#I have so many spatulas it is my passion

[fuckableelementspoll]

Propaganda for silicon.

Dildos are silicone.

Fleshlights are silicone.

I am silicone.

Well it has silicon in the name so I believe it and that makes a compelling argument!

I question if you are a mannequin or perhaps a spatula as those are the silicone things in my apartment?

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — just some moments between the two of you after sex [ ft (from left to right) joker, dom kang, vinny hong, jay jo, aged up, fem reader, her/she pronouns, black coded reader, suggestive content, slight toxic relationship for joker's part, fluff, humor, just softness that makes your heart flutter, expect a lot of manhwa content from me soon, decided to write something soft because i been writing smut back to back, anyway enjoy besties, dom part lowkey longer than others cause that's my fav forreal forreal lmfaoo]

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — JOKER

THE WARM WATER HITTING YOUR TENSE MUSCLES CAUSED YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES IN COMPLETE BLISS. Your back pressed against Joker's toned chest as SZA played lowly on your Bluetooth speaker. It took a while for you to convince the brooding young man to join you, it was the least you could offer at practically tiring him out after a couple rounds of sex. You two had a quite huge argument that left both of you not speaking to each other for a couple days. However, when he showed up to your house body decorated with new bruises, you couldn't deny his soulless stare.

Always being his personal nurse while hauling some form of profanity at him about his lethal ways of underground fighting. You didn't expect that he would interrupt your ranting with a subtle kiss. A kiss that you couldn't help but melt into. One thing led to another, the two of you engaged in a quite steamy moment.

So here the two of you were in the bathroom tub enjoying each other silence. Something the two of you couldn't get when you crossed paths because your arguments always became a huge thing within the relationship. Maybe you weren't the best for each other, but for some reason, he just didn't want to let you go.

"I love you (Y/N)."

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — DOM KANG

THE MORNING AFTER A NIGHT OF PASSION WITH DOM, you were always was the first one up. It was a bit comical considering the work Dom put it in, but he was sleeping like a little baby. You didn't want to interrupt his sleep, so you only placed a kiss on his cheek and tug the blue duvet closer on his body before slowly exiting the room. Jordan is not too far away from following you wagging its tail in excitement now that someone else lingered in the apartment. You dump dog food in Jordan's bowl and placed a fresh bowl of water next to the food.

"Let's make breakfast for Dom, it's the least I can do after.." Your voice trails off as you caught a glimpse of your reflection. Your silk headscarf wasn't even on your head, your lips felt like they were swollen, and your brown skin lingered with many bite marks and love bites.

You didn't even recall Dom marking you up like that. The pad of your fingers touching the small bruises before Jordan's barking snapped you out of your thoughts. You could only let out a chuckle, muttering a comment under your breath before you were in the zone of cooking breakfast. Your back was turned away from the entrance of the kitchen and you could only let out a gasp when you felt Dom's arms around your waist.

"I thought you were sleeping." You said as you were flipping the pancake.

"Jordan's barking."

You could feel his lips lingering on the purple-colored love bites before he's taking the spatula out of your hand. "I got this."

You couldn't help but smile as you stepped out his way. "Please don't burn down the place because then I'll have to choose between saving you and Jordan. I'll be saving Jordan." You placed a quick peck on his lips before leaving the kitchen to climb back into bed.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — VINNY HONG

A LOT OF COUPLES ACT DIFFERENTLY AFTER HOURS OF SEX. Some give each other a high five for the wonderful teamwork during the moans-filled session. Some snuggle closer together and fall asleep instantly. You and Vinny seem to just talk about everything. Breathing and body finally being tugged off cloud nine as the two of you are coming down from. Bodies intertwined with each other and fingertips tracing alongside each other's skin. Silence always overcome the two of you before you're rambling on about any and everything.

The subtle inside joke the two of you have that Dom tries so hard to get. Vinny always asking if he was a little too rough on you due to the slight bruise on your waist where he once was gripping upon. You always question if you were being too loud with your moaning and screams of his name due to the neighbors' complaints a week ago.

It's just you and him basking in the moment as if you were going to lose each other the next day. You slowly lifted up your head to stare at him, taking in his facial features. Something you've done countless times and each time your lips curve into a smile.

"What?" Vinny asked. His bright red hair fell in his face but you could still get a peek of his two-toned eyes.

"I don't know, just lucky to have you Vin."

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — JAY JO

THE SCENT OF JAY'S COLOGNE LINGERED UP YOUR NOSTRILS AS YOU WERE SITTING OUTSIDE THE CONVENIENCE STORE. Your body was imprinted with his scent due to the intense sex you had maybe about forty-five minutes ago. It was two in the morning, your legs still felt like a fresh bowl of jello, and you were sitting at a table outside a store waiting for Jay. You suggested just ordering food at whatever crappy restaurant was open at this hour, but Jay (who seemed to not lose any energy even after the two of you having sex) suggested hitting up the twenty-four-hour store near your place.

When you saw him exit the store with a bag and a hot bowl of instant ramen, you couldn't help but let out a snicker as you sat up in your seat. The gloomy full moon shimmered down on the two of you as you shared the bowl of ramen. "You're so corny, Jay." You commented as you picked up some noodles with your chopsticks.

You lifted them to eat them, but your boyfriend leaned forward to eat the noodles. Your mouth gasping open as you got a glimpse of his smile before he's leaning over the table placing a kiss on the corner of your lips. Your cheeks radiated with so much heat while you attempted to pick up more noodles from the bowl.

"You love it though," Jay responded as he was opening a pack of candy.

It was true, you did.

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[astaroth1357]

Cuddle Time w/ the OM Cast

Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.

Lucifer 

The fact Lucifer doesn't immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.

Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he'll allow it in his office, but only if he's not busy.

He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he'll relax into it in seconds…

His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it's a way for him to "hand over" control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it's his arms holding them in place.

Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted... First, it's embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier...

Mammon 

Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.

Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he'll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a "pick-me-up." It's just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…

Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that's long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.

Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.

Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.

Leviathan 

Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.

Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you'd think it was scandalous or something...

Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It's not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.

Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that's what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other...

Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn't like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important "MC Meter" and he's going to be very grumpy indeed…

Satan 

Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.

Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He'll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he's reading.

Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other. 

Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he's engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.

Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he'll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what's good for you.

Asmodeus

Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?

Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he'll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else's conversation...

Fond of using beds but he's also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC! 😘

Favorite position is really any of them. He's hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he'll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.

Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…). 

Beelzebub 

Always happy to cuddle with MC!... as long as they don't mind his stomach growling from time to time.

Prefers to cuddle after he's downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it's really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!

He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he'll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.

If he's got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it's very therapeutic. 😊

Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he's just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they'll come back, right...?

Belphegor 

Look, all time is "Cuddle Time" and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would. 

Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world's best lullaby.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he's tired enough, all else be damned.

His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He'll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don't try choking him out of revenge...).

There's really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he'll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off...

Diavolo

Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!

Look, he's the king so he'll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That's a lie, Barbatos won't let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it's fine.)

He's very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don't occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they're just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow...

His favorite position is probably best described as the "Teddy Bear," where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He'll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he's holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.

Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there's still a snake in the dungeons and you don't want to be the person he sends to check…

Barbatos

A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.

Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It's very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work...

Ever the pleaser, he'll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it's when they're curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It's comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.

Unlike others, no matter what position they take he'll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?

NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…

Simeon

Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it's an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is...

Naturally, because it's such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn't even want Luke to see, it's just that personal...

Part of why he's so guarded is because it's one of the rare times he'll let his wings be free. They're very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it's worth it.

His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He'll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they're practically mesmerizing…

To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you'd think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they're considerate about it.

Solomon

Solomon's softest moments come when he's cuddling MC… but he's still a little mischievous no matter what.

They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they'll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or "so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us" it is!

But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…

If he had a favorite position, it's sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there's nothing in the universe but them…

Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They're all his and he soaks up every minute of it... Sorry fellas. 😏

[abbatoirablaze]

The Debauchery Of Captain America, Chapter 14

Word Count:  1.9k

“Mmm, bunny, you’re going to look so perfect swollen with my child…Mrs. Rogers…we’re creating a family before we leave here…”

My body ached at the thought of his promise.  Everything was entirely too sore. 

It had been only a few days since Steve proposed, but he was entirely too serious about his retirement plans.  And it felt like every extra minute that we’d had was devoted to him putting a baby in me as soon as possible. 

Not only would he not cum anywhere but inside of me, but he’d found a plug in the basement, in one of the rooms, which he insisted I wear between our little interactions to make sure that none of it dripped out of me; to ensure that I truly did become pregnant.

“St-Steve…what is that?”

“A plug,” he said quickly, pushing it across the counter while I made us breakfast, “I-I was thinking…you know…since we’re trying for a baby…it might make sense to wear it…so that…it doesn’t…you know…”

“Y-you want me to put that inside of me?”

He frowned, instantly looking away from me and at his own hands, “it’s a weird request…isn’t it?”

I nodded, warily scanning it as I flipped a pancake, “a little bit.  Yes…it is.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed heavily.  A hand ran behind his neck and the frown lines went across his brow, “I just…I was serious the other day when I said I wanted to have a future with you…that I wanted a big family.  You mean the world to me, (Y/N), and all I’ve been able to think about is us at a house, raising a family together…tons of little mini me and you’s running around.  I want that so bad, bunny!”

“I am too, Steve,” I giggled softly, putting the spatula down.  I went up to him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “that’s why I said yes…I want to marry you.  I want a future with you.”

“Am I rushing this?”

“A little,” I admitted stroking his cheek.  He gave me a soft smile, “but I get it…we’ve talked, and I know you’re just worried about losing me.  But you won’t lose me, Steve.  I won’t run off now that the famous Captain America proposed to me.”

“I’m not going to be cap…not soon anyways,” he sighed as he bit his bottom lip.  I frowned, already seeing the anxiety etched across his features, “when we go back, Sam’s going to have the shield.  I-I’m going to be done, bunny!”

“And that’s why this isn’t scaring me,” I reminded him softly as I stroked his cheek, “I know that you’re looking for your next thing to put all of your focus into.  I know that you are a passionate, driven man, Steve.  It’s one of the many things I love about you.  You’re going to be an amazing father to our future children.”

“I really want to be a dad, (Y/N)…”

“I’ll wear it, Steve…” I sighed, giving him another kiss, “but I think your swimmers won’t have any problems with finding out where they need to go…”

“I-I don’t even know if I can have kids,” he sighed sadly as he looked at the plug that he’d put on the counter, “I-I mean…you’re my first…and it’s not like I’ve talked to Buck about if super soldiers can…you know…he’s more likely to know, but I can’t ask that kind of thing.  It would be really…I don’t know…and I just-I want to take every measure possible to ensure that we can have children…because if I can have them with anyone, I want them with you!”

“I’ll do whatever I can, Steve,” I smiled, reassuring my fiancé, “this is our journey…and I love you…we’ll do whatever it takes.  We’ll have a few little baby Rogers’ toddling around soon enough.”

But I’d quickly regretted my words.  Every time he came in me, and he put the plug back in, it felt like I was becoming more and more sore.  Even sitting down on the dining room chairs was becoming painful, because the plug would push deeper into me when I sat.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t had sex before. 

But Steve really had become insatiable.  Sex felt like a full-time thing, and that was something I wasn’t used to.  The whole ‘I could go all day’ thing was not just for fighting.  He really could go all day…and all night.    

I sighed to myself as I dug into the salad I’d made myself.    

“You okay, bunny?”

I jumped, not realizing that Steve had made his way into the room.  Whimpering, I looked up, and Steve had a concerned look on his face. 

“Me?  Yeah…why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve frowned, “you’re lying.”

I bit my lip, “I-I’m just a little sore, Steve. I-”

I saw the hurt that crossed his eyes, “I-I hurt you?”

“No…no…Steve…I just-we went from no sex to a lot of sex, and I-“

He rushed me, his hands settling on my waist as he pulled me out of the chair and into his arms, “bunny…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I just…”

“Steve, I’m not hurt, baby.  It-It’s just, a lot to go from nothing to sex at almost all hours of the day.”

“You whimpered when you sat down.  A-and when you jumped…I hurt you…tell me what I can do, bunny.”

“Maybe…can we just…take a break on you know…the whole trying so adamantly on getting me pregnant?” I asked nervously, “maybe for just like a day or two…I’m just-well, it’s just…it’s really sore.”

“Of course,” he agreed.  He gave me a sweet kiss and then brushed the hair from my face, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?  I never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me, bunny.”

“You were just so excited,” I sighed, admitting it to him, “and I didn’t want you to think that I don’t enjoy us having sex…trust me…I really do.  It’s like…really natural with you…and it feels so good when we’re in the moment.  It’s just-“

“It’s too much.”

“Steve, we had sex nine times yesterday.”

He blushed and bit his lip, “yeah…I just-I guess I’ve been trying to get it all out of my system…you know?  I was born at the end of world war one, bunny.  There’s a lot of pent up energy there…a lot of…you know.”

“You sound really old when you say it like that,” I teased, making a joke out of it.  He smiled, and I felt the tension in the room start to fade away.  I reached up and stroked his cheek yet again, “I love having sex with you, Steve.  I don’t want you thinking that I don’t.  And I love that we’re engaged…and that we’re going to start a family.  But my pussy needs a break every once in a while.  She needs some air amidst all of the pounding and the massive amount of cum you’ve pumped into her.”

He nodded, his cheeks tinging an even darker pink, “noted…I’m sorry bunny.”

“It’s okay, Stevie.”

“You know, I just feel so good when I’m inside you,” he said bashfully, “it’s like…it’s like I belong inside of you…”

“Are you still horny, Steve?”

He blushed and looked away from me, “maybe…maybe a little…I just-I get it though.  We won’t have sex…you need a break.”

“Steve…I didn’t say we couldn’t have sex,” I giggled, playfully nudging my fiancé, “I said my pussy needed a break.  You know…there is something else we haven’t tried yet…”

He blushed even more, his cheeks tinging a deep pink; so pink it was almost red as he bit his lip harder, “you mean…I can…”

I felt his hands slip down my body until they settled on my ass.  I nodded as he cupped me, massaging my backside, “we can…but I’m taking the plug out if we do…”

He pulled me into a heart-stopping kiss, and I felt myself swooning.  The sound of ripping fabric, and my body moving slightly from the force was enough to break us apart.  Steve had literally torn off my clothes, and I was standing bare in front of him. 

He kicked himself out of his sweatpants and ripped his shirt off.  His cock was already hard and standing at attention.  I blushed, catching sight of his large appendage.

“Well, someone is eager.”

“I-I’ve wanted to try it for a while,” he admitted nervously.  I blushed, turning myself around as I pulled the plug from my core and set it on the counter.  I could feel his warm seed from just twenty minutes ago starting to drip out of my abused hole, and down my thighs as I bent over.  His hands gripped my cheeks and spread them.  He groaned loudly, “fuck…bunny…this hole belongs to me, angel.”

“All of me belongs to you, Steve,” I moaned, feeling him spit on my puckered ring of muscle.  I gasped when I felt two of his fingers eagerly slipped into me and start scissoring me open.  I braced myself along the counter, the stretch of his fingers enough to already have the invisible cord tightening in my stomach, my head lulling forward, “Oh Steve.”

“Say my name, bunny!” he moaned huskily.  My mouth parted when he pulled his fingers out and I felt his cock at my entrance.

“Steve…”

He smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of my ear, “I want to cum in you…”

“Do it, daddy,” I taunted, wiggling my ass and grinding against his erection.  He growled, his cock entering me, and I felt my body tense.  He moaned loudly against my ear, one arm looping around my waist, while the other snaked up to my neck, wrapping around my throat.  I gasped, feeling him pushing deep inside of me, “FUCK! STEVE!”

“OH FUCK!  BUNNY!” he growled loudly, his hips bucking hard inside of me.  He gripped my throat a little tighter, and my ass clenched around his cock, “Bunny.  Bunny!  I’m not going to last…no-not like this.”

“Cum in me, Steve,” I growled in response, feeling nearly feral as his hips repeatedly bucked into me, giving me almost no time to adjust to him, “fill me up with your cum, daddy!”

“Call me daddy again!” he nearly roared, his hips not able to find a rhythm as he bucked wildly.

“Fuck!  Daddy!”

His hips stuttered, “Bunny…I-I’m almost-almost there.”

“Daddy, cum in me!”

He roared, his hips stuttering a final time, before he bucked hard into me, forcing me against the counter.  My stomach felt warm as he pumped himself into me.  His heavy breathing filled my ears, as his warm chest pressed against my back, holding me in place.  I felt safe and warm, trapped between him and the counter.

“Bunny-I-I came…” he muttered, “I-I came so fast, I-“

“Thank you, daddy!”

He whimpered, bucking into me again, “God…that-that…I think I like that…I-I like it when you call me that, bunny.”

“Daddy,” I giggled, feeling like I was on my own high.  I wiggled my ass at him, and he shuddered, his hands leaving my waist and throat to hold firm on my hips, “do you like that, daddy?”

“Sensitive!” he reminded me firmly as his hips jerked yet again, “to-too sensitive bunny.”

I nodded as he pressed a firm kiss to my cheek.  He fought to make sure his breathing leveled out as he nuzzled against me, his cock still twitching inside me.

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Chapter 15

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[purple-babygirl]

Bestie bestie, thoughts- daddy! Bucky and little reader cooking together is making my heart melt fr💖 ugh! Like imagine her getting him like a chef hat 🥺 one of those white floppy ones 😭😭 or like they both get matching aprons. Ugh.

Pairing: Chubby!Pâtissier!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word count: 1,404

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, it's all fluff.

A/N: I don't know what you did but i was looking up matching aprons after i saw your ask and boom 💥 pastry chef Bucky thots 💥 attacked me and for that I thank you:"💜💜💜 So here we are. I'm sorry if I took too long and made you feel like I was ignoring your ask, I definitely wasn't💜💜💜 It was just really cute it got my mind going so thank you so very much🥺💜💜 Please enjoy xx.

Pie credit.

heavenly sweet

“Daddy.” She turned around, giving Bucky her back, and he could only smile bigger when he saw the way she was bouncing on her ankles in excitement.

Bucky bow-tied her apron for her, lightly patting her back, “there you go, lil chef,” before pawing at her sides until she giggled.

“Thank you, daddy.” She beamed, letting Bucky help her up on the kitchen counter.

It was a special day for her today. She and Daddy were wearing their matching aprons for the first time, and Bucky was showing her how to make one of her favourites, blueberry pie.

Bucky didn’t get the chance to tell her yet, but the matching aprons gesture had him even crazier in love with her. The way she closely watched his reaction as he'd opened his gift and the way she was over the moon when he’d showed his content with it would forever be engraved in his mind next to all of the other precious memories starring her beautiful eyes.

“Okay, so we have our flour over there,” Bucky pointed to the half-full bag, “eggs and butter too,” he checked, walking closer to her, “and my sugar right here.” Bucky planted his hands on the counter, trapping her between them as he dropped his head to kiss, kitten-lick, and nibble on her jaw.

“Dada!” She squeal-giggled, her hands on Bucky’s round belly as he stood over her.

“Look at you, bonbon! You look like a real chef already! You doing the baking today? Hmm?” Bucky joked, peppering kisses on her face, his hands holding her waist.

“No, jus’ helping daddy,” she giggled more, hiding her face in Bucky’s chest, making him chuckle.

“The best help daddy could get, bonbon.” He kissed the top of her head with a satisfied smile.

~

There was nothing she loved more than watching Daddy work. With his hair pulled back into a small bun, his apron around his full torso, different smudges covering it, and his forearms having the littlest smear of flour on them, Bucky looked like art to her. The way he went about everything he was doing to make her feel included and the way he stole kiss after kiss from her when she was focused. Not to forget how sweet his kisses always were. It was all so perfect. She cherished every moment she got to spend with him, each one better than the last as Daddy made her the best treats that ever existed.

“Now, what do we do, bonbon?” Bucky quizzed playfully, wiping a hand down his apron so he could put the hair that escaped the bun back behind his ear.

“We put in our blueberries!” She replied, her hands eagerly reaching for the bowl of macerated fruit.

“Oh my god,” Bucky looked at her, faking shock and shaking his head.

“Did I say something wrong, daddy?” her voice went small so fast, immediately searching her mind, trying to remember if something went in before the berries.

“I might wanna slow down with teaching you or else next thing I know you’ll be taking over daddy’s bakery, bonbon!” Bucky chuckled, teasingly pecking her cheek.

She laughed with him when he tapped her nose, internally sighing in relief.

He was such a charmer and she was head over heels for him, “’m so proud of you, bonbon.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

“Daddy, can I put them in?” she patted her eyelashes, her hands in place on Bucky’s tummy and he couldn’t help but peck her lips.

“You sure can, lil chef," he said and she grinned at the name he'd started to use, wanting to earn it.

“Here, lemme help you, baby.” Bucky smiled, taking the bowl and holding it for her while she used a spatula to scoop the contents out and into their pie pan.

She was so happy they were doing this together. She was always at her most peaceful state of mind when Bucky would take her to the kitchen with him. Watching him work so passionately was her little self’s own version of bliss. Bucky had the softest aura about him. He was the kindest, most beautiful and most loving Daddy she could’ve ever dreamed of having, and her little heart vowed to appreciate every second with him, every second of him.

“Wait, dada, leave some. Wanna taste.” She stopped Bucky’s hand from slopping the bowl further so the rest of the fruits would fall out.

Bucky, of course, listened to her at once, giving her the bowl to hold on her apron-covered lap as he grabbed her a spoon.

She loved having a taste of the leftovers. Sometimes Bucky would catch her licking cake dough off the bowl in the bakery kitchen and no matter how many times he’d tell her it wasn’t healthy, because the eggs in the batter were raw, she’d still be licking that dough the second he’d turn his back. Bucky loved her too much to be stern with her, so he’d just make sure he was always there, moving the bowl to the sink after being done with it and laughing at her cute pout when she’d see it fill with water as Daddy rinsed it.

Bucky shook the pan to evenly distribute the berries on the surface, adoringly grinning at her attempts to catch a berry that wouldn’t roll and slide off the spoon. She eventually managed to scoop some, moaning when she slid the spoon in her mouth. Bucky’s food always tasted so good she was in love.

“Good, baby?” Bucky licked his lips, wiping his palms on his apron again.

“So good, dada.” She nodded, indulging herself with another spoon of pie filling.

“Give daddy a taste, bonbon,” he asked lowly and she held her spoon up for him, trying not to spill.

Bucky smiled gently, taking the spoon and bowl from her and setting them aside.

She didn’t have time to be confused before he was kissing her, his tongue sliding in to taste hers. Her eyes closed as a surprised moan got out only to be swallowed by Bucky.

She tasted like her with a hint of blueberries, so sweet; so delicious. Bucky’s hands cradled her face as he deepened the kiss, not able to get enough of her flavor, her soft lips or the tiny sounds leaving them. Her smaller hands settled on his chubby tummy, before sliding to his sides to hold him close, slightly clutching his apron.

Their mouths parted, the need for oxygen kind of forcing Bucky away though he still gave her lips a couple of short kisses as he tried to take his breath, his forehead resting on hers.

“So good indeed,” Bucky chuckled breathlessly and her face felt hot, her nose shyly nuzzling Daddy’s cheek to hide.

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky’s voice was so velvety and soft as his fingers brought her face back to his, “I love you, bonbon,” Bucky said, his blue eyes enchanting hers and she could only see, hear, smell and feel him.

Bucky was gorgeous. His tall frame towering over hers, making her feel safe. His pink lips wearing a tender smile that was only designed for her. His cologne surrounding her and filling her chest with warmth. His belly soft and full under her palms. His hair a little out of place as a few strands had slipped out of the bun and refused to stay behind his ear. He was flawless and he was her Daddy.

“I love you, daddy,” she returned with a timid smile.

Her hand went up to slide Bucky’s soft hair back behind his ear, stealing his heart all over again when she cupped his cheek and pressed a tiny kiss to his lips.

With her hand still holding the side of his face and her face tilted upwards, she then started telling Daddy what they had to do next, talking about covering the filling using the remaining pie dough and such, wanting Bucky to be proud of her. And he was, though he wasn’t hearing a word she was saying, he was the proudest.

As he watched her lips move and her hands gesture, Bucky could only think he’d gone to heaven because that must’ve been the only correct name for what he was experiencing in her angelic presence.

Of all the sweet things he's ever tasted, she was his one, true addiction and Bucky was gladly hooked.

~~

Tags: @harrysthiccthighss, @tinystudentfirepurse, @lavendercitizen

[henrys-little-princess]

Dire Attention

hi darlings! my friend gave me this great idea today and i just had to write it for all of you!! the next one of my bingo prompts will be up either tomorrow or the next day, thank y'all so much for all the love on that!! -xo poppet :)

firefighter!henry x reader, rated e! this is 18+ explicit content!!

cw: hand jobs, oral sex, come eating

word count: 860

taglist: @thereisa8ella @myloveforhenrycavill @lharrietg @little-brattyangel

"Y/N!" You heard your boyfriend call out in his husky voice. "What's burning?"

"Nothing!" you called back, frantically fanning over the burned pan in front of you on top of your stove. You had been trying to cook dinner, but had forgotten about the onions in the pan when Kal had distracted you. You had hoped that the smell would not attract your handsome, firefighter boyfriend, but he seemed to have a sixth sense for when something was burning.

"That doesn't smell like nothing," Henry boomed as he entered the kitchen. "It smells like a three alarm fire."

You turned around at the stove, a burned spatula still in your hand as you took in your boyfriend standing across the room in a white t-shirt and jeans with his hair flying every which way. He had a smirk painted across his perfectly plump lips as he looked over at Kal who was curled up in front of the fridge.

"What do you say buddy?" Henry said to Kal. "I'll check for survivors if you connect the hose."

Kal sneezed as Henry came barreling into the kitchen, switching off the burner and throwing you over his shoulder in a well practiced fireman's carry.

"Henry!" you giggled as he darted through the apartment to your shared bedroom.

"Hush," he said, throwing you down on the bed. "You could have smoke inhalation, and I'll need to check you over for burns." There was a glimmer in one of his pristine blue orbs and he winked at you.

You giggled Henry ran his hands under the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission. You nodded enthusiastically as he he pulled off your shirt, running his large, exploring hands over your exposed skin as he unclasped your bra expertly with one hand, tossing it aside.

"Everything up here looks okay," he said as he caressed your breasts, lazily massaging your nipples as you bit back a gasp at his forwardness. His hands strayed downwards as he fingered at the waistband of your pants. "But we should probably check everywhere just to be sure."

"Only if I can check you over too," you said, desperately fighting against your own arousal as you tugged impatiently at the hem of his shirt. "I need to make sure my savior isn't in need of any dire attention."

"I always am in dire need of your attention," he groveled against your lips as he pressed his against yours. The kiss was hard and hot and tasted of sugar, soft rain and passion that lit a fire in your stomach as Henry tore off his shirt and moved to do the same to your pants after he unzipped his own, releasing his own erection.

You bucked underneath him as he dipped his long digits under the band of your underwear, stroking at your already moist folds with his experienced fingers as you grew wetter with each pass.

"Henry..." you moaned, your body wriggling at the devilish grin on his face. He shifted his fingers, hitting your sweet spot as you whined loudly.

"Fuck, Henry," you gasped desperately.

"Well, if you insist," he said teasingly, spreading your legs as his long tongue came to explore, sucking hickies onto the tops of your thighs and licking tentatively at first but slowly more aggressively and passionately as it flicked across your slit.

"Come for me, Y/N" he rasped against you, some of his words lost against your wet skin.

"I'm close, I'm close," you whimpered, rolling your hips against him as he licked again, his tongue running over your clit and sucking at the wetness there.

You gasped, utterly floored by the sensation as you reached your peak, coming hard. You felt Henry lap it up like a puppy as you groaned, falling back against the pillows, utterly spent.

"Henry..." you sighed. "Oh god, Henry."

"That good, huh?" He laughed softly as he climbed on top of you, his own come mixing with yours against your bare stomach. You hadn't even realized he had come, wrapped up in your own orgasm as you were. You swiped two fingers across his still half-hard dick and licked off the come, winking at him. You savored the way his face contorted with pleasure as he gripped the rumpled blankets on either side of you.

"You taste good," you whispered, brushing your lips against one of the many fire burns he had on his skin, this one on his shoulder, from his job.

He shivered at the contact, just like you knew he would. He loved the attention you gave them, but tonight you were too exhausted to provide much more. He had certainly taken care of you well.

"You do too," he smirked, pressing a kiss to your messy hair and then your lips, his lips sticky with come.

You pulled him against you, running your fingers through his sweat soaked hair. "You know, maybe I should burn down the kitchen more often."

He scoffed against you.

"You say that now, darling," you cooed. "But just you wait until round two." You squeezed his delicious ass for good measure.

The hungry moan he let out against your shoulder was enough of an answer.

[hey-there-love]

Apologize

Summary: Friday nights don’t have to be lame when Katsuki Bakugo is involved.

Content Warnings: Aged up, NSFW, 18+, Fem oral receiving, penetration, slight anal play, slight dacryphilia, slight spit play, choking, AU, Adult Language, Enter at your own risk.

WC: 3.1K

It was a boring Friday night alone. You were lost in one of your many textbooks studying for a big test on Monday when your phone notified that you had a snapchat. Assuming it was from your roommate Mina, who should have been busy with work, you grabbed your phone.

It was from Katsuki Bakugo. You rolled your eyes and threw your phone onto the pillow. Bakugo was your on and off again friend with benefits. On and off meaning you saw him when it was convenient to Bakugo and Bakugo only. Sadly, you came back each time because you genuinely liked the guy...

Plus it was the best sex of your life.

It was an unfortunate situation to say the least. In the moment when you were with him you were satisfied, but as you got back home you craved more. You were both alike in many ways. Rough around the edges, but soft once you opened up. Goal oriented, focused on your schooling and your futures. A fucked up sense of humor that matched toe to toe. You both came to a mutual agreement that you were meant to be friends early on, but lately you longed for more.

The thing about your situationship with Bakugo was on the rocks since he canceled on you a few nights ago to go out with his friends. Granted you didn’t owe each other anything, but canceling last minute really pissed you off.

After a few minutes of pondering about the Snapchat, you went against your better judgement and opened it.

Bakugo: What are you doing?

You sucked your teeth and debated on messaging him back. Tentatively you set your phone down, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine and leaving him on read. You stuck your nose back in your textbook. About 10 minutes of note taking had passed and your phone had went off again. You glared and looked at the message.

Bakugo: Don’t ignore me shitty woman.

Your body fluttered. The part of your body that did was undetermined though. You scraped your brain of something wity to say back.

Y/N: What do you need? You’re interrupting my hot date.

He responded instantly, almost as if he was awaiting your response.

Bakugo: An actual date or your hand because you know I’m better than both.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of your throat. He wasn’t exactly wrong. Bakugo was far more experienced in the handiwork than you were, but that’s exactly what a vibrator was for. You snapped a picture of the textbook in your lap and captioned it.

Y/N: His name is Pearson’s Guide to Anatomy and we’re madly in love.

At this point you gave up on studying because you were clearly distracted and laid down. Your message sat on delivered for a few minutes before he finally opened it. This time it was a picture. You looked at instantly. He snapped a picture of his roommate Kirishima grinning in front of the stove with a spatula in his hand.

Bakugo: Come eat and before you say no it wasn’t a question.

You fought the battle inside your brain. You were still pretty upset with him, but you hadn’t ate since breakfast so you were hungry. Plus...sex of course. You opted to send him a short message.

Y/N : Gimme 30 minutes asshole.

Bakugo replied with the thumbs up emoji and sent you into action. You had just taken a shower and thankfully something told you to shave your legs. You brushed your teeth quickly and brushed your hair back into a tight pony tail. Everything you needed was already in your purse. A toothbrush, a pair of underwear, deodorant, a few condoms, a charger, and body spray. ( AN: I always recommend keeping a mini spendanight bag in your purse just in case :) )

You spent a few minutes deciding what to wear before putting on a black lace bra and matching underwear. You opted for a pair of black sweats and long sleeve shirt. It was a little chilly out so you threw on a hoodie. Deciding you were finally ready you sent a message to Mina, alerting her of your absence.

Mina: Wear protection! ;) I get off at 2 if you need a ride home.

You laughed at your best friend’s response and began the short walk to Bakugo’s. There was a little bit of day light left so it was easy to navigate through his neighborhood.

Pretty soon you were standing in front of his building. You pressed the buzzer. Kirishima’s sing song voice sounded through the speaker. “Whooooo is it?” Clearly he knew it was you.

“Kiri let me in! I’m freaking freezing.” You whinned.

“That’s not the passworddddd.” He chided, laughing.

“Let her in dumbass.” You heard Bakugo growling in the background.

“Hey!” Kirishima cried and the door buzzed. You rode the elevator up to the third floor. You rasped on the front door. It was opened abruptly by Kirishima who rubbed the back of his head cautiously.

“Let me guess, he smacked you didn’t he?” You pondered and gave him a side hug.

“Yeah and it wasn’t very manly of him either.” He sighed and hugged you back.

“Keep it up and I’ll do it again, Shitty Hair.” Bakugo called from the kitchen. You shook your head and ruffled his hair.

Kirishima grinned and whispered in your ear, “I’m glad your here, he’s been in a mood all day.” You blushed majorly and looked down as he trailed off into the kitchen. It wasn’t a secret to your friend group what you and Bakugo were. Kirishima and Mina had walked in on you two multiple times, but it still wasn’t embarrassing.

You removed your shoes and padded into the kitchen. The aroma of deliciousness hit your nose instantly. Your stomach grumbled. “See I knew you were hungry.” Bakugo said finishing up the stir fry.

Your wrapped your arms around his waist tightly and laid your head on his back. “Shut up and feed me.” You mumbled.

“You want dinner or desert first?” He replied and rubbed your arm as he mixed up the food in the pan.

“Who said you were getting desert?”

“Please guys! Not infront of the stir fry! It’s innocent!” Kirishima groaned and shoved you two out of the way deciding it was done.

You both shot him a glare as he happily loaded his plate up with food. Bakugo fixed your plate and handed it to you. The three of you sat down on the couch in front of the tv. Kirishima put on a series he just started. You began to chatter about the show in between bites. Pretty soon you were done eating and he gave you a synopsis. Bakugo took your plates to the kitchen.

“Hold on wait, so wait. If he’s an international criminal why did he just turn himself in like that to help the agent?” You questioned, clearly enthralled by the show.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out! There’s literally 7 seasons of this! I need answers.” Kirishima agreed.

“Bro what if that’s his like secretly his daughter? Like it makes sense why he’s so connected to her and protects her.” You said excitedly, slapping his leg.

“Dude. That actually makes hella sense.” He replied. Bakugo quietly sat down next to you and began to stroke your lower back, signaling it was time to retreat to his bedroom. You looked up at him with pleading eyes to finish the episode. He rolled his eyes and moved his hand to the back of the couch.

Pretty soon the credits rolled at the end of the episode. “I’m going to bed.” Bakugo announced and stood up.

“Ugh, lame.” Kirishima huffed. Bakugo walked into his bedroom without a word, leaving you two on the couch. You both looked at each other and shrugged.

“I’m definitely going to start watching whenever I get home. Text me about it tomorrow yeah?” You asked making your way to the room.

“For sure!” He called after you as you shut the door. You set your bag down next to the bed and sat down to check your phone. You heard the sink running and then the bathroom door opened revealing a shirtless Bakugo. Grey sweatpants hung off of his hips.

You licked your lips slightly as he turned off the lights and slinked to the bed. A candle faintly flicked in the corner, giving a slight orange glow to the room. “Damn that was like pulling teeth, Y/N” he said and laid down next to you.

“What? You weren’t interested in the show? It was good.” You replied, feeling your pulse quicken as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“I’ve been interested in something else for the past hour.” Bakugo sighed and wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you towards him.

“And what would that be exactly?” You questioned and leaned back into the pillows. He quickly moved ontop of you and hovered over your lips.

“Getting inbetween your thighs.” He whispered. You sucked in a breath before his lips landed on yours. It was slow at first. Sweet closed mouth kisses turned into a passionate tongues mingling together. One of your hands began to run its way through his hair while the other traced the expanse of his bare back.

He groaned into your mouth and you pulled his hair lightly. His hand caressed up your neck until it grabbed your jaw holding you in place. Bakugo began to slowly grind against your sweet spot. Causing you to grow wetter than you already were. His freehand began to explore your body, running along your stomach and up to your bra.

Moans escaped as he began to stroke your nipple through the fabric. He lifted you up from the bed and removed your hoodie and shirt in a swift motion, throwing it somewhere off the bed. You weren’t too concerned at the moment of the location. The hand that gripped your jaw made its way down to your neck as he delicately squeezed the side of your throat.

He kissed down your neck until he made it to the area were your breast pooled ontop of your bra. He began to suck on the revealed flesh before pulling it down to free them. “You’ve got such nice tits, babygirl.” Bakugo growled and took a nipple into his mouth.

You mewled at the praise. He began to nip and suck at it, making sure to tweak and pinch the other in the same fashion. You bucked your hips to meet his, adding more friction to the equation. A few moments passed before he began trail down to the hem of your sweatpants.

Bakugo worked diligently sliding them down your legs before laying in between your thighs. You locked eyes as he started to speak, completely in a trance. “Allow me to formally apologize for canceling on you before.” You nodded slowly. He smiled devilishly and kissed your inner thighs.

The teasing was unreal. It made you so hot that you knew your panties were soaked. He planted a light kiss to your clothed clit. Using his index finger he stroked your pussy vertically with the tip. “You smell so good, Y/N. I can’t wait to taste you.” Bakugo growled. He pulled your panties to the side and slipped the finger in. You instantly clenched around him as he began to pump the tip teasingly.

You were a mess. The strokes were torchous, your mind swirled. “Look at you, grabbing my fucking finger and it’s barely even there.” You loved how vocal he was. He slowly pulled his digit out before entering it again, this time deeper inside you. Your juices cascaded down his hand.

“Shit.” Bakugo cursed and tore your underwear off. You were much too distracted to even worry about your thong being shredded. He added a second finger into the mix. He curled them up inside you, finding the spongy spot that sent you crazy.

Removing his fingers he held them up to the light, entranced by the stringy substance that coated them. “Open your mouth.” He demanded. You did as you were told, no questions asked. Bakugo inserted the two into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around and inbetween then, collecting your slick. He groaned as you sucked and bit down.

His mouth attacked your clit promptly. It was a relief you craved. There was no kitten licks about it. His tongue did figure 8’s around your cunt. You were a moaning mess, saying his name without a care in the world that Kirishima could hear you. Then he did something foreign that you never experienced before. His tongue trailed down your pussy until it found your tight, puckered hole.

You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but in the moment it didn’t matter. Bakugo had your trust completely and he knew it. He didn’t go too far though, just kissing and licking it slightly before focusing his attention back on your throbbing pussy. He plunged the two fingers into your hole again, but this time he fucked it.

The lewd sounds that came from your cunt were enough to make you blush. His free hand flew up to your pelvis and began to gently press down causing pressure. “You hear how loud your cunt is babygirl? You sound like your enjoying it.” Bakugo called. He bit down harshly on your thigh.

“Please Bakugo, please fuck me.” You begged, wrapping your leg around his shoulder.

“That’s not what you should call me Y/N. What’s my name?” He slowed down his pumps, but kept the pressure, making the pleasure the same level of intensity as before.

“Katsuki please!” You cried out. He grinned as you.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I’m not done apologizing yet.” You threw your head back against the pillows as his mouth attacked you once more. His pace began to speed up again. You felt his fingers scissoring inside of you. Your release barreled towards you.

“I’m about to cum.” You whimpered, pushing his head closer to your cunt. His fingers pumped faster than before, hitting your g-spot every time. Your orgasm washed over you promptly as you moaned his name. Your once rigid body melted against the bed. You felt Bakugo climb up your body.

He grabbed your face and made you open your mouth. He spit the saliva and cum mixed fluid into your mouth before running his hand over your breasts again. You were putty and under his mercy.

“Still want me to fuck your brains out?” Bakugo questioned as he stroked himself through his sweats.

“Please.” You breathed out. He chuckled and stood up, removing his pants. His dick sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Precum pooled around the tip. He pulled a condom out of the drawer on the bed side table.

He noticed you staring at him, “See something you like?” Bakugo questioned as he rolled the condom onto his cock. You nodded sheepishly and spread your legs. He shook his head and then nestled inbetween your legs again as he kissed your lips sweetly. He began to rub the tip against your sensitivity, making you jump at the sensation.

“I’ll go slow this time, I promise.” Bakugo kissed your forehead and gently pressed into you, giving you inch by inch. You both hissed until he sank himself fully in your heat. “Shit, you’re always so tight for me baby.” He moaned rested his head on yours.

He began to thrust slowly allowing you to adjust to the pain. Bakugo was not small in the slightest, so you were grateful at the pace he set. He buried his head into your shoulder as profanities escaped his lips. “Fuck, Katsuki. You fill me up so good.” You moaned, scratching his back lightly.

This encouraged him to increase his speed, grinding his hips into yours until he filled you to the hilt. “You are mine. You’ll always fucking be mine Y/N.” He growled, nipping at your collarbone. The declaration made your heart soar, but it also gave you a sinking feeling in the back of your mind.

Bakugo threw your legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep into you. You felt tears prick in your eyes at the sensation as another orgasm began to build. He grasped your face, “Look me in the eyes when you cum because I know you’re close.” You nodded quickly. Tears flowed freely as your mouth hung open. The next orgasm hit you like a brick wall. You were pretty sure you screamed his name that time, but you couldn’t be too sure.

Once your body calmed down Bakugo pulled out, flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass into the air. He slammed back into you. You attempted to jerk forward, but he gripped your hips tight. A loud smack landing against your ass for trying to run away.

You felt his warm saliva drip down to your puckered hole before he used his thumb to swirl it around. Unintentionally, you jerked again. He paused his actions. “You trust me right?” Bakugo panted and rubbed your cheek delicately.

“Yes, of course.” You whinned at the loss of rhythm. Another slap landed on you cheek.

“Okay, run away again,” he stated, “I’m fucking your ass.” That caused you to remain absolutely still. Granted after the experience before you didn’t mind the thought of it, but you we’re too spent for that tonight and you knew Katsuki Bakugo would make good on his promise. He began fucking you again, this time not as rough. He repeated his actions from earlier and teased your ass again before gently pressing his thumb in your tight rear.

You were grateful that you could shove your head into the pillow because the noises that came from you would have woken up the whole building. You mentally reminded yourself to apologize to Kirishima tomorrow. “Shit, I’m really fucking close babygirl.”

“Please Katsuki, please come inside of me.” You moaned, egging him on. That was all it took. His once steady, prominent strokes turned into sloppy thrusts as he filled the condom. Once he steadied, he removed himself as you collapsed. Bakugo rolled the condom off and threw it into the trash before falling in next to you.

You were both panting messes. Once you caught your breath you glanced over at him. “Apology accepted.”

“Shut up, shitty woman.” Bakugo laughed and kissed you cheek.

[eeveleon]

culinary catastrophes

this ran long on accident lol finally almost done!! day 6: pudding - sweet/salty pudding

Read here on AO3

Shikamaru slipped inside the door to his second floor apartment just in time. He could already hear the rain start to pound at the walls. 

“I’m home.” He called, as he dropped to the step and began to pull off his sandals.

He heard movement further in the apartment, but no response, so he continued. “Sorry I didn’t pick up any food, my meetings ran late and then it started to rain...” He shrugged off his damp vest, laying it out to dry. “Let me shower really quick and then we can figure out something for dinner. What do you think?”

After being met once again with more silence, Shikamaru leaned back to look past the wall. “Temari? Are you here?”

“No! I’m busy!”

Shikamaru frowned at the odd answer. He heaved a sigh and got to his feet, heading to see what was wrong with his fiancée.

He stopped still in the entryway to the kitchen, his mind racing to understand the sight before him.

Temari, covered in a white powder, juggled two spatulas and a small pan in her hands as she raced back and forth from counter to stove to counter. A couple pots sat in a sink overflowing with bubbles, there were small thin shreds of what was either cabbage or grass littering the floor, and though the stove was off, something smelled like it was burning. 

“...What are you doing?”

While that could have been considered a stupid question by a man regularly hailed as a genius, Shikamaru felt it appropriate (and essential for his safety) to approach carefully. The knife drawer was only inches from her. 

His fiancée finally turned to look at him, her face flushed as she avoided his gaze shyly, and rather cutely, he noticed. She was wearing an apron so stained that he wasn’t even sure what color it was supposed to be - really, he didn’t know they owned an apron.

When it became obvious that she was not going to confess to anything, he decided to go first. “Are you... cooking dinner?”

Shikamaru was very much in love with Temari, and that meant loving and accepting all her strengths (of which there were many) and her flaws (which, much to her disdain, did exist). Cooking was one of those such skills that Temari did not have. 

He took a slow step closer, like he would with his deer, attempting to see what exactly was cooking - burning? - on the stove. Unfortunately, that was too much for Temari, and she threw her hands up, yelling as she herded him back out of the kitchen. “Go! Don’t come in here!”

“Oi, c’mon, let me just see-”

“No, no! There’s no need. Let’s go out to eat. You know that new place that just opened next to the command office? I heard they have good tempura. Let’s eat there!”

Shikamaru shook his head at her blatant effort to get him out. He grabbed her wrists and interrupted her long-winded speech about tempura. “You went to all the effort of cooking, can’t I at least try it?” He asked. 

“Oh- this is all your fault!” Her entire face was red now. “I knew I should have stuck to a simple stew - that I know how to make. But no, I had to go and follow a stupid Konoha recipe!” She swung her arms around passionately, even stomping her foot for emphasis. 

It took all his willpower not to laugh.

“I followed everything Choji and your mother said,” Temari started to rant. “Went to the market before work so I could find what I needed, even convinced the Hokage to keep you late so I would have extra time to cook-”

“Wow.”

“-I don’t even know where it went wrong. It was going okay then suddenly, everything was burning!” She groaned loudly and pressed her face into her hands. “I can’t believe- supposed to be so easy...”

Shikamaru grew alarmed as her emotions took a turn for the negative. “Hey, hey, Tema.” He moved her hands away, cupping her cheeks. “Don’t be like that. Look, I’m sure you’re overstating how bad it is. It smells perfectly fine, so if you’d just let me see it, we can finally eat dinner.” He shook some of the white stuff out of her hair. “What is this, flour? Did you bake something too?”

“Cornstarch.” She mumbled. “And that’s not important.”

Temari pulled away, straightening her shoulders. “Fine,” she said, her voice firmer and back to it’s usual pitch. “All you can do is see. Just come here and get this over with, then we can go out and eat some real food.”

She led him over to the stove, where a couple pots and pans remained. “It’s fish with soy sauce, boiled rice, and spinach salad.” Temari pointed as she explained. “Since it’s practically impossible to screw up a salad, you can eat that, I guess. And the rice isn’t perfect, but the entire first attempt ended up in the sink, so whatever.”

He shrugged. “Looks okay. Though, why didn’t you use the rice cooker?”

Her eyes darted away. “I couldn’t figure it out.” She muttered. “Stupid thing.”

Shikamaru snorted, but thought it wise not to say anything else. Honestly, the food really seemed alright to him. He’d had much worse meals while on Team Ten. Choji was an amazing chef now - not so much at age twelve. 

“Well? Had enough time yet?” Temari asked with some irritation, her limited patience coming to an end. “Let’s go already, the restaurant will close soon.”

“Nah, it’s too troublesome to go out in the rain. I’d rather eat at home.” He said, glancing over to get her reaction.

“What!” She gaped. “Did you even listen to a word I just said, you idiot. What are you smiling for?! I told you we’re not eating this- this-!”

“My fiancée made dinner for me.” Shikamaru interrupted, still very much smiling. “Of course I’m going to eat it.”

That put a stop to her argument, while also making her blush again as a nice bonus. Temari turned around and started to take out plates and bowls from the cupboard, muttering under her breath. “Fine. Don’t come crying to me when you have a stomachache, crybaby.”

They sat down at the dining table, Temari still staring at the food warily.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Temari.” Shikamaru rolled his eyes, then started to eat. 

The fish was overly crispy on one side, but the top half seemed to be cooked evenly, if not a little over-salted. The rice had stuck to the bottom of the pot, and was more sticky than normal, but again, not inedible. The spinach salad was great. Shikamaru had always liked a side of greens, and he mentioned so to Temari.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “We are not living off of salad for the rest of our life, Shikamaru.”

The rest of their dinner was uneventful. While Temari did throw in a few complaints here and there, Shikamaru was too elated to pretend it was troublesome. The idea of his fiancée doing something she didn't particularly like for him made his heart jump around. They had only been officially living together in the apartment for a couple months, but tonight made him look forward to the many nights to come. 

He got up to help clean the dishes, but Temari ushered him back to his seat before taking something out of the refrigerator. She placed a small tray in front of him. “I also made dessert.” Temari admitted unenthusiastically. 

She pulled off the cloth to reveal two cups of pudding. Shikamaru was moved by her thoughtfulness - he hardly ever ate rich desserts, unlike Temari, who had a well-known sweet tooth, but she still made a dessert that would suit his tastes more. Yes, it was a little chunkier than it was supposed to be, but that was besides the point. Temari looked a little nervous as he started to eat it. “Tell me how it is, I’m too full to try it.”

Shikamaru swallowed, mulling over the taste. “It’s... salty.” Seeing her stricken face, he was quick to add. “Not too salty! I don’t like sweets anyway-”

Completely ignoring him, Temari grabbed the spoon out of his hands and took a taste for herself. Her mouth immediately turned down into a sour scowl. “This is a bad amount of salt. Shikamaru! You were supposed to be honest!”

“What does it matter, Temari, neither of us eat pudding, I don’t like desserts, and you only ever want dango.”

“And what if we have guests, like your mother? What am I supposed to serve her, salad?! She’s going to think I’m insane - because I am! What am I thinking? We should just hire a cook. Do you think Choji would do it? I can pay him-!”

Shikamaru tuned out her third tirade of the night, slowly digging into his cup of pudding. He smiled to himself. He would eat anything Temari made for him, no matter what or how it was, with no complaints.

He crunched on an eggshell. Well, minimum complaints. 

[namparktae]

Kim Namjoon

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐱ᵏⁿʲ

You woke up huddled in your warm blanket on a cold Saturday morning. The sun shone through the slits of your blinds, reflecting onto your face. The smell of breakfast and coffee wafted upstairs. That must be jin cooking, you thought. You decided to get out of bed and help him cook this mornings breakfast for you and the boys so you pulled on your sweatpants and began walking down the stairs of your home.

Currently you're at university studying criminology and psychology, so you live with 3 men in a large house share. At first it was very inconvenient that you're living with 3 males, and you did complain to the principal but all other dorms for girls were full, and the university wasn't very strict on separation between males and females. Soon enough you got used to the 3 boys and managed to live around them. They treated you well, always looking out for you and helping you when you needed it.

You lived with Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Kim Namjoon. All three of them were absolute heartthrobs and they had girls swooning over them as soon as they stepped foot onto campus yet none of them were remotely interested in relationships or even hooking up with girls in general.

As you reached the bottom step you see Namjoon peering through the door frame at you. His tall figure was stood by the stove as you discovered he was cooking.

Oh no. The one thing Kim Namjoon was hopeless at.

He was very clumsy, the boys even started calling him 'the god of destruction' as he would literally break everything, so cooking was a slight danger.

He turned his head away from the stove as he spoke to you.

"Morning y/n, the others are at class already. Do you want any breakfast?"

"God namjoon are you sure this is going to go well? Jin doesn't ever let you cook."

"Yeah sure. It's fine, I'm nearly done anyway. Do you want some?"

"Yes please. Okay come, I'll help."

You stood next to him holding the handle of the spatula as you helped him flip the eggs over, his scent was strong and he smelled like fresh washed clothes with a hint of aftershave. His hair was in messy brown curtains and his baggy jogging bottoms were hanging loosely from his hips to his ankles.

You couldn't lie he looked like a total boyfriend, he was smiling too with his cute dimple showing on his left cheek as he watched your every move.

"Umm it's gonna burn y/n." He said while looking into your eyes with a slight smug grin on his face as he realise you was eyeing him.

"Ohh... uh yeah."

"And I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one..."

He turned to you and cupped your face with one hand as he looked into your eyes. "Tell me why you was staring y/n." The smile on his face was from ear to ear, you couldn't help but to smile back at him.

"You just look cute, Joonie." You replied, making him blush as you both returned full attention to the stove.

He dished up his food onto a plate and made sure you had some too, soon after you cleared your plate you stood up from your seat and headed to the shower when suddenly Namjoon grabbed your wrist so you would turn to face him. His tall body towered over you as he lent down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before he spoke.

"Thank you for helping me cook breakfast y/n. Do you have any plans for today?"

"Uhm no, just was gonna go shower that's all." You shyly replied. He had put you on the spot with the kiss on the cheek, your skin burned from his soft gesture.

"How about you let me come join you?"

What? Was he serious right now? That sweet Joon that just gently thanked you for your help was now suggesting you shower together? You thought it must have been a joke.

"Ha yeah. Very funny Joon, I'll come see you after. You can show me that video about those crabs you told me about the other day." You said as you wandered off down the hallway. Almost instantly his hands wrapped around your waist as he span you around to face him, looking deeply into your eyes.

"No. Y/n I wasn't joking, seriously let me join you ill make it fun." His lips turned into a slight curve as his dimple poked out of his cheek again.

Taken back by his seriousness, you observed his face with wide eyes. His face looked somehow innocent but the words coming from his mouth suggested otherwise. His warm hands slightly ran against your exposed skin on your hip from where your pyjama top had risen.

"Uhh-um o-okay." You managed to squeak out as his soft smirk turned into a full grin and his fingers laced together with yours, he pulled you into the bathroom, quickly locking the door.

He helped undress you, pulling your top over your head and pulling down his own joggers while you left yourself in your underwear.

"Y/n you're so beautiful, come here ."

He signalled for you to jump into his arms so you did as he wanted, his strong arms held you with his hands roughly gripping your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. You lent down slightly to connect your lips to his, pushing your tongue inside his mouth as he returned your actions. He sat you down onto the cold sink counter as his hands roamed around your thighs, caressing your skin and looping his finger around the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs.

With your pussy now exposed, the cold air hit your heat making it wetter now by the double. Roughly, Namjoon pushed his finger into your hole as you moaned out for him, pulling him closer to kiss him more passionately as you grabbed him by the back of his neck.

"How many of my fingers do you think you can take baby?"

"Mmm Joonie one more, put one more in please Joon—." You trailed off as he looked you dead in the eye as he slid another finger into your tight hole, curving his fingers inside you and pleasuring your sweet spot. His pace quickened and your moans got louder, the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel. Soon after he removed his fingers and sucked them, savouring your juices on his tongue as you whimpered from your loss of orgasm.

"Not yet baby, don't cum just yet. Please wait for me okay?"

He was so assertive yet still so sweet and kind, your mind was running away with hundreds of thoughts about Namjoon right now and your heart was racing due to his sweet touches. You watched as he removed his shirt and was left in just his boxers.

God he was beautiful naked. You never imagined him like this, being all dominant and assertive, and especially not with you.

"Like what you see hm? You keep staring y/n, I'll have to give you something to stare at."

His eyes glimmered as he watched you eye his bulge in those tight boxers, there was a small wet patch of pre cum on the front, and you was aching to touch it for him. The clasps of your bra were undone by his big hands that crawled around your back as he pulled the straps from your arms and threw it across the bathroom.

"Fuck look at you. You know how tempting you are right? Wearing those skimpy shorts for bed most nights and those tiny tops that show just how big your boobs are...." He trailed off as his lips connected with your neck, sucking harshly. Pulling away, he admired the mark he'd made against your soft skin by kissing it gently and continued speaking.

"Everytime you'd be around y/n, Id get so shy. But now I need you to know how you make me feel."

He took your hand into his and made it tighten around his clothed growing cock.

"This is how you make me feel y/n. You make me something and I need you to fix it baby. Let me make you feel good."

You just couldn't take your eyes off of him as he stood between your legs, his hands were on your waist and his lips were pressing soft kisses to your collar bone. Your hands traveled to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down painfully slow. His large cock sprung up and hit just below his belly button, dripping pre cum at the tip making your pussy wetter just at the sight of it.

Joon helped you off of the counter while you admired his naked, sculpted body you walked into the shower to turn it on. He stood behind you with his arms around your waist before spinning you around to face him. He kissed your lips so passionately as he cupped your face, pushing you against the tiled wall as his tongue entered your mouth. Both of your bodies collided, feeling the warmth of each other's skin as you were submerged by the hot water.

A loud slam was heard from downstairs, startling both of you. Joon pulled away from your lips, panting as he tried to regain his breath.

"Fuck darling, Jin or Tae are home."

You could hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke. Edging back closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lent up to whisper in his ear.

"Well then we just need to be quiet don't we?" A smug look displayed across your face as his eyes stayed fixed on you. Namjoon pulled you closer to him again, unintentionally pressing his rock hard cock against your pelvis as he kissed your forehead sweetly.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? Can I make you feel good?" He asked so politely you just wanted to scream out and beg for him right away.

"I'm sure. I want you Joonie."

Namjoon pressed your back lightly against the wall as the two of you stood under the running water, positioning himself at your entrance as he slowly pushed himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to the size of his thick cock. "F-Fuck... You can move now baby." You managed to squeak out from below him. He did as you said and began thrusting his hips harshly into your core with his hand covering your mouth to prevent whoever downstairs from hearing the sounds you were making.

"God y/n, you're taking me well aren't you baby? You like this, being fucked up our bathroom wall?" He whispered in your ear while you nodded for him.

Your breathing began to get heavier as his thrusts got faster, he grunted for you while uttering your name repeatedly. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your moans in but it didn't work. Your moans escaped your lips quickly as he quietened you with a kiss, letting you groan into his mouth while letting out a painfully sexy grunt as he squeezed his eyes shut in bliss, feeling your pussy clench around him.

"Joonie... Mmh I'm so close..." You softly moaned out for him

"Cum y/n. Cum for me like a good baby girl."

With your orgasm just around the corner, you spread your legs slightly just for him to hit your spot a little deeper than before, you arch your back against the wall as you feel yourself start to cum, Namjoons pace looses rhythm as you feel him getting close himself. Your legs shake and begin to weaken as you pull his neck down to kiss his lips roughly as he allows himself to release inside of you. Groaning and moaning as he spilled his cum into your tight pussy.

"Y/n my baby you feel so good."

He praised you while cupping your face once again. You blushed under his touch, smiling up at him as he held you firmly by your shoulders, giving you a cuddle. You turned your back to him as you began to wash yourself with his help of course, he just couldn't keep his hands off of you, or his lips for that matter.

After the two of you had dried off together in Joons room, you completely forgot about someone entering the house earlier. Now fully clothed, Namjoon pulled you into his chest as he pecked your lips gently.

"You're so gorgeous, baby."

"And you're even more gorgeous my Joonie."

You two kissed again as he held you by your waist, pulling you closer to his tall frame. Yet this time being interrupted by a certain someone who just got home, peeking around Joons door.

"Boo!- oh god... SEOKJINNN-HYUNG.... Namjoonie-hyung and y/n are kissing!"

"Leave them alone Taehyung!" Jin said, racing upstairs to pull tae by the back of his tshirt. "He's wanted her for months! And by what I heard earlier, he finally did something about it." The two of you heard jin say smugly as he dragged tae down the stairs, followed by the two of them laughing.

You looked up at Namjoon with wide-eyes. Jin heard the two of you having shower sex. He heard the whole thing. You immediately got embarrassed and hid your face in his chest as he chuckled and rubbed your back as he spoke.

"Oh gosh. I'm gonna kill the two of them baby girl don't worry."

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This story was a lot longer! I hope you enjoy it babiesss🤍

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[trappergirl]

hi baby can i have the ship questions for the leverage ot3 and the character questions for our king john doggett?

added the read more!!! ur welcome beloved mutuals ❤️

when i started shipping it if i did: well i knew about them when i started watching cause of you but. maybe it was the 12 step job that really solidified it for me. just those hugs at the end, and eliot and hardison pretend dating with the sole purpose of helping her. love that episode

my thoughts: soulmates. made for each other. never seen a more literal use of the hands/head/heart trope.

what makes me happy about them: they care about each other so much. they're all obsessed with each other's quirks. also, comedic value <3

what makes me sad about them: that it's not like, properly properly canon? u know i haven't seen the revival yet but. let hardison and eliot kiss in 2023, cowards

things done in fanfic that annoys me: don't think i've read enough fic to have anything

things i look for in fanfic: realistic eliot and parker dialogue? i imagine they're not so easy to write well

who i’d be comfortable them ending up with: eliot and parker can fight over who gets sophie when nate dies of alcohol poisoning

my happily ever after for them: aren't they already practically married lol. i think they should buy & move to a ranch together

who is the big spoon/little spoon: i don't think either of them (esp parker. she's less of a spoon & more of a weighted blanket) are quite used to sleeping with other people. too many levels of self defense that don't allow that. but i think it really depends on who needs what at the moment. they are nothing if not flexible

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: uhm. heists. duh. annoying the shit out of eliot because they know he won't bite :o)

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all the people i ship romantically him: i'm not answering this one. iykyk. it'd do mulder some good if they got a quick hate fuck out on that oil rig, though

how i feel about this character: i love him so so much. no words for how much. begging for u to take my hand wreck my plans that's my man etc

my non-romantic otp: dana his friend dana <3 if they had met at school he'd leave valentine's in her locker

my unpopular opinion: i wholeheartedly believe this man is a homosexual

one thing i wish had happened in canon: he deserves more. like, in general. i just want him to be happy. give my man closure.

my otp: (o:

my cross over ship: he needs someone passionate, and stubborn as hell, and driven, and maybe in need of mellowing down. he has a soft spot for those who need protecting. he is such a gentleman. do with that what you will

a headcanon fact: he loooves classic rock. he's such a dad. he plays it loud (not loud enough to bother the neighbours of course, and not on a sunday, and not between 2 and 4) and sings along. he does air guitars and uses a spatula as a mic. van halen, journey, zeppelin, all of those.

[whxre4cevans]

Mornings

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Word Count: 740

Warnings: None :) Just soft and fluffy for now (did I make ransom too soft in this? maybe but I have a thing for soft ransom😁)

Summary: Just a lazy morning with Ransom

A/N: Hey guys! ☺️ This is my first fic on tumblr and I’m so excited to start posting stuff more regularly. I have a lil passion for writing and starting with this lil blog will definitely help me indulge in my love for writing and my fantasies!! I am completely open for feedback and comments, I would appreciate them so much! I am also open for requests, I’d love to take some of your ideas! <3 Thank you so much for reading lovelies :) (this is kinda sh!tty but I promise I'll get better😚)

The sunlight starts peering through the blinds and it causes you to shift around. You slowly wake up and look over to the six foot man lying down next to you. Hugh Ransom Drysdale. But he went by Ransom. But you addressed him as one of your many nicknames for him, and those were his favourite names. He was lying on his toned stomach, hair tousled, and lashes sitting on the peaks of his cheekbones.

Seeing that he was still asleep, you got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. After freshening up, you put on one of your boyfriend’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You headed downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you.

Grabbing all your supplies, you started to whip up some pancake batter, which was Ransom’s favourite. You sliced some strawberries and put out the whip cream and syrup on the table. You went back to your room to wake up Ransom.

You scratched his head gently, trying to wake him up.

“G’mornin’ handsome,” you said softly in his ear. Ransom shifted and groaned under the covers, the sheets barely covering his lower half.

“Hey,” whispered Ransom as he smiled at you groggily.

“I made breakfast, get up,” you said to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and going downstairs.

“Get up!” you said loudly when you reached the stairs because you didn’t hear him getting up. You went to the kitchen and got the coffee brewing before you started making your pancakes. You poured out your first pancake and it came out a bit more deformed than you wanted. You flipped it around and then felt Ransom’s arms embracing you from the back.

“That one’s crooked (Y/N),” said Ransom, chuckling softly.

“Shut up, no it’s not Ran,” you said, being defensive.

“Yes it is, it’s not even round,” he said.

“Okay fine you make one, I’d love to see you try.” You handed him the bowl and he stood there, surprised that you actually handed him the bowl. He slowly poured the batter onto the pan and it formed a perfect circle.

“Ha! See that’s how you do it,” said Ransom as he laughed.

“That’s just beginner’s luck or whatever,” you replied and went to set the table. Ransom stood there with the spatula in his hand, waiting for… well he didn’t know what he was waiting for. Suddenly, you smelt a burning aroma. You turned to see that the pancake was burning.

“Ransom! You're supposed to flip it!”

“Oh shit, I didn’t know,”

You flipped the pancake to see it completely burnt. You took it onto the spatula and dumped it in the trash. You started laughing as you walked back to Ransom and he started to laugh with you. The two of you started to pour out the pancakes together. After making a stack of pancakes, you both sat at the table and started eating.

“Mmm, these are so good baby,” said Ransom with his mouth full.

“Aww thanks, you helped too though,” you said, smiling at him.

After you guys finished eating, Ransom washed the dishes and you scrolled through Netflix trying to find something for you guys to watch. You chose to watch your favourite show with Ransom. You laid down on the couch and Ransom came and sat down beside you, putting your legs over his lap.

“Are you wearing my clothes?” he asked.

“Yeah I am, I like how they smell like you,” you said, smiling as you brought the shirt up to your nose and inhaled it.

“Oh yeah? Well if you like the way I smell so much why don’t you just come to the real thing?” he asked, with his iconic smirk plastered on his face.

“I don’t know, I like the shirt better, it doesn’t talk as much,” you said. Ransom scoffed and started laughing. He grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, tickling you.

“Stoppp it! This is why I like the shirt better!” you shouted while laughing. You finally pushed yourself off Ransom’s lap and fell to the ground. You were both laughing, and you got up and sat on his lap, pulling him in for a kiss.

“You can’t kiss the shirt though,” smirked Ransom.

“I mean…”

“Shut up,” laughed Ransom, pulling you in for another kiss.

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thanks to @dbnightingale24 for being so sweet and motivating me to write PLEASE go check out her writing because it is SO GOOD!!

[bakugohoex]

Soft boy Jean trying to bake a cake for his s/o but he stuffs it up and tries to hide it, but in the end his s/o helps him remake the cake together

“make a wish”

paring: jean kirshctein x female reader

cw: kissing, language, fluff

word count: 1700+

a/n: i wrote this at 2am, i need sleep but we move, if i don’t wake up for my lesson then i’m fucked (morning me tell me if i do wake up on time right here - i woke up on time but im lying in bed) hope you liked it i needed to write some attack on titan shit and jean’s is my fave

summary: in which jean finds out it’s your birthday and decides to make a surprise cake, with limited resources, he tries but ultimately it turns into you finding out, in your oblivious state you end up helping him make a cake for yourself

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Your voice was cold as you spoke to your class, you were all nearing the end of the training corps. It had taken a toll on a lot of people, but you had remained strong and resilient to what would occur.

You knew you had worked hard enough to reach the top ten, but you were always going to join the survey corps. You would kill the titans and even to your friend Jean’s reluctance you would give your life defeating them all.

What nobody had really expected was to see Sasha smiling as she walked towards the group that you would call your friends. She had a piece of paper in her hand and you were confused at the girl. She was never normally this happy after training she was always bitey for food so what had made her go all nice.

“I finally found it Y/n.” You tilted your head in confusion as Jean looked between the two of you. “Y/n, your birthday’s in two days, why didn’t you tell us?”

You rolled your eyes, “I just don’t think birthdays mean that much in the grand scheme of things.”

“But cake.” Sasha seemed more upset about the lack of food than anything else. You rolled your eyes walking back to the garrison, you wanted clean clothes due to the sweat that encased your current clothes.

Jean’s obvious crush for you was known, they watched him as he admired you walking away. He didn’t care if you were sweaty you were still the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Even with his obvious flirting you were oblivious still believing the boy had feelings for Mikasa.

“I’m making her a cake.” Marco looked at the boy confused.

“You do realise you don’t know how to bake.” Connie spoke out loud what Marco and everybody else had been thinking.

“I’ll work something out.” Sasha seemed to be the only happy one as Mikasa hadn’t paid attention only irritating Eren to make sure he didn’t get too dirty.

Later on, after everybody had had dinner, Jean snuck out he knew how to bake a cake, he’d watched his mother, how hard could it actually be?

Careful of not waking anybody up, he creeped outside knowing where the kitchens were. He prayed there was everything he needed not wanting to have to try and found it anywhere. He walked towards the building, seeing a battered canteen it was silent and hopefully nobody would catch him.

He rolled his sleeves having still worn the uniform they were made to wear, as he got to work trying to remember what his mother had done many years ago. It wasn’t working as he put it to bake he sat on the counter wondering if he had done it right, he had all the ingredients but having a theory and no practically experience was a recipe for disaster.

Once the cake had finished he looked at the sunken cake already knowing it had failed, he had hope that it might’ve just sunk and tasted better, it’s what’s on the inside that counts, kept going through his head.

His mother would know what to do, he cut into it taking a bite before instantly spitting it into the bin. Not only having wasted the ingredients on a shitty cake but he had no idea how to make you something to show his feelings.

He signed lowering his head before he heard a cough. You were standing in front of him, his eyes widened as he removed his hands from his face. “Y/n what are y...you doing here.”

You always thought his stuttering was cute, it happened a lot around you, but you always assumed it was because Mikasa was nearby. The embarrassment Jean felt was heavy and you could sense it from a mile away. He tried hiding the cake, but you had easily spotted it as soon as he covered it with a tea towel.

“I heard Sasha in her sleep talk about you making a cake, I wanted to help.” You cheerily smiled at the boy; you didn’t know who it was for, but you assumed his mother due to visiting the Trost District in a couple days.

Jean had a sense of relief wash over him, at least you didn’t hear the frustration he had. A small brush crept along his face as you came closer leaning against the counter taking the same fork he had used to eat the cake. You cut a bit with the side before eating it, “that’s fucking gross.”

He laughed as you went to go spit it out, “what the fuck did you put in it?”

“I...i just remembered what my mother did.” He spoke out the ingredients and how much he put in it before you heard the last part. “...and about 200grams of sugar.”

You looked at the container that held the ‘sugar’ opening it before dipping your finger in it, you tasted it the salt making your mouth scrunch up. He tilted his head confused, before you bought a different finger into the salt bringing it to his mouth.

“Taste it then.” You mutter, he obeyed opening his mouth as he sucked on your finger, it would’ve been flirty if his face didn’t instantly turn sour.

“I added 200grams of salt.” You nod laughing.

“Come on let’s bake another one.” You washed your hands getting rid of both your saliva’s face your fingers.

Setting out the ingredients you showed him how to make a cake your mother had taught you how to make. She had always wanted you to marry someone from the inner walls but instead you turned and signed up for the training corps.

Making Jean help you along the way to make sure he was a part of it, you showed him how each part did different things. He listened intensively asking questions when needed and doing what he was told.

It finally went into the over as you saw some icing on the side, something somebody probably left by accident. You passed it to Jean, “write a message on top, I’m sure your mother will love it.”

“My mother?” Jean’s face fell in confusion.

“Oh, I assumed it was for her.” He looks down as he doesn’t say anything.

You didn’t know what to say to him, he was silent thinking hard, you noticed how his face would scrunch up or how a blush would erupt. He was probably thinking about Mikasa to even care about you.

You had been licking the spatula and Jean stared imagining so many lewd thoughts he wanted you and needed a way to confess properly.

The timer went off as you yawned, grabbing the cake you both waited for it to cool before he looks at you intensively.

“Turn around.” You knit your eyebrows before doing so.

You heard as he signed before he touched your shoulder, you turned back around seeing Jean holding the cake, the icing writing a message you had never expected.

‘happy birthday y/n

i love you

jean’

It was simple and caring, his name barley fitting on the cake but he had tried. He had been thinking all along about what to put on the cake before realising he should just admit he liked you.

The love part was true as well and not realising he had wrote it his face went into a heavy blush. “Y...you love me.”

You were the one stuttering now, Jean put the cake down, “I do.”

“I thought you liked Mikasa.”

“It was a crush that I got over as soon as i saw you.” He admitted, he looked directly at you as you tried to not meet eye contact.

A silence grew as you didn’t know what to say the words finally falling from your lips, “i love you too.”

That’s all he needed to hear to walk towards you bringing you closer to his body, he cupped your face, your breathing heavy at the excitement you were feeling. Your hands went to cup his nodding to tell him to go for it. His lips attached to yours, the taste of the batter lingered in your mouth.

He pushed you against the countertop, his hands moving from your face as it moved to your legs lifting you onto the counter top. Your heights becoming the same, your hands remained on his face bringing him closer the way you moaned making his tongue travel inside of your mouth. Spit and saliva mixed as you craved more, his hands on your back making you arch forward.

He wanted your body on his own and as the kiss deepened, your breathing became heavier, the consistent kisses between trying to get air before going at it again with the long passionate kisses were repetitive. You didn’t want it to stop, but as your breathing got heavier he finally let go. You were both out of breath having not kissed someone in a while.

The kiss had felt new almost as if it was long awaited, he watched and admired your breathless state, your dishevelled hair and tired eyes. “Let’s have some cake.”

You nodded as you remained sitting on the counter top, you had already put everything away and washed up the only thing left being the forks you would use to eat the cake. He held the cake standing in front of you, he brought a box of matches out. “I haven’t got a candle.”

You laugh as he lit the match putting it up to your face, “make a wish.” You blow softly as he feels your breath on his finger, cutting up some pieces he brings it to you, smiling as he eats the cake you both made.

“Now this is a cake.” You laugh as his salt cake had gone in the bins. You both had been relatively quiet so didn’t expect anybody to come in.

“What’d you wish for?” Jean asks after finishing the cake, it had been a small cake so you both ate it easily without any hesitation. Knowing you’d end up losing it from training anyway.

You both walked outside watching the moon, Jean’s hand creeping into your own as you entangled your fingers together. He smiles as you finally answered, “my wish already happened.”

He understood as you smiled up at the boy, you gave him a small kiss on his lips, filled with happiness of a future. He smiled back walking you back to your room, he’d never admit it, but this was probably the best nights of his life. He had finally gotten you and it was as if everything had fit into place, you were together and not even the Titans could ruin that for you.

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[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

Should have known better

Prompt: when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove

My first attempt at Dickinette. I hope I did it justice!

Here’s my favourite ratatouille recipe! It’s amazing!

Ao3

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Warnings: mild sexual content & mentions of gun violence, gangs, bullet wounds, fire hazards and unplanned pregnancy

The keys jangled as he took them out of his pocket, the lock clicked open and the old apartment door creaked. He took two steps into the hall, dropping his bag with a thud and closed the door behind him. Running a hand through his long, sweat slicked hair he sighed. Today had been a long day.

A deep inhale inflated his chest, but the black police vest he wore restricted it’s full extension. The smell of a wonderful home cooked meal made his stomach growl. Ratatouille, his favourite.

His heavy boot laden feet created echoing footsteps as he walked into the grey tiled kitchen. His wife stood at the stove humming, the google pad’s screen was lit with the ingredients list. She scooped and flipped the squared vegetable mix before putting the lid upon it for the meal to soften. She turned to her sketchpad, inspired by something unknown. Drawing captured her full attention, her brain’s need to replicate the idea on paper outweighed her focus on her surroundings.

He should have known better. He grew up with vigilantes and superheroes. He should have know never to sneak up on someone, especially if they knew how to fight; although this rule doesn’t count for villains (they know what they did).

For Marinette, it had been a long day of ripped seems and designer’s block.. It was nearing on eight when she finally started dinner. Looking at the clock she sighed, ‘Dick’s working late again.’ She hoped he wasn’t caught up in the shooting across town. Two gangs had a disagreement over territory and many civilians got caught up in it. She wanted to help but she had been banned from heroine duties for the time being. Her last ladybug adventure resulted in a bullet to her leg, which was still healing.

Dick took her to the hospital stating she had gotten caught in the crossfire (which now reminds her they need to restock the medical supplies), and they discovered that she was four weeks pregnant.

In present time she was still well within her first trimester, just starting her second month; and she was feeling it too. Vomiting each morning wasn’t fun, more so when it started happening more frequently throughout the day. Their midwife reassured the young couple that it was completely normal, but if it keeps up to come back as it may become hyperemesis gravidarum which will harm the baby.

Baby.

She was still trying to wrap her head around it. She had turned twenty-four last July and Dick was only older by a year. They weren’t planning on this and they had taken all of the precautions to prevent it. Yeah sure, they were married but it hadn’t even been two years! Her worry for the future faded as she reminisced on her husband’s reaction to the discovery. He was shocked for a few seconds before jumping up and down like a toddler who got a toy, beaming with joy. Tears of happiness pricked his eyes, threatening to spill on a moments notice.

Another symptom that weighted upon her was fatigue. She was no longer a teen who could challenge the world with a pen and a cup of coffee. She was a tired, pregnant adult who had to give away her coffee maker due to the temptation being too strong. No more late night or all-nighters designing clothes and completing commissions. She had to lessen her commissions due to the stressful nature of them but working from home, in her own studio helped. It had been a month since she found out and now she just wanted to hibernate due to lack of energy.

Putting down the spatula, she scooped up the pen, suddenly inspired by the mix of colours; an autumn playsuit came to mind. Biting her lip as she drew, neglecting her surroundings, the blare of the news channel becoming white noise.

She should have known better. She was a superhero, albeit she was benched at the moment, but still! The first rule of ‘herodom’ was to always do the right thing, but the second rule was to always be aware of your surroundings.

Arms wrapped around her waist, a small gasps left her mouth and her elbow drove straight back into her captor’s chest. A masculine groan came from behind her, but she paid it no mind as she tried to get out of the man’s strong grip.

“Mari, Mari! Calm down it’s me” Her husband said breathlessly. Her jab winded him, although it was softened by his police uniform, Marinette’s miraculous strength was powerful to say the least. He just wish he didn’t have to be on the receiving end of it.

“Ma moitié! Why would you do that!?” Her anguished cry caused him to hide his chuckle in her neck. Her heartbeat made its presence known within her chest and her breathing was still shallow. Turning within his embrace, she faced him with a pout on her face, “You jerk, you scared me!” She whimpered, her pregnancy hormones had blurred the line between her emotions causing her mood to flip like a switch.

Dick looked down at her with a guilt riddled face. “Shoot Mari, I’m sorr-“

Before he could finish apologising Marinette tugged him down and connected her lips to his. She leaned back into the countertop, cupping his cheek and jaw with both hands. Dick eagerly followed her lead.

He picked her up, his hands moulding the flesh of her thighs. He had done this before, but took extra precautions this time due to her still healing leg injury. He moved her away from the countertop and sat her upon the plush couch. He hovered above her, lips only splitting for a millisecond for air before closing the gap once more.

Marinette pushed on his shoulder and swiftly flipped him so that she was on top. The quick motion caused his head to slam back into the wall, the noise halted their make-out session. Her eyes widened, the cloud of lust had evaporated and rained down on her parade. She apologised multiple times to him, eyes watering in the process.

Dick just laughed before pulling her back in for another kiss. In contrast to the sloppy wet kisses before, the gentleness off Mari’s lips now made him feel like he was made of glass. She filled it with her remorse over hurting him. But as the kiss continued it shifted back to the momentum and passion they had before.

Her hands trailed up his chest, she shivered into the kiss; he had just taken off her shirt, leaving her in her bra. His thumb brushed under the mound of her breast, he felt her furious heartbeat through he skin.

Her focus lowered to his bare neck. Placing kiss upon kiss there and biting occasionally, leaving a trail of pink marks for his colleagues to see during his neck shift. A hand ran down her back as it arced, pushing her bosom into his chest.

They broke apart, foreheads pressed together, bodies flushed against each other’s. She peppered his face with kisses, “I love you”s were stated after each. He returned this action with the same fervour.

Something was wrong though. It was a sudden onset plaguing thought that something wasn't right. They had tried to ignore it but it had become like a tugging string tied around their hearts, signalling an oncoming danger. Wordlessly the two scanned the apartment, neither wanting to part from their entanglement.

Confused the two looked back at the other. Neither finding what set off the warning sensation. As their eyes connected, realisation washed over them like a bucket of ice water. They inhaled the burnt air and scrambled apart; both exclaiming “Fuck!”

Running into the kitchen, the tiles were cold against her bare feet. Dark unventilated smoke hung in the air. Upon entry to the room it was a wall of heat, it was a wonder the smoke alarms hadn’t gone off yet. Dick grabbed a nearby tea towel and swatted at the smoke, he shuffled towards the burners, mouth and nose hidden within his elbow.

Marinette opened all nearby windows, she hoped that the neighbours on the floors above didn’t question the smoke. The couple worked together to set up a system of fans to push out the smoke from the kitchen.

“If Alfred were here he would kill us.” Dick solemnly nodded in reply, ‘we should have known better’. He scraped the burnt black char into the bin, while Mari held the pan. Once the pan cooled down enough it went into the bin too, there was no saving it.

Dick tied up the yellow bin bag and placed the spatula into the sink. “Soooo... want chinese? If you’re up for it, it’ll be my treat.”

Her stomach growled as her eyes flicked to the clock, it was almost nine and she hadn’t eaten since breakfast at seven. She nodded, “sounds good let’s go!”

She walked towards the door, hand on the handle when she realised that he hadn’t followed her. Turning back around she saw him staring at her, cheeks flushed, unmoved from his position next to the bin.

“Um babe?”

“What’s wrong Ma moitié? I thought you wanted Chinese.” Her head tilted, confused at his actions.

He cleared his throat, eyes flicking away. “Babe you’ve forgotten your shirt.”

“Shit” left her lips as she bolted back to the couch, vaulting over a counter much to Dick’s disapproval. She heard him scolding her from the other room, but was too hungry to care.

Walking back to him, now appropriately dressed, she grabbed his hand, pulling him out the door. He just sighed, following his crazy wife, throwing the bag into the complex’s dumpster on the way to the car.

No one was getting in between her and her noodles.

[monicashipsnickyjoe]

(part 6 (final!) of my advertising agency office au - see masterpost)

The clock on the living room wall reads midnight. The television, muted, begins the same infomercial for the third time. It’s a rotisserie oven but also an air fryer. If you call now, you get a free oven mitt.

Sitting on the sofa, Nicky glances at the closed bedroom door. He stifles a yawn.

He wants more than anything to go into the bedroom, crawl into bed beside Joe, and fall asleep, but Joe has been so out of it since they left work. He is in no position to consent to sharing a bed.

Instead, Nicky pulls the afghan off the back of the couch and tries to make himself comfortable on the too-short cushions. At twenty, this position would have been no problem, and he’d wake refreshed regardless. At thirty-five, with his knees bent at such an odd angle, he knows he’s in for hell and bengay in the morning. Still, thinking of Joe, safe and warm, tucked away in Nicky’s bed, gives Nicky the foolish, happy hope that everything will be fine.

Maybe that’s an effect of love, he thinks, and closes his eyes.

They snap open again when a hand touches his shoulder. The infomercial continues. The air-fryer is also a barbecue, somehow. The blue television light gleams a harsh outline around a head of curls that’s slowly coming into focus.

“Joe?”

“Nicky.” Joe’s voice is sleep rough and beautiful. Even in the dark, the eyes radiate concern. “What are you doing out here?”

Nicky blinks. “Sleeping?”

Joe looks at him, searching for something Nicky’s unsure of. Then he frowns. “I can leave...?”

“What?” Nicky snaps upright. His knees ache, but he ignores the pain to twist on the couch and reach for Joe. His hands find his biceps and the muscles underneath that Nicky’s favorite sleep-shirt struggles to contain. Nicky looks down, at the t-shirt - at Joe in his t-shirt, kneeling on the floor, in the dark. Any coherent thought becomes dust blowing away under the breeze of the ceiling fan.

“Or not,” Joe says, still watching him. He places a hand on Nicky’s side, just above his hip. All of Nicky’s nerves zero in on that touch, on the press of each finger, the line of Joe’s thumb against Nicky’s bottom rib.

“Stay,” Nicky manages to say, or he hopes he does. He can’t tell anymore because Joe is leaning toward him and what else matters but that?

“Why are you out here, Nicky?” Joe says, each word a puff of warm breath against Nicky’s cheek, his lips. Close, so close.

“You were asleep.”

Joe smiles, and Nicky knows for certain that his heart is no longer his own.

“I’m not sleeping now,” Joe says.

“This could be a dream.” Though the dull throb in Nicky’s cramp knee tells otherwise.

“No,” Joe says. With his other hand, he cups Nicky’s face, palm against his cheek, thumb lining his cheekbone, fingertips brushing against his ear. “You are so much more than anything I could dare dream.”

“Joe.” Nicky claws at that old t-shirt, pulling Joe closer.

“I want to kiss you, Nicky. May I?”

“Per favore.”

Joe coaxes Nicky forward and Nicky tugs Joe. Lips find lips in the dark, and suddenly, finally, they are kissing. Passion strikes hot, an electric zap through Nicky’s body that has him surging forward. Nicky wraps his arms around Joe’s shoulders, his neck. His hands bury into those curls. They are soft and wild, everything Joe, everything Nicky imagined.

Joe tilts his head, deepening their kiss. He licks his way into Nicky’s mouth. His arms wrap around Nicky’s waist, holding him close. One hand splays flat at the small of Nicky’s back. The other traces feather-light patterns up and down Nicky’s spine.

“Joe,” Nicky breathes, when they break for air. “Yusuf.”

Joe’s chest heaves as much as Nicky’s own. His eyes are dark and his lips kiss-swollen. He makes a noise very near a growl as he plunges in for more.

The next breath, Joe offers, “Nicolò,” and this time, it’s Nicky who growls. He pushes further into Joe and they tumble back onto the floor. Nicky’s on top of Joe now, and the new angle is perfect. And they can move.

Joe’s not wearing pants and Nicky has too many clothes. Joe’s tugging at his shirt, but it’s useless. They would have to break apart to undress, and Nicky would rather shoot himself into the moon than separate from Joe for that long.

Never in his life has he felt like this, not even as a horny teenage pawing at his first boyfriend in the backseat of a car. Nicky wants, but not just to get himself off, like his teenage self. He wants to feel Joe tremble, to hear him moan - to give him the kind of pleasure and happiness and comfort and love that a man so wonderful deserves. He wants to be his best self. He wants to be everything Joe needs.

He wants.

“Nicolò,” Joe pants, again and again, when their lips are parted enough for him to do so. Nicky drops kiss after kiss down the side of his neck. “Oh, Nicolò.” He grips at Nicky’s shirt, it’s bunched under Nicky’s arms now, and begs, “Be mine. Please be mine.”

Nicky stills in his onslaught and lifts his head.

Joe’s eyes are hooded. His lips, red and parted. He looks ravished and perfect and lovely. How can he not understand?

“I’m already yours, Yusuf,” Nicky says. “I’ve been yours since I first heard you laugh at the water cooler. I just didn’t know it then.”

Something in Joe’s face shifts - still lost to lust, but softening. The urgency in his hands slows. He moves deliberately now, cupping Nicky’s face and bringing him down for a gentle kiss.

“I will be kind with your heart,” Joe tells him.

Nicky twists his face as much as Joe’s hold will allow. He glances down, away, embarrassed. “I know.”

“And I will beg you to be kind with mine.”

Nicky’s gaze snaps back to Joe’s growing smile.

“You have owned my heart since the moment I saw you, Nicolò.”

Nicky’s breath abandons him. His heart races, thumping so loud and hard, Nicky’s sure it will jump straight from his chest and into Joe’s, where it belongs.

The floor isn’t enough. Not for the power of their love. Not for their first time together.

Nicky still wants, but now he wants Joe in comfort on a bed, as open and vulnerable and safe as Nicky feels. He pushes himself up to his knees.

“Come with me to the bedroom?” Nicky asks.

“Nicky,” Joe says, rising. “I would follow you anywhere.”

They leave the living room and the ceiling fan and the infomercials and a trail of clothes behind. Nicky closes the bedroom door and starts the rest of his life.

*

It’s Saturday. The sun beams in through Nicky’s thin curtains and beats on the foot of the bed. Nicky glances at the bedside table, at the clock that reads 7am. He won’t move more than that though. He won’t risk disrupting the sleeping man curled around him like an octopus.

A beard scratches Nicky’s chest. Curls tickle his chin.

He can’t wait for Joe to wake up, to hear his voice and see his eyes, but seeing him like this is a blessing too. He’s warm and relaxed. He talks no less asleep in a bed as he did in a chair, though this time Nicky knows with certainty that Joe means him when he mumbles, “You are everything, Nicky.”

Soon, Joe does wake. He lifts his head, blinking a few times. When his gaze falls on Nicky, his smile widens so big and bright, he puts the sun to shame.

“This is the best bed I’ve ever slept in,” he says. Before Nicky can argue - he bought this bed on extreme discount, and the springs are starting to poke through in some places - Joe continues, “It has you in it.”

Nicky laughs, and Joe does, too. Slowly, through lazy kisses, they untangle from each other and the sheets. When Joe’s stomach growls, Nicky pulls him toward the kitchen.

“Stay,” he says, and places Joe in a bar stool by the kitchen island.

“Happily.” Joe sets his elbow on the counter and his chin in his palm. He openly leers at Nicky, who perhaps should have put more on than a pair of boxers. He wants to take Joe back into the bedroom, but no. Joe is hungry, and Nicky will not have him starved.

Nicky retrieves the eggs from the fridge and a pan from the cabinet and sets to making scrambled eggs. He glances back often, catching the exact moment when Joe’s dark gaze shifts. A line forms between his brow instead.

“You don’t like scrambled eggs?” Nicky asks, lifting the pan away from the burner. He should have asked first.

“No, I do. It’s fine,” Joe says.

“Then why the face?”

“What face? This is my face.”

Nicky frowns at him until he relents.

“Okay, fine.” Joe sighs. “You win. I’m worried about...” Another sigh. “What are we, Nicky?”

Nicky frowns deeper. He thought they made it clear last night. Was Joe having second thoughts? Turning back to the eggs, he pushes them around the pan with a spatula.

“We don’t have to be anything,” he hears himself say. It’s breaks his own heart - he wants everything with Joe. But if he can’t have everything, he’d rather have something than nothing.

“We... don’t?”

“We could keep doing this,” Nicky says. “We don’t have to complicate it.” He wants to complicated it. He wants Joe, body, heart, and soul. He pushes the eggs.

“I see.”

“Whatever you want, Joe.”

“What I want?”

Joe isn’t saying anything. Nicky keeps making offers and Joe’s just repeating them. If he’s going to break Nicky’s heart, he’d rather he do it before breakfast. The coffee’s not even ready yet and -

Nicky takes the eggs off the burner. He places them down on a separate, cooler part of the stove and swivels. He has his mouth open, ready to beg Joe for something, anything. But then he sees his own look of absolute heartbreak mirrored on Joe’s face.

And he curses those eggs for distracting him.

“Or we could be more,” Nicky says.

Joe lifts a little, from where he’s curled into himself. “More?”

Nicky swallows. He’s afraid, so afraid, to let himself hope to have this, but it’s everything he wants. And after everything they’ve shared, surely there’s a chance that Joe wants it too.

So Nicky takes a breath and lays himself bare.

“I want to be with you, Joe. As your boyfriend. Your lover. Your partner. However you will have me. In every way you will have me.”

Joe stares at him a long moment, expression blank. Then he steps off the bar stool and comes around the island. His eyes are wet and bright and shining, and he’s looking at Nicky like he is personally responsible for all the good in the world and not just the few words spoken from the heart.

Joe wraps his arms around Nicky and kisses him, tenderly, a balm coating the wounds of misunderstanding.

“Boyfriends. Lovers. Partners. Everything,” Joe says, pressing their foreheads together.

“Everything,” Nicky says.

Their kisses now are gentle, kind - echoes of thousands of kisses to follow, each full of love and light and safety and comfort. And sometimes lust, too, as Nicky urges Joe’s lips to part enough for -

Joe’s stomach growls and Nicky jumps away like he burned him.

What a terrible host he is!

Joe reaches for him but Nicky shies away.

“You need to eat,” Nicky says and returns the eggs to the hot burner. Nicky half-turns only to point his spatula at the empty stool. “Sit.”

Joe, laughing, obeys. “Okay, okay.”

When the eggs are done, and Nicky is separating the portions onto two plates, Joe says, “We’ll have to talk to HR on Monday. Since we are together.”

Nicky freezes. Being with Joe, he had entirely forgotten about work and The Old Guard and Andy’s offer. “Joe,” he says and sets down the empty pan.

“Hm?”

Nicky takes the plates and turns. He places one in from of Joe. Compared to the bravery of the past day, talking to Joe about this should be easy, but Nicky is no less nervous when he says, “Have you ever thought of leaving Merrick’s?”

Joe snorts a laugh. “All the time!”

“What if...” Nicky hesitates, thinking of Joe’s sports car. “What if it was a smaller company? The pay probably isn’t...”

“Nicky.” Joe reaches out and places his hand on Nicky’s. “You can talk to me about anything.”

Nicky huffed out a breath. That’s right. Joe is his boyfriend now, and boyfriends don’t keep secrets. They trust each other. “I was offered another job.”

Joe perks immediately, sitting high on his chair. A smile spreads wide. “That’s wonderful, Nicky!”

“Thank you. I...” Another breath. “When I was interviewing, I mentioned that I might know a graphic designer who... Well, Merrick was treating you so terribly and I wanted to see if... just to give you options.”

Joe’s smile softens. He hums a little, like he’s considering. “What did they say?”

“I didn’t mean to say it was you, but Andy knew somehow. She said, ‘if it’s Yusuf al-Kaysani.’”

Joe shakes his head. “Andy? Andromache? Are you talking about The Old Guard?”

“Um. Yes.”

Joe sits back on the stool. His mouth opens, closes, and opens again. “The Old Guard?”

Nicky looks to his left and right, searching for an answer to a question he thought he already answered. “Yes?”

Joe’s brow furrows but he’s still smiling and Nicky is so very confused.

“They’ll take us both?” Joe says.

“Yes.”

Abruptly, Joe laughs. He bounces off the stool, comes around the island again, and pulls Nicky into a tight bear hug that lifts him clear off the ground.

“Nicky, that’s -! I can barely believe it! The Old Guard!” He’s laughing and spinning. Nicky, holding on, laughs too, delighted by Joe’s happiness even if he doesn’t entirely understand it. When he finally lowers Nicky, he says, “What a dream. To have you, Nicky, and a job offer from Andromache herself in one day.”

“Do you know her?” Nicky asks.

“Know her? She is legend.” Joe takes both of Nicky’s hands and kisses along the knuckles. “The Old Guard is famous world-wide, their work is unparalleled, and they are notoriously difficult to join. No one ever leaves. Oh, Nicky, you have given me so many gifts today. I think I might burst with happiness!”

Nicky had no idea The Old Guard is so famous. “So you’ll come with me?”

“I said I would follow you anywhere.”

“Yes, but -”

Joe kisses him. “I mean it, Nicky. Anywhere. And this is no hardship, believe me.”

By the time they remember breakfast, the eggs have gone cold. Nicky tries to make something else, but Joe, impatient, scarfs down the cold eggs and then leads Nicky back to the bedroom where they stay for most of the day.

“I must show my appreciation,” Joe says, following Nicky onto the bed. He reaches for Nicky’s boxers, and begins to slide them down.

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, Nicky. I want to.”

*

The Old Guard has an open concept office. Desks and paperwork are strewn around in minor chaos. A kitchen sits in the far back corner, counter covered in too many take-out counters. Nicky immediately begins making plans for group meals.

Andy introduces the team: Nile, Booker, Quynh, and Lykon.

When Nicky and Joe tell her they’re dating, she rolls her eyes and says, “No, shit.” She tells them, “No sex in the office,” and that is that.

Nicky sits at his desk on wide side of the office and Joe on the other. They can see each other across the room. Joe catches his eye and winks.

Booker groans. Nile reaches over her desk and smacks him upside the head.

They’re chaotic but talented and friendly and fair. And when Andy stops by his desk to tell him, “Welcome to the family,” Nicky believes she means it. And it starts to feel like home.

*

“I never thought I’d find this,” Nicky says later, as he cuts open the tape on Joe’s last box. Joe’s jackets hang on the pegs near the door, beside Nicky’s. His clothes sit with Nicky’s in the drawers of their now-shared dresser.

“Love?” Joe asks from where he’s placing some of his books on the bookcase.

“Everything.”

Joe leaves what remains of the books in a pile and abandons the shelf to come to Nicky. He pulls Nicky into his arms. Nicky hooks his chin over Joe’s shoulder.

“I hate Merrick,” Nicky says, “But how can I not be grateful? If not for that job, I might not have found you.”

Joe tsks. “We would have found each other, Nicky. My heart knew you before I did. I would never have stopped searching until I found you.”

Though they have been together for several months now, Joe’s words still send Nicky’s heart racing as no other could.

“Like destiny?” Nicky asks.

Joe turns enough to kiss the shell of Nicky’s ear. “Destiny is not enough.”

Nicky laughs, delighted. “You incurable romantic.”

“Tell me you don’t love me.”

Nicky pulls away, enough to look at Joe - beautiful, happy, well-rested and well-fed. His love. His lover. His forever.

“Never.”

[muffindaddystyles]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒.

Tw// eating disorder.

I was thinking of how I skip meals and stuff while studying, but still people could comment on how a certain way my body has gotten. So,,,yeah. Just wanted to write a blurb on that.

Eating meals thrice a day's fun thing, kiddos.

Harry's busy with album, well you with uni to the point you've no spare time to take care of yourself. You just wakes up giving a haste kiss to him, rush to university because you were studying all last night in the guest room not to disturb him knowing how half of limps he comes back from the studio. When you're back at home he's at the studio again and you straight away flops into your sheets without eating anything, then you again get up from your nap have a bit of snack and the routine goes on for irritatingly exhausting loop.

Else when Harry's not too busy in work he checks upon you while your nose's in books, he brings you snacks. green apples. your favourite chocolates. cack-buns. whatever he could steal from refrigerator. He clings to you until you don't end up taking a break pouting adorably, "what'd ye' do without me hu? starve yourself." So you always end up giving in.

When he becomes your tutor for the mean time and it all has one ending; that's him quenching out many orgasms from you while you thrash in his lap, him fuckin' you raw because he has missed your warmth too passion, him teasing you not letting you focus on what you're studying. That's the worst one from all of the above because when he does that he doesn't stop and it drives you insane.

When sometimes you're too stubborn he grabs you by ankles making you squeal in amusement and throws you on his shoulder to drag you to the nearest diner and swear you look like panda wearing his tattered t-shirt and pyjamas.

He doesn't let you sit in another room and study alone, whining that he couldn't sleep without you in his arms and he used to sleep on you listening to the buzz of whatever you were reading, cheek smashed against your tummy arms coiled around your waist.

That indeed caused you weakened eyesight from focusing under the night lamp. But, you loved it how he always tried to make you stick to him now he couldn't you miss him and his care.

Dinners long forgotten. In breakfast you eat cereal in the same bowl Harry did moments ago before leaving you have time for nothing, and in lunch you fill your system with cold coffees.

Now. You were free after your exams hanging out with your classfellows for few hours before going home and seep into your sheets for two damn days.

"Looks like you gained weight, during this semester." One of your classmates told you with a weird pull of her brows and you chuckled nervously not knowing what to say, the plastic cup of cold mocha in your hand getting sweaty.

"Pfft. She looks fine. This one was hectic for all of us. Y/n you look great." There's a huge lie under it because you look sodden and emotionally traumatised, you know it people don't need to butter things up for you.

You excused yourself from the hangout. You looked at delcious mocha with watering mouth and yearning gaze but you gave it to the homeless little girl in your way considered how many carbs it contains.

You rambled to yourself. Muttering under your breath what you'd have said to her. 'Maybe beacuse I'm happy and when you're happy your heart makes more blood. Maybe I'm hanging out with my friends more often eating to my fullest and maybe I enjoy having late night snacks with my boyfriend.'

But you were doing none of that so you couldn't have said that to her.

When you stepped inside your home it was smelling appetizing, again watering your mouth and making your stomach growl loudly.

When you padded inside Harry was making pasta for you in the kitchen singing a melody to himself most probably of his album. He's glowing from hanging out with his friends, writing songs, and singing them whole day at studio but you're not you feel miserable.

At some point you had thought of dropping out and end this shit for real but looking forward to Harry. How he faces every hardship and never gives up, you did not too. You're always gonna idolise him.

Harry notices your presence and he wide spreads his arms for you to just cuddle into him. Wooden spatula in his hand and he grins brightly at you, "c'mere puppy. made pasta fo' m'girl." You didn't felt like eating it. Not because you're not hungry. You're fucking starving but your stomach has gotten accustomed to be empty all the time that it's feeling like a mission to fill it.

"M'not hungry. Had lunch already." You muttered lying to him walking past him to your shared room and his brows rocketed to his forehead surprised that you didn't fled in his arms as you usually do, not even a peck on his cheek, not an appreciation that you'd eat it after your nap.

You're a bit cranky, stressed and all over the place. You don't want to take it all out in him because you know you'd say mean things just as "I missed you so much, but all you cared was to enjoy yourself with your friends and make songs with them." . "Duh. Only if I could be a singer who doesn't needs to do anything." Or "you didn't once checked upon me." Because you know that would be your nonsensical words but it would really hurt him.

Not changing into comfortable clothes you dived into your sheets sleeping on your stomach. Harry felt alone and sad even though you guys aren't being that close for months despite of some quick sex in shower and when you or him badly needs a release.

He didn't even touched his home made pasta putting it in container and storing it into fridge. His ears perked up at your moans, only realizing that those were moans of pain. You were groaning in your sleep from the headache and cold sweat breaking all over you, you're feeling nauseous even in your sleep too.

Harry was by your side resting his hand atop your shoulder and he found you bathed into sweat, pulling his bottom lip he frowned running his thumb in circles at the nape of your neck.

It's so unlike of you. To not change and brush your hair before going to bed. He turned you around, "shh. sh. baby 's me Harry." He whispered when you whimpered snuggling your face to his folded thigh and tucking your hands in between your own thighs like a sandwich.

He stroked your blazed flushed cheeks with the back of his index finger. Taking in the slightest of features that looks worn out, he really missed you and he kinda feels bad that he got so engulfed into everything that he forgot to check if you're okay.

He pecked your lips removing duvet from over you changing your clothes only leaving you in your panties and your favourite rolling stone shirt of his's. He massaged your soles and ankles a timid smile creeping at his lips at the memory how he used to give you head and back massages. He missed being by your side too.

It was past midnight and you were still into deep sleep. Concerned Harry gently tapped your shoulders kissing your forehead, "bubba. wake up darlin' you haven't eaten anything." Only if Harry knew how it has become a routine.

You woke up with little yawns and cute rubs of eyes making your Harry giggle and shower you in his loud wet kisses. The storm had yet to come. When your eyes fell over your clothes anxiety ignited in all of your body and you pushed him not even glimpesing at the awfully hurt eyes he got after that.

You quickly covered yourself with duvet with wide eyes stuttering, "why did you changed my clothes." You don't want him to look at you when you're so out of shape and not feeling physically appreciative in yourself even though you're exactly how you were before.

This's what happens when someone puts the seed of insecurities inside you.

Harry did what he has been doing the whole day, frowned in confusion he doesn't want to think you're done with him and doesn't loves him anymore but it's flickering through his mind.

"M'sorry, jus' thought that I always used to change you. You wouldn't mind." At this you strewned your lip inside not to cry at your situation how do you tell him what you're feeling?

He fumbled with his rings. Shaking your head you stood up but a train of dizziness making you knock your knees with the beds foot and Harry was on his feet wrapping you in his arms.

"You need to eat. m'not takin' any excuses. When was the last time you ate?" He was furious at you. He doesn't care if you push him this time too. He loves you too much to let you ruin your health like this. When even you forgot that what was the last time you ate a proper meal He shook his head in exasperation.

The door to ensuite bathroom was open wide as he sat a tray of pasta and two plates infront of you, his head craned in your direction as you examined yourself in the bright lit mirror.

Pinching your slightest pouch then turning a little to have a proper look of yourself. Harry didn't said anything he just observed you joining the dots clearing his throat, "come to me, pet." He made space for you and you tried to give him a smile that came out wavering.

Eating in silence. After, so much time it feels like eating a proper meal's a blessing but you couldn't eat much giving it to Harry and he took it from you kissing your head.

"Sorry." You mumbled and he stood taking the trays with himself raising his finger in air gesturing you to wait.

He waddled back not thinking twice and taking you in his arms, burying his nose into your hair as you did into his sweater cuddling closer to him.

"I know you're not feelin' good. Bad days happens with all of us." His lips lingered over your hair and he's missing the usual smell of your shampoo. He smoothed down your arms and it's the proper cuddle you're sharing after so long.

"Whateva' goin' with you tell me whenev' you're ready." His finger tucks under your chin thumb circling over your softest skin.

You just wanted to let it all out but decided against it thinking you're gonna get back to normal and everything would be okay.

Sensing your hesitation just from the beats of your heart he reminded you looking you straight in your eyes, "remember. I'm gonna love you forever and always. Whateva' it takes for m'body to."

You nodded giving a chaste kiss to his lips and both of your eyes fluttered at that warmth, his fingers dipping into your hips.

Next day you were way better. Hanging out with Harry's bestest friend at café near your home, Harry has his arm slinged around your shoulder keeping you close to him as he talked joyously.

"What would you like to eat bunny? Brownie?" He asked you knowing how much you love brownies. If anyone wants to have their way to your heart it's always brownies and chocolates.

When you first started dating Harry, he knew how much you loved chocolates so he would bring a box of different chocolates with one tulip everytime he used to visit you. He used to fed those delights to you (with a kiss in return of each) so much that you had a sugar crash once which isn't your proudest moment.

You shook your head at which his friend quips, "ooooh dieting miss?" Then that same damn insecurity came back rushing to you and when you looked down then to her asking her innocently Harry's heart broke into millions pieces, realization dawning on him with a jab.

"Do you think I need to diet?" She shakes her head vigorously trying to make you understand that her intention wasn't to make you feel bad, "hey no. you're perfectly healthy I was just teasing you." You nod at her with a little "oh." and after that Harry felt you zoning out away from him emotionally.

At home on your bed while Harry rummaged through drawers for your favourite sushi socks you pondered over everything quietly, it's frustrating him. Your silence's killing him. He wants his bubbly bunny back who used to hop in excitement, who used to crack boomer jokes with him, who used to eat brownies and chocolates like it's her last sweetness.

"Bunny..." He gave a squeeze to your ankle after slipping your feet into warm socks, "talk t' me yeah? 'S killin' me." You sapped your teeth into your lower lip.

"It's been hard Harry. Very very hard." He cradles your jaw and you continued, "my head used to ache so bad while studying, eyes used to sting and I stopped eating anything...." Tears bearing at your eyeline and Harry scoots closer to you. He feels awful.

".....n' and you weren't there. I missed you so much you know...wanted to sleep in your arms after a long day...." You were full on sobbing now and Harry's own lip wobbled he can't see you crying especially when he's the reason.

"M' s' sorry baby. Such a dickhead I'm." He wipes your tears with his hands lost inside you hair and thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

"Then again people had to throw it on my face that I've gained extra fats—" Harry grunted at this nose flaring, "who the fuck told ya—oh my god." His eyes enlarging and he felt so fucking remorseful that this's what you were insecure of from days.

"Listen to me y/n. You're exactly like how you were baby. Except more beautiful. Don't let any man, any woman to tell you that you're not. Don't let 'em hurt ye' bunny." He pulled you in his lap kissing your cheeks as you cried into his shoulder and he let you because you need it.

"Never hide your body from me bubba. You know that I worship it with my whole heart." He murmured and now you're full on crying with breath hitching, hiccuping like an innocent baby.

"M' an' awful person." He protested knuckles feathering your jaw, "no you're not."

"Yes I'm. You love me so much and–and I wanted to say mean hurtful things to you." You huffed at him when he smiled musingly, "because I was the one never giving my all lovin" to you how you deserve in the very first place. No' made sure you were eatin' properly or not, you know how worried I got findin' you practically drenched with sweat in bed that day? It was because of your low blood pressure."

He squeezes you in his arms, sponging light kisses at the side of your neck while you closed your eyes and he slipped his hand under your shirt tickling you hooking his thumb in your belly button.

"I'll love your soul in every body." His affectionate words soon turned into cheeky ones, "anddd yeh' know how much I like pregnant women."

You giggled at him smacking his shoulder but he captured it interlacing your fingers kissing the gap of your each knuckle.

That night. You guys made dinner together eating it with a big smile and gratefully for Harry you licked your plate clean.

"Sweets?" You asked him with a lowered gaze and a tilt of your head. He tapped his lips teasingly straddling you over his thigh and a moan fused into warm air when your lips slotted into perfect missing puzzles.

He admired. Sipped. Adored every inch of you tasting your mouth while his fingers kissed the dip of your waist and thighs.

"Hmm. Close your eyes open your mouth." He pecked your lips placing his thumb over your tongue and you obeyed closing your eyes shut.

Soon his thumb was replaced with dark sweetness and you instantly got on what he has done, immediately opening your eyes chewing the chocolate. Tangerine bursting on your tongue as the chocolate cracked open.

"Such a cute little mouth chews just like a bunny." He moans against your lips swiping at the hint of chocolate on your lower lip and you mumbled an appreciative 'thank you.' to him which was soon captured by his own mouth in the form of passionate kiss.

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P.s: I freakin' love chocolates and this whole situation I wrote it on me because I know I've alot of people struggling through the same difficulty the thing's we've to be our own Harry.

[helliontherapscallion]

Not to be a Karen, but yall do realize that writers on tumblr giving you anon access is a privilege, right? It can be taken away as easily as it is given to you.

I'm seeing so many amazing authors on here getting undeserved hate and it breaks my heart to see it. For some reason, hate anons have been really getting ballsy lately.

Yall really need to realize that coming into someone's ask box with nothing but unkind words isnt okay. I cant believe this has to be addressed, but if someone does something on the internet that you personally dont like, simply scroll past and block that person/tag. Would you like it if someone were to call you rude names or use your mental illness against you?? Treat others how you want to be treated. ((Yall we learn this in kindergarten, it ain't that hard of a concept to understand. I've met children nicer than some of you and children are literally satan spawn))

For a lot of writers on here (myself included), tumblr is one of the few safe spaces available where we can be who we want to be without the stress of daily life constantly breathing down our necks. It's an escape for many of us and a way for us to vent without feeling judged.

Hating someone for what they're passionate about is literally so scummy. If you're one of those people, I hope you step in a huge steaming pile of dog shit barefooted. I hope you crave something specific but never figure out what it is. I hope that you stub your toe on every single chair leg you walk past.

Civilly suck my balls and go fuck yourself with the rustiest, tetanus riddled spatula,

Hellion the Rapscallion 😘