#AH first time crying while writing something on my own damn..

[totallybakedcake]

The man who owns that and makes it more important that his life

Nanami who is the most gentlemen of a boyfriend you can have.

Nanami loves, and I mean, loves fancy dates. It is just the way you come to him with the most beautiful smile, the way your hands wrap around his as you both walk in formal attire, the way you can be so elegant, that makes him internally the happiest and makes him come back to you.

Nanami has the most subtle ways to make you swoon for him without even realizing it. How can he just make your heart skip a beat by just removing his glasses?

Nanami, who always handles your tantrums with grace and makes you calm down in seconds just by pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair,.

Nanami, who buys many great body care products, smells heavenly. From head to toe, he smells so good with his products and even buys you all kinds of skincare, haircare, and even medicines that you forgot to buy that he already has.

Nanami, who does not say it but has a borderline obsession with lying on your lap, sleeping in your embrace, and even pressing both of your foreheads together, is the funniest thing to tease him about while he tries to hide his blush.

Nanami does not like your friend's drama or gossip; yeah, he can listen to it for a maximum 15 minutes, then leaves the room or just says, "Please, I cannot listen to this anymore. Leave me for all this nonsense."

Nanami does not enjoy pick-up lines, memes, your friends who talk about absolute odd things, or even a get-together at a club or a cheap restaurant. That's how he is; you can never get him to stop doing that.

Nanami, who does not like some sort of outing each day, would much rather be home, laying his head on your lap, and reading a book while the AC is on. He believes dates should be occasional in order to make them more special.

Angst section

Nanami, who never cracks any jokes, finally does when Yuji, Todo, and Mahito are fighting while he lays in your lap as you embrace him.

"Come on, sing me the best song I have ever heard, your laugh, for that you have to smile, sunshine."

Nanami, who just wants to hear you talk and smile at him for his last moments,.

Nanami, who brings his other hand to your cheek and caresses it with the most gentle touch, brushes away the tears that might fall and not stop.

Nanami, who finally praises Gojo and the others, says, "Gojo, without him, my life would be boring. I like him, you know? Yuji is the one to whom I will be leaving my will to protect others. The moment I saw him, it made me get memory flashes of Haibara, who was just like him; that's why I didn't want him to be injured."

Nanami talks about his best moment when you surprised him with a 3-month vacation to Malaysia, where you both had the best times of your lives. Ah, he cannot talk anymore and now just hears you talk and talk.

Nanami, who in his last moments brings you close and presses his lips to yours for the last time ever, feels like his first ever kiss. He can feel all that joy and love he felt when he kissed you for the first time.

It must have been a hot minute before he breaks the kiss and finally says his last words, "I love you more than my life name." Live for me, okay? Don't forget this grumpy but best boyfriend." As he closes his eyes, he sees your smile fade away into darkness.

[sukunas-wife]

First, I adore your writing! It warms my soul 🫶🏽♥️

Second, I was wondering if you could do Sukuna x Reader w/ little Yuji asking his dad to help him make a gift for Y/N for Mother’s Day. I think it would be such a cute bonding time between them 💝

Please and thank you if you choose this 🤍

Tysm 🥹 it keeps me warm at night, So does my Sukuna plushie when I don’t knock him off the bed by accident 😭 but Yes! 🥺 I know Valentines isn’t close or far but 😫 The things I’d do for him and Yuji (as a son) on Valentine’s Day 😭😭 I wanna spoil both of them with love🥹 and maybe give Sukuna another kid 🤭

But I hope you like it Little Anon 🤍

“DDAAADDDD” Yuji came running into the living room crying running with a pair of plastic scissors almost impaling his dad. “What is brat?” Sukuna didn’t look too interested, laid back on the sofa, arms behind his head, eyes closed.

“My scissors won’t cut!” He made snipping motions on the paper he was using and sukuna barely opened an eye to watch. Yuji’s already teary eyes watered up as she trembled and sniffled. Sukuna closed his eyes, “Then fold it and tear it, you don’t need scissors to cut paper.”

There Yuji stood, laying the paper on his dads stomach. Sukuna opened his eyes watching how he was crinkling it while he tried to fold it. Failing and failing until he got it right, and tearing it apart slowly, “I did it!” Sukuna had a small smile, bringing a hand to ruffled Yuji’s hair “After half an hour.” Yuji pouted, “I gotta go!” He ran to his room again and sukuna was left with his hand flopping down dragging on the floor. “Hey!” He yelled after Yuji, Yuji popped his head out the door, “yeah?” “STOP RUNNING WITH THOSE DAMN SCISSORS!” “….Okay daddy!”

Sukuna closed his eyes leaning back, he could hear the tearing of paper before he started to nap. Then there was a really loud tear and he choked hearing Yuji’s small voice “damn it!”

“Pssst… psss… pss daddy.” He tried to swat away whatever was touching his face “ddadddyyyy are you awake?….. daddy?”

“What is it now Yuji?” Sukuna didn’t open his eyes. “I needa go…” “Yu.. you have the short toilet you can go if you need to..” “noooo daddy I need to go to the store!” Sukuna sat him with a huff, “alright let’s go. Go get dressed- are we taking the bike?” Yuji's eyes had stars while he looked up at his dad. “Yeah, we’re taking the bike cmon, get ready.” Yuji ran off to his room where Sukuna heard all the sounds of Yuji ripping open the clothes drawers. Grabbing his own jacket he got ready to go out into the cold.

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“Alright what are we looking for…” Sukuna received silence, “Yuji?” He snapped around and there was no Yuji. “Ah shit.”

There went Sukuna trying to speed walk around trying to find his son who he literally brought into the store a minute ago. Finally he found him, in the seasonal section stretching on his tippy toes to get a white tiger plushie that held a white and silver box with a costume glass pearl necklace and earrings. “…what are you doing…?” “Wan it for mommy.” He gave up looking down and pointing at the plushie. Sukuna sighed, “Why do you want it for mom brat it’s not her birthday.” “Because it’s white day daddy! I have to get something for mommy!” He threw his hands up like it was the most obvious thing, unbeknownst to him the entire world was coming crashing down on his dad at that moment.

“I..it’s what?” “White day Daddy! Now hurry, I need that bear!” He went back to jumping and trying to grab it before Sukuna grabbed it shoving it under his arm, and picking up Yuji stuffing him under his other arm, “We gotta hurry-“ Yuji bounced around under Sukuna’s arm while he ande his way to the register, “wait!” Sukuna came to a stop “what?!” “Can I get candy?” Yuji pointed at the candy aisle and Sukuna turned his side to the aisle so Yuji could get what he wanted, “okay… WAIT NO” he grabbed a second candy, “I’m ready.” Sukuna let out heh noise before rushing back to the register, “I gotta pick something up at the shops so we gotta be fast hold on.”

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Yuji was standing on a chair at the kitchen table looking at the white Box his dad picked up. “What’s inside?” Sukuna who was focusing on spilling the glitter Yuji wanted on his card was holding his breath to not blow everywhere. Finally he sat up taking a breath, “a gift for your mom, cmon, you wanted to put your hand on this card right?”

“Mhmm!” Yuji hummed running around the table to his dads side barely peeking over the edge, “got the paint?” … “mm…no, gotta find it” Yuji trailed after his dad on the way to his room where they started looking in the closet, in the toy box, under the bed. “Where’s y/n put everything???” Sukuna was knelt face pressed against the floor flashing under Yuji’s bed with his phone’s flash light.

“Oh oh! Top shelf! Mommy doesn’t let me touch the top shelf.” He watched his push a chair over the book shelf and jump in the chair grabbing a thin box, “I touch it anyways.” He smiled proudly and Sukuna just smirked “Oh you little devil mommy would be so disappointed to know her precious little boy plays with the paint when she’s not home.”

Yuji threw the box up, “Please don’t tell mommy! I’ll never do it again!” Sukuna laughed when Yuji started to tear up, “Don’t worry, as long as you don’t tell mommy we ran that red light earlier, grab em and let’s go.” Yuji nodded like he was on a mission, “Kay.”

——

“Daddy you put your hand on first,” Sukuna sighed but pressed his hand into the Paper Yuji worked so hard to cut earlier. “Now let me see your hand Yu, gonna ink you up.”

Yuji laughed uncontrollably at the feeling of the brush on his fingers and palm which lead to Sukuna tickling him. Yuji was laughing until he turned red and started wheezing. Sukuna tried to brush Yuji’s hair back until he smudged him with paint. He cleared his throat to not laugh at Yuji, when he finally sat up catching his breath.. “My hands dry.”

Sukuna snickered, “alright, do it this time.” He carefully painted Yuji’s hand, guiding him to make the print right in the middle of Sukuna’s hand print. “Done!”

He turned to his dad in his lap and placed his hands on his cheeks squishing his face, “Thank you daddy, i love you.” Yuji was smiling, Sukuna smiled and nuzzled his nose against Yuji’s before pressing his lips to the top of his head making a dramatic muah sound making Yuji go “eewww” while laughing. Sukuna laughed while Yuji stared at his face, “I wanna look like daddy.” Which led to the two spending the next hour painting Yuji’s face to have the same inked lines his daddy did. 🥹

———

When you came home you found Sukuna and Yuji in the kitchen. Sukuna was telling Yuji about his “top secret” frying technique and Yuji was standing on a chair looking at the stove watching every move not wanting to miss anything. “mhm mhm” he had no idea what was going on while his dad was talking. You took their picture before Yuji finally turned around “Mommy!” He got so happy slowly sliding off the seat to run over to you, “Happy White day! We got you something!”

“Aww baby you didn’t have too.” Picking him up and kissing him all over he squealed in delight. Setting him down you walked over to Sukuna, he turned to kiss you when he felt you moving in to kiss his cheek. He had that smug smile when you smiled wrinkling your nose at him.

“Look, we made the bag too.” You watched Yuji’s little chubby legs and hands pop around the bag his face hidden behind the wrinkled tissue paper, “Aww its so pretty.” You took the bag from him, it was a white party bag in Yuji’s hand writing with gold marker “we lov you momy.” Covering your smile with your hand you looked at Yuji, “Did it all by myself.” Sukuna tsked “Sure ya did brat, went to the store too and used your whole five dollars too, hm?”

Yuji stuck his tongue out at his dad, “You didn’t give em back so I did pay!” You shook your head smiling when you opened the box, pulling out a white paper card, Sukuna moved closer resting his chin on your shoulder and Yuji pushed up a chair. The was Yuji’s handwriting “We lov you momy” and a wobbly drawn heart. Under it he wrote his name and Sukuna signed his name with a little note “I Love you more ;).” When you opened it it was so cute that you knew Yuji had to have forced Sukuna to do it. Sukuna’s hands were painted red in the shape of a heart, inside were yuji little hands painted white to make a smaller heart.

There was the note in Sukuna’s Handwriting, “These are my hands and with them I will take yours to have and to hold, to love and cherish till death do us part.”

Then there was Yuji’s cute little note, “I know you wipe some away, but these prints were made to stay, So keep them forever, a treasure they'll be, A special I LOVE YOU for you from me.”

The rest of the card was decorated in gold and silver glitters dots and squiggles. Little hand drawn hearts from Sukuna and Yuji. Most of the glitter ended up on the white tiger plushie Yuji ended up taking to sleep with that night 🥹😭

Later that night when Ryo and You were in the room getting ready to sleep when he spoke up. “Sorry we didn’t take you out anywhere fancy. Kinda lost track of time with everything going on…” he paused and you just turned to look at him, “It’s not an excuse but I did get you this.”

You walked over standing between his legs taking the white box from him. He hugged your waist pressing his face against your tummy, you rested your elbows on his shoulders and he heard your small laugh. “I think this was more for you then it was for me.”

You dropped the box next to him holding up the lingerie set. It was white satin with gold hip and shoulder straps covered in crystals. The back of the panties had been customised to say “Ryomen”, all topped off with one of those dramatic lacey robes with even more dramatic feathery cuffs and edges.

He smiled up at you from your tummy with lidded eyes, “maybe…” he kissed your tummy before squeezing your sides. You out a hand on his head brushing his hair back, he had that smug smile that gave you Yuji a few years ago, “So what do you say we really make this a white day?”

Tag: @sad-darksoul @cyder-puff @satorisgirl @bontensbabygirl @lupita97lm @queen-luna-007 @sakuxxi @mercymccann @simpforyoubitch @certainduckanchor @domainofmarie @najiiix @bakugou-katsukis-wife @amitiel-truth @souyasplushie @mylovelessnightmare

[saerayofsunshine]

Tease me, baby

Summary: Gojo Satoru could be a complete tease, outside the bedroom and inside the bedroom. Sometimes, you played along with his antics, because why not? The reward would be sweet, or so he promised. But sometimes, it was just too much, leaving you hanging on the bridge of madness, leaving you with nothing but a flame of desire within you, a flame that only he could put out. Relationship: Gojo Satoru/Reader Rating: E Words: 2.6K Content Warning: consensual sex, edging, unprotected sex (don't be silly, protect the willie), breeding, orgasm denial (?), pet names (babygirl, baby, darling), fingering, etc. (let me know if I forgot something). Note: This is my first time writing smut, but I've caught up to the manga and man, I just had to do something with myself. This is pure porn with no plot at all, so ehe. Hopefully I haven't missed any typos or grammar. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! On the other hand, writing this has been an experience because how the fuck do write people long smut? How do they put words together and make it sexy at the same time? Like damn.

cross-posted on ao3

You had heard of the name Gojo Satoru way before the start of high school. How could you not? Every sorcerer had heard of that name at least once: the wielder of six eyes, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the honored one... his name brought a sense of dread to his enemies while awakening feelings of admiration within his comrades.

You had heard plenty of him but didn't encounter him until the start of jujutsu high, where you had the unfortunate (or fortunate?) chance of being his precious kohai.

Up to that point, you had heard about how playful, annoying, and teasing Gojo Satoru could be, but it was only after meeting him that you realized how much of a playful, annoying, and teasing bastard he could really be.

It had all started in high school. You hadn't questioned his antics during that time, simply letting him touch you whenever the opportunity called for it. Whether that be a slight brush of your hands as you passed something to him, or him brushing something across your shoulders, afterwards playing with your hair as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Remembering such memories never failed to bring a smile onto your face.

Gojo Satoru had always been a tease, during his youth and his adolescence. Normally, you played along his little games, more than eager to tease him back and make him crack.

What had started with innocent touches during your youth had turned into seducing prods, demanding more, wanting more, seeking more out of your body. You were all too eager to deliver, but sometimes, sometimes, even you couldn’t keep up with his enthusiasm.

You loved the feel of his large hands groping your tits, squeezing, pulling, brushing against your hard nipples, before teasing them with that wicked tongue of his; loved to feel his digits on your clit, gently caressing and petting the little bud nonstop, as if he wasn’t preparing to make you scream afterwards. With a soft growl of his, he would reassure you every time you cried out for him, desperately asking him to just put it in, please, and you loved it even more when he delivered, his long fingers finally sliding home within your pussy, fingering the shit out of you and granting you that sweet release you had been longing from him.

You loved him and his little game of teasing, but sometimes, you hated him for this exact reason.

You hated him for making you crave him so much, for putting you through hell, just to get a taste of his fingers, his mouth, his cock. Anything he was willing to give, you would gladly accept.

It didn’t matter whether it was his fingers, his mouth or his cock, he would patiently wait, he would listen, as if you weren’t trashing within his hold, moaning, practically crying his name with every breath. “Satoru, ah, Satoru… please.”

Satoru was too good at ignoring his own desire, his cock practically leaking, begging to be touched, but he wouldn’t have it. Without you saying the words, at least. He adored the expression on your face whenever you felt desperate, the breathless sighs leaving your parted lips, along your twitching thighs that rose into his hand, sucking and clenching around his fingers, and the filthy sound your cunt made with every push and pull… it was all too addicting.

Even if he tried, Satoru couldn’t, wouldn’t stop, no matter how much you begged for mercy.

“Relax, I got you,” he murmured, leaning over your sweaty body, kissing you on the lips, effectively cutting of the moans. Their tongue danced around each other, moaning against each other’s mouth as Satoru massaged your right tit as his other hand maintained a fast pace within your poor cunt, feeling it twitch with every push and pull, brushing against that spot that had you gush against his digits. Desperate for more, you ache more into his palm, in hopes of him acknowledging your neglected clit.

Though, you knew that he wouldn’t show you any mercy, that bastard. The pleasure was just too much.

Sometimes, he was too much for you.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Kissing your red cheeks and trailing kisses across your neck, Satoru kept the fast pace of his fingers, curling his fingers slightly up, brushing against that spongy spot once again, leaving you a moaning, twitching mess beneath him.

Hands grasping his hair, you held on tightly as he left soft pecks across your neck and shoulder blades.

“Ssh, it’s okay babygirl.” He chuckled at the whine that escaped you when he pulled his fingers out, switching his attention to the swollen bud, gently petting your clit before slapping it, before gently petting it once again. He stuffed you full of his fingers once again, continuing his fast pace within you. “Just take it like this. I know you can.”

Cocky little bastard. How can he be this collected when you felt his cock twitch against your thigh whenever you grinded on him? It was hard, tip swollen an angry red and leaking precum from all the grinding, but here he was, acting as if this wasn’t affecting him in the slightest, as if he wasn’t yearning to be inside you.

A long sigh left your lips as you clenched on his fingers that were assaulting your drenched pussy, blushing at the wet sounds it created. It would have been embarrassing any other day, the way you were soaking his palm, but today, you couldn’t care any less.

“Fuck… please, please give it to me.”

He growled underneath his breath, a crazed look on his face, smirking as he witnessed you desperately trashing within his hold. “Just tell me what you want, and I will give it to you,” he promised, placing loving kisses against your reddened cheeks. “You just have to say what you want, darling. Use your words. You can do that much, right? I haven’t fucked you dumb, right?” He asked, slowly pulling his fingers out to gently massage your clit, slapping it occasionally, chuckling as moans left your mouth. “What do you want me to do? Tell me what you want, I’m not a mind reader, baby.”

“Satoru…” you drawled out, meeting each other’s gaze. Satoru didn’t look away from you, daring you to back out, to not voice out your wants. You bit your lip, the uncomfortable ache within you making it unable to stand still. “Please, make me come. I want to come so badly. Please.”

That was all he needed to hear. If there was something that Satoru loved, it was you desperately begging him to make you come. He was sure, this feeling would never leave him; there would never be a day where Satoru didn’t want to hear you cry out of pleasure, begging for him.

You were his needy little girl, all spread open, wet, twitching and ready just for him.

Satoru loved to see you desperate, desperate for a kiss, desperate for his fingers, desperate for his cock.

He loved teasing you, making you beg, wrecking you, before starting the process all over again.

"There you go. Was that so hard to admit?" His cockiness and the smug smile on his face would have annoyed you any other day, but today, you let it slide, focusing on the way he played with your clit, prepping you up for what was about to come. "You know I will give it to you. All you have do is be a good girl and ask."

Placing a hand on your stomach, Satoru began his unforgiving assault with his other hand, and fuck, if it wasn’t what you needed. His fingers expertly bully your cunt, pulling and pushing, brushing over your sensitive spots within you, and you trashed, and trashed, and trashed. His hand on your stomach held you down, and you could do nothing but shake like a leaf underneath his demonstrations.

He leaned over you body when you grasped his shoulder, scratching his back as you bucked against his hand, and fuck, was it fucking hot. Quiet murmurs of his name and repeated, dragged ‘yes’ were the only thing that left your lips, encouraging Satoru to give you more, more and more.

“C’mon baby, you’re close, aren’t you?” Tugging at your aching bud, he massaged it quickly, up and down, left and right, before repeating the process, bright eyes never leaving your teary gaze. “Come on my fingers, baby. Give it to me.”

“Fuck-Satoru… I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”

You felt as if you were spiraling, finally having found the exit of a labyrinth. You could practically feel the edge, just a little more, and you were sure you would tip over.

That would be the case, if it wasn’t for Satoru pulling out of your pussy after hearing those words, grasping your thighs as you struggled against hold, having been left an empty, unsatisfied, and twitching mess.

"You piece of fucking shi-"

His lips met yours, interrupting the string of profanities, smiling against your mouth and grinding his hips against yours, cock laying heavy against your pussy, its wetness spreading across his length. “I’m sorry, baby. Need you to come on my cock instead, missed you so damn much,” he growled, adjusting himself between your spread legs, his knees placed against your tights, gazing at the sinful treasure presented in front of him.

Messy hair, swollen and puffy lips due to all the kissing, sweat covering every inch of your body, it was a view to behold, and it was all his to defile.

Adjusting himself so that the tip of his length grazed your sensitive clit, he teased you by tracing his tip over your bud and netherlips, brushing back and forth, occasionally tapping the swollen button, ignoring and shushing the little whines that escaped you. “Hold on tight, baby. You not going anywhere without coming on my cock.”

You had plenty of sex with Satoru, he was practically insatiable. Though, no matter how many times you had intercourse, it never lost its magic, each time different than the other, but always leaving you satisfied, sated, and with a delicious ache between your legs.  

Even now, prepped and dripping, he was big enough to make you breath hitch as he pressed into you inch by inch, gauging your reaction, observing whether it was okay to continue. You both groaned as his cock slid home, feeling him twitch inside you, deliciously dragging his length within your cunt.

You bit your lip. He filled you up too good, and you could do nothing but tighten around him.

Satoru’s thumb brushed against your lower lip, releasing it from your bite before lovingly caressing your face. You would have thought the gesture as romantic and sweet, if it weren’t for the fact that he was balls deep and rock hard within you. Stroking your chest, playing with your nipples, he playfully swirled his hips against yours, smirking as you rotated your own hips as well, before settling his hands on your waits, experimentally thrusting his cock into you.

"Don't try to stifle your moans. I want to hear you scream my name."

Satoru knew how to work his fingers against you, inside you; whether to be slow, teasing you with the barest of touches or firm, so that his digits could prod just the right places that had you groaning, and he definitely knew how to work his hips against your own, fervently pounding himself inside without abandon, clutching onto your waist, as if it was the only thing grounding him down to earth, and you could do nothing but cry out and take it, take it, take it.

Satoru was a beautiful man, always has been, but at that moment, above and inside you, he looked ethereal. With his white hair tousled, covering his beautiful eyes, gazing down at you, admiring the way your pussy clenched onto him as he repeatedly pounded in you, you were reminded of a starved beast, a predator ready to devour his little prey that laid baren in front of him.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

"You like that, baby?" He punctuated his words with a swirl of his hips that had you moaning loudly, his cock dragging across your walls beautifully, scratching that itch within you. "You look so fucking hot," he growled, before thrusting hard, admiring the way your breast bounce with every thrust. "You gonna make me come so hard, you would like that, wouldn't you? Want me to come inside you, fill up your empty pussy, baby?"

You bite your lip, gripping his wrist desperately, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably as his assault continued, anchoring yourself against his hand. Just the image of him coming inside you had you frenzied, so much so that you could only moan out loudly, holding onto him:

"Yes, fuck, please, yes. I want it so bad. Please, come inside of me, Satoru!"

Groaning at those words, he pounded away into you, and with every drag, you tightened around him, feeling him twitch, feeling as if you were ready to burst, but desperately trying to hold back your fast approaching orgasm. He was so close, you could feel it, and you wanted to feel him become undone within you, with you, filling your pussy up as you finally let go. Clutching his haunches, you rhythmically met his thrust, wordlessly encouraging him to fuck you faster, harder.

Gradually, his controlled thrusts turned sloppy, a telltale sign of his approaching orgasm. You grasped his shoulder, making him bent down so that you could mutter against his lips ‘Come with me, Satoru,’ before kissing him, tongues dancing and hips bucking wildly against each other as you hold onto him tightly.

Satoru knew how to wind you up, whether that be with his teasing antics or without, but the outcome always had you reeling, spasming mess against him, desperate to catch your breath as you finally let go of the tight coil within you. Satoru, on the other hand, wouldn’t let up, fucking you through your orgasm as he too finally tipped over the edge, groaning uncontrollably and grinding against your clit, fucking his load into you. The feeling of it had you smiling against his mouth, content and sated for the time being, and you absentmindedly massaged his neck, tugging at his hair as Satoru finished within you, thrusting slowly against you for the last time before stilling within you.

Without a hurry in the world, he kissed you, gently and sweetly, trailing pecks all over your cheeks and jaw, before ultimately placing a short peck on your lips once last time.

And with that, he straightened his posture, slowly pulling out of you with a breathless sigh, smirking in perverse satisfaction as cum drippled down your slit. The view had him throbbing uncomfortably. Therefore, he nudged your sensitive clit with his cock, toying with it, all the while ignoring the high-pitched whines of protest, leisurely smearing your wetness across your inner thighs, before carefully sliding his tip into you once again, groaning as he did so.

You haven't known how much of a tease Gojo Satoru could be, but with time, you had learned that his playful nature was, in fact, very much present during bedroom activities. You could say that you hated him for it, but the promise of sweet release after an endless amount of teasing always had you aroused, and Satoru was someone who kept his promise.

And till now, he always made good of his promises, so that at the end of the day, you let him have his victory price.

[pvnks0ul]

LEND A HELPING HAND (18+)

Riri Williams x Fem!reader

Summary: Riri helping you squirt for the first time

⚠︎: no plot once again, dirty talk!, riri calls reader princess!!(once), sub!reader, Gentle!Dom!riri, reader crying & creaming??, ass humping, some lustful talk about riris hands (literally blink and you'll miss it), amateur smut writing!

Riris holding you open with her own legs, whispering the dirtiest shit she could muster up behind the shell of your ear as she tirelessly jabbed at that specific gooey spot in your walls that left you so dazed any time you tried to respond to her it left you tongue tied and too blissed out to remember what you were even going to say.

Her fingers were so soaked, so glazed in your honeyed slick that even the pitiful way you clenched down everytime she tried to speed up barely had the same grip it did minutes ago. The little high pitched squeaks you let out with each thrust of her lengthy fingers only egged her on more and the way you tried to run away when it got too much meant your ass rubbing right into her spread lips, grinding against her hardened clit with precision.

It was so dirty, so sly, so something only riri could do the way she handled you with one hand on your hip, forcing her hips up in a wining motion at a attempt to get her self off while the other masterfully drilled you in. Feeling her breath patter against your neck because of how you were indirectly making her react out of pure lust, only spurled you on more.

And Riri knows when you're close. She can tell and not just because of the rising pitch in your voice whenever you blubbered something to her but also by the way you threw your head back against her, your hips, that once tried to escape her hold, now spasming uncontrollably against her so desperate and spaced out it only told one story.

"Fu- baby, dontstopdontstop-ah!"

Riri smirks at your pleading and nods her head, "Yeah? Don't want me to stop, huh?" She taunts, simultaneously reassuring you as she maintained her rhythm.

You started to wail now, "Riri, my god-uh!" you grip the wrist of the hand inside of you with a deathly intensity.

She could feel the heat coming off of you, the goosebumps form on your naked back as she pounded you through yet another orgasm. The white silk that trailed after left her open palm with a warm treat but you weren't focused on that. Riri continued her relentless tread, pummeling some of your cream right back inside.

You thighs started to shake at the realization, you lifted your head in a panic, "Wait!- fuck- I can't-", tears starting to grace your water lines like many times before, blurring your vision when you tried to look down at the messy scene.

Riri kisses your cheek as she continues, her tempo becoming more sharp and deliberate when she shushed you "shhh, I got you- gonna- shit- gonna make you feel good."

She brings her hand down from your hip now, tracing tight circles over your glossy bud, "damn, you're so wet f'me, baby..." she murmurs, mostly to herself against your cheek as the pattern she drawn over your clit sped up in momentum, "Only I can do this to you, yeah?"

A numbing fire, almost inflammatory, lit in the pit of your belly, one you hadn't felt before and now, you weren't sure if you really wanted her to stop. It still made you cautious, your grip tightening tenfold but the friction had little to no affect to the flicking of her wrist.

"My pretty girl. Look at you, almost there, already?" Riri cooed sweetly in your ear to which you nodded dumbly at her words, a pathetic mewl slipping from your lips when she attached her lips to your neck and began to suck and nibble, you swore it had you seeing stars.

"Gonna get you to make another mess for me, c'mon...Cum on my hand, princess." something about her calling you that had your body locking up almost immediately, muscles tensing and you didn't know what to do, it was like your brain was on autopilot, your hips bucking up into her hand as you clenched down with more force than ever before keeping her stuck, you screamed out for her, spurting out droplets right into the palm of her hand as she continued tracing your clit with her free hand.

Riri ditches the circles, moving her hand side to side, trying to help you ride out your intense orgasm as she bites at your neck with a grunt, "oh-ho, look at that shit!" she garbled as the everflowing stream caused your gummy walls to continuously open and clamp down on her middle and index.

After a few more seconds passed, you were still twitching with your hips lifted a few inches away from her. Riri kept at it until you started to whine, pushing your head into the space between her neck and shoulder, "Fuck, I can't." Riri's already removing her hands at your words, wiping your cum off her fingers with her own tongue as you turned in her arms.

Everything was too wet ; the mattress, the sheets,her thighs and yours...so sticky too. You were too out of it to notice though, "No more." you mumbled into her. Riri nods in understanding as rubs at your waist to comfort you, "That was so sexy mama.." her calloused hand moves up to your back, making a soothing pattern, "...Thank you." she kisses against your temple multiple times till you wipe them off on her night tee.

Even though you didn't respond her curiosity got the best of her, "Was it cause I called you my princess?" she whispered into the cold air. You groaned again, trying to deny her but it meant nothing when it was overbeared by her chuckles.

A/N: I was really gonna try to stay away from smut for a bit but... She's too fine I just... Lemme go sit down

[fic-heaven]

A rabbit's wooden foot (Alex Keller x reader)

Mutual pinning/ slight angst/ first kiss/ insecurities/ brief description of Alex's stump.

🐥 I'm trying to write Alex at the best of myhabilites xd

-Your longtime crush, Alex Keller has been suffering from a limp because of a leg prosthetic he's been using. It's up to you to help him with the rash. One thing led to the other and your feelings for him come to light, but the fear of breaking his bond with Farah makes you think twice before crossing the friendship barrier with him.

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"Shhhhhhiiiiit..... Fuck! Ah-!"

If anyone passed near Alex's tent, they'd think the worst. The American's moans and groans were loud enough that if it wasn't because it was three in the morning and everyone was sleeping, he wouldn't hear the end of it from Farah.

"Jesus, Alex. You've got a huge rash..." You scolded him as you spotted his red hot stump illuminated by his all lamp from your spot on the other corner of his tent

He looks at you with a pained grin "Yeah, 't feels like I dropped hot chilli on ma' leg." Alex exhales while he tries to accommodate himself on the makeshift bed flopping on his back. He was dressing more comfortably, wearing shorts and a plain navy blue shirt a few sizes bigger with a bunch of bleach stains here and there. His hands messily fought to undo the few straps left painfully gripping at his thigh, eager to get this hellish leg prothesis off and treat the damage it had done to his poor reddened stump. Curses were growled under his breath while you rushed to take your shoes and gear off, he was so tired he was about to give up and sleep with the demonic leg, but that was something Alex very well knew wouldn't happen, as you were so worried for his health you wouldn't allow it.

After a long patrolling day together you noticed a limp on the blonde's step. He was still adapting to his new leg, and it didn't prove sturdy enough for him on the last mission he had. It broke just when he was returning with Farah thanks to the sand and rocky terrain, and it had to be replaced immediately. Farah offered him a few days of rest, at least until they got it fixed properly or find a new one, but Alex was so stubborn he claimed that he didn't want to feel useless or drag you all down, so instead, he had it changed to some other trashy discarded prosthetic that caused his recent limp and rash making you extremely worried.

"God damn... this stupid prosthetic..." Alex cursed. His pretty eyes crinkle and his nose scrunched in irritation and pain as your hands carefully helped him free his thigh from the straps of the fake leg.

Your flicked his nose. "Good thing I'm here t' help. You wouldn't be able to tie off your own shoe if you were left alone."

Alex gave you a fake laugh fixing you a playful glare, he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of admitting such thing. But you knew he was grateful of your support despite still feeling embarrassed of his own stump.

"Is it-..." After a quick, close inspection to the leg piece now detached, you gasped horrified. "Is it made out of fucking wood!? Are you out of your mind!?"

"Wha-! No? I just wore what they gave me!" He exclaimed slumping on his cozy bedroll, hands nervously fidgeting with the rim of his shirt.

"Is it worth the pain? Fuck, if i cry over wearing high heels I can't fathom the level of pain you have been feelin' wearing this thing. I'm sure walking around with a toothpick for a leg would have hurted less." This time you moved closer to his side sitting right next to him on the floor, your hand fished the bottle of lotion Farah had given you from your bag and Alex sat up a bit already feeling better at the sight of the medicine.

"Haha, yeah... Good thing I don't get to wear high heels on duty, or a toothpick." He jokes but you don't laugh, his head tilts a bit when he spots the worry in your pretty face.

Alex then pokes your side making you giggle a bit "I dunno if you've noticed, cookie, but my job requires my full attention 24/7. I can wait one more day for the replacement," you glared at him and he explained ''I won't be wearing this old thing any longer though, I promise, I already accepted the short break Farah practically forced me t'take."

You sighed, your expression turning sour as your eyes lingered on his stump, your hand rests on his knee while the other caresses his hairy thigh comfortingly tainting his cheeks pink. Alex was looking at you entranced, visibly enamoured at the sight of you worrying so much for your battle mate.

"You should have told me... I would have taken care of everything, pay close attention to you, or... Replaced you." Alex went on to speak eager to protest but you silenced him with a stern look, your beautiful eyes looking down at him with more disappointment than he could bare. "You've got me worried sick," you whisper, your trembling hands massage his sore leg expressing your concern. "To see you groaning and limping around for God knows how long broke something in me, Alex... You may be the bravest, most strongest man I know, but you are not indestructible. Would it hurt you to lay back a bit? Can't you just rest for one minute? You already gave us all a scare by disappearing and returning with one leg..." Your chest heaves at the memory. You secretly cried for days when you saw what they did to your Alex unintentionally avoiding him while you closed yourself. That strained your friendship for a while as he thought you avoided him out of disgust and shame, but the way you begun slowly approaching Alex again and kept expressing your concerns for him made him realize that his own insecurities were playing with his mind.

He wanted to kiss your worries away, to tell you that you are his lucky charm that saved him from any demise. Instead, he gave you a very small "heh." Followed by the smallest but prettiest of smiles, his eyes showing nothing but love and endearment. "What would I do without you...?" It was a very short answer, and yet his expression told a thousand words, enough to suffice you.

Then, Alex extended his palm your way waiting for you to hand him the bottle so he'd treat his rash. You blessed him with soft smile in return followed by a short, little nod. Though, when you gave him the bottle, your other hand gripped his wrist quickly as to not let him scape quickly changing your mind.

"Can I?" You weakly asked staring deep into his vulnerable eyes.

"Y-you want to-..." The blonde stuttered realizing what you meant. "...You sure...?"

Alex felt a little self-conscious, afraid you'd be disgusted at the prospect of touching his mangled leg any further. But his worries went ignored when you took the lotion back quickly reading his discomfort, you nuzzle his cheek comfortingly with your finger for a second making him nuzzle his nose on your hand before you took it back to warm your hands and splurt some cream on your palms.

"You chose to be reckless and use a stick for a leg as if you were a fucking pirate. I can't trust you with your own rash, I'll help you however you need." You say in finality with a playful smirk.

He bashfully smiled a bit suddenly feeling frisky "However I need?" He internally asked loving the undertone of that sentence. Alex shakes his head giving up on fighting your cares, he then rises his chest a bit so that he'd sit closer to you until you suddenly push him down the bedroll with two fingers. He huffed surprised rising his hands in defeat, pretty ocean eyes widen at your stern but playful stare. He melted on the spot, aroused by the sudden dominance.

"Cookie..." Alex called your pet name lowly, just when you returned his gace from your task he composed himself. "Gosh just... Be careful, it stings like hell."

"Don't worry, I'll give you the greatest massage you have ever gotten. And if you don't cry, I might give you a lollipop when I'm done." You smiled widely.

He blinked slowly huffing a charming laugh. "This massage is already a reward. But I'm a sucker for treats, y' won't hear me complaining..." What a golden retriever of a man.

The faint light from the lamp near the bedroll created a warm atmosphere in the dark tent, and having you so willing to massage his sore leg made Alex feel as if he was dreaming. You could say the same. It all looked like one of your secret fantasies, to have Alex laying down practically underneath you with half-lid, bedroom eyes darkening his gace, his sore stump awaiting for your care now resting atop your right thigh when you sat closer on your knees. It all made a shock of arousal heat up your sex leaving a faint stain in you panties, good thing you were wearing black shorts.

Alex gasped when he felt your hands spreading the cold medicine across his rash, carefully massaging the sore spots mindful of how overly sensitive it felt for him, his hands fisted the blanket on his sides while he tried to hold back short pained groans by chewing on his inner cheek and picking on the dead skin of his lower lip confirming this fact. So you decided to keep his mind off the sensitivity.

"Why cookie?" You asked casually, hands never relenting on your soft ministrations.

"W-well..." It took him a moment to even his breathing, but eventually, he gave in in your plan to occupy his mind. Besides, he wasn't planning on getting a boner right in front of you when your hands were right on his upper thigh, sensually dragging your lubricated digits up and down across his aching severed leg. Alex sucked in a breath and sighed "You are soft n' sweet, very tiny too. I remember the first time I saw you, how you welcomed me with a cheeky grin and a wave... You didn't even know me, I was a foreigner from a totally different unit and you treated me like-" A friend? It somehow felt unsubstantial. "Like family?" That's more like it.

You giggled a bit at the memory, your cheeks heating up at how awestruck you were (and still are) at the sight of Alex's beauty and charisma. You also remember feeling very awkward. Not because of anything Alex did or say but because it weirdly felt like you were constantly competing with Farah over his attention. It sounds childish and for a long time you thought you were just making things up, until you noticed that any interaction you had with Alex always cut short when she was around, Farah was quick to intervene dragging him away from any conversation you were having with the pretense that you two were working and had no time for chitchatting even if the conversation was work-related. Hadir confirmed he also suspected you two were competing for Alex but never did a thing entertained by the drama between you and his sister. You also remember talking to Farah briefly about this, she was nonchalant about the matter but did hint she was close to him so it's only normal he'd interact with her more than he ever did with you. That conversation still stung.

The memory irked something ugly within you, your feather light touches massaged all across his thigh a little faster, unconsciously trying to get this over with. Alex was quick to pick on your turbulent mind, his big hands cupped yours on his upper thigh halting your soft but rushed ministrations. You lift your chin and face him, he's sitting up this time, his brows pinching in worry.

"Did I say something wrong?" He softly asks "Are you okay?" Alex is always so caring around you. A gentleman by nature.

You sniffed with a forced half smile cupping the back of his hands. Your eyes shot down at his stump again, it was hard to maintain eye contact when he was only a few inches away from your face, his breath mixing with yours. Alex nudged your side with his right knee gently urging you to speak.

"You- you are right. You are like family to me." You said weakly, smile wavering. Feeling put on the spot, you lift his hands and kissed his knuckles softly. Not only to comfort him but yourself. Touching Alex in any way always proved effective at lowering your racing heart but it increased his (though, you were unaware).

The blonde purred at the gesture, a warmth like no other he has ever felt overwhelmed Alex "By family you mean..." He begun under his breath, his head lowered to nudge his forehead against yours fighting his bouncing leg, a nervous tick, as he tried to bury his nerves in the comfort of your touch. "...A brother or..." God he was so bad at this. Hell, he didn't plan for his first confession to go like this at all, but he couldn't help himself getting carried away by the moment.

His intentions were clear, your eyes snapped back to his abruptly moving away from his touch. You inhale, hating the awkwardness that has buried it's ugly claws on your chest making it painful to suppress your feelings. And then reality hit you. What Alex just said, the almost nonexistent space between you, the clear feelings you both shared for one another, the arousal. You could almost picture what Farah's reaction would be. And although you were never THAT close to her, you knew her and Alex had a very special bond you did not want to break.

"But..." You lips gave out the words you were thinking, as you were too afraid of what this could bring in the future, what it would change in your friendship with Alex and his with Farah. "Farah..."

At the mention of the other woman Alex's lashes fluttered in surprise but the shock melted into a worried expression. Alex wasn't oblivious of Farah's affections, and although he tried to let her down gently during the long time he has known her, he couldn't fully expect her to catch the double meaning of every discreet rejection he has given her, nor could he expect anyone (including you) to not notice her favoritism over the American soldier and misinterpret their friendship. Oh, his poor cookie.

The way his hand cups your cheek, how his thumb slides down vertically from the tip of your nose to your bottom lip playing with it's soft texture makes you shiver entering a trance that could only be broken the same way the sleeping beauty awoke from her curse. "You really think I'd sit here drooling n' blushing like a virgin boy just by feeling your hands on me if I felt something for Farah?" Alex doesn't say it condescendingly nor teasingly. His voice came out even, stern, pointing out the obvious in a way that made your worries quiet down a bit. You hum, eyes lost on the blue sea of his irises that blinked lazily at you.

"You're my lucky charm, (Y/n)." Alex confesssed taking notice of your entranced state as it filled him with enough courage to pour his heart out. He then makes a little, almost unperceptive nod in emphasis. "Every day we leave on duty I try my hardest to keep you at eyesight. Not just because I worry for your safety, but because there's no one in the world who'd I ever trust my life with but you. I love our cause, I love our teammates and I love Farah, but I don't love 'em the same way I love you, lil' cookie." You exhaled soundly like he just robbed your breath and he cracked a chuckle at such adorable reaction.

"Y'sure know how to make a girl blush..." You paused chewing on your lower lip before you fully let go of the shame and hesitation. "I love you too, Alex... More than you know."

"Oh I know." He chuckled.

You nodded rising your brows as if to say "oh, he knows." And he nodded in return but with more enthusiasm.

"I knew you couldn't resist me~" the blonde teased running a hand through the side of his hair putting a goofy seductive face, it made you roll you eyes dramatically but then he surprised you with a deep and very sincere "I love you."

Before you could react Alex's hands went to your back tugging you closer by the rim of your shirt. You crawled on top of him where he pulled you down to lay your whole weight on his torso, strong tattooed arms wrapped around you and once you had settled comfortably over him his hands slid under your shirt to massage your back, a little payment for you worries and care. "I'll say it as many times as y'need." He hummed in your ear burring his nose in your hair. At this, you shivered with a shy smile arching you back enjoying his touch. Just like a cat, he giggled at the thought.

"Careful, Keller. You might tempt me to ask for more..." Is that your idea of a threat? You couldn't be more cute.

"You threatening me with a good time, sugar?" Alex whispered back, face seeking yours.

"We really should be sleepin'... " You sighed with an apologetic smile. Your lips were millimeters from one another, nose and brows pressed. "Unless..."

His lips spread into a big smile. He was enchanted by your charms. His arms wrapped around you firmly, hugging you so close you'd suffocate. "Mm... Nah, you're right. 'Sides. I've already planned our first kiss. And it will NOT be on my stinky tent, at three in the mornin' with my mangled leg in display."

You buried your head under his chin, his stubble scratching your nose bridge and forehead. "I'd kiss you anywhere, 'lex..." You whispered softly. Your eyes closed, the exhaustion, Alex's deodorant and his warmth were slowly clouding your conscience succumbing to sleep. He kissed your hand.

"Nighty night, (Y/n)." Alex whispered turning off the lamp and closing his eyes.

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As promised, your first kiss did not happen on his tent. But not too far.

You woke up when you felt his stubble gracing your cheek and soft lips planting mulple gentle kisses along your face, everywhere but on the mouth. When you opened your eyes you were met by his half-lid blue eyes staring at you foldly.

"G'morning, lovie." He hummed and you lazily smiled back "y' talk in your sleep you know?"

You laughed a bit rubbing your eyes. "Hmm... Did I say something interesting?"

Alex smirked "hmmmmmm gibberish!" He was totally lying but you'll give him that. You already felt a little shy being cocooned like this with him.

"I wanna show you something. But first you gotta get up... And um... Could you help me with my leg, love?" He requested, as if you were one to deny him anything.

You two left the tent and instantly were met my the morning sky. The sun was rising behind the dunes painting the sand in a soft pink color. You were no stranger to the beauty of Urzikstan, but witnessing the sunrise with Alex after you two had confessed, made it feel like this was the very first time.

A gentle breath swayed your hair and you jumped a bit when you felt his hand push some strands behind your ear. You turned to the side a bit facing him and Alex gave you this little smirk accompanied by a lovestruck stare that told you all you needed to know.

You took a step closer and he did the same, leaning down a bit to meet your height before you cupped his jaw and gently planted your lips against his.

"This is... So fucking cool..." You huffed with a smile.

"It is, isn't it? The sun is the first witness of our union." Alex said teasingly circling your waist.

"My, you woke up feeling poetic."

"You love it, don't deny it."

"I love you."

You only hope Farah will let go of the stupid rivalry you both had when she sees you and Alex being more cuddly than usual.

[joviepog]

this might be a little cliche but, can you do a Wilbur x reader where they are both musicians and it’s like they are communicating through song lyrics?? totally understand if you don’t :))

AWE I HAVENT EVEN THOUGHT OF THIS!!!

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Love at first sound.

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: None!

Pronouns: They / them

Requests: From Anonymous

Anything else: I hope you dont mind but i made it that they confess their love over their songs. And then one time they preform together like Lovejoy and GoodKid and then the crowd realizes that they are looking at each other :)

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Ah love at first sight. A thing we all dream of on the daily. But little did you know, this would happen to you soon.

It wasn’t much of a secret that you were very much in love with Wilbur since the first time you streamed with him. Shelby, Jack, and Scott could see it, chat could see it, damn even wilbur could see it. You were head over heals! And from that’s moment on, you wrote almost cry song while thinking about him.

Dont worry its not like you only streamed with him once. You guys were close now! You guys talked every day for almost the whole day. You guys met up and hung out all the time. You guys would even go to each others houses on the daily. So being in love with him wasn’t much of a surprise.

And when he found himself liking you, well he wasn’t all that surprised either. Nor was he surprised when eh started writing loves songs about you. At first it started with his own music but then it went on to his band as well. But that’s alright, because you wrote every song you’ve ever made about him too. And every time you would listen to a song of his, you would reply with your own love song.

Soon enough, wilbur asked you to play with him at one of his concerts.

“So… Y/n… i was wondering if you wanted to play at a concert with me?” He rushed the last part and he closed his eyes. You gasped and put your hands over your mouth, “OH of course of course!” You giggled. “I would love to play with you wilbur!”

And only three days later you found yourself being a backup singer for wilbur. He was staring at you the whole time he was singing. And when it was your turn to sing your songs, you were staring right at him. The crowd obviously noticed this and were awing and cheering any time you guys would inch closer to each other.

The next day though, twitter was buzzing with clips of you and wilbur looking at each other with cheeky smiles on your faces. You were both blushing and a sweating mess from all the movement.

You sighed, “oh how i want this to be true.” You looked at your screen sadly. “What do you want to be true?”

You quickly turned off your phone. “AH n-nothing! Nothing at all.” You hid your phone. “Right… So, i wanted to tell you something.” “Mmm?” You tilted your head like a curious dog. wilbur rubbed the back of his neck and blushed, “A-about my little secret.”

[seelestia]

I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER PART— THIS took so damn long omg, i hope you like it because I don't know how to write anymore lmao, remember to take care of yourself thooo, eat and sleep a lot. :)

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

She hugged her tighter, biting her tongue as tears welled up in her eyes.

Collei's mind was spinning non-stop, her thoughts reminiscing about her time in the lab as her pupils gleamed.

Is it really my fault that (Y/n) is like this? Who did this to her? Why oh why is the world this cruel?

Wasn't this supposed to be a happy reunion? She always dreamed about this day, that while Collei worked (Y/n) would arrive along with Amber smiling as they surprised her, Collei would be very happy that her two best friends sisters will get along well and chat about everything that has happen while everyone was on their on path.

So Why is the reunion with her like this? Why is this happening again? Is it her fault? Why? Why?! WHY?!

“Y-you know... I-I always dreamed about the day you would came! ” She whispered weakly her breathing began to hitch as she placed a hand on the other's abdomen, where there was a large wound. “Master Tighnari would be delighted to meet you, I-I have always told him about you! And so is Amber.” Her hands trembled more. "Amber helped me a lot, I never thought I could find another person who wanted to help me, I always thought that... that..." she bit her tongue while she rubbed her forehead against the other. "I always thought that I would never see you again, that maybe you forgot about me since I was always rude to you" One of her hands was placed on the head of her older sister friend "I never wanted to get you in trouble, I never wanted you to go through everything; is this, t-this..?”

Is this my fault?

Is it? Is it her fault that she is in this state? Because Collei remembers mentioning that she was from Sumeru from the beginning, she remembers that she told her a little about her parents and her homeland.

Blood starts coming out of her mouth, (y/n) used to tell her that she should stop doing that because otherwise she would hurt herself much worse—

It's never bad to cry, if you have to, do it, don't keep it to yourself, okay?

Ah, those words inside her head, is it really okay for her to do that? Is she allowed to do that despite everything that happened to her is her fault?

It's not your fault—

It is, it is, it is because she choose to betray her homeland to an unknown girl. Because she choose me—

It's not your fault.

But deep down, you know it is—

It really isn't Collei, it's not your fault that this happen, i took my own decision when I was with the Fatui it was my decision to do .. that, not yours.

But if I hadn't been there from the beginning, maybe your family would still be alive or you would know more about them—

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—”

[The forest will remember that screamed of agony coming from her.]

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When Tighnari accepted Collei's request to come along with him to patrol around Gandharva village he definitely wasn't expecting to encounter something like this.

A half death lady on his little assistant arms while she cried with full agony he never heard something like that, he was sure he would remember that all of his life, it definitely broke his god damn heart.

First thing first, he needed to calm down Collei how will he do that? He had no fucking idea—

“Collei?” He called her first. Don't be rash, it would put her more on edge. “Collei? Collei, do you hear me?” He said while approaching slowly towards the pair.

He knew he couldn't just rush things, if he ignores Collei and goes straight to help the bleeding girl he could only bet that things were going to be more then bad. First things first, he had to get Collei's attention.

The green haired girl looked up at the call of her name, she swallows hard while tears wouldn't stop flooding from her eyes.

“M-master Tighnari ” She whispered, she could barely distinguish him because of her crying blurring her vision. “Please... Please help her, I-I don't know what to do...!”

“And that's okay alright?” He said stepping more closer at a rapid place, he raised his hands trying to look less harmless; Collei hugged the body close to her chest like she was protecting them while watching as the forest ranger stepped more and more closer. “But I have to get a lot more closer to see how I can help her, alright?”

He noticed that even if Collei didn't mean it she was unconsciously glaring daggers at him, her eyes full of sadness and rage.

He remembers when Cyno told how was Collei when they first meet.

“She's special to you, isn't she? It's... what did you say her name was? (Y/n)?” He knelt down while looking at the wounds out of the corner of his eye, Collei's body covered most of them, which is why he could not clearly deduce. Collei nodded to his answer. “I see, she is the one who accompanied you until you reached Mondstand, before meeting Amber”

“Yes... she was the one who led me.” Collei said in a small voice.

“You told me her favorite color was (f/c) no? You wanted to see if any flower would have that color the next time we went out, do you remember what you wanted to do with the flower?” With great care he removes Collei's hand from the girl's body, Collei tenses more as she sees his teacher's movement. “Collei” she turns to him once again, his left ear twitching at the slow movement “what did you wanted to do with the flower?”

“I.. I wanted to give it to her, maybe make a bookmark like you said, she liked to read a lot” Tighnari almost sighed in relief as Collei began to relax a bit.

At least that way I can make more progress on this.

He thought while taking Collei's hands off of her, Tighnari smiled towards the girl while she looked on the verge of crying once again.

“Deep breathes Collei alright? I promise that she will be okay” Said Tighnari trying to stop the bleeding from the unknown lady, he tried he's best to apply first aid. Part of him wonder how the hell is she still alive.

It looks like she will die from blood lost, I have no idea for how long has she been bleeding... Perhaps for 3 hours already? She has some dried blood on her head, it doesn't look to bad but i should check that out later, now... Where is the biggest problem here?

Frowning while expecting the body quickly he clicked his tongue irritated, his ear twitch once again and his tail curls up.

It looks like the blood lost is from... Aha!

Carefully he puts both of his hands on top of her abdomen, trying to prevent the blood from flowing.

“Collei can you bring me my aid kit?” Collei didn't answer. “Collei” he said a little harsher.

Collei flinched, she turned to look at his Master while tears were still flowing down her eyes. Although she looks more calm them earlier. He noticed.

“Collei, I will need you to go...” She's not gonna make it if Collei goes and comes, think carefully. “.. go to my hut and prepare everything, can you do that for me? I'm going to prevent the bleeding from spreading” I will have to do it with what I have right know, i need to improvise.

“I-I will!” she immediately stood up quickly Tighnari clench his teeth while seeing Collei almost feel down because of that action as she began to run “I'll do it right away! Please keep her safe master!”

Tighnari hissed, this was going to be really painful for her.

You are in for one hell of a ride you big lummox.

—Rix

I'm really, really hoping you like it, let's just call this “One last chance” AMSKSKS, TIGHNARI IS SO HARD TO WRITE AHHHH, not everyone is like canon bUT I TRY MY BEST.

[ a continuation of this part! ]

first of all— I AM SPEECHLESS, HOLY GOODNESS. second of all, you deserve a whole award LIKE A WHOLE AWARD. third of all, no need to pressure yourself! this was good like cupping my mouth from gasping kind of good 😭

i love the fact the one that the reader saved is collei because it fits with the involvement with the fatui AND *breathes in* TIGHNARI, MY BOY, MY GUYYYY <3 you did a nice job writing him, that logical but still considerate side of his really shines! OVERALL, THIS IS A BLESSING, RIX... THANK YOU?!?! 🙏

[leighcest]

this fic has such a special place in my heart, as it was my first of vivi’s fics and the first time i interacted with my most lovely mutual! sooo i decided to break this down a little and maybe add something of my own… mwahaha. anyways i did this instead of my english homework so enjoy.

ok! let's get into it! lots of yapping under the cut!

“maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.” this line was literally the reason i clicked on this lovely, lovely fanfiction.

“I’m not drunk. I’m just…” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.”  Ah, there it is.

UGH THIS LINE. violet when i find you!!!!! ugh. your writing is so. fucking. lovely. it’s just a lovely line and actually has inspired a line in me, you and coffee!

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell.

this is so very silly but i do this too… i don’t know if i just started doing it after reading this or if i just realized, but i was losing balance while dancing and did this. vivi how could you do this to me.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

UGH. my heart. would absolutely kill for this. the way you write leon is just so. ugh. i don't even know! you’re insane.

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

this line is so stupid i love it so much. leon’s thought process is so human and sweet. i don’t know.

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. “I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.” You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes? Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell? “Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.” “You mean it?” “Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.” And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

ok i’m so sorry for copy and pasting a bunch of text but i am foaming at the mouth and sobbing just so horrifically. violet. vivi. violet with 5 a’s. vaaaaaiolet. you cannot do this to me. writing this one your period is insane because i was on mine and this made me cry so hard.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.” “So I am. Ow.” 

UGH HE’S SO STUPID I LOVE HIM 😭😭.

Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure. But also something else. Something shiny. He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

no one will ever understand how this little paragraph ruined yet healed me. like. ERGH. jesus fucking christ. i am waiting every day for a part 2 💔.

um ok! that's all for my little dissection. i’m just gonna make a little drabble because i need to or i may combust.

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New years parties weren’t anything to write home about. It was fun to get drunk off of champagne and vodka soda. It was nice to stumble in heels too high to be intoxicated in. 

You had snuck off with Leon, pulling off your do-up, having your makeup that you spent an hour on ruined, messing up your hair. Fireworks blared in the background as you pulled off his shirt and laid on whoever’s bed. The crumbled cotton sheets lay beneath your weight as you breath against his chest.

Moonlight shines through the window as both of your breaths slow. It wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught. Gentle fingertips hover with a ghostly feel over Leon’s pecs, dragging to his abs. He looked down at you, meeting your eyes and sucking in a breath. His baby blues looked at you like he saw his entire universe in them.

“You’re gorgeous.” His bass, silver voice turned soft. The two of you bask in the warmth of your love. “You must be drunker than you think.” A gentle chuckle emerged from your throat. Leon shook his head, looking slightly offended. He sighed, raking a hand through your hair. 

His free hand clasped into yours. Fireworks boomed far away and people began to cheer at the TV. “Any resolutions this year?” your low mumble filled the silence of the room. Leon hummed lowly.

“Mm.” He sighed. “Wanna settle down. Start getting life in order.” A rough, calloused hand rakes through his blonde locs. A drunken giggle made his cheeks grow warm as he laughed with you. “It’s true!” He emphasized.

Pink ran across both of your faces as grins plastered onto your mouths. “I think that may be mine too.” You agree. Leon sucks in a breath. People start counting down from thirty. “Good.” He got up to grab his pants and dug through his pockets. 

10.

“Le? What are you doing?”

9

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while. Whether I knew it or not.” Leon smiled, grabbing something and leaning on one knee.

8

“Oh my god.” you whisper in disbelief.

7

“I think you know what I’m getting at here.” Leon cleared his throat and opened the box. A ring shone inside of it.

6

“Oh my god!” you sit up.

5

“Is.. that a yes?” His boyish grin widened as used a hand to scratch his neck

4

“Yes!” Leon jumped up to hold you.

3

“I can’t believe this. I’m going to cry.” Soft tears drip from your eyes with a soft beam.

2

“I love you so, so much.” His husky voice whispered.

1

“I love you more.” You reassure before connecting your lips

0

Happy New Year.

It's Christmas Eve and Leon can't quite wrap his head around his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend's need to be 4 inches off the ground, but maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.

f / m, established relationship, tooth ROTTING fluff, the barest baby twinge of angst and surprise ending ehehehe. also, super short!

word count: 898 // read on ao3

a/n: christmas in july oh my lord. tmi i'm on my period and i've had lover by taylor swift on blast for 3 hours :( give your girl a break and pretend my dividers match

this fic belongs to sketches for my sweetheart the drunk, a collection of bite-sized fics to stretch out my writing muscles :) i hope you enjoy!

“No, sweetheart, the- no, the buckle comes off the other way.” 

If he were a lesser man, Leon would be laughing his head off at your flushed cheeks and bleary pout. You were going to do this right here, right now, plunked on the frozen stoop of your front door, mere steps from the warmth of your apartment. 

“I can take off my own shoes! I bought them my- hic! -self.”

“You did, sweetheart, “ Leon soothes as he gets down on one knee, “and I know you can take them off fine, but you weren’t drunk when you bought them, were you?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m just...” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.” 

Ah, there it is.

Your toes are a half-frozen cherry red as Leon unclasps the buckle adorning your beloved heels. 

There’s not much Leon can do about your affinity for heels, even in the winter, so he grew a sixth sense for detecting falls around the time you almost tripped headfirst into the Christmas table at your parents’ house. You haven’t quite put together yet why he’s so on his toes when you wear stilettos, but Leon is okay with that. Batman never reveals his identity and if this is how he keeps Gotham’s urgent cares a little less occupied, so be it.

The fact of the matter is that Leon has perfected his method to three steps:

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell. Like you’re trying to take off from the ground and fly right back up to heaven without him, and he can’t have that just yet.

Assume position when you start laughing too hard at his jokes to distract from the fact that you’re about to fall. You never laugh at his one-liners (the best he’s ever gotten out of you is a giggle and that was on his birthday). 

Engage nearest mode of rescue the second your eyes start flitting around in search of a place to land. 

But above all, the one condition that puts him on red alert is when you’ve been drinking. His sweetheart is a complete lightweight. 

And tonight, you’d had too much fun at Claire’s Christmas dinner.

It takes a little longer than usual for Leon’s icy fingers to undo the buckle on your other shoe. “The mulled wine was that good, huh?” he asks, his lips curving into a smile as he looks up at you and your crossed arms.

He gets a hmph! in response.

“You look beautiful. You always do, it’s just…could we maybe save the ankle-breaking shoes for when the ground’s not frozen over?” 

The frown flies back on your face within seconds. His peace treaty’s gone south. “But Leon, they’re my Christmas heels! I always wear them on Christmas.”

Oh, he knows. 

“That’s why they’re Christmas heels,” you point out. 

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

“It’s not Christmas if I don’t wear them,” you mumble. 

You don’t sound so sure of yourself. 

Leon’s plea deal might be back on the table.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

“I lied.”

“These aren’t your Christmas heels?”

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. 

“I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.”

You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes?

Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell?

“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.”

“You mean it?”

“Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.”

And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

“Let’s get you inside.” Leon smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d have gotten up too if he hadn’t suddenly come to a comical stop, his left knee still perpendicular to the ground.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.”

“So I am. Ow.” 

You lend him a helping hand as the two of you stumble inside the warm apartment, and Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure.

But also something else. Something shiny. 

He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

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[sunnyrifle]

Ginji's not in control (chat copypaste)

⚠️CAUTION!! i’m not eng native, this is an unedited text from my notes, structural & grammatical errors ahead⚠️

need a lot of translation and digging to find the truth-- but also, doesn't Morita just look good in blood? while Ginji looks kind of pathetic in it? I rly like the aesthetic hehe--

for me that's his wet dog outfit haha

I mean if he's menacingly smiling like he killed someone and the blood is on his hands or face-- yeah

if HE'S bleeding-- unlike Morita, Ginji's kinda pathetic in his own pool of blood (but that's just the vibes huhu)

then again it's just bc I like breaking characters facade a lot-- for me if I'd write Morita in his own blood, he'd probably be berserk mode or post that with tears (see Kamui arc lol)

if I'd do Ginji I'd probably write him being taken by surprise with "why did it come to this" kind of emotion--

I honestly like the kinda portrayal of Ginji where he sorta anticipates where his life would go

Idk how to describe it, but like I can see Akagi being taken by surprise a lot more than Ginji lol

also unlike Akagi, Ginji was drawn taken aback by something in manga... if Akagi reacts going "ooh? go ahead, show me" then Ginji gets that drop of sweat treatment lol;;

instances I remember are 1) Ginji listening to the exposition of men cage lol 2) running to the elevator bc of Morita’s proclamation of retirement

I also don't think Ginji intended for the serial killer arc to go as it went haha--

so I'd say Ginji is very competent at putting up a front but he's never actually in control

I'd say he's the type of character who'd do this:

- look, Morita, it'll land tails (flips a coin)

it lands on heads

- heh, the coin was rigged, I planned it all along... from this, Morita, you have to learn a lesson to not believe anyone, not even yourself 

and Morita nods with a serious face and thinks "damn Ginji's so smart and handsome”

I distinctly remember when I read GtK for the first time and wasn't even crazy yet, in Kamui arc Morita was yet to get into real mess and he held a gun and was planning and scheming how to get someone from the back in the dark-- and I thought damn;; he's younger than me, he turned complete yakuza in such a short span of story omg–

then it all made sense for me, that's when GtK finally started clicking in my head

I was like yeah yeah let's see where this corruption arc goes

AND IT DOESN'T

Morita just says fuck your corruption arc dammit I'm retiring

that's!!!! peak

and they don't even do it in The straight men fashion lol

they do it with Morita crying into a pillow and Ginji RUNNING to the elevator, smoking nodding and going "yeah yeah-- it's all ugh it's all part of the plan-- I uuuh FORESEEN THIS yes.....”

kmd-san likes to say that GtK is about turning steel (tetsuo) into gold -- that you can't bend Morita's moral code because he has an iron will like that-- and wasn't that the first thing Ginji liked Morita for? that test of "kill for the money" that Morita refused... which he passed with flying colours by not accepting the premise itself "I won't kill anyone and I don't want to make money like that" was basically his answer then-- in the end, I think, Ginji caused his own downfall and their heartbreaking falling out with Morita, all by himself

ah sorry it's not just gay story it's also a nasty huge age gap story + teacher/pupil dynamics.... damn they've had a lot on their plate from the very start huh

Akira: Ginji's mistake is taking him to solo missions, should've kept the leash short haha

I mean he courted Morita into submission by giving him space for two arcs and making him believe that's what he wanted in the first place (to be by Ginji's side as a reward) but that's a very risky almost self-sabotaging strategy

almost creates an illusion it all was voluntary wish from Morita's side huhu

like what was the probability of Morita not only returning but also multiplying the profits when he's left alone 1) with measly amount of money on the rooftop 2) to double his FIRST win and return AGAIN--

Pansy: I think the missions themselves were a reward too, "because I trust you I want you to do this". but Gin's morals were too twisted to notice Mori didn't have the same perspective as him when it comes to who is good/bad

he did get help from Gin during the arc art (which makes Gin's mentality of ~lucky~ Morita feel dumb to me)

Gin was so stupid to believe Mori could just do anything.

Akira: whenever Ginji said something about luck I find myself musing about that being an elaborate form of gaslighting hahah

but as a lot of lies do, when they're repeated you start to believe them yourself

Pansy: my headcanon is that Gin fell in love with Mori at first sight, got obsessed with him and truly believed Mori was "the chosen on". he thought he was too old to fall in love again and got the feelings all mixed. His heart got confused and he blindly believed that Mori was 100% his.

Akira: "I want Morita's luck by my side"

spend years together and

"Morita's my lucky charm"

ofc when left without him Ginji's feeling like he's reaching his limits and heading to the ultimate defeat 'turning to ashes'... he's lost his lucky charm didn't he

Pansy: As you say, when they broke up I think Gin realised he still had the ability to feel that sort of pain and in the end he accepted it.

I think Gin gaslights himself more than he does to Mori

Akira: imagining Ginji falling in love with Mori at various stages of the beginning of the manga-- hehe from the early point of "yeah I know everything about you and you know nothing about me, isn't it romantic?" to the "ah you won't kill for the money, your morals are unbending like that, I know~" tease and "not only did he rescue my ass but also left us with tape evidence itself... grabs the steering wheel with a manic smile"

If followed correctly then Ginji tries to act "professionally" doing what he was proposed to do and left Morita with serial killer duty, then he gets scared and surprised by it bc Morita's losing blood in his hands, in his car... so obviously he takes a step back and goes to break up things between them right after lol he's just an old man who doesn't understand how to do things differently (is he an avoidant attachment style? lol;;)

then Morita returns to him twice and each time he's a bit different but still the same young man, and Ginji is just glad, bc somehow it works out between them right? they have roles to play and they have business to do, everything is fine... until it isn't

and in the end Ginji's left behind and Morita's retiring and the tables turn... "I know everything about you, Gin-san, and you know nothing about me" huhu

I never considered Gin would try to break up with Mori bc of feelings of guilt, or fear that Mori would die. But then in the middle of the art mission he goes "fuck it I want him BACK I will help him just a lil bit"

hahhaha I mean it's obviously set up as Ginji putting up another test for Morita but what's Ginji to fucking win and to lose there

Pansy: his pride!!

Akira: I mean yeah, he's leaving Morita like for sure leaving him altogether hahah

imagine a guy rescuing your risky stock haste, then he gets stabbed bc of you and almost dies in your arms and your reaction is to leave him be forever? something doesn't click

and reaction of "hm yeah that's not enough of a proof, I'll leave him with another test" doesn't read that honest too

Pansy: or maybe he thought "FUCK he is actually willing to die for me? I will play hard to get in case he gets too intense..."  Morita we are breaking up. But then Mori is so cool Gin ends up giving in ❤️

Akira: remember that start of the poker arc when Morita's dressed in that clouds sweater and coat with a fur haha and he's just carrying that bag like he's homeless;; now imagine Ginji in that situation and that amount of money in his hands

not only would he whip out the metal money case without a second thought, I can clearly see him visiting the perfume store right after lol;;;

I mean... Ginji deserves his title as an underground fixer, he acts like it...

[erenspussy420]

Vil,Rook, and Neige (dom) with Bottom S/O who cries during 💦

First ask, sorry to Anon, this took a while as I wasn’t really sure how to go about this. Please enjoy! I did take some liberties with this as I wasn’t sure how you wanted it so it has smut and headcanon format.

Words: 1.3k

MDNI 18+ ONLY

Fem Insert.

Edit: Okay I realized I probably didn’t do this write. I’m so sorry!

Vil:

OH GOD. OH GOD, DOM VIL, I CAN’T EVEN. Okay, I need to pour ice down on me to calm down for him

You swallow, a slip of drool comes down from the corner of your mouth as you feel the vibrator be taken in and out of you. Your hands clawing into the purple satin covered pillow. You would have shaken your hips to take in more of it, but the steady grip on your thighs kept them in place. Even then, you keep humping the toy, futile the action. The vibration is set higher and higher than you can take as Vil plays with the settings. The pressure builds up, you're so close, but you hear the click and cry as the vibrator dies to a low hum. A chuckle leaves Vil's lips, his mouth curling into a cruel smirk as you beg him for release. He's sitting before you, bare from the neck down, his flushed length right up and proud, taking in the beautiful sight of your crying face as you try to chase the high of the vibrator he stuffed in you. 

"You cry for release, but do you really deserve it?” Vil, whose fingers were busy toying with your clit, rolling it between his fingers as the toy goes higher and higher, you’re beginning to see white from the stimulation. But again, Vil takes away your right to cum. Worse, he pulls the toy that was kept warm in you, but you forgive him as his fingers slip into you. First a finger and then more as you fuck his hand, despreate to keep being full. “Look at you, getting off with just my hand. If you want me in you, you will behave,”  through tears of frustration you plead to him ‘yes!.’ Vil pulls out his hand from you, despite the needy way your thighs clamp around him.``Now my sweet potato, behave and I might even give you my seed.” The head of his length rubbing against your entrance has you ready to be coated.

Vil is all about making sure that he gives his 100% percent into everything, even making sure you're in tears at the end of your sessions with each other. 

The first time Vil even saw tears, he immediately stopped to make sure you were okay. After confirming that yes everything was good, due to him sending you to tears with the level 9 cloud session, he goes back to fucking your brains out. He still makes sure that you're okay, your comfort is top priority!

Like damn though, the pillows are wet and not just from sweat! 

Vil is Queen of aftercare, he’s wiping you down, while the  bath is running for you to soak in with the most expensive oils that are great for your skin. Babe, I'm jealous of how he's gonna treat you. He’s so tender with you, like washing your hair and kissing your temple, as he sits behind you in the bathtub. He’ll fuck you senseless, but you’re treated so kindly afterward.

Rook: Rook, listen he fucks ok. It's the hat, probably I know it was for me. Yes he can be freaky in the sheets, however I am firmly in place that he is a very caring and attentive lover who makes sure you are always comfortable and happy. Even when you’re bent over the table clawing at the smooth surface as you feel the suction of your lips take in Rook's cock. The constant rocking has you scrambling to hold onto the ledge for dear life, something to keep you root in Twisted Wonderland, as Rook thighs smack into your own shaking thighs. The girth of his cock stretches you so well, as angles his hips into you pushing in deeper, thrusting harder, you choke out a sob when his hand pulls up one of your legs above his hip so he can have more room.

You feel a hand caress the spot bottom of your spine, drawing circles as he slowly glides over the plush of your ass. Then he smacks it, the leather of his gloves makes a sharp sound. You whine, pussy throbbing at the sensation of it. “Ah my petite Trickster, you seem to like that, no?,” the purr in Rook’s voice has you mewl, as he smacks your ass again,”Oh how the feeling of you taking me, ethereal, there is no pleasure in this world other than to be one with you, mon amour." He picks up the tempo of his thrusting, pulling back far enough only his tip kisses your needy cunt. Then back he plunges in, the wet noises being the only noise in your dorm. The brink of ecstasy is building up, you're full on crying as every smack on your ass brings you close. Rook's voice comes in and out, "My eternal devotion belongs to you," the string breaks and you come hard, the world is white," and you to me."

Rook is very attentive ok. He knows everything about you. Like really is it a surprise? He loves, with mind, soul and sight.

So you cry from getting dicked down by him? Not surprised, but that doesn't mean he won't stop what he's doing to make sure you are good and that you're safe. You're comfort and pleasure is #1.

If he isn't making you a sobbing mess, then he isn't doing it right and will make sure you see nothing but french.

He takes such good care of you, sweetie after fucking your brains out. He's carrying you to the bath, man has the candles, food, everything. You get a massage from this man. He's perfect.

Neige:

 Look at Neige now look me in the eyes and tell me he is a dom because babe he CAN be but like a soft dom, ok he’s too soft for this, which in your sessions with Neige are really sweet actually, lots of praising and body worship of kisses on your skin, love bites on your collar bone. It was during the time where Neige was pounding into you, holding you close to him as he held you tight muttering into your ear," Hot, it feels so hot to be in you, mm ah…ah, being so close to you like this is this a dream?" he heard the soft sniffles as you grip onto his back, nails racking down as his thrust became harder. Your cries to go faster, the pulsing of your walls around him keep his talking from barely coherent to babbling praises,"You're perfect for me! A-Ah..I can’t live without you! I..need…ah…want… I want you!”

The ecstasy of having getting fucked on Neige's lap as his fingers dig into your hips, his tongue licking your chest, biting and sucking on your nipples as he presses you down into the sheets, hitting the bundle of nerves in the right spot that made tears spring into your eyes. You let out a loud cry as he hits it again. “Ah Neige!” , the tears falling as you throw your head back, losing yourself in the bliss.

The first time you guys fucked, Neige felt mortified when he realized you were crying, he was caught up with his dick getting milked for the first time forgive him. He thought he hurt you! You need to calm this guy down, he won’t forgive himself unless you explain it to him.

 After calming down with your conversation, he was still unsure but felt a little proud of himself that you were crying from the pleasure of your love making together. Now that he knows, he does his best to make sure you cry with each session, he is determined!

Neige makes sure you’re pampered and taken care of after you love making. Neige is the type who likes to cuddle with you after sex. He likes holding you close to him, he hums a sweet love song as he laces your fingers with his. He’s soft.

Now he knows when you cry from getting fucked, to weeping as you reach you climax under him. He kisses your tears away, and cleans you up immediately. Lots of cuddles and pillow talk with Neige.

[astaroth1357]

Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry

Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)

Warning: Angsty

Lucifer 

If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...

Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…

The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...

In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…

His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...

Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology… 

It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…

He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain… 

He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)

“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”

Mammon

Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…

He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!

The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.

To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!

Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…

If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...

He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.

"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"

Leviathan 

Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…

Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.

Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…

An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…

He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs! 

… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.

The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...

He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.

“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”

Satan

Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…

He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…

The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.

He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!

When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…

Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…

Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself… 

On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...

"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."

Asmodeus 

Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…

MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.

Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.

When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!

Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…

He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.

That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...

He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…

He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.

“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”

Beelzebub 

He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest... 

Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…

It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either… 

He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…

It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…

The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...

Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?

“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”

Belphegor 

Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...

That's not going to last long.

Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.

So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...

It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…

And then he heard it.

First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…

Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…

To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.

The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…

Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.

"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"

[iznsfw]

Damn, nowadays almost every new writer comes with an amazing first fic. Nice work there! Keep it up..

Anyway, i don't wanna rush you but would you write for other members in the future, maybe chaewon? rough, dp or whatever, the prompt is up to you. Just make it dirty.. 😶

Crybaby

IZ*ONE's Kim Chaewon x Male Reader Angst & Smut

Categories: toxic relationship, mentioned dacryphilia, rough hate sex, dub-con, rushed editing

Hello, anon! I'm glad you liked my first work! I hope you like this too :) Fun fact: This was meant to be an Eunbi piece, but I figured this could go well with Chaewon too.

It has been several days of giving Chaewon the cold shoulder. Several long, dark days, that pass by like turtles. A second feels like a minute, and a minute feels like an hour. An hour for is a whole day.

At least, for Chaewon it is.

You know it hurts her. And you have to admit to yourself that maybe that's why you enjoy doing it so much.

What kind of partner are you?

It's difficult to accept that maybe seeing her eyes well up in tears and her lips stretch into a quivering pout are what drive you to hurt her. Maybe you enjoy seeing her eyes get red and sore. Maybe you like her getting so upset she begins to sob like a child denied a toy and run to Minju for comfort.

It just brings a forbidden swell of pride in your heart (was it pride? Or sadness? You had no idea either) to watch her weakly stutter back a pathetic insult then her pale cheeks get red with embarrassment, and dumbed down into a mess of tears and whimpers on the carpeted floor.

You shake your head, placing both hands on the sides of it. Why are you like this? you ask yourself. She's your girlfriend! Why would you want to see such a pretty and sweet girl cry because of you? Were you some kind of psycho or something?

You think of how sweet she is. Chaewon used to be a cold and reserved girl who never attempted to smile, but because of you she found meaning to it. She became affectionate, making you breakfast when she could and allowing you to playfully boop the tip of her cute nose.

Where did you go wrong?

You can't even remember when it all changed. Maybe it was the time that—

You hear the door of your apartment creak.

You break away from your trance, looking up at the door. There, you see Chaewon with red eyes, silent as ever. You could tell she's been crying. Her arms clutch the heavy red backpack to her chest.

You know what she was trying to do. And you know why she returned:

You.

You always know, no matter how big of a fight emerges between you two, she will always come crawling back. That's the power you have over her.

Chaewon's head is low. The mass of black hair dangles on the sides of her face.

"I'm sorry."

You love it. You love when her mind automatically places all your mistakes on her own back. You love how she always tries to excuse how much you love hurting her, and how at the end you always come out as the poor boy Kim Chaewon abuses.

You decide to hold one of your little sessions again. You know how it starts, and she does too. But only one of you is in control.

You press play.

"You fucking crybaby."

Chaewon is sensitive, both physically and emotionally. Tears brim at the bottom of her eyes. One slips down her face and onto her neck.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," you contradict her as you rise from the sofa, crossing your arms. "You cry so easily, and I don't even tell you anything that's not true."

"You called me a fat whore, for God's sake!"

Ah yes, you remember that. You could recall the both of you arguing over a thing as little as who would bring Wonyoung her birthday present. She was sitting on the other end of the sofa, voice raised and pointing aggressively at you while you argued back just as loudly.

Your mind could accurately remember how it went from "I can't get her the fucking present, Chaewon, I'm busy" to "You're always busy, but you never are when Eunbi unnie asks something from you!" and end in "Well, at least Eunbi isn't a fat whore!"

Remembering that makes you smile cruelly at her. You always enjoy this.

"Am I not wrong?"

Chaewon slaps her hand to her mouth.

You've just crossed the red line she's been trying to maintain ever since she cried in front of you for the first time.

You both glare at each other for long, delicious seconds. Invisible daggers dig holes into Chaewon's eyes. You could tell her mind is doing cartwheels trying to dream up a proper excuse for what you just said.

None come up.

"Alright that's it!"

Chaewon drops her backpack on the floor and rushes at you. Unable to process everything to move away, she ends up pushing you into the sofa, lips harshly locking with yours. She straddles you and rips your buttoned shirt apart.

You are still not able to register everything in your mind. Everything is hurried and blurred. All you could understand is Chaewon messily making out with you, her hand holding your cheek in place, and her hips dry humping your hidden bulge.

Chaewon pulls away briefly. Her cheeks are still wet from tears but her hands say anything but sadness. One slaps you across the face.

"Ow!"

"You undeserving bastard. Minju always told me you were trouble. I should have listened to her."

"Chaewon, you're a fucking—"

She laughs loudly before you could finish your sentence. "'A fucking' what? Slut? Bitch? Or I don't know, crybaby? Call me anything you like. We'll see who's the crybaby here."

You are stunned. Chaewon has rarely stood up for herself whenever the two of you fought. She would always apologize in the end for what you've done to her, and still love you all the same.

But now?

Chaewon spits in your face. She adjusts herself on your lap so she could fumble with the zipper of your pants. She shoves her hand in and pulls out your hardening dick.

Without caring if it is pleasurable for you or not, her hand jacks you off in a quick mindless pace. She grins when she hears you shamelessly let out a moan. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asks, though she already knows the answer. "Come on. You know you are."

You groan loudly. "I am."

"You're such a bad boy. Just for that, I'll hit you."

And she does. She raises her hand high and slaps your cheek. You shout; the sting is enough to form a red handprint.

Chaewon stops her hurried handjob and suddenly sits on your cock. You gasp loudly at how tight she is. You wonder how she never had any panties on ever since she walked back in.

Chaewon rides you at an unexplainable speed. Her hands grip your broad shoulders for leverage. Each return of your shaft inside her heavenly wet hole brings you faster to orgasm. Her arousal wets your length over and over as each bounce shoves your tip against her cervix.

Not stopping at all, she removes the white shirt she is wearing over her head. A second pleasant surprise that follows her lack of panties is her lack of a bra too. Her small breasts bounce up and down. She squeezes it in her hand, eliciting a gaspy moan from her throat that makes you even harder if that were possible.

"Suck on my tits," she orders.

She does not wait for you to do so. Chaewon shoves a brown nipple into your mouth. You obediently suck it as if you were a hungry infant.

You could feel it coming already. "Fuck, Chaewon," you exclaim, eyes squeezing shut. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it," she snarls. Her eyes almost roll at the back of her head as she quickens her riding. "I'm going to wring out every drop of cum from you till you can't even blow anymore."

You start to shove you own hips up into her. The way her tight little pussy clenches onto your dick every two seconds and massages it in between her velvety walls, along with her tight naked body fully exposed to you are the ingredients to your intense orgasm.

You let out a shout as you cum inside her, your dick being squeezed so unbelievably tight so Chaewon could milk you of every drop.

She doesn't stop. She keeps riding you. But you are too sensitive for even a second round.

"Please, Chaewon," you plead. Your body spasms and shakes violently. "It's too sensitive."

"You said you were gonna cum, didn't you? Let's make sure you don't stop."

She's won. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as Chaewon fucks her tight wet pussy onto you. Every single nerve is stimulated, and it's becoming too much.

Tears come spilling down your face like a waterfall. You have never experienced this rough kind of sex, but you understand why you are now. Chaewon is fucking every apology she's made and every mistake you've done onto you. Each manipulation and insult is returned in the form of harsh fucking. Right now, to her you are just a toy. Nothing else but a toy to play with and discard of when done.

Chaewon laughs pridefully. She knows she's won. This is probably the proudest she's been of herself in the long time, you think.

"Aw, are you gonna cry?" she asks, faking a mockful pout. "Maybe it's because you're so fucking pathetic. Using a girl so you could jack off in the bedroom at night watching her cry." She laughs again at your stunned look. "That's right, dickhead. I know what you're doing."

You unexpectedly cum again. Semen spurts from your dick and into her womb. But that doesn't make her stop either.

Your thighs begin to shake. Your nails dig into Chaewon's thin hips and your toes curl tightly.

Chaewon finally cums onto you. Her fluids mix with your own cum, a sick pool of arousal and orgasm. But she doesn't scream or moan; she's too focused on making you cry to even let you know your dick feels good.

You sob. You want her to stop, but at same time you never want to pull out. Your nails draw blood from her skin. You've lost count of the orgasms you've had. "Please, Chaewon, I'm sorry!"

"You know what? I'm sorry too, but not for you; for myself."

She starts riding you again. You cry exhaustedly, sensitive dick spewing out loads of cum again. You give Chaewon a pleading look but to no avail.

"You know what else Minju told me? She told me to do this."

Has Chaewon been holding that little kitchen knife this whole time? You wouldn't know.

[johnkrrasinski]

started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

a/n: please like, reblog and leave a feedback. :) enjoy!

"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

[taechaos]

No More

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: dark romance, college au

synopsis: Perhaps love isn’t all you need to be with Jungkook. Maybe it's a sign you and him weren't meant to be.

warnings: fluff, daddy kink, public sex, degredation, mild angst

word count: 6.7k

a/n: dedicated to a good old gemini, known as pretzel anon. happy birthday! this was shit! 💞 can someone let me know if i made a stupid mistake i was really high while writing this lol

If every couple goes at their own pace, how does one know if the relationship is rushed or a slow burn? What is considered a date, and how many do you have to go on to stop calling it a date? Maybe there’s a book called Dating for Dummies.

Jungkook has taken you out once: a fast food meal on the curb across your campus. Romance is subjective, so you thought it to be very romantic when he fed you a french fry under the streetlights while you were too stuffed to finish your food. “I paid for it,” he’d said, “so you have to eat it all.”

“I’ll eat anything from your hand,” you’d replied bashfully. He got a bit awkward after that, and you regretted saying it until he began feeding you and even holding your drink to your mouth. It was a successful first date, but you wanted it to last longer; feel your heartbeat out of rhythm with every smile he threw at you until the sun came up. Unfortunately for you, he walked you to your dorm a little after dinner.

Luckily for you, you know that wasn’t your first and last date. You’re going to ask him out for the second one because it’s a beautiful day outside and you’ve studied all morning for your finals to clear up your schedule for Jungkook. A walk in the park sounds nice, then a picnic, maybe he’ll even hold your hand! Is it too soon for another date though? It’s only been less than a day… 

You’re wearing your favorite outfit for the occasion: a pale blue floral dress that has a rectangular collar on the chest—without cleavage, God forbid—and sandal heels to match. You even styled your hair, and hopefully dressing to impress works; you don’t want him to say no. The current issue is finding Jungkook, and you don’t want to be that person, but you’re avoiding calling him in case you bust him with another girl by searching instead. It makes you guilty for having trust issues, but infidelity has its impacts.

Regardless of your internal concerns, you’re happily humming as you skip on the sidewalk, checking every corner for a certain someone. So far no such luck, and if he isn’t in his dorm, and if he doesn’t go off campus on Sundays, where could he be? In someone else’s dorm…?

“Stop,” you scold yourself with a roll of your eyes and continue your hunt. Next location: the back of the building. The front is cleared out, so is the dorm; what’s happening in the most secretive area? “God,” you sigh. Is this how your thinking process has always been? You hope it is.

The beat in your steps has gone missing when you’re rounding the exterior of the building because of your reluctance. You’re contemplating calling him until you see the back of a man with a girl in front of him by the benches, presumably kissing from the smacking noises. You clench your phone in your dress pocket as you watch them, hesitant to find out who the guy is.

“Jun–” Your voice goes quiet when you see the tattoo of a dragon on his shoulder, peeking out from his black loose tank top. It’s not Jungkook’s tattoo. You bite your lip and ignore the relief in your tight muscles; he’s dating you now, that’s what he said. It’s different, so there’s no point in worrying about his loyalty. 

You shake your hands off and walk faster to the taboo spot. There’s no point in worrying, there isn’t, not when he told you he would make it up to you. There’s no reason for your heart to race from expecting the worst when you make the final turn.

A shaky breath leaves you and a small smile follows when you see him smoking with his friends by the back exit. There are four people with him, Taehyung included, who is sharing a cigarette with him. He notices you first because he’s facing you whereas Jungkook is facing the clear forest across. He waves you over with a wide grin, his eyes lighting up.

“I see a pretty girl at 9 o’clock,” Taehyung says and Jungkook turns his head, the rest following his lead. You take tiny strides while approaching them and bite down on a shy smile.

“Hi,” you greet in a small voice. Your eyes immediately lock with Jungkook’s, who looks baffled.

“Hey yourself,” Taehyung greets back. “Care to share?” He holds a burning cigarette out to you with a slight bow, as if offering you a rose.

“She doesn’t smoke,” Jungkook answers for you without looking away. Is he displeased?

“Have you ever tried it?” he persists before inhaling the stick and blowing it in your face. You cough and hold a fist to your mouth, shaking your head. Jungkook slaps the back of his head before taking the cigarette from him and putting it out on the wall he’s leaning against. “You owe me a whole pack now.”

“Care to introduce us?” a guy you don’t know asks curiously. 

“Oh, right–”

Jungkook cuts him off before putting names onto the three strangers’ faces, Namjoon being the one who asked for the introduction, and when he comes to you, he says, “Meet… my girlfriend.”

“Thought you said she was a lousy nerd, Taehyung,” Yoongi comments before chugging from his flask. “Doesn’t look like it to me.” Taehyung chuckles uncomfortably before rubbing the nape of his neck as you tilt your head at him, the glint in your eyes never fading at Jungkook’s words.

“I didn’t get a close look at her before, didn’t know she was a real beauty,” he recovers with a flirt. Another slap on the back of his head. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Seokjin diverts the topic. He appears very nice and seems to be the only one not smoking. His friendly smile puts you at ease and you politely tell him, “The pleasure is all mine.” Good first impression on all of Jungkook’s friends: check.

Your boyfriend ignores the interaction and stares at you until you gaze at him as well. “What are you doing here?” You can’t read his expression.

“I wanted to ask you…” you play with your fingers nervously, “if you wanted to go to the park with me?”

Jungkook quirks a brow as Namjoon and Seokjin wiggle their brows, Taehyung frowns, and Yoongi smirks. Quite brave of you to ask him out in front of his smoker friends, and it’s impressive that you play into such a role of textbook love: only caring about what your crush thinks. When Jungkook peeks to see their reactions, more or less weighing their judgement, he’s satisfied when he realizes none of them give a flying fuck about him being with a girl next door; someone outside of his type of rather than a free escort, really. 

He doesn’t care about what they think when he smiles down at you and says, “Let’s go.” You bounce on your heels when he swings his arm over your shoulder and walks away from the scene. The unsteady heartbeat is back for the same reason as last time, but you’re waiting to request something else.

The park near the university is peaceful with groups of friends hanging out; couples sitting on benches; the sun shining down on the trees and grass as you aim for the ice cream stand. You try to muster up the courage to ask him first, but you’re feeling courageous as you pull away from his arm and instead latch onto his hand and intertwine your fingers. You glance at him with a blush to see his reaction, but he doesn’t look at you and only squeezes your hand nonchalantly. His grip is tighter than yours. Maybe it’s from the heat, but his cheeks are tinted in a light pink shade. 

You stumble on your heels when you stare at him for too long, but you recover from a fall last second. He holds onto you anyway, furrowing his brows at your shoes. “High heels? Are you trying to reach my height?”

“You like them,” you giggle and continue your struts more carefully. When he frowns, you worry, “Do I not look good in them?” 

“Why would I like them if you can’t walk in them? You look pretty in flats too.” 

After a whole afternoon of eating ice cream, blushing at anything nice Jungkook said, listening to his music while sitting under the sun, the evening has come. Throughout the day, you were dreading the end of it because every second with him is so enjoyable. The warmth of his hand when you play with his fingers is a feeling you never want to forget, and you didn’t notice the little smile on his face when you were lying on his chest as he watched you do the most endearing and innocent thing one could think of. 

“So precious,” he’d thought. It makes the argument from yesterday feel all the more terrifying when he remembers how close he had gotten to losing this moment. It’s nothing he’s ever experienced or even seen before; plain jackpot.

You’re off the school grounds as you walk on the streets passing cafés with Jungkook, hands locked and feeling perfect. You wonder if he has ever done this with anyone before, but then he’s never been in a relationship. Who are the people that comment in his Instagram posts then? A question strikes you, and you admire his side profile as you ask, “You don’t like it when people call you– Ah!” Your balance wavers as you stumble again, this time falling on your knees after your ankle bends. With the pain tolerance of a baby’s, your eyes instantly water and you let go of his hand as you hold onto your ankle. It’s sprained.

“Shit, are you okay?” He crouches down and picks you up bridal style before sitting you down on a nearby chair. The café’s lights allow him to see the scrape on your knee and the bump on your ankle. “Hey, hey, don’t cry now,” he rubs your injury soothingly as he cringes at your tears. He doesn’t know how to comfort you as you whimper and sniffle. 

“Damn these heels,” you cry quietly. 

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your wording. “This is my second time hearing you swear. Swearing apparently helps with pain though. Say ‘fuck’.”

A chuckle leaves your mouth, but you decide to try it anyway; the throbbing muscle hurts too much. “F-Fuck.”

“Fuck these heels,” he encourages.

“Fuck these fucking heels,” you level. Maybe the theory is correct, because it feels slightly better when he laughs at your rare vulgarity. A minute passes with you trying to keep your tears at bay while he lightly massages your wound.

When he notices you calm down, he asks, “I don’t like it when people call me…?”

You sniffle and rub your eyes before saying a few seconds later, “Daddy.”

He blinks, stares at you, and his heart skips a beat. With your soft pout and red nose, you look so little to him. “... Yes?”

“Huh?”

“Oh,” he smoothly snaps out of his shock, “I don’t have that kink… Um, say it again?”

“Daddy?” 

It sounds different hearing it from you. Without the drawn out whine or the eggplant emoji next to it, and with your voice, it actually sounds cute. “What does that word mean to you?” he shifts the conversation with a subtle blush.

“I don’t know. You call a fatherly figure daddy, right? A man who takes care of you. People say it during sex too. You’re being a daddy right now.”

“Stop,” he warns lowly, “we’re in public.” He stands up from his kneeling position and picks you up in his arms again. “Have you ever called anyone that?” 

You clasp your hands behind his neck as he walks with ease, as if he isn’t carrying anyone in the first place. “No. My dad walked out on my mom when I was little, and I haven’t met anyone who treats me like you do.”

“Wait, you… think of me as your… daddy?” His eyes are wide and he’s gaping at the path in front of him with knitted brows. He looks so intimidating when you scrutinize his features, but you know he’s just flustered. You timidly nod against his shoulders. “Christ. Why?”

Your answer isn’t immediate because you don’t want to come off as too strong, but he’s impatient as he squeezes your waist. “I know you don’t want people to call you that,” you whisper understandingly, “but you’re so mean to others, and you hurt anyone who upsets you.” He rolls his tongue around his cheek uncomfortably. “Whether it be with words or actions. But you’re so sweet to me… You can be really rude, but you care a lot too. You don’t even smoke around me,” you laugh lightheartedly. 

“I mean, you are a baby. You make it difficult to not treat you like one,” he jokes with a hint of truth. You snuggle into his neck with a lopsided grin and your breath fans his tan skin. “I don’t like being an asshole to you, but I’m not exactly a nice person either.”

“You’re carrying me to my dorm,” you point out as a counter.

“I’m only nice to you; somewhat. And… I don’t like being called daddy by horny women, or men for that matter. I’ve never liked it, so I’m not exactly sure why I’m hard right now.” You tense against him. “Something about your sweet, innocent voice calling me daddy is really fucking hot.” He sighs to collect his thoughts; he can’t wait until he’s in your room. It would just be torture. “Did you get on birth control, baby?” He keeps his volume low in case of someone eavesdropping.

“Yes,” you mumble and grow nervous at what he’s thinking.

“Good girl,” he exhales and swiftly enters an empty alley between two restaurants. “Quite the slut too, telling me all this in a crowd.”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe as he presses you against the wall and has you wrapping your legs around his waist. He’s so thoughtful, carrying you even when he’s shaming you so you don’t put pressure on your injured foot. The shadows casting from the walls in the narrow space limits your vision, but you don’t need to see anything when he’s doing all the work by rendering you immobile from the press of his hips.

“Good choice with the dress,” he says while pulling out his belt and releasing the buckle. You hold onto him tightly without the security of his hands. He pushes his jeans down and has you towering over him by adjusting your position from the back of your thighs. Your breathing is quick and shallow from the anxious anticipation of the raw stretch, but he’s so nice to you today: he shoves your panties to the side and rubs your folds to collect your arousal as lube. He’s being thoughtful by relaxing your walls with his fingers first, and you bite down on a moan at the sensation. He’s still taking care of you by silencing you with a bruising kiss. 

“Thank you,” you sigh against his lips. His two knuckles are deep inside you as they curl and scissor. As nice as he is, he’s also very impatient and it’s not long before you feel his tip lightly poking at your entrance. 

“Ideal for a quick fuck.” He flashes a dazzling smile before it falters in order to concentrate on positioning himself. He closes his eyes and bites his lip as he slowly enters you, a lot more gentle considering the setting and knowing how vocal you get. A hum rumbles in his throat as you gasp when he’s halfway inside. When he bottoms out, he waits a few seconds for you to adjust before his rough nature returns. “You gonna stay quiet for me, little girl?”

“I’ll try.” Your heart is pounding in your chest when he leans in your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“You know that’s not what I wanna hear,” he whispers. He isn’t going to fuck you until you say what he wants, and your diffidence doesn’t make an appearance when his fingers are digging so hard into your thighs, his breath is hot on your skin, and he’s completely nestled inside you.

You lean into his ear as well, and meekly say, “I’ll try my best, daddy.” You can feel him shiver under your hands and hear him grunt, “God,” before he starts moving. Fast. You’d think he’s in a rush from how his pace picked up so quickly—roughly—but he may have just discovered his new kink. 

There’s no point in being quiet when the slam of his cock is enough noise deep in the alley, and he realizes that before you do. You’re bouncing in his arms, mouth open in a silent scream with only huffs leaving to not expose your doings, until he growls, “Say it again. Again and again.”

The chilly breeze from the night weather doesn’t affect you when he has you flush against him, and heat creeps all over your body not only from his hard and impatient thrusts but also from his words. “Daddy,” you whine, the same drawn out whine that he used to hate hearing; it makes his abs contract and clench now, a groan catching in his throat. He sounds almost animalistic, and your eyes screw back in pleasure. 

“Quiet, you fucking slut,” he reminds with a following moan. 

“I-I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper in a strained voice. You can’t keep your vocal cords steady when he’s knocking the breath out of you every time he hits your cervix so deliciously. Jungkook’s a total paradox when he’s being so aggressive yet sweet at the same time, but it feels too good for you to complain. Your head is in the clouds when he bites on your shoulder to practice what he preaches: being quiet. 

“Do you love me?” Maybe that’s not the way you should go on about asking to hear his sweet nothings, because he bites you so hard that you feel his teeth break your skin. 

“The fuck kind of question is that?” he snarls. He licks a drop of your blood off of his lips when he faces you, but the bruising pistoning of his cock doesn’t differ; maybe slams into you even harder. “Hm? Answer me, dumb little slut.” He pinches your thigh cruelly, emitting a pained gasp from you.

 “I just want to hear you say it, please daddy,” you mewl. “I love you so much.”

“Keep fucking begging.”

You initially thought Jungkook became more honest and affectionate when you’re being intimate, but it seems that one word brings out a different side to him: wild and sadistic. Perhaps there are two sides of him being a daddy, one not so much of a fatherly figure. Controlling, dominating, and violent. You’ve received too many bruises in one night.

“Please, please, please, pretty please,” you comply in a cry and hug him tighter.

“Missing something,” he tuts with a breathless laugh. “I love you, stupid girl, more than anything.” He stops ramming into you, and the drag of his throbbing length loses its pace but not its strength. “So, so fucking much,” he strains before slamming into you one last time for his release. With him stuck brushing against your sensitive spot and his shaky moan, your lashes flutter and you clench down on him with the intoxicating wave of your orgasm coursing through your trembling figure. You whimper his name as his cum fills you, the warmth coating your walls while you lose your sense of awareness. 

“Stand on one leg,” he breathes. You know he’s referring to your safe foot, so you disentangle your legs from his waist and stand. The only sound aside from the drown out dialogues from the restaurants nearby is your panting. Though he’s just as drained of energy as you are, he adjusts your dress and underwear for you, even fixing your hair before he pulls up his pants and lifts you. “Don’t call me that around others by the way– especially Taehyung.”

“I promise,” you assure with a chuckle.

The next day, a dreadful Monday, is not so bad when you get to link with your boyfriend and other friends by your usual spot on the benches. You don’t have a lot of lectures throughout the day, and you sit next to Jungkook who’s chatting with Taehyung and Yoongi after your long morning lecture in the afternoon. You peck his cheek as a greeting with a lovesick grin, and the former annoyed look on his face vanishes when he sees you. Soyeon and Minnie are close by, and thankfully there’s no tension between anyone. You’re forgiving, but you aren’t going to forget.

“So you two are actually back together, huh?” Taehyung says with a mocking smile. “What goes around comes around, Kookie.”

“Taehyung, you’re not making this any easier on yourself,” Yoongi murmurs.

Jungkook scoffs and rolls his tongue around his cheek—an irritated habit. “Well then Tae, I’m going to be polite and ask you to not be a homewrecker.”

“I have been hanging around Soyeon too much lately…” he jokes with a tilt of his head.

“Don’t turn this on me,” she says with a quirked brow, tone as soft as Jungkook remembers. You sit back and sigh at their bickering. “I didn’t know his name, you have no excuse to be flirting with her.”

“He isn’t–” You can’t get a word in when Jungkook agrees, “She’s fucking right, you know. Stop tailing around me to get a look up at her skirt.”

“I am not–"

“Oh for God’s sake,” Yoongi sighs like you do. Both of you share a guilty look, apologizing on each other’s behalf. It’s only when you start tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s arm that he finally looks at you.

“You like it?” he asks, a bit smugly. You nod with a tiny smile. His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he pecks yours, and says, “I’ll add your name to the collection. Thinking of inking my knuckles.”

A blush from his kiss, and a bashful smile from his idea graces your face when you cutely pout, “No…” He laughs at your very obviously fake denial and closes in on you, teasing in a whisper, “Yeah? You like that?”

“Look at you two being so adorable,” Taehyung interrupts with a dreamy sigh, “but I want ice cream.” He holds his hands up by his elbows on the oak table and leans his face on them with fluttering eyelashes. “Kookie? Ice cweam? Pwease?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jungkook winces at the disgustingly cutesy face he makes, and you release a humoured breath at the friendlier banter. “Go buy it yourself, moron.”

“I don’t have money and I want her tea on how you two made up,” he flutters his lashes again with his fingers intertwined; begging so silly. “Pretty please.”

“Now I’m definitely not going to leave you alone with her.”

“Baby,” you interject, and his eyes widen at the nickname. “I want ice cream too.”

He flashes a quick glare at Taehyung, easily giving into your needs with a sigh. “You’re paying, fuckface.” He snatches his wallet the moment it’s out of his pocket and walks off while spinning it between his fingertips.

“He stole my fucking wallet,” he frowns without offence. “Oh well. So…” his eyes trail to you with a mischievous glint, “you never smoked before, right?”

You shake your head, a bit curious—albeit amused—as to where he’s going with this. 

“You wanna know something? Jungkook reeeaaally likes smokers,” he stretches his hands for emphasis. It piques your interest, and you raise a brow. “I can teach you. We have to do it fast, before he comes from the store. Okay?”

“Um… okay,” you laugh as he switches seats from across you to Jungkook’s spot. 

He takes out his pack where his lighter is also stuffed as he speaks, “So what I’m gonna do is teach you how to shotgun.”

“You can’t do that with a cigarette,” Yoongi states in boredom, a plain contrast to Taehyung’s hyperactivity. “Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you.”

“Oh, shut the fuck– okay, sorry, didn’t mean to say that.” He turns to you with glimmering excitement, “It’ll be easier on you if we do it with a shotgun.” You merely shrug because you don’t even know what that means. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth before holding up a hand to his lighter, inhaling until the tip burns. Smoke flies past his lips as he explains, “You inhale from the filter, but don’t inhale too much. You’re going to cough, maybe feel a little lightheaded since it’s your first time, but try to hold it in, okay?” 

Taehyung peeks behind Yoongi before shifting his attention to you. He takes another drag from the cigarette but doesn’t exhale. “Okay,” you say with a nod, sharing his excitement at a new experience that Jungkook could potentially approve of. You can rely on Taehyung’s honesty, though the bad memory from before leaves a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you’re ready to create better memories with him. He flips the stick until the filter is between your lips.

He wraps his lips around the tip and your eyebrows shoot up at the proximity. He holds your face between his large palms, and the cigarette is hidden behind his hands. He leans closer and nods at you, and you take the cue to inhale. You hear Yoongi blow out a deep breath just as you take in a shallow one. The urge to cough strikes you instantly, and you hold it in the best you can; your cheeks puff out as you slightly wheeze, and smoke leaves from both your mouth and nose. That’s when Taehyung pulls back, the intense eye contact gone, and you hear Yoongi scoff and the heavy footsteps of someone else. You cough into your hand when Taehyung slips it out of your mouth and holds it under the table.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook asks incredulously and throws three wrapped popsicles on the bench. You feel slightly dizzy when your small coughing fit ends, and you grow confused as to why your boyfriend is glaring at you with such intensity as his eyes flicker back and forth between you and Taehyung.

“Had to take you up on the homewrecker offer–” Taehyung’s sentence is cut off when Jungkook pulls him up by his collar, hesitates with his fist flying midway, then forcefully pushes him onto the pavement instead. He’s also confused– frantic, and doesn’t know what to do.

You’re semi-conscious of what he’s doing, but consuming nicotine for the first time leaves you feeling quite strange. You feel like you’ll stumble if you try to stand up, and slur if you speak, so you just wait it out.

“What– Why are you just sitting there?” he asks you with violent gestures. “What the fuck?” He holds onto his head, and all of your friends are quiet as they watch him. They must have missed you smoking for the first time. Yoongi waits for him to stop pacing.

“It’s not what you think, Jungkook,” Yoongi calmly tells him. What is he thinking though? “I know it looked–”

“The fuck it did! Right fucking in front of me? How the fuck are you so calm?” he yells. 

“Hm?” you say. He watches you in astonishment: bottom lip jutting out and brows scrunched. If he didn’t see you shamelessly kissing Taehyung out in the open, he would be doubting his own vision because of how unbothered you seem. It bewilders him; why aren’t you reacting at all?

“They weren’t–”

“It took almost one fucking week of dating for you to resort to this?” Taehyung is still on the ground as he sends you a warning glance, Yoongi is unbothered by the ordeal because he’s constantly interrupted, and Jungkook is fuming at you while you just sit there.

“I was just curious,” you relate to the cigarette that is still lit beneath the grass next to Taehyung.

An astounded laugh is his only response as Taehyung smiles at you, but you’re only looking at Jungkook. “And here I thought, like a fucking idiot, that you were the only girl unlike my mother. And you,” he looks at his old friend with menace, “show your face around me, and I won’t hold back again. God, I need to kill someone,” he sighs before storming off. So he doesn’t like cigarettes?

When the fog in your mind begins to clear up, you stand to go after him just as Taehyung blocks your path. “I need to tell him I won’t smoke again,” you try to push him aside, but he doesn’t budge.

He laughs. “It’s not about that. He thinks you and I kissed because I made it look like it.” Just as you’re about to confront him, he clarifies, “Listen, I just want his reaction on this, okay? Don’t you want him to feel how you felt when he kissed your friend?”

“I’m over that.”

“Are you though?” No, you aren’t. “Aren’t you paranoid? All nervous when he’s around other girls? Or even when he’s just not around you?” Your silence prompts him to continue, “You’ll truly forgive him if you take revenge. You know he won’t do it again if he feels the same way you felt.”

“But that’s cruel…” you try to reason.

“And what he did wasn’t?” 

Like the little devil on your shoulder, he enters your mind and reads it for his own agenda. What is his intention? Do what he couldn’t do with his ex? Is he… helping you? What he did was bad, so why aren’t you calling him out for it?

“What do I do?” you dodge his question. He knows the answer anyway.

He smiles with satisfaction. “Let’s talk it over a few cigarettes, hm?”

Back to square one– no, square zero. At square one, you could at least interact with Jungkook, do his homework and have him kiss you when he was satisfied; you don’t have anything to do with him now. Taehyung warned you of this, told you Jungkook would start seeing other people and avoid you unless he wanted to hurt you. How he knows him so well is beyond you, because that’s exactly what happens in the next four days.

You watch him from afar like before, see that scowl on his face that you haven’t seen in a long time after you met. Only two aspects have changed: the eye contact and Taehyung’s lack of presence around him. Jungkook’s eyes are always on you, filled with so much disdain and hatred, even when he’s kissing another girl. Smoking stops you from crying because of how dizzy you get, and Taehyung is always with you – waiting. Both of you are waiting for Jungkook to do something, and it’s a surprise Taehyung still hasn’t been beaten to a pulp for just talking to you.

Maybe it’s a sign that you and him weren’t meant to be. In the span of a short while when you were together, only problems have surfaced. So much misery and anger in a relationship isn’t normal; it’s toxic. But you wait anyway.

“Look at him glaring at you with a girl on his lap,” Taehyung chuckles before lighting up his cigarette. He’s leaning on the wall next to the campus entrance with you.

“Nothing new,” you croak and take a drag from yours, coughing again. It’s déjà vu, if anything. One has to learn from their mistakes to reach success, right? This situation is just one of them for the better of your relationship. Has to be. 

“Worldstar,” he sings with a laugh. “I kind of miss hanging out with him, though; and the rest of my friends.”

“Yeah.” You can’t exactly pay your utmost attention to his words when you’re having a staring contest with Jungkook, who is practically devouring the unidentified girl’s mouth. It doesn’t sting as much as long as he has his eyes on you because you know what it means now: he’s trying to make you jealous. You didn’t know that before, but you didn’t know Jungkook as well as you do now before either. 

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“You somehow always do.”

Your reply humors him. “You want to go up to him, tell him what I did. But you know I’ll stop you.” His eyes squint as his cheeks hollow to inhale the nicotine. It’s a Marlboro Red, not exactly fit for a starter like yourself. You hate that you can’t even stand without using the wall as a leverage, but the effect is a necessary distraction.

 “Why are you… so invested in this?”

He shrugs. “It may not seem like it, but it’s going to help strengthen your bond. It also gives you enough time to stop liking him and fall for me instead, but that’s just a plus.”

“What?” you slur. The cigarette is hanging on for dear life between your fingertips because of how weak you feel.

“We should kiss– for real this time,” he blurts. “He’ll talk to you sooner. God, I really want to kiss you.” He drops his stick before grabbing your face and softly crashing his lips against yours. You don’t close your eyes, you don’t really do much of anything while he does what he wants. It goes on for twenty seconds before he slowly pulls back. “He’ll talk to you tonight,” he exhales. “You’re welcome.” He pecks you again.

You finally close your eyes and your head hangs limply. “You’re the real problem,” you murmur, “you keep tearing us apart. The villain.”

“That kiss was on me,” he admits, “but I’m just making you face reality. Sometimes you have to be the bad guy, right? Only reason I can smoke with you is because Jungkook cares a fuckton about me. I’ll make it up to you as well, when your relationship isn’t a fucking lie.”

Couples go at their own pace, don’t they? Maybe this is how long it’s supposed to take for you to be one with your betrayed boyfriend. This is the real beginning; Taehyung is just the catalyst. 

You see it when Taehyung is gone and Jungkook isn’t kissing back anymore. He isn’t even glaring. He’s just blank.

Perhaps love isn’t all you need to be with Jungkook.

It’s late in the evening and the nicotine still hasn’t worn off. You haven’t moved an inch from your spot and neither has Jungkook from a distance, still on the same curb across. The girl left when she didn’t receive any responses from him for a minute straight. An emotionless “fuck off” was enough for her to angrily storm off.

You have no idea where Taehyung went and you’re sitting on the ground with your knees to your chest and hands on your sides. Jungkook is staring at you from the bench. You just need to wait because he’s going to approach you like his friend told you.

People aren’t in the yard so it’s mostly empty in the open space. The lights from the streets and inside the building you have your back against don’t allow you to see your boyfriend clearly enough. He doesn’t have an issue with making out your features though. That kicked puppy expression on your face is drawing him, but he hasn’t been cruel enough.

It’s been difficult treating you like shit, so he doesn’t bother. It’s pathetic anyway, more pathetic than having smeared lip gloss on his mouth that he hasn’t wiped off. He knows he shouldn’t be so immature – he’s twenty years old. He’s old enough to be able to communicate, but no one’s been making it easy for him.

He has to decide whether he wants to be with you or just end it all before he feels any worse. 

As the saying goes, no pain – no gain.

Jungkook slides down the wall and sits next to you after trudging in your way. It’s silent at first, and he doesn’t return your gaze when you look at him. You wait, and so does he. But he’s more impatient than you are; more hurt. 

“What did you see in him, for God’s sake?” His voice is tired; words merely a sigh. You stay patient. “I mean, right after I opened up to you? Why?”

“I was paranoid,” you croak quietly, as if you’re about to faint, “terrified of you being with someone else. Maybe if you felt what I felt…”

He lightly shakes his head. “No, you didn’t think of that on your own. You didn’t kiss him either.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t want to smoke, didn’t want any of this to happen. What are you doing, my love?”

You sigh. “I didn’t do anything. I don’t do anything.” The issue is that you let yourself be manipulated and molded into anything Jungkook likes, but he’s never told you what he likes. “All I know is loving you. That’s it,” you shrug tiredly, “that’s all I do. Everything I do, I do for you.”

“I’ll ask you for one thing– okay, two. Scrub your fucking lips and never talk to that piece of shit again. I’m not friends with good people,” he turns to you, “I don’t want you around them. I’m stuck in a constant cycle of toxicity and you’re the only good fucking thing in my life right now. I don’t want you to smoke or talk with my friends.”

“Then why do you?”

He stammers, “I-I’m used to it, I don’t fucking know. I know how to protect myself, but you’re too… untainted for them. Look at us, we don’t even fucking dress similarly. You and I have nothing in common.” He huffs to himself and looks up to the sky. “If you know what’s good for you–”

“You are good for me,” you interject.

“Don’t fucking lie to yourself,” he scoffs at you, “I’m anything but good for you. Do I give a fuck though? No. I’m selfish, and I don’t want to lose you. But if you–”

“I don’t.”

“Okay.”

Another moment of silence passes. He’s the one to break it again. “I don’t want to have an issue like this ever again. No more infidelity, or whatever the fuck, no more silence. Communication, right?”

“Right. And no more getting involved with your social life.”

“Thank you,” he bows his head and licks his lips with a sigh. “I can’t deal with this again. I don’t want to leave like my dad, whore around like my mom; I just want to have normal fucking relationship problems.” His anxiety translates to his body language: nibbling, knee bouncing, cracking knuckles. He doesn’t like to talk about his family, friends or even you. You’re calmer in comparison. “Tell me… we’ll start over.”

“I’m not resetting my love for you,” you playfully nudge him.

The corner of his mouth curls. “Not like that. Let’s go back to you doing my homework.”

“Really?”

“I missed a fucking assignment today, okay?” he laughs. “I want to forget about all of this sad shit, you ever meeting my friends, Sooyen or whatever, all of it. Just you and me, okay?”

“Set our own pace,” you add with a nod. “No one interfering with our… bullshit.”

“Don’t fucking swear,” he puts a hand over your mouth and pushes your face with a wide grin. You giggle with him. 

Now that Taehyung and Soyeon’s over, there’s nothing left to chance with the involvement of someone else. Trust blooms instead, and it’s not so bad when Jungkook shares a cigarette with you as you take tiny puffs per his instruction. You are safe with him; not dizzy, lightheaded, manipulated, nothing. 

You’re happy, and so is he. Maybe that was the intention, but it means nothing. Taehyung sought vengeance through your relationship, and that’s that. No one can hold Jungkook against you when he’s in the palm of your hands, ready to tell you more than anyone else can offer. 

Jungkook’s love and trust: check.

When he flicks off the ash of his cigarette, you snuggle into him and whisper, “I love you daddy.” His ring glimmers under the moonlight as he pets your hair.

“Love you more, babygirl.”

[xoxo-teddybear]

Bakugou’s daughter brings home a Boyfriend

Bakugou x wife!reader

Ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: fluff, lowkey Crack, sexual mentions, small angst, cursing, Bakugou being such a dad

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is one of my favorite types of Bakugou. Domestic father Bakugou!! So bc of that fact, this piece was born. Hope you enjoy!

Bakugou as a boyfriend? Bliss. Bakugou as a fiancé? Heaven. Bakugou as a husband? Euphoric

Bakugou as a dad?.......he sure is something

Don’t get me wrong, Bakugou would be the ultimate dad

Baby crying in the middle of the night? Sleep love, daddy’s got it. Baby needs a bottle? He can warm it up with his hands. Baby’s feeling bored? Look at these mini fireworks in his hands!! Katsuki’s got it all

But that’s a baby Bakugou

Bakugou with a teenager

oOf

Katsuki’s teen will be either one of two things

His best friend

Or his mortal enemy (whom he still loves endlessly)

His 16 year old daughter, Katsumi, was both

And yes they loved each other very much, but they also got into battles on who could cook dinner better, who Y/N loved more, hell, when y��all came back from a restaurant THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO MADE IT TO THE FRONT DOOR FIRST

But this battle? Y/N might just let them Kill each other...just this once

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“WHO THE FUCK IS THI-“

*SMACK* (thx Y/N)

“Daddy, this is Izuru! Izuru this is my lovely mother and that’s my shitty dad that I love so dearly!”

Katsumi definitely inherited her guts from the Bakugou’s

“Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs. Bakugou!”

Ah man, here we go

Silence. Pure, awkward, scary, silence. And of course Y/N’s nervous twitching HOPING that her dear husband doesn’t murder the green haired boy. As the young couple stand infront of the doorway smiling, the older couple is staring at them, one in nervousness, and the other in shock. (I’m talking Denki going 4 million volts shocked)

“Well.....Welcome Izuru! I knew you’d be coming over soon but I didn’t expect it tonight. It’s lovely to meet you,” Y/N ever so kindly said once she let out a sigh.

Her husband almost got whiplash from how fast he turned to look at her. “Knew?!? You knew about this kid?? And didn’t bother to tell me?!??”

“Well if I told you, you woulda stopped this meeting from happening ya jerk!” Y/N visciously explained.

“YA DAMN RIGHT CUZ-“ silenced with another smack from his wife. Y/N sure learned a lot from Mitsuki. “Please come in you two, I’ll start dinner.”

As the young couple sat in the living room speaking, the older one was in the kitchen preparing food. Well one of them was, the other was too busy burning a whole into the poor boy’s body with just his eyes.

*SMACK*

“Ow.” Continues to stare

“Suki stop that, you’re gonna scare the poor boy.” Y/N said.

“GOOD. I DONT WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM CONTAMINATING THE BAKUGOU LINE!” The blonde dramatically yelled.

“Contaminating? Love, we don’t even know if they’ve had sex. I doubt he’s “contaminating” anything any time soon.” You said with attitude.

Bakugou just stared at you know with the same look.

“Hmph!” And turned to look back at the kids.

“HEY!” Bakugou screamed.

“Heyyyyy~” Katsumi replied.

“No not “Heyyyy~,” Katsuki began and replied with a girly impersonation of his daughter as he walk towards the couple. “I mean, HEY, as in have you had sex with this kid?” He sternly asked.

“KATSUKI OH MY GOD,” Y/N screamed as she dropped something in shock.

“.......Yeah, so what?” His daughter replied.

Y/N wasn’t even mad. She already knew. She could tell. Mother’s instinct I guess.

Katsuki was fuming.

“NOPE! NO! THIS RELATIONSHIP WONT GO ON! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE HAVING SEX!” The older blonde screamed while looking at the now blushing green haired teen and his rebellious daughter. And Y/N was just giving him this...look.

‘What a fucking hypocrite’ you thought to yourself.

“How old were you when you fucked mom?”

(ITS QUIET AINT NO BACKTALK)

Pure and utter silence.

Katsuki started stepping back from the couple while facing them and nodding his head. “.....use condoms,” and walked back to his deceased wife.

As dinner is placed on the table and everyone takes their seats, Katsuki can’t help but stare at this boy. Why does he seem so familiar?

Everyone just ate and talked. Grades, school, when did y’all meet, how long has it been? The usual. But Katsuki remained silent while thinking. And then..it clicked!

Katsuki slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat looking at the boy across from him. “What’s your last name?!”

Izuru was nervous because he was well aware of who Katsumi’s father was and how her father’s relationship with his own father was kinda iffy.

“M-Midoriya sir.” He nervously stated.

Katsuki saw red.

“DEKU?!??????!!!!!” He screamed

“Oh come on Katsuki! Like that wasn’t obvious!” You said rolling your eyes.

“There is NO WAY IN HELL I’m gonna let the Bakugou line be contaminated with Deku’s genes! Our family line only brings in the best of the best!” Katsuki proudly and loudly stated.

“So what am I?” Y/N asked.

“The best of the best! You were and are the perfect one for me Y/N! You know this, I know this, everyone knows this. And look at what we created-“ he was interrupted by his wife.

“A mini you?”

“A MINI ME! And who wouldn’t want that?!”

“Dad.” Katsumi said.

Now that caught Katsuki off guard. For the past 16 years, Katsumi has always been a daddy’s girl. She never called him “dad,” ew. She said “Daddy,” or “Shitty dad.” As Katsuki turned to his daughter he could see the look in her eyes.

“.......you really wanna be with this kid?” He asked.

“I really do.” Katsumi said while grabbing onto Izuru’s hand.

“...Ok then. You can be with him.” Katsuki calmly said.

Katsumi excitingly got up and ran towards her dad’s seat giving him a hug.

“Thanks daddy,” she said while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner continued on as normal as it could. Katsuki was just gonna have to learn how to let go.

Later

As the married couple got ready to sleep, Katsuki was hanging outside their balcony.

“What was up with you Blasty? I haven’t seen that kinda Katsuki since UA.” You jokingly said as you went to stand beside him.

“You’re not scared?” Katsuki asked.

“Of?”

“Katsumi. She’s growing up. She has a boyfriend now. That girl is having sex! She’s not daddy’s little girl anymore.” He sadly said.

“That’s what this is about? Katsumi growing up? Suki, this was always gonna happen. She’s in her prime teenage years. She’s 16! A lots gonna start happening.” You began.

“I know that but-“

“But nothing Katsuki. You can be scared of her growing up, I am too, but we can’t be so scared that we try and stop her. You just have to know that Katsumi will always come back to us no matter how old she is. And she will always, always be a daddy’s girl. Her entire world revolves around you Katsuki, but we gotta let her go at some point. We have to let her grow. That’s how the best of the best are made after all, right? It’s what we look for in a Bakugou.” You finished.

Katsuki couldnt do anything but smile. You were right. He knew you were. And he was willing to let his little cub grow.

“......You’ve gotta stop interrupting me when I talk.” He laughed.

“And you’ve gotta stop saying the dumbest shit in the world.” You teased back.

He pulled you in for a quick peck and just held you there in his arms. He was so glad he had you to keep him grounded. You’re the best of the best after all. It only makes sense.

“Daddy?” Katsumi walked into her parents room, unnoticed.

As the two broke the hug to see their daughter, looking a little timid, Katsuki spoke.

“Katsumi, hey princess. What’s up with you.” Katsuki asked as he walked towards his daughter.

“You’re not...disappointed in me, right? You know, for who I chose to be with. I’m sorry if I chose Izuru but I-“ this time, it was Katsuki who interrupted.

“Hey hey, no of course not baby bear. I would never be disappointed in who your true feelings pulled you to. I don’t want you to apologize for anything when today I caused most of the trouble.” Katsuki said while wiping one of his daughter’s stray tears.

“You know I’m never gonna leave you guys. Right? I’m gonna grow up but I’ll always want to have a close relationship with you and mom. I love you guys, and I’m not going anywhere.” Katsumi said.

“We know Katsumi. And we love you too. And we’re far from disappointed in you. We are so proud of the young woman you’ve become today.” Y/N joined in.

Katsumi ran to her mother and gave her the tightest hug, and Katsuki couldn’t help but stare at his two girls. His world. His entire reason for living. All right there in his arms as he pulled them in for a bigger hug.

“Thanks you guys. Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I’ve got a date with Izuru tomorrow and I don’t wanna be late.” Katsumi began walking towards her parents door until Katsuki called her.

“Hey baby bear,”

“Yeah?”

“Izuru. He seems alright. He’ll be good for you.” Katsuki admitted.

“Yeah. He really is. He’s the best of the best after all. Reminds me of someone I know.” Katsumi said while leaving the room.

Yeah. Katsuki will be just fine.

A/N: Sheesh. This kinda sucked but I did this in my literature class sooo....it’s still credible work since I was writing, right? Yeah..?....No?...yeah ok. Anyways, HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT BEAR CUBS🧸💗

P.S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!! And I PROMISE I’ll get better and produce more work. Feel free to leave requests!

[fang-natic]

Sing, Nightingale (part 1) - keigo tamaki x top!reader

You needed to know what he knew, but he wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Not that that matters. You know exactly what kind of fight to give him.

cw: kidnapping, noncon, bondage, mild knifeplay, orgasm denial, bdsm elements, humiliation, blackmail, drugging, needles, overstimulation, wing kink (is that what we're calling it)

an: i said i'd do it so i did. i dont know why i did it. or why it's so fucking long (gdocs says it's 1.3k, what the fuck). but i read some oneshots and did some limited browsing of the wiki so here you go. if you see something that doesn't make sense with the canon, no you don't <3

now i need to write a part 2 for this where you actually get to fuck him stupid. part 2 will probably establish reader to be amab, but you can read this part one as gn!reader

"So, who are you working with?" Hawk asks, cheeks still pink from where you'd ripped the duct tape off. "The Liberation Front? Some evil-League-offshoot? Or are you rogue?"

God, he's talkative. His wings are depleted to ragged, feathery stumps and ropes are criss-crossed over his arms and torso. He's on his knees right now, legs spread with shins bound to his thighs, and a bruise forming nicely on his cheek. Despite that, he still has the gall to mouth off.

You respond with another sharp backhand, this time across the other cheek, sending him careening to the side. "That's none of your concern," You drawl. "You're simply here to tell me what you know, and I'm here to learn it. However long that takes is up to you."

He slowly draws himself back up, shaking his head. He spits some blood onto the floor - "Damn, bit my cheek," he mutters - and looks up at you again. Still no fear in those golden eyes. A lazy grin on his abused face. "You get right to the point, huh? Damn, I like you a lot better than the other villains already."

"Then I take it that you'll be cooperative?"

"Ha, fuck no."

You kick him this time. Not hard enough to break his neck, but you catch him upside the chin, and hear the sharp clack of his teeth snapping together. His head almost droops to the floor in pain before he catches himself. "Almost felt that one."

"You're insufferable." You debate kicking him again, but you need his jaw intact so he can actually give you the info you need.

"That's what they all tell me," He laughs around the blood in his mouth. "Don't flatter yourself by thinking you're the first one to catch me. Plenty of other villains have tried the same thing, and none of them have actually made me sing. You're not gonna be very different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You crouch down with a knife in hand, and start the process of cutting away his clothes. He shivers as you make quick work of his shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat peak against his skin, though that doesn't actually stop the cocky lilt of his voice.

"Ah, classic, classic. The ol 'strip-and-whip' method. Most people buy me dinner first, but you're hot so I can make the exception-" He stutters a bit as you grab the waistband of his pants, jerking it upwards so you can drag the blade down the seams. "Phew, you're thorough, huh? Though I can't blame you, my ass is to die for-"

"You're rambling," You chide him. He's now entirely naked, save for his underwear and the shreds of his clothes that are still pinned do this body by the ropes. "Are you nervous, Keigo?"

"Hey now," He protests. "We're not on a first name basis. And this isn't my first rodeo, so..." He trails off as you pull at the elastic of his underwear so harshly it rips. "Whoa, okay, buy me dinner first." He laughs, but it's pitched a little higher.

"I know the kind of villains you've dealt with, Keigo." You touch the knife under his chin and tilt him up to meet his eyes. Finally, some reaction - his pupils have gone small with poorly-concealed fear. "The ones that use electricity and knives to try and make you talk. But you're a spy, aren't you? You're trained to deal with pain. I could cut you up bloody and you still wouldn't sing."

Your other hand squeezes his thigh, traveling up to his hip, tracing along the curve of his hipbone. "But I'm not like those other villains," You say, voice low and murmured right into his ear, as you press your palm against his cock, feeling it twitch as he yelps. "You're going to wish I was."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

You have him blindfolded now, and still kneeling in the middle of the cold, concrete room. His cock is stiff and drooling against his abdomen, leashed by a ring at the base. Vibrators hum from where they're clipped to his nipples, and stuffed deep into his ass.

His spine jerks as you play idly with the remote, a whine breaking out behind his clenched teeth. You've been at this for a while now, and he'd been mouthy at first, telling you how this was 'a normal Saturday night for him', and 'I don't need a safeword, don't worry' and 'can I call you daddy or is that off the table.' He'd shut up at the half-hour mark when he realized he was wasting his breath, and that you weren't kidding when you said you had no time limit.

Even so, he was handling things impressively. His bottom lip was bitten raw from where he'd tried to keep quiet, and not once has he begged or pleaded. You were going to need to step things up.

You turn the vibrations down, and he relaxes for an instant, before tensing up the moment he hears your footsteps approach. "What, bored already?" He rasps, making a grin that was more like a snarl. "And here I thought I was putting on a good show."

"I'm about to make it a better one, no worries." You pull the ring off his cock in one quick motion, and it bobbles obscenely. When you lift up a corner of the blindfold, a golden, watery eye blinks back. In your other hand, you hold a syringe, courtesy of Dr. Garaki himself (or pilfered from his laboratory, more like), and he darts between looking at you and it, eying the little needle nervously. "Don't worry, little bird. This isn't a Quirk-eraser or anything like that. It's just going to make you feel things." You pause. "Feel everything, in fact."

"Get away from me," He hisses, facade cracking as you bring the needle down near his neck. You fist your hand in his hair and force his head back, exposing the smooth contour of his throat. "Don't you fucking dare-"

"Whoops," You hum, as you inject him. "Too late."

His entire body shudders, and his eyes goes wide, pupil shrinking to a thin slit, and his mouth drops open in a shaky gasp. Garaki really outdid himself with this one, because the moment you release the hero he's curling in on himself, skin already flushing brightly in the cool air.

"What did-" He groans, throat working in a dry swallow. "What did you fucking do?!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?" You watch as he writhes, trying to position himself in a way that won't make him feel the ropes that are cutting into his skin, or the grit on the floor beneath his knees. "Everything that touches you is now amplified. Like so-" And you demonstrate and dragging one finger along the base of his wing, and he shakes like a leaf, a helpless whimper falling out of his throat. "Isn't that overwhelming?"

He growls, and flaps pathetically. "Don't you fucking touch them."

Ah, that's right. You remember he'd mentioned something about that. In some talk show or another; how he could feel things through his feathers, but only the ones at the base, and how he'd sometimes spend his free time combing through them.

You reach out now and grab one of his wings, squeezing and twisting, feeling all those little feathers tickle at your palm. Keigo, on the other hand, screams as if you shot him, and-

He cums just like that. Splatters white across the gray cement and onto his own stomach. His thighs shaking with the force of it, getting rubbed pink and stinging against the floor, and the blindfold darkens around his eyes with tears. He's gasping for breath like he just finished a race.

You can't help but laugh - one rough touch, and he was undone. You reach down and squeeze his softening cock, and he spasms, shaking his head. "Wai wait wait no, too much it hurts I can't-"

"Sure you can," You twist your hand, and he chokes on air. "Or do you want to be a good boy and finally tell me what I want to know?"

His jaw clamps shut at that, and you sigh. "Guess not." You shrug, and you squeeze a little tighter to watch him cry out.