#wc > 471

[geeeemmmmmmm]

"When I sleep on your couch, I feel very safe"

A/N: Guys this is my first ever fic so please ignore how bad this will be, I was so so nervous to post this but I hope you enjoy reading this:)

Summary:Just a cozy movie night in with Bucky at your apartment

Warnings:Idrk just some good ol domestic fluff?

WC:471(short for now)

You and Bucky have always had a routine of having sleepovers at each other's apartment, but let's be real it's always yours because Bucky adores how cozy you make your space for him. 

Tonight was nothing different. You were in the kitchen getting some popcorn ready in preparation to watch your favourite movie which to your surprise Bucky had never seen so of course you had to show him. Bucky was on the couch admiring your every move with such admiration and love in his eyes just wondering what he'd done to deserve someone as sweet as you. "Almost done there doll? movies about to start" he said in such a gentle tone, a tone only you've been graced to hear when no one else is around "Yep, almost done!" you called back just making sure your popcorn has extra butter in it. 

You softly pad over next to Bucky on the couch as you set the bowl of popcorn down on the table in front of you two, just as the movie starts you sit down and basically melt into Bucky's side with a soft smile on your face as his metal arm wraps around you tightly. After about 30 minutes into the movie you softly ask "How do you like it so far Buck?" "Love it" he replies calmly and pushes a kiss onto the crown of your head "Really?" you happily exclaim. "Mhm, even better when you're in my arms" he mumbles into your hair where he kissed you as you basically shifted onto his lap with the side of your head on his chest as you sleepily gazed at the TV. 

As your favourite part of the movie began you woke up a bit only to realise you were the only thing stopping him from almost falling head first off the couch as you let out a little laugh at how comfy your super soldier boyfriend has gotten, but of course he heard it and mumbled "what are ya laughing at babe" but to be honest sleep was gripping him so hard you barely understood what he said "nothing just how comfy you seem to have gotten" you said expecting him to just dust it off and fall asleep but he said rather hastily "when I sleep on your couch I feel safe" and leaned forward to grab you back onto his chest and he laid back with you still holding on happily as you grinned at the fact you can provide some comfort for a man who has no known almost no comfort for decades.

You subtly switched the tv off and somehow grabbed a blanket after snaking an arm out from Bucky's strong grip and pulling it over you two. All warm and content you snuggled into the crook of Bucky's neck and fell asleep after being soothed by the steady rise and fall of his chest while his arms were resting on your back holding you tightly to him.

A/N: Again I apologise for any mistakes or anything bad here but this is my first and hopefully not last fic so it will improve hopefully!

[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤᏪ In the midst of the crowds - Yang Jungwon

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆your high school sweetheart, yang jungwon ⨾

۶ৎ student!yang jungwon x fem student!reader ┆fluff, hs au, established relationship┆petnames, kisses┆ wc 471

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this is day 3.5 of my experiment <3 i'm still so sorry about that part 2 i made yesterday so this is to make up for that awful piece of writing 😓

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

the hallways were crowded as usual, but there was one face that stood out to you, smiling like an idiot right at you. yang jungwon’s.

you and jungwon had been dating since the start of high school and you were the couple. nothing could separate you two.

even when you got into fights and arguments, you would always find a way to make it right, working out all your issues.

he was your future.

“wonnie!!!” you whisper-shout, keeping mind that you’re still in the library. you wave him over to you, moving your backpack from the sear you were reserving just for him.

“hi baby, how was your test today?” he smiles, kissing your forehead before sitting down next to you.

“it was good, i think i did pretty well,” you think back, subconsciously puffing up your cheeks as you thought back—a habit jungwon absolutely loved about you.

“ughh, bang chan hyung keeps making me do more work,” he groans, slumping into his chair a bit.

jungwon was in the vice president in the school’s student body—bang chan being president.

“he kept giving me more and more papers to fill out…” jungwon pouts, crossing his arms and huffing out.

you chuckle at how cute he his, listening to him pout.

“if you need help, just let me know~ i can be good at student body stuff too!!” you laugh, both you and jungwon knowing very well how you are not good whatsoever with student body work.

you were an art student, spending most of your free time painting and sketching. it was kind of like your escape from the world.

the way you could draw out your emotions rather than speaking them.

jungwon knew you were never really good at fully expressing yourself and he vowed that he would help you gain that confidence and trust to talk to him.

talk to him when you were struggling, or when you were sad, or when you just needed someone there for you. he hated how you just let yourself suffer alone.

“of course, thank you baby,” he laughs, dimples peeking through his cheeks.

after another hour of studying, you and jungwon both got ready to go home, deciding that you both had done enough work for the day.

really, all you wanted right now was to go home and lay in your boyfriend’s arms for a bit, feeling safe and sound within the comfort of his embrace.

you two were made for each other. the way you could always find him in a crowd of people, always rely on him when you needed it most, always craving his love and jungwon felt the same way.

they told you nothing lasts forever. they told you that it was only a silly high school relationship.

but jungwon was your home. your person. your heart.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[solaiced]

CASE 17: YOUR TEARS TASTE LIKE HEAVEN TO GOJO SATORU.

!content!: dacryphilia, gojo discovers he's into tears, and gojo thinks he's insane.

wc: 471

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Gojo's never thought of making someone cry in bed. Yeah, he’s teased people to tears, before, but he changed. He's matured, now.

He won't use someone's insecurities against them anymore.

So, why did his cock twitch inside of you when you started sobbing, the pleasure he gifted you too much for you.

"Hey, hey..." Satoru whispers your name, shushing you. "What's wrong?" He stops moving, hands on the head board to support his weight. All eyes were on your sniffling form, shaking in... What ? Pain? But he made sure to be careful. Satoru never wants to hurt you.

"I- It's so... too much. " You siftle, one hand on his hip to bring him close, and the other fisting the sheets.

“Did I hurt you?" The white haired man breathes, impossibly hard, for some reason. Is something

wrong with him? He can’t possibly

get off on your tears, right?

"Toru, move, please. Wan' more." You plead, tears drying on your cheeks while new ones gather in your eyes, looking up at him like a god.

"But ... you're crying..." Satoru swallows a thick wad of saliva, trying to control himself.

"Because it feels good. Move." You order, The man sighs. No point in trying to reason.

"Y'know the safe word. C'mere." He leans down, kissing you as his cock drilled into you, you moan and mewl against his red lips.

Your sobs soon renew, loud and needy. And since you didn't ask to stop, Satoru went faster, letting his cock decide what pace he should go and how hard he must fuck you.

You could barely breathe, tears flowing down your cheeks like your eyes were faucets. The white haired man coos, wiping them as if that would amout to anything.

Then, he felt it. The tingles rapidly climbing up his spine, balls tightening up almost paintuily and the delicious shivers that went through him.

He usually didn't cum this quickly, but the feeling was welcome. Perhaps it was the way your eyes looked, wet and red. Or maybe, it was the way you begged for more with your tears as your mouth told lies and said 'too much'.

Satoru didn't know cumming could be spontaneous, but it was. One moment, he was thrusting into you with no mercy, the other, he was painting your insides with his semen.

It felt so good it hurt. And, when he opens his eyes again, he saw you, hands gripping the pillow beneath you, mouth agape as drool spills out and face wet, he knew you had cum, too.

"Babe. Sweetie." Satoru whines, pulling out. "We have to try that again." He grins and you frown.

"Just because my tears make you hard does not mean that that should be your goal everynight!" You scold, throwing a pillow at his dumb, handsome face.

[bahngarang]

chapter 0.0 ☆ end of beginning

ss: 11

wc: 471

cw: mentions of + jokes about car accidents, mentions of comas, medical inaccuracies probably, angst, graphic description of pain? idk i'm just writing what a flare-up feels like to me

the main thing yn felt was pain. pain in her knee, pain in her jaw, and pain everywhere else. the meds barely took the edge off.

thankfully, her parents had managed to get her a private room, so yn didn't have to listen to other people, but in a way it made this whole thing worse. maybe it would have been a little better if she didn't feel so alone in her grievances.

she just wanted to sleep, to get away from reality for a little bit – but being away from home, in hospital of all places wasn't helping. the weird, bleach-y smell lingered in her nose, and the irregular beeping of her vitals was drilling a hole into her skull. not even holding the pathetic excuse for a pillow over her ears drowned it out. it was too uncomfortable a position anyway, especially since yn could only lay on her back so she didn't put pressure on her knee, or her jaw, or the many other injuries she'd sustained from the crash. the restlessness gradually seeping into her bones didn't help anything either, and yn knew it would only get worse over the months she'd need to heal.

at first, yn hadn't realised why she'd woken up in hospital, to a jaw wired shut, and a leg brace, and pain burning up her insides.

and then, she remembered.

crossing the road, alone, in the dark. the screeching of the tires as the car rounded the corner. standing, frozen, like a deer in headlights, and the blinding pain that spread like lightning through her body as she hit the ground, before blacking out.

due to some cruel twist of fate, she'd woken from her coma on what would have been her day off from training. all in all, not the most innocuous of days, but it meant that chan was there. him and his little, worried face, wasting his time on her. although, yn supposed it was better that she'd woken up then, so that he didn't have to spend the whole time just watching her, unconscious. and, well, it was nice having a friend around during the panic of the first moments of wakefulness.

but now, she was alone again. nothing to do but try desperately not to think about the accident, or the pain, or chan's little, worried face… it didn't really leave much. and those things were pretty hard not to think about when it felt like the images kept resurfacing in her head in a constant loop, a grim picture book, over and over – and the pain, a cloying caramel clogging up her insides and sinking its claws into her body, flames blazing.

yn just wanted sleep. but tonight, sleep was not her friend. and, to her reckoning, it wouldn't be for a long while.

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[kaliforniahigh]

Starting to date Noah and sneakily avoiding any food related get togethers or saying you aren't hungry all the time. Redirecting date ideas to something unrelated to food. Texting with him and telling him that you aren't hungry even though he knows you only had a coffee and a muffin today. Thinking he doesn't notice because he's a guy after all. Little do you know that he's asked the guys if they have noticed how you never eat around them. Maybe he notices a calorie tracker on your phone. After he confronts you, he learns that you're extremely uncomfortable eating in front of people, in public especially, because ex's have made comments about your weight. Never being completely comfortable eating around people but he likes to leave you little premade snacks and seeing the empty container makes him feel better.

Honestly I'm terrible for having a single coffee a day, eating maybe 3 times a week. Mostly I'm just busy but there is always a little voice in my head saying that I haven't burned enough calories to be eating anything.

Thank you for trusting me with this request <3 Please seek help if you need to, we care about you and we want to see you happy and healthy!

Warnings: this story deals with eating disorder and a toxic relationship (not with Noah), hospitals and fat-shaming comments directed at reader.

Requests are closed for now.

WC: 2.3k

"You're not putting that in the cart", you heard a voice behind you.

You usually skipped the junk food isles whenever you went to the grocery store. You didn't know why you stopped this time, but you were hoping he wouldn't find you. It was just your luck that your boyfriend showed up right behind you as you grabbed a package of Oreos.

"I wasn't going to, was just looking at it", you put the Oreos back on the shelf.

"Those have around 471 calories, we don't need that going into your body", he told you as he grabbed a pack of KitKats and dropped in the cart. You wanted to tell him those have 518 calories, but you kept your mouth shut.

It was always like this, he could eat whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but deprived you of the basic pleasures of life, like eating an Oreo for dessert.

You rarely went out to eat, him telling you that restaurants didn't use good quality ingredients, therefore, the food wasn't healthy and there was too much grease. Instead, you stayed wholed up in your house, eating whatever bland food he made for you.

Even now, a year after ending this relationship, you still held on to some habits, like checking the calories on things before you bought them and avoid eating fried food. But eating in front of people was the habit that was the hardest to let go of. You knew they most likely didn't give a shit or didn't even pay attention to you, but you couldn't help but feel their eyes on you, judging how much you could eat.

You hated the person he made you become. You were never like this as a kid. Your parents always made you feel comfortable in your own skin. Family gatherings always consisted of a lot of food, made and assembled on the table with love and care by your family members. And you weren't shy about eating and tasting all of it.

Now, you couldn't fathom the though of eating a whole burger by yourself.

That's why when you met Noah and his friends, you felt such whiplash from the behavior patterns you were used to in your last relationship.

You soon noticed that when they ordered food, they ordered food for real. They were a big group of people, but still, it looked like the amount of food could feed an army. You could always get away without eating in these social gatherings, everyone was so focused on their own food and conversations that they didn't even notice you not eating.

When Noah asked you out on your fist date, you specifically told him to not take you out to eat at a restaurant. You made up a lie about you having a lot of food allergies. So he took you to the Santa Monica pier, that way, you could choose whatever you wanted to eat.

You popped a couple of popcorns in your mouth - it was the healthiest option you could find - and when he finished his hot dog and excused himself to the bathroom to wash his hands, you dumped the popcorn in the nearest trash can.

That was almost six months ago and you thought you were so unsuspecting with your eating habits, that is until you were strolling through the supermarket with Noah.

He noticed you grabbed a lot of things from the shelves, looked over the packaging and put it back. By the third time he saw you doing this, he couldn't help but ask.

"Baby, what are you doing?", he asked you and noticed you freezing a little at his question.

"What do you mean?" you tried to buy yourself some time to come up with an excuse as to why you were looking over the nutrition facts on everything you wanted to buy.

"If you want anything, you can just put it in the cart, no problem", he told you as he walked closely behind you through the isle.

"It's ok, I can't eat any any of these things anyway, the calories are out of this world", you kept walking, not even noticing what you just said and that Noah completely came to a halt behind you.

"Baby", he called out to you and you looked back at him, he walked the couple of steps to reach you, leaving the cart behind and standing in front of you. "Were you checking the calories on every food you picked up?", he grabbed your face in his hands as he asked you the question.

"N-no, it wasn't that", you answered, but stuttered and he could tell you were lying.

"You don't have to look at that shit, if you want to eat it, we can buy it, the damn calories don't make a difference"

His words were sweet and you could tell he was worried, but you wished it was that simple. Your mind just can't get past all the scoldings if you even dared to take a look at the foods he forbid you from eating, or the way he made you weigh yourself weekly to see if you gained any weight.

"Can we talk about this later?", you told him in a small voice, not wanting to discuss this in the middle of the supermarket isle, or ever, actually.

"We'll talk about it when you're ready", he gave you a peck on the lips and dropped the subject for the moment. You breathed a sigh of relief and held yourself back from grabbing anything from the shelves.

After this day, Noah kept a close eye on you, noticing how you kept to your water instead of eating anything with the guys when they were over having lunch or dinner, or how you left before or after luch or dinner time whenever it was just the two of you.

So he decided to talk to Nicholas about it.

"Have you noticed anything strange with Y/N lately?" he asked his best friend when they were sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart one night.

"No, dude. Should I have noticed something?", Nicholas asked back. Noah was sure he wasn't imagining things.

"We were buying stuff at the supermarket the other day and I noticed she was looking at the packages of everything she picked up from the shelves", he started to explain, and Nicholas paused the game so he could pay attention to what Noah was saying.

"So I questioned her about it and she said something about calories, and then I realized that she was checking the nutritional facts to decide if she would buy it or not. So I started to pay attention and noticed that she doesn't eat anything around us or me", he gave a big sigh of frustration. He wanted to confront you about it, but didn't want you to run for the hills.

"I offered her some chicken wings the other night but she refused them", Nicholas pointed out to him.

"Can you just keep an eye on her? Just to make sure I'm not making things up in my head?" Nicholas nodded and assured him he would say something if he noticed anything strange.

The days went by and you kept to the same pattern, until one day when Noah was sitting in the studio, working on new music and his phone rang beside him. Looking at the caller ID, he saw it was your mother giving him a call.

It wasn't unsual for them to talk, but they never called each other, choosing to stick to text messages intead. He picked up the phone as soon as he saw it was her.

"Hey, what's up?" he greeted, heart beating faster for no reason at all.

"Hey, Noah. I can't explain right now, but Y/N is in the hospital. She's fine, but I think she needs to see you", her voice was calm and that's what helped not alarm him too much. He got up from the chair and didn't bother putting his sneakers on, opting for the sliders already on his feet.

"I'll be there in a minute", he told her.

"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance", he gave a hum of acknowledgment and hung up the phone.

His head ran over a million possibilities of what could've happened to you, but he tried to keep himself from going crazy on the drive to the hospital. Your mom said you were fine, and he trusted her.

Sure enough, she was waiting for him at the entrance, wanting to talk to him before he went into your room. He approached her and they hugged as a greeting.

"Listen, I know you've probably noticed Y/N's eating habits by now", she told him and he nodded. "She is gonna tell you all you need to know, just please be patient with her. I know you're a good man and she's gonna need your support right now"

"I'll do anything she needs me to do" he reassured her.

"I know you are. She is in room 102" she told Noah and he got inside the hospital, stopping at the reception and then being led to your room.

He opened the door and saw you laying there on the bed. The sight broke his heart. You looked fragile and a little embarassed.

"Hi, baby" he said in a soft tone, not wanting to alarm you, as he took a seat on the chair, scooting over closer to your bed.

"Hey, there. I guess I owe you an explanation", you looked at him with a guilty look on your face.

"What happened, baby?", he took your hands in his and gave you his full attention.

"Apparently I'm very anemic", you let out a sarcastic laugh. "Before I met you, I had a boyfriend", you dived straight into it, not giving you the time to talk yourself out of this. "He was very controlling, specially with what I ate. He always told me he wasn't the kind of guy to date overweight girls", you felt his grip on your hand tighten at your words.

"He made me check the calories on everything I bought at the supermarket, hence why I was doing it that day. He would get very annoyed if I even looked at unhealthy foods in front of him. He made me weigh myself in front of him every week to make sure I didn't gain weight"

You closed your eyes, tears stinging them and threating to fall down your cheeks. But you kept going regardless.

"He was cruel because he ate everything I couldn't in front of me. To this day, I really do believe it was a form of psychological torture. I finally had the guts to break up with him after talking with my mom and my therapist", you looked at him and saw his brows were furrowed, you could tell he was angry about everything this man put you through.

"But old habits die hard and I guess I haven't fully realized I'm not in that place anymore. Everytime I reach for something at the supermarket or anytime you guys order food or we have a barbeque, his voice and his insults echo in my head all over again, and I can't help it but let it consume me"

"If I'm being honest with you, I just wanna bash this dude's head in right now", he said through gritted teeth. He couldn't fathom anyone putting their partner through this kind of thing.

"I heard he moved out of the country a few months back" you told him and he was actually glad, because he was already making plans in his head on how to find this guy and give him a piece of his mind.

"What can I do to help you?", he decided to change the topic of conversation to what you needed right now. He was going to focus on you.

"Going to therapy weekly again is a must. And try to get out of my comfort zone. In another words, I really have to start and try to eat more and more regularly" you told him and you could see the gears in his head turning.

"Here's what we're gonna do: you're gonna make a list of everything you're comfortable eating, and I'm gonna make you meals and snacks with those. You don't have to eat in front of me if you don't want to, I just need to know you're eating. And then the foods that trigger you, we can work on them together along with your therapist to make sure you're safe with eating them again" he had a whole game plan set out, and your eyes welled with tears for a different reason this time.

"It might take a while" you warned him.

"We have forever to work on it" he leaned over you to plant a kiss on your forehead.

The weeks following, he kept a close eye on you, but made sure to not crowd you. He had various snacks in different containers in the fridge for you to grab whenever you felt hungry, and you made an effort to put the empty containers on the countertop so he could see you were eating them.

Therapy felt good and soon you were finding yourself getting out of your shell more and more. You and Noah went on your first dinner date, and you finally got to taste Matt's amazing barbeque. Drinking beer again was amazing, and you would never forget the taste of having a sweet treat after a long day, or after a delicious meal.

You got to experience what a real relationship felt like, how it was to have supportive people around you. You no longer felt like you were being watched and judged, instead, they encouraged you to be yourself with no shame.

[bradleysass]

Quidditch Pitch - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 471

The Quidditch pitch was sacred ground. It was the place for competition, for soaring through the sky at breakneck speeds, for victory and defeat, for bruises and glory. But for James Potter and Regulus Black, it was also the place for something far more sinful.

The game was fierce, as it always was when Gryffindor and Slytherin faced off. James, ever the show-off, was dodging Bludgers with dramatic spins and twists, grinning like a madman. Regulus, all sharp focus and effortless grace, tracked the Snitch with hawk-like precision. And yet, despite their houses' historic rivalry, there was something electric crackling in the air between them, charged glances exchanged midair, smirks hidden behind determined expressions.

James swooped past Regulus, barely missing his shoulder. "Nice grip on that broom, Reggie. Sure you don’t need me to show you how to handle it?"

Regulus didn’t even blink. "I think we both know I’m more than capable of handling something long and fast, Potter."

James nearly choked on his laughter, barely managing to dodge a Bludger aimed directly at his head. "Bloody hell, you’re gonna be the death of me."

Regulus smirked, feigning innocence. "We all have to go somehow."

The game raged on, the crowd roaring, but James barely registered anything besides the way Regulus moved, how the sun caught in his dark hair, how his mouth twisted in concentration. It was entirely unfair, really. James had Quidditch to focus on, and yet all he could think about was how utterly devastating Regulus looked in Slytherin green.

Then, in a blink, it was over. The Snitch in Regulus’ hand, Slytherin’s cheers echoing through the stadium, and James groaning dramatically as he landed. "I let you have that one," he called as Regulus touched down gracefully.

Regulus raised a single brow. "Oh, of course. Purely an act of charity."

James slung an arm around Regulus’ shoulders, ignoring the suspicious looks from both their teams. "It’s the Gryffindor way," he said solemnly, leading him toward the shadowy area behind the stands.

"Is that so?" Regulus asked, amusement flickering in his eyes as he let James push him against one of the wooden beams, the sounds of the crowd muffled behind them.

"Mhm." James leaned in, noses brushing, the heat between them making the cold October air irrelevant. "But I was thinking... maybe you owe me a reward for being so generous."

Regulus hummed, tilting his head. "What did you have in mind?"

James grinned before closing the distance, claiming Regulus’ mouth in a kiss that was all heat and pent-up frustration, the adrenaline of the game fueling something more reckless. Regulus exhaled sharply against his lips before gripping the front of James’ jersey, pulling him closer.

Behind them, the crowd was still celebrating, oblivious to the real victory happening in the shadows of the Quidditch stands.

[tanghuyuj]

pairing - han yujin x gn!reader

warnings - none this is just super super sweet fluff!

wc: 471 words

maia’s note: wrote this small drabble after i saw these yujin photos and fell to the floor! i love him so much 🙁 likes and reblogs are always appreciated!! enjoy! 🤍

it was the last stretch. you and yujin stared intensely at the screen, both of you focused to the max. you drift the last turn, getting ahead of yujin.

he gasps, “what?! no, no, no!”

you grin as you finish in first place and your character, yoshi, cheers on the screen as celebratory music starts playing. yujin’s waluigi finishes seconds after you, letting out a grunt as he passed the finish line.

you turn to him and stick your tongue out at him. “you can never beat me.”

he turns to you, pauses for a moment, places his controller down, and then tackles you.

you yell, “hey!! yujin!” though it comes out quite muffled as your head is pressed against his shoulder.

“hmm,” he hums.

“yujin let me go.”

he shakes his head, “no.”

you sigh and give in, hugging him back. at that he giggles. “you can’t resist my cuddles.”

you scoff and he loosens his grip on you, moving back to look at you face to face. he automatically smiles wide, pinching your cheek.

“really jinnie.”

he smiles even wider if that’s even possible. “i love it when you call me jinnie.”

it’s your turn to smile. you mumble, “i love you.”

your eyes widen. his eyes widen. you’ve never said the ‘l word’ to each other.

“u-uh sorry, i don’t know what i was th-“ you stutter out.

“i love you too, yn.”

your mouth hangs open and he laughs softly at that.

“you’re so funny, why wouldn’t i say it back to you pretty?”

you pause, your mind glitching at every word he says. “w-well, i didn’t know if you’d say it back! i mean, we’ve never said it before..”

he hums, “i’ve been wanting to say it for awhile.”

“really?”

“yes yn of course. you’re the light of my life, i spend every day, 24/7, thinking about you.”he chuckles, “i constantly fall in love with you over and over again, but i’m not complaining. if, no, when this continues for the rest of my life i’ll be the happiest person to exist.”

you face begins to heat up and you feel your heartbeat quicken. what doesn’t help is that his face is inches away from yours, messy brown hair and comfy black hoodie making your stomach do backflips.

“jinnie..” you start, the corners of your lips lifting. “how did i get so lucky to find you?”

he grins before placing a kiss on your lips softly. the both of you smile into the kiss, happiness emitting from you and him.

you pull away and ruffle his hair. “i love you, jinnie.”

“i love you, yn.”

you two rest there, staring into each others eyes and giggling. that is until he stops abruptly and deadpans,

“oh just so you know, i let you win in mario kart.”

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[lovesuhng]

Glossy lips (en)

pairing: bestfriend! jaemin x bestfriend! reader

genre: fluff; best friends to lovers; mutual pining

wc: 471

summary: your lip balm had run out and you ask to borrow your friend's, but you end up in for a surprise when he decides to keep your lips moisturized.

“Will you take long?”

Jaemin was lying on your couch, “patiently” waiting for you to finish getting ready. You had agreed to go out for something to eat, as the day was pleasant, it was the beginning of spring and you wanted to get away from your responsibilities for a bit.

“I’m just trying to find my lip balm” You shouted into the room. You were ready about 20 minutes ago, but you were searching the house looking for your precious lip balm. “Well, you could help me, right?”

So, Jaemin searched the room, while you searched through all your bags. A few minutes later, Jaemin appears at your bedroom door with your precious lip balm in hand.

“How come you still want to use this here?”

“It's the best there is, I have to use every last drop. Ah, thank you for finding it.” The issue is that the “last drop” no longer existed. Your lip balm had run out, no matter how much you tried to remove something, nothing came out. “Sorry for wasting your time, let’s go.”

“It’s okay, we can buy one on the way”

“Or you could lend me yours, wouldn’t you?” You gave Jaemin a small smile. The boy was known for his moisturized lips, his friends always made fun of him saying that he had just eaten very oily chicken, because his lips were always shiny, but you knew that he also hated sharing his lip balm.

“I could even make an exception, but…” He took out the lip balm in his pocket, showing that he was almost in the same situation as yours. “...it's also almost gone and I don't want to buy another one right now.”

“Oh, please Nana! You know I hate going out without lip balm and then I restock your entire supply!”

"It's OK. But only because you insisted.” Jaemin approached and you reached out your hand, expecting him to give you the lip balm, but he opened the product, put it on his lips, placed his hands on your cheeks and joined his hydrated lips to yours, giving a long peck. When he walked away, he found you with your eyes wide and your hand still outstretched, surprised by your best friend's attitude. “Now come on, it’s going to get late.”

“Come back here now, Na Jaemin!” You screamed when you saw that he was going to walk away, as if nothing had happened. “You do this and just want to leave like that?”

Jaemin then realized what a “nonsense” he had done. “I’m sorry, I…”

“Come back here, I think you didn’t moisturize my lips very well.” A naughty little smile appeared on Jaemin's lips, as well as a huge relief in his chest when he realized that you wanted that kiss as much as he did.

[k-nayee]

Phantom Code Alien Romulus | iii

wc: 1.2k a/n: Just a heads-up! This mini-series was originally a one-shot but ended up longer than expected. So once I post the final chapter (when Andy chases Navarro and Bjorn after the facehugger incident), that will be the end of the Phantom Code series. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

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You were in the middle of your shift when it happened.

The hum of the machinery was a familiar comfort, the routine maintenance tasks performed almost second nature by now.

Suddenly without warning, you were called to report to a meeting. It was brief, no explanation given. Just a directive to come immediately.

And even though the abruptness of the call made you uneasy, you pushed the feeling aside. It was probably just a routine briefing, nothing more.

It wasn't until you arrived at the designated room that you realized something was very, very wrong.

Bjorn was already there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You didn't say anything to him, and he didn't speak to you.

You noticed a young girl sitting off to the side, barely a teenager.

She was too young to be working in the mines, and yet, here she was: her wide eyes darting between you and Bjorn.

You recognized her—she was supposed to start her training soon, but hadn't officially begun working yet.

Why she was here only made the situation even more unsettling.

The three of you exchanged uneasy glances, wondering what was going on. Minutes passed, each one stretching longer than the last.

Until finally, an official walked in. The man's face was solemn, he didn't bother with introductions or small talk.

Eyes swept over the three of you before speaking, his voice so flat it sent chills down your spine. "There was an accident in Sector 7 today. A gas leak."

Your heart sank. Sector 7....

That was where your father had been working. The knot of dread in your stomach tightened.

You wanted to believe it wasn't as bad as it sounded, but the look on the official's face told you otherwise.

"The leak spread rapidly," the official continued, his tone grim. "The android supervisor for that division on-site—Model HY-471—made the order to seal off part of the sector to contain it. In doing so, three miners were trapped inside... and sacrificed to save the rest of the team."

The first name was your father's. It hit you like a physical blow, the breath leaving your lungs as you tried to process what you'd just heard.

The other names barely registered—Bjorn's mother, and Marcus Harland, another miner you vaguely knew.

You felt like you were floating outside of your own body, watching everything unfold from a distance.

The young girl crumpled to the floor, her uncontrollable sobs tearing through the otherwise silent room.

You saw the color drain from Bjorn's face as he stared blankly ahead. He didn't say a word, didn't move, as if the news had frozen him in place.

The rest of the meeting was a blur. You didn't remember leaving the room, didn't remember walking out of the building.

It wasn't until you stepped into the cold night air that the world started to come back into focus. The streets were in full movement, thrumming with life as if yours hadn't just ended.

You took a few steps, your body moving slow and mechanical as if on autopilot.

Shoulders of passersby bump into you, jostling your frame, but you barely feel it. You just need to keep moving, to do something...anything, other than stand there.

Staring at the ground as you walk, a pair of shoes came into view. It was Bjorn.

His face was blank, his nose raw from the cold or from holding back tears—maybe both. His steps were slow, almost mindless, like he didn't know where he was going.

When your eyes met, there was no need for words. You both understood.

You fell into sync, walking side by side in silence for what felt like eternity. It wasn't until you neared your homes did Bjorn suddenly stop.

His shoulders began to shake, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to hold back.

You hesitate for a moment before stepping closer, reaching out to him. The moment your hand touched his arm, it was like something inside him broke.

Bjorn fell to his knees as he finally let go of everything he had been holding back. He buried his face into your shoulder, his body wracked with sobs as he clung to you for support.

You held him tightly as your own tears surfaced, the loss of your father hitting you with a force that left you breathless.

"I-I don't know what to do," Bjorn choked out, his voice barely audible between his tears. "She's gone... m-my m-mom's gone..."

"I know," you whispered, your own voice trembling as you try to stay calm. "I know, Bjorn. I'm so sorry."

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, your arms wrapped around him as he poured out his heart.

It was a sight to many who considered it a regular day; no one stopped to console or empathize, instead just continuing with their own lives.

When Bjorn's sobs finally began to quiet, you gently pulled back with comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You'll get through this," you said softly, though the words felt hollow in your mouth. "I know you will..."

Bjorn nodded, though his eyes were still filled with a sadness that seemed too deep for words. He didn't say anything, just looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and something else—something you couldn't quite place.

The rest of the walk home was quiet, both of you lost in thought. When you finally reached your door, you hesitated, turning to Bjorn one last time.

"If you ever need to talk..." you began, but he cut you off with a nod.

"I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you." With that, he turned and walked away, his figure blending into the crowded street.

In the days and weeks that followed, you found yourself slipping deep into a depression you couldn't seem to escape from.

It was a struggle to get out of bed each morning, to find the energy to face the world. You rarely went out unless you had to.

Work had became your only salvation; a place where you could lose yourself in the monotony of tasks that required no thought—no emotion.

The grief was always there. It lurked at the edges of your mind, threatening to pull you under if you let your guard down.

What happened that night was never brought up, the vulnerability that had been shared left unspoken.

But even so, something shifted between you and Bjorn. He seemed to act...differently.

He wasn't as brash with you, not as quick with his teasing. There was a gentleness inn the way he spoke to you, something that hadn't been there before.

Still the same impulsive and headstrong person, there was now an undertone of care in his actions toward you.

Yeah he still teased you, but it was different—less biting, more affectionate, almost protective.

And the way he looked at you; at times where no one paid attention, the softest lidded eyes would stare your way.

Bjorn (unbeknownst to you) had even began to badger Rain with questions about you, trying to learn more about the person who had comforted him in his darkest hour.

He may not fully understand these feelings: the grief of losing a parent, a newfound hatred for synthetics, the hope and excitement at getting out of this mining hellhole.

But one thing he did know for sure...there, in that whirlpool of emotions, was a budding crush for you.

[cafe-mysa]

happy little accidents || gorou oneshot

title: lanterns around the christmas tree day 7: decorations // a little accident // "i was trying to help!" // "i want my house to be seen from space." fandom: genshin impact character: gorou wc: 471 oneshot (credit to @12daysofchristmas for the prompt) !!content under the cut!! a/n GOROUS SO FUN TO WRITE??? SINCE WHEN???

gorou was a strong general who, when asked by his junior officers and soldiers, could quickly come up with solutions. gorou had fought many battles, gained the trust of sangonomiya kokomi. gorou had defeated and defended the island, snapping at anybody who dared pet him (you were a begrudging exception).

and yet, here he was.

"general gorou, defeated thousands but defeated by tinsel," he muttered bitterly, struggling to unwrap himself, "i'm sure the news would have a laughing stock."

"i'm sure they would."

he let out an undignified yelp, jolting as his ears twitched, whirling around to face you.

"general gorou, startled by their lover coming up behind them unknowingly, despite their guard being up at all times."

he let out a low growl as you neared him.

"how long have you been standing there?!"

"a while," you hummed, coming to a stop in front of him and the corners of your mouth twitching up.

"don't laugh," he muttered bitterly, "it's not funny."

"it is," you grinned, "just a little."

"i wanted to surprise you," he huffed, burying into the crook of your neck and no his tail was not wagging, "stupid tinsel..."

"surprise me, how?" you hummed in mock thought, "i'd say seeing you tangled up in tinsel was enough of a surprise for me, i shudder to think of what other surprises you have in store for me."

"it's not funny, [name]!"

"it is, though."

"it's not!"

"are you going to help me or not," he grumbled, gripping to you tighter.

"i think i like you like this," you hummed, "i dunno if i should..."

"[name]!" he pulled away from you with a snarl.

"alright, alright," you relented, biting back a laugh, "don't get your tail into a twist, i'll help you, general gorou."

he grumbled as you led him to a softer patch of grass, gently turning him around as you grabbed one end of the tinsel, seeing his tail twitch in irritation.

"hurry up."

"there's a lot of tinsel," you shot back, unravelling him, "how'd you even get yourself into this situation, anyway?"

he fell silent, his ears tugged back.

"gorou?"

"wanted to surprise you," he was not pouting, "the-i asked her excellency if i could help out and-she... she said that i could decorate the island and-and our house and so-so i got out the tinsel but i didn't know it was going to be that much and i also didn't know that the box on top was also tinse-"

"gorou, breathe."

he exhaled, stumbling slightly as he turned again.

"when are you going to be done," he muttered bitterly, raising his arm to let you unravel the tinsel.

"i'm almost done," you huffed out a laugh, finally pulling him free.

he jolted as you ran a hand through his tail.

"stop teasing me!"

"accident, sorry~"

[kumiaku]

Kinktober Day 12.5 - Temperature Play (Jingliu)

Kinktober Day 12 - Temperature Play, Jingliu x Reader, Honkai Star Rail

Masterlist

Misc. Tags/Info - Gn reader, foxian reader, temperature play, slight knife/sword play, what do you call the foxian half of this? Tail play? Yes. ear play? Yes? Maybe Xenophilia?

WC - 471

Nsfw under cut

“Jingliu!” You all but squealed, your eyes shutting as your body tried to flinch away from her touch. She could be so very demanding at times, her gloved hands tight on your chin, keeping your chin from moving. But it wasn’t as if she could restrain your ears that same way. 

You always kept yourself well groomed, your hair, ears, and tail always pristine, but now her glassy glacial blades pushed apart your fur and pressed against the sensitive skin of your ears. Her glacial steel no doubt left cold dewdrops on the heart hairs of your ears, leaving them twitching even after they squirreled away from the ice. 

She chuckled darkly above you, not quite light hearted, but not quite sinister either. Jingliu kept firm on top of your body, knees on either side of your hips, shifting her weight forward when you shrunk in her touch. Your thighs pressed together as you twitched away with your flicking ears, you practically whimpered as you curled up on your side. 

As much as your body felt squeamish and favored flinching away, you wanted to stay under her gentle touch, preferring the sharp yet rounded end to her blade and the snowy sensations that followed a swing of her blade on your flesh. Without it you felt unbearably numb, as if she could carve meaning into your life by simply caring for you. 

“My little fox,” her voice was slightly raspy as she spoke, the blade bade a fond farewell for the moment, but the wintry fog never quite left, still staining your cartilage with an eager eclipse of sensation. Glacial hands ghosted over your tail, her fingertips curling in your fur, reaching through your well maintained vanity and creeping over your very root. 

Again you shifted under her, the hot breath leaving your mouth as you shivered from her, your own heat feeling so far removed as her cold breath was almost lucent against your ear. Lips pressed, almost like a bite or a nibble, on either side of your cartilage, cold and piercing enough for your voice to finally lilt out of your throat.

“One sliver and you sing so pretty.” She almost seemed to lament the ease at which she brought you closer and closer to lust, but both of you knew that was hardly genuine. The most real thing was her eventide umbral embrace, and the warmth it kindled under your skin, flowing fervently like a rushing river.

Your voice was never a silent soliloquy in her presence, Jingliu always found a way to tease your song from your lips, be it directly or indirectly. 

Once more you glanced up at her, at your luminescent moon, her face near glowing as she stared at you with some thinly veiled hunger, the smile curved on her lips simply divine.

[intothepast9]

detention part iii

written for @pandalilymicrofics April 26 prompt, "slump"--wc 471

part i

part ii

Pandora looked at Lily so earnestly Lily wasn’t sure how she could be the same girl she’d met a few days before and had been scared to exercise authority over once Professor McGonagall had left. She stood up, then felt awkward and sat on the desk, and motioned for Pandora to do the same. She did, and Lily reached for her hand beside her, and when their hands met, Pandora turned to Lily with a small smile. “So will you do it?”

“You really mean it?” Lily asked.

“Every word,” the other girl whispered.

“Then of course I will,” Lily said. “Anything.”

Lily watched Pandora’s shoulders slump with relief, and she squeezed her hand. “Can I ask, though?”

“What?”

“Why me? We’d never spoken until a few days ago.” Lily looked into Pandora’s dark eyes but couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“Well, for one thing, that sort of circumstance has to be fate, doesn’t it? That you were the one to learn what I was doing rather than a professor, and then the fact that I could tell there could be something between us—that had to have been fate as well. It’s a marriage I’m running from, so anything that seems like a chance to get out should be something like a marriage.”

Lily wasn’t sure if she believed in fate, but she didn’t want to disagree with anything this girl said, not when Pandora’s life and their future together might ride on it. Was Pandora offering her that? A relationship? And all Lily knew about her was that she was attracted to her and that she was unexpected; that she was interested in potions and not in He Who Must Not Be Named. Lily looked at her and spoke slowly, “I know you can tell I, er, well am attracted to you…” Christ, could that be any more awkward to say?? “But I hope you know that I don’t expect anything from you; that I could do everything I can to get you out of this situation without needing you to promise to be in a relationship with you.”

Pandora looked away. “That’s all very well and noble,” she started. “But is it what you want?”

“I want, above all, for you to be safe.” Pandora looked at her intensely, so she relented and asked her. “What do you want?”

“I don’t think Fate would have led me to you if you didn’t in some way fulfill what I want most in life.” She was so close to her. Lily felt her free hand reaching up to cup Pandora’s face, and Pandora must have moved forward because then they were kissing, their kneecaps knocking together on the desk. And at least in this moment, whatever they were going to go through seemed so immaterial; everything was so clear.

[ghost-proofbaby]

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

EXTRA CONTENT - "BEYOND THE HOURS"

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 471. ha.

→ a/n: so. i can finally, FINALLY, post this! this is the real beginning to eddie's pov of his solo time from hour nine <3 it's not much, but for obvious reasons, i had to cut it when i posted the original.

He couldn’t sleep. He knew this was the time for the two of you to do exactly that, sleep and rest as much as you could before you received another interruption, but he couldn’t. 

Everything. 

He meant it. He was sorry for everything. All of it, every single moment that had ever transpired between the two of you, every broken cobblestone that lined the path from where you two began to where you two stand now. He was sorry for that first night, the way he’d turned so cold so suddenly. He was sorry for this night, for the way he’d lied through his teeth and said he’d celebrate your death. 

He wouldn’t celebrate your death. Even the idea of you no longer being a part of the friend group, let alone this plane of existence, made his heart ache a tune of something terrible. Suddenly, all his reasons for the way he’s protected himself have been proven right. Awfully right, painfully right.

Eddie Munson is incapable of being around you for more than a few minutes at a time, an hour if he pushed it, because if he is around you too long, he loves you too much. He loves your terrible jokes and he loves your laughter that follows. He loves the height of your cheeks and he loves the curve of your neck. He loves to watch you melt for him, to watch all the roughness he’d caused soften as you have slowly started to decide he was deserving of your time. Slow, warm. It runs like honey through his veins, but it burns like molten lava. Thick, scorchful, unforgiving, impossible to rid yourself of. 

He’s sorry. For everything. If he could take it back, he would. But, alas, he can’t – and so now he’s stuck in this bed beside you, a ridiculous fucking pillow wall to keep barriers up as the two of you have let the emotion ones crumble far too quickly. 

It’s when the first snore falls from your lips that he caves and decides he can’t keep staring at the ceiling anymore. He’s kept his eyes glued there, not risking glancing at your face for the fear of his heart only falling further. 

He can’t afford the consequences of loving someone like you. You are not something fragile and delicate for him to have and to hold. You’re a dagger to be wielded, and his grip is still too slick. The only one who gets cut in the end will be him. It won’t work. It can’t work.  

His mind rattles as he maneuvers carefully out of the bed, trying hard not to disturb you until he’s successfully sliding off the foot of the bed and standing up straight. He wants to look back at your sleeping form – he can’t let himself do it.

and obviously, you can continue to read the rest of the scene here. <3

[icyblogs]

wc: 471

Is this a niche? Probably but you know what it’s all good. Anyway-- Thinking about COD and DND. I’m imagining this specific scenario with a patron!Ghost x warlock!Soap x reader.

Reader is just some plain ol’ human in a world of, well, fantasy with things beyond the wildest imagination- dealt the wrong cards in the hands of fate. Maybe for plot sake let’s say someone close to you died: a family or a lover, or maybe you’re running from something in your past. Something that causes you to look for ways to gain more power- or to protect yourself, something, right? Years of reading in the depths and restricted areas of libraries, of tracking down people- of searching before you find what you’re looking for. Going to what you would consider far away from civilization- let’s say the mountains- in case you unleash some sort of unholy evil on the land, looking to summon a fiend in order to get whatever it was in your heart that you desired. 

Long story short, the reader would attempt to summon said fiend or ancient being- and maybe fail instead of succeeding? Maybe they misspoke the incantation, or had the wrong offerings or simply misunderstood the situation- not realizing that just because you try to do a summoning doesn’t necessarily mean it would work. And of course, such beings that lock in a pact with people.. In more cases than not it’s typically at the lowest point in their lives, giving the poor unfortunate souls an offer they usually can’t refuse. So I'm thinking the reader ends up failing in the summoning quite miserably but of course being out far from civilization for the ritual causes well.. Something has gone wrong. You end up nearly dead, just adding to the series of unfortunate events surrounding your existence as a whole; and guess whose attention you capture? Patron!Ghost- offering you a chance at life- at a chance to survive. All you have to do is take the leap. Oh forming a contract? Silly thing, you already offered yourself as a whole with that little ritual you did earlier! Aren’t you happy- isn’t this what you wanted? 

Look- he’s even so generous to have one of his oldest worshippers warlocks to help show you the ropes. Isn’t that so nice of him? After all you’re just a little human with nothing else going for you. Everything else you've known is gone! What do you mean you don’t want to be locked away- this is what you wanted! You wanted the power to protect yourself- and well you got it in the physical form of a new guard dog! (: And better yet you’re getting all the safety you could ever need, tucked away from everything else! You don’t want this anymore? You’d really try to leave a pact? How cute. 

EDIT: If you liked this, you're in luck!! Started writing a story about this here! (:

[krisdreaming]

Counting Stars

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

Warning: Reader has lighter skin / faint freckles, so not as inclusive as I usually try to be!

WC: 471

A/N: So this is a tad bit more self indulgent than usual ahaha don't hate me. I know this scenario is as old as time itself but I couldn't resist. PS kiss requests are coming later this week, I already have a few written up :3

The movie is over, but neither you nor Tetsurou can be bothered to extricate yourselves from your tangle of limbs. Throughout the course of the movie, he had pulled you closer and tucked his legs around yours. Now that it's over, he turns you so that he's nose to nose with you, his back to the still-glowing tv screen. The light reflects on your face, and his eyes trace it in silence for a few moments.

"Hey," He says in a whisper, "Did you know that you have these really faint freckles?" His fingertips lightly skim your cheeks, making you shiver.

"I mean, I've looked in a mirror a time or two," You chuckle softly.

"Funny," He breathes back with a huff of his own laughter. "But I don't think I've ever noticed them before." His brow puckers slightly, and he studies your face more closely.

Slowly, he begins to dot his fingertip in the barest touches across your cheek. It tickles, and you crinkle your nose. "What are you doing?"

"Counting them," He murmurs, "And you just made me lose track." A smile slides across his lips, and you sigh. "Hold still," He prompts, the fingertips of one hand steadying your face as he dots across it again with the other. "One, two, three..." He continues counting, traveling across the bridge of your nose to your right cheek. "Twenty-three." He finishes with a quick peck to his final dot. "You have twenty-three freckles on your face." He announces seriously.

"Oh?" You hum, unable to keep the smile from your own face.

He nods, his hand still steadying your face. "And..." He traces out a small pattern on your left cheek. "Those ones look like Cassiopeia." His fingers drift across your nose. "And there's Orion's Belt."

"Isn't that one just three stars in a row?" You quirk an eyebrow.

"Yes," He says, "And it's right here on your face." He traces it again, and you can't help the soft laughter that slips out.

"You're such a nerd," You poke him in the chest.

"I prefer, 'you have such a well-rounded base of knowledge.'" He laughs, nudging his nose against yours.

"Too many words," You murmur, feeling yourself being lulled closer to sleep by his gentle ministrations. His expression is unbearably soft, and you can't resist surging forward to press a kiss to his lips. He returns it, fingers sliding into your hair as he deepens the kiss.

"I guess I'll accept that," He says under his breath after he pulls away, his thumb skimming your cheek. You let yourself linger somewhere between asleep and awake, the pathways of his fingertips across your skin still tingling pleasantly.

"Oh, twenty-four," He says suddenly, breaking the silence. "I missed one, right here." He presses his lips above your right eyebrow to the final freckle.

[poison--ivory]

Warnings: Minors pls Dni, nsfw, car sex,

College au! Bakugou x Reader

WC: 471

           The first time Katsuki and you had sex was near the beginning of the second semester.  A massive summer storm canceled some classes for that Friday. Your roommate convinced you to go out into the pouring rain and travel to a house party in Shibuya. You hated crowded places mixed with loud music. It gets your senses racing quickly. 

           But she reassured you that the music wouldn’t be that high, which was a lie. Not even the loud downpour of water could muffle the noise from the big house.

           You got a ride back to campus from Bakugou, your classmate from your Foreign Language course. He was already heading back to his dorm, and if you're being honest, you’re glad he decided not to stay and party for the weekend. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him attractive, especially in his gym clothes or after his morning workout, his muscles glistening with sweat under the auditorium lights. However, his attitude is what turned you off, but surprisingly that didn’t stop you from fucking him in the back of his car.

           Messy and fast is how you described it. His speedy pace, the way he sloppily kissed your face, the sweat, and his big hands reaching and grabbing handfuls of your plush ass. He whispered lewdly about how much of a slut you have to be to fuck the guy who's giving you a ride. Degrading you even further by making you shake your ass on his cock. He fucks you with no mercy, slapping your backside if you stop moving or making you hold back your orgasms. 

            After you both came down, he gave you his phone number and told you to text him if you ever wanted to get dicked down again. Once he dropped you back at your dorm hall, you stared as his car drove off. You didn’t plan on texting him, to be honest, you thought the number was fake. But lo and behold, a week later, you texted the number. Then, no less than ten minutes later, you were being railed by his rod on his dorm bed. Your body rocked to the rhythm of his thrusts, your fingernails digging into his flesh, making him hiss.

           “Fuck.” He dragged out. You gasped as he flipped you onto your stomach and gave your ass a good smack. His big hands pressed down on your tailbone, keeping you from sitting up. Bakugou slid back into your slick hole and continued his steady pace. He pushed your head into the sheets, muffling your moans.

           With the way he’s thrusting, your clit, is rubbing against the comforter, and the unshakable rise of another orgasm is coming to a hill. “Faster! Please, Bakugou.” You groaned. 

           He chuckled, “You want me to go faster, princess.” He leaned in, you could feel his breath tickling your earlobe.

                                                  “Beg me.”

 ko-fi