#chat app in flutter

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Learn how to develop a chat app in Flutter using Firebase. Here is a guide for building a chat app with Flutter using Firebase.

[algoworks]

Imagine building sleek, powerful apps with ease. That’s what Flutter brings to the table!

Add ChatGPT to the mix, and you've got an intelligent assistant that helps you code faster, solve problems, and bring your ideas to life in record time.

Say goodbye to tedious coding and hello to the future of app development!

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Flutter Chat App Nodejs App Tutorial + Mongodb + Socket | devhubspot

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Flutter Chat App Nodejs App Tutorial + Mongodb + Socket | devhubspot

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Flutter Chat App Nodejs App Tutorial + Mongodb + Socket | devhubspot

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Dynamic

In a city of millions, two men—Ryan and Jason—lived completely separate lives, their paths never meant to cross.

Until tonight.

Bored, they each scrolled through their phones, searching for something (or someone) to pass the time. That’s when they both found it.

A strange, unnamed app, sitting deep in the app store. No description. No reviews. No history. Just a sleek, pulsing chat bubble icon with a single prompt after installation:

*Start Chat*

Neither of them hesitated.

They clicked.

Their screens went black for a moment before loading a simple chat window. A single message appeared at the top.

— You are now connected. Say hi! —

Ryan, stretched across his bed, thumbed at his screen. The chat had connected him with a random guy.

Whatever. He had nothing better to do.

Ryan: Hey. Who’s this?

Across the city, Jason blinked at the message. Who the hell was this?

Jason: idk, just found this app. You?

Ryan: Same. Looks kinda sketch ngl

Jason: Yeah lol. Guess we’re both bored af

Simple. Casual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except for the pull.

Neither of them noticed at first, but the moment they exchanged words, something shifted.

Something had taken hold.

Ryan absently rubbed his fingertips together. His skin felt… softer.

The air in his room seemed warmer, heavier against his body. His shirt, loose before, now draped differently over his torso. His waist felt tighter, his frame subtly shrinking in on itself.

He shifted against his mattress. Something about the way his body rested felt off.

No—not off. Different.

Ryan: Lol yeah… kinda fun tho~

Wait.

His eyes widened slightly. Why had he typed that? That tilde at the end—he never texted like that. It was… cutesy. Flirty.

A faint pink dusted his cheeks.

His softer, rounder cheeks.

Meanwhile, Jason tilted his head at the message.

Something about it made his gut tighten. No—not tighten. Expand.

A slow, rippling sensation spread through his torso, a warmth settling into his shoulders, chest, and arms.

His grip on his phone felt stronger.

He flexed his fingers, watching the tendons shift beneath his skin. His palm looked different.

Larger. Thicker. Rougher.

His lips curled into a small smirk. He typed without thinking.

Jason: Yeah, guess it’s not so bad. Ur kinda funny lol

The moment he hit send—

Crack.

Jason inhaled sharply as his spine lengthened. A sudden heat surged through his body, muscle knitting together, growing denser, stronger. His once lean frame stretched, broadening, his shoulders pushing outward with a slow, satisfying pressure.

He rolled them instinctively, feeling the unfamiliar weight of his new build. His chest felt heavier, his pecs firmer, fuller. His biceps bulged slightly as he shifted, his veins subtly rising beneath his skin.

His scent was changing too.

The faint, neutral smell of his room was being overpowered by something else. Something thicker, muskier.

Something his.

Ryan’s breath hitched as he read Jason’s text.

“Ur kinda funny lol.”

It wasn’t even that flirty, but why did it make his stomach flutter?

His fingers trembled slightly as he typed back.

Ryan: Omg shut uppp lol ur teasing me~

The moment he sent it—

His waist cinched inward.

His stomach flattened, growing softer, smoother. His hips pressed outward, the bones shifting beneath his skin, forming an alluring, delicate curve.

His legs stretched slightly, but instead of gaining size, they slenderized.

His thighs—once average—became soft, plush, and bony.

His calves slimmed, his ankles narrowing into dainty, elegant proportions. His fingers flexed, and he gasped.

They were smaller.

More delicate.

A faint, involuntary giggle bubbled up from his throat.

His higher, sweeter, softer throat.

Jason exhaled through his nose, stretching his newly broadened body.

His arms felt heavy with strength. His hands—now massive compared to before—flexed against his thighs, gripping the fabric of his sweats.

A warm dampness clung beneath his arms, his natural musk intensifying. He reeked.

And he loved it.

A cocky grin spread across his face.

Jason: Lmao, what, you like it when I tease?

Ryan shuddered. His plush thighs squeezed together. His ass twitched.

His soft, round, plump ass.

Jason leaned back, rolling his shoulders. His chest stretched against his shirt, the fabric clinging to the new thickness of his pecs.

His scent was unmistakable now—deep, raw, masculine, and honestly really smelly.

His armpits—warm, slightly damp—radiated a rich, musky funk. His feet, once average-sized, had grown huge, the soles pressing against the floor with a newfound weight.

His socks, discarded nearby, were stained with sweat, the scent thick and heady in the air.

Jason: Lol bet you’d love burying your face in my pits rn huh?

Ryan’s breath hitched.

His body trembled.

A deep, unfamiliar need coiled in his gut. His thighs clenched instinctively, his ass wiggling against the bed.

His lips parted slightly, his pinker, softer lips.

A whimper slipped out.

His hgher, needier whimper.

His mind felt hazy.

Ryan: Omg wtf why would u say that!!!

Jason: Lmao, you love it.

Ryan whined.

He did.

He fucking did.

Jason was complete.

His massive frame, his thick, dominant scent, his cocky, fuckboy energy—he was the epitome of a top.

His feet huge and sweaty. His pits ripe and musky. His voice deep and commanding.

And Ryan?

Ryan was his.

A tiny, blushing, submissive, needy bottom.

His soft, round ass—perfectly made for his top. His body, delicate, built to be claimed. His mind, rewired to crave Jason’s dominance, his scent, his filth

They had started as strangers.

Now, they were something else.

they only had memories of being a couple for a year.

— two days later—

Jason was all Ryan could think about now—his sweaty frame, his overpowering musk, his deep, arrogant voice.

His scent.

His filth.

A whimper slipped from Ryan’s lips. His pinker, fuller lips. His stomach twisted with hunger.

Ryan: omg jason…

Jason smirked at the message, stretching his broad, muscular arms above his head, his damp armpits airing out. He let out a long, lazy exhale, flexing his thick biceps.

His body felt heavy, powerful, dominant.

Ryan was wrapped around his finger.

Jason : Lmao what

Ryan’s thighs clenched.

His soft, dainty fingers hovered over the keyboard. His heart pounded.

He knew what he wanted.

He needed it.

But saying it outright—admitting it—felt so shameless.

Still, his body was betraying him.

His fingers moved.

Ryan: can u…

He hesitated

A soft whimper left his lips as he wiggled against his bed.

Ryan: c-can u send me… a video… of ur fart again?

Jason blinked.

Jason: Lmao, again?

Ryan covered his blushing, soft face. His cheeks burned

His tiny, needy, giggly body squirmed.

Ryan: pls babe?

Jason chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

His short, unkempt hair was messy, sweaty, sticking up in places.

He didn’t think much about it.

In fact, he didn’t think much about anything.

Not his scent. Not his filth. Not the way his boxers clung to his sweaty skin, or how his feet were practically marinating in his old socks.

He just existed.

And he smelled like himself.

Jason: sure i guess, babe

He barely gave it a second thought as he shifted, spreading his legs slightly. He leaned back, pressing into the bed, his massive, sweaty frame sinking into the mattress.

He lifted his thick ass cheek slightly and—

PPPPPFFFRRRRTTTTT

A long, wet, lazy fart rumbled out of him, vibrating against the fabric of his stretched-out, sweaty boxers.

The scent hit him instantly.

Jason: Lmao, that one was loud af.

Ryan shuddered. His eyes were wide, trembling, desperate.

His plump thighs rubbed together, his body overheated with need. The need to smell it.

He had to know.

He had to hear it.

Ryan: how did it smell?

Jason raised an eyebrow.

Smell?

What smell? He didn’t smell at all, right ?

He gave a casual shrug, completely oblivious to the dense, suffocating funk that now lingered in the air around him.

Jason: idk, just normal I guess?

Ryan let out a needy whimper, his fingers gripping the sheets.

Jason: Wait… U really like this huh?

Ryan’s heart pounded. His soft chest rose and fell rapidly.

He couldn’t deny it.

He was hooked. Obsessed.

Jason stretched again, his thick, sweaty muscles flexing. A cocky smirk played at his lips.

Jason: Alright then, say it.

Ryan blinked.

Ryan: s-say what?

Jason grinned.

Jason: Tell me how much u want me.

Ryan whined.

His body burned with humiliation, excitement, and deep, desperate need.

He wanted Jason to own him.

And he would admit it.

There was no escaping it now.

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Ryan :

Jason :

[haihoneys]

Pool Party Fun Times

Summary: San is getting really tired of this cat-and-mouse game he’s been playing with Y/N. Little does he know, she’s fed up too. What’s going to happen when they each decide they’re going to make a move at their mutual friend’s pool party?

Word Count: 3,763

Pairing: Choi San x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut - reader is a ✨screamer✨, mention of blood (bitten lip), barely proofread (im defs high editing this oops), unprotected sex (pls be smart)

A/N: this is set in the same universe as If The Heavens Ever Did Speak and Afternoon Delight. you don’t have to read those to read this, though!! just thought i would mention it hehe. if you wanna get really specific… it actually happens the same day as Afternoon Delight… its the same party 👀

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The first time they met, San found himself drawn to her. She just had this magnetism about her that seemed to always keep him in her orbit. From the second Yeosang, a long-time friend of her’s apparently, introduced them to one another at a listening party San was just…enamored. She was all twinkling eyes and bright smiles, fluttering lashes and breathy laughs. 

Since then, she’d been popping up randomly in his world.

Two days after the listening party, they ran into each other at a cafe. A week after that, he was picking up some takeout from his favorite chicken place and all but ran into her as she was leaving the same restaurant. The very next day, as he was leaving the dance practice, he saw her from across the street as she was exiting a cab. 

San smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed and called her name. Y/N whipped around, shock coloring her features as she searched for the stranger calling for her. He jogged across the street, huffing another chuckle as he stopped before her. 

“We really need to stop running into each other like this.”

She laughed and nodded her agreement, reaching out a hand to rest on his bicep.  

The gentle touch had him biting down on the inside of his cheeks to keep from sighing and leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, we definitely do,” she smiled up at him, and to his horror, she pulled her hand away to hoist her bag up higher on her shoulder. “I actually have a meeting I need to get to. But, here, let me see your phone?”

San immediately started fumbling for his phone, patting at his pockets until he found the device. He unlocked it before placing it in her waiting palm. Y/n pulled out her own phone, swiping until she open… Snapchat… of all things and opened up her profile to show the qr code. She found the same app on his phone and opened it up, scanning the code to add her as a ‘friend.’ 

She made a satisfied little hmph sound as she locked his phone and handed it back to him. “Ooh, the request came through! Let me accept it before I head to my meeting.”

And they had been dancing around each other ever since, skirting just on the edge of flirting.

A shirtless, post-workout gym selfie from San. A shot of her legs in a bubble bath in response. 

A reply to his story complimenting his new haircut. A little video showing off said haircut as he thanked her.

Nothing too overt, but at the same time… it wasn’t just nothing.

They were both aware of the mutual attraction, of the suggestiveness of some of their photos and messages. But neither of them were making any real moves towards the other.

That is, until they were thrown into a group chat together with all their friends and invited to a pool party to celebrate the start of the summer.

Their phones pinged at the same time from opposite sides of the city: Y/N tucked into her cozy apartment and San in the back of an SUV on his way back to the dorms from the studio.

That was it. That was the opportunity they needed. This party would be the perfect time to make a move.

Of course, both of them choked when the day came. Offering up only shy hellos and timid waves when they saw each other.

In San’s defense though, she just looked too fucking good. When he saw her in the low-cut summer dress, nipples poking through the thin fabric, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to adjust his semi-hard cock in his jeans.

He spent the rest of the afternoon making eyes at her from across the pool deck, not bothering to hide the fact or even deny it when Wooyoung giggled about it.

And she was sending those looks right back to him! He swore she was fluttering her long eyelashes at him, too. And maybe he started to think about how she would look up at him when she was on her knees for him… about how she’d take him down her throat and - 

A beach ball came soaring across the deck and smacked him on the forehead. He stood there, a bit dazed, as he snapped out of his thoughts.

Wooyoung was doubled over, laughing so hard he was near tears, trying to choke out an apology. San huffed and rolled his eyes, picking the pool toy up and hurling it back at Wooyoung.

San smiled at the dull thwack! as it made contact with the side of his head.

“Ow!” Wooyoung gasped, hand flying to rub at his head. “No way it hit you that hard!” 

“Serves you right, brat,” San shrugged. Honestly, it was probably for the best with the way his thoughts were spiraling just seconds ago. 

San eventually found himself behind the outdoor bar, playing bartender much to the delight of his friends. Yunho and Mingi’s cheering for him caught Y/N’s attention from across the deck, her focus pulling away from the boys’ makeup artist to land on the rowdy trio. 

She excused herself at the first lull in the conversation, claiming she needed another drink despite the nearly full seltzer she was nursing, and seated herself at the far end of the bar. 

San turned toward her, leaning back against the counter behind him as he tossed the towel he was using to dry his hands over his shoulder. He crosses his thick arms and Y/N’s eyes locked in on the corded muscles and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about him pinning her down and - 

“What can I getcha miss?”

His question brought her back to reality, her cheeks and ears heating as he stared her down.

‘He knows’ she thought ‘he absolutely, 100% knows that I was just thinking about him pinning me to the bed upstairs.’ 

“Um,” she stuttered, suddenly nervous under the weight of his intense gaze. “Surprise me.” 

The left corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk as he uncrossed his arms and turned away from her. He began pouring various mixers and liquors into a shaker before slapping the top on and shaking the concoction. Y/N watched him and nearly moaned at the way the toned muscles in his shoulders and back flexed and moved under his white t-shirt as he went about the task. 

Yeosang just so happened to pass behind her and reached up to tug on a lock of her hair to get her attention. Y/N hummed, barely acknowledging her friend, and Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

“Close your mouth. You’re starting to drool,” he teased before walking off again. 

Y/N swatted at him as he went, mumbling for him to hush because she was busy watching a ‘show.’ 

San scooped some ice into a glass and poured the mixture over it, making a show of licking the fingers of his right hand as he slid her the drink with his left. He leaned forward onto the bar, and the muscles of his arms shifted again. He noted Y/N’s eyes following his movements, and he smirked.

“Let me know what you think.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great.” She reached for the glass, making sure to just barely brush the tips of her fingers against his forearm as she did. She kept her eyes locked on his as she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.

“I bet it’ll be the best you’ve ever had.” 

Y/N choked and spluttered on her drink, the heat returning to her cheeks. She looked up at him when she finally caught her breath, ready to spew something about how the drink had just gone down the wrong way. But when her eyes locked on his face again he was giving her the biggest shit eating grin and something clicked into place.

She realized he had been torturing her on purpose. Well, two could play at that game, she supposed. 

She leaned forward onto the bar, purposefully crossing her arms under her tits so they were pushed up practically in his face. She gave herself an extra point in their little game when she noticed his eyes dip down to her cleavage. He flicked his eyes back up to meet hers, his mouth opening to say something clever, to try to fluster her again. So she beat him to the punch.

“Hmm.. I bet I could top it.”

San cocked an eyebrow and grinned at her. “Is that so?” 

Y/N hummed in affirmation and took another sip of her drink. This time, she had to bite back her cringe as the alcohol actually made contact with her taste buds. It was atrocious; nail polish remover probably would have gone down smoother than the literal poison he had given her.

But she smiled, her best attempt at coy, and slid off the bar stool without another word, making sure to put a little emphasis in the sway of her hips as she made her way to the sliding door that led directly into the sunroom of the house. 

It was one of those cliche-as-fuck moments where San thought “damn I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave”. 

He was still leaned over the bar, trying to give her at least a few minutes of a head start so everyone still gathered around the pool and bar wouldn't immediately know what they were about to get up to.

The last shred of his willpower flew out the window, though, when she made it to the door and looked over her shoulder at him. She grinned like she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

And to be fair, she did. 

San pushed off the bar and, as casually as he could, walked towards the door she’d just disappeared through. He found her in the sunroom leaning against the sideboard that was pressed directly under the window, back to the door as she played on her phone.

He stepped behind her and wrapped an arm around her from behind, one hand splaying across her lower tummy as she discarded her phone. San leaned in and moved the hair from her neck and shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. 

“You thought you were cute out there, huh?”

She could feel the smirk he pressed into the skin of her neck, and then all of the bravado she had worked up was suddenly gone as she practically melted into his touch.

“Bet you thought you had the upper hand all day…Just flouncing around in this flimsy little dress.”

His hands started to wander, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they slid from her hips, up her abdomen to cup and squeeze at her tits. “Not wearing a fucking bra… bet you aren’t wearing panties either, are you?” San laughs, and it’s a sardonic, almost cruel sound.

He pinched at one of her nipples and involuntarily bucked into her when she whimpered and arched into his touch. He slid a hand up further so he could grasp her neck, turning her head towards him just a bit so he could see her pretty face. 

“What if I’m not?” She was breathless as she said it, the anticipation, the want, evident in her tone.

She was clenching her thighs together, trying for any sort of friction, for any sort of relief. San laughed again and dropped the hand that was still on her chest back to her hip. He started to grab and bunch the fabric there, hiking her dress up just enough to slip his hand under the hem.

Y/N whimpered as his fingers brushed over her thighs, tracing shapes and patterns so close yet so far from where she truly wanted him. She was ready to beg for it, the plea on the tip of her tongue when he finally, blessedly moved his hand between her thighs and slid his fingers through her folds. 

He pulled his hand away and held it up in front of their faces, the setting sun shining through the window and reflecting off the sticky wetness on his fingers. 

“You’re being a tease,” she breathed out, chest heaving. 

San laughed and Y/N was beginning to hate the sound and how it made her pussy clench and ache for him. She turned in his grip and watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

He groaned at the taste of her. He was going to spend a long, long time between her thighs. He wanted to fucking drink her and all she had to give him. 

Then he was kissing her, hands in the hair at the base of her skull and pulling just hard enough to guide her where he wanted her. She could still taste herself on his tongue and it was driving her fucking insane, her head swimming.

The primal urge to tear into each other was palpable. The kiss was all clashing teeth and bitten lips, wet and sticky with spit and a bit of blood from a bite that was just a bit too hard. San pulled away a fraction, his pupils blown wide as he stared her down. 

Y/N zoned in on the drop of blood on his lip and gasped. “Fuck! I’m so sorry…oh my god… I didn’t realize I was going that crazy.”

She was speaking a mile a minute, rambling and apologizing profusely, and San cut her off with another searing kiss. 

“What’s pleasure without a bit of pain?” He walked them backwards as he said it, his hands still tangled in her hair.

He eased them down onto the daybed at the back of the room, pulling her into his lap and rucking her dress back up around her hips so she could straddle him.

“You okay?” He asked, wanting to keep her comfort at the top of his priorities. 

“God, yes,” she breathed out and went back in for another kiss, licking into his mouth like she wanted to imprint the taste of him in her own mouth. Y/N started grinding down onto him, the fly of his jeans and the hardness of his cock providing the most delicious friction against her clit.

He moaned into her mouth, strong hands on her hips, dragging her back and forth over his lap until she was whimpering and whining for him. San kissed at the corner of her mouth and murmured to her, “You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum just from humping me like this, baby?” 

She whined and nodded her head frantically, her voice fully gone, the pressure building and building in her lower belly until her toes were curling and stars were bursting behind her eyelids. San hummed below her, hands still pushing and pulling at her as she started to writhe above him, riding out her high.

San watched her, in rapture, as she lost herself to the pleasure. He wanted to burn the sight into the backs of his eyelids so he could conjure it up the next time he found himself alone and wanting.

“I need you inside me right now or I might fucking die.”

That might be the hottest thing he’d ever heard. 

She lifted herself onto her knees - there was just enough space between them to allow her to fumble with his pants and help him shimmy them down his thick thighs. She almost started salivating at the sight of his cock slapping up against his abdomen, heavy and swollen and already leaking precum. 

“Can’t have that now, can we?” He tried to joke, but his laugh was cut off by a guttural groan as she sank down onto him. The wet, molten heat of her might just be heaven, his own personal nirvana. He honestly thought he could live there, buried to the hilt in her pretty little cunt.

Then she started rocking against him and moaning his name, and San nearly came undone at the sound. He gripped at her hips, fingers pressing marks that would surely turn to bruises, and picked her up just enough to give him room to fuck up into her.

The angle was damn near perfect, she could feel every ridge and vein of him, could feel the tip of his cock kissing against her cervix. Her head fell back as she moaned at a particularly well-placed thrust, leaving her throat exposed to him. And San took full advantage of it.

He leaned forward and attached his lips to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Biting down until she whined - he was starting to think that high-pitched, needy little noise was going to become one of his favorite sounds - before he laved over the quickly reddening mark with his tongue to soothe the sting of pain. 

She was clawing at his arms and shoulders, nails raking down his skin, and he hissed at the sharp bite of it. But he loved it. Loved that she was marking him up, putting her claim on him in such a visible way. Just as he had done to her. 

Suddenly, he was flipping them, and she squealed, arms flying up to wrap around his neck. San never lost his momentum though, fucking into her with even more force thanks to the new angle and leverage. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking new marks onto the column of her throat.

“Fuckkkk,” he groaned into her, pressing the curse into her skin between the kisses, “you feel so fucking good.” 

Words were lost to her at that point; her eyes rolled back in her head as he slammed into her over and over again. She was whimpering and keening beneath him, her hands tangled in and tugging at his hair as he kept pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

San slipped his own hand between them, effortlessly finding her swollen clit. It was a bit clumsy at first, but he steadied himself quickly, drawing tight little circles over her. He sped up his thrusts, and the force of it had them sliding over the edge of the bed.

He was somehow clear-headed enough to thank god that the daybed was low. Practically just cushions on the floor already, so neither of them ended up hurt when they fully slid to the floor.

Y/N didn’t even seem to notice the shift, pupils blown wide, and cheeks flushed. She looked so fucked out that he thought he might could cum just from the look on her face. From knowing that it was him that put that look there. He set back to rubbing at her clit, determined to make her cum again.

“Can you cum for me again, baby? I need you to cum for me… c’mon and give it to me, yeah?

She didn’t need words to answer him, her body taking over and doing it for her as her pussy clamped down so tight around him that he couldn’t fucking move.

The blinding ecstasy ripped through her, and she screamed his name as her vision fully whited out. She was clinging to him like she might slip away from the earth if he wasn’t there tethering her to it, arms thrown around his shoulders and legs hooked over his hips.

San slapped a hand over her mouth, torn between relishing in the fact that he was the one making her scream like that and being worried about everyone just on the other side of the window being able to hear them. 

He swore to himself that next time, he would make sure they were fully alone. That they had all the privacy they needed so she could be as loud as she wanted. So he would be able to hear all those pretty sounds at full volume.

San knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the fluttering of her cunt around him and the muffled whines she was making from behind his hand were sending him barreling towards his own climax.

He quickly pulled out, sitting back on his calves, his hand flew over his cock as he gave himself a few pumps. San moaned as he came, hot ropes of cum spilling onto her lower belly. 

She was still trembling through her aftershocks as she hummed and brought her fingers to the mess, swirled them around before bringing them to her lips and licking them clean. The menace made sure to keep her gaze locked on his as she did it, moaning at the taste of him as he watched her slack-jawed.

“Didn’t think it was fair that you got to taste me and I didn’t get to taste you.”

San snorted as he rolled to the side of her, flinging his arm over his face. “Keep looking at me like that and saying shit like that and you’ll definitely be tasting me soon.”

Y/N laughed, and it had him giggling in turn. San wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, pressing soft kisses to her temple. They gave themselves a few moments to fully catch their breaths before they decided they should clean up and head back out to the party before their friends came looking for them.

He needed to find her something clean to wear and offer to have her dress dry cleaned. He told her as much, but she waved him off, telling him not to worry about it. 

San leaned against the doorframe and watched as she tried her best to tame her hair into something remotely presentable. 

“By the way,” he started, “You’re really loud. I was sure someone was going to come in here thinking I was killing you or something.”

Y/N flushed and looked away from him, embarrassed that he had brought it up after the fact. “Sorry… I get so caught up I can’t really help it…”

San paused, head tilting to the side and grinning softly at her.

“I never said it was a bad thing. Or that I didn’t like it. In fact,” He took a step forward, just close enough to be able to settle a hand on her hip, the other cupping her cheek. “I plan on hearing those sounds again. And seeing just how loud you can get."

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[milkingtonthethird]

BATBOYS’ reaction to you asking to do their makeup

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader but it’s stated you wear makeup

Bruce Wayne:

- Would give you a gruff, “No.”

- He loves you, but that’s simply not something he’s interested in.

- You bring it up a few more times and the answer is always the same.

- And then one day, he stares at you while you’re sitting at the expensive vanity he bought you, watching you as you do your eyeliner.

- “You can put that on me,” he says after a few moments of mental gymnastics.

- You turn towards him, slightly surprised. “Huh?”

- He’s not fond of repeating himself, so he’d just pat his thigh.

- You’re getting up, because this is a chance of a lifetime, and you quickly settle yourself on his lap.

- His hands hold your hips. He looks at you with those pretty blue eyes expectantly.

- “Do you want a cat eye? Smokey?” You cup his jaw with your free hand, tilting it.

- He grunts in response. Probably a “be quiet and do it” grunt.

- He waits patiently as your fingers work, following your soft-spoken instructions to close his eyelids or look up. Other than that, he’s not moving an inch.

- You do something simple—just under his waterline, above his top eyelashes.

- When you're done, you drag him over to the mirror. You weren’t sure what his reaction would be.

- “Hm.” The noise is acknowledging, not displeased.

- You smile at him. “Do you like it?”

- There’s a difference between liking it and not being bothered by it.

- Still, he gives you an imperceptible nod. Just to see you smile wider.

- He didn’t take it off for patrol. His kids teased him about it, and Alfred had a barely-concealed humored expression.

- It’s the only thing he’ll let you do. He doesn’t ask, but at this point, he expects you to put it on.

- It’s a reminder of you while he’s out, that you’re waiting for him to come back.

Dick Grayson:

- He would probably ask you to do it, instead of the other way around.

- Just out of curiosity.

- But if you brought it up first, he’s immediately sitting.

- “Make me look pretty,” as if he already isn’t.

- He’d let you do what you want, however he’ll mention how certain colors don’t look good on him.

- Wouldn’t protest if you did a full face. He feels like a pampered princess, and he definitely enjoys the attention you’re giving him.

- He needs progress updates, and information on what you’re using.

- He’ll try to make you annoyed by shutting his eyes when you tell him not to, or talking in the middle of lipstick application.

- “Do you want to be gorgeous or not?” you huff.

- Yes, he does. He quickly stops.

- When you’re done, he’s gasping at himself, fluttering his lashes.

- He wants to match with you, so he offers to do yours.

- Sits in your lap, just like you did with him.

- It’s…a process.

- But it’s not half bad.

- You both take selfies together.

- He’s your devoted expirementee, now.

- He sets himself up by sending some of the photos to the Bat-Family group chat.

- Gets hounded on by Jason. Heavily.

- Does he care? Absolutely not. They are totally jealous.

Jason Todd:

- He’s going to laugh in your face. Sorry.

- And then it turns into confusion when he sees how serious you are.

- He’d shut it down, at first, but he keeps thinking about it for some reason.

- Secretly scrolls on his phone to look at things that he might like.

- Eventually, he approaches you, inspiration picture in hand, and says, “It has to look exactly like this or you’re fired.”

- It’s simple: light eyeshadow, some eyeliner. Stuff that isn’t super heavy and is still “masculine”.

- He can hear the teasing he’d hypothetically endure from everyone as you do it. It pisses him off.

- And then you murmur praises like, “You’re so handsome,” and suddenly he doesn’t care. It’s for you.

- Despite his lighthearted threat, he requests more things, just so you can keep giving him attention.

- Like Grayson, he’d question what you were using. He’d throw in some stupid comments about how using your fingers to apply stuff would be easier.

- When you’re finished and show him, he doesn’t actually mind it.

- “You didn’t fuck it up,” he mumbles.

- He’ll let you do it again. He finds himself enjoying it—the feeling of your soft brushes against his skin, and how you’d gently guide his head to where you want it.

- One time, while you were perched on his lap, focusing on applying, the door opened. Dick was mid-sentence before he finally processed what was going on.

- “Oh, wow.”

- To make things worse, he snapped a picture and suddenly you were moved off of Jason’s lap.

- Cue the super unnecessary and dramatic chase in an attempt to get Grayson to delete it.

Tim Drake:

- He’d look flustered. Why?

- You’d have to explain it’s just for fun, and how you’re bored.

- He’ll begrudgingly agree. He supposed there’s no harm.

- He wants you to tell him what you’re doing as you work. He’s nervous, like you’re going to poke him in the eye or something.

- You don’t want him to be uncomfortable, so you ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

- Well, your presence and warmth on his lap is enjoyable, and he shakes his head.

- It has his brain quiet down. He just listens to you. He absentmindedly leans into your touch sometimes.

- “Do you want glitter?”

- “I do want glitter,” he murmurs. The sentence has his cheeks heat up. When has he ever wanted glitter?

- Of course you don’t tease him, even if it’s cute.

- After you finish, he isn’t sure how to react. He gives an awkward smile.

- “It would look better on you.”

- While you put away your makeup, it seems everyone decided they needed him for something.

- He honestly forgot he had it on, so he’s confused why Jason is laughing and Dick is trying not to. Damian looks as amused as he can get.

- Bruce, a clueless bypasser, pauses for a moment. He makes an inquisitive hum before he keeps walking.

- You force all of them to apologize and send them on their way. Tim, who is so very embarrassed, gets an extra amount of love from you.

Damian Wayne:

- Damian would stare you down for an unholy amount of time, like you just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.

- He’s expecting you to backtrack, to take it back. It is a stupid idea.

- But you’re immune. You give him a soft smile. “Please?”

- He dislikes how easily he gives in. Very, very much.

- He grumbles a lot, insulting you, even as he holds still.

- He lists things you owe him for letting you do this. A lot of them are said just to mess with you.

- At some point, he gets less irritated. It’s only because he’s grown tired of wasting his breath.

- You give him the handheld mirror when you’re done, and he takes a long while to inspect himself. He doesn’t care about the fact that there’s winged eyeliner on his face, he cares that they are uneven.

- He gives you criticism. Actual, somewhat informative criticism.

- “You need to blend outwards, not in.”

- He makes you fix it until there’s no mistakes.

- It’s actually a weird and kind of unbelievable experience for you.

- You are never doing it again—you wanted to have fun, not be reprimanded.

- He still has it on when Alfred calls for dinner.

- They all kind of stare. They’re too confused to comment.

- “Am I high?” Jason whispers quietly.

- The only thing Damian says is, “Can someone pass me the salt?”

Duke Thomas:

- He would probably let you do his eyebrows and some eyeshadow to accentuate his eyes.

- He doesn’t mind if you do more, he’s just not keen on keeping it on long.

- It’s for you, and he likes you.

- He’d ask to do yours. It’s only fair.

- He lowkey knows how to do some fire ass eyeliner.

- It’s actually really enjoyable so he does it more than you. He can see why you brought it up in the first place.

- “Should I become a makeup artist?”

- He finds himself looking up inspiration ideas that he brings to you later.

- Maybe he should. Specifically, your makeup artist.

- You went to Bruce’s parties one time with a look that he did. He was smug as fuck when you got a lot of compliments.

- He’s a little sad when you do your own instead of letting him do it.

- Dick walked in on him once.

- He just watched you both.

- Eventually asked Duke to do his, as a half-joke, but now he’s stuck sitting in line until he finishes yours.

- He took a picture of you and Grayson and put it on his Instagram.

- Jason actually said something decent for once.

- “👍 Pretty bitches”

doing their nails

[wordsmeetwbb]

Messy

Word count: 2.3k

Content: smut, fluff

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: March Paige has inspired me to write! I know all you freaks want more smut so here's something to tide you over until I have time to get something longer out. Unfortunately it's midterm season for me so it might be a minute, but enjoy this in the meantime! Send in the reactions as always!

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Azzi is fast asleep on Paige’s chest. Her face is relaxed, features soft and peaceful as deep breaths whistle in and out through her lips. Paige is entranced. Her eyes trace Azzi’s jawline, the outline of her lips, the curve of her nose, the gentle arch of her brows, her lashes resting on her cheeks. Paige can’t help herself. She reaches out with the arm that isn’t trapped under Azzi’s body and brushes a brunette curl off Azzi’s forehead. Azzi snuggles closer into Paige’s body.

Then Azzi is shifting again, her eyelids fluttering as she rises to the surface of consciousness. Paige brings one hand up to cup Azzi’s jaw, thumb brushing gently over the soft skin of her cheek. Azzi smiles, eyes still closed. Paige quickly kisses her lips, and the brunette hums in contentment.

“Did you have a good nap, baby?” Paige whispers. Azzi nods and puckers her lips, silently begging for another kiss. And, well, Paige hasn’t been able to say no to Azzi since they met at 15. She’s not going to start now.

Paige kisses Azzi again, more solidly this time but still chaste. Azzi breaks the kiss, not because she wants to but because her smile has stretched too wide to keep kissing her girlfriend.

“What time is it?” Azzi asks. Her voice is heartbreakingly soft. Paige could drown in it.

“No idea. We got time, though. Don’t got anywhere to be today,” Paige murmurs. Azzi nods, satisfied with the answer, and then shifts so that she’s straddling Paige’s hips. Her knees press into the sheets of Paige’s bed as she leans down, pressing barely-there kisses to Paige’s jaw. Paige lets out a sigh and tilts her head back to give the shorter girl more room to work. Azzi laces one hand with Paige’s in thanks as she nibbles on the shell of Paige’s ear. Paige breathes out heavily.

Azzi keeps making her way across Paige’s skin. Her plush lips brush across her girlfriend’s neck gently first before her kisses turn rougher, sucking lightly at the blonde’s pulse point.

“Shit. Feels so good, Az,” Paige praises. Azzi smiles into Paige’s skin and sucks a new mark into the hinge of her jaw. Paige can feel herself getting wet. She knows that by now there must be a dark patch on her gray boxers, just from Azzi’s mouth on her throat. Paige whimpers involuntarily and bucks her hips up, desperate for a little bit of friction.

It makes Azzi moan but doesn’t distract her from her mission to mark up Paige’s skin as much as possible. She’s moved on to dragging her tongue in lines up Paige’s neck. It leaves both of them wet with saliva and more than a little bit turned on.

“So pretty,” Azzi murmurs when she finally pulls back to admire her handiwork. Paige’s neck gleams in the dim light of her bedroom, fresh hickeys dotted around Paige’s jawline and collarbones. Paige’s eyes flutter shut just long enough for Azzi to lean towards the nightstand at the side of Paige’s bed and grab her phone. Her movement stirs Paige from her Azzi-induced haze, and she drags her eyelids open.

Azzi raises her phone and swipes into the camera app, looking for Paige’s nod of approval before taking the picture. The flash lights the room, reflecting off the spit drying on Paige’s neck and catching her blue eyes. Azzi bites her lip and takes another, changing the angle of her phone just slightly. Paige squirms under Azzi’s weight, her pupils blown out even with the light from the camera. Then Azzi giggles, switches her camera to 0.5x, and brings the phone closer to Paige’s face.

Paige scrunches her eyebrows together, pouting as Azzi takes the picture.

“I’m gonna send that to the group chat,” Azzi teases. Paige’s face reddens.

“You can’t! They already think we’re gross,” Paige argues. Azzi grins and turns the phone around to show Paige the picture. The older girl laughs despite herself as she looks at the silly picture. The light from the flash only makes the bruises on her skin look darker, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find it ridiculously hot.

“Fuck,” Paige mumbles, eyes still tracing over the marks, the way her skin glistens, the already fucked-out look in her eyes. Azzi hadn’t even touched her yet, and she looked like they’d been at it for hours. Azzi set her phone back on the nightstand, her hips shifting on Paige’s as she moved. Paige threw her head back into the pillow, her hands grabbing at Azzi’s hips and pulling her down against herself more solidly.

Azzi’s eyes flutter, dark lashes casting shadows against her cheeks. She leans down and kisses Paige, licking into her open mouth. Paige feels helpless like this under Azzi. The younger girl’s tongue moves slowly, and their lips drag against each other messily. Paige is already panting when Azzi takes Paige’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugs gently. It pulls a moan from deep within her chest.

Paige moves her hands from Azzi’s hips so that one comes to rest on her ass, squeezing roughly, and the other one slides into Azzi’s curls at the base of her neck. She tugs on her hair gently, knowing it’ll get Azzi even more bothered than she already is, hoping to hurry things along a little bit as Azzi continues to intertwine their tongues.

Azzi whines just like Paige expected, a string of spit trailing between their open mouths. Paige has had enough.

“Gotta fuck you, ‘kay baby?” Azzi nods quickly, her curls bouncing with the action. Paige changes their position smoothly, sliding herself up to rest against the headboard and dragging Azzi back to sit between her legs so her back is against Paige’s chest. “Can I take these off?” Paige asks softly, pulling at the waistband of the shorts Azzi is wearing. Azzi nods again, but it’s not enough for Paige.

“Words, honey,” she prompts.

“Yes, yes, take them off.” Paige smiles and places a gentle kiss on Azzi’s bare shoulder as she tugs the shorts off. Her hand then trails down to rest on the black cotton of Azzi’s panties, her fingertips dragging over the wet patch on the fabric.

“You already this wet for me, Az? Haven’t even touched you. You got yourself this worked up just from kissin’ me, baby?” Paige teases. Azzi presses her head back into Paige’s collarbone and lets out a groan.

“Yeah,” she breathes. Paige feels giddy.

“Poor baby. You just want it so bad, don’t you? Couldn’t help it but get so turned on,” she mocks. Azzi’s cheeks warm, and she’s grateful that Paige can’t see her face in this position because she’s sure it would just lead to more teasing. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Gonna make you feel so good,” Paige coos. Azzi nods and presses her hips towards Paige’s hand. Paige wraps her other arm around Azzi’s torso, holding her firmly in place. Azzi whines, feeling far more desperate than she should.

“Shh… It’s okay, honey. I’m gonna make it feel better,” Paige comforts as her fingers dip under the waistband of Azzi’s panties. She drags a few lazy circles around Azzi’s clit first, pulling a high pitched whine from the younger girl. Then she trails her fingers down through her folds.

“Fuck. So wet. She’s fucking soaked for me. Wants it so bad, right baby?” It’s all Azzi can do to nod and beg for more. Paige obliges. She’s not in the mood to tease today.

Paige slips one finger into Azzi’s dripping cunt easily and begins to thrust in and out. Azzi arches her back a little, trying to get closer, but Paige just tightens her arm around her stomach.

It only takes a few minutes before Azzi is begging Paige for another finger, and then the blonde is sliding in another one next to the first. She doesn’t give Azzi any time to adjust to the stretch that comes with the added girth before she continues slipping her fingers in and out. Azzi moans louder this time, and Paige shushes her.

“Shh, baby. Allie and Jana might be home. Don’t want them to hear how good you’re takin’ me, do you?” Azzi shakes her head but the thought of being caught makes her pussy clench around Paige’s fingers. Paige smirks but doesn’t comment.

Instead she brings her thumb to Azzi’s clit, drawing tight circles around the puffy bud. Azzi tries and fails to hold back her whimper. That’s when Paige’s hand that had been resting against Azzi’s stomach moves up to rest against Azzi’s throat. Azzi’s eyes roll back in her head with just the warm presence of Paige’s skin.

Azzi manages to get her noises under control somehow so that the only sound in the room is Paige’s fingers sliding in and out of Azzi’s cunt. Her slick is dripping onto the sheets, down Paige’s hand, down her thighs. It’s messy and usually Azzi would care, but Paige is fucking her so steady and solid that she’s not even thinking about it.

“Close, Paige- please,” Azzi begs. She’s panting, her abs taut as the tension deep in her stomach gets hotter.

“I gotchu, honey. Just let go for me. You got it,” Paige urges. And really, Azzi is so, so close, but she just can’t quite get herself there. She whines in frustration, arching her back in an attempt to get more. Paige doesn’t change her pace, doesn’t change the force, doesn’t rush the circles she’s still making around Azzi’s clit. Instead, she takes the hand that has been a comforting presence on Azzi’s neck and squeezes.

That’s all it takes for Azzi to start shaking uncontrollably, back arching and hips bucking as she comes all over Paige’s hand. Paige fucks her through it, murmuring praises into her ear as Azzi moans.

“Good girl. So good for me Az, cumming so pretty like that. My beautiful good girl.” Azzi melts back into her girlfriend’s embrace. Paige’s hand is dragging up and down the brunette’s arm, the other one petting her thigh soothingly. Azzi feels boneless as she lays there in Paige’s arms.

“You still with me, baby?” Paige asks. Azzi hums and nods, eyes still closed and a smile on her face. It’s then that Azzi thinks about just how wet- how desperate- Paige must be. She turns herself around in Paige’s grasp, although her legs shake a little bit from the effort as she does.

“Let me help you,” she prompts. Paige looks confused for a moment before she seems to realize what her girlfriend means. She lets Azzi flip them so Paige is on top, straddling Azzi’s thighs in a position similar to the one they had started in. Paige pauses when Azzi’s hand moves down to drag her boxers off.

“Can I-” She can’t quite get the words out, but Azzi nods, encouraging her.

“What do you want, P? Fingers? Mouth? We can do whatever you want, baby,” Azzi coos. Paige’s tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Wanna ride your thigh,” she says. Azzi smiles.

“Go ahead, baby. Wanna use my body to get yourself off, huh?” Paige groans and quickly throws her boxers off to a corner of the room. She situates herself so she’s hovering over one of Azzi’s thighs, thick and muscled and tan against the purple sheets. Some of Paige’s slick drips down onto Azzi’s thigh. She lets out a heavy breath and lowers herself down.

Azzi’s skin is soaked with Paige’s arousal before the blonde has even begun to move. Once she does start to drag herself back and forth, they’re both a slippery mess. It doesn’t take long for Paige’s eyes to roll back in her head, her back to arch, and her movements to be jerky as she works herself against Azzi’s leg.

“Fuck. So good- feel so good- shit Az,” Paige rambles. Azzi grips Paige’s hips and helps her move herself back and forth, grinding her clit into her skin roughly. Paige is moaning in no time, completely forgetting the need to be quiet. Azzi doesn’t have the heart to shush her.

Paige doesn’t even have time to warn Azzi before she’s crying out and cumming, still dragging her clit along Azzi’s skin. Then it’s Azzi’s turn to soothe the blonde. She pulls her off of her thigh and settles her on the bed next to her, pressing soft kisses into her hair.

In true Paige fashion, she’s yapping again before she’s even fully aware.

“We’re gonna take another nap now, right? I feel like we deserve another nap,” she says. Azzi giggles.

“Well, we should definitely clean up first,” she tells the blonde. Paige groans dramatically, sprawling her entire body over her girlfriends.

“Noooo,” she whines. Azzi tries her best to crawl out from under Paige, but she’s unsuccessful.

“Paige, you gotta let me up!” She argues. Paige pouts.

“You can’t leave yet,” she says pathetically. Azzi smiles. Her entire chest feels warm.

“Not gonna leave. I just want to get something to clean us up,” she bargains. Eventually, she convinces Paige to let her grab a cloth so she can wipe them both off. Once they’re clean, Paige drags Azzi right back into bed.

“Nap time,” she declares. Azzi doesn’t even try to protest. She’s already snuggling into Paige’s side, eyes closed as the warmth of her girlfriend’s skin lures her into sleep once again.

“Love you,” she mumbles.

“I love you,” Paige whispers. Neither of them manage to stay awake much longer after that. And if their teammates ask them later what they did all afternoon, well, they just took a nice nap.

[shawtylex09]

⋆˙⟡ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader⟡⋆˙

Warnings; body insecurities, swearing.

Masterlist.

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Katsuki Bakugou. One of- if not the strongest and most talented student in class 1A. He was extremely attractive, really smart, confident, effortlessly good at anything he put his mind to- did i mention he was hot as hell?

So why- WHY was he with you?

You were average looking. No. No no. You were sub-par when it came to looks.

You didn't have a toned and curvy body like the other girls in your class, your metabolism just didn't work that way.

You filled out your uniform in ways the other students in your class never had problems with. Your arms filled out your sleeves with their squishy mass, your stomach straining against your skirt with its pudge.

You weren't japan's standard of beautiful.

All of the japanese models and heroes on TV were skinny, gorgeous, muscular and lean- nothing like your soft and round body.

So why did Katsuki Bakugou agree to go out with you? Why did Bakugou kiss you in front of your classmates, all while shamelessly grabbing the curves of your filled in hips? Why did he chase off anyone who even looked at his girl wrong?

Why?

You didn't know, and it was eating you up inside. You didnt understand why Katsuki's gorgeous vermillion eyes were always focused on you.

That ate you up inside.

You always felt so bad, like you were both literally and metaphorically weighing Katsuki down with your body; feeling like every time the two of you were passed by in public, Katsuki was being judged. You knew he was, you could see the questioning looks that were thrown at him. After all, why was such a gorgeous guy walking around with someone so..beneath him?

These thoughts ate away at your selfesteem, seeing girls who were a lot prettier than you, walk up to your boyfriend and try to chat him up- because they didn't even see you as a threat to their chances with Katsuki..

..It hurt.

Jumping away from your self-pity-session, you sat up in bed, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at your hands, each of your fingers having a slight give with the little bit of pudge on them.

You felt your eyes sting with tears all over again.

Katsuki would be so much better off without you.

You were holding him back.

He deserved so much better.

Guilt and shame ate you up from the inside out, a quiet sob leaving you. You had been mulling over the thought of breaking up with your boyfriend for some time now, and now..? You were sure it was time. There was no sense in holding Katsuki back anymore..he was owed more than you could give him, you told yourself.

You slowly dragged your teary, red eyes over to your nightstand, where your phone was plugged in. Your bottom lip trembled and you let out another pitiful sob as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it with shaky hands and tapping on the messages app, then Katsuki's contact; KitKat💥.

You smiled a little through your gut-wrenching tears, your hands trembling as you recalled his reaction to the contact name;

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"Oi, dumbass, the hell are you doing?" Katsuki asked from his spot on your bed, his thighs parted and taking up as much space as the arrogant teen pleased. You paced around your room with furrowed brows, looking around curiously "I cant find my phone." You replied.

Katsuki sighed and grumbled, rolling his eyes at your habit of losing your phone, wallet, keys- really anything that you were supposed to hang onto. "let me call it." he mumbled, trying to ignore the soft smile that pulled at your lips, and the small flutter in his heart.

After he pressed the call button on your contact, the two of you heard 'your song.' (tears over beers) begin to play from your phone. Katsuki reached down between the wall and your bed, and after a bit of a struggle, pulled out your phone.

You gasped and smiled "Awesome! you found it!” You chirped as you walked over, however, you paused at the sight of Katsuki’s confused expression. “Something wrong, Kat?”

Katsuki gives a funny look to your screen, before holding up your phone, his contact name on full display. “KitKat?” He questioned with a raised brow.

You gasped and flushed a bright red as you eyed your phone “Ah! I’m sorry!” You exclaimed as you covered your face, your words getting muffled mid through your sentence “I-I’ll change it- I-if you want me to..”

Katsuki looked at the contact name, his heart softening in his chest, the same happening to his expression. He scoffed and declined the call before handing the phone back to you “whatever, you don’t need to change it. It’s just a stupid name.”

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That memory played over in your mind, remembering how your gruff boyfriend brushed it off.

Oh right..

He wouldn’t be your boyfriend for much longer.

Your smile dipped off of your face as you sighed, repeating in your head ‘It’s for the best’ like a mantra.

Shakily, you hovered your thumbs over the keyboard. How were you going to word this?

‘Hey, Bakugou-‘

No no no, too formal.

‘Hi Katsuki, I really needed to-‘

No, not that either. Too basic.

You tried over and over to write out a proper break up message. Your eyes stung with tears, your bottom lip trembled as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a message popped up on your screen.

KitKat💥

What the hell are you doing up this late? 2:08

You froze. The better question was, what was HE doing awake at this hour!? Katsuki almost always went to bed no later than 8:30, so what the hell was he doing awake?

You sent back a quick;

Y/n🤍

Nothing much! I just wanted to tell you that I loved you!! Read 2:09

The three dots popped up, before disappearing, before reappearing, and then a message popped up.

KitKat💥

Rough night? 2:09

Yeah. That was definitely one way to put it.

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt your bottom lip quiver under it. You sent a simple, ‘Yes’, and then the three dots popped up again.

KitKat💥

I’m coming over. 2:10

And that’s exactly how you got here, with you crying in Katsuki’s arms, his hand slowly running over your back, his chin resting on top of your head. “You don’t need to worry about any of those shitty insecurities.” he mumbled quietly, gingerly stroking your hair. He’d listened to you bawl your eyes out about everything that had been weighing on your heart.

Katsuki sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you..dumbass,” he murmured, his voice soft and- surprisingly gentle. “You’re strong and smart. I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who wasn’t.”

His words made you smile softly. In his own way, Katsuki did care- more than anyone.

“And if anyone has a problem with your sexy body, they can suck it up. You’re beautiful..dumbass..” Katsuki slowly rubbed his hand up and down the curves and swells of your stomach and sides. His eyes were surprisingly tender as he gazed at you.

You looked up at him and smiled, with small tears in your eyes.

“I..I love you so much, Kat” you managed to get out between soft sniffles and little whimpers.

Katsuki laid under the blanket with you, slowly running his hand over your stomach still. “I love you too..don’t ever get that twisted..nerd..”

Katsuki was silently thanking whatever kept him awake. He wouldn’t’ve known what to do with himself if he lost you.

And that, was a fact.

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Izuku x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Hello! I hope you liked this one! I’m not used to writing for Katsuki very often, so I don’t know if I got his personality right. I think I might’ve made him too soft…idk!

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Urged

I think this was the photo that got me in. Of course I get the appeal now. But at the time I thought I was just messaging some other random torso on the apps. I was supposed to just be in and out, no strings attached. After all, he wasn’t my usual type. Looked like a roided out gym rat: bit of a gut; dark, wiry hair; and thick muscles. But muscles weren’t the thickest thing about him, and who was I to pass up a good time?

So I went over to his place. I wasn’t surprised when it was a loft above a small gym. Seemed like the ideal spot for the kind of guy. What I was not expecting was the apartment itself to be so…nice? Normal? I was prepared to get fucked on a twin-sized mattress on the floor, no frame, with sweaty clothes rotting around me. But the apartment had some character. He even offered me something to drink before we got started, in an actual glass. Maybe I needed to raise my standards. We chatted, flirted a bit as I finished my water and let things get hot from there. We kissed in the kitchen, made out in the living room, and worked our way back to his bedroom as sweatshirts, belts, shirts, pants, and straps trailed behind us.

As I positioned a pillow under myself, he took off his wife beater, the last barrier between us. The shirtless torso that seduced me was on full display as I rubbed his chest. As he leaned in to kiss me, I felt engulfed by this bear of a man, skin electric where I felt his hair ticking my bare chest. My senses felt heightened as I tasted cheap beer on his breath and smelled a deep musk of sweat, cum, and Old Spice, more in line with what I had expected from him. He ran his calloused hands over my chest and abs before finally taking up position over my trembling body. I wanted him in a way I hadn’t felt since I was a teen. Normally I would want to talk a bit more, at least give a safe word. But as he surrounded me and I felt his presence, my brain flipped a switch as my body instinctively relaxed for him. There were no thoughts to be had as my mind was consumed by his rich scent, the pleasure of his cock slowly stretching out my ass, and his intense gaze set on my fluttering eyes. At last I felt his bush pressed against my clenching ass. He lingered for just a moment, every throb of his member sending shivers through my body. He leaned in and whispered, “You feeling good, baby?”

I could only moan a bit in response. Feeling his weight bear down on me and his cock in my ass left no room for words. He shoved his pit in my face and I instinctively took a deep huff. Any resistance and tension left in my body released. I felt filled by him, just a vessel for his use. I was about to stick out my tongue when he pulled back and repositioned himself. He held my shoulders as he began moving his hips.

As he slowly began to fuck me, I felt him reach new depths within myself.

“There you go, much better. Let yourself just float”

I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to. His cock methodically jackhammering my hole had my body riding wave after wave of pleasure. Then, I felt him tense up a bit as his cock swelled just a bit more telling me what was to come. He buried it deep as a pressure built within myself. A few more thrust from him and I shot my load over his furry chest. My mind could no longer handle it. I slipped off into a void of pure bliss, as this stranger collapsed on top of me, feeling his damp fur against my body and filling my senses once again with his musk.

I woke up the next day back in my own bedroom. No one else around. No signs of trouble. No clue how I got back. If the whole experience hadn’t been so vivid, I would have thought I dreamt the whole thing. But as I rolled myself out of bed and into the bathroom, one change became very clear.

Seemingly overnight I had lost my smooth skin and dirty blonde curls. In its place was hair. Thick, dark, course hair. It covered my chest, my arms, my back, even my crotch. I was shocked but, also, something else began to tickle at my brain. I took off my tank to get a better look at the forest. I flexed my muscles and admired the way it coated my chest and seemed to exaggerate its size. I hit a double bicep pose and smelled a familiar scent. The scent of sweat and heat and masculinity. My mind flooded with images of that night as my cock stood at attention. I shoved my face into my own pit as I bagan jacking off in front of the mirror, admiring my new body. It felt strange but satisfying, watching this stranger in the mirror mimic my every move as I lusted for him. I didn’t realize how far I had gone until I saw the stream hitting the mirror. It was hot, but something still didn’t feel right. As I cleaned up the restroom, I picked up my razor and considered cleaning myself up a bit. But as I lifted it to my face, I noticed my newly hairy pits. Exposing them, the scent of last night invaded my mind again and I couldn’t follow through. I finished getting dressed and I left for the day. With a busy schedule, maybe I could get some answers tomorrow. I think that was the last chance I had to do something, divert from the path laid out for me. But looking back, I don’t know if I would have changed a thing.

No day was as sharp a change as the first, but each morning as I looked myself in the mirror, something was a bit different. Maybe it was the sharpness of my jaw. Or were my pecs always this swoll? One week I swore my feet were growing larger. There is no way that they always slapped the ground like that. But my shoes always fit perfectly. Heck I may even need a new pair soon. My joggers were beat up as hell and reeked when I took them off after my Saturday runs. But soon it was the days that I couldn’t find anything that looked different that began to worry me most. Had I always thought so much about the bodies of the men around me? Did people always talk so fast? But as life slipped back into routine. Soon I began to question myself. Why had I worried so much about any changes? Things never actually seemed out of place, and I worked out hard to get these gains. I had been going to the gym for years and had spent years perfecting my splits. After about two months, I stopped worrying at all. Until finally, one day I woke up and looked myself in the mirror, I saw the same man who greeted me for years.

I was a sweaty gym rat. Always had been. Always would be. I took a deep huff of my own funk, and rubbed my muscles. But everything fell into place, something felt missing. I shouldn’t have to keep this godly body and musk to myself. For the first time in a while, I hopped onto the apps and started scanning through. God, all these old matches were terrible. Why did I used to have such a thing for those muscled-up college boys? They couldn’t grow a beard if their lives depended on it. Besides, I think I wanted someone a little more…submissive. Scrolling through, my eyes caught on this young 20-something twink. Something about him reminded me of someone…someone I used to know. His lithe body, tight curls, and skimpy clothes told me he was a bottom before I clicked on his profile. A few messages back and forth, and he was on his way.

He walked in the door and it was all I could do to contain myself. Something deep within me wanted my seed deep in his ass. I needed him to worship me. I wanted him to become just like me. I had no patience as my body acted on instinct. I stripped my shirt and calmly approached, placing my hand against the wall behind him. As my masculinity and musk washed over the twink, I watched as his eyes fluttered a bit and knew his mind was submitting.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked plainly.

“Ye-yes, sir.”

I grinned as I understood fully now just what had happened to me, and the power I held. But watching this twink practically trembling in front of me, maybe I was even better than my captor had been.

I gave him a quick kiss as I lead him to my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to make another man in my image.

[shybluebirdninja]

Swipe Right, Bub

Summary: Logan’s usually tough persona crumbles when he gets nervous before your Tinder date, and it’s clear he has no idea how dating apps work.

Pairing             : Mutant!Logan Howlett x Human!Fem-reader Genre              : Fluff

Logan wasn’t sure how the hell he ended up here. Sitting at a bar, staring at his phone like it was about to explode, waiting for a Tinder date. Tinder. He hated that damn app. The whole swiping thing made him feel like an idiot. And the fact he’d even gotten matched? Probably a glitch.

But here he was, in a flannel that was definitely not “date night material” and boots that still had a bit of mud on them. Real smooth.

When the door swung open, you stepped in, scanning the room for him. Logan straightened up like he’d just been caught doing something illegal, but when your eyes landed on him, you smiled. Shit, he thought, she’s way outta my league. You were looking real nice—too nice for someone like him who smelled like cigars and had seen more fights than anyone should in ten lifetimes.

You waved, walking over, and Logan fought the urge to bolt out of the bar. This was stupid. He wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing.

“Hey, Logan, right?” you asked, sliding onto the stool next to him.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me,” he muttered, already fidgeting with the label on his beer bottle like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

The awkward silence stretched for a beat, and Logan could feel the sweat gathering under his collar. You looked way too comfortable, like you were doing this for fun while he was sitting there trying not to screw up everything.

“First Tinder date?” you asked, clearly amused by his discomfort.

Logan let out a low grunt. “Somethin’ like that. Ain’t exactly my thing.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured.” You grinned, leaning in a bit. “You look like the type who’d smash his phone before swiping right.”

“Almost did,” Logan admitted, running a hand through his wild hair. “Had to get the damn app downloaded twice ‘cause I broke the first phone.”

You laughed—like, full-on laughed—and Logan couldn’t help but smirk a little. At least you weren’t bored.

“So,” you started, leaning on the bar, “you’re, uh, not big on technology then?”

Logan shook his head, his fingers tapping the bar in some anxious rhythm. “Last time I trusted somethin’ mechanical, it was trying to kill me. Ain’t a fan.”

“That sounds... dramatic.”

“You’d be surprised.” He took a swig of his beer, trying to calm down the stupid fluttering in his chest. Was he… nervous? He’d fought in wars, been stabbed more times than he could count, but a simple date was making him sweat like a rookie.

You started chatting, talking about your job, your hobbies, how weird the whole dating app scene was. Logan didn’t say much, but honestly, he didn’t mind. You were easy to listen to. You weren’t pushy, not asking him a ton of questions, and it was nice.

But you noticed after a while, because of course you did. “Oh god, I’m just talking your ear off, aren’t I?” you said, looking a little embarrassed. “I haven’t even asked anything about you.”

Logan just shrugged, trying to act casual. “Don’t mind listenin’. You’re good at it.”

Shit, did that sound creepy? He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t think he was being weird.

“You sure? I mean, you probably have way more interesting stories than I do. You seem like the type who’s lived a pretty wild life,” you teased, sipping your drink.

Logan gave a small, gruff chuckle. “Yeah, you could say that.” He didn’t exactly want to drop the “I’ve lived for over a century and fought in every war imaginable” bomb. Not the best first date conversation.

But you just smiled, completely oblivious to his internal struggle. “Well, next round, it’s your turn to talk. Fair’s fair, right?”

“Yeah… maybe,” he muttered, looking away. He wasn’t great at the whole “opening up” thing. He’d rather let you ramble about your dog or how you almost burned your apartment down trying to make pasta. That was easy stuff.

You reached out, patting his arm, and Logan stiffened like he’d just been hit with a stun gun.

“Don’t worry,” you said, with that killer smile of yours. “I’m not gonna grill you. But if you ever wanna share any of those stories, I’m all ears.”

Logan tried to play it cool, but the second you touched his arm, his brain short-circuited. Smooth, real smooth, he thought, glaring at his beer like it was to blame for how awkward he was being.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and you glanced down at it, frowning. “Ah, crap, sorry, work’s calling. Gotta run,” you said, standing up. Logan’s heart sank a little. The night was over, and he hadn’t even gotten a chance to not screw things up.

But then, out of nowhere, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. And just like that, the Wolverine—the guy who had metal claws and could heal from a damn nuclear bomb—blushed. Full-on, red-faced, no-way-to-hide-it blushed.

“I had a great time,” you said softly. “Maybe we can do this again?”

Logan, caught completely off guard, could barely form a coherent thought. “Uh, yeah. Sure. If you, uh, want. I mean, yeah. Definitely. Next time.”

You smiled, amused at his sudden inability to speak, and gave a little wave. “Cool. I’ll text you.”

Logan watched you leave, still sitting there, his face burning, his heart doing things it hadn’t done in decades. He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face as he muttered to himself, “Holy shit, she’s gonna text me.”

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[sturnioz]

shy! reader who had a confidence boost and sends fratboy! chris explicit pictures as he is busy with his fratbros.

you stand in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of the baby pink lingerie that delicately hugs your body. the fabric glimmers under the light, while the tiny satin bows and lice trim gently caresses your skin.

since chris had gifted you this piece, you had felt too shy to wear it, tucking it away in the back of your closet — much to his dismay. he complained way too much before finally giving up and fucking you without it.

but since having a little confidence boost, thanks to your friend who had given you a little makeover during your girls day; making your lips plump and inviting, your eyelids with shimmering glitter, and lashes full. you feel pretty — truly pretty, you've never felt like this before.

your eyes flit over to your phone resting on the dresser, and you bite your lip in contemplation. after a moment, your thoughts win, and you reach for the device quickly, swiping open the camera app as your heart races. seeing yourself through the lens feels a bit awkward, but you muster your best smile and snap a picture, standing tall in the lingerie.

as you review the photo, a flutter of excitement stirs in your chest. you look good — really good — but the image feels a bit bland, lacking the spark you desire... you need to spice it up.

taking a deep breath, you settle down on the floor in front of the mirror on your ass, parting your legs and placing your feet firmly on the ground. you fix your hair, adjusting it to the way you prefer, and ensuring the lighting casts a flattering glow. you take another breath, preparing to take the photo — a little more provocative than last.

as you pose, heat spreads up your neck to your cheeks. you feel both exhilarated and flustered as you gaze at the new image on the screen, making it hard to believe that the girl staring back at you is, in fact, you.

you grin to yourself shyly, the corners of your mouth lifting as you chew on your glossy bottom lip. you pull up chris' contact, your heart racing in anticipating as you tap the message icon, navigating to your recent chat.

as your thumbs move swiftly across the screen, you attach the photo, your pulse quickening with each tap as you type out a message.

you | 20:54 [image] what do you think?

sitting in silence, you bite down on your thumbnail, anxiety creeping in as you watch the delivered sign at the bottom of your text change to 'read'. the knit in your stomach tightens, embarrassment washing over you as the minutes tick by without a reply. you start to doubt yourself further, wondering if this was even a good idea, but your heart leaps at the sight of three bubbles popping up, indicating that he's typing.

chris | 21:01 u serious rn????? what the actual fuck kid yeah nah ur crazy lol

you frown softly, unsure on how to interpret his message. a wave of uncertainty washes over you as you tug at the delicate lace of your lingerie. leaving his texts on read, you glance back at your reflection, focussing on the pretty girl staring back at you. you suck in a deep breath, holding your head high, determined to keep the confidence as you type back.

you | 21:08 i feel pretty i like it do you??

not even a second later, your phone buzzes again.

chris | 21:08 yeah unlock ur front door btw lol im comin over