbs.

“Not what I had planned,” Bucky murmurs, his cheeks gone pink. It only furthers your giggling fit, burying your head against his chest. 

“Guess you could say you swept me off my feet.” Your own face red from the ridiculous jokes.

Bucky groans, eyes rolling, “Been reduced to Dad jokes.”

You continue the gigglefest, as the two of you get up off the floor. It was hard not to feel a little silly around him, he had that effect. Walls sliding down easily, making you feel safe, like no one else could.

“Where were we?” You lean into him, one hand on his chest, the other coming up to cup his jaw. 

He leans against your palm, eyes closing, as he breathes you in. The stubble on his cheeks makes your fingers tingle, as you rub small circles into the skin. Fingers run from our hips up along your sides, a shiver running down your spine, making you squirm. Pulling you closer his hands move to your back find the zipper, he leans in close to your ear.

“Think you’re wearing too many clothes,” He whispers into your ear, his voice a deep growl that makes the hair on your arms stand up. “Turn around.”

A shudder comes out, you do what he asks and turn around. Warm fingers find the zipper and slowly pull it down, as the teeth click, a cool finger runs down the now bare skin. A gasp escapes from your lips, his hands moving from your back up to the sleeves of the dress, slowly pushing them down your arms. His lips find your skin, kissing along the top of your shoulder. You shrug the dress down one shoulder, his hand pushing the other down. The dress slides down to your hips, pooling fabric around your waist. Bucky’s lips don’t stop moving. He kisses slowly down your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist. Clothed body pressing behind you, one hand moving to cup at your breast. 

“Bucky,” You whisper, your head tipping back against him. Groaning as his one hand moves down and pushes the rest of your dress down. 

“Turn around,” He hushes, kissing down along your neck. His teeth scraped against the skin, your mind turning to mush as you turn to face him. 

You stand there nearly bare, save for a matching set of black underwear and bra, watching him look you over. His cool eyes going down along your skin, eyes moving along you like he was trying to burn the memory of you into his mind, 

“You’re stunning,” He whispers, holding your gaze. “You tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod, it wasn't, it couldn’t be, not with him. Right there you’d do just about anything he would ask. “I will, but it’s not. It’s never too much.”

A small smirk crosses his face, his shoulders roll as he pushes his suit jacket off. Fingers moving up to do the buttons, you move forward wanting to help, but he holds up a hand, stopping you. Butterflies blossom in your stomach as you stand back. Watching as he undoes the buttons, fingers easily slipping them out of each slot. He pulls the shirt out from the waistband of his pants, pushing the material back off his chest. You swallow, watching the wide expanse of his chest appear, the way his movement flexes the muscles. Hands clenching against your bare thigh with the need to touch.

The shirt snags where his shoulder and arm meet on the left side, his face scrunching in frustration at the material. You don’t hesitate, moving forward, one hand rest on his pec and the other goes over to the caught fabric. Sliding a finger underneath, you carefully work the fabric out before pushing it down. His body stills, his eyes flicking down to you. You hold his gaze as the shirt drops down, finger moving along his skin. Feeling the different scars that dot his chest, you flick down to the large scar where the metal meets the skin. 

You don’t ask, instead leaning down to kiss at some of the smaller scars, watching his breath hitch as you move over. Keeping your eyes on his you kiss down the ragged edges of his scar, you can hear his heart start to pick up. You start at the top of his shoulder, going down along it, leaving your kiss light, soft, leaving room for him to tell you to stop. Moving your hands, you reach up to gently touch his face, leaning on your toes, you kiss him softly. 

“All the details, the stories,” You whisper quietly. “I want to know every one of them.” 

A shutter rattles his body, and his hands are on you. Finger digging into your hips, as his lips crash into yours, it is hungry and desperate. You kiss back against the onslaught, your hands weaving into his hair, pulling just enough to anchor you to him. He backs you up slowly, your legs hitting the edge of the bed. 

“Fuck, wanted to do this for so long,” Bucky groans, kissing down your neck, as you both fall back against the bed. 

Your hands move down to his belt, and he swats them away. You moan. “Buckyyy, please.”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Want to make it a night to remember.” He smirks, resting so that he is leaning over top of you.

“It already is,” You complain, hands running along his chest and down his arms, squeezing at them.

He leans forward, kissing down your neck, down along your shoulder, around your collarbones. Resting on his metal arm, he uses his free hand to reach behind you and unclip your bra. Arching your back, you help him free it before his mouth moves again. Hand kneading at your breast, making you hiss as he leans down to suck at one of your nipples. A whimper leaves your lips as he laps at it, teeth scraping at the sensitive bud. 

Whimpering your hands move to grab at his back. The metal hand moves quickly snatching both of your wrists and pinning them above your head. 

“You squirm so much,” He grins, holding you steady as you pout. Kissing your pout, he switches to the other nipple, making you squirm more, breathy pants coming as you feel heat pulse in your core. 

“Goddamn, you’re such a tease.” You huff, now trying to arch your hips up for some friction. 

Bucky grumbles, shifting so that his legs spread yours open, making it difficult for you to try and move up. The more you struggle, the more he grins, and he goes back to kissing down your body, stretching as far as he can reach with your hands pinned. 

“I am going to let go,” His eyes are dark with need, desire, swirling in the air. “If you move I stop.”

“Ahh, I should have known you were kinky.” You yip back, trying not to squirm. “It’s always the quiet ones-” Your breath is suddenly sucked out of your lungs, when he tongues just below your naval. 

His teeth nip harder here, making you shiver, he licks and sucks after each bite, leaving a squiggling line of bruises across your lower stomach. Going further down, his tongue moves down and licks along the edge of your panties. 

Your body clenches as you try not to squirm, fist balling up the soft bedding underneath. Nearly losing it when you look down to see him lying between your legs, hands holding onto your hips, as he grabs onto your panties with his teeth. Bucky looks up at your eyes, connecting with yours as he works them down. Moving them just enough that he can get where he wants to go. Eyes pinning you in place as he leans forward, thumbs pushing your fold open as his tongue flicks out and tastes you. 

A whimper leaves your mouth, as his eyes close, he pushes forward eagerly, tongue taking a deep sweep as he groans. The vibrations have your hands fisted in the sheets, mind melting into a puddle as he continues to lick into your core. 

“Please,” You whimper, legs shaking as his nose brushes against your clit. “Let me touch you.”

His head raises, lips and chin soaked in your slick, which just makes you want to reach for him more. Bucky shakes his head. Before doubling his efforts, he moves his left hand down, running the cool metal along where your thigh and core meet. Mouth moving up to nip at your folds, making you buck up, just as one of the cold metal fingers slips inside.

“Oh fuck,” You gasp, he stops moving for a second, eyes focused on your face as he starts to work one finger in and out. 

Keening, your hips move down against the friction, it's not enough. As if reading your mind, he slips another finger in. Scissoring them and opening you up, heat starting to grow in your stomach. A cry leaving as he latches onto your clit, sucking and humming, the slow pace picking up as his fingers move deeper. They curl up looking for the spongy spot, when he hits your eyes slam shut body pulsing as he keeps moving. Fingers moving up and pressing at it over and over, combined with him sucking and humming on your clit has you teetering on the edge. 

“I am-” Your breath stutters as he pops off your clit. “Don’t you dare stop.” 

Grinning he moves his tongue down to wear his fingers are, scissoring you open so he can stick his tongue deep inside. 

“Goddamnit, Bucky please. Please.” You’re begging, the edge of release is right there, just under his tongue. 

The bastard chuckles, leaning forward to blow on your clit, “So pretty when you beg.”

You don’t have time to curse him out, as he latches back onto your clit, tongue swirling around as his fingers push up and against the spot. Eyes opening wide, mouth agape in a slight scream as pleasure washes over you. He doesn’t stop moving and sucking against you. The feeling keeps building, the fire growing, tingling out through your lower abdomen. It’s not enough and too much at the same time. You couldn’t help but let your fingers finally card into his hair, they clenched in and out. 

Bucky finally eases up, your thighs shaking as you try to find words in the haze. He moves up fingers, carefully slipping out of you, and you let out a huff at losing the sensation. Hands coming to cup his face, you bring him closer and kiss him, tongue pushing in so that you can taste a mix of you both.

“You broke the rules,” He teases, kissing the tip of your nose. His body is not quite laying on top of yours. 

A small giggles leave your mouth, “Still can’t think straight.” Your hands move down along his broad back, “Next time you’re just going to have to tie me up.”

Bucky grins, eyes crinkling as he kisses along your jaw. “Next time huh?”

Your hands roam down over his still cloth covered lower half, you squeeze his ass with one hand, the other moving to his front to work his belt open. 

“Many more times,” You grin, kissing his forehead as you slide the belt out. 

He sits back up, standing, and slides his pants and underwear down in one motion. Revealing his straining cock, it bumps against his lower abdomen, leaking enough to leave a mark there. You stare a little longer than you mean to, before your eyes flick back up to his. He smirks and crawls back onto the bed, his arms encasing you as he peers down at you. 

“So many promises,” He whispers, his metal arm hikes up one of your thighs as his mouth finds yours. 

Gasp escapes your lips as the thick tip of cock rubs against your folds, you are going to feel this, every bit of it. His hand drags you closer, letting you start to sink into it, and the feel of him starts to stretch you. Your hands digging into the flesh of his back. Moving your hips, you finally get him to sink deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He hushes, kissing down along your jaw, tongue running from below your ear and down your neck. He found the spot where your shoulder met your neck and latched onto it.

He sinks all the way in, your mouth opens, gasping his name, throwing your other leg over top of his hips. Rocking up to meet his hips, your bodies flush where you join. He waits a moment, and you want to scream for him to move, to do something. So full, body aching and fluttering around him, still sensitive from your release earlier. 

Finally, he moves, slowly pulling out, then sliding back in, he moans into your ear. Saying your name softly as he continues to move, at a steady, unrelenting pace. One of your hands grips his hip, the other running into his hair, pulling him into a devastating kiss. You pull back, resting your forehead against his, his face slack with pleasure, yet lined as he holds back. 

“Don’t hold back,” You whisper quietly, leaning in to bite at his lip.

Something snaps in the air, his hips still for a moment, then his hands are gripping your hips, dragging you up onto his lap. His hips snap up making you gasp, strong arms wrapping around you as he starts to fuck in earnst. You can feel how deep he sits inside you, the way your stretched out, mind going fuzzy with the sound of your bodies filling the air. Nothing holds him back, you just cling onto him, mind goes blank. Your hand moves between you, rubbing at your clit. Making your insides spasm around him. 

“I am so close,” He whispers, grunting with the effort, muscle straining as he pumps into you. “Where?”

You kean, feeling your own pleasure renewing and blooming out. “Inisde, fuck please, inside me.” 

His mouth latches onto the top of your shoulder, biting hard, and a shout rips out of you as you come. Your eyes rolling back in the fog of pleasure and pain, making your whole body clench around him. His body spasms as he holds you close. His own body tensing, breath in short pants, heart hammering as he keeps pumping into you over and over. Metal hand placed on your lower back, as his rhythm falters, you feel him slam in cock twitching as he spills inside you. 

Breath still in short pants, you both collapse onto the bed, Bucky still holding you tight against his warm body. His heart just under your ear, body aching in the best way possible. Sweat and hair mingled together as you lay there happily. 

“You okay?” He whisper hands rubbing gently up and down your ribs, you could still feel him inside you.

“Mmhmm,” You mumble, trying to find words that seem to have left your brain. “Think you broke me.”

You felt him tense up at the words, you smack at his arm. “Not like that.” You giggle leaving light kisses across his hot skin. “Just a little foggy.”

He relaxes, moving so he can look at you, “That good or bad?”

You lean back grabbing a pillow to shove under both of your heads. “So, so good.”

He kisses you quietly, carefully unwrapping your legs from his before pulling out. You grumble at losing the feeling , but don’t hesitate to smack his butt as he goes to leave. 

“Behave,” He says with a grin. “Be right back.”

You groan, shifting a little, kicking and moving the blankets so that you can crawl underneath. The sheets were soft and comfortable, your head still riding the high of the orgasm. You could get used to this, a small smile crosses your face. 

Bucky slips in, two glasses of water in one large hand, another holds a washcloth. He puts the drink down, flipping the covers up, he grabs your ankles and drags you closer to him.

“You love to manhandle me,” You giggles, letting him carefully clean up the mess between your legs. 

“Think you like it as much as I do,” He grins, before tossing the towel into a basket near the closet.

You nod your head as you take the water glass, taking a few stips, “Not used to being thrown around, can’t say I mind.”

He drinks his own water, before crawling into bed beside you. “Good, cause you still owe me for breaking the rules.” 

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NSFW HC'S— Shelley, Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx, Dirk/Clarence, Curt&Rod (MDNI)

A/N: Formatting and tagging is harder than the actual writing part I swear... I combined a bunch of requests with this one, it was long, and I did my best to not be repetitive, I hope it's to your liking. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]

WC: 3K

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Shelley

She’d actually be so nervous about bringing up sex for the first few months of your relationship, if you want anything to happen you’re going to be the one that initiates.

She’ll get carried away easily, she really doesn’t know her own strength, which will be really apparent when her strap is deep inside of you and your ass feels like it’s bruising up.

Actually prefers to watch you suck on her strap rather than getting eaten out, it gives her such a rush of heat throughout her entire body as she watches you take her strap all the way down. Doesn’t matter if it’s a strap where she can get some friction or not, the noises you’re making and the way you’re looking at her will make her cum.

Doesn’t matter how much you weigh, doesn’t matter how muscular you are, she will be manhandling you. It turns her on so much when you let out a little sound of surprise as she picks you up and throws you over her shoulder, giving your ass a smack, “You’re comin’ with me, hot stuff.”

She wants to see you cum just from her fingers, no matter if you’re AMAB or AFAB, she’s committed to make you a moaning, drooling mess just from her fingering you. Will talk you through it too, saying things like, “look at you, so close already, just from my fingers”, and, “say it, say that you love this, c’mon.”

When she starts to grope your ass or thighs, not letting go as you’re making out that’s when you know the strap is coming out, and she’s going to fuck your brains out ‘till you pass out, she has insane stamina. Loves to make you moan her own name as she’s fucking into you, her hips stuttering as you cum, crying out her name as she feels herself get even wetter if that was possible. After that one lick to her clit, and she’s cumming on the spot, at least let her cum on your tongue so it won’t be that embarrassing for her.

This woman will sit down and as you get on her lap, you just can’t help your hips as you start to hump her thigh. She’s very turned on by this and discovers that watching you hump her thigh and making yourself cum on her thigh is something she’ll have wet dreams about for months. Moan her name and tell her how good she feels, then she’ll combust on the spot, hugging you by your waist, bringing you flush against her chest as she starts to hump against you too. That’s when she starts to be a whiny mess.

She absolutely gets off on your voice when you’re so close to her ear, and you’re breathlessly moaning her name. Your voice gets her so turned on, so much that she can’t stop the way her body shivers when you moan her name as she’s thrusting into you.

Wants to make you scream so bad, wants the whole house to hear just how good she’s ruining you, how good she’s making you hers as her grip on your thighs tightens, and she starts snapping her hips down into you, her strap reaching even deeper into you. Will not stop fucking you until you at least cry out her name loudly.

Gets so rough when she’s fucking you, she just can’t control herself when you look like a mess like that. Her hand won’t leave your throat as she makes you arch your back into her, using said hand on your throat as an anchor while she’s fucking into you like a woman that wants to make you a dumb, drooling mess on her strap (she does).

Smell really gets her too. Especially after either a good shower, bath or an intense workout session, she just loves any smell that stands out, and it feels like you’re wrapped all around her. Her senses clouded by how good you smell, how hot you look as she’s fingering you, her nose always finds its way to your neck as she gets to smell you and leave a bruising hickey that won’t heal for at least three days. 

Look, for aftercare, she’s stiff. She’s inexperienced, although she fucks really good, she needs a few instructions as to what to do and what you need, but she’s excellent at following orders so she makes up for it. She can get a little awkward after sex, just cuddle up to her and she’ll relax.

Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx

This freak will most certainly initiate after like two weeks of being together, if not that, he will pounce when you say want to fuck. He becomes insatiable real quick.

Likes role-play, especially if you take it seriously, might stutter when you’re looking at him like you’re going to eat him up, but he’s trying his best to turn you on as much as you do him.

He says a lot of, “you’re mine”, “mine” and, “only mine” as you’re having sex, especially if he’s close to cumming. He’s possessive, he not only lets you know that with his words, but also by how bruising his grip is on your body. He holds you like you’re going to disappear.

Although he adores you, he loves to have sex in the dark. The suspense of you not knowing where he’s going to touch you next, the small noises you make when he peppers kisses on your thighs out of nowhere when you two first had sex, never leaves his mind.

For fan fiction reasons, I’m going to say his shadow form can interact with you physically. With those long and slender fingers, get ready for the best fingering and/or the best hand job of your life. His tongue would also be freakishly long;

For AMAB, he will not suck you off rather his tongue will be wrapped around your cock stroking you non-stop, the tip of his tongue never leaves the tip of your dick, he’s going to milk you ‘till you’re shooting blanks, until you’re crying and whining your name. The way your voice cracks spurs him on more though…

For AFAB, get ready to feel that tongue in places you didn’t even know were reachable before. His tongue just adds to your wetness, the way his tongue thrusts inside you, you’d think this creature was starving for pussy before meeting you.

For his human-ish form, he loves to watch you bounce on his dick from behind as he’s groping your ass and biting down on your shoulder like he’s claiming you in a way.

If you want to make this man cum so hard he forgets his handle and his own name, tie him up, take his dick in your hands, and while you’re sucking on the tip make sure your hands are busy with his balls. He’ll start to actually cry from the sheer pleasure of it all, he’s going to try to stop himself, but it’s just too much, and he can’t stop his hips from thrusting up as he’s cumming down your throat.

His favorite thing to do, especially when you’re having sex in the dark, is to use the shadows as like a second touch. Instead of just his hands and dick, you’re going to feel five pairs of hands all over your body; some playing with your nipples others teasing your sex, and a pair of them opening your mouth up for you to take another shadow in your mouth which feels exactly like Skips’ dick. Same length, thickness, and same in how much it throbs inside your mouth when you moan around it.

This man loves a good edging session. Especially if you’re on the receiving end, if you tell him you're close suddenly all the shadow hands disappear, and he stops his hips; “if you cum right now, I won’t stop until you cum at least 6 times,” it’s up to you whether that’s a threat, a good time or both.

Whichever gender you identify and present yourself as, if you both have makeup on, especially generally ‘edgy’ makeup, he’s not going to stop fucking your mouth ‘till he sees the lipstick prints on his dick. He also won’t stop fucking you until all of that eyeliner and or mascara is running down your face, you look ruined, and he very much gets off on that.

Anyway, his aftercare is nice! He knows the basics like bring water, clean you up, cuddle; although he is very cold, it helps to ground you back to reality after that most likely hours of sex you two had. Peppers kisses all over your body and calls you his gorgeous penumbra.

Dirk/Clarence

As Dirk, cannot hide the freak that he is, he loves you he loves sex, and he wants you, but Clarence has more decorum about the whole thing.

Remember how Scandelabra says that your clothes have been unusually tighter around your nether regions when you and Clarence got together? Yeah, especially after you just masturbated. This man wants all the juices coming out of you, even Tyrell can’t compete with him in this department, that one minute of you getting up to clean yourself up, and you still have some sort of bottoms on? They will be unusually tighter.

Dirk likes it rough and fast, while Clarence enjoys a slow, passionate love making.

Pull on Dirk's hair as roughly as you can, dig your nails into his scalp, and tell how fucking useless he would be if it wasn’t for his dick as you’re riding him. He will moan and start to beg you to ride him harder, fuck yourself on his dick so good, he can only cum if he’s inside you and only you.

Ride Dirk’s face/fuck his mouth and call him an impatient whore when he cums just from the sensation of your sex in his mouth. Make sure your cum is inside his mouth or down his throat, he’ll make sure to make you suck on his tongue as you’re making out to taste yourself from his tongue.

Bite Dirk’s neck as hard as you can, claw at his back when he’s pounding into you, pull on his hair and bite his bottom lip so hard it starts to bleed, he likes it rough.

Now, for Clarence, he still likes it rough but in a slower way. He’ll press down on your shoulders while fucking you from the back still, but now his thrusts will reach deeper, you’ll get to feel so full because he’s going slow, because he’s letting his dick throb inside you as you moan his name; it’s different but still him.

He gets turned on by corny pickup lines now, if you’re awkwardly trying to turn him on romantically, he’s getting you on all fours and making sure you can’t sit properly for a few days. When you just do your best to show your love, it gets his dick so hard that the only way he can ever get it down is by thrusting it down your throat.

Both versions of him love to watch you touch yourself as he strokes his dick. He’ll match your pace with his own strokes, he won’t ever cum before you do, he’ll tell you to suck on the tip then to “open up,” as he thrusts his dick inside to cum and fill you up properly.

Loves a strip tease, the way your clothes—by extension, him—feel against your skin as you take them off slowly feels like heaven. Drags his cock over your inner thighs, teases your hole by grinding his tip on the entrance but not fully putting it in, it’s his way to tease you back.

A good make out session is the number one way to get him as hard as he possibly can get, get on his lap and tease his half hard dick from under his clothes, and you’ll feel pre-cum leak in no time.

Both versions of him are good at aftercare, although his body is on the thinner side his body is impossibly soft and comfortable as he wraps his arms around you, he’ll kiss your eyelids and tells you how much he loves you as he sees you slowly falling asleep. Overall very good, just remind him to bring water.

Curt & Rod

They usually prefer to have sex with you one on one, but they won’t say no to a threesome every now and then, they find each other attractive too! Plus, now there’s the benefit of fucking you so it won’t get awkward.

Curt loves foreplay, how he feels for the rest of your activities is dependent on it. It's not hard to please him either, you can just sit there and look gorgeous, just be sure to whimper his name as he’s sucking on your bottom lip and his hands are already teasing your clothed sex.

He gets off on you being in control, using his dick for your own pleasure as he just takes it. Pull him close by wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he’s already fucking into you, tell him to go faster, deeper or both, and he’ll do so, snapping his down in the way you told him to, whining every time you tighten around him; leaking pre-cum inside you.

Give him a good blowjob, take him all the way down, massage his thighs, stroke him while you’re sucking on the tip, and he’ll give you the best head of your life. He goes slow, his tongue never in a hurry, pressing down hard, sucking deep- as if he’s really trying to taste every bit of you. His eyes will never break contact with yours while he’s going down on you, too, he gets off on your expressions.

His preferred pace when he’s fucking you is slow, deep, and hard. He loves how you throw your head back with a whine of his name as his tip brushes against that sweet spot inside you again and again. When you let him cum inside, and it overflows from your hole, dripping down to the sheets? It turns him on so much that his pace picks up out of nowhere.

Adores the way you moan his name, he gets so horny just from that, even if he wasn’t close before now he’s cumming on the spot with an embarrassed whine. Whether you exploit that or not is your choice.

For Rod, let him take control and he’s got you.

He thrusts deep and fast, loves to watch your ass bounce off of his hips as he’s thrusting inside you so good, you can feel almost every vein of his dick inside, he gets so deep, he’s also really good at finding the spot that makes you cry out his name while arching your back into him.

Loves giving head more than receiving, the way your thighs clamp up when you’re so close, when you’re so spent that your voice becomes hoarse, the way you can’t help but thrust your hips up when his tongue presses down on your tip/clit, then to suck on it, he just loves it all. Gets off on seeing how much he affects you. 

He’ll look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky while he’s pounding into you, so close to bruising your ass with the pace he’s going at while telling you how gorgeous you look all fucked out like that.

Really tuned in to your emotions, if you for some reason cam’T say what makes you uncomfortable, he’ll notice it anyway and shift to a position that’s comfortable for both of you or adjust his pace.

Gets off on watching your facial expressions, whether that’s when he’s deep inside you, when he’s giving you head or you’re just making out, his dick will always leak pre-cum when he sees how wet your lips are, your half lidded eyes and the way you’re looking at him gets him so worked up.

They love to fuck you at the same time. Rod’s chest pressing up on your back as the back of your knee slung over Curt’s shoulder while he’s holding you up from your thighs and Rod is holding you up with his hands groping your ass, both of their cocks in one of your holes. Rod’s peppering kisses on your nape, Curt’s giving you hickeys as they both settle down to a slow but deep pace while they thrust into you at the same time, all of you whimpering and moaning breathlessly as the tight fit makes the friction inside you and the friction of their dicks grinding against each other overstimulating in the best way possible.

They will kiss above you as Rod’s fucking you and Curt’s dick is in your mouth, just to get themselves even deeper inside you and see how it feels to kiss each other when you're so tight around them with your mouth and your hole.

You're sucking off Curt, sucking on his tip and stroking the rest while on your knees on the bed, Curt’s eating you out/stroking you at the same time. After you both cum, Curt will hold your head/jaw gently to guide you as you suck off Curt next.

They definitely get into a competition over who can make you cum the fastest or make you moan the louder.

Curt making out with you, playing with your sex, his fingers never leaving it while Rod’s fucking you from behind.

Rod, holding you by the hips and guiding you as you fuck into Curt—with strap for AFABs— leaving a trail of kisses and nibbling on your earlobe as Curt’s a whining mess below you, “Look, he’s all cute ‘n obedient for you, work those hips and make him cum, and I’ll fuck you just how you want it, baby.”

Both of them are good at aftercare, Rod more than Curt as you have to tell him exactly what you want and how you want it, whereas it’s like Rod knows you better than yourself, and you’re already getting all that you need without a word. After a threesome, Rod’s the one telling Curt how to take care of you, Curt's the one telling Rod how to massage you and where, three-way cuddles and soft kisses all over your body from both parties are a must. 100000/10.