#like he didn’t just melt ur brain entirely

[hungharrington]

Lol I feel like Steve is the kind of guy to be over the moon the first time he makes you cum…just like wow! I did that! Lemme try again maybe ;)) Hehehe

GKFJDHDHF ‘over the moon’ anon i don’t think u meant to make this as funny as you did 😭

imagine though… he makes u cum on his fingers and is like wow that was great! and licks them :) it’s giving golden retriever energy like he’s so pleased with himself, glowing and happy and horny and while you’re completely spent, panting on his sheets, he’s like woooooah - so can i do it again? please?

[gimmethatagustd]

morals on sundays | myg

You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

○ Pairing: BFF!Yoongi x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Friends with benefits, angst, smut, fluff

○ 6 / 100 Drabble Challenge (FWB)

○ Word Count: 2,177

○ Warnings: MC's boyfriend cheated on her, post-breakup blues, questionable decision making, fingering so good you'll try to run away from it, pussy eating, too much tongue sucking probably, Yoongi is a boob guy, they have matching Spongebob and Patrick coffee mugs so why aren't they married?? Idiots

○ Notes: Shout out to @sailoryooons for also writing about a daegu boy eating pussy tonight 😌 And, as usual, I wrote this with scrambled eggs for brains and didn't proofread it, so if you see any errors, no you didn't

○ Post Date: January 22, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? Imported - Jessie Reyez ft. 6LACK

Lately, you’ve felt like disappearing – not into a crowded city street in another country or down an unlit dirt road into the unknown, but into the warm folds of Yoongi’s hoodie. You’re already halfway there, with your fingers interlaced with his, shoved into the large front pocket, and your face tucked into his shoulder. 

“Fuck, I hate taking the bus,” he curses, his words turning into a cloud that disappears into the cold air. 

“How much time do we have?” 

Yoongi turns his head, and his lips briefly touch the cold curve of your ear. 

“You’re mumbling. What’d you say?”

“How much time until it comes?” You squint up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder. It’s too warm here to want to move. 

“Can’t check the app on my phone unless you give me my hands.” 

“No.” 

Yoongi chuckles and jostles your head by bobbing his shoulders. 

“I thought our date would cheer you up.” His complaint is playful, eyes sparkling in the streetlights when he returns his gaze to the empty road. You should have gotten a taxi. 

“I’m gonna die alone. Doesn’t matter how much late-night pizza I eat or how many stupid action movies I watch,” you grumble into Yoongi’s shoulder. 

“Even when the action movie lead has a super hot sex scene that’s poorly timed and irrelevant to the plot?” 

“Nope.”

“Even when the coolest guy on the entire planet was the one who took you?” Yoongi smiles cheekily, his gaze back on you. He wiggles his shoulders again, hard enough to bounce your head. 

Annoyed, you straighten up, hands still shoved in his pockets. The movie wasn’t that bad. The pizza was actually great. You’re just depressed. 

“I didn’t think it would take this long…” You whisper into the little space between your body and Yoongi’s. He knows you aren’t talking about the bus. 

Yoongi squeezes your hands inside his hoodie. The rest of you might be freezing in the winter night air, but at least Yoongi keeps your hands warm. He keeps your heart warm, too, with his sincere gaze when he looks at you. 

“You were too good for him.” 

Yoongi’s right. He’s always right. 

You’re sufficiently frozen by the time the bus finally arrives. Yoongi pays for you both because he’s trying to make life easy. No bumps in the road, no unnecessary stress. He lets you sit in a window seat so you can stare out at the blurry night scenery and have your sad main character moment for as long as it takes to get to your apartment. 

Once you arrive, he follows you inside and heads straight to the kitchen while you slump down the hall to your bedroom. The cold seeps so deeply into your bones that the sweatpants and sweater you change into barely help increase your body temperature. 

Maybe it’s because the sweatpants and sweater are your ex-boyfriend’s, and the universe wants to keep your body as cold as his heart was. 

In the kitchen, Yoongi uses a wooden spoon to stir hot chocolate in a small pot, your favorite kind that comes in a block of chocolate that melts with milk. It’s likely been years since Yoongi has made you hot chocolate. Cozy winter nights indoors were once commonplace, the two of you alternating between apartments to make each other snacks and treat cuddles like currency. The appearance of your ex put an end to the comfort you shared with Yoongi. It put an end to most things that brought you comfort. 

As you expect, Yoongi has two mugs out on the counter. You reach for yours, twisting it in your hands as you wait for him to finish. 

“Remember when Spongebob tried to become best friends with Squidward instead of Patrick?” Yoongi asks, turning off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour hot chocolate into his pink mug, then pours some into your yellow one. 

“Yes.” 

“He was Squidward. I’m just mad I didn’t get to blow up his house–” Yoongi laughs and nearly spills his drink when you smack him in the arm, “–with bubbles! With bubbles. I’m not homicidal.” 

Rolling your eyes, you set down your mug next to Yoongi’s, both drinks too hot to drink quickly. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, hooking your finger into his hoodie pocket and tugging lightly, the action absentminded. You keep your eyes cast downward because you don’t want him to see your tears if they run. “I’m sorry I’ve been in such a shitty mood. I know it’s been a while, but, it just… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him, and everything fucking hurts…” 

Yoongi slips his fingers under your sleeve and circles your wrist, pulling your hand away from his pocket so he can lace your fingers together. They’re so much warmer now, defrosted by the heat blasting through your apartment and Yoongi’s hot chocolate. 

“Maybe you could start by not wearing his clothes?” Yoongi offers quietly. “Can’t imagine it’s easy to get over someone when you keep them on your body like that.” 

You sniffle and nod. Again, Yoongi is always right. 

“Easier said than done…” you mumble, giving him a weak smile when you finally meet his eyes. There’s something there in his expression, something that seems different. 

You don’t move away when Yoongi steps closer, even when he has you backed against the counter, even when you feel like you’re going to swallow your heart. 

“I could take them off for you,” Yoongi says softly. He lets go of your sleeve to pinch the hem of your sweater, tugging it lightly. “If you can’t do it, I can.” 

“Yeah?” You feel out of breath, maybe because you suck in your stomach when Yoongi’s fingers brush against it. 

“Yeah,” he echoes, fingers sliding along your ribs as he pushes your sweater up. “So you can get over him.” 

It’s a terrible idea, but your stomach flutters when he looks at you with sleepy eyes weighed down by the late hour and lust. He bites his bottom lip, and you feel your resolve slip as easily as Yoongi’s fingers do beneath your clothes. 

“I want to.” The declaration is desperate, and for a moment, you can’t do anything but stare into Yoongi’s eyes with an all-consuming sadness that eats at your insides, gnawing on bones and biting holes into your lungs. “God, Yoongi, I want to.” 

Yoongi touches his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes because he’s too close and you’re too much of a coward. 

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers. His voice is as gentle as his hands on your bare waist, his thumbs caressing your sensitive skin. 

You raise your arms for Yoongi to pull off your sweater. He’s confident when he squeezes your tits, doesn’t even seem caught off guard when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under the sweater. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples as he leans in to kiss you, his tongue tasting sweet from the hot chocolate when he flicks it against yours. 

“Yoongi,” you call out with an airy sigh that harmonizes nicely with the sound of him sucking open-mouthed kisses down your neck. 

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums against the base of your throat, the vibration sending a tingling sensation straight to your clit. He keeps one hand on the counter beside your waist, caging you in, while his other hand cups your pussy over your sweatpants. 

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands immediately finding Yoongi’s firm shoulders when he starts rubbing your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers lower to press against your entrance, soaking the fabric. 

“These are his, too, right?” 

“Y-yes,” you moan as Yoongi pulls down your sweatpants, taking your underwear with them. 

You can’t say you never thought about how attractive Yoongi is; it’s hard to ignore. It’s just that Yoongi is your best friend. If anything were to happen between the two of you, you don’t know if you’d be able to survive losing him, too. You love him. 

But you also love your ex. 

It’s hard to think about that, though, with two of Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. They’re long, reaching deeper than your own can when you finger yourself, always late at night when you’re lonely. It never feels good after. The clarity always seems to hit too quickly, like being dunked in a pool of ice water. 

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since another person touched you, since you found out your ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you. You didn’t realize how much you missed it until you’ve got your head thrown back and your thighs quivering as Yoongi fucks you with his fingers. You nearly climb up the counter, both wanting him to touch you more and trying to get away because it’s too good. 

Your ex never searched for the spot that would make your legs shake, but Yoongi does. He curls his fingers against your front wall and keeps up his rhythm, moving with your body when you can’t control where it goes. 

“Fuck, right there.” You’re burning up, veins turned to lava that’s rushing toward your core as Yoongi fucks you closer and closer to your orgasm until you’re on the verge of tears because you haven’t been touched in so long and you’re so lonely and you weren’t good enough. You weren’t enough. 

“Wanna make you cum,” Yoongi groans, deep and gravelly, between licking a stripe up your tits and sucking your nipples. 

“Please,” you moan, “Please, I’m so close.” 

Your arousal gushes around his fingers, slicking them up and making your pussy squelch when Yoongi flutters them inside you. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, almost too hard. It stops you from bucking your hips, but you can barely stand as it is. 

Yoongi’s lips are back on yours, red from sucking your nipples until it hurt. He whispers against your lips and opens his mouth to let you suck on his tongue with a pathetic whimper. 

“Not yet, though.” 

“Wha– Yoongi, no–” It’s embarrassing how loudly you cry out when Yoongi slips his fingers out of your pussy. You feel the fire in your core simmer until you’re left with a painfully throbbing clit and your juices smeared on your inner thighs. 

“Shhh, you know I always take care of you.” Yoongi shuts you up with a bite to your bottom lip. He leans down slightly to squeeze the backs of your thighs and hoist you up onto the counter. “Lean back.” 

The cold marble counter sends shivers across your body, but it can’t keep up with the heat of Yoongi’s mouth on your pussy. He kisses your lips so gently that you think you might actually cry before he pushes your thighs back, opening you up. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Yoongi goes straight for your clit, sucking on it as he swirls his tongue around it. You dig your hands into his hair and tug the strands hard enough to make him moan into your pussy. “Use your, use–” 

Yoongi laps at your clit in quick, consistent bursts that fall in line with the tempo he’s fucking you to with two fingers again. His free hand presses against your lower abdomen, keeping your body taunt so you don’t buck into his face or curl inward. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop your legs from shaking when one rests on his shoulder and the other drapes over the crook of his arm. 

It’s messy and loud, Yoongi licking and sucking your pussy like he really is trying to empty your mind of everything but the way the tip of his hot, wet tongue feels swirling your clit and the stretch of his fingers when he slips a third inside you and focuses on massaging the sensitive part of your walls. It’s working. He completely consumes your senses, down to how gorgeous he looks staring at you from between your thighs. 

Your Yoongi, fingerfucking you and sucking your clit like you’re his favorite meal. 

You try not to bang your head against the counter when you finally cum, instead focusing the overwhelming energy into pulling Yoongi’s hair to keep his face in your pussy.

He continues fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, to the point that you can’t lie still any longer. 

“Yoongi, oh my god, Yoongi, it’s too much,” you whimper and gasp, thighs closing around his head until he finally eases his fingers out of you. 

Strings of your arousal connect his lips with your pussy until he swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, cutting them off. His bangs are pushed off his forehead and his hair sticks up from you pulling on it, but his eyes sparkle and his cheeks are just as rosy as his pink, slicked-up lips. 

“Shit,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning over you on the counter to kiss you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and lets you suck your juices from it. 

You think you taste better on Yoongi’s tongue than on your ex’s. 

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[satoruhour]

very gojo-coded‼️ like if there’s one thing mans cannot do it is keep his hands off you

a/n: UR BRAIN >>> / tagging @jabamin @osaemu @hyomagiri :3

warnings: i guess reader is a little shy in this? fem!reader, a little teasing, use of ‘mama’, pet names, humping, fingering, lovesick gojo, unprotected sex, p -> v sex, creampie / breeding kink, multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

“baby—” you’re quick to retract your statement when you catch your boyfriend trying to relax after a long day of fighting curses, but he’s more holding his head in his hands and just taking a moment in silence for himself. the television only does more than what it’s intended for by providing an annoying canvas of background noise but he’s just too content with finally being back home that he doesn’t care.

he reached home when you were in the shower, a little surprised he didn’t try to teleport himself into the cubicle itself, but you think it’s because he’s exhausted; maybe he needs a little . . de-stressing. gojo hums at your resigned call and doesn’t turn to face you, but you know he knows that you’re surely naked and dripping under your towel, meekly holding a bottle of moisturiser and hoping you wouldn’t have to take another shower with the actions that’s sure to occur.

“what is it, sweets?” gojo asks, head tilted back along the edge of the couch, but he finally tries to turn his head toward you, smiling a little when he sees your figure freezing from the night’s breezes.

“need you to moisturise . .” you mumble, padding over to him before plopping yourself down in front of him. he welcomes you with open arms, wanting to just have you in his embrace for a little while and you fall right into his sweet talking trap. you like it, though, the sweet nothings he tells you as he easily adjusts your body against his larger one, not caring one bit that the shower droplets wet his uniform.

“c’mon, turn your back toward me,” you murmur a soft okay, sucking in a breath when he peels away the towel from your skin. you sigh softly when you feel his nose along your neck, taking in your fresh scent of strawberry shampoo and body wash while his hands massage your shoulders, down to your shoulder blades and to your sides where you jump from the ticklish sensation.

you burn when satoru laughs against your skin, “relaax, sweetheart.”

you’re unaware but gojo tries his best to untangle the knots you’ve developed over the years from endless training and brutal missions, hands working magic on your lower back now as his thumbs continually move over the base of your spine.

“you’re so tight, here.”

“a-ah . . don’t say that, satoru,” you’re anything but innocent, but it is a little upfront the way your boyfriend never fails to talk dirty in entirely mundane situations. while you’re used to it, your body still tenses from the lewdness and suddenness of it; you’re at a loss for words and you melt in gojo’s arms.

“why?” he presses his front into your back, mouth going back to your neck to try to distract you from the actual thing he’s supposed to be doing. with each kiss along your jaw, he can only feel himself get harder. “it’s cute seeing you so shy like this.”

“satoru.” it comes out shaky, “the moisturiser.”

“okay, okay,” he laughs, using his hand to turn your cheek for a small kiss, humming into it, “i’ll get to it, mama.”

the both of you are only trying to play the part — you, the clueless one receiving a moisturising job at the places you can’t reach on your back. gojo, the ever-loving boyfriend who drops everything to help you. he giggles again when you yelp at the coldness of the liquid before he starts to spread it; he does his job dutifully, at least, rubbing it into the far ends of your shoulders right to the centre where you struggle. like earlier, he takes pride in his larger hands, rubbing and squeezing at your back as he massages the moisturiser in.

“anything else you need me to help ya with?” the voice behind you surprises you again, arms now gliding along your sides to wrap around you, “maybe . .”

“are you really gonna make me say it—”

gojo giggles into your hair, an innocent action if it wasn’t for the hard-on pressed into your lower back, “it’s only fair i would want my shy baby say what she really wants, it’s always a treat.”

“i’d— uhm,” words sometimes have a hard time leaving your mouth, but even so, the way you tenderly turn around and push him to the sofa all have a scared edge to it. being with gojo made you open up more, but you don’t think your shy disposition has any problems. plus, your boyfriend finds it cute.

your hands make quick work of his pants, pulling away the belt and zipping it down, before you’re palming his bulge softly. he hums at the relief, his encouraging hands all gentle on your arms while you remove his underwear slowly. gojo looks like you’re the most beautiful as you climb on him, freshly showered and back full of sweet-smelling moisturiser, and plop yourself onto his lap. your pussy’s already fairly dripping, small moans leaving both your mouths when your cunt meets with the underside of his cock.

“at least take me out to dinner first,” satoru jokes and laughs even harder when he sees the pout on your face, “c’mere, you.”

before you know it, your hips are already grinding down on his front while he crashes his lips into yours. while his hands are placed on your ass, kneading it and helping you, yours are simultaneously removing his jujutsu uniform, fingers in perfect muscle memory from the many, many times you found yourself making out after gruelling missions. you have to pull away against your will when his hands leave your ass, doing the work yourself as he removes the uniform one arm hole at a time.

“i’ve only rubbed your back and you’re already soaking,” he whispers against your lips once he’s unclothed, lips chasing yours as you only press yourself deeper into him.

“and you’re already hard,” his eyes express pure glee at your words, letting you grind your cunt into his now dripping shaft. you can feel him twitch at the way your folds fit nicely along him, hands periodically squeezing your waist when you move your hips back and forth.

gojo has the luxury of sucking on your neck when your head tilts back at the tantalising feeling, clit bumping against his cock in all kinds of friction while you hump him, fingers losing themselves in his stark white hair that you love so much. tugging and pulling on it, there’s a plethora of sensations that only heighten the lewd situation; your nipples rubbing against his chest, his fingers stealthily playing with your hole, his teeth marking your skin.

“’toru—” you moan into open air, body arching into his hold as he hums in response, bringing your mouth back to him for a rough kiss. you can feel his fingers enter you gently while he swallows your sounds, his own hips also chasing ecstasy against your needy clit. “s’good . .”

one arm tight around your waist and the other pumping his fingers in you, you’re overwhelmed when he starts curling them in your cunt, making you whine out at the spot he’s found. everything about gojo drives you crazy, and it’s clear you do the same to him from the way his length twitches again under you.

“you’re so tight, baby,” he murmurs into the kiss, eyes struggling to stay open from the way you grind against him and push your ass against his digits. you’d expect a smart comment about him saying the exact same thing as earlier but he’s too lost in pleasure to give a shit, “can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

you whimper at the blatant filthiness of his words, pulling away and hiding your burning face in his neck while he only chuckles softly, cut off by a grunt when you clench around him.

“need you to cum, princess,” his fingers reach deeper than any of yours, spreading you and getting you ready for his dick. your hips are working overtime, grinding the most that you can to feel something, anything against your bundle of nerves. paired with the grunts of satoru in your ear and the slickness of your pussy, you can feel yourself getting closer to your climax until— 

“f-fuck . . shit,” gojo’s eyes are squeezed tight when you continue to hump the underside of his shaft while he spills all over himself, fingers faltering while he continues to cum all over himself just from your grinding, a breathless laugh escaping him when all your face held was surprise, “this is what you do t’me.”

the twitch of his cock sends you hurling over the edge as you cum over him as well, thighs closing around him and the grip on his shoulders only strengthens while your cum drips down his fingers  — the declaration of the strongest sorcerer being weak only for you was something you didn’t take lightly, and yet you’re in wonder everyday how it came to be. you let out a surprised shriek when he carries you swiftly, a small question of sofa or bedroom? posed to you before you silently point to the room.

it’s all loving laughter about the abandoned towel, or him walking with his trousers halfway down his legs as he princess carries you there, messy kisses shared before you’re both plopped down and your face is smushed into the pillows (“don’t wanna mess up my moisturising job, now, do we?”).

“fuuck yeah . .” gojo groans once he slips into you, hands holding onto your hips as he eases his cock inch by inch and you’re left to softly moan at the stretch. your hands scramble for sheets and pillows, already clamping down on his shaft like a vice and he hisses. “tryna snap my dick off?”

you giggle as you turn your head so you can at least see him, a drunk smile on your face as you take in your boyfriend: chest glistening from sweat and his usual unkempt hair looking even messier and his mouth dropped open at the feel of your wet pussy.

slowly, his hips set a pace once he’s bottomed out in you, thumbs digging into your lower back and having the opposite effect of his massage from earlier; it’s bound to leave some bruises, but the drag of your cunt along his cock is just too hypnotising. he grinds himself into you, tip just about brushing your g-spot so easily.

“pretty, pretty girl . .” satoru mumbles, eyes trained on you, he admires your silent noises and limp body rocking against the bedsheets before his eyes fall on your centre, a clear sheen of slick along your folds that shines under the moonlight, “with the prettiest cunt.”

the words, as grossly filthy as they are, warms your cheeks as he continues to speed up, hips driving into you so violently you wouldn’t think he loves so softly. his hands span your lower back, triggering your arch and accentuating your ass, mesmerised with how it jiggles each time his hips meet them. but one look back to you and he’s already saying moisturising job be damned because of the lovely curvature of your lips as they fall open in pleasure together with the rolling back of your eyes.

your boyfriend leans against your back, one elbow supporting his body while he just has to litter your nape with kisses as he continues to rail you. you’re blessed with his incoherent words, only making you wetter and more pliant for him. your hips start to move back against him, too, and your hands try your best at cradling his face.

“s’good, s’full, ’toru,” you mumble, eyes barely keeping open as his fat cock stretches you and sends you reeling with each brush of his tip along your spots, “love it s’much, love you.”

he coos at his baby, body flush against yours while he muffles you with his love and lust. and while satoru has stamina, your lower back begins to hurt and he lets you lower yourself down to the bed, grinning at the feel of the sheets that smell like him.

“you feelin’ better?” he smooths his fingers along your back, and he knows you nod without even looking at him because he just knows you that well, “well, good, ’cause—”

gojo re-enters you with one hand spreading you and the other guiding his cock into you, the position only emphasising your thighs and your ass and the squeeze of his length is too good. he pulls your cheeks apart just to look at how you take him, pussy spread to accommodate him.

“’cause you feel too damn good for me not to be in ya for even a sec.” he grunts as he pushes in and you only suck in a breath at it, wiggling your butt back into his for him to start moving. his eyes fixate on your tight cunt, lost in a trance as he starts up a moderate speed, but he makes sure to thrust all up into you.

“touch yourself for me, baby,” he mumbles out, groaning when you push your butt high enough for your hand to slip in. he can feel you rubbing your clit, eyes fluttering close from the overstimulating sensation that all that falls from your lips are satoru, satoru, satoru.

“just like that, that’s it, mama,” gojo watches your expression, hips stuttering at having witnessed your beauty in such a lewd place, “wan’ me to cum in you? hm?”

you unconsciously nod, more whines falling from your lips and babbles that just shows him how fucked out you are. “i’ll need my princess to cum first, though . .” and he takes over just like that: one hand next to your face and the other swatting your hand to replace the messy circles you’ve been rubbing into your puffy clit.

“want to feel her — fuckin’ hell — clench around me, want her to cum all over my cock,” he speaks through gritted teeth, slapping your pussy briefly and you cry out in pleasure, “can you do that, sweetness?”

your eyes scrunch in euphoria, “yes, yes, satoru—” every breath you take is a struggle and every word you speak is slurred, grasping onto his wrist for an anchor and try to angle your head, “w’nna cum, i’m gonna cum, baby—”

“’toru—!” you see white before you can feel it, tearing just a bit at the intense feeling and hiding as much as you can behind his wrist as his other hand increases his speed on your clit. it happens all too fast; the slap of his pelvis against yours and the clear, audible sound of your pussy dripping and the precise thrusts in how he rams into you.

“that’s it, there we gooo . .” gojo coos when you cum silently, little pants and mewls leaving your mouth as your body convulses around him. your cunt’s gripping onto his cock so harshly he has trouble moving but it’s fine considering the way he gets to see you come undone by his doing. you’re gushing all over him, a small squeal leaving you when he pinches your clit playfully.

he slows a little just to let you ride out your orgasm, clear in the way you continue to grind back against him but soon he’s picking it up again and you’re left to hold tight onto his arm as he uses your body to reach his high. your gummy walls were just too warm and gripping onto him so well, and when you’re holding so gently onto his arm, filling you up is all he can think about.

“gonna c—” a loud groan sounds out from satoru when his thrusts are interrupted by his orgasm; all it took was one involuntary clench from you to get him to empty himself in you, sensitive tip spurting ropes and ropes of cum deep into you as he paints your insides white, “take it. take it deep in ya, mama.”

you moan softly at the obscene words and later, at the obscene noises of how he pulls himself out of you and you can hear your mixed juices coalesce and drip onto the sheets below you. although, before satoru can make a funny joke or kiss you, you’re knocked out cold on the bed sheets.

“passing out on me?” is all is says with a laugh, turning you over and gives you a spare pillow to cuddle before he leaves you with a forehead kiss and a promise to clean you up just like you deserve.

[princessbrunette]

just thinkin about pope n innocent!reader,,, and her calling him daddy while he has her on her lap stuffing her w his fingers :( just thinking…

also, could i please be 📝 anon? :) i loovee ur writing

✧˖°.🩰✧˖°.

pope liked to reward good behaviour. he found positive reinforcement worked well with you, and was happy to use that to his advantage as it kept the two of you content.

if you were to make a good suggestion to the pogues, you were rewarded with something small and quiet as acknowledgement to your deed, like a kiss on the temple or a reassuring smile and nod. if you were to go out of your way to do something kind or helpful, like bringing him food when he’d forgotten to eat — or sewing up his shirt that got ripped on a pogue mission, you’d be rewarded with copious praise and affection, calling you his ‘good girl’ which seemed to be your favourite, melting like putty in his hands each and every time.

now these were things he did naturally, for nothing in return, purely because he wanted to. but it didn’t go unnoticed that the sweeter he was on his girl, the softer and more vulnerable you’d become — stripping you down to your most true self. he wanted you, wanted all of you— so he’d keep going, keep praising to work you out. you were popes favourite thing to study.

when you’d been consistently well behaved through the entire day, even when odds were against you — he’d often help you unwind with your favourite type of reward, having you on his lap with his long skilful fingers deep inside.

“i know, i know. how’s it feel when it rub you like this, hm? can you talk to me?” he used his softest tone on you, not the voice he uses to sark at jj or argue against john b’s outrageous plans. he was his softest, most relaxed with you — and he loved that you brought that out of him.

“i—i like it, m’gonna cum soon.” you wail but it’s muffled into the smooth skin of his shoulder muscle, the plane that had been bearing all of your pleased tears and sounds.

“thats good, bambie. gonna keep rubbing that pretty clit just like this okay?” he lilts his voice gently, tilting his head when you don’t respond, too focused on breathing out heavy breaths against him. he noses at your cheek, craning down to try and get your eyes on him. “okay?” he repeats and you screw your eyes shut, nodding.

“‘kay, daddy.” you release with a held breath. he’s kind of glad your eyes were shut, because it catches him off guard for a second, blinking down at you as he continues to work his fingers inside you, thumb resting over your button.

daddy.

he couldn’t say he was surprised that you were into that kind of thing, infact — jj had in a way predicted it in once when the two of them were out on the boat fishing. something along the lines of “nah dude she’s real sweet. i see why you like ‘er. got the whole innocent, ‘daddy please fuck me’ thing goin’ on, ‘ya know?” now at the time, pope had been too preoccupied with scolding jj over being vulgar about his girl to entertain the conversation, but now it was coming back to him and he realised he was right.

it definitely made sense. bad relationship with your own father which had wound you up in his arms— someone calm, nurturing, enforces gentle rules and guidance, teaches you new stuff. even away at college before he met you he was a magnet to a certain demographic of girl, one who needed a gentle demeanour and occasional firm hand.

he wracks his brain for what to say as he drops a long kiss to your forehead, blinking rapidly as thoughts fire off. he wants to please you, wants to be that for you— and for once he hadn’t done his ample research beforehand to really support you through it. he decides on something simple, trying it out.

“daddies right here, let it go for me, pretty girl.” he’s more of a natural than he realised, and as if he flipped some sort of switch— you gasp, clutching onto him hard as he feels you gush around his fingers in a water-fall like consistency.

you slur a bunch of nonsense against his skin as he shushes you kindly, ears pricking up and heat rising to his face and cock each time the word ‘daddy’ comes out muffled against his shoulder. if daddy was what you needed, daddy was what you’d get. he better get studying.

✧˖°.🩰✧˖°.

[iwaasfairy]

congratulations on your 15k milestone fairy!!!! i’m such a fan of every single one of ur fics, I’ve been here ever since u started publishing mirror and indelible and it’s been such an amazing ride!!! ur the best fairy, hope u reach 150k now ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

for the event maybe could u make megumi + stepcest? make it as dark as u wish haha <3~

:<<< I have a very sad kitty image that I wanna put in here but I can’t buT iMMMM Big emOtional yOUre so swEEETTTT

tw (step)cest, jealousy, manipulation

Megumi knows he has you wrapped around his finger. It’s not particularly hard to see in the first place, watching you ‘hmm’ and gawk each time you do as he asks. He doesn’t think that you’re stupid, but you are naive, and just like the lot of them - you didn’t get enough attention from daddy. Ever since Tsumiki moved out, you’ve become even more clingy, sticky and pushy with your affection.

“You know that’s not going to stop me, right?” He asks, and watches how your big eyes flutter up at him like you’re trying to take a shutter the sight and print it into your brain. It takes a few seconds for your pout to appear, and heat to start prickling on the tip of your nose and ears.

“‘M not trying to stop you,” the hands you had wrapped around your tits to protect your modesty drop, as you glance down and step out of your panties too. “It’s cold in here, niichan~”

Megumi clicks his tongue, before putting the toothbrush back into the glass. He can do that later. “Then get into the bath already, shitty sister. I don’t know why you’re twirling around here in the first place.” He can’t help the snappy tone when it comes to you, truly, he does try. But the meaner he is, the softer you become. And how’s a man supposed to ignore your glittering puppy-dog eyes? He truly can’t.

“Are you getting in too?” you patiently ask, sliding into the hot water with slightly wobbly legs, like you’re a baby fawn taking its first steps. Megumi never really felt called to be a protector… but you are something else entirely.

His answer comes before the thought. “Of course I am. Move over.” You do, and he strips down and gets in like he says - but instead of any of this calming his hard-on, he’s only getting harder when your skin slides up against his and you sway the water when you get comfortable against his chest, dropping your head back onto his shoulder. “Gotta clean you up. Move your arms.” And his hands follow, kneading the soft skin of your tits with slightly rough touches.

“Nii nii?” He responds with only a hum, and runs his hands down your body a few times to slide your legs apart so he can fit a hand in between and trail his fingers over your pussy, putting more pressure on your covered clit until you start to melt against him a little. After a few soft gasps, you turn your face to hide against his throat. “Did you use to take baths with Tsumiki neechan too?” Your voice is too soft to make out any true undertone, but he still feels a slight smile tug at his mouth corners.

“Hah?” Of course he didn’t. While he appreciates both your older sister, he’s pretty sure she would have killed him if he had tried. She might still kill him if she finds out what dirty thoughts he’s put into your head now, too. Only you could be doe-eyed and obedient enough to let your big brother trick you into playing with your tits and pussy after hours. He pinches your clit between thumb and pointer until you squeak, and it sends you slipping down and out of his touch with a frown.

“‘Gumi niichan~ That hurts!” Your bottom lip wobbles as you stare at him, and more heat starts collecting on your cheeks until you look all flushed and drowsy and a little bit too distracted.

“That’s what you get for asking stupid questions.” He keeps your eyes for a second, before you finally look away in embarrassment and run a hand over your eyes. But when you try to get up, he pulls you back down into him and sloshing the water around more. “Hey, what- are you jealous?”

“No, ‘m not jealous!” You’re convincing exactly no one. And his grip on your wrist stays even though you try to wrong loose, before you eventually give up and you blink away tears. “God, let go, niichan. I don’t like you.” He takes hold of your head and pulls you closer until you’re nose to nose and he’s unable to keep the slight smile from showing up on his face.

“Gimme one kiss, c’mon.” You give him the saddest, most pitiful peck - before he leans in more and squeezes your face. “A proper kiss.” Those long lashes almost brush his when you look up at him and suck your bottom lip. But be it wanting to be done quicker, or actual want, you go back in and let him capture your mouth with his until he can push his tongue between your lips and force them open. Until you’re relaxing against his hold on you and your tits get pressed to his chest - slumped against the naked body of your own big brother.

After a bit of letting you kiss him back, he taps your cheek. “Get onto your knees, we gotta clean me too. You do it so well with that pretty mouth, right?’

[weskin-time]

rubbing my hands evilly like a little man. making out w stars wesker in his office. that is all. i love ur work sm <3

YOU HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN ANON!! and thank you :3 ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Sorry that this is a tad short!!

not beta read as always

The blinds were closed, more than half of the people in the office were out for lunch, and yet you were still in the station. You don’t fully remember how you went from enjoying your lunch with your boyfriend in his office to being sat on his desk, him caging you in against him.

Albert Wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips on your own in a starving manner. He was rough with his kisses, his lips pressing up against your own, overwhelming you with the force. His entire being wrapped around you and you forgot you were in his office at work, his scent of his cologne made you dizzy as you kissed him back just as hard, your hands flying to wrap around his neck and your fist clenching onto his slicked back hair on his neck. His left arm moved to your waist, sliding you closer to him on the desk, making your hips touch as your legs spread to accommodate him, your calves wrapped around his hips pulling him closer in turn.

He pulled away from you suddenly, leaving you gasping and him trying to recover from the heated kisses he started, his glasses off and his blue eyes bore into yours with an emotion that sent a shock through your body.

“Dearheart, i’m afraid we’re going to have to cut this short.” He panted and left you a little confused. Maybe it was from being lightheaded thanks to the kiss but you cocked your head to the side.

“If we keep this up I won’t be able to stop myself.”

To help make his point his ground his hips into yours making your notice a hardness in his pants you somehow didn’t notice before. Your eyes went wide and heat rushed to your face, you wanted to continue so bad but you were still at work, the STARS unit might return soon from their lunch break and there’s no way they wouldn’t notice something. You searched his eyes still panting as you tried to wire your brain back into shape to make a choice, that or you were waiting for his next move to decide what the two of you would do you weren’t quite sure.

The sound of the door knob jiggling was your first warning, a millisecond and it registered in your brain what was going on, it shocked itself back into a non putty melted glob of meat and you pushed Albert away from you and he backed up like you had burned him. The door swung open and there stood Jill Valentine.

You tried to play it cool like you weren’t almost about to fuck your boss/boyfriend in his office by fixing your uniform and wrapping one ankle around the other. Wesker seemed to have the same idea by putting his sunglasses back on and running a hand through his blond hair to fix the damage you did to it.

Jill sauntered in, sending you a little glare with her eyes but a small smile tugged at her lips betraying her cold gaze, teasing you, her gaze flicked between you and the captain as he sat down in his chair with you still placed on the side of the desk. Your lucky you and here were very close friends or you would have melted into a puddle on the floor from the embarrassment, if Chris had walked in or Barry or gods forbid Rebecca you would have exploded on the spot.

“Here’s the report of last week you wanted after break.” Jill dropped some papers off on his desk. Albert sniffed and chocked out a thank you as she turned around and began to leave but she lingered at the door before turning her head around and looking back at you two over her shoulder.

“And I hope you know this isn’t a sound proof room.” She glanced at you, “Lucky I was the only one in the office.”

The door shutting was louder than normal as your embarrassment settled around the room.

[lookismfanfics]

hi i luv ur fics 🖤 just wanted to ask if it's possible for a gun x reader fluff?? tyty 🖤🖤🖤

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 )?)

Gun x GN Reader

🖤

Brushing back unkept hair, smoothing out the worry lines that creased his forehead, kissing the crown of his head, brushing your nose against his.

Jonggeon was caught completely transfixed on you. His gaze didn’t flicker; his attention didn’t waver. His entire focus was on you.

Your fingers reached deep into the thick roots of his hair, and you smiled. Gun was relaxing into your touch. You figure you should try to ignore the obvious vulnerability he’s displaying; but the opportunity to see this side of him doesn’t come often. You catch yourself staring back, although the realization hardly wavers your focus.

“Okay…” you stare down into his eyes as he relaxes on your lap, his head smushed comfortably between your thighs. “Is it… a verb?”

Gun signs heavily, closing his eyes for a moment before nodding, “It can be.”

“Sometimes a verb…” you wrack your brain for any words like that.

Your fingers curl around the silky strands of his dark hair. The warmth of his body melds with yours naturally… even though domestic moments like these are rare between the two of you.

You continue to think, your eyes roaming around the room for any hints or ideas. Your gaze wanders over the fluffy white rug the two of you lay on; scours over the surface of the sleek glass table; examines the china on the mantle.

The sun feels warm on against your bodies, with golden rays just short of swallowing you up. Sun; mantle; china; table; rug.

“Can it also be a noun?” You ask flatly, staring down at Gun once again. He nods, a hint of a smirk toying at the corners of his mouth.

You frown, letting your fingers slide against his jawline. Words jumble through your head… but you can’t think of much.

Slide?

Noun. An object commonly found on a playground.

Verb. The act of moving downwards along a smooth surface without stopping.

You release a heavy sigh, “Slide?”

Gun’s eyes, previously closed, re-open. His white irises dilating as he scrutinizes you. You watch his lips curve into a snarl, but before you can “take back” your answer he’s already responded.

“Slide? That’s not quite the response I was looking for. Try something a little less stupid.” You resume petting his hair, but not without glaring at him. “Rude. Anyways- fine…”

A few minutes later and you still haven’t come up with a response. Gun is sure to be patient with you… but he seems to understand you won’t be picking up on the word any time soon.

“My word was ‘love’. Good try though.”

Your forehead rests against his as you ‘tsk’ into his ear. This game the two of you have kept up for the past ten minutes is finally starting to get boring.

“Okay- last word,” you whisper, pulling away from him to think it over. Lots of words come to mind when it comes to Gun. Silly, stupid things.

Gun- like his name. Pistol- a spin-off of his name.

Insides jokes come to mind… words like “freezer” and “icecream” in memory of the time you stored your ice cream in the fridge and it all melted.

Words like vanilla… the scent you wore on your first unofficial date.

Unorthodox- like your fighting style. (He was very attracted to the way you threw dirty punches.)

You close your eyes and try to invent some crazy complicated word to stump him. After all- his word had been “love”, and it stalled you for a solid five minutes.

Love…

A feeling.

Redamancy. That was a word you had read in some old textbook.

The act of fully returning said feeling.

You brush your knuckles against the side of Gun’s face as he adjusts his position. His toned back rubs against your legs uncomfortably, but you’re too busy hiding your smirk to tell him off.

“Okay. I got my word.”

Redamancy.

Gun sits up, turning to face you. You tilt your head to admire that handsome face you love so much. He stares back at you, a smirk molded onto his lips, confidence emitting from his body. He stares back into your eyes that he’s always secretly admired, despite your off-hand remarks that they weren’t anything special… and you wished they were different.

Gun begins to guess, asking simple and straightforward questions. Per usual. “Is it a noun?” Bulls-eye. You try not to give anything away, nodding sporadically in reply.

“Is it a long word…?” “Medium-long.”

A long pause. You watch as his face contorts into puzzlement. “It’s just a noun?”

You nod.

“Reindeer?”

You shake your head.

“Sexual?”

“Gun…” you warn, shaking your head.

He deadpans, listing off any words that come to mind. Twenty minutes later (or at least it felt like it) and you’re kissing his cheeks to get him to shut up.

“Come on dude just ask for a hint~” you mumble. Maybe you should’ve chosen the word stubborn. Or competitive. Both would’ve been accurate descriptions of Gun Park. “Did you make up a word?” He asks with evident irritation. You shake your head.

“Gun…” you wrap your arms around his large frame, staring at him seriously. “I’m just gonna tell you the word, okay?”

You make eye contact. In that moment you feel your heartbeat quicken.

“The word was redamancy.”

“That’s not a word,” his scowl deepens.

“Oh yeah…?”

You rise from the floor, throwing him a finger-heart. “Your last word was love. My word is redamancy. Look it up in a dictionary.”

A/N: And I realize this might not have been the type of fluff you meant. This might’ve been totally off. You might’ve wanted something fluffier- and I apologize 💔 I tried lol

Thank you for the request though anon! Message me back if this was okay! 🫶

[hughiecampbelle]

Eve (Shiv Roy × Matsson!Reader)

Character/s: Shiv

Word Count: 1,262

Requested: may i have some shiv x fem!reader in these trying times? maybe meeting some younger, sarcastic chick who shiv thinks she can just dominate but then the tables turn ;) love ur succession writing btw! don’t listen to that anon, they could only wish that they could write as good as you &lt;3 - anon

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: I took some creative liberties with this request, I hope you don't mind!! I try to make everything gender natural as well so its gn!reader instead :) Thank you for such kind words my love!! I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

She couldn’t take her eyes off you. There was something about forbidden fruit that had always enticed her. Eve was right in bitting into that apple, in taking what she wanted when she saw it, she wanted to do the same to you. You looked radiant, everyone took notice. You were an intern, someone who ran coffee orders and took notes from meetings, to be seen but not heard, but tonight? Tonight you were something else entirely. Your finest attire hugging your body in all the right places. Your eyes bright, gleaming, knowing. You kissed your glass every so often, knowing how these kinds of events went, how handsy some of the guests could get with just a drop of alcohol in their system. Tonight they were supposed to be on their best behavior, but since when had you played by the rules? You were surrounded by some of the most powerful people in the country, in the world and yet all she could focus on was you. Someone was speaking to her, talking terms, but she couldn’t hear a word. Someone, an associate from Sweden, slipped their hand around your waist, whispering something in your ear, making you smirk. Jealousy overcame her. She was seeing red. You laughed. You looked up, matching her gaze. You patted their shoulder, excusing yourself, refilling you glass. You swept past her, your hands brushed, slowed just a moment to whisper: Du är den enda för mig, min älskade. You are the only one for me, my love. She didn’t have to understand it to make it make her blush. Her cheeks resembled apples, crimson glowing. 

 She undressed you with her eyes, you could feel it, and you leaned into it, giving her knowing looks over your glass of wine. You’re such a tease, you can already hear her whine. Yes, but you love it, you’d whisper in her ear, pushing her over the edge. Everyone suspected there was something going on, but not between you. You were an afterthought, the younger sibling, the intern to your brothers company, his wealth and fame. You were nothing. A plus one he brought to events. Only she could see that you were dangerous, a weapon of mass destruction. You were watchful, observant, holding on to secrets until it wasn’t necessary anymore. They all suspected it was Lukas, his brains, but you worked behind the scenes, giving him a little push, a bit of encouragement, when he needed it.. Between her and him. The calls, the texts, the shared smiles. If only they knew what you two got up to when no one was looking. Your brother was flirt, you’d give him that, but he was like that with everyone. He still wasn’t over Ebba, either, hung up on the past. Shiv was too good for him. Too smart, too precious, too cut throat. You could match her energy. You knew exactly what to say and how to say it to make her melt. 

The time she spent in Sweden, and you in the States, was limited. Anything more looked suspicious. Still, you made it work. Shiv had never felt like this with anyone, certainly not Nate or Tom. You were younger than her, sarcastic, funny, never letting anything get to you. Not when you were talked down to. Not when you were underestimated. Not when you were discarded. You knew better than that, than to be reactive. Everyone would get what was coming to them, every single one of them, even your brother. He could flirt all he wanted, but she was yours. You never wasted a moment together. Every second was crucial, important. You love was secret, but it did not mean it was small. No, it was powerful. Locked doors, locked eyes, discarded clothing, calling out one another's names. She thought you were docile, passive, but you proved her wrong every time. That was the act you put on. You played the part well, too well. Even your idiot brother believed it, wanting to set you up with Roman or Kendall, insisting you’d been alone for far too long. You only had eyes for one Roy. He’d even gone so far as to set you up with Oskar, a blind date you had no choice but to go along lest you let your secret get out. You’d excused yourself to the bathroom halfway through and left. Neither Lukas nor Oskar ever brought it up again, though you had a few choice words for your brother. Tror du verkligen att du kunde sätta upp mig med en gris och jag skulle inte märka det! After that, he never pushed the subject again. You’d later laugh about it with her one night in bed, the whole thing an embarrassing disaster. Jag vill aldrig vara med någon annan än dig. I never want to be with anyone but you. 

You found your way to the balcony, the cool air a welcomed feeling on your warm cheeks. Too many bodies in there, too many people, too much power. She drifts towards you, trapped in conversation, in Paradise. Somehow she escapes with smiles and nods, needing to be near you, to smell you, to hold you. She didn’t need a serpent in her ear telling her how precious you were, a gift, she could do that on her own. Was it dangerous? Of course, but importance never came without risk. Was it stupid? Probably. A lot was on the line with this deal. Everything she was was on the line. And yet, when she saw you standing there, nothing else mattered. It hadn’t been that long since you’d last seen one another. The getaway in Norway was full of all kinds of fun, but it wasn’t long lived. She needed to be close to you like she needed oxygen. Her arms found their way around you. She smelled sweet, warm, like vanilla. There were no lights on, just the glow of the apartment behind you. Back lit. You let your head fall to the side, her skin hot on your face. Jag har saknat dig. I’ve missed you. Her Swedish was getting better every time you saw her. I had no idea, you laugh, holding her hands. You could feel her roll her eyes, wondering why she ever put up with you, being reminded of her love for you seconds later when you bring her hands to your mouth missing her knuckles softly. 

Your brother was calling your name, his voice loud and feigning upset through the quiet. Something had happened. Something had set him off. Vi lämnar utan dig! He threatened. Your moment was gone. Torn apart yet again by reality. Shiv stepped back ,letting you go, not before you turned around and kissed her, desperate for her. She leaned into you, into the moment, feeling free. When you were done, you kissed her cheek, sliding the door shut behind you, cursing him in your mother tongue before leaving. You never looked back. You didn’t need to. Her face was flushed, left breathless, yearning, wanting more. Wishing thighs were different, wishing there wasn’t so much distance between you. Her phone buzzed, her expression lit up by the screen. A number without a name. No constant image either. Just a short message, eight words. Reading it over and over again, feeling giddy, like a teenager in love. She can’t hide the grin she wears from ear to ear, nor can she hide her excitement as a car down below honks twice. A final goodbye. I can’t wait to see you again.

[cowboyemeritus]

Picture Perfect (Mary Goore/Reader)

Mary's on the road again. You give him a little something to remember you by. (18+)

Read on AO3

i'm projecting here because i, too, am working on a term paper rn. if anyone wants to listen to me rant about the Royal Cemetery of Ur, hmu.

“Fuck, the things I’m gonna do to you when I get back.” Mary’s voice is slightly fried through the phone, but you can tell he’s riled up. You smile.

“I see you found my gift.” The jingling of a belt buckle sounds through the speaker and you bite your lip. Briefly, you consider ditching the computer and making your way over to the bedroom. This will, in all likelihood, be a quick affair, a way for Mary to blow off some steam after a long day on the road. You know, however, that once you get up, you’re not going to want to touch that paper again for the rest of the night. You certainly miss Mary, but thirty percent of your grade is on the line.

“Do you like it?” You find yourself asking. Mary grunts in response, and you hear the telltale sound of fabric sliding down their legs.

“It’s wonderful, babe. Very thoughtful of you.” He groans and you can tell he’s stroking himself already. “You know I love how you look in black.”

You sigh wistfully, recalling how difficult posing for the photo had been. Your arm is still sore from holding up the camera for so long. In retrospect, you suppose you could have just texted him a picture. It would have been a lot easier, now that camera phones are all the rage. However, there’s just something about a polaroid, about having it physically in your hand, that feels more meaningful. It’s the permanence of it, you suppose.

“Glad you like it,” you purr, squeezing your thighs together. “Figured needed a little something to keep you occupied.” On the other end of the line, you hear Mary snicker.

“You just wanted to make sure I didn’t forget about you, didn’t you?”

“No!” You cry indignantly. Mary laughs out loud this time.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, baby.” They grunt, and you start to hear a wet sound as they presumably coat their length with pre.

“Of course I’m not!” You huff. “It’s just… Some of the people who come to your shows can get a little… bold.”

“What, you don’t trust me?” His tone is playful — this is just fun and games and the both of you know it. You smile, knowing that what you’re going to say next will make Mary’s brain melt.

“I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.” As predicted, he moans loudly through the receiver.

“Fuck,” they sigh. The wet noise is louder and, well, wetter now, and Mary’s breaths come deeper and quicker. “Course I remember. You think a bunch of tweaked out groupies have got a thing on you? Don’t make me laugh.” You’re glad Mary can’t see you blush, or the way your nails are digging into your thigh as you fight the urge to blow off your work entirely and rub one out.

“Wish you were here,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I know, baby. I miss you so much.” You can feel the wetness gathering in your panties and let out a heavy breath at the thought of what Mary must look like right now. The image of them, flushed cock in hand, flashes in your mind’s eye, and the plastic of your flimsy little flip phone creaks as your knuckles turn white. Mary gives you another small moan, and then chuckles softly.

“You wanna know why this is a particularly great gift?” There’s a pause; his strokes get slower and his breath begins to even out. They must be getting close. “Now I can take you with me wherever I go. The next time the guys ask about you, I can just whip this out and show them exactly how well you’re doing.” The thought of Mary showing his bandmates, who you only vaguely know, such an explicit photo of you makes your breath hitch.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” A fresh wave of arousal hits you, and you have to cross your legs to give yourself just a little pressure. Mary huffs out a laugh when a quiet moan erupts from deep in your chest.

“Wanna get my hands all over you,” he grumbles.

“You sure that’s the only thing you wanna get all over me?” Mary groans, and the tempo of the slick sound builds once again.

“Shit, baby.”

“Give it to me, Mare. C’mon.”

It doesn’t take long before Mary reaches his climax. They come down whining, breathing hard and heavy into the receiver. You can’t help but wonder if he’s biting his lip like he usually does. Immediately, you have to banish the thought as your blood begins to quicken. Once their breath settles, they let out a contented sigh.

“You must be exhausted,” you say, moving the mouse around to wake up the computer. Mary hums in agreement.

“Yeah,” they yawn. “You’re a total knockout, babe.” Though you roll your eyes, you can’t help but let out a little laugh through your nose.

“Get some rest, then. You’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

“What about you? Gonna get off for me?” Your shoulders slump as your paper reappears on the screen. Already, the light makes something behind your eyes ache. 

“Wish I could.”

[anonymous-dentist]

in ur pokémon au, what’s roier’s relationship with cellbit’s espurr (now meowstic) like? ik you said that it loves him but has it always or was it something that happened over time? :o

So Espurr originally did NOT like him because it considered him a threat to it and Cellbit’s friendship. Because this is a nervous little cat, y’know? It loves its emotional support human, and Roier was going to take him away!!!

But then Roier fully risked his life to keep Cellbit (and Espurr) safe, jumping entirely in front of a mega dangerous Dark Pulse attack that probably would have killed him if his Ariados didn’t use Protect at the very last second. And Espurr saw the way Cellbit and Roier looked at and clung to each other when they were both safe, it just kinda knew.

After that, Espurr decided that it and Roier would have to team up to keep Cellbit safe, and then it got emotionally attached from there, not that Roier knows this. As far as he’s concerned, his husband’s Pokémon fucking hated him until it randomly decided to adore him. He isn’t complaining though, it’s cute when it isn’t trying to melt his brain out of his ears

[grippingbeskar]

hiii, can i request 💃 2&13 for matt please ?? i love ur writing, can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!! :)

— thank you so much for this!! i love me some matt murdock, and these prompts sooo fit with his flirty office vibe. hope you enjoy it!

— prompt

💃 2. i thought you knew you had always been my favourite.

💃 13. there it is. there’s that smile.

— warnings: swearing

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“Oh, for fuck sake.” You mutter to yourself, losing your place in the giant stack of pages you’d been organising for the last three hours.

“Everything okay out here?” All of a sudden, Matt appears, so quietly you jump at the sound of his voice. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine! I just didn’t think you were still here…” You’d been so concentrated on getting the files ready for the presentation of the firms big case tomorrow, you hadn’t seen Foggy or Karen leave, either. You just assumed you were alone, but you didn’t mind considering how he was now leaning on the doorframe to your office, still wearing his suit and tie from court.

“Well, I couldn’t let my favourite employee stay later than the boss.” You keep your head down to avoid him seeing how big you smile, and he walks in, picking up a few of the papers.

“Your favourite? I think Foggy would burn the building down if he heard that.” He laughs, and you watch as his fingers trace lightly over the braille underlying the written words.

“Oh, come on. I thought you knew you had always been my favourite.” The frustration of the past few hours starts to melt away as he took piece of paper from your desk and stacked it in its correct order.

“You don’t have to. I’ve been working at this for too long. I think my brain is just fried.”

“You work too much.”

“You’re one to talk.” He laughs again, his head tilting to the side. His smile never ceases to have some kind of effect on you— ever since you had started here he’s been able to change your mood, make you feel a little lighter no matter how much work you have to wade through.

“True. Maybe I just hang around so much so I can see you.” Your face was hot— too hot, and you tried to busy yourself with the remaining papers, standing up and sorting them back into the piles Matt had formed on your desk.

“We both really need to get a life, then.” His hand comes over yours, stopping your hurried movements.

“I don’t mind it.” He says, voice quieter. The rest of the office is silence except for the racing of your heart. “Besides, I can’t think of a better way to spend a Friday night than with you.”

You can’t hide it, then. God— he was just so good at it. At making you feel like the centre of attention, like he thought of you and nothing else. You knew it wasn’t true, of course, hearing all the stories from Foggy about how many girls he got. He just had this way about him, though, it was almost magnetic, and you were just a girl. How could you ignore it?

You smiles widely, your entire body filling with liquid heat as he steps closer to you. Now, the table wasn’t between you, and his head tilted down. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he could see straight through you.

“Let me take you out. Get your mind off all this.” You let your head fall back and your eyes closed. You know exactly how that night would go, and how complicated it would get tomorrow when you had to come back in.

“Matt...”

“What? It’s just a drink. You need one as bad as I do.” 

“It’s not just a drink though, is it?” He smirks a little, his head dropping to the paper in his hand “We… I need this job. Like, really need it. I can’t jeopardise it for one night. No matter how much I might…want to.”

“And do you?” His hand comes to the side of your face, two fingers feeling their way to your hair. He takes his time, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours, and your breath shudders. “Want to?”

“You already know I do.” Your mind swims back to all the flirty comments, long nights alone in the office together, how many times you’ve almost given in. Because he was just so damn tempting.

“I wouldn’t jeopardise anything. Nothing would have to change.” He says, or more whispers it in your ear as he leans closer.

“That’s exactly the problem.” His head tilts, keeping his hand resting gently on your face, fingers threading through your hair. “It wouldn’t change for you. But it would change for me.”

“Thats not what I meant.”

“It’s okay, I—“

“I just meant you wouldn’t have to worry. About your job.” You take a deep breath, trying your best to concentrate with how close he was. He smelt good— expensive, whatever it was, and his suit was even prettier up close. He was even prettier up close. “You can still stack papers and listen to Foggy complain all day.”

You laugh, and one of his thumbs dip to brush against the dimple in your cheek— one’s that only appear when he makes you smile.

“There it is. There’s that smile.” He whispers. “It wouldn’t be a one night thing. Not to me. I want you— just you.” The words have you leaning into him more, each one breaking the flimsy defences you had tried to build up to keep him out. Really, they were only for show.

“You aren’t just looking for a way to get out of reading all this, are you?”

“That, too.” He wraps his arms around you, your laughter dying as his forehead brushes against yours. “Give me one chance.”

“Okay.” He walks backwards, keeping his arms around you. You’d say he was dragging you out, but you had a skip in your step that was more you dragging him. “Not…not just one night?”

“If I’m lucky.” He kisses you on the cheek, shutting the door of your office behind you. You know you’ll pay for missing the work tonight, but with his hand in yours, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything else.

[archduke-enver-gortash]

i am crawling into your inbox like a depraved creature from the depths of long abandoned fungal ridden sewers, holding to you the mycelia born from a long dead corpse in offering so that i may pick your grey matter about zeke's time before the temple of bhaal, im curious as fuck and the dynamic you have written for him and gortash is SO fun and interesting, also really fun to think about in comparison to my own durge and gortash, g-d your brain is huge, but i really want to know what experience he had outside of baldurs gate before mr butler extraordinaire walked into his life like hey! ur like. the chosen of bhaal lol :) i want to pick apart zeke as if he is a new and rare creature of the deep sea that i have to keep in a pressurized tank just so that his body does not melt and turn into mush from the depressurization

waughhh thank you sm!!!! framing this ask on my wall i feel like you understand™️ hi hi hi yes of course i will talk about my creature!!

so, i don’t know how others handle timeline stuff but i always imagined zeke being no older than 10 when being taken into the temple of bhaal, so most of his life was the temple, but there is some stuff that i can tell you because i am spending all of my braincells on him (and gortash) these days lol:

his adoptive parents were older, humble librarians who didn’t have much, but took in a few children without homes like him. about 6 other kids lived with him. i feel like due to their experience they could sort of tell that zeke was. different in a way? they loved him all the same.

didn’t learn how to speak at all before sceleritas taught him (he perfectly understood people, just didn’t like doing it/find it to be a necessary skill lol) he mostly wrote to people in a little notebook he carried around with him everywhere.

of course my uquiz declared dweeb spent most of his free time in the library with his parents.

was one of those kids who you can just tell is a genius from an early age—he could not only read books with an advanced reading level as soon as he could hold them in his hands, he could also comprehend a lot of these concepts.

he never had any friends or genuine connections. he tried to befriend others, which for him looked like stalking them around the street, learning every possible thing there is to know about them and never actually approaching anyone because he was too scared to.

his first “kill” was during one of those uh. watches? ig. a girl he liked was playing alone near a creek and started to pick a beautiful bouquet of flowers—wait, he’d read about those, they were highly dangerous to touch. before he could step in and warn her, she already fell over groaning in agony. he tries to take another step towards her, but then his entire body shudders and freezes at the sight of the light leaving her eyes. he doesn’t go over and finish the job or call any help—he just watches. watches until he is sure that she is beyond saving and cries. out of sorrow? fear? joy? this he doesn’t know or understand (yet), those pesky little nuisances called emotions always puzzled him way more than a book ever could—in himself or others.

while those “need to please father/parents above all else i’m worthless otherwise” tendencies of his were of course highly amplified by his life in the temple, they were already there before. he tried to be the “best child” of his parents, wanted to impress them at every turn. that there were so many of them certainly didn’t help either.

so, one day his father complains about one of the other children, they were all troublemakers/outcasts in their own way—one of them had accidentally smashed a window while playing. and zeke thinks to himself that he would never do such a stupid thing, how dumb could you be? and decides this is the perfect opportunity to test out a thing he read about.

later that evening, despite the quarrel from earlier, everyone is sitting around the dinner table, and zeke voluntarily and eagerly helps with setting the table today. a few minutes after starting to eat, the kid who broke the window starts coughing heavily, spitting blood, everyone starts panicking when zeke interrupts them by tugging at his father’s sleeve and excitedly showing him his notebook, his father thinks that zeke being the clever boy he is might know what’s going on or even how to help, so he leans down and reads. reads a detailed description of how zeke created a poisonous powder with the flowers from earlier and coated his sibling’s cutlery in it to not spoil the food they had. the last sentence of the page says something about a “perfect solution” to mom and dad’s problem.

his father is obviously starting to lose it, then his wife tells him that their child is beyond saving and already dead, which just makes him fully lose it—he just starts screaming and uncontrollably sobbing and shaking the confused to the hells and back zeke demanding why he did it. the others eventually start catching on what happened and understandably freak out as well.

zeke is just so confused man. wasn’t this a good thing? he certainly thought he felt good watching his own sibling die—his bloodshot eyes and fingertips turned black just like how the book described it would happen. he did it perfectly. so why were they acting like this? weren’t they proud? they were supposed to be.

next thing zeke remembers is standing in a pile of corpses and a ruined house in a pool of blood and tears streaming down his face, when a certain little butler approaches him.

[smoosnoom]

my dear moon smoosnoom,

u r a poet, u r an artist of the word, u’ll become unstoppable if u stop doubting urself.

i love the way u build tension. in ur works i can feel this thick electrified air. i can't even believe u were never in love bc u can write stuff like that. u r pure talent.

“It doesn’t make him a terrible person. Probably. Hopefully.” it doesn’t my sweet child 🫂

“Will, however, isn’t about to ruin this for himself, even if he feels on fire, for – unrelated reasons.” unrelated. sure.

“this is great, it really is, but breathing is also pretty nice, on occasion.” not when u r kis- [GUNSHOT]

“It’s a little Not Platonic” i cuddled with my friends a lot when i was 16. but i also kissed my friends a lot, so it probably doesn't count.

“He barely resists a shiver.” he's stronger than me because i couldn't resist

“lips brushing against Will’s skin” okay This is definitely not platonic

“Will thinks all the time” can’t relate 😔🙏🏻 my head is empty like 70% of time. it’s just the word love and elevator music out there

“so he’s not – dead, or something” it’s so funny 😭😭😭

“he strokes a thumb into Will’s side, shirt rumpling under the circular motion” and will still haven't shivered?? hes a soldier

it’s started with “Will could – do a lot of things, actually, but he’s sensible and respectable and he’s not thinking about doing anything at all” and when “yeah, I have thought about us kissing several times” and it’s ended with “A lot. I’ve thought about kissing you a lot»

“and it’s now that the bashfulness seems to hit him, when he’s met with Will’s bewildered stare.” it's just such a beautiful phrase im mesmerized

“smarter than he’s given credit for” mike has rocks in his brain, but all the answers r written on those rocks.

“like they often are, but it’s harder to deny it, because there’s nowhere to escape” will is oblivious one 🙏🏻

““I didn’t say that,” he mumbles, face on fire.” - u didn’t have 2 🫡

“Mike’s hand grips onto his arm just a little tighter” okay i didn't say anything the first time, but now i can't be silent. who doesn't want to touch those arms? im not even into buff guys but still

“Will thinks he might die if he never gets to have this again” now me too

““You should kiss me again,” […] “Now, preferably. Immediately.”” - i swear it’s me every time after i read ur fics

u r slowly making tame impala one of my favorite bands. i add every single one of their songs to my playlist.

and “shut up my mums calling” such a great song. ur music taste is as good as ur writing skills.

hmmm midnights. okay. i already mentioned “snow on the beach” but u r also “sweet nothing”. i listened to it a lot when i was writing u a poem :)

atp i don't even know if i should mention that i daily anon. i feel like im ready to reveal my identity just so i don't have to repeat it every time.

i hope u r having a great day whenever you read this (i hope all of ur days r great 🤍)

my lovely daily anon,

u are the sole reason for half my brain melting away in the mornings because How dare u drop this entire thing in my askbox and render me useless . what the Helll

at this point in my life ive stopped questioning how u Know things about me . im assuming i just . mentioned it somewhere sometime ago and u have the memory of an elephant Yes ive never been in love and it is crazy how u know that !!!!

will my insecure stringbean soup 🫶

definitely irrelevant reasons !!!!

HEEJLG9 😭

oh my god 😭 granted ive also cuddled and kisses my friends (On The Cheek btw .) but i also don't have the best sense for what is platonic or not so Um .

actually this is a great time to mention . how do ppl resists shivers bc i just can't help it It is out of my control yk . how do people have the willpower like that

the word love and elevator music 😭 mine is the jeapordy theme and an empty google doc </3

HELGLRP thank u so much . i wasn't trying to be funny i think . idont remember writing it if we are being 100% real rn

"he still hasn't shivered" 😭😭 i fully laughed oh my god

yeyeys the progression of him admitting his feelings !!! u are the Ideal reader actually im putting u in a glass case and onto my bookshelf . where U belong

imjust imagining a big boulder with the word HOMOSEXUALITY written on it in paint

"u didn't have 2" OHHHMY YOD u get it u get it

HETNTLFF UR SO REA LLL like . im not into Anyone like that but he would make a good stress ball i personally think .

mailing u a smooch rn 😚 using express mail it'll be there in a day ok don't worry

YAYYYYA I CHEERED im so happy u liked the music !!!!! that means the worlddd to me actually it rly rly does !!!!! thank u for even listening to it 🫶🫶

also m3ans the world 2 me bc u also have splendid music taste 🫡 ive liked everything u have shown me so far

sweet nothing ☹️ ill sob ohh my god thank u

my eyes and ears R so wide open it's crazy . what if u revealed ur super duper secret confidential hidden identity that would be ssoooo crazy and wild and im definitely not begging even a little 🙂

also i thinki have a pretty good handle on being able to tell if its u or not . u talk a certain way i think

it's always a good day when i hear from U !!!! i hope the non-university days are treating u well 🤍

[impishtubist]

miss imp! do u have any prongsfoot content/headcanons for us?

(i just read ur entire series on ao3 again and i’m absolutely starved for more. u write them so well 🥺)

So Dr. Grey laughs at me a lot for this, but I have the memory of swiss cheese. I remember nothing. Or I remember random shit, but never important stuff. I especially remember nothing about my stories once I post them. Once they're on AO3, they exit my brain completely. I definitely had a moment there where I was like "I wrote a Prongsfoot series????" and had to go to AO3 to refresh my memory, lol.

Anyway. I went through my drafts folder, and it turns out I have no Prongsfoot in progress! I can definitely come up with some headcanons for you, though. 

1) Give James Potter a baby and he melts into a puddle of goo. Give Sirius Black a baby? James Potter loses his goddamn mind at the sight. It makes him want seven babies and to jump his husband’s bones immediately.

2) James and Sirius were each other’s first kiss. They wanted to practice kissing...and then decided they didn’t want to kiss anyone else ever.

3) They were both complete idiots about it though, so Remus was the one who had to eventually get them together (ik Remus isn’t ur favorite but shhh he’s good in this, he has always been Prongsfoot’s biggest supporter.) 

4) They trade off being stay at home dads when Harry comes along! James does it for a few years, then Sirius, etc.

5) James cried so hard at their wedding he could barely get through his vows. 

6) James takes a teaching position at Hogwarts and is like “right I’m going to be going home every evening and weekend and holiday to be with my family” and Dumbledick is like “no Hogwarts professors aren’t allowed to do that” and James is like “what are you going to do, fire me” and Dumbledick gives in. 

7) Sirius kissing James’s neck. That is all. 

8) Sirius cheering so hard at James’s Quidditch matches that he loses his voice.

9) James getting sick and waking up to find Padfoot curled around him in bed. 

10) James and Sirius spoiling the hell out of Harry, and then their grandkids, and loving each other until the end, thank you and goodnight.

[heysatori]

How they are with a sleepy s/o

genre: fluff

pairings: Kuroo x reader, Kenma x reader, Tendou x reader, and Suna x reader

a/n: another self indulgent post (￣▽￣*)ゞ ive just been sleeping a lot lately especially during my classes so i thought of this heh|requests are still open (´• ω •`) ♡ |

Kuroo Tetsurou

our captain is quite energetic and only retires to bed at night !

so when he learns abt how sleepy u are he teases u so much !

he'd catch u asleep in a lot of places

the classroom, the gym, the local convience store by your house, hell even the bathroom

hes super protective of u and he cares abt u a lot !! so he'd give u a light scolding about falling asleep in public places, especially if youre alone

after that though, hes always with u

he just wants u to be safe !!

and who better to protect u than ur own boyfriend right?

study sessions always end up being 1-2 hours of studying and you asleep the entire time after that

usually he doesnt really notice that ure asleep since u work pretty quietly

but when he looks up from his work sheet to see ur head flat against the table, blissfully knocked out - he can't help but chuckle

"kitten! youve fallen asleep again!!"

whether at his house or your house, he'd always pick you up and place you on his/your bed, even covering you with a blanket so ure comfy

he'd resume studying after that

but not for long

how could he ignore how cute u look over there??? cuddling up into a pillow when it could be him youre cuddling up against !!

so he'd quickly tidy his things on the desk and gently lay down next to you, shifting a little to get under the blanket

at the newfound warmth, ur unconscious body moves towards his body, quick to mush ur face into his chest (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

he finds u so cute !!!

he cant help but lean down and give u a few kisses here and there

he falls asleep not long after that with u safe in his arms

Kozume Kenma

our gamer boy isnt much of a sleeper

he'd rather spend his time gaming

which is, by default, what he ends up doing

when he realized how sleepy u are of a person, well he doesnt really mind

hes kinda scared for you at certain times, especially when u tell him stories about falling asleep on the train home

hes not there to keep u safe and wake u up !!

he'd tell u off with a little pout after those stories

its dangerous to be so sleepy !

u understand of course and always keep his words in the front of ur brain, especially when ure alone

being at home is a different story though

whenever u come over to his house, u always end up falling asleep one way or another

whether it be on the bed while watching a video on ur phone

waiting for him to finish a game

on the couch after a good meal, etc.

with how lax u are abt sleeping, kenma suggests an idea that u couldnt turn down

"pudding, cmere"

kenma says one day as he games, pushing his chair out a little of his desk, vaguely gesturing to his lap

u immediately light up and crawl into his lap immediately !!

u settle down with ur arms around his neck and ur head laying on his shoulder

kenma pulls his chair back in and resumes gaming, this time with a cutie in his lap !

u'll fall asleep not long after that, especially with the calming sounds of the clacking of his keyboard and the clicking of his mouse

he wont ever admit it but he'll give u forehead kisses every now and then while he games (´ ω `♡)

ure just so cute in his lap !! he cant resist 

since kenma can also be pretty lazy he also ends up taking naps with u too 

Tendou Satori

miracle boy satori is a very energetic and hyperactive boy in general

so when he learns that his lovely s/o is basically a snorlax he cant help but tease u a little !

whenever he'd find u asleep in odd places, such as the classroom, a table, the floor, etc.

he'd wake u up gently !

little pokes on ur face and a few kisses until ur eyes flutter open

"theres my pretty baby!"

other than that, such as u sleeping around at home, he wouldnt bother to wake u

maybe cover u in a blanket or even join u !!

there are a lot of times tho where u fall asleep while waiting for him

since shiratorizawa has dorms he'd give u his key so u can chill in his room while waiting for him after practice

so one day when he retires to his room after a gruesome practice, he didn’t expect to see u snuggled up under his sheets !! 

he finds the sight so adorable and hes eternally glad that he decided to shower at the gym instead of showering at his dorm ! 

he drops his bag (quietly) and changes into some comfier clothes immediately 

once hes all tidied up, he shuts off the lights and climbs into bed with u ! 

he snuggles up under the sheets and immediately wraps his arms around u, pulling u closer to him 

u subconsciously wrap ur own arms around him and he melts !! 

ure so cute !!!! 

he leans down and gives u a big wet kiss on the forehead before he closes his eyes and decides to head to sleep too 

Suna Rintarou 

suna here is quite a sleepy person 

so u two end up being the perfect pair !! 

well other ppl say otherwise but thats besides the point 

he loves sleeping with u !!

and despite his cold exterior he always melts when u cuddle up to him when u fall asleep on his chest after a long day 

there a few times where he finds u asleep at the gym while waiting for him 

and he honestly doesnt have the heart to wake u up when u look so peaceful

but he eventually does wake u up with a little nudge to ur shoulder 

“cmon bunny lets head to my house and take a nap” 

a common phrase from the man 

other times when u both cant fall asleep but still feel sleepy u guys just cuddle ! 

his favorite position is u laying on his chest with a hand resting on ur back or ur head 

sometimes he likes it vise versa too 

u guys watch a lot of movies during cuddle sessions or his guilty pleasure (cooking/baking shows) 

whenever u do fall asleep before him he always give u a kiss on the corner of ur lips and the middle of ure forehead before he drifts off himself 

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.” 

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily. 

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder. 

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him