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Auburn Traditions (Damian Wayne x Reader)

summary: After your wedding, Damian spends the night finding his name in your bridal henna. In the safety of your presence, he can share his true feelings to you. word count: 1,550~ warnings: none Special thanks to @quillsareswords for bouncing ideas around until this fic was born. I am soft for this man. This is the mushiest thing I've written in so long. Literally kicking my feet writing this.

It came as no surprise when Damian popped the question.

You two flourished beside each other, growing individually in the comfort of each other’s embrace. For years you stood beside Damian. Through high school you helped him study every exam season, said quick greetings in the halls, and even helped him find all his classes his first year. In college you motivated him through finals, went to every pesky orientation, and cheered the loudest when he walked across the stage one final time.

Almost in tandem, Damian returned the favor. He asked you to Prom your senior year, holding up a shy bouquet of flowers and a corsage. He attended every performance of yours, big or small, because the mere presence of him was more support than you could ever wish for. Damian dragged you to bed on long nights and held you through so many tough ones, never letting go through it all.

You moved out together years later after you found the perfect forever home and finally made it yours. The walls were painted deep into the night, muted tones swiped onto his nose only for him to fling it back at you. Together, Christmas lights were hung across the house year after year as you danced to the upbeat tunes in your own living room while the fireplace warms you up after a long day in the snow.

So when Damian kneeled before you, his heart pouring out of his chest as he spoke words of reflection and his own green eyes shining with affection, you had to say yes. A year of bliss with Damian Wayne, your fiancé, soon to be husband. You carved out a section of this chaotic world and made it your own, a section full of adoration and unwavering love.

The wedding night was one to remember. It was an extravagant night filled with family, music, and laughter. Damian couldn’t keep his eyes off his bride for very long, far too many of the wedding photos showed Damian’s soft gaze towards you.

Your vows were heartfelt and private, opting to say your true feelings in the comfort of each other and no one more. Damian Wayne, the man of very few words, had the most poetic words fall from his lips that day. Damian Wayne, the man with ironclad emotions, cried in front of you when the vows continued forward—not that he’d ever admit that, but you knew.

So here you were, the wedding night bliss still radiating off of you as you sat in front of Damian—your husband—on your shared bed. Your outfits were hung up ages ago, torn off the second you could and changed into something more cozy with softer fabrics and looser seams. Bobby pins were scattered across the bathroom sink as you let your hair rest. Damian’s own hair was ruffled, the gel long since worn off.

Neither of you minded, no amount of makeup or luxurious outfits could make Damian fall for you any harder than he already has.

“You’re really intent on finding it,” you commented playfully, your voice dipped into softer volume. Your hands rested in his, decorated in vibrant amber. Delicate florals weaved their way across your fingertips and palms, vines twirled across the negative space until their leaves grew on your hands. Mother Earth herself had kissed your hands and let her beauty flow across your skin—her own blessing to the marriage.

Henna: a tradition that was nothing short of mesmerizing. You remembered the day Damian asked for this, a small portion of his heritage incorporated into the best night of his life. And of course, you said yes, accepting every part of him happily.

His hands traced along the arabic style that seeped into your skin, spaced out leaves and florals that left a gorgeous amount of free space to show off your own beautiful skin. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as Mehndi, for this style of henna focused on the palms to bring in love and cherish memories. But every dot on your skin was as fascinating as the one before it, carefully placed into a beautiful design.

“Of course,” Damian responded, his gaze incredibly focused on the detailed pattern on your hands. He flipped over your hands to look at the top. “The fate of the marriage rests on this moment.”

You snorted, “You just don’t want to admit that I’m the dominant one in the relationship.”

Damian tsked, “You wish.”

“Well,” you looked over at the clock, “you have five minutes before that superstition comes true. Better hurry up, bird boy.”

“There’s no need to rush me, I will find it before the night is over.”

You hummed in disbelief, a playful tone falling from your lips. The room fell to comfortable silence once more, the only sound was the soft breathing that landed onto the tips of your fingers.

His hands were so gentle as they touched yours, a faint warmth emitting from his own hands and transferring to yours. Even as he turned your hands this way and that, his fingertips traced along the design. The touch was feather-light, almost tickling the surface of your hand.

He never touched with much pressure. Even though the dye was a deep rich color, beautifully stained on your hands and wrists, he didn’t dare to wear it thin. Talia herself told you every tradition as she crafted the henna on your hand, happy to play such a significant role in her son's marriage—and welcoming you to the family? She was overjoyed to receive that call.

So when your henna turned into a darker tone overnight, you immediately knew the deep connection between you and Damian was gorgeously on display. The color signified more than just love and an unwavering bond, but it also represented your place beside your new family, and the love you will surely receive from them.

“You look beautiful with this on, Zawjati,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, as if the amber design had Damian mesmerized. The words fell from his lips absent-mindedly, a new term of endearment taking flight in an instant. The gesture meant more to him than he could ever explain, from the reconnection to understanding, all the way to acceptance, his heart was unbelievably full.

You glanced up at him, your eyes met the softened gaze of a man so deeply in love, the rest of the word slipped away. That gaze conveyed more to you than any poetic vow.

Your heart was equally as full. His simple wedding band was smooth against your fingers, the new shimmer of metal was vibrant against the tan of his skin. Your own traditions having melted into the wedding with the rings, a permanent symbol of the promise Damian made to you each and every day: to love and cherish you.

“That’s a new one,” you said, pushing past the breathless feeling in your lungs.

He rolled your fingers in his and sparks flew up your chest just like the first day you met him, even after all these years. He hummed in question, his eyes scanning the patterns with deep concentration.

“Zawjati,” you continued. “What does that one mean?”

Damian shifted slightly, not uncomfortably so, but as if his brain was mulling words around behind his eyes so his body swayed on instinct. “My wife.”

The smile that broke across your face happened in an instant, a full gleam of happiness filled your body that you couldn’t possibly contain. “Oh?” you teased, as if the words didn’t burrow themselves in your chest to create blossoming trees, “I’ve upgraded now.”

The corner of his lip ticked upwards so slightly you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t staring. There was a tint of your lipstick stained on his lips that you didn’t notice before. His fingers toyed with yours, they slipped in between yours with a ticklish touch.

“I’ve been wanting to call you that for years,” he said it so simply, like that profession didn’t take the air out of your lungs and make your heart flutter alongside it.

“Years?” you breathed out, stunned by his words. You knew his love for you was profound, but to be looking forward to spending the rest of his life with you for years? Your head whirled from the whiplash.

“Yes.” Just as simply as the words that came before. “My heart knew who it belonged to the second you entered my life. You were the only one who ever saw me for who I really was, not who I could become. You were the only one who made me look forward to living, not for the sake of saving lives to simply do it again the next day, but to keep coming home to you.”

“You make the future seem possible. You,” he breathed, “you make me want to be better, not because I have to, but because I truly want to. That is why I’ve always been more partial to the other translation of Zawjati.”

The word rolled off his tongue and your heart danced. “And what’s that?”

His thumb swiped across your pulse point where his name was imprinted on your skin in subtle cursive, easily blending into a vine. He gently brought the point to his lips.

“My better half.”

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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“who hurt you?”

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader.

￫ description: you disclose to bob about a previous relationship and bob makes it his mission for you to feel safe and loved again.

￫ word count: 1.9K.

￫ c/w: mentions of past abusive relationships, mentions of traumatic memories, mentions of sexual assault, vomiting, angst, swearing, kissing, beginnings of smut with bob, nipple touching and kissing, praise, fluffy and soft ending. bob is a big softie who wants to protect you.

￫ a/n: i’ve wanted to write this for some time now. it’s something that i hold dear to me and it’s helped me process and deal with my own trauma. a little form of therapy if you may!! i understand this topic is heavy, but i wanted to share this as it helped me and i hope it can help others. if i missed any content warnings, please let me know. if you want to talk about anything, my inbox and dm’s are always open and i’m always here to listen <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob Floyd was a patient man. In fact, he was the most patient man you had ever met. If the barista got his order wrong for the second time, he shook his head and wouldn’t accept their apology because it simply wasn’t their fault and he would be happy to wait for another. If he was walking behind an elderly couple in the supermarket, he would trail behind them and stop for as long as they did by the pasta options. If you dropped your favorite mug and you were sobbing in his arms, he would cradle you until your tears subsided and he’d offer to purchase a new mug, specially from him.

Therefore, he was patient with you when you couldn’t find the words to tell him who the guy was you saw crossing the street in front of you.

“Darlin’, you practically froze up. I could feel your heart pounding through my hand.”

“Please, Bobby. Please can we go home?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

During the first months of your relationship the sex with Bob came naturally and willfully. He was incredible. He was so fucking incredible and you craved his touch more and more. But one thing you couldn’t work out is if you craved his touch because it made little whimpers fall from your lips, or because you needed it for security.

However, the thick haze from your previous relationship was wearing off with each passing day. Feelings and emotions you had pushed deep down had the lid thrown off and they were slowing seeping out. Like a leaking tap getting looser and looser, and one day, it was inevitably going to burst.

Memories from the relationship started to come back and flood your mind. Horrible situations you had all but forgotten suddenly arose to the forefront and you caught yourself crying over the kitchen sink at night before Bob came home on multiple occasions.

Although you loved your dear Bobby and you trusted him with your heart and soul, physical sensations started to catch you off guard and your mind reversed back to your previous relationship. Bob ghosted his fingertips over your breasts, running his thumb and forefinger over your nipples and you instinctively brought your forearms over your breasts as to cover yourself. To protect yourself from harm.

You stood in the shower with Bob and he towered over you and gripped feverishly onto your shoulders. Bob pushed you against the wet shower tiles to press kisses all over your collarbones and breasts and you instinctively repeated the same protective motion as before. You ducked your head to cradle him upwards and kiss you instead. You wanted to guide Bob away from there, away from the area that you recognized only as painful.

You both came home from a date night. You were a bottle of wine down between the two of you and your messy make out ended with both of you falling onto the sofa in a heap with limbs tangling up in each other. Bob broke from the teeth clashing kiss to hurriedly remove his trousers as he knelt in between your spread thighs. He threw his trousers haphazardly behind your head, aiming for the end of the sofa however, his sturdy belt got caught in your hair and your head was whipped to the side.

The leaking tap had finally burst.

Your arms shot up to cover your breasts and you felt a bile pool deep in your stomach. You wanted to be sick. You’d never felt such nausea and quicker than you could catch your breath, you were craning your neck over the sofa and spewing up the bile.

Bob yelled your name in fear and scrambled from his position to hold back your hair that had already caught some of your sick. One of Bob’s hands cradled your head so you were able to vomit without anything getting caught in your throat.

The next moments were a blurred and slurred memory. Your shaking frame was lifted from the sofa and carried gently upstairs. Bob was careful not to knock any part of your body on the way up, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. You could feel the soft linen bedsheets underneath your legs, the same ones Bob changed fresh this morning. Your ears picked up the sound of Bob running the tap in your en-suite and then you felt the cold water drip down your throat, covering the burning acidity and cooling it.

And then you came to, as if you had woken up from a horrid and violent nightmare. You were pressed against Bob’s bare chest and it was warm. It was so warm. The skin on skin contact with Bob soothed you, like applying ointment to a cruel and nasty burn that was blistering harshly. His arms were locked around your torso and shoulders, holding you against him. There was a soothing rocking motion and his fingers were sporadically spread over your back, drawing lazy shapes. Occasionally you felt his fingers cut through your hair and graze over your temple.

You never told Bob about your previous relationship and you couldn’t face it right now. You couldn’t bare to disclose the gory details to someone as sweet and as soft as Bob. He didn’t deserve to hear those vile things. Perhaps you had rationalized in your head that it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be and you were just over reacting. That what you thought had happened, hadn’t, and you were never hurt in the first place. And lastly, you didn’t want to burden Bob with such minimal issues.

But your Bob, your dear and loving Bob could see straight through the wall of illusion you held up and he knew you were hurting.

Bob craned his head down to match your gaze, your eyelashes fluttering open as if you were blinking away the glassy look you’d held for the past thirty minutes.

“There you are, my love.”

“What happened?”

“You kinda just- just passed out. You were still conscious, but your whole body went limp. Vomited a bit too.”

Your eyes went wide and you swallowed at Bob’s startling words, recognizing the acidic taste that lined your throat. You stirred from Bob’s tight hold. You needed to get up and clean it.

“Hey, hey. Stay here, darlin’. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

Bob nuzzled his nose against your forehead as you came back to rest on his chest. He could feel your tight back muscles release underneath him as you relaxed against him. He removed one hand from your back to nimbly tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He kept his hand there and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over the rise of your supple cheek. You looked up at Bob and matched his safe blue eyes. Crystal clear blue eyes that would protect you until you took your final breath.

“Talk to me.” Bob murmured. His voice was an octave above a whisper and his Southern drawl peeked out.

“I- I don’t know where to start.”

“Tell me what you remember. I’ll always listen to you.”

Amongst Bob’s many traits that made him a good Navy pilot, good enough to fly for Top Gun, one of them was that he could people watch and read people notoriously well. That’s how he came to notice you for the first time in a coffee shop just outside of Fightertown. Bob sat in the corner ignoring his team mates conversations and zoned in on you instead, the sweetheart sat in the opposite corner to him.

Bob had a sixth sense for noticing little details that most people would miss, therefore he became incredibly attentive to watching you from day one. He watched your little quirks as you flipped through your book, occasionally annotating it, the way you sipped the same side of your coffee cup every time.

He watched you when you physically recoiled, your face contorting into a painful wince as you saw that stranger crossing the street in front of you a couple of months ago. Bob was a man of patience and he understood that he had to earn your trust, that right, that privilege for you to tell him.

“Who hurt you, sweetheart? Was it him?”

But Bobby already knew. He knew the bitter answer that caused a sickness to swirl like a horrid and devastating ocean storm in his stomach.

“Did he touch you? Did he fucking touch you?”

Bob’s voice didn’t get louder. How could he ever be angry at you. It wasn’t your fault. It never was.

Your lip wobbled, your chin quivering in turn and the glassy gaze of your eyes shattered as tears broke the corners of your eyes and streamed over your cheeks. You buried your face back into Bob’s shoulder, encompassing yourself in his radiating warmth and inhaling his familiar scent of peppermint and lavender. Bob returned to the soothing rocking motion as your body was wracked with shaking sobs in Bob’s arms.

“Shh, my love. It’s okay. You’re safe with me. I’ll never hurt you, ever, darlin’.”

You let out another shaky breath and scrunched up the soft blanket that was lying underneath you with your quivering hands. Bob had ensured the tone and environment was calm and safe for you tonight. There was a velvety soft blanket underneath your naked body, one that you could wrap around your arms or stomach when you felt vulnerable underneath Bob.

Candles were lit in your shared bedroom, emitting low lighting and smells that flooded your nostrils and relaxed you into your plush mattress. A playlist you both conjured up was playing quietly in the corner. Music you could draw your attention back to and focus on if you felt your mind start to drift back to memories more sinister. The duvet and pillows were covered in fresh linen that smelt like your sweet Bobby.

Bob carefully ghosted his fingertips over yours as they held tightly onto the blanket. He took your hands in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“Keep your eyes on me if you can, sweetheart. Remember, I’m going to tell you everything I’m doing. You can use your safe word at any time, even now if you wanted to.”

You gave him a small nod and Bob gave your hands another light squeeze.

“Words, my love. I need to know.”

It was part of your agreement. The agreement and conversation you had sometime after that night when you told Bob everything. You wanted to have sex with your Bobby again, more than anything, but you knew it would take some coaxing from yourself. So you both agreed on what you needed to feel safe again, to feel loved again. Communication and Bob hearing you say “yes” or “no” was part of it.

“Yes, baby. I hear you. Thank you.”

“Good girl.”

You could feel a small flurry of butterflies work through your stomach at Bob’s sweet praise. You’d missed him dearly and you were excited at the prospect of making love to him again.

Bob’s hands still held onto yours and you could feel his familiar warmth radiate through your own fingertips. Bob brought your hands up to his chest and placed your hands on his own chest. Bob hovered over you and you could feel his heartbeat thrumming away rhythmically underneath his rib cage.

You took a deep breath. You allowed your breathing to flow and match up to Bob’s.

Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. All you could feel was Bob’s steady and reassuring heartbeat and his comforting warmth.

You were home and you were safe.

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god-has-entered-my-body · 6 months

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You look so alive - M.H x Reader // pt4

A/N: Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me? Matty finally gets some. Almost. TW: Hard drugs, please take care of yourselves! Also very NSFW, minors dni. Ilysm @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff my one and only. I was concerningly high writing most of this, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes of any sort. Enjoy yourselves my loves❤️

wc: 5.5k

part five

June, 2008

Saturday morning, the sun is shining brightly through your curtains. The clock reads 8:32am. You’re awoken by a harsh knock on your window. Matty. You smile

Today is a particularly good day. It's your Birthday, your 18th, to be exact. You get up, and you can already hear the metaphorical birds chirping outside of your window. Slowly walking to your window, you're greeted by Matty grinning at you through the glass.

“There's my birthday girl,” he says, pulling you in for a hug. The ‘my’ makes your heart skip a beat, but you inevitably push the feeling down. ‘Not now’.

The hug lasts a few seconds too long as he buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath. Your hands trail down the expanse of his back, lingering around his waist. He releases you, climbing into the room.

You get dressed. A black dress, lace and frills adorning the edges. Matty is wearing his blue Barcelona shirt. He managed to get the stains out of it, you notice. His favorite pair of skinny jeans cling to his legs, even if just a bit looser.

Watching you do your makeup, he smiles at you endearingly. It had been two months since he hung up on you. You didn't talk about it, you never did. What was the point? It would just bring up more confusing feelings you weren't ready to deal with. Things were better the way they were, and they stayed like that. Until they didn't.

You finish rather quickly, turning to look at him. He knows that look.

“You got any on you?” you ask.

He nods, grinning as he reaches into the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a red cigarette case, opening it slowly as you sit down next to him. In it, were two pre rolled spliffs. Next to them, was the thing you were actually asking about. A baggie filled with white powder.

Ever since that night, you’d wanted to experience what you felt again. Over and over. Matty already knew a few good guys who had set decent prices. He started picking up for the both of you, always splitting the sum. You reached into your pocket to pull out the cash for your portion, but he pushed your hand away.

“It's your birthday, darling, I can't let you pay for anything, it wouldn't be right.” he winks at you. Darling. You nod, laying back onto the bed, watching him.

He searches your room for something to cut the lines with, settling on your Hollister members card. Grabbing your bio notebook, he shakes just enough of the substance onto the surface for both of you.

You snort yours first, moving out of the way to give Matty his go. The both of you stare at each other before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter, falling into each other's arms. You lay like that for a bit, before Matty gets up.

“C’mon, we’re taking you out for your birthday. The big one-eight!” he laughs, clearing off the surface. He rubs the remainder on your gums. The feel of his fingers in your mouth is strangely erotic, you involuntarily let out a soft moan. He looks at you funny, and you shake your head, brushing it off. He tucks the cigarette case back into his jeans.

You go through the front door this time, knowing your mother was at the office. On your 18th birthday, your own parent had decided work was more important. Fuck her, honestly. You don't lock the front door, knowing you wouldn’t be able to find your keys later.

The two of you take the short walk to the local corner shop, Adam, Ross, and George already standing there with… balloons?

A giant pink balloon floated over Hann’s head, and he grins at you as you walk towards him.

“For the birthday girl– a pretty pink balloon.” you can hear the other three boys sniggering behind your back. With a roll of your eyes, you take the balloon from him, holding it awkwardly.

The bell rings as you open the door to the shop, greeting Becca, the woman behind the counter, with a smile. She waves back, already turning around to grab a pack of your favourite fags for you. The two of you were friends, having met at a party a few years back. She sold you whatever you needed, ignoring the fact you were underage for years.

Her eyebrows raise as she notices the balloon. “It's my birthday today!” you say, louder than expected. She shook her head, immediately noticing something off. Placing the bottle of vodka on the counter, you hand her your I.D with a toothy grin, and she scans it.

“It's on the house, darling, but..” she trails off, leaning into you. You do the same, listening intently. “Lay off a bit, your pupils are fucking huge and its 10 in the morning” her words take you by surprise. Taking a look in the mirror of the shop bathroom, you confirm her statement.

Splashing some cold water onto your face, you shake off the feeling of dread. Today was a good day, nothing was going to ruin it. You take a pair of sunglasses out of your bag. They were pink with a black rim, complimenting your outfit.

You make your toward the exit, fags and vodka in hand, waving goodbye to Becca. She smiles at you, but it looks off. You ignore it, pushing the door open with your shoulder. Matty greets you with a smile, taking the bottle off you.

You look to your left to see George welding what looked like a Sainsburys shopping cart. Cocking an eyebrow, you walk toward him. George takes the balloon, tying it to the shopping cart before opening his mouth to speak.

“Go on, get in birthday girl,” you give him a skeptical look, before you feel hands gripping your waist. Flailing in the air, you realize Ross had picked you and was now placing you into the cart. Inside was a 6 pack of beer, and various food items.

You flip Ross off, cursing him out for basically throwing you into a metal shopping cart. The five of you spend the day like that, riding around. You cruise down highways, and at some point, Matty gets in with you. You're both pressed up against each other, legs intertwining.

A blue ferrari whizzes past you, honking aggressively. Neither of you was sober enough to care, throwing beer bottles after the car, narrowly missing it. Adam was paranoid that the driver was going to call the cops, but he was promptly ignored by the rest of you.

For some reason or another, you end up in a McDonald's parking lot. It's dirty and fairly empty, tire tracks marking up the pavement. George had paid for your food, and you were all munching away happily at your burgers. Matty was moaning into his chicken burger like it was heaven as a food item.

“Jesus mate, I'm not sure I want to hear your sex noises while trying to enjoy my food, tone it down, will you?” Ross says, pulling a face. Matty responds by letting out a loud groan, licking the sauce off of his fingers.

“You love my sex noises, don't lie. Remember that time I was shagging Ava in the loo at George's party and you were standing outside the whole time?” he says with a full mouth. Ross shakes his head, whispering quiet words of denial.

Matty shoots you a look, and you nod. “I need a piss,” you say, getting up. “Matty?”

He gets up, wiping his hands on Hann’s shirt, and he smacks him across the face. Matty just laughs, turning to leave with you.

“Why do you always go piss together? A bit weird, innit?” George comments, cocking an eyebrow. “We’re going for his hourly blowjob, George, didnt you know?” you joke, nudging Matty in the ribs. A collective “Ewww” sounds from the group as you leave.

The bathroom is a borderline health hazard, the sinks covered in a type of grime you can only describe as slimy. Matty swipes it off as best he could, taking the red cigarette case back out. He goes through the routine, cutting up two lines with that same Hollister card.

“D’you have any cash on you?” he asks, giving your frame a once over. You nod, taking out a tenner from your bra.

His eyes linger on you, and you feel naked, exposed. He knew. He knew why you had gone out that night. He knew about the dream, you were sure of it.

He chuckles as he sees where you’d been keeping the money before rolling it and handing it to you, ever the gentleman.

This line felt different, stronger. You assume he cut more than last time. Taking a sip from the sink, you fix your hair in the mirror, wiping under your nose. Matty does his line. He gathers the loose powder onto his middle and index fingers, his other hand cupping your face. Rubbing onto your gums, you can feel them start to go numb. He holds eye contact, as if he were waiting for something. He got what he wanted when you let out a soft groan, your eyes never leaving his.

His hand leaves your jaw, instead running through his air. He doesn't put the cigarette case away just yet, taking one of the zoots out. Handing it to you, you tuck it away in your pocket.

Making your way outside, you notice the streetlamps were already on. Was it that late already? The guys had already finished their food, wrappers littering the inside of the cart. They were standing next to each other, like they were waiting. You walk up to George, cheekily pulling out the joint from your pocket.

“Sweet! But before that, we have something for you,” you look confused. Adam then takes his hands from behind his back, revealing a square velvet box. You take it, glancing at Matty. He nods, signaling at you to open it.

Inside is a silver necklace, in the shape of a star. Not any star though, it was the same shape as the tattoo you had on your hip. Before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes, dripping down onto the metal.

“Fuck you– did you really?” you ask, your vision blurry. They all nod, taking a step closer, giving you a half-awkward group hug. Matty stroked your hair, taking the necklace out of its box. His fingers are like electricity against your skin as he moves your hair out of the way, undoing the clasp of the necklace.

“Thank you so much– fuck i’m crying,” your hand wipes at your face, taking some of your mascara with it. “God, I'm so pathetic.” Your heart filled with love for your friends, and you gave them each an individual hug. Ross lets out a deep chuckle, wiping more of your tears. Fucking hell.

Mattys hug is long, once again burying his face into your hair. He squeezes you, his hands resting on your waist when he pulls away. You fight the urge to kiss him. No, not now.

Forcing yourself to get your shit together, you walk toward the giant, half-drank bottle of vodka, taking a swig.

You hear the others talking amongst themselves, with Ross raving on about the latest Macclesfield town game and how much they sucked.

“They played like the ball had been invented 15 minutes before they were set to play,” he scoffed, finishing his beer, smashing the bottle on the floor, the shards scattering around him. No one knew why he did that, he just did.

Matty was stood next to you, his shoulder pressed against yours, headphone wires between you. The sun was starting to set, the purple light making Matty look ethereal. You really, really wanted to kiss him. But you don't, instead opting to pick at your freshly manicured nails.

The two of you sat there, next to each other, neither daring to move.

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“You have to sanitize everything so you dont cause some sort of gnarly infection, yeah?” Rome explained, wiping down the needle with a disinfectant wipe. You watched intently, making a mental note.

He had agreed to teach you how to pierce people when you vaguely mentioned having an interest in it. Rome wasn't the best, but he had done your bellybutton pretty well, so why not?

The needle looked intimidating, your hands shaking slightly as you gripped the base. He was letting you pierce his ear for practice, on the condition you promise you won't completely fuck it up.

The jewelry he had picked was a silver cross with red details that shimmered when you held it to the light. You had commented on it, and he mentioned he had some similar jewelry for your type of piercing. Humming in response, you thanked him as he gave it to you, even going so far as to switch it out.

Rome was calm, trusting you fully. “Just slowly push it in, and thread the jewelry through the top part. After that, just pull it through. It's simple really, just don't fuck up.” he shoots you a grin, and you laugh at him sarcastically.

With laser focus, you pierce the needle through the marked skin in one go, ignoring his pained hiss. The jewelry went in without a hitch, and Rome got up to admire your work.

“S’not bad for your first time,” he said with a wink, and you roll your eyes, thanking him for letting you do this.

You say goodbye, giving him a peck on the cheek, slamming the front door shut.

Matty had called you earlier, asking if you wanted to come over to his. His parents were gone, and he had the house to himself.

Your bag clinked as you slung it over your shoulder, walking the short distance to his house. The setting sun shone into your eyes, and you take out those same sunglasses you had worn on your birthday.

Knocking on the door, it's not long before Matty answer. He's wearing a dark green zip up, black sweatpants hanging low on his waist. The skin of his chest peaks out from underneath the thick material. You swallow, hard.

He lets you in, and you make your way to the wine fridge (yes, wine fridge), pulling out an unopened bottle of Merlot. He takes two fresh glasses out of the cupboard, and you pour a healthy amount into them.

You and Matty spent most of your time getting hammered and talking nonsense and watching nonsense TV. Nothing seemed to make sense around him. Your heart was beating against your ribcage as if it was trying to break out of your chest. You sit down, laying your head down onto his chest.

The telly was turned up, some cartoons playing. You just couldn't focus on anything. You nudge Mattys hip, giving him a look and he knew. Getting off him, you sit down onto the floor next to the posh crystal coffee table. He came back, holding a baggie filled with more blow than you had ever seen in your life.

“Where'd you even get that much? Christ Matty, that's like 400 quid worth of the stuff in one bag.” he smiles at you.

“My parents are rich, remember? 400 quid is a dinner date for them.”

You can't help but grin, scooting closer to the table. He cuts two lines for both of you, and you do yours straight off the table, not even caring.

The two of you return to your previous position on the sofa, with you pressed up against his chest. You've abandoned the glasses, decided to just drink from the bottle. Who was watching?

His heart was beating in his chest, you could hear it. Your hands wander to his waist, pulling him close.

He loses a hand in your hair, scratching your scalp in the way he knew you liked. Your breathing is shallow, you feel lightheaded, all because of fucking Matty. You attempt to convince yourself there is nothing there, spending endless nights pondering, trying your hardest to get him out of your head.

His hand moves down to your jaw, playing with your earrings. His skin feels hot. You feel hot.

Matty turns your head, angling it toward him. You were looking at each other now. The look in his eye indiscernible as they darted all over your face, landing on your lips. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and he sucked in a deep breath before connecting his wet lips with yours.

Gripping the back of your neck, he maneuvers you on top of him. Both of your legs were on either side of his, straddling him. He moaned into the kiss, tilting his head slightly to the left.

You take over the kiss, biting down onto his lower lip, hard. He's breathless, gasping for air as he pulls away. You stare at each other, out of breath and sweating.

“What are yo-,” you start,

“Shut up, just– be quiet.”

He pulls you back in, your lips crashing against his. His hand travels down to cup your chest through your shirt, tweaking your nipple. He groans, the noise turning into a high-pitched moan as you dig your nails into his scalp.

“You like that?” you ask, giving his hair a tug. The whimper that comes out of his mouth is all the confirmation you need.

You stop again, and your eyes meet his. His chest moves up and down in rapid succession, and you can feel his heart beat even quicker.

“I don't- just please– fuck, don't stop.” he pleads with you, his hand trailing down your lower back. The look on his face is delicious. He's begging. A bead of sweat runs down his face, disappearing into his hair.

Your lips connect with his neck, biting down into his skin. The noises that escape him can only be described as pornographic, his voice reverberating through the room, the high ceilings amplifying them.

Continuing your attack on his throat, you listen to the sounds he lets out, drinking them in. It was music to your ears, hearing him like that. Because of you.

Matty presses a hand to your chest, making you stop.

“Maybe we shouldn't- I mean, wouldn't it be weird?”

You nod in agreement, sitting up on top of him. It would be weird around the others. You try to seem unbothered, it's not like you felt anything for him. Of course you loved him, as a best mate, and all of this had been a horrible mistake.

A nervous laugh leaves his lips, morphing into a genuine one. “Can you imagine? Us? Hann’d lose his mind.” you crack a smile, imagining Adam's reaction to your current position.

You slowly get off of him, turning your attention to the abandoned bottle of wine laying on the table. Picking it up, you gulp the rest down, wiping your mouth clean. Clean of Matty. You know it's wrong to want him like this, to want to feel his skin against yours. You ignore every primal instinct telling you to get back on him, to kiss him again, instead, you make yourself comfortable on the floor.

He turns the telly up, switching to a news channel instead. You didn't dare look at him, afraid of what you’d see. You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Y’know, just because we stopped.. doesn't mean you can't like, lay on me and stuff.” he gestures to himself before patting the space next to him.

“Lots of people would pay good money to be able to touch me, so you better make the most of it,” a grin spreads onto his face as you get up.

You lay back down, settling into him completely. This is fine. This is totally fucking fine. Sucking in a deep breath, you turn your attention to the TV in front of you, losing yourself in the colors.

His hand searches for yours, intertwining your fingers with one another. What was he doing? A million thoughts run through your mind. One thing was clear, you definitely needed another drink.

Time passed, becoming more and more irrelevant as the hours ticked by. The two of you had moved to his bed, lying next to each other. Bon Jovi’s ‘Vienna’ played softly through your headphones, his voice piercing your thoughts. Despite what he might tell other people, Matty loved Bon Jovi. He would rave on about his music for hours, and you would listen to every word, a familiar warmth spreading through you. Adoration.

Matty had already fallen asleep, softly snoring into the pillow. You turned off the music, slowly taking out the headphone from his ear. He stirred for a second, muttering something in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.

You look at him, hair falling over his face in loose curls. The soft sound of his breathing filled the air, acting as a sort of white noise for you. You lay down facing him, and stroke his face lightly. He was beautiful like this, peaceful.

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Morning came slowly, the sun gradually peaking through the blinds as it came up. Matty woke up before you, getting ready quietly before shaking you awake. You borrowed some of his clothes, pulling on a black and yellow striped shirt over a pair of his jean shorts. He opted for just layering a black tank top underneath the outfit he already had on.

The walk to the bus stop was quiet, the sound of chirping birds filling your ears. It was a Monday morning, so both of you were sober and ready to learn (ugh). Once again walking arm in arm, you had gotten to the stop earlier than intended, sitting down on the metal bench.

Neither of you spoke about the previous night. It was better that way. Matty got out a pack of cigarettes, pulling out two. One for you, one for him. He lights yours.

You spot the bus, throwing your half smoked cigarette to the ground, and he does the same. He leads you to the front of the bus, giving you the window seat. Matty loved the window seat.

His head is once again in your lap, acting like the past 12 hours simply hadn't happened. You were content with that, softly stroking his hair, curling and uncurling it with your grown out nails. “Let's skip last lesson,” he suggests “George is at his nans anyway. What's the point?” you nod in agreement, leaning your head against the glass.

Neither of you had bothered bringing anything today, both your bags only filled with lighters, makeup, and maybe the occasional notepad. The halls are unusually empty for this time of day, but you just brush it off. You and Matty trudge to the classroom, flinging open the door to be met with a very angry looking Mrs. Sexton

She has a go at you, yelling about how it's ‘incredibly disrespectful’ to come 15 minutes late to her class again. You offer her a shrug, sitting down at your usual table. Matty is quiet today, hungover and way too sober to say anything to the insults being strewn at him from a few tables back. The group of boys won't let up, chatting shit the entire lesson. You ignore them.

Class ends, and you’re walking down the halfway arm in arm, talking about how much Mrs. Sexton fucked you off.

“Look at him, fucking fairy, isnt he? Even his little girlfriend wont snog him. Disgusting,” They spit at you, laughing in their little group. The comment made about you makes Matty turn around.

“D’you know why i'm not snogging her, mh?” he stares daggers into the guy whoever dared to utter a word at you, running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been too busy fending off your girl, talking ‘bout ‘oh please make me cum Matty, my boyfriend never touches me right-” A punch to the gut punctuates his sentence, making him fall to the ground.

Matty doesn't stay down too long, getting up and throwing himself at the bloke who hit him, tackling him. He starts hitting him properly, throwing punches at his head. In turns, the guy smacks him across the face, making Matty roll off of him.

Eventually, the guys' mates pull them apart, spitting more insults at Matty and you. Matty spits on the ground infront if him, giving him a wink. The two of you then book it down the hallway to the nearest loo, locking yourselves in.

The moment you both look at each other, laughter fills the space. “You're mental, you know that?” you say through giggles, wiping the tears from your eyes. “He could've actually hurt you!- Fuck, your eye.” you see a gash underneath his left eye, it was bleeding.

Grabbing as much toilet roll as you could, you hold it to the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. “Oh, bugger off, it's nothing.” he says, wincing as you press down harder. “Don't even try to do your ‘oh i'm so masculine’ schtick with me, I swear to god.” your hand holds his head, making it easier for you to press the paper against his cheek.

Thats when you realise how fucking close your face is to his. He’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, and you're on your knees, of all places. Last night was really, truly, messing with your mind. His leg twitches slightly, eyes peering down at you. You can see him take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks as you look up at him. Silence fills the room, the only sound being your knees shuffling against the tile. His legs spread slightly, allowing you to scoot toward him. This is so fucked up.

“Can I kiss you?” his voice comes out meek and non-committal, eyes avoiding yours.

“Only if you look at me, Matty.” you answer, straightening your knees, making yourself taller.

He forces himself to meet your gaze, pulling his lip in between his teeth. You nod, bringing your face to his, but not letting your lips touch. That was his choice.

His eyes bore into yours, as if he was trying to peer into your soul. He probably was.

“You're so beautiful,” he says, sounding confident, sure. He closes the gap between you, his hand grabbing at the base of your neck. You moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. The blush that was previously confined to just your face spreads all over your body, making you feel as if you were on fire. Matty lit your skin on fire.

Then, he did something you didn't expect. He got up, taking you with him. With a force you didn't think he had, he pushed you up against the wall. Your mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. His whimpers fill the bathroom stall as you rake your nails down his back, digging them into it.

You gasp when he brings a knee up between your thighs, pushing up further. Breathless, you pull away, gasping for air. His hand traces up and down your jawline, nails scratching the skin. He places a peck onto your cheek, then your chin, making his way down your neck. You have no choice but to moan whenever his lips make contact with your skin, silently begging for more.

The bathroom door slams open, a group of girls piling in. Matty slaps a hand over your mouth, stifling your noises before anyone could hear. They start talking, and all you could do was focus on trying to not make a sound as Mattys knee moved up even higher. You look at him, panic in your eyes. You desperately didn't want to get caught.

He listens to your silent pleas, lowering his knee from its position. His mouth catches your lips in another kiss. The two of you stay like that until the girls decide to clear out, closing the door behind them. He tastes like cigarette smoke, then again, so do you. He interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing them up against the door. His tongue dances with yours, and you feel sparks of electricity travel up your spine.

He moans your name, your hand gripping at the roots of his hair, pulling tightly. He seemed to respond most when you did that. He responded to pain. Your nails digging into his back, your teeth biting his lip. Everything suddenly made sense, especially the time you had cut his hair. Those sounds he had disguised as coughs weren't cries of pain, but of pleasure.

You file away that information for another time, if there would even be another time. “Let's get you home,” you say, pressing a hand to his chest. His expression caused you physical pain, looking down at you like a kicked puppy.

You didn't want to want him like this, but your body and mind had apparently made a different decision. You lead him out of the stall, out of the bathroom and down the hall, making your way to the parking lot. The air was thick, but somehow still comfortable. You could feel his eyes on you for most of the walk to his house. For the first time since you had met, you were the one walking him home.

Hugging him at the door to his house, he leaned in to kiss you. You let him, his hands gripping your waist like it truly was his anchor to reality. This goodbye felt different, it felt hard.

// Matty //

Picture a scene: A darkened room, the only light coming from cracks in the curtains. The sheets are cold against his skin, giving him a sense of comfort.

His hands trace down his chest, grazing the skin lightly. He repeats the movement, sighing as his fingers linger over his nipples. The room is warm, or maybe that's just him. Regardless, he takes off his shirt, throwing it into a corner somewhere in his room.

He thinks about the kiss. The way your bodies moved against each other as if it were second nature. It felt right. Your lips against his, moans leaving his mouth involuntarily. He broke the kiss first, not wanting to go too far. He so desperately wanted to.

He couldn't hold back in the bathroom, with you looking up at him like that, eyes full of worry for his well being. He had fought for you, trying to defend your honor like some sort of disney prince. It did work, but he didn't like to fight. It wasn't who he was as a person. It wasn't who Matty was around you.

He palmed himself through his boxers, a groan tearing itself from his throat. He imagined it was your hand instead of his, the mental image of you with him, in this position, made all the blood in his head rush to his cock. The pressure was almost too much. Almost.

He imagined you above him again, your eyes never leaving him, always looking at him. His body yearned for your attention, for your touch. The shuffling of his boxers down his thighs is incredibly loud in the near silent room, the bed creaking beneath him.

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, the tip leaking precum. Tugging at himself, he closes his eyes, picturing you. The way your neck cranes to look at him when he's laying on top of you. The way your lips wrap around the opening of a wine bottle, the liquid sloshing down your throat. The way you kissed him, taking complete control of the action. Taking complete control of him.

He can feel himself getting close, teetering on the edge. His noises get louder, echoing through the room. Attempting to muffle himself, he shoves his head into his pillow, biting down. It's useless, he starts helplessly rutting into the mattress, begging for release. He imagines your voice, telling him to ask you for permission.

“P-please– fuckkk,” he stutters out.

No one can hear him, he knows that well enough. He just can't stop himself. He comes, hard, spilling into his hand.

He lays there, sweating, panting. The only thought in his clouded mind: You.

#matty finally gets some #kinda #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #drive like i do #matty healy x y/n

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hearts4robs · 11 months

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Hiya there!

How are you doing? I see your tumblr is pretty recent, so welcome if you weren't already an user before!

Can I request a Wally West x Gender neutral!reader? Preferably something fluffy/domestic? It isn't very specific, I just want to spread the love of ginger trackstar if you're willing to write about him ♡

Take care! Have a beautiful week :) 🍄

𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲🏁

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Fandom. DC

Pairing. Wallace(Wally) West x gn!reader

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊

Word count. 899

Warnings. Light cursing, mention and use of guns (nerf guns, lol)

Req. This we requested by this lovely anon🫶

Summary. Wally always found grocery shopping relaxing. You knew exactly what to do but somehow, the two of you would still end up side tracked.

Notes. Honestly, I don’t know too much about Wally’s personality. I desperately hope I got it somewhat right, and if not, delusion will win😻I’m still quite new to the DC universe and it’s fandom so my apologies. And thank you sm for sending in a request, I absolutely love it🫶🫶 thank you, you wonderful individual and you have a very wonderful week as well <3!!

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Wally and you were like best friends. Best friends and lovers all at once, and Wally couldn’t be happier with that.

“Which one?” You ask Wally, turning to face his 6’0” form. Wally looks at you, his red hair still damp from the previous shower he had allowed himself to take before the two of you had to go shopping. You were holding two different body washes, one on each hand.

Wally thinks for a second before grabbing the one he prefers and slipping it into your cart. He lays a hand on your lower back, slipping his cold hand up beneath your shirt. I shriek quietly, arching your back away from him as you give your cart an extra push to escape his cold hand.

“Babe! I’m not your personal radiator!” You complain, a slight whine to your tone as you send Wally a glare. Wally laughs out loud as he lets his hand grab onto your side, squeezing your flesh slightly before retrieving his hand. “You’re not?” Wally asked with a wide, playful smile on his pale face. There was a teasing flush on his cheeks, and his nose scrunched up in a smile.

You grumble, pushing the cart down the aisle of the semi-quiet grocery store. Wally follows, admiring the way your back and shoulder muscles move beneath your shirt.

“Keep your cold hands to yourself.” You grumble, taking a right turn down a new aisle and opening your phone. “Oh, but what’s the fun in that [your name]?” He asks, jutting his bottom lip out as you take a pause, pulling your cart to the side so you’re not in the way. You roll your eyes, allowing Wally to wrap an arm around your waist as you find your shopping list. You check off another few things before you look up, only to be met with Wally’s grinning face.

“What are you grinning at?” You ask, frowning in slight confusion as you turn off your phone. Wally shrugged his shoulders before nudging his head to the side of yours, pressing a simple peck at your temple. “Nothin’.” He mutters, smiling, as he continues the shopping.

As the minutes pass, you find yourself in the ‘everything’s on sale; we actually don’t really want it anymore’ aisle. The aisle was filled with useless junk, kids toys, food that was 3 hours from expiring, clothes that no one would ever wear, and food you'd never heard of.

Wally was having a blast, of course. He had found a nerf gun, happily showing it off to you.

“A nerf gun fight would be fun, wouldn’t it? Looser cooks dinner?” He cocks his brow at you, a playful grin on his face. You scoff, one hand around the handle of the cart and the other picking up one of the blue, bright orange, and white plastic guns. You, as much as the idea intrigued you, raised a brow slightly, your facial expression almost disappointing and questioning as you looked at him.

He sighs, his smile faltering slightly. “Please? It’ll be fun, I promise!” Wally tries, still holding the plastic gun as he walks to you, leaning his elbows on the opposite end of the cart. I sigh, rolling your eyes as you slip the gun in your hands into the cart.

“No speedster tricks; I’ll disqualify you.” You say sternly, a small playful smile on your lips as Wally practically jumps with joy, shoving his own nerf gun of choice into the cart.

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Why has nobody told you how exhausting it is to play with nerf-guns? Sure, you’ve played your fair share but not to the point where couches has been flipped, kitchen cabinets opened and lights dimmed.

“Where the hell are you?" You mutter to yourself, army crawling your way underneath a coffee table. It was, and don’t tell anyone, scaring you shitless. As soon as you’re out of the cover of the table, you feel multiple rubber bullets hit your shoulder blades. You squeal, immediately turning around on your back and looking up as Wally laughs.

He was on top of the fucking bookcase.

“You mother-fucker-“ You grunt as Wally gets down, tackling you, planting his strong build on top of yours. You let your arms rise above your head in defeat, laughing as Wally sits up, straddling your waist and pointing his gun at your chest.

“You’ve been caught on military ground! Drop your weapon!!” He almost yells, unable to wipe his own grin from his face.

“Alright, Alright! I admit defeat; dinners on me!”

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You feel Wally’s arm wrap around your waist, kisses pressing to your shoulder as he inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of the food in the pan in front of you.

“Smells amazing.” He murmurs, pressing another endearing kiss on your shoulder. "Smells like victory.” He grins, your eyes rolling as you give him a weak elbow in the ribs.

“Piss off, Wally!”

#I have no idea if I got this man’s personality right #😻#dc #flash #wally west #wally west x reader #Wally west x reader fluff #sfw #fluff #soft #Wally west fluff #wallace west #what do you even write down here atp

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nogenderbee · 1 year

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Hi! I don't know if you still do fluff alphabet, but if you still can you please write C, J, K, and W for reo, bachira, and chigiri??🥺

Hello! Of course! Sorry if it's a bit ooc (I had too long break form writing and Blue Lock I think-)... But I still hope it's alright and that you'll somehow like it!

Bachira, Chigiri, Reo C, J, K, W fluff alphabet

TagList: @miya-akane

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Bachira is actually pretty clingy! He initiates simple hugs almost all the time so cuddles happen at least once per day among you two.

Despite that, he usually leaves cuddles when you two are alone or in less crowded place. But if you happen to be a bit grumpy, he'll cling onto your side as if his life depends on it.

His cuddles are never short too... he always stays cuddled into you for at least two hours! And if you two cuddle evening or later, be prepared that he may not let go of you at all.

"One more minute! It's not like it's gonna kill you... surely you can cuddle your boyfriend for a bit longer!"

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Bachira gets jealous surprisingly easily. It's enough for some boy to compliment you and he's already having second thoughts...

But he doesn't really show his concerns by being aggressive, sad or so. First change in his behavior is him trying to get your attention more often than usually. He'll use smallest excuse just to get your attention off someone who's trying to hit on you and moce it onto him.

If that doesn't work, he might just wrap his arms around your waist or neck and hold you so close you may not even be able to breath at some point...

"Y/N! Catch! Oh c'mon! I know your reaction is faster! Let's move on, so I can finally show you those tricks I promised."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Bachira kisses are always messy but full of love at the same time. He's usually quick with kissing you, trying to catch you by surprise.

He initiates them rather often but like mentioned above, he likes to choose most unexpected moments to see your surprised expression!

But he has his loving kisses as well! They usually happen when he's tired or when you two are just snuggled into each other. Then he'll place soft yet a bit quick kiss on your lips. Those type of kisses are extremely rare with him but that what makes them special! And you always know that he does it to show you how much he loves you.

"Look at you! It's so cute how surprised you get, even after so much time!"

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Bachira's explanation for approaching this topic is that 'his monster was thinking...' or so. But he only mentions it when you ask when it came from, he'll actually be really blunt about it.

But besides that, as unique as he can be sometimes, he'd like for his wedding to be classic! Most likely he'd prefer for it to be somewhere outside tho... But he'll make sure to add some interesting games to make this wedding a bit more memorable for not only you but also the guests there!

"And then... we can play classic game of chairs, but the looser gets splashes with water! Think how memorable it'd be!"

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Chigiri doesn't initiate cuddles often but when he does, they're always happening in private. They're like his way of telling you to take a break and that he's there to help you with whatever you're carrying on your shoulders currently.

He usually let's you have your head on his chest or shoulder, depending on your height difference, as he rubs your back in comforting circles. His point is for you to take a break and relax yourself. But if you happen to fall asleep on him, he won't complain! It's a cute act and you're taking a break anyway.

He doesn't really have comfortable time... sometimes your cuddles last 10 minutes and sometimes they last even more than 6 hours. It mostly depends if you fall asleep or not but also on the time you lastly cuddled and how needy he feels that day. If you don't fall asleep, it usually doesn't get above half an hour.

"Here, rest your head on my shoulder. I promise to keep you safe so just take the rest you deserve, please."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Chigiri doesn't show how easily bothered he gets. He's being caucious when a boy comes up to you to ask for directions but won't show it and will smile whenever you look at him.

But he won't accept when someone is clearly hitting on you in front of him. He'll do his best to stop the chat as soon as possible and get you away from whoever came up to you. But he won't use excuse or anything like that, he just says it's time to leave.

After that situation, he usually goes back to his usual self but he may try to hold your hand a bit more often for an hour or so.

"Let's go, love. I think it's time for us to move on finally."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Chigiri's kisses are a bit similiar to his cuddles, both are affectionate and special. These are also happening usually in private but there's a chance for him to give tou a small kiss on hand or on cheek if you either were apart for quite some time or if one of you achieved something they're proud of.

But let's focus on kisses in private! He likes to take his time, making them slow and passionate to show how much love for you he has.

He's also the type to hold your chin gently or caress your cheek when you're kissing just to show some additional affection!

"Great job. I promise to make this kiss a bit more proper next time we're in private."

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Chigiri would want his wedding to be a classic one, he doesn't really look for any ways to make it unique. He thinks memories can make it unique by themselves and he's absolutely sure it'll happen when he has you on his side.

But if you have some spectacular ideas, he can't really say no to them! He won't force you to have classic wedding at the church, that is his preference but he'll listen to whatever you have in mind and either go with your version or compromise!

"I don't feel the need to make it spectacular. You'll already have all eyes on you when you wear wedding dress or suit, I'm sure of it."

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Reo's cuddles are usually either comfy or really close, depending how the two of you feel. If it's normal day, he'll rest his arms on your back and relax after long day. But if one feels a bit clingy, you most likely don't have free space between each other. You can literally feel warmth of your bodies but it's still really comforting!

Comfy hugs happen at least every day! They occure not only in private but also in public sometimes. Although close hugs are ones that are only shared in private since those are special to him, so they are also more rare. Like said before, it depends of your mood but usually it's at least once or twice a week.

As for how long... his comfort time is around 2-3 hours. If it goes beyond, he might just get a bit tired and he doesn't really want to fall asleep on you. But if it's really short, he'll feel like he didn't got enough of that but won't force you to anything either.

"How about we cuddle? I admit, I was waiting for this for the whole day. It was rather stressful one..."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Surprisingly Reo isn't much of a jealous type. He's more clingy but not actually much jealous. Of course, he can feel like that but he has a lot of trust towards you so you'd have to break it to make him feel so. But that'd require for you to flirt back or return the other persons pickup lines in any way which would not only make him jealous but also break his heart and that's something you wouldn't want... or do you-?

But if you're just oblivious and accidentally returned the flirting, it's other story. He knows you and he knows you didn't meant it but fear of loosing you begins to grow either way.

He's quick to end the conversation with excuse like "you need to go somewhere or you'll be late" and he talks with you about it when you have some more privacy. He won't get mad at you for that but will be more likely a bit down for some time.

"Did you not notice their flirting? They clearly thought you must return their feelings... but... you love me, right?"

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Reo's kisses are always soft, sweet and slow. He always puts all his love he has for you in one kiss which makes them usually be slightly longer than you could expect, but that makes them even more sweet!

As for how often he initiates them... they're often but he has limit per day. He doesn't want to be a bit too much for you but he also wants you to remember he loves you in every time of day. But he'll initiate kisses more often and longer in private rather than in public.

"I want to make sure you won't forget how much I actually love you and care for you."

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Reo definitely wants your wedding to be unforgettable and the price doesn't really matter to him. He definitely won't have problems with giving you money for dress or anything, as long as you're happy with your choice! Of course he makes himself look handsome too!

But he'll try going for a mostly white aesthetic with the wedding room. He probably wants to throw a big party but only among family and close friends! But if you want something more calmer and even more bigger... he'll definitely try satisfying both of you!

"I already thought of few friends I could invite... I know we have a lot of time but I'm just really curious to see you in a wedding dress..."

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rinnelovebot · 2 years

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May I have Mayoi Mika n Himeru kiss kiss hcs please and thank you

A/N: I have a looot to say about this. First of all, Jesus fucking Christ I love these boys with my entire heart and soul. Second of all, this request broke my rules. However, because of favoritism, I chose to change it to fit my rules and wrote it anyway. It was really hard picking which two to write since I love all three of them, but my alkakurei bias always seems to win in the end…

*ೃ༄ Kissing Mayoi Ayase and Himeru

⤷ Mayoi’s kisses are slow and cautious, always so full of breathless whimpers and sighs. He’s afraid of moving too fast or disgusting you, and he silently prays that you don’t find him to be too desperate for his own good. But if you look deeper within, his kisses are terribly loving. They’re soaked in all of his love for you, and he can’t help but gently pull you closer, whispering his countless affections against your lips — he loves you so much, and he just can’t hold it in when he gets to feel your lips pressed against his. His lips are soft, a bit cold, and oh-so inviting.

⤷ Initiating kisses isn’t exactly his strong suit. 99% of the time, he’ll wait for you to lean in, and only then will he allow himself the pleasure of kissing you. Something about it is so shameful, and though he knows he’s being irrational, he subconsciously worries that you’ll get weirded out by his kisses. Though, he loves to give you gentle kisses when you fall asleep by his side. The man presses his lips to whatever part of your skin that they happen to land on, lingering for longer than usual and whispering sweet nothings into your sleeping ears. Watching over you like this brings him a sense of calm, and he allows himself to be just a bit looser with his kisses than usual. With another loving kiss to your shut eyelids, Mayoi hoped that his kisses would allow for sweet dreams.

⤷ He absolutely adores hand kisses, especially giving them. They’re a bit less flustering than lip kisses, so he can give them to you without shame whenever he wants. Mayoi loves every single part of you, and your hands aren’t exempt from that fact. He holds them so gently in his own, lifting them to meet his mouth in a lingering kiss, softly blowing his warm breath into your palms in an effort to keep you warm. He worships your hands with his lips, and swoons over how fragile they feel within his own — it’s safe to say that he seems to be off in his own little world during these times, and who were you to interrupt?

⤷ Kisses are something that Mayoi craves, even if he’s typically too nervous to indulge himself. He catches himself delightfully pondering the feeling of your lips against his in his off time, a warm grin on his face, and soft giggles erupting from deep within his chest. He was well aware that to an outsider, he definitely looked like a maniacal freak. But when he was so blissfully caught up in his thoughts of whisking you off to somewhere with only just the two of you, and gently taking your chin between his fingers, sealing the deal as you both leaned in… He really couldn’t care any less about how he looked to others.

⤷ In all, his kisses are enchanting, if not a bit skittish. Though, his love for kissing you often wins against his shyness towards affection, and when it does — it’s wonderful. He kisses you with the most gentlemanly, gentlest fervor he can muster, tilting his head to the side in order to deepen your lips’ embrace with his own. To kiss you is a gift, and to be with you is a blessing, Mayoi had always thought, but never more than he had thought it when his lips met yours for the very first time.

⤷ Himeru’s kisses are so gentle, so sweet — enough to melt your mind, and fill you with thoughts of only him for the rest of eternity. You just can’t help but sigh against his mouth, and you try your hardest to rid yourself of the mind-fog that follows soon after, but you can’t. Every time his lips meet yours, it’s like his name is chanted like a sacred mantra within your mind — it’s always Himeru, Himeru, Himeru. Even more than that, you can never get enough of him, and you chase after his lips after every parting. He’s well aware of his almost dramatic effect on you, how he occupies your mind almost dreadfully often, and it never fails to makes his heart sing.

⤷ His kisses are full of meaning, with each and every kiss saying “I love you”, “I need you”, and “I’m yours”. Himeru has never been a particularly needy or clingy man, but he can’t help but let his lips linger upon your own for as long as you’ll let him. Kissing is the perfect union between two lovers — and no one understands that more than Himeru does. Your lips are absolutely lovely, blissful — whimsical, he may even suggest. You’re just so perfect, he just has to kiss you whenever he gets the urge. Not that you mind, though. Luckily for him, you enjoy kissing him just as much as he enjoys kissing you.

⤷ Forehead kisses are something that Himeru is particularly fond of — aside from your lips, of course. They’re usually given as a form of reassurance, as if trying to silently communicate: “Don’t worry, my love”. He smiles at you so tenderly afterwards, topaz colored eyes shining brilliantly into your own. It grants you peace of mind, after all, how could you ever worry about anything with your boyfriend standing here, kissing your head so gently? Though, that isn’t to say that he doesn’t give them to you casually as well. They hold many separate meanings, but above all else, they mean all of his love for you.

⤷ Himeru never rushes his kisses. Simple and mundane pecks could never display even nearly as much as he wants them to, which is why he prefers deep kisses above all else. Pecks are reserved for when time is running annoying short, such as if he’s in a particular rush to work — and then only. Kissing you deeply is intimate, oh-so loving, and he could get lovedrunk on the way your lips press so desperately upon his. He had never been one to enjoy such romance, at least deeper than at surface-level. But now, he couldn’t imagine life without your frequent kisses.

⤷ He’ll just never get enough of you. Himeru can’t stand to be without your kisses for long, and seemingly, neither can you. To be so deeply in love with someone like you… It’s better and more fulfilling than Himeru could have ever imagined. Some days it truly does feel like his lips are magnetized to yours, unable to keep his mouth away from you for too long. Kisses hold such significant meaning to Himeru, and you’d never dream of depriving him of something so important. After all, you’re just as whipped for his kisses as he is for yours, and Himeru couldn’t possibly be more content with that.

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writingsofwesteros · 2 years

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Can you please write something about Daemon having a child he didn't know about with a woman he met during the war with the Crabfeeder and he finds out about it a few years later, pls make it with a happy ending I can't take heartbreak rn <3

AN: Hi, I hope you like it. I only realised half way through you would of rather the reader be the woman and not the child. I’m an idiot :(

“I am glad you are back, brother.” Viserys wrapped him into an embrace as they shared wine and food. It had been only a few months since Daemon had been on his travels with Caraxes; five years since the war with the Crabfeeder. He was planning on staying home for a while now anyway.

He thought it was best to make amends with his brother. If only for now. He kept those thoughts to himself. “You did well on the stepstones, brother.” Viserys complimented Daemon with a soft smile. “I did it for you.” Daemon lied and copied the smile coming his way as he sipped at the wine.

The brothers continued to enjoy each other's company well into the early evening as laughter and jokes continued. Daemon hadn’t felt like this in a while; not since..well, he didn’t think about that. Viserys watched a far away look come over his brother and a soft frown came over his face. “Is there something else?” Viserys gently asked and placed his goblet of wine back down on the table. “Maybe once upon a time.” Daemon whispered, the drink allowing his tongue to be looser than normal. Viserys waited for his brother to continue as he leaned back into the chair. “A woman, then?”

The King guessed and a smirk played on his lips when Daemon turned to him. “Hmm, did you fall in love?” Daemon scoffed at such a question; even though he was unsure of the answer if he was honest with himself. “Of course not.” The Prince answered. He looked back down at his now empty goblet.

“But I could have.” Daemon whispered mostly to himself as he reached to pour some more wine for himself. “What happened to her?” Viserys gently asked as he watched his brother take more alcohol. “I was told she had died.” Daemon hummed and tried to forget those memories now that he was home.

“I’m sorry.” Viserys whispered and he truly was. Daemon knew that and only bowed his head as a reply. “It’s in the past now.” The Prince whispered mostly to himself as he tried to forget about it all.

Thankfully, the days that followed Daemon was able to keep his mind occupied as he teased Rhaenyra. It was in the throne room as he began to whisper into her ear when the guards came to him. “My Prince..Princess.” They whispered and bowed when they moved into the throne room.

“Is there something wrong?” Rhaenyra asked as she turned around; trying to catch her breath subtly. “There is a child…she looks like you, my Prince.” They carefully told them the reason for the visit. Daemon could only stare in confusion as he locked eyes with the Princess. “Bring her in.” Rhaenyra ordered.

Daemon’s heart was racing. It wasn’t as if he was always careful when taking someone to bed. He was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. He saw the questions in Rhaenyra’s eyes but soon he became speechless. Here you were. A ghost of your mother, he thought to himself as your little legs carried you.

You clutched at a dirty blanket and his eyes twitched. “Unhand her.” He ordered the guard who did so. You softly stroked your arm as you looked up at the two people in front of you. “Hello.” Daemon whispered. Rhaenyra looked between the pair and anyone with half a brain could see the resemblance.

“Hello..” You whispered out and looked back up to the guards before stepping away from them; almost instantly moving towards Daemon. Daemon slowly moved to kneel at your height as his heart pounded. “Was your mother called Josephenie?” The Prince asked you and you softly nodded in sadness.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Daemon whispered and placed a lock of your bright hair around your ears. You ducked your head shyly as the Prince’s heart began to break. He’d had a child out there in the world and knew nothing about it. He should have been there for you, the Prince scolded himself.

His eyes moved over you once more and saw how dirty you were. “Let's get you cleaned up.” Daemon whispered. You looked back over to the Princess as she only stared on in confusion. You ducked your head once more in complete shyness. Daemon rested his arm on you and watched as you cuddled against him.

The familiar scent of the Prince had you calming down even if you weren’t sure of the situation completely. Daemon could only continue to watch you as his eyes completely softened as you took everything in. “Pretty.” You whispered and moved to play with Daemon’s fingers. He looked down to the ring you were playing with.

“It was going to be your mothers.” He whispered down at you and for a moment he lost himself in memories. “My mothers?” You whispered and he gently placed the ring into your small palm. “Yes.” You looked down at the ring and a soft smile came over your face. “Thank you.” You whispered up to him.

“You will be safe here.” Daemon whispered as he guided you gently down the many corridors. “I’m staying here?” You asked shyly and linked arms with him. You quickly became more comfortable with him. “Of course.” The Prince whispered and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You couldn’t stop the smile coming over your face as you followed after the Prince and into the most luxurious looking chambers you’d ever seen. “Wow..” You whispered out; your hands moving over the sofa. Daemon only chuckled at your reaction and watched you take everything in.

“It’s warm here.” You whispered and without thought; you gracefully placed yourself down onto the sofa. “I’m glad you like it.” Daemon smiled and moved to sit on the chair opposite the sofa. His eyes warmly on you. “It can be yours. All of it.” Daemon whispered in a near babbling state to you.

“All of it?” You whispered and began to play with the ring in your palm once more. “Of course. You are a Princess, aren’t you?” Daemon winked and happiness bubbled inside him as you smiled so brightly at him.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 1 year

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Can I request aftercare with sully please?

Yesssssssss excellent request anon.

Sully absolutely tries his best for you when it comes to aftercare. Out of the two of them, Sully is absolutely the rougher one during sex. The worst you'll generally get from Liu is a few hickeys and some exhaustion, but Sully leaves you with body soreness, bitemarks, hickeys, bruises, scratches, pretty much anything that he physically can leave on you, and obviously, that means you're going to need a lot of care after all of that. Sully isn't really soft as a person, but when it comes to things like this, he does his best to be as gentle as possible, and his protective side really comes out.

Sully pretty much refuses to let you do anything after sex with him, as he doesn't want you to overwork yourself and cause too much stress on your body. Honestly, I think at one point he probably even leaves a note asking Liu to write down good things to do for aftercare so he's 100% sure that he's giving you all the care that you need. He starts by cleaning you off with a towel, trying to be so delicate his hands are almost shaking as he wipes off your body. If you feel like you need a bath or shower, he'll carry you there, and insist on cleaning you himself again. If you have any noticeably raw or rough markings on your body, it sets him at ease to bandage them up for you to make sure they're getting cared for. He tends to fret over you, constantly asking if you need or want anything at all, and he'll get it for you.

After he's done cleaning and bandaging you, he'll carry you back out to their bed, placing you gently on it as he all but cocoons you in blankets. He'll rush off, scouring the kitchen for your favorite snacks, making you a nice warm cup of hot cocoa, and then running back upstairs to give you the various foods he's found for you. He'll sit you up and adjust the blankets, wrapping them around you looser, and sitting behind you so he can cradle you to his chest while you eat and drink. He'll probably turn on a show or movie you like, or play some music so you're not just sitting in silence the whole time. He likes to nuzzle into you as he holds you as well. Sex is a very important thing to Sully, as he only has sex with people he allows himself to fully trust and fall in love with, so his heart and emotions are very tender and delicate after the two of you have sex, so he likes to provide for you and be very close and snuggly with you. It sets him at ease to be so relaxed and content with you at times like these, and it makes him happy to know he can provide for you like this.

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mitsvriii · 1 year

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can you possibly do prompt 45 with kazuha and the reader saying 'someone is going to love you better than i can' to him? i just never see the reverse scenario

thank you! i love your writing! ^^

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Kaedehara Kazuha x reader Angst Any reader type Word Count: to be added Prompt: ”Someone out there is going to love you more than I can.” A/N: thank you :)

Your stomach churned as you watched ships dock in at Liyue Harbor. You were waiting for The Crux to arrive so you could speak to Kazuha.

You two had been together for almost seven months, and during that time he’s been away for almost half. You understood that he wanted to travel, and you accepted that when you entered your relationship with him.

But you knew that when he was aware his mind was on you. And it showed when he always came home. You were dragging him down with stress and he didn’t even realize it.

You felt your heart jump to your throat when you saw a familiar head of platinum hair with a red streak through the crowd. Moment of truth.

Kazuha saw you and immediately picked up his pace. He didn’t let you open your mouth before his arms were around you. You returned the gesture, although your grip was looser.

“I missed you”, Kazuha pulled back with a soft smile, “How have you been?”

You glanced around before looking at him, “Kazuha we need to talk.”

“About what, dove?” Kazuha’s hand found yours as he looked at you worriedly.

You pulled him away to a discreet place in the harbor, pulling your hand away from his. He looked at you confused, “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, sighing, “Kazuha I want to break up.”

He looked at you, a flash of hurt breaking over his face before he hid it, “Why?”

“Because I’m dragging you down Kazu’. And you’re not even noticing it.”

He seemed to contemplate your words, “But I feel fine-“

“Don’t bullshit me Kazuha. Have you seen yourself lately? Everytime you come home you always go straight to sleep, your eyes look baggy-Kazuha I’m making you worry.”

Kazuha was silent, his eyes dropping to the ground. “Kazuha what I’m trying to say is”, you swallowed, trying to get the words out, “Someone out there is going to love you more than I can.”

Kazuha’s eyes snapped back to yours. He stood there before nodding. “I wish you the best then”, his voice sounded broken at the most, but that was to he expected.

You nodded and left, but not before muttering a “You too” before doing so. You wouldn’t know if Kazuha would find someone, and he didn’t know if you would ever get into another relationship. You two simply were like perpendicular lines to be blunt

#kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha angst #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x you #genshin angst #liyue harbor #🌼-bittersweet tales

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landrysbf · 1 year

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drawn to you (ethan landry x gn!reader)

hi sexy beasts im new here [: i just kinda write shit when im bored, and this is one of those! look forward to ethan x male readers soon teehee

fluff

proofread

795 words

use of y/n

no specific pronouns

“y’know what’s funny?” you tapped your foot against ethan’s shin, the professor’s lesson barely entering your ears. ethan cocks his head towards your face, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

“what?”

“i’ve kinda had my eye on you since the semester started.” you cocked your head identically, a short exhale exiting your nostrils. at ethan’s eyes widening, your lips were forced into a smile.

“wait, really?”

“yeah.” you slid his notebook between your arm and ethan’s, resting on the table. “this might be really weird, but i would try to draw you from memory.

“dude,” ethan batted his eyelids, no longer paying attention to the economics lecture. he was already impressed, and you hadn’t even opened the notebook yet.

“just try not to laugh, ‘kay?”

ethan sheepishly opened the notebook as he struggled to look away from your eyes; those gorgeous eyes of yours were ethan’s weakness. you flickered his gaze to the open notebook, ethan’s quickly following. his face heat up as he looked at several small doodles of a boy that resembled himself.

“[y/n], these are—”

“they get better,” you chuckled, tapping the corner of the page. so, ethan turned the page.

back to back were full page sketches of, definitely, ethan. one from behind where he seems to be listening, likely to a lecture. the other was of him laughing.

“chad told you something hysterical that day,” you piped up, a blush slowly rising on your cheeks. ethan looked up at you. “i was studying for my english midterm, but…” a lovesick smile crept onto your lips, your eyes glued to the sketch. you clicked your tongue. “i saw that smile and… well, i wanted to keep that moment close to me.” you darted your eyes over to ethan’s face, your gazes connecting almost instantly. “it wasn’t my moment, but i wanted it to be.” you paused, then subtly gulped. “i’m just, really glad you were at that frat party.”

ethan’s lips were slightly parted now, his pupils dilated more than he could imagine. without thinking, he stood up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the lecture hall. you said a few things, but ethan didn’t understand any of it. he had one thought racing in his head, and he wasn’t going to let a stupid econ lecture get in the way of it.

as soon as the two of you were outside of the lecture hall, ethan pulled you out of the way of the door, smashing his lips into yours. his hands held your face, pulling you impossibly close as you leaned your back against the wall. you let your hands rest on the base of ethan’s neck, your fingertips toying with some of the brunette’s looser curls.

your lovestruck kiss quickly turned into a make out session as ethan opened his mouth mid-kiss for air, the softest moan slipping from his throat. your quickly reciprocated, pressing your tongue against ethan’s lips with a soft groan. ethan felt his knees ever so slightly wobble, silently trusting you to hold his weight up. you chuckled into ethan’s lips before barely pulling away to speak.

but ethan’s breathless voice spoke first.

“i’m so crazy in love with you,” he huffed. you can’t help but smirk slightly. “like, it’s fucking crazy. you’re the only thing i can think about, dude, like… those drawings, man, those were so amazing, and— and i couldn’t even think straight, because it feels like this is destiny.”

you just listened to him ramble. this idiot’s voice gave you butterflies.

“i feel so safe around you, and i never wanna leave your side, dude. you’re like, the perfect human being ever made and i’m the guy that you want, which is unbelievable!” ethan pulled his face back further, his lips moving faster than his brain. you admired how emotive ethan was with every word. “like, me, just some fucked up guy, you chose me.” ethan’s tone could’ve brought you to tears. “and i love you, so much, i love you for that. i love you more than anything, literally ever.” ethan paused by pressing his lips into yours again. “please stay with me,” he begged softly, his tone changing again. “i don’t wanna live without you, [y/n].”

you could barely speak. all you had was a big, dumb, lovestruck smile on your face. you nodded through a chuckle, wrapping your arms around your perfect match.

“i couldn’t have said it better myself, baby,” you said into ethan’s shoulder. ethan hugged you back even tighter, as if he would lose you if he ever let go. “it’s you and me against the world.”

you could have sworn you heard ethan sniffle. your suspicion was quickly confirmed when, through a gentle sob, ethan spoke again.

“thank you.”

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ejzah · 10 months

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heyy, I just wanted to say that I love your work and wanted to ask if you can write a story where Kensi is pregnant and Deeks and her haven’t told the team yet, but then Kensi gets in trouble (kidnapped or something) and in all the panic Deeks tells the team they’re having a baby and then of course they find her and everyone is happy!

(post season 14)

A/N: Thanks, anon! That’s so kind of you.

***

Collateral Damage

“What do you think? Can you tell that I’m 13 weeks pregnant?”

Deeks tilted his head, considering her outfit since she’d asked. She lifted her arms, turning in a slow circle. Her shirt was slightly looser than typical, but otherwise, Deeks didn’t see any obvious signs.

Of course, there were the little things. Like the actual glow to her cheeks, or the way she occasionally placed her hand on her stomach without realizing.

“Nope. You’re good,” he confirmed.

“Great.” Kensi sighed, slipping on a pair of shoes.

“You know somebody’s going to figure it out pretty soon though, right?”

“Deeks, we agreed—”

“I know,” Deeks assured her, gently cupping her shoulders. “I want to keep this just between our family for a while too. But let’s face it; we work with a bunch of investigative experts. On top of that, Sam has two kids. Somebody’s bound to pick up on your sudden disdain for anything with corn.”

“You’re right.” Kensi sighed, this time regret in the sound. “I just wanted this to be ours without worrying about other people’s opinions. “It’s been so nice. Just the two of us. Well, four.” She laughed soft, and pressed her forehead against Deeks’. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And it’s going to be fine.”

***

“So Johnson isn’t talking?” Callen asked, and Deeks shook his head.

“Nope. Sam even glared at him for a full minute. I threw a lot of legal jargon at him. He’s not biting,” Deeks said.

“He seemed smug,” Sam added.

“Did Fatima and Kensi get anywhere?” Resting his hand on the back of his desk chair, Deeks nodded at Rountree.

“I haven’t heard from them yet,” Rountree answered.

In lieu of their usual pairings, Deeks and Sam had been sent to retrieve the suspect in a murder, while Fatima and Kensi went to interview the dead man’s wife. Deeks couldn’t deny that he as somewhat relieved at Kensi being out of the direct line of fire. He knew she could still take care of herself, but it didn’t mean he liked it.

“Ok, check in with them when we’re done here,” Called decided. “If a Johnson isn’t giving us anything, we’ll need to find something on him that’ll give him some inspiration.”

“I’ll start digging—” Rountree started to say, then interrupted himself, raising a finger. “Incoming call from Fatima. Hey, what’s up—woah, woah, slowly down! What happened?”

Deeks leaned forward, his stomach clenching at Rountree’s tone.

“Devin, what’s going on?” Sam asked, but Rountree held up his hand, putting his head down as he listened. “No, it’s ok. It’s not your fault. I’m gonna call LAPD right now.”

“Rountree,” Callen prompted as he ended the call. Licking his lips, Rountree’s gaze flickered between them, lingering on Deeks for a few extra seconds.

“Kensi and Fatima were mid-way through their interview when Kensi heard a noise. The wife insisted it was nothing. Kensi went to investigate anyway and someone opened fire. Fatima says there were at least three armed men.” His eyes flicked to Deeks again. “They took Kensi.”

Deeks vision swam, and for a second, it felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, and his knees started to buckle. Kensi needed him. He shook off the disorientation, anger filling him along with the desperate need to destroy something.

“Deeks, you ok?” Sam asked softly, but Deeks ignored him, focusing on Rountree. If he focused on getting Kensi back, he would be ok.

“When did it happen? Did Fatima see who took her?”

“A couple minutes before she called. And she said they were masked. I’m sorry, Deeks.”

“It’s not your fault,” Deeks murmured, echoing Rountree’s own reassurance. He dragged a hand through his hair, desperately trying to keep his mind from spiraling, yet all he could think of was Kensi dead somewhere. And the twins—

“Deeks, we’re going to find here,” Sam assured him. “We always do.”

“Then why are still standing around talking? We need to get out there before they get too far,” Deeks said, spinning around with the intent of heading for the armory.

“Hey, Deeks, we’ve been here before, and rushing in never works,” Callen warned him, putting a hand on Deeks’ shoulder.

He shook it off, more aggressively than he normally would. “It’s not just about Kensi,” he snapped.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, suspicion in his voice, and some of Deeks’ anger dissipated, replaced by fear again, and grief.

“She’s pregnant,” he whispered. “Kensi’s pregnant.”

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A/N: I hope that was suitably angsty and dramatic. Part two to follow.

Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #drama #angst #worried Deeks #kidnapped Kensi #Sam and Callen #Rountree #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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yuniniverse · 1 year

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Hey I wanted to say i lovee your writing and can i request a junmin imagine where the reader and junmin meet through like a dance class it starts as junmin see u cry or the opposite idk u choose and they become close after that and all sorry for saying a lot btw i realllyyyyy love all of the work u did its sooo good

PAIRING ! ━ park junmin x gn reader

GENRE ! ━ angst (happy ending!), fluffy at the end(maybe too fluffy?), just two dancers that are head over heels over e/o

WORD COUNT ! ━ 1.7401k

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ this was way too long than it should've TvT also ty for requesting love ! And tysm please your compliment made my day :"3 hope you like it ^^

SONG RECCS ! ━ twenty five twenty one by Jaurim / Very Slowly by Bibi !

The sound of rain clouded your mind, your mood similar to the gloomy dull sky above you. You were known as the star student in your dance institute, ofcourse you were happy, but it became a burden at certain times. And you blame yourself. You always look up to your brother Ham Jinsik who was the institute's ace, wanting to be like him. When you joined you knew you had to be better than anyone else as Jinsiks sister. However with the amount of work piling up on you along with practices made you loose your spark. Unfortunate to you, everyone noticed that change in you, including your not so secret crush Park Junmin. Today was the day you were looking forward for the most, the auditions that would get you a role in one of the upcoming play in The National Theatre of Korea. Something you always dreamt to dance in ever since you were a kid. Only for it all to go downhill. You were known as a ballet prodigy, but that title soon dipped after your teacher said she was disappointed in your rehearsal. You wouldn't get the part you looked forward to for 14 years of your life.

You slowly walked through the bustling streets, rain pouring down on you harshly. You were drenched, your clothes hugging you tightly as water dropped down. Everything felt so surreal. You found yourself sobbing as you dragged yourself, each step as heavy as how your heart felt. Some would say you were being dramatic, but this was your first love. Not to mention how your 10 years of friendshio with your so called friend group ended on the same day too. With them taunting at you untill you stepped out of the building. Turns out they just used you to get closer to your brother and we're the ones that created rumours and hoped for your downfall.

You stopped to wipe your tears, finally looking up. Your vision was blurry but you saw how everyone seemed to be happy. Everyone except you. Students sharing umbrellas, couples joking around and holding hands as they ran to seek shelter.

Your soft sobs turned into louder gasps as you tried to maintain your composture, flashbacks of your teachers looking at you with a crown on their face and your friends asking if you hurt yourself to have done your rehearsals that bad came flooding to your mind. Your head lowered again, you were shaking. Not because of the cold breeze that swept by you. You ran away from that place. The last thing you'd want is for someone to recognise you and tell the whole academy on how you weeped in the middle of the street because your a looser.

Unaware to you, someone was indeed watching you.

Your pace slowed down as you reached a park. Your park. The place you'd come to often. It was your brother who bought you here as a kid, a comfort place you two shared. Usually your brother would be sitting beside your swing, hugging you and telling how everything would be alright. He wasn't. He was away for a short trip with his friends. You were alone and it made you feel miserable.

Too many things clouded your mind and it made you feel more vulnerable and confused. Finally letting your feelings out, your knees dropped to the sandy ground, your head rested onto the seat of the swing you always played in as you cried helplessly. You felt stupid, you danced your entire life, what happened to you? Was it finally the time for you to let go of dance and focus on studies instead? You weren't ready for it, just the thought of leaving the one thing you lived for made your stomach churn in the wrong way.

Your ears perk up at the sound of hurried footsteps, as you lift your head you see junmin running, his head peeking side to side as his eyes searched for you. You wanted to call out to him, but your lisp refused to move. You felt your throat dry up as junmin finally looks at your devastated state.

You've known junmin for a whole year, you two were inseparable. Everytime junmin visited your house jinsik would sulk cuz he went straight to your room instead of looking at his clingy bestfriend.

He carefully stepped forward, reaching his hand out to you for you to hold. You hesitantly grab onto his hand and stand up and before you could even speak he pulled you into a hug. The sound of rain slowly faded as your mind only thought about junmin. His grip around your waist tightened, he brought his one hand upto your hair, caressing gently as he muttered 'its gonna be ok' into your ears. you were instantly reminded of your brother, giving you another reason to bawl your eyes out infront of the guy you so dearly loved. This is not how you wanted him to see you. Embarrassment slapping you in the face hard as you helplessly cried onto his shoulder, rambling about how shitty your day was in spite of preparing well and even going to bed early which you never did.

Junmin chuckles before breaking the hug, he cups your cheeks, his thumbs wiping the tears away. He leans to kiss your eyelids. "Y/n you did amazing, you just misunderstood! Your teacher did take you in, she just said she was disappointed in you and not that she wouldn't take you in? Your literally the best performer this academy has ever had!!" He says, you purse your lips together, still in doubt. You smile at him regardless as you let him walk you home.

You were greeted by your brother at the doorstep, you run to hug him as junmin started at you with a find smile. Oh the things he'd do for you to hug him the same way. jinsik ofcourse scolded his hyung and you on how you two let yourselves get so drenched under the rain as you two snickered at how cute jinsik looked . Your smile immediately turned into a frowned and worried expression as your hands searched your neck for your necklace. It was your parents gift to you when you started your first ever dance class. You turned to look at junmin who was as worried as you. The moment he laid his eyes on your hands that were fidgeting around your neck and pockets he realised it was about the necklace you always loved and showers around to your friends. Jinsik caught the hint too. "It's ok y/n I'm sure you must have left it at the studio, we'll search tomorrow I promise" he says as an attempt to calm you down and send junmin to his dorms before the poor boy catches a cold.

The next morning you wake up to your brother screaming and running to your room as he held your necklace in the air. You squeal along with him as you two jumped on the bed like two happy hamsters. That was until it hit you. How did he find it if he didn't even go to the studio?

"How did you get it?" You questioned to which he smiled and said "Junmin hyung got it for you! He searched the whole night in the rain at the park and found it near one of the bushes of the swing. He said he got a cold though so he wouldn't come to academy- also promise me you wouldn't tell this to him?" You tilt your head to the side in confusion, "tell him what?" You ask.

"Junmin was the one to convince your teacher to let you into the play. Poor boy practically begged to take you in." He said, making you fall for the man even more. Before even saying a word you only out the door, running to his dorms.

You knocked on his door twice, waiting impatiently for junmin and once he opened his door you immediately ran to hug him. The impact causing him to stumble back to a wall. He looked at you worried, "you ok?" He asks with a croaky voice. you look up to face him, you two stared at each other in silence. junmins eyes glanced at your lips, unconsciously inching his face towards yours. Before he could even make a move, you pecked the corner of his lips. not wasting a single minute junmin pulls you and his lips were on yours. he kissed you so sweetly and gently, caressing your cheeks as he shyly smiled between your lips. your hands shifted from his shoulders to his neck, pulling him closer. Junmin swayed you around the dim lit hall, how you wished to never part away. he breaks the kiss, leaving a small peck your cheek, you smile at how red the boy was, his ears were practically on fire. The poor boy couldn't form words so instead he just gazed at your equally shy figure.

The cute moment lasted only for a few minutes as yechan called out to his hyung from their shared room, junmin groaned in response as you giggled. "Looks like you have to leave" you smiled to which junmin nodded, he felt cold as you slipped away from his arms and walked to the door, "thank you by the way, for the necklace. You didn't have to go through so much trouble" you say as you turned back to see junmin rubbing the back of his neck. "I only want to see you smile y/n, the way I smile and millions of butterflies swarm throughout my body and my whole world is filled with flowers just by looking at you, I wish to see you just as happy and contented with me as I do with you" he says, you were fighting the urge to just kiss him again but you didn't want to an annoyed yechan to see his older brother and his best friend being all lovely dovey in the morning, moreover he would bring it up for the rest of your life and tease you on it so you passed on the opportunity. Junmin however held your hand before you could turn to walk away and kissed you one last time before you could leave.

"I love you so much y/n, i always have and I always will."

#xikers #xikers drabbles #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers reactions #xikers x reader #junmin #park junmin #junmin xikers #junmin x reader #junmin fluff #junmin angst

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 years

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I'll Show You Uptight (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this

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

Writer’s Note: GO TOUCH SOME GRASS SLUTS. And enjoy! My hands fucking hurt from writing this horny shit but it's with all the love & dedication. Love you! -Jazz

Ao3 link here!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

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Bakugou luckily didn’t get a ticket, but he came pretty damn close to running some red lights as he shot you and himself home to your apartment.

During the fifteen-minute drive, you felt bubbly with anticipation and happiness. Bakugou liked you. He felt the same way! You couldn’t keep still next to him, singing and dancing along to the radio as he sped through the streets, wind in your hair, laughing at your cute little moves.

He kept one hand on the wheel, steering with excellent precision, while the other laid firmly on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there. Occasionally, he’d lift your hand to kiss your knuckles or steal a kiss at a red light, always leaving you short of breath after.

As soon as you left the club, you called Mina to let her know and she was more than excited, even letting the rest of the crew know. “She’s not dead, guys!” she yelled above the music over the phone. You could hear Toru cheer in delight in the background, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment.

“She will be though!” Denki had hollered, stealing the phone from Mina much to her disapproval. “For God’s sake, Katski, don’t kill her! She still has to go to work!”

You flushed, and to add on to the fire, Bakugou had glanced over from the wheel at you and smirked. “We’ll see,” he murmured before sneaking his hand farther up your thigh to squeeze the flesh there. “Should’ve known better than to wear this little thing, naughty girl,” he whispered to you, a dangerous look in his vermillion eyes.

You swore you’ve never been more turned on in your life as you thought about what was to come next. Would he punish you for the skirt? Bend you over his knee and spank you till you were in tears? Maybe rub you through your panties until you had no choice but to beg for forgiveness because your poor, needy pussy just couldn’t take any more teasing?

“Congrats, Bakubro!” Kiri had hollered into the phone, stealing you away from your naughty thoughts. “You’ve got a good one. Try not to fuck it up, alright? Or else you’ll have me to deal with.”

“Us too!” Uraraka had added. “We’ll fuck you up, Bakugou, and you know we can.” You had giggled at their protectiveness while Bakugou told them to shut the fuck up and threatened to hang up.

As you got closer to your apartment, you directed him to the building, and he parked in the lot in front of the building’s steps. You lived in a pretty nice neighborhood–the kind with dogwalkers, quiet nights, and where people can jog in the park a block away from your home without looking over their shoulders. You were adamant about being in a relatively safe and quiet neighborhood, especially one where public transportation, is close by, to feel comfortable and get some good night’s sleep before work duties.

After swiping yourself upstairs on the elevator with your key card, Bakugou followed you upstairs to your apartment floor. He only gave you light neck kisses and dragged his fingers across your waist as you worked to unlock the door with your keys, but it was enough to make focusing on unlocking your door that much more difficult.

Finally, with a click, the door unlocked. “This is me,” you nimbly said, stepping into the darkened room. As Bakugou slid in behind you, you flicked the light on near the door and shut it, casting your tastefully decorated, clean apartment in a nice, warm glow. “Feel free to take off your shoes.”

Bakugou did just that, letting his kicks sit at the door with your shoes right next to them. You stood there awkwardly as he looked over the apartment, his eyes trailing over the living room, small dining area and the bedroom which led out into the kitchen. You had brought company back here before for fun, but never this. And definitely never a pro.

“Uh, would you like a drink or a tour of the place?” you asked softly, your heart pounding against your ribcage. Bakugou turned toward you, his gaze making you hot. “I’ll get all of that later,” he softly growled. “This can’t wait. I don’t think I could take it.”

As he stepped towards you, moving as fast as you could blink, you didn’t move, afraid of scaring him off or possibly ruining the moment. You welcomed him with open arms as he gladly took advantage, arms locked around your waist. He pulled you in for a kiss that had your head spinning and tongue-tied. His kisses were like drugs to you–addictive and dangerous.

He pulled away to look down at you, his eyes peering into yours. “You still want this?” he asked.

Feeling his muscles ripple under your hands, his body pressed against yours finally, only one word flashed in your mind that made it to your lips: “Yes.”

Bakugou grinned and gripped you to him as he kissed you once again. Your lips moved against his in a dance, the act as natural as breathing to you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned softly into his mouth, the feeling of his tongue against yours making you uncomfortably soaked. “Bedroom,” he murmured roughly against your lips. “Where’s it at?”

He pulled away enough to let you speak. “I’ll show you,” you whispered, but you couldn’t physically walk him upstairs. He insisted on carrying you, making you jump before his hands were cupping your ass and your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you with ease, like you weighed absolutely nothing. God, could this man get anymore sexy?

You directed him to the left of your kitchen where your bedroom was, passing the front door. As he did, you suddenly became hyperaware of everything in your room that was embarrassingly out of place or obvious: the hamper of clothes next to your closet you needed to wash; the wine glass you forgot to take to your kitchen earlier while you were getting ready; the waste basket of folded laundry you still hadn’t put away where your limited edition Dynamight panties sat.

….Wait.

‘Fuck!’ you thought, embarrassment flooding through you. You forgot you put them there. Shit, did Bakugou see them too? You glanced down at him, getting a smile in return. You put you down so he could go and close the door. As he did, you snatched up the panties and stuffed them under a folded shirt, never to be seen and allow you freedom from humiliation or teasing.

Immediately, you whipped around to face Bakugou, plastering a smile on your face. He turned to you after closing the door and smirked at you–a picture of a wet fantasy standing in your bedroom. How you’ve thought of this night for so long. “I’m afraid you’re wearing waaaay too many clothes,” you purred at him, stepping closer to him.

He did the same, his hooded eyes drinking you in. “You too. As good as you look in that dress, I need to see you without it.” His smile faded, replaced with a stern look that has your kitty purring for him. “Take it off. Now.”

That deep growl emitted something from you. Something submissive and needy, wanting to do anything he said. You immediately strip off your dress, letting the article of clothing fall from your body. You stood then in a lace bra and thong set that Bakugou ogled at. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned at the sight of you. “Look at you. You were wearin’ this shit under your clothes the whole time?”

He loomed over you, making you feel so small yet not at all intimidated. If anything, it made you more aroused. “And what’s this, huh?” His fingers glide across the waistband of your thong, his skin brushing against yours. His eyes darkened, his grin greedy and animalistic. “Ohhh, you’re a bad little girl, aren’t you?”

His breath fanned over your face, smelling faintly of peppermint and a shot of vodka. You must’ve been too slow to respond because his fingers yanked at the thong’s waistband, snapping it back against your hip. “Aren’t you?” he growled, his voice dipping even lower than before.

You swallowed hard, breathing suddenly impossible for you. “Y-Yes.” He pushed himself up against you, giving you a feel of his bulge in his jeans. “Yes, what?” he murmured against your hair, hands cupping your ass. He grinded his hips into you once, nudging at your clit.

You whimpered as sparks of pleasure pulsed through you. “Yes…daddy.” Bakugou pulled back to peer down at you, bewildered. “Sorry!” you immediately raced to apologize. “I thought that you–”

You squeaked as he suddenly grabbed you and planted a passionate kiss on you that had your toes curling as his tongue twirled with yours. When he pulled away, a string of saliva “Keep callin’ me that,” he growled to you. “That turns me the fuck on.” He took your hand, putting it right on his hardened dick. You gasped softly, feeling how big he was. “Tell me what else you like,” he said, sounding like he was begging you rather than ordering you.

“U-Um…” Your frazzled mind searched for an answer as your hand gently stroked him through his pants, loving the way he softly groaned at the feeling. “I like praise,” you giggled sheepishly. He chuckled, squeezing your ass. “I can tell.”

“And spankings and choking,” you continued. Shyly, you looked down at his belt buckle and toyed with it, “accidentally” loosening it. “And if you wanted to…you know…call me a slut or whatever, I wouldn’t be against it.”

You peered up at him through your lashes, hoping he’d see through your front. Fortunately for you, Bakugou was smart. He stepped away from you then and took a seat on your bedside. He sat with his legs open, belt loosened, and a dangerous look in his eyes that excited you. “C’mere,” he demanded, crooking a finger at you.

You were helpless to refuse. You slowly walked over and stood in front of him. He took your hips in his hands, directing you to stand beside him, and then, in a flash, had you bent over his knee. You gasped, a shocked giggle leaving your lips at the sudden change in positions. Before your mind could process what was happening, your thong was coming down and a hand was smacking against your ass.

The only sounds were the sharp smack of Bakugou spanking your ass and your sharp gasp that followed.

Smack! “Tell me why you decided to wear this shit,” he growled. Smack! “Did you want to get fucked?”

Smack!” You wanted a random motherfucker to pick you up and slut you out?” Smack! “Huh?!” Smack!

“Yes!” you shouted, in near tears because of the sweet sting of his hand smacking your ass and the ache in your wet pussy. “But I would’ve thought of you during!” You nuzzled your face into his muscled arm after gripping it with dear life with each spank.

“Oh, my God, you’re just too perfect,” he groaned. His hand began to stroke your ass softly, soothing the sting. “Tell me again how you’ve thought of me, baby girl.” The petname set you on fire. “Did you think of me while someone else was fucking you? Or while touching that pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered at his words, not sure how much more of this you could take. You softly moaned as you felt him shower your ass with wet kisses, his fingers massaging your cheeks gently. “Tell me, mama,” he whispered.

And then his hand dipped between your thighs to cup your sex. He began to rub you there, palm pressing into your clit. “Y-Yes!” you groan, delirious with pleasure. “God, yes, Katsuki!” You grinded your hips into his hand, desperate to feel something, anything.

“You’re not alone, y’know,” he murmured to you as he continued to gently rub you. “I’ve thought about you too. Fucking you on my desk at work, your pencil skirt pulled up…or you in my condo, getting fucked on every single piece of furniture I own.”

Your breath hitched at his words, at his secret, dirty thoughts. All revolving around you. You. “I’ve thought about you constantly,” he told you, voice strained. “I’ve wondered what you felt like against me…what you tasted like…”

In an instant, you were off his lap and suddenly lying on your back on your bed, facing him. He sat up, straddling you, and in one shift motion, gripped his shirt from the back and took it off. As he flung the shirt somewhere in the darkness, you couldn’t help yourself. You began running your hands up and down his muscle carved from stone, loving the contrast of your skin tones. He stared down at you hungrily, lustfully, as you caressed the scars adorning his skin. To you, they made him even sexier.

“You see what you do to me?” he asked softly. “What you’ve done to me?” He took your hands, lowering them down to his hardened cock in his jeans. He began to rut into your hands, panting softly. “Do you like me like this? So fuckin’ desperate for you?”

“Katsuki…” You exhaled in name, desperate for him. You went for his belt to take it off, but he stopped you. “No, no, baby, not yet. Naughty girls like you need to be punished first.” With an evil smile, he hooked his fingers into your bra cups and pulled them down, exposing your naked breasts to him. His shuddering breath made you giggle, feeling pretty under his hungered gaze.

His mouth was on you immediately, lips sucking harshly at one hardened nipple while one of his large hands kneaded the other, gently molding the flesh around and around. You moaned under his touch and hot kisses, your breasts and nipples sensitive. He then pulled away from your own nipple now shining with his spit and proceeded to give your other nipple the same treatment.

He attached his pink lips to the peak, sucking and swirling his tongue around, moaning softly as he did. He was loving every minute of this, you realized, and that only made you wetter. His lips suckled on your nipple like he was trying to draw himself some milk before letting go with a soft pop!. He then grazed his teeth against the hardened nub, nibbling gently. A whimper left your lips at the feeling, your toes curling and hands gripping his shoulders.

The tiny pinch of his teeth grazing your hard nipple made your body lurch forward. “Ah,” you breathed, the sound like an exhale escaping your lips. He then swooped down higher up, pressing kisses to your collarbone and neck while his hands still toyed with your breasts. He then looked up at you, eyes glinting in the darkness. “Sorry, ma,” he chuckled, “but you might have to wear some makeup on that neck for the next week.”

He began to suckle and nibble at the tender flesh of your neck, giving you certified hickies. You couldn’t be mad at him. It felt too good. As if reading your thoughts, he chuckled against your skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” As he proceeded to pepper your neck in kisses, one of his hands left your breast to travel down between your thighs.

You gasped, your back arching at his rough palm pressed into your clit and began to stroke it. You moaned loudly to the ceiling, the sparks of pleasure entering your clit combined with Bakugou’s wet mouth and rough fingers pinching your nipple. This was just too much! At this rate, you’d cum. “Please don’t tease me, baby,” you whimpered.

Bakugou chuckled darkly, still torturing you with his actions. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” he murmured, moving to kiss your jaw. “Consider this your karma for your constant teasing at work.” His lips moved down your throat, nibbling you there. “Those damn skirts.” His index and fore fingers moved to roll and pinch your nipple. “Those fuckin’ work pants.” He pressed his hand harder into your clit, making you see stars for a moment. “And those pretty little blouses I wanted to tear off your body.”

Suddenly, all his actions stopped. He pulled his hand away from your pussy, moved his mouth away from your neck, and stopped playing with your nipple. Confused and utterly horny, you watched as he slinked down to your legs and pried your thighs open with his big hands. He stared at you between the V you made with your thighs, his crimson eyes glaring dead at you. “How the fuck are you so fine?” he asked.

He didn’t warn you when he suddenly began eating you out. And God, did he know how to eat pussy! He left no part of your pussy untouched, kissed, or sucked. He alternated between swirling around your clit with his tongue and gently sucking on it with his plump, pink lips. You were seeing stars at that moment, hands moving to his head to push him in deeper.

“Katsuki, oh, my God!” you shouted, unable to keep your voice down. “Yes! Please keep going!”

Bakugou was more than happy to. He even snuck his hands under your ass to give him better access to your cunt as he lapped at your juices joyfully and greedily. When he suddenly pulled away to breathe, his lips were coated in you Instead of embarrassment, all you felt was arousal flooding through you. Then, to your amazement, you watched as spat on your pussy and then slurped it back up, nudging your clit with his nose as he did.

At the sound of your moans and cries of pleasure, he grinned at you from between your thighs. “Like when I spit on it, babe?” he asked, and then laughed at your frantic nod, bewildered “Fuck, you’re nasty.”

You scoffed, sitting up a little straighter against the pillow. “And you’re not?”

His eyes held a promise for something bigger, better than before, and you shivered. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” As he went to dive back in for another lick, you felt his cock pressing against your inner thigh and your mouth ached for it.

“Wait!” you protested. He immediately stopped, confused. You slowly sat up against the pillows, chest rising up and down rapidly and heart pattering against your chest. “I wanna taste you too.” His eyes widened an inch, giving you the confidence to continue. “I’ve been wanting to suck the soul outta that dick for months. Don’t deny me any longer or I swear, I’ll kill myself.”

He still stared you down, looking at you like you just grew five heads, and then finally broke into a grin. “Fuck,” he laughed. “Baby girl fiendin’ for some dick, is she?” You nodded frantically, your eyes falling to his hands as he went for his belt. “Well, if you wanna be that needy…”

“Wait.” You stopped his movements, your hands cupping his. “Let me.” He was more than happy to let you have your way. He sat up straight on his knees as you worked at his belt, loosening it, and then popping the button. Then the zipper came down, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. It was a sign of what was soon to come. What was soon to be within your grasp.

You shrugged Bakugou’s jeans down his slim hips, revealing the well-defined V and dark blonde curls that that traveled down beneath the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs. “Don’t stop now, baby,” he chuckled, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched you. “You’re almost there.”

Under his molten gaze, you pulled his briefs down, just enough to let his cock spring free. You had to stop yourself from gasping at the sight of him: he was beautiful. He was the right size, right shape, with a curve you felt was built just for you. He was thick too with a vein protruding from the tender flesh that you wanted desperately to run your tongue against. The pink head bubbled with precum that you resisted the urge to lick away.

He smiled at you. “There you go,” he cooed encouragingly. Then, before you could get a response out, his hands were on you and suddenly rolling you over on top of him. You shrieked with laughter as he positioned you to be facing away from him, instead facing his hardened cock that stood at attention for you between his legs. “Katsuki!” you giggled once you were settled on top of him.

Bakugou laid his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Now I get the best seat in the house. This 3D is fantastic, y’know.” He spanked you, the sharp sound of it making you whimper. You looked back at him, snorting at the way he ogled at your ass and pussy. “You dork,” you giggled only to be cut off with a whine as he began to rub your clit.

“Shhh, baby,” he cooed. “I’m tryin’ to watch the movie.” You threw your head back as his sweet assault on your sensitive rosebud continued. “You’re so annoying–oh, fuck!” His tongue sneaked inside your pussy, licking you up and down, side to side, all around.

Honey. If you said to your girls later on that Bakugou took your ass downtown, you’d mean it. He took you down each avenue and street, and back again, gripping your ass as he did. You were seeing stars that had his name imprinted on them, his name falling from your lips in gasps, moans, and whines that sounded oh-so submissive to the lovely man eating your kitty.

Just as you began throwing your hips around on his face, he stopped and glared playfully at you. “Don’t just sit there,” he growled impatiently, turning your blood hot. “You wanted that dick, right? So do something with it before I do it for you.”

How could you say no to that? Spitting a good amount of spit into your dominant hand and then onto his dick (much to his liking), you began to slowly stroke him up and down. You quickly became mesmerized by the way his skin stretched from your movements and how you had to grip his cock with both hands just because he was so damn thick. Once you got your rhythm, you hollowed your cheeks and began sucking him, careful to not graze him with your teeth.

Katsuki seemed to love it though. He gave you the nastiest praise and stroked your back lovingly as you gave kitten licks around his cockhead before sucking him from the tip. “That’s it, good girl,” he groaned. “Fuck, that feels good! How are you so fuckin’ good at this?”

His toes curled on either side of you, making you want to go deeper. You wanted to please this man more than anything, and so you did. You began to lightly gag on him, not quite taking him deep but enough to feel him in your throat. Anything you couldn’t take into your mouth you stroked with your hands, gripping him securely. Saliva dripped and drooled from your wet mouth, coating his dick and dripping down his full balls. The wet, slick sounds of your hands stroking his wet dick and your light gagging sounds drove even yourself crazy. Bakugou was losing his fucking mind though, every sound from his lips a piece of heaven.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he growled, gripping your ass for dear life. “You take my cock so, so well for me. Such a good girl, making it sloppy for me. Guess I could return the favor.” He began to eat you out again, this time replacing his tongue in your pussy with his finger.

You popped off his dick and gasped as his thick digit slowly slid inside the wet depths of your pussy. He began to work your pussy that way, slowly fingerfucking you as he sucked on your clit. “Katsuki!” you shouted, voice nearly going hoarse. “Oh, God, yes!”

Bakugou slapped your ass harshly. “Uh-uh, baby girl. You’ve still got work to do.” He rose his hips up to your mouth, slowly fucking your wet, soft hands still gripping his cock. “Think you can take me deeper?” Your eyes widened at the challenge, but you couldn’t let him down.

You nodded, proceeding to take him back into your mouth. “Tap my thigh twice if you need air,” he instructed before you began to slowly take him, inch by inch, down your throat.

He stretched your tight throat, so much so that you gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat. He began to slowly fuck your throat, grunts and moans dripping from his mouth. “Thaaat’s it, mama. Take me deep down that throat. Gag on that fuckin’ dick.”

His words made your cunt drip even more and he happily lapped it up, his finger curling in your pussy to lightly graze that spot that made you see the entire fucking universe. You and him stayed like that–both pleasing each other, giving each other everything you had in your bodies. You had tears in your eyes and your jaw ached, but you never let up gagging on Bakugou’s dick until, finally, you had to breathe.

You popped off of his dick with a gasp of air. At the same time, that familiar feeling of that knot in your core about to snap struck you as Bakugou mercilessly fingerfucked you and played with your overly sensitive clit. “‘Suki!” you moaned. “‘Suki, baby, I-I’m gonna cum!”

“Go ahead, baby,” he mumbled into your pussy. “Give it to me. Give me that first orgasm.” He went faster, harder, pushing you over that edge inch by inch. “Go ahead and cum for me!” he gruffly shouted into your cunt. “Give it all to me!”

His moaned into your pussy, matching yours in a chorus as you fell over that edge and finally, finally, plummeted into that sea of bliss that overtook your entire body. Your muscles seized and spasmed. You threw your head back and let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from yourself. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the flesh of Bakugou’s thighs. All of this as your pussy spasmed around Bakugou’s finger and lips.

He lapped up every inch of cum you gave him until you were whimpering, your clit aching from the constant attention. He hummed happily, finally moving away to sigh in satisfaction. “So good,” he slurred, sounding positively pussy drunk. “Your throat felt so good, baby. I bet that pussy will make me cum in an instant.”

His words ignited something within you that made you twist around to shoot him a sexy smirk. “Wanna find out?” you purred. You moved off his face and began to grind your hips down into his hard cock. As you did, your pussy lips parted, causing your cum to drizzle and smear all over his thick shaft. Bakugou groaned at the feeling as your mouth fell open in a silent O.

“Wait, wait!” he shouted, strained. “Condoms. I-I don’t…” You nodded at the crossbody purse thrown on the floor alongside your dress. “In my purse.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow at you, and you flushed. “Mina gave me some. Told me I needed to be prepared.”

He snorted, smacking your ass as you got off him. “Well, now I know why you chose the lingerie.” You plopped down onto your stomach, ankles crossed and hands under your chin as you watched him. You enjoyed the way his back muscles flexed and the view of his ass as he bent to dig the condoms out of your bag. Your eyes lovingly traced the few scratches and scars on his skin, some scabbed and others faded with time, loving each one.

Once he got one package out, he turned to you and smirked at your attentative expression. “Wanna watch, slutty girl?” he chuckled, the lewd and naughty nickname making your clit jump. He kept those damn eyes locked with yours as he ripped the package open with his teeth, slid the rubber out, and proceeded to role it down his fat, hard cock that you couldn’t keep your eyes away from even if you tried.

Finally, once he was finished, he instructed you to lay on your back on the edge of the bed. You did so, legs spread and hands bracing his shoulders. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Picture fuckin’ worthy…”

You smiled at his words only for your bottom lip to quiver as you felt his cockhead slide between your wet pussy lips, nudging your clit. His eyes met yours. “That okay?” he murmured. You nodded, smiling still. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any time, okay? And you know you can say no at any time.”

You nodded but his glare and hand slipping to your neck to tighten around it made you realize your mistake. “Naw, don’t nod at me. Give me a ‘yes, daddy, I understand’.”

You gasped around his grip, more at the fact he was doing this shit to you rather than his hold. This had to be a dream. You looked dead into his eyes and pressed your hips a little farther up into his, nudging his cockhead a little more into you.

“Yes, daddy,” you mewled. “I understand.” He grinned at you and pecked your lips. “Good girl.”

Then, slowly, he pushed in a little deeper until his entire head was inside of you. “Fuck!” he shouted followed by a gasp that fell from his open mouth.

Your mouth opened wide too, eyes blow. “Katsuki!” you whined as the feeling of being stretched took over. He looked worried, stroking a hand over your cheek. “You good, babe?” he exhaled softly. “Not too much?”

You shifted your hips, trying to get used to the feeling. “Just a stretch,” you confessed breathlessly. He grinned down at you, laughing. “Thanks.” You rolled your eyes at his stupid, adorable self. “Take as much time as you need,” he whispered gently to you, stilling his hips. “There’s no rush.”

You thanked him with a kiss and let yourself relax, breathing through the feeling. He was definitely thicker and bigger than the other men you’d had, but the wetness of your pussy, the stimulation you added to your clit, and Bakugou’s deep, gravelly voice combined with his nasty words made you relax even more. Finally, you felt yourself adjust. “Okay,” you softly sighed. “I’m ready now. Just go slow.”

Bakugou nodded. Slow he did go. He never went any faster than you wanted and always checked in with every inch he pushed into you. As he did, he rocked his hips slowly, allowing you time to get used to him. And fuck, were you used to it. The feeling of him slowly fucking you was intoxicating, the wet sounds of his cock slowly pounding your pussy making your toes curl.

“I-It feels good!” you mewled in pleasure. “Feels so, so good, Katsuki! You’re so…big…oh, my God…”

Bakugou chuckled above you, his hands moving to press down into the mattress on either side of your head. “I didn’t even start really fucking you yet and you’re already going cross-eyed?” He scoffed at you, eyeing the pretty little whore that has replaced you taking his cock below him. “Fucking slut. I’m gonna have fun with you.”

He began to go a little deeper, plunging into you, then pulling out to do it again. And again. And again. All this time, you’re rubbing your clit that squelches in delight as Bakugou continued to rail you. When he suddenly grabbed your legs and put them around his waist, you just about came right there. “That good to you, baby girl?” he growled to you. “Am I fucking you good?”

“Y-Yes!” you gasped in time with his thrusts and the squeaking of your bedsprings underneath you. “So…oh, fuck!” Your mind was going blank, flashing white with the hot pleasure you felt. This shit had to be illegal.

Especially the sounds Bakugou made above you as he stroked away, hips rolling just right into your core. He hooked his hands under your knees to get a better handle, “You feel so fucking good, Y/N,” he whined. “So tight and wet. So good taking my dick.”

You cried out in response, pussy clenching around his cock at his words. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin of his back. You began to roll your hips into him, meeting his thrusts and hoping to take him deeper. He took this as a sign. “Faster?” he asked. You practically threw a fit, pleading with him to do it. “Yes, please!” you begged him, in near tears. “Go faster, daddy! Please fuck me!”

Those words seemed to turn him into another person. Gone was the considerate, gentle, loving Katsuki you adored. Now in his place was a stranger–merciless and in control; dominant in every way. You squeaked as he began to thrust into your faster, nudging your clit even more than before as you kept rubbing, making you see stars.

He leaned down, greedily kissing your lips, wet and sloppy, as he continued to pound into your sobbing-wet pussy. “Look at that pretty little pussy spread for me, stretchin’ around my big dick,” he dirtily growled against your lips. “No other man is gonna make you feel this way, you know that, right?” You whimpered, screwing your eyes tight. “But I won’t let ‘em. There’s gonna be no one else good enough for you but me.”

His words. His dick. His scent. Him. All of him, was too much. Your orgasm rose before you even had a chance to sense it. It was just suddenly there, dawning on you like the morning sun. “Oh, my God, Katsuki!” you shouted deliriously, getting closer and closer to that edge again. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna–”

Your voice cut off as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You came all over Bakugou’s cock with a loud moan that tore from your throat, signaling your joyous end. Bakugou never let up. Though he slowed down a bit to let you ride the wave, he never stopped fucking you, even as the sound of your wet pussy grew increasingly and embarrassingly loud. His eyes greedily drank in the way your pussy pulsed around his cock and how creamy his shaft became.

He gripped your thighs against his waist as you finally came down from your high, breathing heavy and staring at him like he was an angel. You smiled at him, stroking his arms lovingly and humming in satisfaction. But he didn’t smile at you at all. He dark stare he drilled you with made you almost afraid.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, giving you a look at his hard dick coated in your cream. “Turn around and get on all fours,” he ordered. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” You blinked at him, surprised the suddenly switch of his personality. Regardless, you still hurried to position yourself to his liking on your jell-O legs. He smacked your ass harshly, making you squeak. “Hurry the fuck up,” he growled impatiently.

You bit your lip to hide your excited smile as you planted your hands and knees into the mattress. You felt Bakugou behind you, his cock nudging your oversensitive clit. You bit your lip at the feeling, toes curling. “Move that ass around,” he growled. Heat traveled throughout your body as you arched your back and threw your ass around to his liking, winding your hips and causing his dick to slide against your clit more.

Bakugou sharply inhaled at the sight of you, urging you on more. “That’s it, mama. Do that just for me. Shit, I’d make it rain on you if I had my wallet on me.” You giggled, shivering at the feeling of his big, warm hand laying on your ass cheek. “Thank you, daddy,” you breathed, your voice reduced to a soft whisp.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against your cheek as he softly slapped his dick against your pussy. Whimpers fell from your lips. His hand then crawled up your neck and gripped your throat, making you gasp. “Grip the sheets tight, babe,” he whispered to you, “‘cause I’m not gonna be gentle.”

You smiled, arching your back more for him. You wanted this. You wanted him. “Don’t be. Fuck me up, baby.” With a growl and a smack on your ass, he gripped his cock and sheathed himself inside of you once more. He barely gave you time to adjust to being filled again before he was rocking his hips into you, dicking you all the way down.

You mouth flew open as sparks of pleasure shot deep into you, your eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. “Oh, my God!” you practically screamed to the Lord above you, silently thanking him for this.

Bakugou cackled down at your reaction, putting up his leg on the bed for better leverage as he gripped your hips, fingering digging into your flesh. “I told you I wouldn’t be gentle,” he grunted with each thrust, “but you just had to push it. You just love being a teasing little slut, don’t you, hm? You love pro Dynamight’s little slut.”

He smacked your ass hard, the sharp sound cutting through the air. “Say it!” he hollered. “Tell me you like it!” Your head dropped to face the mattress, the feeling of him fucking you doggystyle too much. “I-I love it!” you whined aloud. “I love being yours!”

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip your chin, forcing you to look up. He leaned forward, pressing his dick deeper into you. “Yeah, you do,” he breathlessly chuckled into your ear. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do. None of them extras can make you feel like this. No one could ever stroke that pretty pussy like me.”

He fucked you just like that–deep and rough, never giving you any more than you could took. You took it all, so glad to be his. “No one!” you cried. “No one can fuck me like you do!” You knew it was true. No one could make you feel like this: so free and so unashamed. You wanted to be his slut. His baby girl. His toy. His everything.

Your emotions got the best of you and you found yourself grinding yourself back into his cock, desperate for that third release of the night. “‘Bout to cum!” you sobbed. “Gonna cum again!”

Bakugou fucked you faster, drilling into your pussy again and again, pushing you towards that finish line. “Cum again for me, baby!” he ordered you loudly, his voice bouncing off your bedroom walls. “I’ve fucking got you! Cum all over this dick!”

You did. Fuck, you did. You came all over his dick the way he demanded you to, hard. This orgasm shook you, ripping your voice from your throat and causing your body to spasm uncontrollably against Bakugou’s hold. You could feel your cum drip down your thighs, probably messing up your comforter big time. But you didn’t give a fuck. That sedated feeling your orgasm gave you and the musky scent of Bakugou’s cologne didn’t allow you to.

Exhausted, your arms gave you and you planted face first into your bed. Bakugou laughed as he slid out of you, causing you to whimper weakly. He hovered over you, pressing his lips to your ear. “Tired, baby?” he murmured softly to you, his hand soothingly stroking your back. You nodded wordlessly, body and pussy aching from the vigorous activity.

Then the man did a complete 180. “No, the fuck you’re not,” he growled. “Not yet.” Before you could question his motives, he was flipped your ass over, prying your legs apart, and settling between them. Your eyes widened at his still-hard dick now nudging at your clit and sensitive opening. How the fuck hadn’t he cum yet?!

You couldn’t question it for long because he was sliding inside of you once more. As he did, he forced your legs and arms to wrap around him as his hands cupped your ass, fully sitting you down onto his cock as he straddled you. Your eyes widened and aa string of moans left your lips as he began to fuck you deep, hard, and rough into your mattress like he was trying hard to put a baby in you.

Was Dynamight really folding your ass into a fucking mating press?

His plump lips kissed all over your face as he fucked you silly, his big, muscular body pressing into you. “No one else, right?” he huffed, his breath fanning your face. “No other man can give you dick like this?”

He swallowed your words with his mouth, his wet lips and tongue moving sloppily over yours. “Say it, slut!” he growled against your lips. “Tell me whose you are! Who’s fucking you like this?”

“Katsuki!” you screamed to the heavens, saying a silent apology to your neighbors for the noise. You were losing it now, tears dripping down your face and pussy spasming around his cock plummeting deeper and deeper into your wet depths. “Can’t…can’t do it! Too much!”

“Goin’ dumb, honey?” he chuckled hotly. “Is my little baby goin’ stupid from this dick?” He leaned away from you and took your ankles into his hands, plunging into you deeper than you were sure was humanly possible. “Too bad. You’re gonna cum for me again. You can do it, babe. I know you can. You’re already takin’ this dick like a champ.”

A sob left your lips, overwhelmed by the feeling and the sight of Bakugou. He was a picture of perfection; a wet dream carved by solid stone. Your hand went for his abs, his fingers lying flat on the planes of his toned stomach. You weren’t sure if you could cum again. Your pussy was crying, not sure either.

“Come on now,” he softly urged you. “Be a good girl and cum for me again. Last one, I promise…” He grunted, his face screwing up and triggering something inside of you. “‘Cause I’m about to cum too.”

That seemed to do the trick because you felt that familiar knot begin to loosen for the fourth time tonight. Bakugou really was going to make you cum four times in a row. You gripped him close, wanting him to feel this moment, wanting to be closer, just as you felt yourself beginning to unravel once more. “Oh, God!” you cried. “Katuski! C-Cumming! I’m…I’m…”

“Fuck, you just got so tight!” Bakugou raspily whined, drilling you desperately now. “I’m gonna cum too, baby. Cum so deep inside you…” You nodded frantically, bouncing in his arms as he bounced you up and down on his cock that swelled inside of you, hitting that spot again and again. “Do it!” you pleaded to him. “Cum for me, daddy! Make me yours and only yours! Please!”

And then it happened: you came for the fourth time that night, seeing nothing but the universe and Bakugou’s eyes. Your cum sprayed and dripped all over him, flowing down his balls that finally emptied into you despite the rubber.

Strings of your name and shit, oh, my god, fuck, fuck, fuck fell from his luscious lips in the most delicious, orgasmic, raspy moans you’d ever heard as he came. He gripped your body to him like you were the most precious thing that existed. To him, you hoped you were.

You were seeing and feeling heaven for a moment, and even as it began to fade, you still held a piece of it as Bakugou slumped onto you but not enough to crush you. He rocked his hips a little slower before finally stilling, exhausted and coated in sweat. He breathed heavily against you, cradling you to him. You smiled into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bakugou gave you one more feeble squeeze of your breast, finally slid out of you, and tossed the ruined condom in the trashcan beside your bed. After he carried you to the bathroom since you could barely walk and let you pee, he dug into the covers and helped you under them. You sighed as the cool sheets and soft mattress hit your clammy skin. Bakugou settled in next to you, one arm behind his head while the other wrapped around your waist.

“Shit,” he breathlessly chuckled. “You tuckered me out, girl. I haven’t cum that hard in a minute.”

“Mmm…” you hummed tiredly, eyes fluttering shut. You leaned your head against his hard chest, the sound of his slowing heartbeat lulling you to sleep. “That was so nice.”

Bakugou glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Just nice?” You would’ve said much more, but sleep was knocking at your door, demanding you open it. He seemed to notice you slipping away because he smiled down at you, chuckling softly. “Tired?”

“Mmm…” You weren’t even sure if you answered him or not as your eyes got heavier and heavier. “Damn, I fucked you that good?” he cackled, his chest rumbling as he did. You smiled at the sound and at the feeling of his hand stroking your side. “Close your eyes, baby. Snuggle up tight against me.”

You did so, wanting to be as close to him as possible. You didn’t want him to go. If this was just a dream, you were desperate to hang onto it. “That’s it,” he softly cooed, his voice becoming more muffled and distant the deeper you fell into sleep. “Get some rest. I’ll ask you again tomorrow when you wake up.”

You slowly nodded and were suddenly knocked out, but not before feeling Bakugou’s lips kiss your forehead and the sound of his deep voice in your ear, whispering your name like a lullaby:

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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