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shycloudkitty · 5 months

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JUST A LITTLE TOUCH

Summary: You have been in a friends with benefits relationship with Leon for almost two years. After one of your *stress relief* sessions with Leon, things start to change between you both when he takes one small step in opening himself.

Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! × Fem! Reader

Tags: Mentions of sex in some parts, pure fluff, drinking, angst with lots of comfort.

A/N: Hello guys! I am so so excited for my first fic ever!!! I am so happy rn. Happy new year to you all🥰🥰🥰. Hope you all enjoy this!! Don't forget to show your appreciation by liking it, commenting on it and reblogging on it. A huge thanks to @nexysworld @luniaxi @elfven-blog @kennedyswhore for encouraging me🥰🥰🥰.

Words in bold and italics are Leon thoughts. Like this…

Also guys there's only one sentence which is only in bold and not italics so be careful about it. 🤭🤭

Word count : 5.2K

The room was warm after the shared moments between you and him. Sheets crumpled, Hair messed up, scent of sweat and sex still lingering in the air a little bit. You were lying in bed sleeping and resting yourself after one of many wonderful moments you had with Leon.

Your eyes flutter open slightly and you stretched your arms a bit. As you did you realised he wasn’t lying beside you… That definitely you woke up. Even if he wasn’t that much into cuddling he still used to be beside you. You frowned and sighed tiredly then slowly sat up. Looking around the room you rubbed your face to get the sleepiness out of you. Two years of doing this and by now you could probably guess what he was doing by now.

Probably needed a drink.

That’s what he usually did…You knew after sex he tended to be a bit *disconnected* his mood used to be off. After you guys were done and saw him spacing out, you often used to hold his hand, squeezing it gently and kissing his cheek lightly. He used to give a small smile and sometimes… you did catch him blushing once in a while which was adorable.

You slowly got up from bed and stretched your arms above your head and sighed softly. You wore your shirt and your shorts. And made your way towards the living room.

There he was… Reaching up to his liquor cabinet and taking out one of his whiskey bottles. His back turned to you. Wearing one of his blue shirts and grey sweatpants. You swear you never saw that cabinet empty, sometimes it was even more stocked than his fridge.

He took one of the glasses and poured himself a drink. “Want anything to drink?” His gruff voice echoed in the room. He didn’t had to look up and turn his back to see you were awake. His senses were sharp after all.

You walk towards him and lean against the counter and smile at him. “Sure… Would love one right now…” You never liked it when he used to just get so lonely. You just wanted to help him… a little bit. It was hard not to care for a guy like him.

He sets a second glass In front of you and pours some for you. Still looking pretty unphased. He finally looks up at you and passes you the glass. You could see it in his eyes that he was there… but not there at the same time. But you knew him long enough, had an understanding of each other, even if he’s not openly emotional, he appreciates the company.

You decided to break the ice when you just saw him staring at you… spacing out a bit. You gave one of your playful smiles and in a teasing tone asked. “Why the long face? Am I really that terrible in bed?” taking a sip of your drink.

He doesn’t take well to teasing sometimes, but that gets a rare chuckle out of him. “Maybe” he teases back.

You scoff lightly, giving him an offended look and playfully say “Ouch. Didn’t know we were giving each other reviews… want me to give you one?”

He chuckles again and with a cocky smirk says. “I guess it will be 10 out of 10 considering how much I had you begging for more at the end of it.” His voice sultry.

More like 11 out of 10 but who’s counting anyways?

You scoff and look away to hide your flustered face. “You… are insufferable.” Not wanting to admit the fact he was right.

Leon chuckles for a while, his mood slightly better but after a moment he sighs and says. “Just… been thinking.” He usually didn’t admit what he was feeling at the moment always kept his true feelings and face hidden.

You look up at him and softly said “About work?” He nods and that’s all you get. He walks over to the couch and sits down with a light huff “Mmhmm”.

You sit beside him on the couch and slowly ask “Is it important or just overthinking”. He looks down at his drink, thinking. He sighs. “Bit of both, really…” He chuckles lightly. He can’t deny how right you were. It’s eating at him a bit.

There’s a stretch of silence between you two after that. Leon looking at his drink and taking a small sip of it while you sit beside him thinking how to comfort him on that. Like… What do you even say to the person who had a much rougher life than any normal person had? After much thinking, you then scoot closer to him and gently pat his back and give him a soft smile. You don’t know if that action was awkward or comforting. You looked like you were patting a sad child. But you didn’t know what else to do & you really wanted to be there for him.

He was surprised a bit, looking over at you he couldn’t help himself but smile at your action. It did help him, even a little bit. “I just…” He stops, a hint of pain in his voice. “I just wish I could tell you…everything.”

What? Did he really said that? Did he really felt like that? Your eyes widened and you stopped smiling momentarily. That was so unusual of him… You then slowly regained your composure and slowly asked him. “Oh so… do you wanna talk about it?”.

“No” He replied almost too quickly, shaking his head. “I mean…Look, I can’t.” And gulps down his whiskey in one go like it was water. He’s never quite been this… vulnerable around you before. It’s like he’s a little taken aback at his own actions.

You still smile at him and kiss his cheek lightly. “That’s okay…” He can’t help a slight blush, before looking away. “…Thanks.” God was he awkward.

He sighs, looking over at his liquor cabinet. He considers getting another drink. He gets up and glances at you briefly for a second and says. “I’m gonna…go get a refill.” “Want anything else?” He asked.

Now that you think about it, you could use something to eat. “Mmm… yeah I am a bit hungry.”

He nods and says “Hungry, huh? I’ll order us some food.” He grins a bit as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. “We can watch a movie till it gets here.” He says, over his shoulder and pours himself another drink.

You chuckle lightly and say in a light hearted manner. “Uh huh.. A movie you say? Which one?”

Leon stops for a moment, his back still facing you and simply say. “Horror movie. I wanna scare you a bit.” You groan and he glances over his shoulder at you smiling. “Or maybe I should be the scared one?” Chuckling a bit at his own words. “I know you love horror stuff.”

No you don’t. At what part of you hiding your face behind a pillow whenever a jumpscare comes and scares the shit out of you, was loving ‘horror stuff’? You roll your eyes and look at him raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh come on…You just wanna watch me scream. That’s what you really like.”

You mentally face palm yourself as you realize what you just said and watch as he smirks and starts to say. “I mean I do make you scream whenever you are here so…”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed seeing your reaction. You groaned. Him and his cheesiness. “I didn’t mean it that way and you know it… You are such a big meanie.”

He chuckled and poured himself his third drink and doesn’t turn around and sarcastically says “Am not. I’m a big softie.” A big smirk present on his face.

“And hey, I’ll let you choose the movie. So go ahead. Pick it out.” Coming back to the couch and taking his phone out to place order for two pizzas which doesn’t take long to order as he does remember your favourite. It wasn’t like this was first movie night you guys had. You used to have them whenever he was bored or wanted to keep his mind off things. Eating pizza or ramen while you rambled to him about your day while he patiently just listened to each word. Although… you both soon got distracted and moved things to the bedroom… so it will always ended on a splendid note.

You laugh and teasingly say. “Ohh… don’t give me that much power or I will make you watch a chick flick with me.”

He laughed and looked up at her and gave her a dramatically sigh. “I mean, I could suffer through it. You’re worth it.” He grins when he watches you blush and shyly look away.

He was never going to admit it out loud but he loved making you blush, watching that rose pink colour slowly filled your cheeks. He always thought that it suited you. And he didn’t even had to do much, he could compliment you anytime and you would shyly look away trying to show his words weren’t affecting you but the colour on your cheeks told him everything that needed to know.

He then shrugs and says. “But really, I’ve never been all that scared of horror.” As if to prove his point, he pulls his sleeves back a little, revealing claw marks and scars on his forearm. “I’ve been through a lot worse than a jumpscare and some spooky music.” Chuckling a bit at the end.

You bit your lip and looked at his forearm with a sense of pity. There were old scars which had faded replaced by new ones. You knew he used to work in DSO and fought bioweapons. Yeah he told you, reluctantly when you probed him about his job. But that was it. He never ever shared on what he had to go through in his job. And honestly looking at it… you really couldn’t even begin to imagine on what he had to see or face through.

And it isn’t really the first time seeing them but looking up at them close…That was different. You slowly bring your hand and gently trace his scars with your fingers. A bit curious how they were formed in the first place. You looked up at him concern visible in your eyes.

He doesn’t say a word at your touch. He notices your hesitation but was too focused on the fact that you touched them willingly. Don’t you find them ugly? It’s not like they were pretty to look at. He doesn’t often show anyone his scars, and he’s never quite let you touch them before. He looks down at you, surprised at your curiosity over them. Looking back down at your touch again, not quite knowing what to do or say. Should he have stopped you? He thinks to himself.

You then hesitantly asks. “...Is that what you always go through?” Your voice low as you tried to imagine the horrors he had to go through.

His eyes follow your touch as you continue with it. He watches you with a sort of silent disbelief as you ask your question. To him, his work is just…normal. But you look at him like you just asked him the world. He sighs and says. “I've been in plenty of bad situations, yeah,” he chuckles lightly and sips his drink. “But its… it’s what I do. Someone’s gotta do it.”

You removed your hand as he started to roll down his sleeves a bit hurriedly, hiding them away before you asked something else. You look up at him and say. “Must be hard… that’s very brave of you…” you were a bit surprised on how casual he was about all this. But all he did was shrug and reply “I can’t really say I’m brave, just doing my job. Like I said, someone’s gotta do it.”

He drains his glass, looking at it and scoffing to himself a bit and replies. “But Thanks…” sensing the topic was over you didn’t probe him further than that.

Soon his door bell rings and he gets up to receive the order. Comes back and sets down the boxes. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “Wanna eat and choose the movie?”

You chuckle and nod. “Sounds good…” You pass him your glass to refill it and he does that. Keeping the bottle on the coffee table as you browsed on Netflix on what to watch. “So how about conjuring..?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Pick something scary. That’s nothing.”

You frown at him and say. “Hey that’s scary…” Leon shakes his head and takes the remote. “Give me that…” and starts browsing.

You scoff and try to take back the remote and say. “No way, last time you chose hereditary and I had to sleep with lights on that night.”

Leon doesn’t give back the remote and say. “Well I won’t choose that then. What about midsommar?”

Your eyes widen and try to take back the remote again and say. “No way, give me that. I hate cult movies.”

After 10 minutes of you guys fighting on which movie to see. You both decide to watch IT. Which already has you hiding your face behind a cushion. He chuckles seeing you that way and pats your knee lightly and puts an arm around you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let that clown take you down the drain with him and make you float.”

You chuckle and teasingly say. “Aww… will you keep me safe and tucked away from him?”

Leon rolls his eyes and chuckles. He replies sarcastically. “Yeah yeah I will…be your knight in shining armor.” Looking at you with a cocky smirk which had you giggling.

You shake your head and eat your slice and so does he as you relax and watch the movie. He looks over at you as you hide your face in his shoulder when it got scary, peeking a little bit to watch the screen not wanting to miss it. He smiled to himself.

You were really so cute to him… so innocent and sweet. Sometimes all he wanted was to tuck you away in a safe place and watch over you, keeping a sweet thing like you away from every horrific things he had witnessed.

“Are you cozy?” he asks suddenly. But your body language gives it away-he can tell you’re comfortable. He feels his heart pound in his chest as he feels something fuzzy inside. What am I even doing?. It was clear that he was enjoying this too but he really didn’t wanna show that he was enjoying this too much. You smile and nod.

“Yeah It’s really cozy… you make a really cozy pillow you know.” Chuckling softly at him. He chuckles too finding your description of him amusing.

“Oh am I?” His gaze returns to the screen. He was definitely trying to be flirty as he felt his cheeks warm up a bit. But a nagging feeling deep inside his mind just keeps eating him. This is…dangerous. Can’t stay like this for longer.

While his mind runs wild with all the chaotic thoughts bubbling over while you were looking at the same forearm which had rolled up a bit giving another peek at his scars. You couldn’t help but get distracted by it. His whole attitude about how this was just work and how aloof he was about the whole ordeal. It just didn’t sit right with you. He couldn’t be numb to all of this… or was he? You think for a moment. He never got this close. Like never. And you never forced him either, it’s not like you were obligated to know about his work or nightmares…or his demons.

Your curiosity bubbled over and slowly brought your hand and shifted his sleeves a bit more to look at them. Doing it slowly so to not disturb him in that moment. And gently tracing small, slow circles on one of the scars.

His eyes widened a bit and looks down at your slow touch, calming him down almost instantly and pulling him to reality and away from his drowning thoughts. Your gentle touch, the circles you create. He feels a warm sensation run up his arm, and he suddenly feels… odd. He looks over at you, but can’t meet your gaze for more than a few seconds before he looks back down. He stares at your hand touching his arm, not moving away or resisting. His heart pounds faster. He doesn’t feel cold anymore. He feels too warm. It’s hard not to melt under your touch. You then ask him softly. “You never allowed me to touch them like this before...” your gaze fixed at the scars.

This will never be ‘normal' to you. Will never make you think like this wasn’t a big deal or that the things he used to do weren’t ‘brave' or that it was 'just a job’. Even lasting this long in this field was an achievement in itself. This job took so much away from him… but he’s still standing... But at what cost?

“I didn’t want you to be worried, that’s all. Like I said, it’s… normal to me. Like any other day.” He tries to brush it off and return his focus to the movie. But he can’t help but find himself sneaking glances at his arm. And your fingers making slow, even circles on his skin. He feels his stomach sinking, but he doesn’t fight it like he usually would…

You shake your head and look up at him. Biting your lip a bit and softly whispering. “No… I mean… you didn’t let me touch them like this… is that the only reason you didn’t let me touch them before?”

Leon swallows, realizing what you’re trying to say. He looks back at your hand looking at your loving touch, his heart pounding in his chest was not helping him either. And he wonders If she’s this intimate with me… Why did I try to shut it down earlier? Is this how it feels?

“Were you… Afraid? That I would judge you?” Your soft voice bringing him to reality once more and making him think about that answer. Torn between telling you the truth or lying to avoid being vulnerable further and be dismissive about it.

But maybe it was your voice that gave his poor soul a hope that someone gave a damn about him, your eyes which were curious but also concerned for him or your soothing touch which had some miraculous power to be able to quiet down his anxiety and trauma driven thoughts. So he opens up. Just once.

He's silent for a few more moments and nods. “… yeah. I was.” He says after a while, his voice quiet. He looks down at your fingers again thinking why would you even bother making him feel better about himself. “You've never been close… like this with me… so… intimate.” He murmurs. “I was scared to let you get this close, I… I wanted it. But I…” He doesn’t need to complete that sentence, you can guess what he means.

He feels a soft peck on his cheek, feeling your soft lips lingering there for a moment. Just a little kiss to calm down his nervousness. And it works… he’s distracted that you did it but also so grateful. He looks over at you, still not used to expressing your attraction to him in these intimate ways. He blushes slightly, a look of soft confusion on his face once more, but he doesn’t seem to mind this time.

“Right…” He mumbles, glancing back at the screen and getting shy. He was so awkward he couldn’t express himself like you could but he also wanted to show you he cared so he brought you close just a little bit as your head was still resting on his shoulder and leaned into you slightly. It’s only a bit. Just enough to get a response, but not too much that he’s pushing the line.

You noticed his efforts and looked up at him with a smile. You couldn’t help but admire the way his hair fell perfectly across his face some of it concealing his blush but just enough to reveal he was blushing and was shy. And his icy blue eyes that shows that he isn’t completely numb to everything life has to offer…

You scoot closer to him almost cuddling with him. And squeeze his arm gently and touches his scars again but this time drawing small stars on them. “Is this uncomfortable?”

He tries not to make a sound afraid that he might ruin this moment. As he feels all these new feelings flow through him making his heart skip a few beats. His body language is soft and comfortable with you.

He swallows and shakes his head. “…no. It’s nice.” He mumbles. He doesn’t move away, or push your hand off him. He then looks down at your hand drawing stars around his scars and sighed softly. A soft smile on his face. He then looks back at the screen but his thoughts focused on you. The movie was almost finished but you both continued to watch it in comfortable silence. He’s always been a nervous guy, but these nerves are the good kind.

You then slowly stop drawing stars and gently hold his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest right now. Feeling your skin on his, your warmth flowing into his soul. He looks at the movie, then at you. How did we get here? When did things… change? Is this for the better or worse? Why even care for a monster like him? He wonders. He looks at your hands intertwined in his. And he swallows hard. He doesn’t pull away, or move your hand. He lets it happen.

“Can I ask you something?” your soft voice comes through and he looks down at you. He nods without hesitation, his head still facing the screen even if the movie was finished and credits were rolling. “Go ahead.” He says, his voice low but still soft.

You clear your throat. You were a bit nervous to ask this questions cause well…it was personal. “You know you don’t have to answer it or anything but I am just curious…Umm…On your missions. Did it ever feel like you won’t return?”

He thinks for a moment, then softly chuckles. “Once or twice…” He mumbles still not facing you. “But I guess when you do this every day… you get used to it.” He swallows hard and sighs. “I have…considered it before though.” He says after a few moments. What would my funeral be like? He had wondered before. Would you even care enough to show up for the last time? Will there be other people there singing how great he was like they did now or would he be tossed aside like trash and replaced by someone young and better, forgotten by all of his peers? Would you just… move on to someone else without giving him a second thought? He shook his head to toss aside those thoughts but he couldn’t. They plagued his mind day and night like a curse.

You nod listening to his words, seeing him space out once more in his thoughts. You then softly say. “And what did it felt like… when you actually returned home? When you thought it was probably your last day on earth… What did it felt like when you came back?” you imagined he was relieved of course but you wanted to listen to him.

You were probably the first person who actually cared enough to ask what he ‘felt’ after & during those awful, god-forsaken missions. You were also the first one who wanted to listen to his story who wouldn’t dismiss him saying ‘this is part of the job’ or ‘everyone goes through this… suck it up’. No you were more kind hearted than that and he couldn’t help but slowly succumb to that kindness.

He swallows hard, glancing at you. He closes his eyes for a moment to think about your question, your hand still intertwining his. Giving him something to ground himself and calm him down. He sighs, and opens his eyes again.

“Relief.” He says simply.

“Relief that I’m not dead. Joy that I came back alive. And… and…” He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words – only to fail to find them. He looks down again looking at the joined hands.

You smile from his words and try to complete his sentence. “Grateful?”

He looks at you, considering your words for a moment. He looks back down and swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, grateful. Definitely.” He chuckles, his voice soft and quiet. “And…” He pauses for a moment and adds. “Sometimes a little guilty.” He whispers, looking back at the screen.

That catches you a bit off guard. After all why would he feel guilty when he came back alive? Not expecting him to say of all things. And simply ask “Why?”

“Some of my teammates… they… never made it back. And I should be with them.” He glances back at you. “But I don’t want to be…” He says after a few moments.

He needs a hug. He looks at you, wanting to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist and hold you tightly till your warmth envelops him and make him feel safe. But he feels awkward asking for it. Like…would you consider him a weirdo if he asked you for it? He looks away from you and tries not to show the fact he needed someone to just hold him.

You squeeze his hand gently not knowing how far you can go… afraid that he would pull back at any moment after opening so much to you. And softly said. “I am sorry about that…”

He looks down at your hand, your soft skin was a direct contrast when compared to his. His hands calloused and rough but that didn’t stop you from being gentle with him. He then nods, “Thanks.” He says softly and sighs a bit in relief. Feeling a bit better after talking about it.

But he couldn’t help but realize that he was falling for you just like this? And it all felt… so nice? Is that how it feels when you fall in love with someone?

You then look up at him and clear your throat once more. This time you more nervous cause you had a *small* confession to make. “Uhh… by the way… just so you know. I do care, wondering when you will be back. I always wish you come back in one piece.” A blush rising in your cheeks after saying that.

Leon looked down at you surprised and after few beats of silence he softly asks. “Really?” His expression soft and vulnerable.

Honestly, it was a bit hard for you to open up too. You both have never been so… emotionally close like this during the time you have been together. So it’s a bit unnerving but if he could open up so much, you could too.

With a smile you replied. “Well yeah… I mean who would tease me with their awful cheesy jokes when we have movie nights like these…” Trying to make the moment light-hearted with a bit of teasing.

Leon couldn’t help but laugh a bit from the comment and roll his eyes and says. “Yeah? That’s what I am for? Make you laugh with my ‘cheesy jokes'?”

You chuckled and playfully nodded. “Yes… obviously.”

“I can’t believe you are using me just for jokes.” Playfully narrowing his eyes at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh “Well… I can’t help it. I just love your jokes which make me roll my eyes and groan at how stupid they are...”

After a beat, you both share a laugh and Leon playfully says. “You are more cheesy than me.”

“Your fault by the way…” Making Leon smirk a little bit.

You rest your head back on his shoulder and sigh contentedly.

It feels better now that you both have talked about your ‘feelings'. Much more relaxed… Maybe feelings don’t have to be complicated. Walls that you both made back then to protect oneself from a possible heartbreak were slowly crumbling down and you didn’t seem to mind it and neither did he.

Leon sighs and softly says. “Thank you… By the way… I know I am not easy to be with…” Holding you closer and caressing your arm gently.

You shake your head and reply softly. “No, it’s not that… it’s okay. I am actually… okay…with how you are.”

“Really?” He asks, with glancing at you look at your expression. He swallows, his heart racing once more.

You bring your intertwined hands closer and press a kiss to the side of his hand and smile at him. “Yeah… I never found you difficult to be with. I am more myself when I am with you…” Your own heart races at your another small confession, which was huge to him.

Leon swallows, he was sure that you made his heart stop with your words and that little kiss. He looks away from you for a moment and takes a deep breath then looks back at you.

“You don’t find me difficult? A bit too much to be with? Am I…too much?” He asks, his words quiet. He doesn’t want to sound too needy but he is. But there’s no hiding that right now.

You then shake your head and gives him a small smile. “No… I mean.. I get it you know… your job is difficult and you need to be at your best at every moment… But even then, you are just the right amount.”

He blushes a deep red and tries to maintain an eye contact with you but can’t help but shy away. Can’t help but a surge of emotions flowing through his so called cold heart. Finding himself looking at your lush lips- and he struggles to say anything at the moment.

“Just the right amount? Not too much… not too little?” Leon asks cautiously still finding your words hard to believe. Some one who didn't find him too much. It had to a be a dream.

Is this real? Can this be real?

“Yeah you are…” You answer him honestly. And cup the side of his face and caress his jaw gently, softly whispered. “You are perfect to me.”

My heart…

“Can… can I kiss you?” He whispers to you.

“Yes…” You whispered back.

He doesn’t hesitates as soon as you say yes, He leans in and kisses you. Pressing his lips gently against yours. He’s so close you can feel the heat from his body as you kiss. It wasn’t like you never kissed each other… But this one gave you both intense butterflies and made your heart pound like crazy in your chest.

My god…

He pulls away after a moment, his lips soft. He looks back at you, your eyes meet his and tries to speak something but can’t find anything to say. Opening his mouth trying to form words after he kissed the love of his life but words just got stuck in his throat.

You smiled and cupped his face and kisses him on the forehead and softly whisper. “It’s okay… I know… Just relax with me for a moment…”

Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly and he does the same. Hugging you back just as tightly and resting his forehead against yours. Kissing you softly on the forehead before softly whispering.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

PHEW. God I am nervous about this one... Wish you guys a very happy new year and enjoy the holidays. And I really hope this fanfic made your day! 🥰🥰🥰

Until next time❤

-Bella

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deaddovedecadence · 8 months

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hello ! I hope you’re well I wanted to ask you if are planning to do something about the platonic batfamily ? Thank you for your work, you’re literally my favorite blog 🥰. (sorry if there are spelling mistakes)

Ah thank you for the question i love it so much! What we’re doing today is breaking down each yandere and how they treat you in order

Alfred: very gentle, very caring. He makes you think that he’s on your side only to betray you if you ever try to run away. His loyalty is to the health and well being of the family and if you left it would nasty for all parties involved. He isn’t overly possessive, and is the most likely to let you out and about (so long as you’re with him or another trusted member of the family)

Bruce: At least you were a tool for making up with his son, but he grew to see you as his own child. You’re younger then Dick so he treats you as such, and is very unlikely to let you out of his grip,/let you out of the house because he’s paranoid. He’s the ultimate possessive yandere, wanting to keep you safe in the house at all times. He’s like this with his children too but because they’re fighters/have proven themselves it’s a lot different

Dick: Good luck with this. Dick sees you as someone who deserves childhood, who deserves to be young, so he treats you younger then you actually are. He’s very possessive, and almost doesn’t realize that you’re capable of taking care of yourself and he’s ver y smothering because of that. He’s the type of yandere to be in his own world and not really see. things as they actually are..

Jason: Caretaker to the fucking MAX. He likes. taking care of people and things that he considers his and you are absolutely one of those things to him. He needs to tak3 of things because it makes him feel real, feel. focused again especially when he’s tired of angry. The least likely to ever hurt you but will break you mentally if he has to.

Cass: does not get it, at first. She doesn’t understand why her family wants something that she perceives as helpless as one of them. Cass is all about getting her shit done and you interfere with that. It isn’t until she sees Jason visibly relax around you and stay in the same room as bruce that she understands. You keep things stable which means that you need to stay. She‘ s obsessively, can be cruel and uses physical punishment like forced dancing or sparring to keep you in check if you leave or deny your place in the family.

Tim: Oh good fuck. Tim is pretty close to yandere in canon, he’s terrifying, possessive of what he thinks is his and cruel as hell. with you he’s cruel cold, only to turn gentle when he deems it the right moment. Tim wants to break you because that means that you won’t run away and try to go and be somewhere else (with someone else). Tim is sadiastic and if he and damian are working together it’s best to go and beg jason for sanctuary from them.

Duke: Honeslty you aren’t sure whether he’s like you or like them at first because Duke is so easy doing, listens to your problems so well and makes. you feel like you’r valid for being angry. It’s all true what he says, it’s just that he also is on his family’s side about you and is slowly working his way into your heart in a way that the others can’t because they’ve never been where you (and he) has. Duke is the gentle yandere unless you really manage to make him angry by getting hurt in any way.

Damian: I wish you the best of luck. Damian is the son of thalia and bruce. His ver y nature is to be possessive over anything that he considers his and you are his. You’re his older sibling in a way that Dick is, someone to be trusted, someone to ask questions too, but that does not mean he’ll let you escape. If anything the thought makes him infuriated and he’s likely to blow up. Damian is obsessive, and sadistic, willing to do anything if it means that you’re safe at home with him.

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nebulousbrainsoup · 11 months

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hey could i send a request for han jisung x readers enemies to lovers university au with the smut prompts 1 + 45 + 81(spoiled they get caught🤭) maybe with a party setting 🥰 thank you sm

prompts:

1. "I love it when you moan my name." || 45. "Just shut up and fuck me." || 81. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

Vehemently

fulfilled as part of my 150(ish) followers event.

PAIRING: han jisung x fem!reader GENRE: enemies to lovers, smut, college au RATING: 18+ ; minors/ageless blogs dni TAGS/WARNINGS: ft. felix, hyunjin & lino, swearing, alcohol use, drug use, slight misunderstandings, sassy jisung & reader, quick edit, let me know if i missed anything! WORD COUNT: 3.7k SUMMARY: above! A/N: i haven't been able to stop thinking about this request since you sent it, but good LORD has this fic eluded me. i think i'm coming to the realization that i cannot be mean to any of the boys who are younger than me, even if it's only by a few months. but here you are, my dear, i hope the wait was worth it. have a full-length fic as an apology </3

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NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: lil bit of hate sex, rough sex, dom-leaning jisung, sub-leaning reader, but they’re both switches to me, bratty behavior, biting, marking, brief oral (fem receiving), use of a condom, protected sex, piv, little bit of edging, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty boy), getting caught; let me know if i missed anything, please!

Coming to this party was an awful idea. You’d known it when Felix had invited you, but he’d flashed those big brown eyes of his at you and you’d melted immediately. It was his birthday, after all, and you and Hyunjin were his best friends—it would be rude for you not to show, especially since your roommate had made it clear that he would be going. Though you were wary, you decided to give it the benefit of the doubt, with a promise from Hyunjin that he would stay by your side.

The second you’d walked through the door, though, Felix had wrapped you both up in hugs, and when you’d turned back around to find your roommate, he’d vanished. The same happened with Felix when you spun back around, and you were left alone in the entryway of a house you had never been to before. You sighed in defeat, resigning yourself to finding the kitchen alone. If you were going to be here, you may as well take advantage of the free liquor.

You’d nearly finished mixing your drink when a familiar, loud laugh caught your attention, and a chill lit down your spine. Of course Changbin would be here, you reminded yourself. He’s one of Felix’s favorite people, after all, and just because he—and probably Chris, now that you thought about it—was here, it didn’t mean Han Jisung would be. You would be fine.

Lee Minho, on the other hand, was a more unexpected sight, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at finding the man staring at you, head tilted in confusion. He looked much like the black cat he was frequently compared to, and felt just as ill an omen. Sure, he and Felix were on the dance team together, but you had never known them to be close. Han and Minho on the other hand, had always been suspiciously so.

You gave a tight smile, which he did not return, instead asking, “What are you doing here?”

You scrunched up your nose at him. “It’s… Felix’s birthday party? Why wouldn’t I be here?”

Realization, though you weren’t sure of what, dawned on his face. “Ah, of course, silly me.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?”

“It’s Felix’s birthday party,” he echoed, raising his plastic cup to you before turning to head out of the kitchen. “And Han’s, too.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you watched him nearly skip away, and you quickly downed your entire drink. If Hyunjin couldn’t get you out of here now, you were going to have a long night ahead of you.

By the time you finally found your roommate, you had already caught sight of Han twice. You were fuming quietly when you finally made your way out to the backyard, unsurprisingly finding Hyunjin with a joint in one hand and a cup in the other, laughing as he passed it on to Jeongin. His eyes flickered up to you as you approached, and he began to scoot over to make room for you in the circle.

“Sorry! I kind of forgot we were sticking together. You can—”

“Did you know this was Han’s party, too?” You cut in, hands on your hips.

The circle went quiet, and Hyunjin tilted his head at you. “You… didn’t?”

“If I did, I probably wouldn’t have come.” You seethed, and he flushed, eyes dropping to the floor. When he didn’t reply, you huffed, crossing your arms and starting back for the house. “Whatever. I’m out of here.”

It wasn’t anything against Felix or Hyunjin; you simply hated Han Jisung. You’d shared a gen-ed course your first year here, and he was the first face that stuck out to you in the lecture hall. You hadn’t expected much when you finally gathered the nerve to approach him—maybe a hello, or a quick number exchange. Instead, he’d kept his head down, given you a disinterested half-glance over, and made his way to the door without a single word, leaving you standing awkwardly alone in the middle of the lecture hall. When you’d finally gotten to know him through your mutual friends—with some reluctance—you’d immediately found him loud and annoying, far too cocky for your tastes. Between the awful first impression and his inability to take anything, especially you, seriously, your hatred for him had bloomed quickly.

And now, here you were at his birthday party. You’d seen him, sure, but you’d be damned if you let him see you. You had appearances to keep up and a heart to keep intact. Resolving to find Felix before just ditching him, you made your way back into the roiling crowd in the living room. It was hard to see between or over the dancing bodies as you were jostled, trying fruitlessly to elbow your way through, and you quickly abandoned that plan of action. Sighing, you made your way back to the kitchen, hoping for a little peace to clear your scrambled mind.

No such luck would come, it seemed, as the moment you turned the corner into the kitchen, you slammed face-first into the very man you were trying to avoid. His own freshly made drink went down the front of both of you, and you huffed a sigh, biting the inside of your lip to keep the tears of frustration from spilling. This party was a stupid idea.

“Oh, shit, are you okay?”

Before you could spiral into your abyss of self-loathing, his voice cut through your thoughts.

“Fine,” you spat, “can’t say the same for my clothes, though.”

He frowned, irritation crossing his features at your attitude. “Look, sorry, but maybe you should watch where you’re going next time. I know you hate me, but take it easy on the booze, would you?”

You rolled your eyes heartily, turning on your heel. Just as you were about to cross back into the living room, his hand latched around your wrist. “Wait!” He looked stunned as you turned around, swallowing thickly and giving you a once-over. “It’s kind of my fault, too, I wasn’t really… Let me grab you something to wear and I can dry your clothes or something.”

“It’s fine, I was heading out anyway.”

“It’s only been an hour. Felix wants you to at least stay til midnight, right? For his actual birthday? You and Hyunjin are like his best friends, come on. Don’t make him suffer just ‘cause you’re pissed at me.”

You scrunched up your nose and, not for the first time, Jisung thought it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. He never quite figured out why you hated him so much, but it was common knowledge between your mutual friends, and he played into it every chance he got. It was easier that way; he could put some distance between himself and his feelings for you. Whatever the reason may be, you absolutely despised him, and to see you here tonight was a complete surprise. He assumed you were here for Felix—everyone knew how close the two of you were; and the last thing he wanted to do was force you to leave the party because of his presence or clumsiness.

“Let me help. For him. Then I’ll stay out of your hair for the rest of the night.”

You sighed, but the way your shoulders slumped told Han he had won this battle. “Fine,” you muttered, tugging your wrist free of his grasp. “But it’s just for Lix.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he teased, grinning widely. As he squeezed past you, he took your hand, grip tightening as you tried to yank away from him.

“Don’t want you to get lost in the fray, do we?” His cocky little smirk was still plastered on his face, and you rolled your eyes heartily, gesturing him forward.Although it had heat rising to your cheeks, you were thankful for Jisung’s hand in yours—though you were loath to admit it, he was right. You would have been swept away in the crowd within seconds if not for his firm grip. God, what you would do to have those hands elsewhere; he really was unfairly pretty. As he dragged you along, you got a lovely view of just how much he had filled out since that first day in the lecture hall—his shoulders having broadened and his biceps having thickened. Despite your front, you were just as head over heels for this man as you had been the day you laid eyes on him.

There were significantly fewer people upstairs, and you tugged your hand from his grip the moment you could, though with slightly less vehemence this time. He still shot a sideways glance back at you, a half-glare that held less heat than it had earlier. By the time you made it to his room, you were fighting to keep your façade up, replaying how quick he’d been to help you and how his hand felt in yours on a loop. It seemed both of you were struggling to hold onto your hatred. As you crossed the threshold into a space that, until this point, seemed both forbidden and tainted, you felt a shift in the air.

His space was a lived-in amount of messy; there was a half-full Starbucks cup on his desk, clothes on the floor, and his bed was unmade. He didn’t touch the light switch by the door, instead picking up a remote, the lamps connected to it casting a warm glow over the room. It felt cozy, you thought, and immediately frowned. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

He turned to you, t-shirt and shorts in hand, holding them out for you to take. “You can change here. I’ll wait outside for your clothes… Unless you want help.”

He grinned, his grip on the pile of clothes in both of your hands unrelenting, using your tugging on them as an excuse to crowd into your space. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jisung?” you hissed back.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind putting you in your place,” he practically purred, his free hand shifting to hover over your waist. “See if you still hate me so much when I’ve got you under me.”

“As if your mediocre dick game could change my mind.” You weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol talking, but suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to test this theory.

His jaw set and his eyes narrowed, leaving a very different version of Han Jisung in front of you than you were used to. “I’ll show you mediocre,” he hissed, releasing his hold on his clothes and shoving you back toward his bed. “It’ll be anyone else you’ve had or will have.”

“What the fuck ever.” You rolled your eyes, letting his clean clothes drop to the floor, reaching up to grab his shirt and tug him toward you. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” you muttered, dragging him against you and crashing your lips together.

You felt him grin against you and you sank your teeth into his lower lip, pulling a quiet hiss from him. One of his hands snapped up, fisting into your hair to yank you back. The look on his face was one you wanted to either slap or kiss off of him; the line was too blurred now to tell which.

“Like it a little rough, do we?” He prodded, both his hands dropping to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it over your head in one fluid motion, your bra quickly joining it over his shoulder. He straightened back up, licking his lips hungrily as he took the opportunity to drink you in. “Wonder if I can still taste my drink…” he mused, quickly pressing you back against the mattress to latch his lips to your chest.

You groaned, half in frustration and half from pleasure. “Do you ever stop talking?”

He sunk his teeth into your breast sharply at your jab, a surprised squeak leaving you at the feeling. Almost immediately, he was releasing you and soothing the sting with his lips and tongue, no doubt attempting to leave behind a mark that, even if it weren’t visible, would be felt tomorrow. You let a quiet groan pass your lips, and Jisung pulled back with a quiet pop to grin at you.

“Still hate me?”

“Vehemently.”

He clicked his tongue. “Looks like I need to try harder, then.”

In a feat of strength you weren’t aware he was capable of, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you, tossing you further onto the bed. You gasped, catching yourself on your elbows as he joined you, making quick work of the button and zipper of your shorts. With a swift tug, he’d pulled them down to your ankles and, with your help, they joined the rest of your clothes on the floor.

Suddenly aware of the disparity between yours and Jisung’s clothing, you sat up, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt so you could bunch it up under his arms. “Off,” you demanded, and he quickly complied, tugging it over his head.

Before you could say another word or pull at his shorts, he slipped back down your body, his lips trailing wet warmth down your torso. The moment he reached the waistband of your underwear, he paused, gazing up at you through his lashes. “You’re sure about this?”

For the first time that night, he seemed unsure. His doe eyes were wide and open, an honesty behind them that the two of you didn’t usually share. It made your stomach twist and your heart skip a beat, and you nodded.

“I thought you had something to prove,” you muttered in an attempt to ignore the tangle of feelings in your chest, tugging him down toward your core.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat before tugging your panties off. The moment they were gone, he was back between your legs, licking a fat stripe up over your folds before his lips attached themselves to your clit. You whined, high-pitched and heady, and he smirked up at you, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Like that, huh?”

Your jaw clenched and you sighed heavily through your nose, your grip in his hair tightening until he winced. “Han Jisung, I swear if you don’t… Just shut up and fuck me or put your mouth to better use.”

“Your wish is my command,” he muttered as he pushed himself back up your body, your lips meeting again in a messy kiss.

He pulled back before you did, wincing again as you tried to tug him back to you, both of you fumbling with his jeans. “Gotta let me up, baby,” he murmured between kisses. He was clinging just as desperately as you were, his lips barely parting from your own. “Condoms are in my desk.”

You huffed, annoyed, and flopped back against the mattress, releasing his scalp from your death grip. The sound pulled a quiet chuckle from him as he stood, finally unbuttoning his pants and darting across the small room to his desk drawer. He shucked both his pants and boxers to the floor as he made his way back, and it was everything you could do not to gawk, open-mouthed, at how unbelievably pretty he was. The arms you’d noticed earlier were only the beginning, apparently—his toned stomach and legs matching them perfectly in a stunning contrast to his round face. Fuck, even his cock was pretty, flushed and leaking as he rolled the condom over it. The last shred of your pride was the only thing keeping you from begging to wrap your lips around him first.

“Like what you see?” He broke the silence, and the self-satisfied look on his face told you he had most definitely caught you staring.

“Keep running your mouth and I’ll leave you like this.”

The panic-stricken look that flashed in his eyes had you biting back laughter, but it was quickly replaced by something darker as he caught the grin on your face. He glared at you as he settled between your legs again, ducking down once more to suck hard on your clit.

“J-Jisung!” you gasped, hand snapping down to card into his hair again. The tight circles his tongue drew over the little bundle of nerves had pleasure rocketing up your spine, your entire body tensing with the sudden onslaught. As suddenly as that had begun, the stimulation shifted, his tongue darting between your folds to taste you, and you whined out his name once more. He groaned against you, giving your clit another harsh suck—one that nearly brought you over the edge—before he sat back on his heels again.

“Fuck, I love it when you moan my name,” he sighed, caging you in below him as he lined himself up with your entrance. “It sounds a lot prettier than all those nasty, empty threats.”

“Han,” you sighed, hips rolling toward his own.

He frowned disapprovingly and shifted his hips back, the hand that had been guiding his cock now pressing your hips into the mattress. “Not like that, sweetheart, c’mon. Say it right.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to quit talking?” you huffed, grabbing at his hips.

“Or put my mouth to better use, and I think at least one of those requests has been fulfilled.”

The grin on his face was wide and you were once again hit with the urge to wipe it off his face. The surge of rage lasted only a moment, though, before he was teasing at your hole again and your breath caught in your throat. You melted under him, hand sliding up from his hips to grip at his shoulders.

“Jisung,” you breathed, hips rolling forward again.

This time, you saw his shaky inhale as he did the same, quiet, broken sounds leaving you both as he finally filled you. He swallowed thickly, head tucking into your neck to pepper light kisses against your skin as he bottomed out, giving you both time to adjust. He was bigger than you’d expected, just thick enough to provide a pleasant stretch. You hummed, eyes slipping shut, and ground your hips against his.

“You have something to prove, don’t you, pretty boy?” You muttered against the shell of his ear, and you felt his shoulders shake with the chuckle that left him. “Fuck me like you hate me, Han Jisung.”

He propped himself up as his hips rolled back, the hand not bracing him wrapping around your back to lift your hips from the mattress. As his lips twitched up into a smirk, he slammed back into you, settling immediately into a ruthless pace. You managed to choke back the shout that left you halfway through it, nails sinking into his back as your jaw dropped open. Strained, needy sounds were punched out of you with every snap of his hips, matched by his own pants and groans as you scratched down his back.

“This what you wanted?” he ground out, eyes narrowing when you gave no response. “Wanted me to—to fuck you stupid? Can’t even—mmph!”

You cut him off with your lips, swallowing his next deep groan and muffling your own squeak as he picked up his pace. The kiss devolved quickly into little more than sharing air, your bodies pressed tightly together as you chased your highs. One of your hands shifted from his shoulder, snaking between the two of you to rub at your cli and Jisung shifted as you did, pausing his rhythm to sit back on his heels and drag you with him. When he resumed his pace, the new angle had you crying out, your free hand fisting into the sheets and your eyes rolling back in your head. Distantly, you thought you heard him huff a laugh, but you were too far gone to care.

You were falling over the peak of your pleasure in moments, his name falling from your lips one last time. The sight of you alone, skin sweat-slicked and back arched in pleasure, was enough to bring Jisung to the edge of his own orgasm, and the sound of your voice sent him careening over it. He pulled your hips flush with his own and let his head fall back, basking in the feeling of your walls pulsing around him as he spilled into the condom. Both of you stilled, your eyes closed and only the sound of your shaky breathing filling the room as the weight of reality prodded at the edges of your foggy mind. You could stay suspended in this little fantasy for a moment longer, you decided.

Or, you would have, if not for the rapping at the door. You and Jisung shared a look of panic and scrambled apart, both grabbing for the top blanket on his bed as the door cracked open. Your stomach sank as Felix’s voice met your ears, his blue head of hair peeking around the corner.

“It’s almost midnight, dude, what are you—oh!”

You locked eyes with your best friend before you could pull the covers over your head, and heat immediately rushed to your face. Slowly, you sank underneath them anyway, unwilling to meet his gaze any longer.

He snapped back around it nearly immediately, pressing his back to the door as he finished. “Uh, nevermind! Midnight is soon, we had that, uh… thing planned, but… I’m gonna head back down, you two have fun!”

As the door snapped shut behind him, the silence that fell over you and Jisung felt heavy, and you just as slowly crept out from under the blankets. Meeting his eyes, you saw the same confusion you felt reflected in his stare. His eyes flickered rapidly over your face as he gnawed at his lower lip, searching for something, though you had no idea what.

“Still hate me?” He muttered, nearly immediately moving to discard the condom, busying himself to avoid meeting your gaze.

Your voice was shaky, the heat absent from it as you replied, “Vehemently.”

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aroseinasnowstorm · 9 months

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I would die for some jealousy or protective HCs for Alucard and Walter! If you don’t want to do both, I have a preference for Alucard 🥰

No clue if you wanted old or younger Walter, you gonna give me details people or I will just let my daddy kink play into this okay-

TW: It honestly is in the title pals- Yandere vibes, especially for Alucard, self-doubts, depression mention, self-loathing...

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Jealous/Protective Walter

I think Younger! Walter would definitely be more possessive in the sense of- honestly this guy would be insecure okay. He would be rather needy of your attention and affection.

Listen he pretens he´s the big boss by smoking and bossing Alucard around already as a CHILD, when he grows older definitely is less sassy as a whole but I think that still lingers.

I think he wouldn´t be shy to show you that he cares for you a lot, speaking gifts, doing nice little things for you... and honestly all he wants in return is your attention

He definitely is affectionate in public, once you showed that you are interested in him too, he just always has his arm wrapped around you

Once you are in a relationship I think it is going to decrease a little. He isn´t going to glare at everyone anymore who just dares to breathe the same air as you but he still doesn´t like it when you are too affectionate with others

Honestly I think older Walter would be vice versa somehow? Depends on your age really- If you are (a lot) younger than him I think he would try to not be too jealous

You are young! Your life is still ahead of you! Don´t waste it with an old man as himself!

But if you are his age or once you just made clear that you really want that old butler well I think things are going to change

He is going to become more jealous with time and definitely doesn´t like you being too close friends with people who are definitely interested in you

He just wants you for himself and competition in his old days isn´t really something he is keen of

Definitely shows his love through acts of service and proving you that you don´t need anyone else but him

Jealous/Protective Alucard

Honestly this man always gives me predator vibes as a whole

Even when he interacts with people he cares for it´s always just him pushing everyones limits and enjoying to make others squirm

He can be very much an asshole and I think he would be rather jealous from the start

Not that he doesn´t trust you! He just doesn´t trust everyone else and honestly, he doesn´t trust himself a lot either. I mean it is evident that he is suffering from depression and self-loathing so the moment he finds someone who can make him feel better about himself?

Consider yourself taken love

Maybe he actually would try to keep his distance at first, kind of same opinion about this as older Walter, though I doubt your age difference would be the first thing in his mind

Rather that he is a vampire and you? Well even if you were a vampire or something equally as impressive he still would be worried because he feels as if he destroys everything and everyone he ever felt affection towards

So once you managed to worm your way into his heart you aren´t going anywhere anytime

He is very jealous, of whatever takes your time away from him

It´s especially horrible with other people, he is just always going to loom behind you like a shadow which scares off most people. Maybe he likes that, that others avoid you a little because of him

He isn´t a good person, he never claimed to be, he doesn´t call himself monster just to be self-degrading but because it is the truth

But he very much loves you and he will keep you safe against any form of harm. So if you don´t mind having Alucard glued to your side 24/7 and spend most of your time with him... well then you will enjoy this relationship a lot

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 6 months

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Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; foreplay; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: HELLO MY BESTIE GRESTIE FRIENDS.

Please enjoy my soft attempt at returning to the fic-writing business with this teeny mini fic to get the creative juices flowing. I ask that you please be kind and patient with both Ken and myself as we try to get back to where we were before our break. We’re both lacking a bit of confidence, but hopeful that we’ll be back in the swing of things soon.

It’s been entirely too long, and I promise you all I don’t plan on leaving for the foreseeable future. I learned lessons in my time away, and I’ve come back much happier than I was before. Big fat thank-you to bestie Ken for never leaving me and welcoming me back to blog with the most open arms and making me feel as though I never left. I love you so much pal. 💚🥰

and to everyone reading this or any of our fics (future, present, or past), I love you, too.

Bajaest of bules forever and ever,

-Han

You hummed to yourself as you gently flipped your hair to one side, nimbly using your fingers to remove the backs of your earrings before pulling the posts through. As you sat them neatly on the sink, you glanced at the mirror in front of you, directing your fleeting attention to the figure bustling around in the bedroom behind you.

His back was to you, but still you watched him, as you often did when you had the chance, undo the few closed buttons of his shirt, letting it slink down his arms before pulling his wrists through one at a time. You watched his soft strands of hair flow gently across his shoulders as he worked the shirt from one hand to the next. Once he’d succeeded, you watched the muscles of his back contract as he balled the shirt up and tossed it into the clothes hamper that housed your shared dirty laundry. He paused there, admiring his shot from feet away, giving himself a self-reassuring nod before beginning to work on unfastening his belt.

You watched him shift his weight from one leg to the other as he unfastened the buckle, the sound of the metal softly jingling. You scanned the back of him and noted the curves of his back and his hips where his favorite jeans hugged him in the perfect places.

“Hey hon?” you called, picking up a wipe from its package to remove your makeup, silently hoping your attempt to look pre-occupied was enough to convince him that you hadn’t been staring at him the entire time he’d been undressing himself.

His head popped into the doorway then. “Hm?”

“Will you help me really quick? I’m about to hop in the shower. I just need help unzipping this.”

“Of course,” he started, moving closer to you and reaching for the zipper. Your eyes were so focused on his downcast eyes and his lips and how they sat just slightly parted while he concentrated on your zipper that you had no idea he was waiting for you. “Here. Get your hair for me, doll. I don’t wanna pull it.”

You moved your hair to the side for him, focusing back on his face and the tickle of his fingertips as he gently pulled the zipper down its track, taking special care not to force it. As he slid the zipper down your back, his eyes scanned your exposed skin, and you watched him cock an eyebrow, just slightly. A nearly imperceptible smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he realized you hadn’t been wearing a bra all night. Your cheeks blushed as he kept venturing lower. The dress was short, and the zipper ended as it reached your lower back. You felt him let go of the zipper, keeping his eyes trained on the spot where it stopped, waiting to see if his suspicions were correct.

You felt him slip his hands into your dress and around your sides, gently raking his fingers up and down the length of them. You slipped it off your shoulders and felt his hands creep up to cradle your newly exposed breasts while you worked the dress over your hips. As it slid down over your bare ass, you heard a huff of air escape him. His hands gently squeezed the swells of your breasts and you let out a breath of your own, leaning your head back into him as he thumbed over your hardened nipples.

He took a step into you, pressing your hips into the sink as his mouth found the junction of your neck and shoulder. He hummed against you as his hands and mouth worked in different places at the same time. You fought the urge to squeeze your thighs together and failed. As a result, your ass pressed back into him, and you felt his cock hardening behind you, making you squeeze again.

His lips broke suction from your neck at this, and you felt the tip of his tongue drag itself to the shell of your ear at such a slow pace that it was almost painful. You shuddered against his mouth and felt him smirk.

“So pretty for me, baby,” he said, his voice low in your ear. “Making it so easy for me.”

“Have to spoil you every now and again, Jake,” you said, grinning.

“You know what would really spoil me?”

“Hm?”

His lips pressed themselves firmly into your ear as he whispered to you, his hands roaming over your breasts, his cock still pressed into your back.

“Be my good girl and bend over,” he started, his clothed length throbbing against your skin, begging to escape and slip into your dripping heat. “Let me make you cum the way you like it? Hm?”

You felt the spot between your legs get even warmer, and you let out the smallest whimper.

He moved one arm to wrap around your middle, pulling your top half further backward into his chest while his other hand drifted down your stomach and between your legs. Your heart hammered in your chest as he slipped the pad of his fingers between your folds, his middle and ring fingers circling your clit.

“Want you to feel the head of my cock right behind here, honey.”

You watched his hand in the mirror above the sink as he spoke, seeing the flexion of the muscles in his hands as they moved. After a moment you noticed him looking at you in the mirror, his deep brown eyes even darker now.

You squeezed your legs together, trapping his hand, and he smirked for the millionth time in one night.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whined, your breaths heavy.

“Whaddaya think, angel? You gonna be my good girl? Hm?”

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Taglist: @sunandthemoontwinflames

#greta van fleet #greta van smut #gvf #starcatcher #greta van fic #jake kiska fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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Sundaze

Pairing: Husband!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: you and your husband finally have a free Sunday together

Warnings: petnames (honey, baby), smut; unprotected sex. Fluffy, sweet and tender loving 🥰 this blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: thank you my sweet Alice @flordeamatista for sending me this based on my tag because I probably wouldn't have thought to actually write it otherwise 💜 (word count: 1k)

It felt like months since you'd been able to enjoy the serenity of a Sunday. And it felt even longer since you and Andy had a Sunday with no plans. No work. No commitments. Just a Sunday with each other.

The thought brought a soft smile to your lips as you turned your head to watch Andy's sleeping form. He was laid on his back, his head facing you and a peaceful look on his face that you'd missed seeing.

You hadn't even heard him come home last night, too exhausted from your own crazy week at work and from the soft snores coming from Andy you know he'd been just as exhausted.

Knowing how much he needs to rest you climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Andy doesn't move an inch, much to your delight.

You make your way to the kitchen, your bare feet silent against the cool hard floor. The early morning sunlight streaming through the windows is enough to warm your legs as you wear nothing but Andy's shirt.

The day is still young and you take a moment to appreciate the quiet as you wait for the coffee to brew.

Gone are the days when you felt guilty about doing nothing all day. Today was about you and your husband getting some much-needed downtime together.

You're humming to yourself softly, the rich smell of coffee filling your senses as a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

Andy's lips brush against your neck as he inhales your scent, "mmm, good morning honey."

His voice is deep, the final remnants of sleep still hanging on his words. You smile as his lips leave slow, tender kisses against your neck.

You attempt to turn in his arms but he keeps you pressed against the edge of the counter. His hands cage you in as they grip the edge. You can feel him getting harder as he presses closer against you.

"Andy," you whine, your hips pushing back on their own accord. It had been too long since you and Andy had had a moment like this. Your bodies craved each other.

"Look so good in my shirt, honey," Andy murmurs between kisses. His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, gently brushing against the skin of your thighs and sending shivers throughout your whole body.

You push your ass back further, feeling how he strains against his boxers and you can't help but moan.

"Please, baby, need you."

Andy pushes your back gently, guiding you to lean further onto the counter. His hand pushes your shirt up and he throws his head back with a groan as he realises you're wearing nothing underneath.

"I think you planned this, honey," he smirks, softly swatting your ass as you giggle.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Whatever you say," he hums, his large hands massaging your cheeks.

You gasp when you feel one of his fingers collect the wetness from between your legs and slowly circle your clit.

"No teasing baby," you moan, not even trying to keep the pleading from your voice.

Andy's hand disappears from between your legs and you hear him push his boxers down. He taps your pussy with his cock, "spread your legs for me, honey. Good girl."

You whine when the head of his cock breaches your entrance. The stretch reminds you of how long it's been and how much you've missed this.

To two of you sigh in unison as he bottoms out inside you. Andy pulls out of you slowly, feeling every part of you as you feel every inch of him before pushing in just as slowly.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of your soft pants and moans as Andy languidly thrusts into you. It's slow and tender, much like a Sunday should be.

Andy's hands are everywhere; gripping your hips, smacking your ass, cupping your breasts. It's like he's discovering your body all over again.

"Missed this, honey," he breathes, pushing into you with more force which has your back arching, "missed you so much."

You moan when you feel his left hand wrap around your throat. The metal of his wedding ring cooling your heated skin. He pulls you up against his chest, your hands finding purchase on the counter as he continues to bring you nothing but pleasure.

Turning your head you search for his lips, moaning into his mouth when he meets you in a searing kiss. Andy's hips quicken and your toes curl against the hardwood floor as he hits that spot that makes you see starts.

You break away from his lips but remain close, your forehead resting against your husbands.

"Andy," you plead, feeling the familiar knot forming.

"I've got you, honey," Andy grunts, his eyes locking on yours, "I'm close, need you to come for me, beautiful."

Andy's hand tightens around your throat as his free hand toys with your clit, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you tense in his arms.

Your body shudders as you come undone with a cry of his name. You feel him still behind you as he comes inside you, his fingers still gently rubbing your clit until you grab his wrist to signal it's too much.

The two of you bask in the quiet that settles over the kitchen. Your breathing slowly returns to normal as Andy holds you in his arms. He kisses your shoulder before slowly pulling out of you.

"Stay there," he whispers with another kiss as he grabs a clean cloth to clean the mess between your thighs.

When he's cleaned you up he turns you around, framing your face in his large hands as he kisses you softly.

"Good morning, Mr Barber," you smile as he pulls away, "think your coffee's ready."

He kisses you again before moving to grab two mugs, filling them both. You sit on the counter and Andy comes to stand between your legs, handing you your coffee.

You hum as the warmth from the mug seeps into your hands, the two of you catching up on the past week as the morning sun casts you in a golden glow. You can't help but smile at finally getting to enjoy a carefree Sunday with your husband.

#andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x wife reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber fic #andy barber fluff #andy barber smut #chris evans fic

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talaok · 1 year

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Good afternoon honey, I was wondering if you could write dark! Joel x plus size reader where the reader is suffering with body image and that night you go out to a club and meet Joel but smut? love the blog🥰

Pairing:Joel Miller x plus size!reader

Warnings: body image problems, negative talk of reader's body and self, smut| dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, a bit of degrading, and dark! Joel

A/n: ok ok ok I've never written a plus-size reader so if this is bad just tell me, honestly, I'll delete it, it's fine (yes I'm really nervous about this, I'm scared it's disrespectful) thank you so much for the ask tho babe💗

The dress looked absolutely horrendous on you. It was too tight and too loose in all the wrong places.

Your curves looked like they were stretching the fabric so much it was gonna tear the moment you took a step, and the makeup on your face now just looked like a pathetic attempt at driving people's attention away from it.

This was a mistake, you sighed, looking at the loser staring back at you from the other side of the mirror.

I should have never agreed to this, It's so fucking stupid.

You mumbled to yourself as you unsuccessfully tried fixing the dress in any way that wouldn't make it look so incredibly ridiculous.

Maybe I can pretend I'm sick or something,

Maybe I got a really bad headache all the sudden,

Maybe I got fucking infected, I don't know, that would be believable. I can just start making some weird ass noises and I doubt she'd still want to go out with me.

"Hey, you ready?" Kora opened the door, causing all your plans to fall apart with one single action.

"yep" you forced a smile "all ready"

"Great, let's go!"

fuck my life man.

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"Are you serious?" you asked, actually kind of mad

"I know, I know, I'm sorry"

"you've just met him" you pointed out, frustration and annoyance lacing your tone.

"I know" she repeated "but-" she sighed, glancing back at the man "he's so hot y/n, I mean-"

you rolled your eyes "Whatever, go have fun, I'm just gonna go home"

"no don't go home, you can have fun without me," she said "Maybe with someone else..." she raised her brows suggestively and you felt one breath away from punching her.

You shot her a look.

Yeah, like anyone would want to "have fun" with me

"what?" she asked, clueless

you stared at her, the same expression in your eyes.

"you know what"

"oh my god," she moaned "again with this thing? Y/n you're hot as fuck, anyone with half a brain cell can see that"

You remained silent.

You hated the pity party of having everyone constantly lie to you about how you looked.

Just tell me the truth. I look like shit.

It's fine, I know it, you know it, the whole world fucking knows it so stop talking to me like I'm a fucking baby and tell me the truth.

I can take it. Trust me, I've been telling it to myself since I was born.

"in fact..." A small smirk tugged at her lips as her eyes focused somewhere behind you " I think somebody definitely noticed" she grinned like an idiot as she stared at someone behind you.

"shut up" you stopped her "You know he's not," you said "He's probably looking at you"

"Oh no" she shook her head, that stupid smile still tugging at her lips "No he's definitely looking at you" She waved at him and you immediately grabbed her hand, forcing it down

"stop! what are you doing!?"

"I'm helping you out" she smirked "You'll thank me later," she said with a wink, turning to walk away but not before chuckling a taunting"Have fun"

Goddamnit

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you sneakily tried to catch a glimpse of whatever Kora was talking about.

She was probably bluffing, you thought as you slowly turned, but just then, you had to think again.

A man was looking at you, no, not looking, staring.

His eyes were pointed at you like a viewfinder in a gun.

He was sat at a table alone, an empty beer bottle clutched in one hand, and the other one relaxed on his leg.

He looked focused, like a tiger watching a gazelle.

His salt and pepper beard suggested he was older, and so did the lines across his forehead.

But most of all... his eyes were the tell.

His deep brown eyes staring back at yo-

shit

You turned away.

Fuck

I was staring at him,

You clutched your purse to leave, but a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"hi sweetheart"

He sounded exactly how you'd imagined.

You turned to him, your eyes glimmering with shame

"hi" you breathed "Sorry if I bothered you"

He chuckled "A pretty thing like you could never bother me"

he sat down "Besides," he said "I was staring at you first"

You forced a chuckle as an awkward silence fell between you.

"I saw your friend left," he said, sitting down on the stool next to you,

"yeah" You nodded "She does that a lot"

"that's too bad" he cooed "well maybe not entirely" he considered, something switching in his tone.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"I-I'm y/n"

"y/n" he let your name roll out his mouth with ease "pretty name for a pretty lady" he commented, "I'm Joel"

"nice to meet you" you mumbled, stumbling over your own words.

Was he coming onto you?

"the pleasure's all mine darling"

He definitely was

But, like... why?

"I'm sorry-do you- do you know my friend?"

He grinned, his white teeth showing "no,"

"she didn't like, tell you to come here or anything?"

A small laugh fled his throat "no sweetheart"

"oh" you breathed "so you came here 'cause..." you trailed off,

" 'cause you caught my eye from the moment you entered, and when I saw your friend leave you here all alone, I couldn't not offer a bit of company"

You felt a shy smile spill from your lips

" 'got a pretty smile angel" he smirked

"t-thank you"

He chuckled again "Why are you so nervous sweetheart?" he asked, his hand traveling to your thigh and stopping all oxygen from getting to your lungs "Is it me? Am I so scary?" his voice got lower as he inched closer "I don't bite y'know?" he joked "not unless you want me to"

A small gasp fled your throat, making him chuckle.

"what is it, angel?"

"I-I'm sorry I'm just not- used to this"

"Now I don't believe that" he murmured "A sweet thing like you?"

"I just-"

"What?"

"nevermind"

"If you want we could go back to my place, and you can tell me all about it with a little more privacy" he suggested, "what do you say?"

Your cheeks were as red as the fire burning in his eyes.

"I-" you stuttered

"I can show you a good time angel"

"I'm sorry" you breathed, leaning away "I'm-I'm sorry I have to go to the bathroom" You stumbled over your own words, clutching your purse and rushing off the stool and through the groups of people in the club.

You didn't even realize you were bumping and hitting every person in your trajectory as all you were focused on was that damn door right in the corner.

Oh my god, what felt like the first actual breath you'd taken in ten full minutes, finally left your mouth as you entered the bathroom.

"oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, walking to the sink to look at your reflection in the mirror.

"what the fuck was that?" you sighed

Am I dreaming? Is that it?

If that's it this is not funny brain.

I'm so confused,

This is... I mean this is just-

What the fuck is this?

He's hot. Like hot hot and I'm... You looked at yourself, and I'm me.

You took a deep breath, looking around you.

The green stalls were empty, and the music was still blaring from the other side of the door.

You could still picture him, feel him. He was so close to you, and you could feel every molecule of your being dancing as his hand remained on your leg.

God, what the fuck

I don't even know how old he is.

And just then, the door opened.

You turned the faucet on to pretend to be washing your hands, but a voice startled you.

"there you are"

Your eyes snapped open

"T-This is the women's bathroom"

Joel smirked, "you thought you could get away from me that easily?" he asked, taking a step towards you.

"I-" you took a step back, but he followed.

"I was being nice there," he said "complimented you and shit"

Your back was to a stall and he was right before you.

"and what did you do?" he asked "you ran"

"I didn't mean to, I was j-"

"what, angel?" he mocked "You got shy?"

"well don't you worry" His hand went to your chin, tilting it up "I'll fix that right up" He took another step, imprisoning you "I'll help you out sweetheart, mh?"

Your mouth gaped open to say something, but before you could, his lips were on yours, and his hands on your back were forcing you flush against him.

His tongue moved into your mouth as he quite literally shoved you into the stall behind you, pressing you against the closed door.

"thought you could get away from me?" he growled, kissing your neck as his hands roamed on your body, one of them roughly grabbing your ass "Thought I was just gonna let you go?" he asked, now looking at you.

"oh no angel" he kissed your mouth "I have to have you" he murmured "And I will" He kissed you again, and this time, you found yourself reciprocating.

This was wrong and scary and weird, and still... countless butterflies filled your belly.

"there you go" he praised you "That's a good girl" He moved some hair out of your face " 'knew you wanted this too," he said "knew you'd be good, angel" He smirked before you felt his hands go to your waist.

"turn around for me"

With a little push from him, you did, finding your cheek flush against the door.

"god baby" his hands took in every inch of you, adoration clear in his tone "Wanted to fuck this body of yours since I first saw you" he explained, as he slowly rolled your dress up to your waist until only your panties were left to cover you.

"it's what you wanted too, isn't it," he asked, suddenly grabbing your arms to force them together behind your back "You wanted to be fucked like a little slut didn't you?" he continued as his hand pulled your panties down, the cold hitting your core "didn't you angel?" he urged, his grip tightening as he kissed your neck again.

"I-" You didn't know what to say. you were feeling too many things at once.

"Tell me you want this" he breathed, and you heard his zipper being undone.

"tell me you want this angel," he asked again, his hot breath on the skin of your neck "C'mon, I know you do"

" I do" you admitted, and you felt him smirk.

"that's right" He nodded, positioning himself at your entrance "and you're gonna get it" he promised, pushing himself into you hard.

"fuck" Your moan resembled more of a scream as you tightened your fists on your back

"What angel, can't take it?" he taunted, speeding up " 's too big for you little slut?"

"y-yes" you begged, making him chuckle "I can't take it"

"yes you can" he groaned "You're gonna take it all in this little tight pussy and you're not gonna complain about it, understand?"

"understand?" he asked again, his threatening voice spilling in your ear.

"y-yes I'm sorry"

"good girl" he praised, resuming his violent pace, as a cry fled your mouth and tears filled your eyes.

He smacked your ass and you gasped, but before you could let out a moan, his hand covered your mouth.

The door had opened, and two women had walked in.

"we gotta be quiet, angel" he whispered to your ear

"can you be quiet for me?"

"can you be a good little girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me?

"mh-mh" you nodded, your breathing made difficult by his hand on your mouth

"atta girl," he said, still fucking you, but much slower, and to your dismay, much deeper.

He was hitting undiscovered spots inside of you, and the mix of the pain from his cock stretching you with the pleasure of each thrust was making it really hard not to moan.

"fuck" he groaned softly in your ear "You've got the tightest little pussy angel," he said "Squeezing me so good" he breathed " like it's made for me"

You whined

"Like you were made to be my little slut" he whispered "and have this little cunt abused by my cock"

Your eyes were wide shut, your orgasm approaching as he kept hitting you so fucking well.

"you coming angel?" he asked and you nodded "We're gonna come together" he purred "I'm gonna fill you up real good" his breathing was ragged "and then you're gonna get out there and dance with my come leaking down your thighs"

"you understand?"

You nodded

"no cleaning up," he said "I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are"

The women's voices resumed. Or maybe they never stopped. You had no idea of what was happening beside your impending orgasm.

"fuck" he groaned "Such a good fucking slut" he whispered, his head falling in the crook of your neck, as the door opened again and the women finally got out.

His hand left your mouth

"you coming angel?"

"y-yes"

"then let it all out baby"

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Hello , love your blog 😭✨🥰 may I request something like your “vacation” post but with bakugou x reader instead ?? Please & tysm

New Beginnings

Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader

➤You like Bakugo, he likes you, but you don’t know that. And then you end up sharing a cabin. How does life always get you in these situations? You’ll never know

»»——⍟——««A/n: Aww thanks. Glad you liked it, hope this is good enough too. This isn’t nearly as long as vacation but I hope you like it

Warnings⚠️: hurt/comfort, light smut, cockwarming, there’s other people in the room,

Omegaverse Key

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Vacation

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Your favorite thing about planning and having a specific plan is the outcome. Like now, your planning made it possible for all the car groups to drive up at the same time and be together and a -somewhat- fair chance at choosing what cabin they want to be in and share.

Everyone parks and exit their cars, getting all the luggage and all other bags needed before officially meeting in front of all the cabins. "Hey, Mina!" you smile and hug the omega. She'd been in the car with Kirishima (alpha), Bakugo (alpha), Kaminari (alpha), and Tsuyu (beta) while you were with Todoroki (alpha), Midoriya (alpha), Momo (omega), and Uraraka (omega).

"Hey, Y/n, could you put all the snacks by the fire pit while we move all the bags?" Uraraka asks.

"Yeah, course."

It's already midday. The sun's starting to set, meaning soon it'd be time to start a fire and make smores. You move the bags of supplies to one of the benches near the fire pit and make it neat before turning to join everyone else.

When you turn around, you see everyone disappeared into cabins, meaning you get whatever spot's unclaimed. Not that you care. You don't mind who you end up bunking with, preferably Bakugo, but who cares?

You never care what bed you get on these trips. The cabins have a small kitchen, a bathroom, a fireplace with a few chairs to sit around, and one bedroom that fits three people. The bedrooms have a bunk bed in the corner of the room and a regular full bed a few feet from it. The room isn't that big, but you're all friends, and it's cozy and can be fun, and always is.

You can hear Mina's giggling from Cabin 2, so you go toward and push open the door. You walk toward the room and see Mina, Bakugo, Momo, and Shoto standing talking.

"Oh! Good, Y/n. You're going to have to bunk here," Mina tells you.

"Really?" you ask, a little skeptical. Sure, you're happy you're in the same cabin as Bakugo, but why you? Why not Kirishima or one of the other alphas?

"Yeah! He said Kirishima and Denki snore, and I quote 'Deku is Deku,' so you're the best option," she says with a smile and shrug.

"Oh. Ok," you smile and nod.

There is really nothing to complain about since you're with Bakugo. You don't necessarily have a crush on him, but his scent always calms you. It's no secret to you that you get drawn to his scent, but you control yourself. He's Bakugo Katsuki. You're just you, his classmate and fellow pro-hero that he hangs with along with his other former classmates, only cause his best friend makes him. You're nothing special, so you won't try to be.

"Hope that's alright. Since Todoroki and Momo are mated, now they're just going to share." You nod, agreeing. "Ok, guys, I'm going to set my stuff down. I'll meet everyone out by the fire pit, yeah?"

"Yeah," you, Momo, and Todoroki all say, Bakugo ignoring her and looking at his phone. Mina leaves, and you turn to Bakugo as Momo and Shoto unpack their things.

"You want the top or bottom bunk?" Bakugo asks, pulling your attention.

"Uh, I can take the bottom," you say. Bakugo nods and throws his bag up on the bunk before jumping and sitting, starting to unpack. You unpack, putting your pillow and blanket on the bed.

Right as you finish, Bakugo does too, turning to head toward the firepit, knowing everyone else is starting to gather for smores. You follow him, walking close behind as you leave the cabin to find Mina, Kirishima, and Kaminari all gathered already starting.

"Hi!" you say as you sit next to Kaminari.

"Hey, girl!" Kaminari smiles and playfully puts his arm around you as Bakugo sits on the bench across from you on the other side of the firepit.

"Heard you're in with Bakugo," Kaminari starts, "don't let him scare you too much." Denki finishes with a whisper but still says it loud enough for Bakugo to hear, causing him to look up and glare.

"Don't worry. I'm not scared of Bakugo," you laugh and scoff. Bakugo shakes his head and rolls his eyes, stuffing a marshmallow in his mouth.

Everyone else joins and starts roasting marshmallows and talking. Everything is normal. With a few sneak comments and jokes directed at Mina and Kirishima, it's no secret to everyone that he started courting her, so of course, they can't help but tease him a little.

It's been a long day, so you're not surprised when your eyes start drooping. You're tired, but part of you doesn't want to sleep, and you know exactly why.

After another hour, only you and Mina left is left, everyone else took their chances to leave and go to bed, but you kept avoiding it.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. Swimming tomorrow?" Mina asks as she gets up, everything else having been packed and helped clean a few minutes prior.

You frown slightly but nod. "Yeah, of course, have a goodnight," Mina smiles and walks toward her cabin.

"Night," you mumble.

It takes a second, but you finally get up and walk toward your cabin. You enter quietly, making it to the bedroom and noticing everyone deep in slumber. You make it quick, getting your sleep clothes and changing in the bathroom before laying in bed.

You lay down, staring at the bottom of the top bunk, tired but unable to sleep. It figures the urge to nest hits right when you can't. You're far from comfortable nesting in the same cabin, let alone room, as the alphas.

You settle for curling up in your blanket and trying to push the feeling down. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to let the soft sounds of Bakugo's breathing above you lull you to sleep.

At first, you feel like it works. But soon enough, your eyes are opening again, and you let out a soft sigh. You turn on your side and let your eyes wander.

The room is small, plain, nothing special about it. It's dark, and the only real things that stand out are the bags. You can only see your's and Bakugo's bags from where you are. You'd laid yours on the floor by the end of your bunk. Bakugo's thrown on the floor near your head. You can guess that's where he'd thrown it when Katsuki unpacked earlier.

Your eyes can't help but land on his hoodie. He took it everywhere, but you can tell he probably had it earlier and put it to the side for when he needs it later. It has to be smothered in his scent.

Before you can fully get the thought, your hand's stretched out toward the hoodie. You take it in your hand and bring it to your chest, curling up around it. You burry your nose in it, inhaling Bakugo's strong scent, a smile growing on your lips. Soon, your eyes feel heavy and close as you fall unconscious, his scent doing what it always does, relaxing you.

You wake in the morning, rubbing your eyes and yawning, stretching under the warm blanket. You peek open your eyes, seeing the sun coming into the room and lighting it with natural light.

Your attention goes to your hand, seeing it still clenched around Bakugo's hoodie. You can't help but bury your nose in it again, taking one more deep inhale before pushing it back to his bag, not wanting him to know you used it to help you sleep. That it's his scent that you love.

After a few minutes, you get out of bed and walk toward the firepit, knowing everyone should be there for breakfast. They are, everyone except Bakugo and Midoirya, so you sit to join them. You sit next to Uraraka, watching her make eggs over the fire they started.

"Morning, Y/n," Kaminari says through a yawn.

"Morning," you smile.

"Was there anything you guys had planned for today?" Mina asks from between Mina and Tsuyu.

"I think Kirishima mentioned wanting to go fishing?" you turn to him to confirm, "right?"

"Oh, yeah! Got some new fishing rods, and Of course, the manly thing to do would be to catch a nice fish dinner for us all tonight." He ends the sentence by flashing a million-dollar smile, making you laugh, everyone else smiling.

"Ok! Well, it's settled then. Fishing it is," Mina says.

Hours later, you're on a lake, in a circle of canoes with everyone either fishing or like you, there for moral support. You're not a fan of water, big bodies of water. You like pools but don't know how to swim, so a lake -anything bigger than a pool- isn't usually on your itinerary.

Bakugo didn't know how you felt, but he did notice the slight change in your scent, how you seemed more uncomfortable, and you got tense, sitting more secure and not moving from the spot you sat at the beginning. He could guess pretty quickly that you probably couldn’t swim, or at the least was just uncomfortable around water.

He purposely moves closer, not making it noticeable, but close enough so if you need comfort -or happened to fall- he can catch you. He even makes subtle movements to make his scent stronger but more relaxing. Still going unnoticed by you, but still relaxing you.

Everyone has a good time. The only ones who're actually fishing are Kirishima, Denki, Deku, and Uraraka. They're all in a canoe together. Then you, Bakugo, Mina, and Todoroki are in the other canoe with the rest of the supplies. Tsuyu and Momo decided to swim.

Since you're not fishing, the canoe you're in has all the extra supplies like food, towels, dry clothes, and anything you guys might need. You even had one of Momo's books since she begs you to bring them if she gets bored. You can't blame her. Sometimes the boys like to go out adventuring, so you have to go along.

"Hey, Y/n!" You hear Denki yell, grabbing your attention, so you look up at him. "Toss me a soda?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," you say, digging in the bag near your feet. You pick what you know Kaminari likes and tosses it across the water, him catching it with ease.

"Were you cold at all last night, Y/n?" Mina asks you, pulling your gaze from Denki to her.

You shake your head. "No, not really. I only had a little trouble sleeping since I didn't make a nest." That peeks Bakugo's ears. "But I was fine," you lower your voice, "Bakugo's scent was all through the room, and it helped." You slightly shrug as she moves to sit next to you on the small canoe seat.

"Awww," she coos, "you guys are so cute!"

You bump her side with your elbow. "Hush. You know it's not like that," you laugh.

Bakugo acts like he doesn't hear what you said but still speaks up. "Y/n if you get cold, I brought an extra blanket you can use. I always run hot anyways," he mumbles, sounding a little out of character considering it Bakugo.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks," you smile. How could you decline? His scent would be all over it...

"Y/n!" Denki howling your name again, pulls you from your thought.

"Hm?" you look up at him.

"Here, catch."

Kaminari throws his empty can at you. Reacting immediately, you go to catch it, stretching your body up a few inches since he threw it too far above your head. You knew you could get it, and you did, but you also lost your balance as you tried to sit back on the seat, underestimating the distance by a few inches and hitting the edge of the canoe, startling you and making you fall back, directly into the water.

You knew it was happening the second you started going over, but you still could do anything to react quick enough. Your eyes went wide, and your mouth fell into a gasp as your body connected with the semi-cold water.

Your arms immediately flailed, and you tried to grab on to something, anything. There was nothing. At times like these, your mind moves a mile a minute, going through scenarios as you try to find a way out. You don't know how long you'd been in the water, but you already flashed through enough scenes to know there's no way out. Unless someone saves you, or you miraculously can suddenly figure out how to swim.

In reality, it was barely two seconds before Bakugo jumped into action. He knew you couldn't swim, so the second you started falling over, his instincts skyrocketed, and he jumped in after you without a second thought.

His hand went out for the first thing he could grab, which happened to be your wrist. He grips it firmly, pulling you up to his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist as he pushes to swim back up.

You could feel him grab you, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him when he pulled you against his body. Bakugo curls his hand around the side of the canoe, making it tilt as he pulls himself up and over the edge of it, sitting back on the seat and holding you to his chest as you cough, shaking from the cold.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n! Are you alright?!"

Everyone shouts your name, stopping what they're doing and having fear in their eyes for you. Scared chirps fall from your lips as you curl into Bakugo's lap, his arms wrapping around you and pressing you to his chest, wanting to share some of his body heat.

"Here, Y/n, I can use my left side t-"

"Back off icy hot," Bakugo snaps, making him stop in his tracks. Todoroki had stepped a few steps closer, wanting to help, but obviously, Bakugo's not letting that happen. He had it under control.

You're not one to usually get so startled easily, but something like this doesn't just pass over your head easily. You could feel the endless water, the absence of air around you. It could've been so easy for everything to slip away.

"What are you idiots looking at?" Bakugo looks up at everyone, "turn this thing around and take us back!" Everyone went into action, Momo and Tsuyu getting back in the canoe, then everyone turned the canoes around and headed back to land.

The second they hit land, Bakugo was up, with you in his arms, heading to the cabin. He sat down on your bed, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and letting you melt into the warmth.

"Thank you," you finally whisper.

"Yeah, yeah, just rest; you'll be fine," Bakugo says.

You both stay in that position for a few minutes. Katsuki thinks you've fallen asleep, so he begins to move slowly, trying to lay you down and slip from the room.

"W-wait!" you say, grabbing his shirt and making him pause his movements. "You're warm," you mumble, settling back, "will you stay?"

"Yeah. Sure." He gets comfortable again, staying still until you fall asleep, your sweet scent making his eyes feel heavy.

Hours later, you wake with your head on a pillow. Alone. In the cabin. You sit up, looking to see it's now dark. You sigh, wishing Bakugo had stayed but knowing it must have been a long shot. He's a hero. He was only helping you cause that's what he's supposed to do. Any of the rest of them would've done the same.

You push yourself up, wanting more sleep, but also knowing you should eat so you don't wake during the night starving more. You walk out of the cabin, seeing everyone grouped at the firepit.

"Hey! Y/n, how ya doing?" Kirishima asks, being the first to see you coming.

"I'm fine," you mumble, playing with your hands.

"Y/n, I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have thrown it so hard," Kaminari says, walking up to you.

"It's fine. I know it was an accident. No hard feelings."

"Hey." You look up and see Bakugo walking toward you with a plate. "I was making you a plate. You should go and keep resting. Don't know how much water you inhaled," he says lowly.

So, he hadn't just left you. "Oh, it's ok. I don't mind. I can sit out here a while." You extend your hand and take the plate. "Thank you, though, Katsuki," you smile at him.

After you eat, everyone talks for a bit, and soon it's time to retire to bed again. You do the same as before, getting ready for bed and under the blankets, but once again, not able to sleep.

You sigh, pushing yourself up and standing on your mattress, peeking over the bunk to Bakugo. "Hey, Bakugo, you awake?" you ask quietly, and you get a quiet grunt as an answer. "I'm still a little cold. Could I maybe come up there?" you ask shyly.

Again, he doesn't answer, but he shuffles over, making room and opening the covers for you. A little grin spreads your lips, and you push onto his bed, getting under the covers and laying next to him with your back to him.

You feel him snake his hand around your waist and pull you to his chest, warmth spreading around your whole body as you melt into him. He lays his head near your neck, your scent clear and strong invading his nose as he tries to slip into slumber.

It's quiet for a few minutes, and you almost think he fell asleep. That's until he speaks up again. "Your heat is coming soon. I can smell it," he mumbles against your shoulder.

You feel your heart rate increase at the comment, immediately feeling embarrassed. "U-uh, yeah."

It stays quiet for a few more minutes, and you continue to try to get comfortable so you can sleep. "Stop squirmin," Bakugo finally says, shifting a bit himself.

"Oh, sorry," you whisper, moving one last time to snuggle into him and fully capture his warmth. You move your body to melt with his, and that's when you feel it. Something hard pressed in your back, the very apparent arousal of the alpha behind you.

"It's your fault, ya know," he speaks up. "Comin in my bed, knowing you're going into heat soon. Ridiculous," he grumbles.

"You could've said no," you argue, suddenly having to focus on your own breathing, feeling yourself get more nervous.

"Yeah. I could've," he leans in, his lips right next to your ear, his voice low, "but who am I to deny my omega some time."

"Your omega?"

"We alpha's have sharp hearing, Y/n. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out how much you like my scent. How you always stay near me and look for my clothes and items when you need to relax. I've known for a while, omega. You can't get enough of me."

As he talks, he trails his hand down your body, speaking lowly and pressing into you. "Say the word," he whispers, "and I'll stop."

"K-Katsuki- Todoroki and Momo are right over there!" you whisper sharply.

"Then be quiet so they don't wake."

You let out a slow breath, feeling Bakugo push your pants and underwear down, his fingers massaging your clit, making you wetter by the second. As much as you knew it was wrong, you knew you should stop, you found yourself reaching toward him, your hand wrapping around his stiff cock, stroking it slowly.

You felt Bakugo's breath on your skin, next to your scent gland. "Mark me." The words slipped from your mouth before you could think, but you didn't regret it. You knew he'd have to bite again eventually, but you didn't care. You knew for a fact you wanted to be mated with Katsuki.

Bakugo felt the same, part of him was surprised, but the other part was happy and jumped at the opportunity. Bakugo took his hand, wrapping it around your mouth and then opening his mouth, letting his fangs grow, and he grazed them over your neck, giving a few light bites before fully sinking them into your neck. You let out a loud whimper that's muffled by his hand, your body tensing as the feeling of him marking you washes through your body in waves.

Once you calm down, you melt back into him, he pulls his mouth from you, and you lay your head back on his shoulder. Before he can make another move, you grip his cock again, pulling it from his sweats and shifting so you can push it into your pussy. It's a stretch, he's big, so it stings, but you keep going until he bottoms out.

"O-Oh, omega-" he groans into your neck, trying not to move yet, "you're so tight. How are you so tight? God."

"Stay like this alpha. Just wanna feel you," you say, tilting your head back slightly.

You can feel him slowly inhaling, trying to get his grounds and gain better control, wanting to do as you say, but you feel so good, he can almost feel his control slipping.

"Ya know omega, your heat is coming soon, and my rut is only recently just passed." You knew what that meant. That meant he could easily fall back into rut. It's a warning.

"Soon, alpha. Soon, just wanna wait until after the trip," you tell him.

"Yeah. After the trip," you can feel his cock twitching inside you as he speaks, "soon, I'll finally get to have my way with you."

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historical-fashion-polls · 27 days

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Your polls have had the truly wondrous and unexpected side-effect of making me deeply examine my own sense of style (and self). At first I was selecting poll options based not on what I really liked the most, but on what others would expect me to choose/wear. I didn't realise I had these policemen in my head until I ✨dared✨ to choose a dress that wasn't ""me"" but that I deeply, secretly loved the look of. And now I'm thinking about bringing this new perspective into my irl style. So – thank you!!

hello my dearest anon! 💕

this is genuinely such a wonderful, lovely message to receive! 🥹🥰

literally cannot express how happy I am that my little polls led you to a deeper discovery of your sense of style and yourself!!!!!! ☺️🥰☺️🥰

as someone who has only relatively recently started dressing in a way that is really reflective of my internal sense of style, this absolutely resonates with me. as might be expected given the fact that I run a historical fashion blog, my style can be a little "out there" by modern standards, and I definitely spent a lot of my life curtailing my natural fashion inclinations and settling instead for a sort of tepid middle ground. however, after I started grad school post-pandemic, I basically decided that I no longer gave a fuck if people thought I was "weird" (tbh the autism diagnosis helped with this too lmao 😅), and I just started buying and wearing clothes that I actually felt really really excited about

as a random anecdote, a professor I was TA-ing for saw my outfit one day and she said I looked like I was dressed for a victorian funeral and DAMMIT I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE THRILLED!! I would love to give off the vibe of someone who is attending a victorian funeral, even if it might seem kinda "weird" to some people. that's a kind of joy I just never really experienced when I just felt kinda meh about my clothing

anyway, sorry for the long personal ramblings – what I'm really trying to say in all this is that I support you 10000000% in your style journey and I'm am so so so thrilled that my little blog could play even a small role in it ☺️☺️

if you ever feel so inclined to send updates on your journey, I would love to hear them, but if not, that's totally fine too! 🥰🥰

I'm so so glad that you took the time to share your thoughts here, and I wish you all the best in your journey of style- and self-discovery!! ☺️💕☺️💕

#the curator speaks #curatorial correspondences #nice things 🥰

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Hey! How are you?

I’ve been reading your blog over the past while and been really keen to request something for Mason…

Could you write an imagine where Mason invites the reader to the pub to meet all his mates. It’s a last minute thing, so the reader meets Mason after work. But she of course looks breathtaking…but maybe the reader is so tired from work so Mason takes her home at the end of the night and they have a cosy night in.

I’m very much in the feels right now, so I’ll take annnny fluff 😂

Thank you so much, have a good day! 🥰 xx

about... it's in the request 👆🧸

pairing: mason mount x fem!reader

A/n: hii! I'm good, thank you. I hope you like this anon! 🫶🤍

word count: 1k

"Hi love" you heard on the other side of the line, instantly making you smile

"Hi Babe, what's up?"

You could hear a lot of noise around him, but you were still able to listen to him chuckle at something someone had said.

"Listen, me and some of my mates are going to the pub. Do you wanna come join us?"

"Me?" You asked, not having met his friends yet and not really wanting to meet them after a work day.

"Yeah, I want my girl to meet my friends. And I only have one girlfriend, so yeah, you." You chuckled at his comment and thought about it for a second. "Love?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, do you really want me to come? Have you seen how I look after work?"

"You mean absolutely breathtaking?" You could hear people behind him laughing and someone say 'oh mason is in looovee', what made you chuckle

"Thank you, and if you really want me to go, I'll be there, just send me the address"

He thanked you and said his goodbyes before hanging up.

Being with mason was different than anything else you've ever experienced, he was the nicest person to you, your ray of sunshine.

You really liked him and you knew he liked you too, but you have yet to meet his friends and family, but you weren't trying to rush your it because you haven't even said 'I love you' to each other. You felt it and you knew he felt you too but you didn't want to rush things, you both were aware of your feelings and that was enough for now.

Soon after he ended the call, you received a text with an address and a heart emoji next to it.

When you left work, you texted mason letting him know that you were leaving and asking for him to meet you outside.

Once you got to the address, you fixed your clothes a little bit, trying to look more fresh and also checked yourself on your phone to make sure your hair was still looking good. You walked the rest of the way and felt someone's eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw mason. You felt your heart flutter at the sight of him waiting for you, hands in is pockets.

"Hey" he said pulling you in for a hug, placing one hand on your cheek, kissing you softly before pulling you towards the pub, but you stopped him, pulling his hand.

"Do I look good?" You ask causing him to move both of his hands to yours, grabbing one and making you do a little spin

"Are you kidding me? Most gorgeous person in this whole country, hell, in this whole world. I'm one lucky guy to have you." His words made you blush and look down, when his other hand grabbed your chin, softly forcing you to look at him. "They're gonna love you, I promise. Are you ready?"

You just nodded, suddenly not feeling brave enough to said any words.

When you walked in the pub he held your hand and gave it a soft kiss, all while looking at you with complete love and adoration.

He pulled you by your hand through the pub until you reached a table full of his friends

"Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend" he said while dragging his hand across your back, softly caressing you in an attempt to calm you.

Everyone greeted you and you ended up sitting in mason's lap, due to the smallness of the table, along with some of the other girls who were sitting in their boyfriend's lap as well.

"Are you okay?" Mason softly whispered on your ear

"Yeah, just tired" you said and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, followed by kai making 'wooo' sounds, clearly mocking mason

"Let them be, they're in love" sophia, his girlfriend, said, softly slapping his arm. You ignored the love comment and so did mason, only laughing at her gesture.

"Well, it was fun guys, but I think we're gonna head home"

"It was so nice meeting you all" you said as mason man hugged his mates while tou said goodbye to the girls.

The car ride home was quiet, his hand on your thigh, softly caressing it, while humming to the song the radio was playing

His eyes were on the rode but he often switched his gaze to look at you.

"You didn't need to come home with me, you were clearly having fun"

"I know, but I wanted to, where you are is where I want to be" he reached for you hand, kissing your knuckles sweetly

The rest of the ride was spent with you both singing along to songs, before he parked in his driveway.

You walked into the house, dropping yourself on the couch before sighing loudly

"I'm gonna run you a bath, be right back" he kissed the top of your head and you smiled at him

You got out of the bathroom, hair still half wet and saw mason lying on the bed, only in his sweatpants, scrolling on his phone before he noticed you and patted down on the bed next to him, signaling you to join him.

You laid down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, head resting on his chest as he massaged your scalp.

"You know" he said, catching your attention causing you to look up at him "what they said, about being in love, they were actually right. I'm in love with you Y/n, you know, I think since the day I met you, and it's time you officially know that." He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head, making you blush slightly

"You're lucky, you know, because I happen to love you too, mason mount" he chuckled at your comment and hugged you tight, planting a million little kisses to your whole face.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling, talking about the future together, and a lot of make-out sessions.

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