#I’m gonna try to finish it digital so I can move on to my other comissions

[cryptfile]

deleted this question since i’m plain DUMB, but here’s a lil something for you bb, stablished relationship cause carmy deserves better </3

MINORS DNI

“so, this right here are the best things you can cook?” carmen asks resisting the urgency to check on the shrimps you seemed to be overcooking by all the time they stood over the fire at maximum heat.

“why are you saying it like it’s nothing?” you ask in response, looking at everything you managed to cook being the celebration of your first-month-anniversary with your boyfriend (a day later cause he forgets every little detail in his private life) — “this right here my dear chef, ‘s the best strawberry pie you’ll ever try. consider yourself lucky.”

he don’t believe you at first, of course he wouldn’t. An awarded chef that enjoys an almost too-sweet pie recipe from your aunt? Seems almost imposible to believe, especially when he had the first bite and stayed in full silence for at least three minutes making you scared of actually going too far with the condensed milk.

but then he gave you this look, the look of «holy shit babe, this is the best pie i've ever had» that makes your chest swell in pure pride, almost not believing he actually liked something you make having zero knowledge in anything technical — christ, you even burnt pancakes without even trying.

so you try to understand how exactly you end up in that position, trapped beneath the palm of his hand close to the edge of your bed, ragged breathing as your hand grabs the bedsheet beneath you, looking for something to hold on to even for a minute. You're clueless about how you actually finish up with your cheek pressed against the mattress, surrounded of that new bliss that fills your shitty apartment as he buries himself deep inside you in the intimacy of your room.

must have been when he caught you cleaning up moments later, mouth all fucking sweet and tasting like strawberry. almost exactly sure that it should have been the moment he pressed himself against you, no questions asked, brushing his lips against the crook of your neck.

"care to share the recipe with me? wanna try a couple things" he asks behind you, breathing colliding against your skin. and yes, it's equally as rewarding as winning an extremely hard race.

"wanna' change the recipe of my family? are you serious right now?" he thinks he has fucked up everything for almost a second, but your smile lights the whole room when you give him a chuckle of pure fun, and he can breathe in peace. "fuck yes, carm. of course i'll give it to you. works with any fruit, i just happen' to love strawberries though."

he seems happy with your answer — however, you're still unsure of how he exactly dragged you to your bed.

you're not complaining, never would. Way down buried in a new haze of pleasure while he keeps you against the warm surface, fucking you in an steady pace at first as he moves your hips himself, hammering against you soon after. it's addicting, and he's so pleased about how you react to it.

"relax baby," he would say in a rough voice, he's still relatively new to all of this intense sex life since he started dating you not so long ago, making sure you really are enjoying yourself as much as he is.

the chef hums in response, and you know, just from his voice alone, he's going borderline mental as your tense muscles relax under his touch — "lemme' take care of you sweetheart, you doin' it s'good f'me."

he's a man of his word, so he does what he says. he knows how to get you, so when the room seems to become smaller than what trully is, the sound of the skin slapping against you, ragging in your ear mixing with the moans and groans you two make, he places his fingers right over your clit, the force of his pushing enough to make you move against his digits as he digs the other hand in your hip so hard you think's gonna leave a bruise behind.

he's so close already, always so fucking close with you he has to force himself not to cum. face all flushed while he pounds into you, concentrated in the little sounds you make, how your ass looks from that position while his cock stretches you out, the way your fists grabs the sheets trying to keep yourself together.

carmy's determined to make you feel him everywhere, pulling deeper against you — "look at you s'pretty" he says, stumbling over his words as he spoke "how did i get such a good girl just f'me?"

"good fuckin' lord squeezing me like that," the chef curses under his breath, sweat covering his body. "you close, princess?"

you cannot answer. you cannot say anything but instead nod in response, the act of talking seeming almost impossible as you let out a strangled moan, victim of a warm feeling on your chest as you finally reach the orgasm, the waves colliding in your stomach when he keeps on fucking you through it at a relentless pace, even when his own cum is already leaking out of you.

and when he finally kisses you, damned you'll be forever.

cause you can still feel the taste of condensed milk and strawberries lingering on his lips, and it's enough to make you crave some more.

[trendywaifus]

because I am horrendously down bad for top! HSR women x gn reader with the thing that starts with a c and ends with a k

Rank your fav HSR women or any randoms if you can think of it at their head/hand game, my hormones are not helping me lord

gotchu, stinkie butt. cw: gn with a dick, teasing, blowjobs, handjobs

they’re not ranked them from order but here! i already did stelle and robin so here’s a few that I like.

8/10. sliver wolf would be good at handjobs for obvious reasons. she’s a full time hacker and gamer so i know she’ll have you cumming within a minute. before you, she didn’t have any sexual experience with anyone but, because the girl watches porn (ik she’s on that freaky timing) she herself considers it ‘experience.’

her deft fingers circles around the fat of your cock, giving it a light squeeze despite her dusty grey staying glued to the computer screen. you stifle back a soft groan, slightly gripping the mouse firmly for a brief moment as you try to focus your attention on the game in front of you. it’s already starting to be futile when her thumb teases your puffy slit. “ y-you couldn’t wait until i’m done with this match, silvie? “ you ask with a strained voice. she pops her gum nonchalantly, stroking your length in a relaxed pace. “ what? can’t get ace without me touching you? “

she fastens her pace, your jaw tenses. luckily your mic was muted because you can hardly contain the small noises escaping from your lips. “ y-yes. .!” you half-moaned, nearly hunching over the desk. sliver wolf’s warm palm drags down your shaft. then, she’d come back from the base and only stroke the swelling head of your cock, the trickling pleasure adds to the hot tension in your abdomen. few minutes in and you can’t even focus anymore—it’s all her fault. you easily ended up dying to an enemy agent and you’d rather much be afk than to continue to play like this.

“ oh my god. .” you lean back into the gaming chair, biting your lip when you feel a digit trace a sensitive, prominent vein. your girlfriend smirks, a sense of pride filling her veins at you unable to finish the game due to her edging you. it’s a shame you’ll get a penalty for being afk though.

10/10. kafka is a queen at giving head and handies. we all are familiar with the type of timing she’s on. himeko and kafka are fighting first place fr.

“ don’t stop. .please don’t stop. “ you’d beg through gritted teeth. kafka’s amused smile grows almost an inch wilder as she sees your sweaty face cutely crunch up with ecstasy from her bare hand pumping your throbbing member. “ mm, what makes you think i will?” she asks with a teasing pitch in her raspy voice, pupil-less eyes closely observing the way your teeth would visibly bite down on your bottom lip whenever her hand ascend towards the leaking tip with a skillful twist of her wrist.

you don’t respond to her question, instead, you tip your head backwards, spilling out a moanful groan. seated between your legs, she leans her upper body forward and gives your cockhead a teasing kitty lick. your thighs twitch and your head comes back to peer down at kafka. “ good. eyes on me, i want you to hold it. “ she commands. you do, watching with hazy, lidded eyes as her wet tongue flattens against the base and drags up your shaft.

your eyes meet kafka’s and you nearly cum from the exchange of intimate contact. her eyelids lower, pinkish purple eyes gleaming with blatant lust that has you whining.

7/10, firefly is inexperienced but she’s gonna try her best to please you.

your lips moves with firefly’s in a languid kiss, desperation slowly showing through fleeting touches and hushed whispers. her knee sinks between your parted legs, a single hand placed on the mattress next to your hip for support while the other shyly palm the growing tenting in your boxers. “ can i? “ she whispers between kisses. your fingers card through her pale grey locks as you kiss her again with fervor. you answer her question silently by gingerly grasping her wrist and guiding her hand pass through the waistband of your underwear.

a cute, muffled noise rumbles from her chest when she fully holds you in her hand. even if she has already touched you like this a few times now, she still feels embarrassed. “ y-you don’t have to ask. “ you breath, letting out a soft groan as firefly stiffly strokes you through your boxers. it takes her minute to find her confidence before she gains an easy pace. firefly can feel her own arousal swell in the pits of her belly and flow down to her core at the sound of your moanful groans and whimpers.

“ just like that, baby, you’re doing g-great. “ you compliment in a strained voice, buckling your hips to her strokes, encouraging her to continue. meanwhile, your quivering breaths mingle from the constant chasing of each other’s lips. firefly’s chest blooms with warmth for the umpteenth time as your palm touches her flushed cheek. like this time and many times before, you pull her into a dizzying kiss that nearly has her become the feeling of intoxicated.

9/10. I don’t really play wuthering waves, but ik yinlin would be my fav. i love her pointed ears and the moles on her face fr. I feel like she looks like the type to be freaky but she actually isn’t but capable. i think she doesn’t have much or any experience with romantic partners because it’s mentioned in her story that she’s mostly to herself. however, she’d def be a loving and ‘handy’ partner if she opens up and has full trust in you. if she’s ooc. .i tried.

“ you’ve always been so good to me. “ yinlin whispers into your ear, a sharp nail gingerly runs down your arm, provoking a shiver of anticipation down your back. you’re the most precious person who she holds dear in her heart. even after years of her handing you small pieces of her secrets and past, you held them tight in your hands and patiently stayed. once she finally given you everything she had, you pieced them together like a grand puzzle and stepped back—not in fear or disgust, but with an empathetic smile on your easy features. yinlin finally knew at that moment she finally have found someone who’d walk through the ends of the world by her side. she place a singular kiss to your earlobe and blows a gentle puff of hot air against it. you squirm a bit; a raspy chuckle escapes from her. her hand trail down your bare thigh and tenderly massages the supple skin. yinlin’s head shifts down right under your ear and peppers damp kisses down the column of your neck. “ allow me to return the favor like always, my sweetheart. “

a strained groan erupts from your throat when you feel the red-head wrap her hand around your half-flaccid length. the tips of her canines carefully drag along your heated flesh of your neck. she begin to stroke you until you’re fully hard and desperate for more than just her hand. your eyes flutter close, lips parting to moan as she lightly sucks at a small patch of your skin, leaving behind a red blotch. yinlin smiles softly at the breathy call of her name. she pulls away from your neck to examine the cute expression on your face. “ i’m barely doing anything and you’re already unraveling like this. cute. “

yinlin leans forward and presses her lips against against your parted ones. she wastes no time in tilting her head to kiss you deeply. she feels herself getting needy from the taste of your lips, the addicting sweetness has her squeezing her thighs together. her tongue slips into your panting mouth, exploring everything you have to offer inside. the small moans, pants, and the occasional twitching of your cock admittedly makes her desperate.

after a prolonged moment, yinlin pulls away so you can catch your own breath. with half-lidded, lustful eyes, she licks the string of saliva sticking to her shimmery pink lips and gracefully transitions her body down between your legs. you breathe out, “ w-wait, l-let me—ooohh. .” your lover replaces her hand with the hotness of her mouth, leaving you a whiny mess. she swirls her tongue around the swollen tip, tasting the slight salty taste of your precum. her head then descends as she takes more of you in her mouth with practiced ease. she sucks firmly at your shaft, pale cheeks slightly hollow as she does.

you whine, toes curling with pleasure. she eases her way up before going back down again, repeating the same ministration several times until you’re begging for her to slow down. “ y-yinlin, slow down, i-i don’t want to make a mess. “ it’s ironic because you’re already a cute mess yourself. if yinlin can giggle right now, she would. her brows raise in amusement as she glances up at you. she rubs your knees in a form of acknowledgment and slows her pace. however, she continues to skillfully use the flat of her tongue to pleasure you.

if you want her to slow down, sure. but, she doesn’t mind for things to get messy if she gets to hear more of your pathetic but adorable begging.

[grimesgirll]

Hi, can you write a smut where Rick has prosthesis (like in The Ones Who Live) and he uses his amputated hand to fuck the reader? Pretty please

“honey, you’re gonna have to keep it down.”

you want to scream. “i’m trying.”

a look as dark as his prosthetic washes over rick. “well, you’re gonna have to try harder, sweetheart, because this is pathetic.”

you know that you need to shut up. you’re practically belting out for everyone - including your commanding officers - to hear. how do you keep the volume down when a state of the art human prosthetic is poking and prodding the pleasure out of you though?

it’s an impossible feat with rick and his military grade finger toying with your cunt. your lips can’t help but overflow with sweet, carnal yearnings for him, not when he’s down there cooing sweet praises into your clit himself.

“so wet down here, baby, does this thing really get you goin’?” to emphasize his point, rick twists a bionic finger inside of you.

“yes,” you’re trying to whisper quietly.

“tight little thing, fuck,” rick comments, plugging you with another unyielding digit.

“shit!”

“hey,” rick chides in that forbidding tone. chilled blue eyes bore into yours. “keep it down or the fingers come out of your pretty little cunt.”

understanding, you nod. “i won’t do it again,” you promise, plump lips pleading your case.

“better not,” your superior agrees and sinks further to his knees to land between your shaking, soft thighs.

like a soldier embarking on a mission, rick dutifully positions himself, fingers and tongue, between your folds and makes you forget where you are for a hot second.

rick’s skilled mouth is more of an escape than you could’ve dreamed off. laving up and down your clit like your pussy is nothing more than the world’s most delicious piece of candy. “sweet girl,” he praises to prove it and all you can do is clutch his bronzed curls.

you’re covered in sweat by this point. rick is straight abusing your poor little pussy and your patience. bleary eyed, you’re gripping onto the sheets and grasping at any chance to ground yourself and not buck up into rick’s face. every groan of his vibrates straight into your tight, slick hole.

that hot blinding second catches up to you again and your cunt is spasming around the finger finishing you off.

“rick, rick,” you chant in a low whimper, gyrating your hips against your fellow officer’s stubble.

“you love clenchin’ down nice and tight, huh?” he questions.

the red painting your face doesn’t embarrass you long as the pleasure and pressure, complimenting and contrasting each other comes to a toe curling conclusion. the fireworks rick is setting off in your nether region manifest all over his face and in the delightful overtone settling into your senses.

flushed from build up and the break down, your legs are still moving on their own. those fat, artificial fingers and his godlike tongue aren’t enough. now you need to feel him pressed flush against you and your body knee deep in the mattress.

you nearly throw yourself at him when he rises from the bed and begins buckling his pants again.

“please!” you’re on the verge of tears. “you can’t just leave me like this. without even offering to fuck me!”

your fellow soldier raises an eyebrow at you. “leave you like what? having come twice? is that so awful?”

not caring about your lack of gratitude, you return his irritated demeanor and kick your feet at him lightly. before you know it, he’s grasping a foot and bringing it up to your shin, crossing it and hovering over you.

“you couldn’t be quiet enough to take my cock.”

“i promise i would be!”

“you almost woke up all of base just from my fingers.”

whimpering, you refuse to take no for an answer. “there has to be something i can do to change your mind,” you ponder allowed, wondering what rick is cooking up when he’s suddenly meeting your glance again with a smug look.

“why don’t you show me how bad you need me, sweetheart?”

[imaginedanvrs]

do u have any other sub carol ideas??

yes. always yes

warnings: thigh grinding, degrading, praise

“Quit squirming,” you huffed, pushing the blonde down further into the mattress. You couldn’t help the smile that quickly replaced the slight irritation when Carol whined into the sheets, struggling to fight the chase for her own pleasure. “Just stay still and let me- fuck,” you hissed when your clit rolled over a particularly tense muscle in the back of Carol’s thigh. 

  “Please,” Carol whimpered as she turned her head to the side. “Let me see you.” She sounded so pitiful you almost agreed, but depriving her of what she wanted while you used her to get off was far too tantalising a thought not to see through to the end. 

  “Stop moving so much and I’ll think about it,” you lied. You were setting her up for failure anyway. “I can see you trying to hump the mattress, are you that desperate that you can’t wait for me to finish?” You mocked, grinding small circles into her thigh as you listened to her whine. 

  “No, I’m sorry!” Despite her words, the Captain was still unable to stop herself finding the friction between her soaked cunt and the bed. You chuckled at the sight, finding a great deal of entertainment in how desperate Carol had become. It was never hard to get her like that. 

  “That’s better,” you moaned lightly, dragging your hips over the wet patch that glistened on her skin. “You feel so good against me, princess,” you told her, speeding up your actions after so long of drawing it out just to tease the blonde. She was so easy to wind up. 

  “Use me,” she moaned, trying to catch a glimpse of your blissed features until you forced her head back into the bed and used it as leverage to fuck yourself with. The new angle made your clit peak out more and you gushed over Carol’s thigh. 

  “That’s my good girl,” you sighed, locking your thighs around her own. “My good slut,” you added, knowing what it did to her. “Gonna make me cum.”

  “Please,” the Captain begged, her hips moving on their own once more, like she didn’t have an ounce of control over her needs. You had to do everything for her, so you grabbed her hips with your free hand and held them firmly against the mattress until you felt your orgasm hit you. 

  You cursed and Carol seemed to moan louder than you when she felt you soak her thigh and frantically ride out the pleasure you were overcome with, all while gazing down at your helpless lover who was no doubt making her own mess on the bed. You smiled, high on your bliss and the unwavering power you had over Carol as she continued to squirm and whine as you slowed your hips down.   Keeping her thighs wedged apart with your own, you dipped your hand down between her legs and ran your fingers through her soaked cunt, groaning at the excessive wetness that coated your digits. “Gods, you’re so needy,” you chuckled, feeling Carol clench around your fingertips. “Too bad you haven’t earned anything yet.”

[saradrewitt]

SARAH JACKALOPE I DESPERATELY NEED YOUR HELP WITH LEARNING HOW TO DRAW A TERZO EMERITUS PLEASE GET BACK TO ME

Hi! I’m so sorry this took a bit to answer!

FULL DISCLOSURE I am literally the worst person to ask because the way I do it always changes but I appreciate your trust in my inconstancy! I also have a hard time drawing him or the other papas for that matter without a reference. I can try to help the best way I can. here we go, I really hope this helps!

So the number don represent the order but just what I'll explain. First always consider the shape of the face I know this is just the sketch but we always start somewhere. 

(1) Take a look at the basic jaw structure my style always make it longer than it should be but in this case I'm taking in the fact that while I made this tutorial I was looking at a photo reference. (2) Then the ears. (3) The basic middle line mark. (4) Two lines are of course for the eyes and you must realize that our eye level matches the tip of the ears show in the picture for remember that. (5) What I personally do when I draw noses it just help with a realistic measurement of the brows and the nose size. if we’re looking at this through a stylized realism way, remember that the distance between the eyes is matched by the size of the nose. this is not the case for some people but look at refs of people’s noses and see that the size of the eyes is the same size of the nose.(6) The first initial circle is the base, but remember that that won’t be the size of a head. so expand it a little bit so there is extra room to get that hairline and detail when we get to that part (I ended up not paying attention and ngl Terzo ended up with a big ass head but shhhhh I warned you)....

I went ahead and did some detail work but this is what we’ll be seeing when I draw them. from pictures you can see the age lines and it’s really just a matter if you want the detail or not, done people can do that with little detail and make it look good but my style is in constant crises all the time so this is how I do it. you can also why I have the base sketch on top of my “lineart”.

So Terzo’s hair specifically is weird in my opinion. I normally have a part I go off from when I draw hair but his just has to be weird. Either way, when I draw his I go down from the middle and just make it both have that volume and fluff he normally has. (Agin in the end result I polished it up so his part is that square like formation seen in pictures).

Okay now the fun part, the papal makeup! The deep pink lines are the base sketch I usually draw up so when I color and shade it can be adjusted if needed. It also helps me know that proportions are somewhat realistic but with a small hint of my style as well. Idk I'm still in a style crisis as we speak and it’s gotten a lot worse since I've joined this fandom. 

When I think everything looks good I work with the black and color it. I normally like using our black when I work with lineart to give it that ink look. I called this blunt lineart (and shading cuz like I said my style is very inconsistent). Now if you’re working digitally I do this type of coloring on a layer on top of this sketch so when I low the opacity I can see if my placement is correct (again just of needed). if I think I got most of it correct that’s where I go I with my next step. 

Wow, it’s looking like Terzo now, look at our sweet boy with the rbf, Blessimo!

So in these next few steps I just add the white and added purple wrinkle likes that were cover by the blunt lineart. You can make those line grey or white depending on your style but I like adding his colors when I draw him digitally so that’s an option. Once I have everything done I just against as needed then move on.  

Lastly I finish up the lineart, work on some shadow work and add color, for sketched I don’t really do that but in this case I placed a color pallet I usually work with (it’s still gonna be inconsistent as I go) but this is usually what I do when I draw him. honestly to god my methods and process changes but I at least hope this was a helpful guide.

[the-cult-of-russo]

Just Beneath The Flames (Part 1)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: Soooo, I wanted to do a zombie AU for a long ass time. What can I say? I wrote for the walking dead fandom for yeeears lmao. Anyway, the first scene came to me and I just started writing. No idea where it's going or if it's gonna be good, but I guess we'll see lol

I told myself I wouldn’t post this until it was finished but as I’m writing this author note, I’m just starting chapter 7 and I have no idea how far this will go and I’ve been dying to post this lmao. I figured I’d start posting it and see what happens but after these 6 chapters are posted that I’ve already written up (I’ll post one a day), there might be some delays and stuff. I can’t promise chapters after that will be consistently everyday as I’ll be writing it. I’ll do my best. I posted Poetic Tragedy as I went too and all the kind words people left really encouraged me and inspired me to keep going.

Name of this one is from the song of the same name by Digital Daggers.

We were kings and queens of bedlam

We were happy to exist,

In discomfort we’d created

Though we dreamed of more than this

We had embers in our bloodlines

Iron lungs beneath our skin

Though our hearts were barely beating

We were bleeding out within

We’re at a stalemate,

Begging for the earth to shake,

Wondering if the winds will change

And blow us all away,

We are in the dark age

Tell me it was worth the pain,

Will the wild winds sing again

And blow us all away?

Or will we stay

Everything the same?

Oooh, stay,

Just beneath the flames

Just beneath the flames

We were wary of the future

How the days drew on and on,

With our eyes so widely open,

Tried to see where we’d gone wrong.

We were bold and we were brazen

But grew timid over time,

In our fear we lost direction,

And our dreams left us behind,

We’re at a stalemate,

Begging for the earth to shake,

Wondering if the winds will change

And blow us all away

We are in the dark age

Tell me it was worth the pain,

Will the wild winds sing again

And blow us all away?

Or will we stay

Everything the same?

Oooh, stay,

Waiting for a change,

Oooh stay,

Just beneath the flames

Just beneath the flames

—------

You crouched low, hiding in the shadows as you darted from one tree to another. The forest was bathed in darkness, the only light coming from the campfire that was calling you like a moth to the flame. Either these people were stupid or they were really sure of themselves. You'd never declare your whereabouts like this. You were hiding behind a tree, eyeing up the campsite. There were two women quietly talking among themselves, two children asleep next to them. There was a stocky man with short hair poking at the fire, a man with longer and messier hair beside him as he spoke in a hushed tone. There was a man with a darker complexion asleep not too far from the women and he had two guys next to him. One also had longer hair and he was slightly bigger than the more slender man next to him. The slender man's eyes never seemed to land on anything as he smiled and spoke to the other man. You wondered if he was blind but you couldn't be sure. You weren't too bothered with the people though. What drew your attention, what brought you here to begin with, were the crates of tins and other various foods. Your stomach growled like one of the dead as you stared at your prize, trying to figure out the best way of going about this without getting caught. They didn't just have food, they had weapons too. You wondered what was also in the black van parked on the road just outside the treeline. That was the first sign people were here and then you'd seen the light of the fire. 

You adjusted your scarf and was just about to move when you felt something feeling suspiciously like a gun being pressed to the back of your head.

"Don't fuckin' move," a voice growled and you felt your heart stutter. You'd sworn to yourself you wouldn't rob people again after the last time but you'd been desperate. Your hand inched ever so slowly to the knife strapped to your thigh but then the gun pressed even harder against your head.

"Don't even think about it," he hissed.

"You really gonna use that thing? It's just ringing the dinner bell for the dead," you muttered plainly, your body tense as your eyes darted around. You weren't sure how you were getting out of this one and memories swarmed your mind at a rapid rate. 

"We'd be long gone by then, but your body will still be warm enough for 'em to wanna bite," the man murmured darkly as he grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet. He whistled sharply then and you jumped slightly, body tensing even more when the group looked over, some of them coming to see what was going on. The stocky man who had been poking the fire came right over to you, his face hard and cold as he drew his own gun. 

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked harshly.

"That's really none of your business now, is it?" You snapped. You couldn't help it, not when you were backed into a corner like this. Not when you had guns on you. The man from behind you moved around you then, moving to stand with the other man, his gun still trained on you. He was tall, his dark hair somehow neat and slicked back. But his eyes were almost black and the fire in them made you turn away from him.

"Why are you here?" The stocky man asked, glaring at you so hard you were surprised you didn't burst into flames. You shifted where you stood, uncomfortable under this scrutiny and unsure of your fate.

"I was gonna rob some food," you muttered honestly.

"I call bullshit," the man with the dark eyes scoffed.

"Where's your group?" The other man pressed, narrowing his eyes. 

"I don't have one," you bit out.

"You really expect us to believe that? That you're out here all on your own and doin' just fine?" The dark-eyed man laughed incredulously.

"I wouldn't say fine, but I'm still breathing if that counts," you glowered at him.

"Nah, I don't believe this bullshit," the man huffed, turning to a blonde woman who was hovering near the other man.

"Go get Matt, get him to do his heartbeat thing," he instructed, making her nod and scurry back off to the camp.

"The heartbeat thing?" You asked slowly. He turned back to you then with a dark smirk.

"Let's just say we got a human lie detector," he grinned patronizingly.

"Great, then he can tell you that you're an asshole who's wrong," you smiled back, just as patronizingly. His eyes narrowed to slits as he rolled his shoulder. The blonde came back then with a man, the one you suspected was blind. You were even more sure with your observation at the way he didn't quite look at you as he stood with the other men.

"We need you to do your thing, Red. See if she's lyin'," the stocky man muttered, his untrusting eyes going from the man back to you. 

"You're scared," the maybe blind man stated, tilting his head a little. You guessed he was using whatever mojo he had to listen to your heart beat like a hummingbird's wings. 

"She should be," the dark-eyed man scoffed, earning a small smack to the stomach from the stocky man who gave him a look. 

"I have guns pointed at me, I'd be stupid not to be scared," you pointed out sardonically. 

You watched as the stocky man and the blind one looked at each other, or at least seemed to before the blind one nodded. 

"Why are you here?" The stocky man asked once again. You rolled your eyes, shifting where you stood.

"I haven't eaten in four days and I saw your van on the road. I followed the light of your fire and saw you had food. I was going to take some," you explained monotonously. The blind man's head was tilted and then he 'glanced' at the stocky man.

"She's telling the truth," he said quietly.

"Do you have a group?" The stocky man asked, looking at you a little more curious than hostile and you wondered if he was starting to realize you weren't a threat. 

"No," you muttered, feeling a wave of pain hit you in the chest. 

"She's being honest," the blind man murmured with a nod. The stocky man nodded thoughtfully and you shot a condescending smirk to the dark-eyed man who just glared at you. 

"You rob groups like this often?" The stocky man asked you and you shook your head with a frown. 

"I only do it if I'm desperate, the last time was three months ago but after that… " you trailed off, the urge to touch your throat stinging you but your hands stayed at your side since the guns were still pointed your way.

"Are they the ones that left the scar?" The blind man asked softly, his voice sounding apologetic. Your head whipped to him, shock coloring your face. You blinked at him slowly and he shot you an almost sheepish smile as he looked down. 

"Look, I wasn't gonna hurt anyone, okay? I was just hungry and desperate and you looked like you had more than enough. Just let me leave," you muttered with a frown. The stocky man lowered his gun but the dark-eyed man didn't until he got another firm look from the other man. You started to wonder if the stocky man was the leader here. The blonde woman who had been hovering once again then rushed over to the crates of food and started rummaging. 

"Karen… what the fuck are you doin'?" The dark-eyed man asked roughly.

"You heard what she said, Billy. She hasn't eaten in four days, we can at least give her something," the woman huffed, giving him a sour look as she plucked a couple of cans from the crate and a bottle of water. She rushed back over to you then with a warm smile and it made your chest ache. You really hadn't expected this. 

"Here, I hope this helps," she murmured. Your mouth floundered for a moment, unsure how to respond. It had been a long time since you'd experienced kindness from anyone, especially a stranger. 

"Uh… thanks," you muttered, slipping your backpack off your shoulders before stuffing the cans and water inside. You were starving but you'd eat once you left. You didn't really want to stick around in case they changed their mind. You slipped your backpack back on, eyes darting around the group. While yes, they'd just been pointing guns at you and interrogating you, it was understandable in this new world. But now they were letting you go and giving you some of their supplies. You didn't like feeling in debt to anyone.

"I um… since you helped me, I can give you some info to help you too," you started hesitantly. They two men were still watching you like you were a bomb about to go off. 

"What is it?" The stocky man asked warily. You licked your chapped lower lip, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. 

"There's a group around these parts and they aren't good news. You know how some people are… the living can be worse than the dead out here," you frowned. 

"They the ones that hurt you?" The stocky man asked, his tone a little softer although his body seemed more tense and on alert at your words. You nodded jerkily, trying to push the memories away. 

"I came across them a few months ago and I was starving, I needed food. They caught me trying to rob them," you muttered.

"What happened?" The stocky man asked carefully.  You sniffled, cracking your neck a little.

"These guys… they're real assholes. And I'm talking about the ‘take what you want and kill anyone in your way’ kind of assholes. There's ten or eleven of them, all armed to the teeth with guns and a shit tonne of knives. They didn't take too kindly to me trying to take what was theirs. They… they slit my throat and left me for dead," your hands clenched into fists in your pockets as a barrage of memories hit you. 

"They slit your throat?" The dark-eyed man scoffed incredulously, an amused smirk on his face like he didn't believe you. You tugged your scarf down a little, revealing the jagged scar along your throat as you quirked a brow at him and he looked away. 

"Wha- How did you survive?" The blonde gasped, blinking at you with wide eyes. 

"Let's just say the guy that did this wasn't very good with a knife," you snorted mirthlessly.

"And you were able to just walk away, stitch it back up yourself and you're fine?" The dark-eyed man asked skeptically.

"I didn't stitch it up myself, I had help," you muttered tensely.

"Thought you didn't have a group," he glowered, eyes narrowing at you.

"I don't, not anymore," you bit out and the man's mouth clamped shut. 

"Andy… he was the last in our group, we were the only ones left. He was a doctor before all this and he stitched me up the best he could," your voice was laced in pain as you hastily fixed your scarf back in place. 

"What happened to him?" The stocky man asked quietly. 

"He got bit, asked me to put him down," you swallowed thickly. You were sure the sound of that gunshot would haunt you until your dying day. 

There was a tense silence that overtook you all then and you decided it was time to duck out. Before you could leave though, the stocky man piped up again. 

"This group, any idea where they are?" He asked, a dark look in his eyes. 

"Last I saw them, they were down by the creek just east of here. They move around a lot but I keep tabs on them so I know where to avoid," you shrugged. He nodded looking deep in thought for a moment. 

"Could you show me where?" He asked after a long moment. An inelegant snort left your lips as you looked at him like he'd grown another head. 

"Didn't you hear anything I just said? These guys are kill on sight and the last time I saw them, they tried to kill me. They think I'm dead and I'd like to keep it that way," you huffed incredulously.

"I get that… I get that you're scared, but if you show me where they are, they won't be a problem for you anymore," the stocky man said as he raised a brow at you. 

"What, are you gonna take them all out? You're outnumbered and outgunned, how the hell are you gonna manage that?" You asked derisively. 

"They might have more guns and more men but we got more skill," the dark-eyed man smirked coldly. 

"So you guys wanna go on some suicide mission and just have me tag along for the fun of it?" You scoffed as you shook your head. The stocky man shared a look with the blonde woman before he took a slow step towards you. 

"How about a deal? You show us where they are and you can come with us when we're done, join the group," he offered softly. 

"Seriously, Frank?" The dark-eyed man asked hotly but he got ignored. 

"No offense, but I don't wanna join your group," you muttered. 

"Why wouldn't you? You're alone out here and struggling. You could be with us and you wouldn't have to worry," a different man frowned at you. You hadn't even noticed him come over. It was the man who had been sitting with the blind man.

"I've tried being in a group and I had to watch each person I care about get ripped apart by the dead, get murdered or slowly die from illnesses. I'm better off on my own," you said firmly, making the man look away with a frown. The stocky man moved towards you a little more, getting your attention. 

"Alright, you don't wanna join us, that's fine. How about you help us with this and you get first picks from their shit after we're done?" He offered. You mulled it around in your head for a moment. You knew those assholes had a tonne of gear and food. 

"Throw in that bow and we have a deal," you smirked, gesturing with your head to a bow you'd been admiring in the camp. It was a Mathews V3X 29/33. The dark-eyed man barked out a laugh as he shook his head. 

"Is that a joke? She's not takin' my fuckin' bow, Frank," he scoffed. He managed to look incredulous, amused and offended all at the same time. 

"There's that hunting store not too far from here, I'm sure you can get another," the blonde muttered to him in a hushed tone. He squinted at her like he was trying to set her ablaze with his mind. 

"You have any idea what kinda bow that is? They won't have this kinda thing in a shitty little hunting store," he huffed. 

"Fine, you can keep your bow. But you take me to the hunting store so I can get one," you relented, quirking your brow at the stocky man since he seemed to be the one in charge. 

"Done," he smirked. It was easier than you thought. 

You didn't really relish the thought of seeing those assholes again but you had no plans on actually participating in the fight. You'd stay well out of the way and hopefully go unnoticed, you'd get some food and some weapons out of it so you'd go along with it. You'd been due a break and maybe you were finally getting one. Being alone out here was hard but even with the offer of joining the group, you knew you had no desire to. It was just asking for bad news and getting attached to people just meant hurting when you lost them. And you always lost them because this new world was cruel. It was relieving though to know you didn't have to deal with another group of unhinged lunatics, especially since you were staying in the same area. You wondered about the possibility of trading with them. You didn't want to join them even if they did seem nice enough, but it would be good to have some sort of relationship with other people. Maybe if you needed food you could offer them something. Building relationships like this was the only way to survive this. Your old group had trading relationships with other groups until slowly the numbers dwindled to nothing. You often wondered just why you survived all the bullshit, why out of everyone, you were the last one standing. It didn't make sense yet here you were. No matter how dark things got and how morbid your thoughts turned, you always tried to push on and deal with it. You promised Andy you would before you put a bullet in his head and you owed him that at least. 

You stood around awkwardly as the two men got ready with weapons and food for the trip. The one with dark eyes had a sniper rifle with what looked to be a silencer on it. You weren't too good with guns, you didn't really like them. The blonde woman walked back over to you as the men got ready and she handed you a protein bar. 

"For the trip," she smiled. You took it gratefully with a hesitant smile of your own, still feeling a little out of place and just wanting this whole thing over with. You didn't wait to eat it though, ripping the wrapper off instantly before munching on it hungrily. You were glad for some sustenance. The cans felt like they were burning a hole through your bag but you'd wait until you had a moment alone to open them. You could never seem to get the hang of using your knife to open it, you really needed to keep your eye out for a can opener. 

"I'm Karen, by the way," the woman added. You'd almost forgotten she was there in your euphoria over finally getting some food. 

"Y/N," you supplied, earning a smile from her. She walked over to the men then who seemed like they had all their stuff ready. You were still standing at a distance from the camp as the others who were awake spoke to the men, probably murmuring their goodbyes. You watched curiously as the blonde, Karen, toyed with the stocky man's vest, which looked a lot like a bullet proof vest that you were sure he wasn't wearing before. He said something you couldn't hear to her before she leaned up and kissed him softly. You felt for them. One of them was going to die and the other would be doomed to live with that pain. It's just how things were now. 

You blew out a sigh as you waited, anxious to get going so you could leave and get on with things. You were also looking forward to going to the hunting store. You really needed a bow after you'd had to abandon your last one after your camp got overrun with the dead. The men finally walked over to you and you grabbed the straps of your backpack, adjusting it a little.

"Ready?" The stocky man asked. You nodded and the three of you set off. It was strange how well you'd learnt the lay of the land here. You weren't from St Lawrence County in New York, you'd been from the city. But when all hell broke loose, you knew being in an overpopulated city was the worst place to be. It would be the quickest way to die, or worse, get bit and turned into one of the dead. So you'd made a mad dash for your brother's apartment and the two of you took off. You’d looked at the map and tried to pick an area that was less populated, more rural. And that was how you ended up here. You’d met people along the way and slowly formed a group. But now you were the only one left. Your younger brother Sam had been the third to die. It wasn't even the dead that got him. He had a heart condition and it had been getting harder and harder to find the medication he needed. Eventually, there wasn’t any left. You swallowed thickly and tried not to think about it. Focusing on those you lost wouldn't do you any good, you always had to move on, keep pushing forward. 

It was still dark outside as the three of you moved through the trees carefully, always keeping an ear out whether that was for other people or for the dead. You had no idea how this would all play out. 

“So, you guys really think you can take all these dudes on?” you asked curiously. It had been a long time since you’d had to make conversation with anyone. You’d missed it and not missed it all at the same time. It was easy to find comfort in your loneliness, easier to look after yourself than have the burden of taking care of others too. To feel that crushing weight bear down on you when you couldn't help them and they wound up dead. But at the same time, it was hard. Being by yourself for such a long time had worn you down. You felt like you were in a vacuum. The dark-eyed man scoffed as he glanced at you.

“We don’t think it, we know it,” he wore a cocky smirk on his face but it didn't fill you with confidence. For all you knew, you were about to witness them being murdered. You wondered to yourself what you’d do if that happened. Would you go back to their group and let them know? Or would you just flee, leaving them never knowing what happened?

“Right…” you muttered, clearly sounding not very impressed. 

“We know what we’re doin’. Former Marines, Spec Ops. Not our first rodeo,” the stocky man said. While he didn’t seem cocky, he did seem confident. You nodded thoughtfully, they looked the type. The type of guys who had seen some shit and probably had to do some shit. Then again, the same could probably be said about you at this point. You didn't think there was a person walking the earth that hadn’t been through hell at this point. It was a war of a different kind. The silence came back then as you led them through the forest, making you feel slightly on edge. The stocky man also seemed not to like the silence as he broke it abruptly after a while.

“I’m Frank and this is Billy,” he muttered, looking at you and then glancing to the dark-eyed man who was apparently Billy before back at you.

“Y/N,” you replied, much like you had with Karen. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Frank said with a wry smile and you snorted lightly. 

“These assholes… they seem like they know how to handle their weapons?” Frank asked curiously. You didn't blame him, he obviously wanted as much information about the guys before he got there. 

“Well, I mean they tried to kill me and failed pretty badly, so I’m gonna guess no on that one,” you huffed, rolling your eyes a little.

“Bunch of little boys playin’ with guns and knives, thinkin’ they’re big men,” Billy growled as he shook his head.

“Basically,” you shrugged. It didn't make you feel any better though. Maybe they weren’t as skilled as the men either side of you with their weapons, but they still had more numbers and more weapons. If they fired enough times, surely a shot would land. You kept glancing at Frank as you all walked, something itching in the back of your brain before the puzzle pieces all clicked together in place.

“What?” he asked warily after you just blinked at him for a moment.

“Nothing, I just… I knew I recognized you from somewhere but I’ve only just figured it out. You're the Punisher, right?” you asked carefully. You remembered bits and pieces on the news about him. You felt sorry for him, for what happened to his family and you couldn't quite blame him for the rampage he went on. He chuckled, looking away awkwardly as he nodded.

“Yeah… that’s me,” he muttered. You started to wonder if maybe they did have a chance after all. And maybe forging some kind of trading relationship wouldn't be too bad. The Punisher was definitely someone you wanted on your side and if you ever got into trouble with another group, and you had no doubt there would be others in the future because there was always more, maybe he’d be able to help you. 

You carried on walking for a little under an hour before you slowed your pace a little, the surroundings feeling familiar as the hair on the back of your neck prickled up. The walk had been littered with small talk, mostly from Frank as his counterpart remained silent and brooding, on high alert at all times. Frank had told you the names of the people in his group, told you a little about how they all left the city. Much like you, they knew the city wasn't a good place to be and the man with shaggy hair who had been at the fire with Frank, Micro, had suggested here. 

“We close?” Billy piped up for the first time, noticing your slowing pace.

“Yeah, it's not too far,” you murmured. You tried not to let the fear creep in, your throat burning like it was cut all over again and you tugged at the scarf you wore with a frown, readjusting it. You all heard them before you saw them. You had no idea how these assholes even survived for this long as they all laughed and hollered like they were having a party. You could see a faint glow from a campfire behind the trees on the other side of the creek.

“Alright, you stay here, out of sight,” Frank said, giving you a stern look as if you even needed to be told. You weren't going any further than this. You nodded, crouching behind a tree as you watched Frank ready his gun. Billy took the sniper from his back, getting on the floor on his stomach as he set it up behind a bush for cover. Frank walked further away, crossing the creek at enough distance not to be noticed. You took a shaky breath, now behind the tree and unable to see what was going on. It made you nervous. Your eyes drifted to Billy then, his sniper at the ready, his eyes laser focused across the creek.  You weren't quite sure of their plan or how they were supposed to communicate to be in sync with one another but it didn't seem to matter. After a few beats of nothingness, the only noise coming from the assholes across the creek, Billy fired three shots in quick succession. You didn't see if they landed but the men all started yelling, no doubt scrambling for their weapons. The silencer hadn't made the shot completely soundless, it wasn't like the movies. But it was significantly quieter, enough to confuse the men about where the shots were coming from. You heard a few loud shots fired in the direction you and Billy were and you curled in on yourself, hoping the tree would protect you. But then you heard even more shots and you could only hope that Frank had joined the fray. Billy took some more shots and you covered your ears at each loud boom coming from across the creek, your eyes darting around rapidly as if waiting for the dead to descend on you all at the noise. When the shooting stopped, you hesitantly moved your hands from your ears and you heard a sharp whistle, much like the one Billy had done when he'd found you. Billy stood at the whistle, shouldering his sniper rifle. You stood on shaky legs, holding the tree for support as you looked over to Billy. He watched you with an unreadable expression for a second before gesturing with his head. He didn't spare you a word as he set off moving to cross the creek and you hurried to keep up with his long strides. You didn't care about getting wet and this part of the creek was fairly shallow, coming only to your mid-calf. 

When you got to the camp the men had been staying at, the place was littered with bodies, Frank standing among them as he waited for you both. 

"Goddamn, Frankie," Billy grinned, shaking his head as he took in the carnage rather gleefully. 

"Told you we'd get it done," Frank smirked at you. 

"You definitely did," you muttered wryly, glancing at all the bodies. You didn't feel bad for them one bit after what they'd done to you, what you knew they'd probably done to countless others. Death didn't bother you like it had in the old world, not when you were surrounded with it constantly. You spied something on the floor next to one of the men and crouched, seeing a pocket knife. You swiped it off the muddy floor, checking it quickly and grinning to yourself when you saw a can opener. You stood up, quickly stuffing it into your jeans pocket and catching Frank's slightly amused look at you.

"Well, a deal's a deal. You helped us out here so you get first pick of all this shit," he murmured and you gave him a nod. You didn't waste time, knowing the dead would be ambling their way towards you pretty soon after all the noise. You dug through bags, picking out some cans and other bits and pieces, shoving them into your backpack. You wanted to take as much as you could but you couldn't overburden yourself. You still needed to get around easily. You shoved about 10 cereal bars into your bag and a few bottles of water too. It would last you for a little bit and it was more than what you currently had which was close to nothing. You grabbed one last can of tomato soup before you moved to sit on a log near the campfire that was still burning. 

"Go nuts," you said dismissively, grabbing your new pocket knife as you opened the can. Frank and Billy got to work, grabbing some of the men's bags, emptying them out before filling them back up themselves. You took some greedy gulps of the cold soup, watching them shoulder the large backpacks of food before grabbing some duffles and starting to gather up some of the weapons and ammo. 

It was as you just finished your soup that you heard the telltale groans of the dead floating through the forest. You stood up quickly, throwing on your backpack and seeing the men thinking the same as they grabbed the duffle bags. You all quickly walked back through the creek to the other side before you set off back to their camp. You didn't need to worry about the dead on your heels, knowing they'd be distracted by the meals you'd left them. With each step you took, you felt a little lighter. Ever since you'd run into those assholes months ago and they'd left you for dead, you'd been feeling like a skittish animal. The reason why you'd been so starving was because the stores in the area were getting scarcer off food and when you went the last time, the gang of men had been there. Not feeling like having your throat slit again, you'd avoided it like the plague. You didn't have to worry about them anymore, didn't have to sneak around and keep tabs on them so you could always stay one step ahead. But you knew the relief would be short-lived because there would always be another group to take their place. You'd quickly learnt that nothing brought out the worst in humanity as much as the downfall of civilization. There was the added threat of the dead ones walking around but after living this life for so long, you worried far less about the dead ones than the living. The dead were like animals, operating on pure base primal instinct and the drive for food. They were predictable. The living however were far worse. They were unpredictable, selfish, greedy, desperate and deadly. There were worse things than death in this life. Getting taken out by one of the dead was one of the easiest ways to go now, but you'd just take some respite from the harsh reality of the new world while you had it. Whatever came for you next, you'd deal with it when it came to it. 

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Mavericks: Chapter 1

[Visual: The screen of the infomercial was playing on zooms out to reveal the dark room. Only this time the lights turn on suddenly to reveal a high-school classroom.

It’s a fairly well-decorated, sleek, and colorful space, with other touches, like a digital holographic screen displaying the title MAVERICKS. Students look mildly disinterested as a young boy, about 5’5 feet tall and 16 years old, with a light skin tone and brown eye color and a black hairstyle (think like Hotaro Oreki) and wearing a white t-shirt with gray jeans, is barely keeping himself awake when his teacher, a fairly lanky and skinny man, addresses the class and turns off the screen the infomercial was playing on.

Teacher:

“So everyone, what were your opinions on the ‘Welcome to Aurora’ video?”

[Visual: The students respond randomly and uncommitted, their answers drowned out by the overall feeling of extreme boredom]

Teacher (annoyed):

“Maybe I forgot to say you all have an assignment due on this.”

[Visual: The class suddenly panics and scrambles to get out pens and notepads as the teacher sends the classwork notification to their devices. The boy, now aware of his surroundings, looks at the assignment on his pad in confusion.]

Boy:

“Uhh, Mr. Tompson?”

Tompson:

“Yes,  Conner?”

David Conner:

“Why is there a question asking what brand of clothing the Guide wore?”

Tompson:

“To make sure you all were paying attention to the video. After all,  I need to make sure all of you are listening. This is a test, by the way, so your overall score in this class will be affected. Good luck”

[Visual: As Mr Tompson walks off, David stares blanky at his paper for a good few seconds, before trying to get the attention of his classmate and friend Dan West, an African-American 5’7 tall and 16 years old, with thin glasses, military cut hair, a turtleneck sweater, and black shorts, who turns to him looking slightly annoyed.]

Dan:

“(sighs) Yeah?”

David:

“Look, Dan, I’m sorry. I know you’re bus-”

Dan:

“Not really. I already finished this up yesterday.”

David:

“...We had this since yesterday?”

Dan:

“Yep. Tompson just didn’t tell us.”

David (annoyed):

“Of course he didn’t. How did you even do it without the video?”

Dan:

“Searched it up online. I can show you the video, but we have to be sneaky about it”

David:

“Forget it, you know he’s gonna catch us. Just help me find the answers. Please.”

Dan:

“(stares at David for a minute, looking slightly conflicted, before sighing) “Move a bit closer.”

[Visual: David hands his pad to Dan, who begins selecting the correct answers]

Dan:

“Dave, I’ve known you since we were little kids, right?”

David:

“Uhh, yeah. You help me with that math test back in second grade.

Dan:

“That’s what I wanted to speak to you about. Your dad is a scientist, right?”

David:

“He’s officially known as the Chief Mechanical Manager of I.E.E, but yeah, why?”

Dan:

“Why the hell do you want me to help you in every test or surprise quiz we get? Your dad is a genius, and he’s rich. He probably hires the top tutors for you, so why do you need my help with all the work we get? I’m not saying you’re dumb or something, but you should know this.”

David (sighing and slightly embarrassed):

“I know. He does hire some instructors for me, the only issue is that most of the time anyway, I don’t really pay attention that much.”

Dan:

“Come on, it can’t be that hard.”

David:

“I wish. It’s been an issue as far back as I can think of. But it’s honestly getting better lately.”

Dan:

“If that was true, I wouldn’t be doing this for you. (realizes something and looks at the pad) Speaking of which, you owe me one.”

[Visual: The pad pings with the result: a perfect 100 with fanfare music along with it. David smiles at Dan]

David:

“Thanks.”

[Visual: Tompson looks at the time on a wall screen and pulls up all the tests on his computer. He seems to take special interest in David and Dan’s]

Tompson:

“Mr. Conner. Mr. West.”

David (worried):

“Great. He caught us.”

Tompson:

“You both did outstanding work today. Great job gentlemen! And in record time too.”

David (relieved): 

“Oh thank god, I thought you just wrote my answers word for word.”

Dan:

“And why exactly would I do something so stupid? He’ll probably think I copied you and THEN what would happen?”

David:

“Good point.”

Tompson:

“I am proud of you two. As a reward, you can both start early on the next assignment.”

[Visual: Tompson takes out a remote and presses a button, which replaces both of the boys’ desks with a table littered with science equipment, lab materials, and a book manual. David looks disappointed]

David: 

“Goddamnit”.

[Visual: Dan and David begin putting on some protective gear and look at the manual]

David:

“I thought we would actually get to relax, not do more work.

Dan:

“Relax. Looking at the whole thing right now, It’s really just a simple goal of getting a chemical reaction out of this. If we’re lucky, this whole thing should take about…3 hours.”

David:

“What?!”

Dan:

“Give or take, honestly. Now, stop complaining and hurry up, the sooner we finish, the better.”

[Visual: David looks extremely bored as Dan begins to read the manual. As he is doing so, David notices some nearby chemicals: One light blue liquid in an orb-like glass and several bright yellow cubes]

David:

“Dan, I need the manual for a minute.

Dan:

“Be my guest.”

[Visual: David grabs the manual from Dan and looks over a page about the two chemicals. It says they are both individually harmless and little more than multicolored liquid]

David:

“Dan, you see those two vials over there?”

Dan:

“Yeah?”

[Visual: David smiles at Dan]

David: I’m gonna mix them.

[Visual: David reaches for the vials when Dan’s hand stops him]

Dan:

“A-Are you stupid?! Do you want to get expel-”

David:

“It’s fine. The manual says they’re both safe to work with. At worst, you’ll probably get a chemical burn or something. Besides, we’re not gonna do anything interesting in this class, so this might be fun. Trust me.”

Dan:

“Okay…”

[Visual: David throws the manual to the side, where the book lands on a page that says that the two materials should not be combined, lest the risk of triggering an explosive chemical reaction. David is about to drop a cube in the blue liquid]

Dan:

“Wait.”

David (confused):

“Hmm?”

Dan:

“Shouldn’t you drop two cubes for a better reaction?”

David:

“Huh. Good point.”

[Visual: Slow-motion close-up on the cubes as David drops them, splashing into the blue liquid as it starts to bubble. Cut to a floating car going down the highway as other similar cars move around it. We see a white 5’10 man with a lanky and slim build, wearing a formal-looking office worker shirt with blue jeans. He has a messy look to his hair like he just got done with a particularly stressful overtime shift. He has slight bags in his eyes and has brown hair with a slight beard growing. This is Nigel Conner, David Conner’s dad]

Nigel (optimistic):

“So was your day at school?”

David:

“Good.”

Nigel:

“Anything you want to discuss?”

[Visual: David pauses for a bit]

David:

“No, not really.”

[Visual: Nigel frowns and adjusts the rear-view mirror which shows David, who is both covered in dust and soot and has mangled-looking hair. David looks off to the side with a shameful look on his face]

Nigel:

“Oh don’t be like that. Everyone makes mistakes. I remember the last time I made a chemical error.”

David:

”Dad, I don’t think you blew up a classroom when you did. I screwed up and now your schedule is messed up because I couldn’t keep my hands off the vials.

Nigel: 

“The point is, just because you messed up today, doesn’t mean you will mess up tomorrow. You were curious about the chemical reaction and how it would work. That’s the sign of a true scientist. You just didn’t read the instructions first. But that doesn’t mean you failed.”

David:

“Wish my teacher thought the same thing. You should have seen how angry he was. I wish I could have known not to combine those two materials.”

Nigel:

“Which is why I will make sure Dr. Achmann will teach you all about Glaurine and Portocubes.

David:

“Wha?”

Nigel:

“You heard me.”

David:

“But Dad, I have a plan with my friends later! We’re gonna go to a swimming pool!”

Nigel:

“Friends and swimming can wait. You’re not going anywhere unless you can tell me the definitions of both of those materials with zero trip-ups.”

David (frustrated):

“Dad!”

Nigel:

“No. You’re going to study hard, young man, and by the time this day’s over, you’re gonna like it!”

David:

“Arggh!”

[Visual: As the final parts of the conversation go on (starting from the ‘but dad’ part) We cut to the car speeding down the highway as we see the tall buildings, floating and flying cars, and multiple shining lights of the city.] 

[ericshoney]

Best friend’s bro ~ Ji Changmin (SMUT)

It was a hot Saturday, you was over at your best friend, Lily, house. You two were relaxing by the large pool, taking in the sun in your very tiny bikinis. You two were just chatting and relaxing, when Lily’s older brother walks through, shirtless. You could see his abs.

“Hi girls, don’t mind me working out a bit do you?” He asks, a smirk on his face, showing that large dimple.

“Fine but why are you shirtless? I have a friend over!” Lily shouts.

“Its hot baby sis~” He replies and winks towards you.

You could feel the blush on your cheeks, you had to admit, Changmin was hot! Him and Lily defiantly got lucky genes. You’ve always had your eyes on the older male, his flirty attitude always being the key point in your conversations.

Changmin turns his back to you both and begins working out, Lily  goes back to sunbathing as you secretly admire the man. The three of you falling into a comfortable silence.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said to Lily after a while.

“Okay you know where it is!” She cheers sweetly. 

You smile at your best friend and glance at her brother. Changmin smirks at you as you wander inside. You walk up to the bathroom to handle your business, wondering why Changmin was smirking like that, you couldn’t deny it was hot, but just why.

As you walk out the bathroom after doing your business, you bump into a hard, sweaty chest. You glance up to see Changmin still smirking at you.

“H-Hi” You said, making the male laugh.

“Hi pretty girl~” He replies casually.

“W-What are you doing?” You ask him.

“I see you, always checking me out. I don’t blame you, I am hot. Your not too bad yourself.” He responds, making you scoff.

“Thanks Changmin.” You said, trying to push past him, but Changmin has other ideas.

Changmin pushes you against the wall, his lips quickly meeting yours in a much needed and heated kiss. You gasp, giving him the change to slide his tongue into your mouth. His hands travel down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks softly.

“Hey Y/n I’m gonna head to the store to get ice cream!” Lily shouts from downstairs. Changmin pulls away for a second so you can reply.

“Okay!” You shout back.

You two then hear Lily leave the house, Changmin smirks again.

“Fuck me.” He said.

“What?” You call.

“I said fuck me, Lil’s gone out and your hot, I’m hot,, let’s fuck.” He said.

Before you could answer, Changmin kisses you, hard. He grabs your waist, his large hands roughly on body. You moan into his mouth as he lifts you up with ease.

“Changmin!” You scream as the boy laughs.

He carries you to his bedroom, throwing you gently onto his bed. He climbs on top of you smiling wide.

“Yes?” He calls, you glance down and see he’s hard through his shorts.

“Admiring the view? This is what you do to me baby.” He said, his voice above a whisper.

You look into his dark brown eyes as his hands travel down to your bikini bottoms, the smirk making its way to his face again when he realises your wet. His thumb circling your clit softly.

“i’m going to make you cum so many time baby.” He said.

He pushes your bottoms to the side, sliding two fingers into you. You moan at the sudden feeling as he moves them in and out quickly.

“C-Changmin... hmm.” You moan softly.

“Is it good baby?” He asks softly

“Hmm.” You moan again.

Changmin smiles and continues moving his fingers, your walls clenching around the digits. You then moan, cumming on his fingers. He chuckles, slipping them out and sucking on them.

“C-Changmin want you in please.” You whimper, wanting more.

“Hmm? Beg for it.” He said as he finishes licking his fingers.

“B-Beg?” You stutter, Changmin laughs and pulls away slightly, pulling his phone out.

“Yes angel, beg. Come on Lil’s still in the store.” He said.

“How do you know?” I ask.

“I have a tracker on her phone. But that’s not the point, you want my dick, beg for it.” He replies.

You look up at the still smirking boy, that dimple deep in his cheek. You was feeling very flustered and horny, seeing the tent in his shorts.

“Please Changmin.” You said softly.

Changmin throws his phone down, moving closer to you, your foreheads touching.

“Please what princess?” He asks.

“Please fuck me.” You cave in.

“My pleasure babygirl” He said with a kiss on your lips.

Changmin then pulls your bottoms down slamming into you quickly. You moan loudly as he moves his hips quickly. His large dick deep in you and you wonder how you managed to fit all of him.

The bed rocks with force, slamming against the wall, you moan in pleasure, your body on cloud nine, the the wave of pleasure hits you.

“Fuck cumming!” You scream.

Changmin chuckles and with another hard thrust, you cum hard all over his bed. He moves quickly and finishes in you, your bodies both covered in a thin layer of sweat. He pulls out gently, kissing your lips softly, both of you smiling wide, until you hear the door open.

“I’m home!” Lily shouts from downstairs.

“Fuck!” Changmin shouts.

You two scamper around his room to get changed quickly, you both running downstairs. You see Lily in the kitchen, unloading food.

“Sorry it took so long, it was busy.” She said, her back to you both.

“Its okay Lil.” You said. She turns around and smiles at you and her brother.

“How come your both sweaty?” She asks, tilting her head slightly.

“Umm, Changmin was showing me some work outs!” You shout in a quick lie, Changmin nodding along.

“Oh, that’s cool! So ice cream?” She calls, holding up three tubs.

You smile, slightly happy for your best friends obliviousness. You all head outside with the ice cream.

You glance at Changmin who smirks and winks at you and you know you two will be having more fun like that in the near future.

[mothgodofchaos]

Fruit

This one is based off an RP I did, and it's just, so fucking cute. Enjoy playing Fruit Ninja with our favorite little glitch demon.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: knife, bomb (both digital) Words: 918

It’s been a long day, and you have a hyperactive glitch bitch wanting attention, and possibly something to do. You lay down, face down on the bed as he floats above you, upside down, poking your shoulder with one of his claws. You grumble, flipping over to face the one stabbing you gently in the back. 

“What?” “I’m bored! I want t’ do something!” “Then go do something! I’m tired!” “T’at’s no fun if yer not doin’ it wit’ me…” “Well, you can take a nap with me, or you can go do something else without me.”

“Fine…”

He glitches away, and you’re left alone in your room. You try to sleep, moving around on the bed as you try and get comfortable. Moving pillows behind you, wrapping yourself up in blankets, anything to find that perfect level of comfort. And eventually you find it, snuggling into your self made nest on top of the mattress. You hear him glitch back in, laying on the bed next to you. You can tell he got lonely, and he’s actually trying to let you sleep, but you also know he’s getting restless. 

His constant glitches are quiet, a white noise hum in the room. Your eyes are blocked by a blanket wrapped around your arm, but you feel him shift around on the bed, trying to get comfortable as well without disturbing you. It’s sweet, seeing as he doesn’t need to sleep. You wonder to yourself as you lay there, waiting for sleep to eventually consume you how he makes it through the night, seeing as most of the time he snuggles up with you, and is always in the same position when you wake up. 

“You don’t have to be in here with me, baby.” “I don’t like bein’ away from my acushla, it gets lonely…” “What do you usually do when I go to sleep at night?” “Wait, like w’at I’m doin’ right now.” “All night? You just wait, all night? I’ve seen you struggle to sit still for five minutes, how do you manage to do it for eight hours??” You perk up out of your nest, rubbing your eyes as you gaze moves across him in confusion. He seems to shift uncomfortably on the bed, as if the topic is not one he particularly wants to talk about. Puzzled, you reach out your hand, holding his with a tight squeeze.

“Baby, you don’t have to stay with me, not in the quiet. I can’t imagine how bored you are, just for me. It’s sweet, it’s incredibly sweet, but we’re gonna fix that, okay?” He blushes with a bit of a small smile, eyes finally meeting your gaze. A nod with three squeezes of your hand, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Happier with what you’re looking at, you escape from the warmth of your fleecy cocoon, getting up and heading to the living room with him in tow. He rubs the back of his head nervously, head tilted as you grab a tablet out of his stash of snacks. 

“W’at’re ye doin’? I t’ought t’ose were fer eatin’...” “They have other uses too. Here, I’m just finishing getting this one set up.” You plop down on the couch, patting the seat next to you. He hops up into a crouch, watching the screen from over your shoulder. You open the app store, and you start downloading a bunch of games onto the tablet, and you can almost see the cogwheels turning in his little demon brain. You giggle as he continues to watch you, head resting on top of yours. 

“You can play on your tablet all night without waking me up, that way you’re with me, but not bored. Either use your finger like this, or you could probably zap in and play in the actual app. Like, possess it, like you do for my phone sometimes.”

His face lights up, and he opens up the first game with a hesitant poke of his claw. The app opens up, and he tilts his head at it again, dragging his finger around as a cursor follows it. “You slice the fruit with the different blades to score points, and try not to hit the bombs, otherwise it’s game over.” “Really??”

Before you can answer, you’re cut off by him glitching into the tablet, the screen going black for a moment, reading AntiOS, a knife going through the neon green apple logo. It boots back up, and you see a little animated chibi version of Anti standing at the bottom of your screen. You giggle, picking up the tablet as you move back to the bedroom. Propped up on a pillow, you see him scroll through all the different blades, before landing on a green pixelated blade. 

He exits out of the menu and opens up a game mode. Your eyes get heavy as you watch his little chibi character glitch across the screen cutting the fruit with his knife, a glitchy green trail behind the blade. A bomb explodes as he accidentally hits it in his overeagerness. You get the other fruits with your finger as you scrub the soot off his face, his little arms making grabby hands for head pats when you pull away. Three taps on his floofy hair and he’s back to cutting fruit, avoiding the bombs much better now. 

Your tiredness finally gets the best of you, falling asleep as you watch your favorite digital demon become the world’s most efficient smoothie blender.

[neitherabaron]

You mentioned that you've finished writing Gobelins, and I'm wondering if you're gonna raise money to produce it, or do it out of your own pocket? Either way, I'm very excited to hear it, hope your op goes well!

Thanks for a great question! There's definitely gonna be an Indiegogo fundraiser at some point before I start production, but the scale of that is going to need to depend on what my life is looking like at that time. In other words, when I’m physically able to devote time to the album again, I’m going to have to assess my capacity before deciding the scope of the project.

Basically, there's an "ideal" way I'd like to make Carnaval des Gobelins, with a physical edition, cool merch for backers, guest musicians and liner art commissions. I think it's gonna be the most satisfying experience for listeners and the best move from a "growing my business" point of view - producing that kind of stuff gives me a chance to order excess merch and another little revenue stream, which would take me a little step closer to making this my main job. But, it's also a big project to manage and as much as I want to do it that way, I'm not gonna bet on being physically well enough to do that until things are clearer. I'm pretty dang ill.

Then there are other options - like limiting that stuff to a digital version for Bandcamp and streaming, plus physical CDs that are a bit more pared-down in terms of liner content. And on the other side of the spectrum, there's just producing a digital album, like I did for The Wassailant, which while still a big project would be logistically simpler and would require the least amount of funding.

I'm going to run a fundraiser no matter what the scope ends up being and the reason for that is that I'm handling the production for C des Gs alone, in my studio. I have a great set-up and good technical knowledge nowadays and can make stuff with much higher production values without the spiralling costs of studio and engineer hire. However, to get the album done, I'm going to need to treat it as a part-time job for about a year and so I'm going to have to find a way to help me through that time financially. The reason I was able to finish The Wassailant within a year was because of all the time spent at home during the pandemic! I'm not going to start production until I find a new part-time day job anyway, so I certainly won't be trying to raise the sort of money to depend on! But I probably will be earning less from a day job while I work on the album and I will need a small amount to supplement that/keep for emergencies if something goes wrong for me in that time - so that I don't have to halt production part way through.

So the low-scope, digital-only version would still be a crowd-funded affair, just a fairly low scale one. For the big one with all the cool rewards and awesome CDs and everything, I guess my other mini-worry is I don't actually know whether the funding goals I’d have to set to produce all the awesome extras are actually realistic to what people can afford. I don’t know if I could fund a project at the same level as a Mechanisms album for example, because I don’t have the same reach the band did. But we’re probably looking at something comparable, cost-wise, to The Bifrost Incident (but closer to its goal, not the final amount it was pledged) to produce the “full scope” version. Plus, the last time I ran projected costs for the project was before the cost of living crisis, so I don't know right now whether the CD/merch suppliers' costs will have increased.

I genuinely feel a ton of support and goodwill from people like you who really want to listen and I know there are plenty of you! But also I truly don't want to assume anything from you, so we'll have to see how realistic it is to make the full bells-and-whistles version, financially or in terms of my capacity, nearer the time. The way I'm feeling as I type this is that I may run the Indiegogo with a lower inital goal and just a couple of reward tiers (aiming to fund production and release the digital album and a simpler physical edition) and try to do some of the other stuff like an expanded liner or producing merch (and making merch available at discounted rates to backers who want it) as stretch goals.

Anyway, that is almost definitely a much longer answer than you were looking for, so I'll stop now. I really do appreciate the great ask; having the chance to thing about a proper answer has helped me straighten a few conflicts in my head that were causing me a little worry. Hope you have a great day!

If you've read this far, thanks! Please reblog this if this sort of thing is something you'd be interested in supporting and would like to spread the word. I don't know when I'll be ready to start a campaign, but I want more than anything to get dates for my ops, recover to the extent I can, and do it soon.

[artsyaufan]

POV: you can’t draw undertale monsters digitally and have made a whole(in my case a little weird/silly) au and you don’t know how to explain any of it because you’re still figuring it out after like 2-3 years

info here if you want

My au/aus name: matrinitale(takes inspo from a lot of different aus)

frisk was going for the pacifist route and they did mostly get through it.

I have an antagonist for it but I don’t know if she’s too similar to someone else’s characters(she’s from before I knew abt underverse and I’m scared of it seeming like I copied anything from there and I still haven’t finished underverse yet but I’m working on it.)

Chara, Asriel, and Gaster are given physical forms after frisk sacrifices themself and split their soul(willingly) into three to save them and turning themself into a ghost in the process.

Toriel has a sister and she’s at a similar status to undyne but not exact the same and maybe a higher status but I’m not sure yet.

sans is a bit controlling and not very nice to others, he was nice to papyrus but papyrus didn’t enjoy being treated like he couldn’t make decisions for himself and sans preferred having that control over him so papyrus eventually moved out(at like 20 smt.)

papyrus has a kid at the moment(Their name was stim or smt and they were a creation I think I had on gacha online but I don’t feel like searching for it at the moment but I’ll post it soon) and for explanation kids in my aus come from excess/leftover magic from their parent/parents for the skeletons at least but the monsters in my universe have different ways of reproduction(do with that what you will.)

frisk is kinda like an emotional support ghost or a reassuring presence in this universe(seeing a they‘re a soul now)

Muffet is a little complicated but I didn’t change much except design and a few behaviors(I’m still brainstorming for muffet.)

alphys and undyne still get together because frisk asked chara and asriel to help with that.

I’m also still brainstorming for mettaton and nabsteblook.

there’s a mix of monsters and humans living above and underground(the humans who understand that monsters are living sentient beings as well of course)

I’m not gonna say much about toriel bc i have plans for her and I know I’ll probably take my sweet time to touch on it. but Chara and asriel move in with gaster(He’s a sweet guy in this universe) and in my head I call them “the revived trio” but you can call them whatever you’d like. Gaster fumbles with taking care of Chara and asriel sometimes but he’s trying his best to keep them healthy and happy, he try’s to participate and take part in their activities and interests and Chara and asriel.

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Posting this because it's a perfect segment to a fic that will likely never be finished or published. Part of the very long and involved prequel to my VDL Verse.

1930s au Geralt and Eskel as children feat badly translated Polish, vague allusions to the rest of the fic.

June 10th 1932 - Vesmir 

“... no papers, no one waiting for ‘em” Harlow is saying, leading Vesmir through the rabbit warren passages of the Ellis Island detention center “We were gonna send ‘em back but I remembered you mentioning wanting to see any orphans we got and thought of you” Vesmir winces at the implications of the sentence; here in the concrete and tiled hall voices carry and Harlow is about as quiet as a fog horn. 

“Send them back where?” Vesemir asks instead. He’s sweating beneath the brim of his stetson, in the June sun the hallways of Ellis Island become an oven, fit to bake people alive. 

Harlow shrugs “No idea. Neither of ‘em speak a word of English. The towhead is Polak I think but I’ve got nothing on the other - speaks no language I’ve ever heard before”

"If you take one you have to take 'em both" Harlow continues, taking out his ring of keys to open up one of the steel doors lining the hallway "had to take the older one for lice treatment a few weeks ago and the towhead nearly scratched my orderly's eyes out. Screamed themselves hoarse both of 'em poor mites" 

The cell is spartan, bare walls, two empty wire bedframes, a single barred window out of which Vesemir can make out the glitter of Manhattan Bay. The boys have built themselves a nest in the corner; mattresses pulled from the bedframes, blankets piled into a wall. They're sitting on it when the door opens, all wide eyes and terrified frowns, pressed together close despite the oppressive heat. 

The younger boy is less towhead than albino; hair a silvery-wite rats nest and eyes an odd sun-bleached brown, nearly yellow. He hisses at Vesemir and Harlow, curls close against his companion’s side. 

His companion is closer to double digits in age, face angular with starvation and dehydration, olive skin stretched thin over the fine bones. He has dark hair, closer to black than brown, and eyes like deer’s eyes; deep brown and soulful. He doesn’t make a sound at their approach, just maneuvers himself so his companion is at his back; a shield, a protector. 

Vesemir loves them both already. 

He kneels down to get closer to their eye level, takes off his hat to show more of his face. They flinch from him. He tries not to take it personally.

“I’m a friend” he says “I’m here to take you somewhere safe”

The boys look at him blankly. 

“Told you” Harlow says “not a word of english between the two of ‘em” 

“Aby zabrać Cię w bezpieczne miejsce” he tries, the language of his childhood feeling awkward on his tongue “pomogę Ci” 

The albino perks up at the familiar words, a sudden wash of understanding and relief crossing his face. His companion remains baffled; wide eyes darting between Vesemir and Harlow and back again as though searching for a threat.

“Jak się nazywasz?” he asks him. 

“Geralt” the child replies, voice whisper quiet, small fingers going white-knuckled around his companion’s wrist as though afraid someone will try and separate them. 

“And who is your friend?” he continues in Polish, gesturing to Geralt’s protector who, as though realizing he’s being spoken about stands a little taller and glares a little harder. 

“Eskel” 

"Tell Eskel it's going to be alright. I'm here to take you boys to a new home, a new family. I'm not going to hurt you" 

Geralt nods solemnly and taps at Eskel’s cheek. When the other boy looks he begins speaking in gestures, nearly too fast for Vesemir to follow. He wonders if the other - Eskel - is deaf or if this is just the way the two of them have figured out how to breach the language barrier. 

Back in the present Vesemir watches from the doorway of Eskel’s hospital room as Geralt's hand moves against Eskel’s limp palm. Signing in that old familiar language they'd shared before the spoken word "safe" he signs "You're safe. You're safe"

Smart he thinks resourceful. They're perfect. 

------------------------‐-------------------------

Eskel doesn't respond, doesn't move. 

Geralt’s eyes when they meet Vesemir’s are red-rimmed and exhausted, full of the sucking emptiness of a pain too great to bear. 

[beyourownanchor6]

You're right, it's our hellsite. Home sweet home.

The cw multiverse was crazy. I love multiverses and multiverse theory but jesus christ dudette what the fck was that. Like... crisis on infinite earths is crazy. And i feel like the impacts of that event were never fully explored?? I mean. New universes. A bunch of multiverses pressed together into a new prime earth. What does that even mean?? Everyone died and was reborn but were the reborn versions the same as the original versions? Obviously not as all the wellses end up inside one wells. What does that mean for all the other alternative universe versions of the characters? How many deaths were just ignored? And why some characters who only existed in a paralel universe (like Supergirl) now exist in earth prime, but others (like jessie quick) don't?? The writers did not think this through.

Oh Black Lightning was great. The lead actor is super hot.

It's okay, i wasn't like traumatized or anything. I mean the first time my teacher froze and started crying and praying and wouldn't move so i, as the oldest kid in class, and also the only one other than the teacher who knew the protocols, had to take charge and keep my classmates safe and calm. I barricated the door, told everyone to move to the back of the class, and we just waited until the shooter was gone. I was pretty calm because i'd tutored the shooter the year prior, we were boys, so i knew he wouldn't shoot me. The second time was more stressful. I'd made a deal with my mom that i'd go back and finish high school if she went back and finished it too, so because of me she was also at the school during the shooting, so instead of barricading in place I grabbed a chair and left the classroom to stop the shooter before he could get to her. Thankfully i did not find him or i'd be ✨dead✨.

And oh that sounds like a great episode! I'm gonna look for it.

Omg i love venom and tom hardy is a hottie. Yeah the character is great! And i miss the marvel netflix shows too.

Ooh that's definitely a victory. Mine is still on the double digits. And I get that. I'm suddenly in the mood for thiam and it's like i got a bunch of steter and sterek in my read later i don't need to add a third ship to it. And this is just in the teen wolf fandom. And yay for 2 new books! And thank you! Good luck on your goals also!

Oh thank you for letting me know. Yeah same here. Can you explain beans to me? Is it like spoons? I tried explaining spoon theory to my mom but she didn't get it, maybe beans will be easier.

And niiice 😎😎

home is where the hellsite is?

damn, you just reminded me of so much cw superhero lore that i’d completely forgotten about, probably bc it was so out of pocket 😂 i feel like the multiverse episodes went nowhere essentially and definitely didn’t add to/make sense with the overall plots of the series separately like you said. it was like they wanted to get them all together like an avengers things but had no idea what they were doing or how to do any follow through. completely forgot about the wells thing. i think that was part of why the flash got annoying. they recycled that plot line way too many times, amongst others. they were just a disaster altogether, kind of like the shows themselves lol. i knew the black lightning actor from something else and really liked him, but was trying to get away from the superhero shows at that point lol.

oof, wow. i can’t imagine going through all of that, especially twice. that would be so scary. i’m glad that you were able to escape both unscathed and that you were there for your mom. glad you’re still with us today. also that’s really sweet you went back to school with your mom!

it’s season 3, episode 16! the whole series is amazing, i just rewatched it a couples months ago for the nth time 😅

i heard they’re supposed to be doing a new daredevil? i think a movie? not for sure though, maybe it was a show

oof double digits lol. i think the highest mine has gotten was like 11? i try not to let it get too bad but that doesn’t always work out lol. ohhh thiam, i have a whole list of recs i’ve been meaning to post for them! i’ve also written a few for them just to self promote 😆 i wish they had tabs to organize on the marked for later so i could keep all the fandoms separate

hmm i think it’s like spoons? but not sure 😅 i use it as in like, i’m really low on energy and don’t really have the “beans” to engage with this or that. so like, if i’m running low on energy i might not have the “beans” to interact with people and/or have conversations, but i have “beans” to doomscroll or watch tv whatever. idk if that makes sense lol

[kingkatsuki]

Serendipity | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲: 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

Hi! This is my contribution to my first ever Anilysium collab. The prompt was band AU’s and I was very lucky to be allowed to write for Bakugou. Please check out all the other amazing creators here.

I was already late for this collab and I don’t have the balls to ask any of my friends to go through 16k of my shit so unedited/unbeta’d, pls don’t question me-

Pairing: drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sex with feelings, soft sex, unprotected sex, creampie, face-sitting, spanking, praise. As vanilla as sex can be with Bakugou~

Word Count: 16.1k.

Thank you to @/rat-zuki for making the edit in the banner for me. The emo to my goth the MCR references were for you.💕

New tweet from Y/N [5:05PM]: A brand new EP from upcoming band No Heroes, another mainstream pop-punk album to put on when you’ve finished listening to good music and you want a change.

“Mainstream pop-punk.” Bakugou reread the tweet that had flashed up on his screen, brows furrowed in irritation as he took in each word, “mainstream?”

“Aw man, I was really hoping she’d like it. She did an amazing review on Mindjack’s new song last week. He got a review with Spotify after that.” Kirishima sulked as he read the words on the screen behind Bakugou, watching the tweet slowly begin to gain hearts and retweets.

No Heroes had been a relatively small band a month ago, still playing songs in their garage as they practically pleaded for venues to let them play. Losing count of the number of shows they did for free as they tried to make a name for themselves. It helped that they had managed to gather up a cult online following to try and reach their dreams, hundreds of loyal fans finding them online as they began streaming their music and begging the men to play in their town. The first twenty-four hours of their latest album release had gone perfectly, rave reviews appearing all over the internet about this new band dominating the scene. 

All except the one that you’d just posted.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ message her.” Bakugou snarled, fingers already moving to click onto your profile picture, a crowd shot from a live music venue.

“Kats, you can’t make a burner account to send her shit, dude. She’ll work it-“

“Burner? Who the fucks makin’ a burner I’m just gonna message her.” Bakugou’s fingers were already clicking the touchpad roughly, following the link to your private messages on Twitter.

Kirishima hovering over his best friend as he watched his digits angrily jab at the keyboard, wincing at the unforgiving plastic as it quaked under his aggressive touch.

“I don’t think you can say that, man. I mean- she is entitled to her opinion. And didn’t you see the review New Noise gave us? It was glowing.” Kirishima pressed a reassuring palm to Bakugou’s shoulder that was swiftly shrugged away.

“She’s entitled to her opinion, but it’s fuckin’ wrong.” Remaining hunched over the laptop as he finished composing his message before clicking send.

Flopping down onto your bed after a long day you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check your notifications, preparing to clear out your inbox of any unsolicited messages. Most from fans of you, or fans of the bands you reviewed. Rolling your eyes as you noticed a slew of new private messages from multiple people, a lot seemed to have the signature No Heroes profile pictures so you knew exactly why they were messaging. Clicking onto one of the top ones as you opened the message to read its contents.

New reply from N0HER0EZ [5:10PM]: No Heroes are amazing and I think you need to give the album another review because you clearly didn’t listen to it.

Shaking your head as you moved to click the next one, already preparing for a similar message when you noticed their profile picture was the lead singer of No Heroes.

New reply from DYNAMIGHTNH [5:10PM]: No Heroes are the best band to ever exist and they don’t need your stupid reviews for validation.

Deciding to just clear out your inbox of the rest of the messages as you kept clicking through, swiping your thumb across your screen to delete each one. Your hand lingering over the glass screen at the sight of one in particular

New reply from OfficialDynamight [5:11PM]: Are you listening to the right fucking album? You can’t call us mainstream pop-punk when your favourite artist is Mindjack. I’d hate to see your Spotify playlist.

You had to do a double-take to believe who the message was from, even clicking onto his profile to see whether it was legit. And sure enough, the signature profile picture of Bakugou Katsuki flashed in front of your eyes, two small metallic studs sitting below his lower lip as he gave a cocky smirk, flipping off the camera with a tattooed hand. There was no way of denying he was attractive, the sight of him alone almost made you want to like No Heroes, but he was clearly a jerk.

Scrolling through his Twitter as you looked at the most recent posts. His pinned message is an announcement about the new EP and a single with a link to download it. The comments and likes were more than consistent for an upcoming band, really impressive actually. Of course, it was easier to gain traction when the band members are attractive. Remembering how quickly Dabi managed to reach the top of the metal scene after he released his first EP with the most recognisable voice.

Reading his most recent tweets you couldn’t help but smile at the irate tone that was so easy to convey even through text. You could practically hear the seething tone of his voice as your eyes read over the message.

New tweet from OfficialDynamight [5:12PM]: @Y/N doesn’t know what she’s fucking talking about. Our new EP is the best pop-punk album of 2021.

The comments beneath were mostly loyal fans agreeing, complimenting the drummer for the music and talking about their favourite songs. One in particular catching your eyes.

New reply from KatsukiBangMyDrums [5:13PM]: My favourite song is your part on “No Love” I’d love to hear more of you actually singing Katsuki💕

You reread the tweet in shock, that was Bakugou’s voice on that track? Truthfully the album hadn’t been all that bad, but a lot of the songs not really standing out to you. But that song— that song you could remember vividly. If you had to pick anything from the album that would be the song you chose as the best one. Moving back to the private message you began to type a reply to Bakugou.

Y/N [11:23PM]: I didn’t say your album was bad! I just think it wasn’t that different to the others out there right now.

OfficialDynamight [11:23PM]: Oh yeah? Maybe you should listen again because you clearly weren’t listening to the right album.

You were surprised to get a message back so quickly, especially since it had been hours since his last tweet.

Y/N [11:24PM]: I’m pretty sure I was, I clicked the cute little link at the top of your bands Twitter to download it and everything.

OfficialDynamight [11:24PM]: Yeah, well do me a favour and get your ears checked.

Y/N [11:25PM]: I’ll put it on my to-do list.

You cuddled back against your pillows as you found yourself staring at your screen waiting for him to type back, over-analysing your message as you regret your words. Leaving such a closed-ended response that made it difficult for him to come back with any kind of conversation but to your surprise, he actually responded.

OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: What you doing up so late anyway? Can’t sleep because you’re thinking about how dumb your review was?

He was so petty, his message actually made you smirk at your phone screen as you typed a reply.

Y/N [11:26PM]: No, I was actually at a gig. I’m just finishing up my notes for my review tomorrow.

OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: What show?

Y/N [11:27PM]: Title Fight. They were so fucking good!

OfficialDynamight [11:28PM]: You mean to tell me that you like Title Fight but you don’t like us? There’s something wrong with you.

Y/N [11:28PM]: Nah, I just like good music ;)

OfficialDynamight [11:28PM]: Fuck you.

Y/N [11:29PM]: Right back at you! <3

OfficialDynamight [11:29PM]: You wish.

You laughed at his reply, finally moving to your notes to type up the final few you wanted to add from the show in preparation for your review tomorrow. Plugging your phone in to charge as you settled down to sleep, your heartbeat racing as you replayed your conversation with Bakugou in your head.

Sunlight slowly illuminated your bedroom as peaceful chirps sounded from outside, your eyes fluttering open as you felt your duvet trying to pull you back into slumber. Squinting your eyes as you looked at your phone screen for any new message notifications as you tried not to feel disappointed when you didn’t see any from the one person you were hoping may have sent you something. Pulling your covers tighter around you as you aimlessly scrolled through your notifications, enjoying the warmth of your bed for as long as possible before the need to function overtook you. Over exaggerating a stretch before you slipped out of bed, padding your way towards your bathroom as you got ready for your day.

There was something about the warm scent of coffee and caramel in the morning that just helped start your day, brewing a fresh ground roast as you waited for your laptop to boot up. Opening your phone to your notes app as you began to read through the points you’d made the evening before, figuring out what you wanted to put into the review as the notes brought memories flooding back.

Sitting down at your desk with your large mug of coffee as you began to type. The hardest part of your reviews was always choosing what photographs to use, the picture alone could sway the entire article. There had been images you’d managed to capture at shows before that had ended up being so popular the boost from them was overwhelming. Helping you to find new audiences each day and new musicians to interview and watch, remembering the time that Deku’s band OFA had chosen one of your crowd shots to be on their t-shirts.

Not even a minute after you posted your review a comment appeared underneath from the drummer of No Heroes, the corner of your lip curling into a smile as you clicked to open his new message.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [10:34AM]: This band fucking sucks, way too many high-hats in every song, you can’t even hear the track over the auto-tune. I thought you liked good music?

You were already about to type a reply when you saw a new incoming message appear on your screen and you shamelessly clicked onto it, completely uncaring about how eager you appeared to see a notification from him.

OfficialDynamight [10:34AM]: How the fuck do you like all these shitty bands that aren’t even that good but you don’t like us?

Y/N [10:35AM]: What are you talking about? Their new single is so good! Have you heard the riff in the interlude?

OfficialDynamight [10:35AM]: The only redeeming feature over the shitty fucking drum solo.

The more Bakugou began to message you, the more you found yourself wanting to post. Deliberately trying to find bands or musicians that you could happily talk about that would bring the angry blond rushing back into your inbox. Each time you posted about a new song or band Bakugou would be straight back into your private messages to give his own opinions. You couldn’t deny the way it made your heart race each time you saw an incoming notification for him, finding yourself turning on alerts for his messages so you wouldn’t miss them.

New tweet from Y/N [4:03PM]: If New Heroes stopped trying to replicate every other pop-punk band ever they might actually be good.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [4:06PM]: If you got your ears tested people might actually care about your opinion.

New reply from Y/N [4:06PM]: my ears are fine, that’s how I know it sucked ;)

New reply from OfficialDynamight [4:07PM]: Wrong.

It was almost a running joke between your fans, the comments flooding in around your petty public arguments as people were quick to weigh in on the messages.

New reply from Poppunkprincess [4:05PM]: Just admit they’re your guilty pleasure already.

New reply from Dynamightdrums [4:11PM]: I agree with @OfficialDynamight you need your ears tested they are the best band in the WORLD

New reply from Cellophane[5:10PM]: If we kick @OfficialDynamight from the band will you like us?

New reply from Chargebolt[5:23PM]: @cellophane great idea bro, maybe then @Y/N will come to a show ;)

New reply from OfficialDynamight [5:30PM]: @chargebolt @cellophane fuck you.

Each moment you posted something new about No Heroes Bakugou always seemed to be one of the first to comment, almost as though he had your post notifications on too.

New tweet from Y/N [8:49PM]: Deathcab for Cutie - I will follow you into the dark really is one of the greatest songs of all time.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [8:50PM]: Thank FUCK, you do have a brain cell.

New reply from Y/N [8:51PM]: Are you being nice to me for once?

New reply from OfficialDynamight [8:52PM]: No, it just means you’re not a complete idiot.

New reply from Dynamightdrums [8:53PM]: OMG @OfficialDynamight and @Y/N?

New reply from RedRiot [9:05PM]: @OfficialDynamight I wish you’d say this to me sometime 😭

It was difficult not to notice how big No Heroes were becoming in the local music scene, their follower count online steadily rising as they began slowly inching up the alternative chart. You couldn’t deny it was impressive for such a new band to be so successful in such a short period of time, and it probably helped that they were all gorgeous. You couldn’t help but visit Bakugou’s Instagram profile regularly, checking his new posts as you looked through the pictures of him on stage. The pure focus and determination on his face as he hit his sticks against his drum kit was hard not to applaud. Feeling your heartbeat increase whenever you noticed a new photograph, pinching the screen to get a closer look at the array of tattoos that littered his body.

Another message from Bakugou distracted you from your blatant objectification and it made you flush, thinking that he could see exactly what you were doing and wondering what he’d do if he knew you were looking at pictures of him right now.

OfficialDynamight [11:23PM]: So what’s your favourite song on our EP?

Y/N [11:24AM]: I don’t have one :(

OfficialDynamight [11:25PM]: I forgot you have no taste, shitty woman.

Y/N [11:25AM]: Or maybe you just need to write some better songs

OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: I wrote almost every song on the EP, dumbass. That’s how I know they’re good.

Y/N [1127PM]: Okay, so my favourite is the one you didn’t write.

OfficialDynamight [11:27PM]: Piss off.

You laughed at his response as you closed the window, shamelessly going back to his Instagram profile to look through more photos. One particular promotional shot had become your favourite, a picture of him shirtless against a plain black backdrop. The image had been edited to black and white as it showed off the beautiful contrast of ink against his skin and the lack of a shirt gave you an even better opportunity to map out the sharp contours of his chest. Even with the greyscale picture, you could still see his sharp, piercing gaze even though his vermilion orbs were muted. It felt like he was staring directly at you through the image and it was difficult to deny that he was gorgeous.

You couldn’t work out why he was so interested in your opinions? There were hundreds of blogs out there dedicated to his band, massive music accounts and other reviewers praising their songs so why did your opinion matter so much?

“It’s because he likes you, duh.”

Mina’s words rang in your ear as you remembered what she had said to you when you’d first told her about Bakugou messaging you. Your best friend was always honest to a fault in her opinions,

“He doesn’t care about anyone else’s opinion because he wants you to like him.”

Keeping that image of him in your mind as you locked your phone and prepared for bed, leaving it charging on your bedside table as you settled back beneath your covers. The only thoughts flowing through your mind were those of Bakugou Katsuki.

Maybe you liked him too?

A shrill vibration woke you up in the morning as you raised your phone with squinting eyes to check the time, 7.49am.

Who was even up this early?

Your phone buzzing again with another message from the same person, you should have known it had to be someone annoying messaging you so early in the morning.

OfficialDynamight [7:48AM]: Oi

You almost rolled your eyes at the greeting you were met with first thing in the morning, squinting your eyes as the bright screen illuminated and hindered your vision, watching the little notification at the bottom of your screen that indicated that Bakugou was typing.

OfficialDynamight [7:49AM]: You sleep so fucking long, shitty woman.

Official Dynamight [7:49AM]: You know that?

OfficialDynamight [7:49AM]: So when you gonna write something good about us?

The message was accompanied by a screenshot of a gig poster, a graphic of No Heroes band logo in the middle as in big bold writing it showed ‘HEADLINE SHOW: SOLD OUT.’ It was hard not to feel happy for him, it seemed like the band were following their dreams and succeeding, but you were still content with pushing his buttons.

Y/N [7:52AM]: When you finally start making some good music

You smirked at your response as you let your phone flop to the side of the bed, reaching your arms above your head to stretch. Already knowing that Bakugou would be absolutely seething once he read your message, the quick succession of vibrations from your phone evident that he was irate.

OfficialDynamight [7:52AM]: Piss off.

OfficialDynamight [7:53AM]: You know how many bands have actually sold out that venue?

Anyone else texting you multiple messages like this would have been blocked and ignored immediately, but something was endearing to you when Bakugou did it. As though you could feel the way his thoughts flowed out, feeling every bit of emotion through the screen as you watched him continue to type.

OfficialDynamight [7:54AM]: You really don’t know good music, do ya?

OfficialDynamight [7:54AM]: I bet you’re one of those people that think The Black Parade is the greatest album of all time too huh?

Of course he was a My Chemical Romance fan, your fingers already gliding across your phone screen as you typed a response, unable to hide the smile on your face.

Y/N [7:55AM]: It’s a great album actually, but Three cheers will always have top spot in my heart

His next words shouldn’t have made you feel quite so delirious but you found yourself re-reading them as though he’d just proclaimed his love for you.

OfficialDynamight [7:56AM]: Oh, so you’re not a complete dumbass after all.

There was no way of denying it, you were falling for Bakugou Katsuki.

OfficialDynamight [1:02AM]: It’s so fucking weird there’s just something about talking to you?

OfficialDynamight [1:02AM]: I dunno, I can’t fucking explain it.

Y/N [1:03AM]: Bakugou, have you been drinking?

You squinted at the time stamp on the message, seeing that it was close to two in the morning, the messages continuing to come in from Bakugou.

OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: Fuck off.

OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: I have, but I’m not drunk.

OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: We played a set with OFA tonight.

OfficialDynamight [1:05AM]: Just do me a favour and watch some videos from our set.

OfficialDynamight [1:09AM]: Are you even listening to me, shitty woman? Do it.

You laughed as you typed back a reply, tempted to search for some videos now, but instead deciding to wait until morning. Actual morning.

Y/N [1:10AM]: Bakugou, it’s 1am. I’ll watch in the morning, I promise.

OfficialDynamight [1:10AM]: You fucking better.

OfficialDynamight [1:15AM]: Goodnight.

New tweet from Y/N [11:40AM]: Okay, the clips from No Heroes show at the club last night sound really awesome.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [11:42AM]: About fucking time. Told you.

New reply from Chargebolt [11:44AM]: Thanks so much Y/N, you should come to a show sometime! ;)

New reply from OfficialDynamight [11:44AM]: @chargebolt no.

“Dude, why did you say that? Do you even realise how hot she is?” Kaminari whined from his position on the couch, throwing his head back as he read Bakugou’s blunt reply.

“Hot ain’t gonna fix how dumb she is.” Bakugou muttered, slipping his phone into his jeans pocket before picking up his drumsticks, “Are we rehearsing or what?”

“I think we should change the set so the new song is in the middle.” Kirishima grinned from his spot beside Kaminari, his fingers grasping a plectrum as he strummed at the electric guitar that wasn’t turned on. The dull pang of the strings sounded in the garage as Sero fiddled with an amp, the familiar buzz of electricity surging through it as static noise pulled through the speakers.

“Have you even seen what she looks like, dude?” Kaminari ignored Kirishima’s attempt to stop the conversation as Bakugou turned around, pointing his sticks at Kaminari as he stood by the drumkit.

“Tch, no why?” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Don’t fuckin’ matter what she looks like.”

“I’m telling you, dude. She’s hot.” Kaminari’s fingers were quickly scrolling along with his phone screen, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for something, smiling in glee when he found it as he turned his phone to face the room.

Bakugou stepped closer to look at the screen, leaning forward as he caught sight of the photograph. It was that exact moment Bakugou was sure his heart had stopped beating, the sight of your wide smile as you grinned at the camera, holding up a playful hang loose sign with your hand as you stood outside a dingy looking music venue. A tattered Green Day shirt hanging from your body as you matched it with tights and a pair of Dr Marten boots. Your eyes looking directly at the camera as though you were looking directly at him, immediately reaching forward to snatch the phone from Kaminari’s hands as he took a closer look.

You were so hot? Pinching the screen with his fingers as he zoomed in on your face, feeling his skin begin to heat up as he thought about just how pretty you were. This is who he’d been talking to for the last few weeks, how had he never seen a picture of you before? This had been the person that had been insulting his band for the last few weeks and he had absolutely no idea, unable to quell the butterflies that began to erupt in his chest at the sight of you. His heart stuttering as his thoughts began to flood towards what it would be like to kiss you--

“See man, I fucking told you she was hot. We need to get her to come to the show.” Kaminari whined, throwing his head back onto the couch, “We’d look so frigging cute as a couple.”

“What makes you think she’d ever be interested in you, dumbass?” Bakugou scoffed, moving away when Kaminari tried to snatch his phone back. Instead, locking it and throwing it down onto the couch beside him before making his way back towards his drumkit.

“Oh, I’m sorry. How stupid of me.” Kaminari replied sarcastically, “She’d obviously be more interested in your winning personality.”

“Yeah? Like the rest of the girls online then.” Bakugou replied with a smirk, hitting the snare as he settled on the stool.

“Bakubro’s actually been talking to her a lot recently, haven’t you bro?” Kirishima grinned at his friend as he accepted the connection to a guitar amp from Sero, “I think it would be awesome to have her at a show, man. She might even write a good review for us once she sees us live.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she only hates us because Bakugou is such an asshole.” Sero grinned, passing the guitar he’d been tuning to Kaminari as he picked up his microphone.

“Not my fault she’s got shit music taste.”

“Just invite her, Bro. You’re the one that’s so determined to prove that we don’t suck. What better way than to show her?”

“Fuck off, I’m not inviting her. Now, are we gonna play or what?”

New tweet from Y/N [7:23PM]: Can’t wait for the Gravity Aura show tomorrow with support from No Heroes.

You laughed at the comments that began to flood in from No Heroes fans, telling you how prepared they were to finally convert you and how excited they were for your photographs from the show. Others asked whether they’d be able to meet you during the show and if you’d actually be staying for the entire set.

A message appeared in your inbox from Bakugou as you found yourself smiling before you’d even opened it.

OfficialDynamight [7:24PM]: I fucking knew you wanted to see us live.

Y/N [7:24PM]: I’m just there to interview Gravity Aura actually, but I might try and catch your set.

OfficialDynamight [7:25PM]: So you can finally apologise for being completely fucking wrong?

Y/N [7:26PM]: I guess that depends on the show you put on, doesn’t it?

OfficialDynamight [7:26PM]: You know we’re fucking good don’t even question it. You better watch us.

Rereading his words as you felt the butterflies begin to rise in your chest, he wanted you there.

You smiled at the tall security man at the main doors to the venue as you gave your name on the Press list, waiting patiently as he ticked your name off and moved to the side to let you into the venue. Collecting your press pass from the box office before walking through the venue. The familiar smell of beer and musky sweat filling your senses as you made your way through the dingy dive bar you’d been to many times before, the acoustics always seemed to be perfect for every show despite the shoddy interior. Pushing past the double doors as you made your way backstage.

“You stalkin’ me now?” You heard a familiar voice as you turned to face Bakugou. Your heart hammering against your ribcage as you looked him up and down, the first time you’d seen him face to face and he looked perfect, “Knew you were a fan-”

“Shut up! I’m here to interview Gravity Aura actually,” You almost choked on your words at the sight of him. His tall frame towering over you as he stepped closer, the loose black Metallica vest he was wearing completely distressed as it hung from his frame. Giving you the perfect opportunity to view the artwork that painted his skin, a full sleeve morphing into a pretty pattern against his left pectoral that almost looked like an explosion. A pair of plain black skinny jeans clinging to his muscular thighs, accenting every single ridge of muscle through the denim.

“My eyes are up here, shitty woman.” Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as you watched his muscles flex, “You really tryin’ to say you ain’t gonna watch our set?”

“I might,” You tried to be coy, but honestly if he was going to look like that the entire show you would most definitely be watching.

“Then you can stop lying to yourself about us being shit.” Bakugou scoffed as you broke off into a laugh. His eyes zoning in on the cute way your nose scrunched at his words as you stood together in the cramped hallway.

“Yeah, or it’ll finally prove my point, Dynamight.” You turned to leave, already feeling flustered after being in such close proximity to him.

“You’re gonna need a drink to watch their fuckin’ set, they suck.” Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes at the suggestion.

“I dunno, I think they’re quite good. It’s great to have more female-fronted pop-punk bands, you know?” You smiled at the shocked expression on his face before his brows furrowed into a glare.

“You like them but you don’t like my band? Are you stupid?” He scoffed.

“It must be the way they play the drums, huh?” Unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face at the sight of him gawking at you in disbelief as you stepped into Gravity Aura’s dressing room, already looking forward to seeing his set.

The entire performance you couldn’t take your eyes off Bakugou. The focus and determination he possessed while behind the drums were truly captivating, so much so you had to weave your way out of the chaotic mosh pit to watch from the sidelines. Too enticed by the way his brows furrowed in concentration as he knocked the sticks against the kit, sweat causing his messy spikes to stick to his brow as the droplets flicked into all directions from his fast beat. Feeling a certain heat rise inside you at the way his vest moved with his movements, his darkened areola peeking out from under the fabric as you noted the shiny barbell that slot comfortably through his nipple.

The rest of the concert was almost a blur as you spent the entire performance imagining sitting on his lap while he tapped a beat on the drums, the way his thick thigh would bounce you on his lap as he tapped out a beat on the bass pedal. His sweaty body sticking to your own as he would whisper absolute filth in your ear in the same husky voice that sounded over the microphone when it was his turn to sing.

Your heartbeat increased when you noticed the familiar opening beat to your favourite song off their EP, the one all the fans had been going crazy for online as Bakugou began to sing. The subtle rasp had your lips parting in a silent moan, watching the way he never missed a beat on the drums as he sang the lyrics perfectly. Sero jumped in at the chorus as the crowd went wild.

This felt completely different to the recorded EP you’d listened to by them, there was something so raw and honest with their performance. You found yourself even screaming along to some of the lyrics as you let yourself enjoy the set. Disappointed when Sero announced it was the last song before Gravity Aura would take the stage, wanting to see more of them. More of him.

The band walked off side of the stage as you lingered in the crowd, watching the stagehandsset up for the next band, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you went to check your socials. The screen already glowing with a new notification.

OfficialDynamight [8:02PM]: Told you we were fucking good.

Y/N [8:03PM]: I didn’t even say anything yet.

OfficialDynamight [8:03PM]: You don’t even have to, I saw you giving me heart eyes in the crowd. You getting your panties in a twist at the sight of me, yeah? 

He was so fucking cocky, but you couldn’t even deny watching him had made you flustered. Your thoughts immediately floating back to the intense gaze in his eyes as he focused on the beat of the drums.

OfficialDynamight [8:04PM]: If you even try and deny you enjoyed that, you’re a dirty fucking liar.

Y/N [8:04PM]: I’ll give it to you, that was a good set.

OfficialDynamight [8:04PM]: I fucking knew you loved us.

Y/N [8:04PM]: I didn’t say that.

OfficialDynamight [8:05PM]: You can stop lying to yourself now, Princess.

The nickname almost caused you to drop your cell phone, tightening your grip around the case as you reread it. Princess. You tried to imagine him saying it in the same raspy tone you’d heard before, the notion making you feel flushed as you stood in a sea full of people. Trying to distract yourself in your reply.

Y/N [8:07PM]: I mean, you’re definitely better live. I like the scrunchy face you make when you’re singing though, it’s cute. :)

OfficialDynamight [8:08PM]: YOU TRY DRUMMING AND SINGING AT THE SAME TIME AND THEN I’LL TELL YOU ABOUT YOUR FACE HUH?

Y/N [8:08PM]: You’d think it was cute, wouldn’t you?

OfficialDynamight [8:09PM]: You fucking wish.

Y/N [8:10PM]: Don’t lie.

You tried to use his own words against him as you saw him typing back a reply swiftly, gnawing your bottom lip as you eagerly awaited his response.

OfficialDynamight [8:11PM]: Maybe it’d be cute, you’d still fucking suck though.

Did he just call you cute? Maybe cute? Either way it made your heart flutter as you noticed the lights in the room go down to signal the next band taking the stage. You tried to ignore how upset you were after Gravity Aura’s set, hoping you’d manage to see Bakugou one last time before you had to get home. Nervous about missing the last subway train as you stood near the entrance. You knew that they had a lot of interviews to go through, and they held a meet and greet for their fans which seemingly meant that you wouldn’t be able to say goodbye. Deciding instead to text Bakugou that you were leaving to meet the last train, and hoping that you’d see him soon. Even with the disappointment, it was difficult to hide the smile on your face when he’d text you back.

OfficialDynamight [10:29PM]: You better fucking text me when you get home, I can’t get out of this stupid shit.

Y/N [10:30PM]: Aw, you really do care about me!

OfficialDynamight [10:31PM]: Don’t kid yourself, dumbass. I just don’t want something happening to you before you admit you love me.

OfficialDynamight [10:31PM]: *Love my band.

OfficialDynamight [10:32PM]: Don’t go getting any ideas.

Y/N [10:33PM]: It’s okay, I know you like me really.

OfficialDynamight [10:34PM]: Yeah? Maybe I fucking do.

The words caused your heart to soar, even if he’d corrected himself as you couldn’t wipe away the wide smile on your face as you made your way home. Dutifully doing so as you got through your front door, falling back onto your bed as you replied to his text before anything else.

Y/N[11:23PM]: Reporting myself home safe, daddy.

You instantly regret your words once you’d pressed send, feeling your cheeks heat up as you waited for him to reply. Hoping that it wouldn’t make him ghost you completely.

OfficialDynamight [11:24PM]: Good girl.

The words made your entire body shudder, a pleasurable twinge surging straight to your clit as you clenched your thighs together. Trying to imagine those exact same words in his voice, thinking about how they would sound with his body on top of yours as he slipped himself inside you.

You were giddy the entire time you were getting ready for bed, a ridiculous smile that you couldn’t seem to shake as you changed into your pyjamas, climbing beneath the covers as you snuggled beneath them.

You were falling in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

Bakugou couldn’t deny he found himself falling for you, the more time he spent without you the more he found himself missing your presence. Wanting to send you random text messages throughout the day just to find out what you were doing or if you were thinking about him too. Often checking his phone and rereading your last few messages from each other with his lips curled into a soft smile, slowly working up the courage to ask to see you again.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way about someone, if he ever had. Trying to look back at all the one night stands and casual hookups to see if he’d ever actually caught feelings for anyone but he hadn’t. There was just something about you that seemed to break the mould, no matter how much he tried to deny it, how much he tried to convince himself you were annoying, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was falling for you.

Maybe he should invite you to the No Heroes headline show like Kirishima had suggested, if you’d even come?

Pausing his beat on his drumkit as he placed the sticks on the top of the snare, reaching into his pocket to pull his cell phone out as he prepared to text you to ask. His phone illuminated with a new Twitter notification from you, unlocking his phone swiftly as he moved to read the caption.

New tweet from Y/N [10:44AM]: Amazing Mindjack show last night, thank you so much for inviting me Shinsou.

Bakugou felt his stomach turn to knots at the sight of you standing beside Mindjack. A wide smile on your face as his eyes instantly went towards his hand poised snugly around your waist. The tips of his fingers digging into your side as they hovered dangerously close to the round curve of your ass. Your body obviously being pulled against his chest as you wrapped both your arms around his thin waist, one of your hands grasping your wrist to circle him.

Immediately looking at the comments that flooded in beneath the image, fans saying how cute you looked together and how happy they were for you. Others expressed their anger that you were dating their favourite musician, complaining that they would no longer have a chance to profess their love.

Swallowing thickly to try and ignore the hurt that welled inside him, the emotion quickly masked with anger as he moved to message you. Unable to stop himself from typing out the harsh words that flowed onto the screen.

OfficialDynamight [10:47AM]: No wonder you hate my fucking band, it’s because you’re not interested in the music at all are you? Just another fucking groupie.

Rage boiled inside him as he angrily jabbed the screen with his thumb to press send, exiting out of the message to unfollow your profile. Uncaring about his cellphone screen as he chucked his phone across the room, hearing it clatter against the hardwood floor but he didn’t care. His entire body seething as he tried to calm his breathing, chest heaving while rage boiled inside him. Rubbing his hands on his jeans to try and dry the sweat off his palms as he ground his teeth together in irritation. Why did he let himself fall for you? He should’ve known you’d do this to him.

Leaning forward on his drum stool he picked his sticks back up, settling his foot against the bass pedal as he began to tap out an aggressive beat. Loud bangs vibrating through the empty garage as he followed the rhythm of his rage, angry clashes of the symbols as he took his anger out on the kit in front of him. Feeling the tension in his muscles slowly starting to release with each harsh hit on the snare.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Kirishima yelled over the frantic bang of drums in the garage, his hands coming up to cover his ears. Sweat pooling from Bakugou’s body as he landed harsh hits to the drums, his barefoot bouncing against the bass pedal, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothin’,” Bakugou continued his beat, his thigh bouncing in quick succession as he tried to ignore Kirishima standing to the side of him.

“Don’t lie to me, man. Something’s obviously up.” Kirishima crossed his arms across his chest as he yelled at his best friend over the sound of the drums, unsure whether Bakugou had even heard him until the harsh noise came to a quiet tap.

“Something must have happened?” Kirishima’s hand reached out to grab the clattering symbol that Bakugou had just hit angrily, ceasing the loud clang as he gave it a look, “I’m not gonna leave until you tell me, Bro. So you-”

“She’s fuckin’ dating Mindjack.” Bakugou mumbled, cutting off Kirishima as he pushed his blond hair away from his sweaty forehead, the strands sticking together as they pointed up in random directions as Bakugou panted from exertion, “All this time.”

“And she didn’t say anything?”

“Course she fuckin’ didn’t. Why would she?”

“It seems a little odd that she’d talk to you for all this time when she’s got a boyfriend though?” Kirishima tried to reason, “Did you ask her about it?”

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” Bakugou growled, his foot bouncing against the bass pedal angrily, “It’s fuckin’ done.”

How had Bakugou Katsuki managed to do this to you?

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes, clumping against your lashes as they began to spill down your cheeks. Blurring your vision as you re-read his words.

OfficialDynamight: no wonder you hate my fucking band, it’s because you’re not interested in the music at all are you? Just another fucking groupie.

Noticing that you couldn’t reply to him, a sign that he’d blocked you from his social media accounts. Somehow this hurt more as you were unable to confront him, even if you’d wanted to. You should’ve never allowed yourself to fall for him, it was your fault for allowing him in. Letting him penetrate the locked cage of your heart and soul as he broke you from the inside out. A different kind of pain to those daily aches and pains, this one hit so much deeper. He’d broken down every wall you claimed you’d put up for your safety, vowing to never allow someone to hurt you again. Protecting your heart for yourself before all others, not wanting anyone to navigate you back to your darkest place.

You couldn’t do this again, you didn’t want to resign yourself to the heartbreak as you moved to his social media profiles, finding his handle as you blocked him back to shut him out. Doing what you had to do to protect yourself from any more pain and disappointment.

Dumping your phone onto your bedside table you pulled your duvet around your body, snuggling into the comforting fabric as your tears continued to fall. A gentle playlist flowing from your speakers as you tried to ignore the pang in your chest at the realisation that Bakugou didn’t want you back.

You’d be okay, you always were. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

A few hours later you woke up to your phone buzzing against your bedside table, rubbing the dried tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie as you picked it up, trying to ignore how dry and irritated your retina were as you unlocked the screen. Checking the new notifications on Twitter from Red Riot, Bakugou’s bandmate. Already expecting him to be coming up with a bullshit excuse for him that you didn’t want to hear as you contemplated deleting the message and blocking him too, you’d block every single member of the band if you had to. There was no way you’d ever be posting about them online again. The ache still hammering in your chest at Bakugou’s rejection the day before as you swiped at the screen.

RedRiot [4:24PM]: Hey

RedRiot [4:25PM]: Look, I know it would be easier to delete this but would you please hear me out? Bakugou is really upset.

The insinuation that he was more upset than you hurt as you backed out of the message to screenshot the last words Bakugou had sent to you, forwarding it across to Kirishima with a blunt message.

Y/N [4:31PM]: He’s the one that's hurting? When he’s the one that sent me this-

RedRiot [4:32PM]: I didn’t know he’d said that to you…

Y/N [4:34PM]: Yeah? Well, he did. Doesn’t matter now anyway.

RedRiot [4:35PM]: He was just really upset to see you with Mindjack, I think he really liked you and he didn’t realise you were dating.

Y/N [4:35PM]: Dating? I’m not dating Mindjack?

RedRiot [4:35PM]: Wait, you’re not?

Y/N [4:37PM]: No? I literally just reviewed his show. It was supposed to be out today but I didn’t get to finish it after Bakugou decided to be an fucking asshole.

RedRiot [4:38PM]: OMG that’s great news

Was he serious right now? Great news? Did he not hear anything that you’d just told him, already finding yourself irritated as you went to give him a snappy retort before he messaged again.

RedRiot [4:40PM]: Look, he was so upset when he thought you were dating Mindjack earlier. He’d never admit it, but he really likes you. I’ve never seen him this way around a girl before, and I can always tell when he’s talking to you because he’s always smiling.

Y/N [4:41PM]: If he really liked me he should’ve been straight up and not jumped to conclusions over a stupid picture.

RedRiot [4:42PM]: You’ve probably noticed by now, but Bakugou isn’t the best at sharing his feelings. I promise he’s a really great guy.

RedRiot [4:45PM]: Will you at least think about coming to the show? I know he fucked up, but whether he’d admit it or not. I know Bakugou would really want to see you.

You locked your phone after the conversation, pulling your legs up to your chest in a soft huddle. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, you missed him.

And if there was a chance he missed you too then maybe you should take it.

You felt bile rise in your stomach as you entered the music venue, the AAA sticker stuck to your thigh as you weaved through the crowd. Trying to decide whether to just lurk at the back of the room and watch or just go home. It felt suffocating, your heart aching at the thought of even seeing Bakugou as you tried to decide what to do.

RedRiot [7:20PM]: You here yet?

Rereading the message as you tried to decide whether to answer or not, he’d already seen that you’d read it by now but you could still come up with an excuse.

Y/N [7:24PM]: I just got here…

RedRiot [7:26PM]: I’m so glad you decided to come, you got the pass right? Come backstage, I’ll be here if you’re nervous.

RedRiot [7:27PM]: Unless you want me to come and get you?

Y/N [7:27PM]: It’s fine, I’m coming.

You lingered at the door to their dingy dressing room as your knuckles hovered over the shoddy wood, trying to work up the courage to actually knock on the door to enter. Your heart pounding in your ribcage as you took a deep breath, allowing your knuckles to rap them against the door. Unsure whether they would be able to hear you over the loud rambunctious laughter inside so you took a deep breath as you let yourself inside.

The loud bustling came to a quiet stop as four sets of eyes glanced towards your frame in the doorway, nervously standing under their gaze as you shuffled your feet at the door.

It wasn’t too late to run, you thought, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth as you sincerely considered it.

“Hey! Thanks for coming.” Kirishima hopped up from his chair and bound across the room to greet you in the doorway, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. Almost trying to anchor you in place to make sure you wouldn’t leave.

“What is she doing here?” Bakugou grumbled when he saw you standing in the doorway nervously, his vermilion orbs meeting your own as you felt the same feelings begin to resurface.

“I- I can go,” You mumbled, toying with your fingers nervously as you made to step back from the room, already feeling overwhelmed by the situation and being here.

“But you just got here, please stay-” Kirishima placed a large, comforting palm on your lower back as he helped you step inside the room.

Bakugou’s bandmates all came up to introduce themselves as Bakugou lingered near the back of the room, leaning against the vanity table as Kirishima ushered them out. Leaving you alone to talk with Bakugou, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well, are you gonna say anything or-” Bakugou was quick to cut you off.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mumbled, looking down at his worn vans as he tried to get the words out, “I shouldn’t have lashed out like that-”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” You glared at him angrily as he lifted his gaze to meet yours. Obviously not expecting the raised tone to your voice, “I really fucking liked you, Bakugou.”

Hearing his last name leaving your lips made him ache, a hurt expression flashing through his eyes as he listened to you speak.

“I actually thought you liked me too.” You whispered.

“I do.” Bakugou rasped, “That’s why when I saw the picture of you with that bastard, and all the comments underneath I got pissed and lashed out.”

“You know those messages are what I have to deal with on a near daily basis, right?” You recalled the amount of times you’d had random strangers on the internet call you a groupie, a whore, a slut that was only interested in sleeping with guys from bands, “You can’t believe everything you see on the internet, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” He rasped, a guilty look on his face.

“Otherwise you’d have to admit OFA are a better band than No Heroes.” You teased, watching the way he sneered at you.

“I know you don’t fuckin’ think that.” Bakugou glared.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?” He took a step into your personal space, his scent overwhelming your senses as you drank him in. His sheer mass hulking over you as his deep red eyes gazed down at you with mischief.

“You’re so fuckin’ annoying.” He growled down at you.

“So are you.” You quipped.

His calloused palm reached up to cup your neck, his thumb brushing against your jawline as you felt yourself lean into his touch. Your eyes fluttering from the soothing drag of his skin against yours as he leaned forward, warm breath fanning your face as his lips met yours in a slow, sensual kiss. The moment you collided it was as though nothing else mattered, pouring his feelings and emotions into the kiss as his tongue stroked against your lips, begging for entry which you gladly allowed. Your bodies melding together as your hands reached out for something, anything to keep you grounded as your head began to spin. Grabbing fistfuls of the band shirt he was wearing as you held him tight, feeling his tongue swipe against your own as you let out a soft moan which was engulfed by his mouth. Bakugou’s hand tightening its grip on your neck as his other began to trace patterns against your back, elaborate circles that had you arching into his touch, gasping for breath when you felt him squeeze the round cheek of your ass.

“You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Bakugou’s chest heaved as he sucked in a breath, his lips ghosting against your own as he held you tight. Unable to resist bringing you back into another deep kiss, this time your hands becoming bolder in their movements. Tracing the muscular contours of his chest through his shirt, dipping your hands towards the hem of his low-slung shorts as your fingertips slipped underneath the hem of his clothes, brushing against his bare skin as you teased the fuzzy trail of hair that sat below his belly button.

“Fuck,” He growled against your lips, “Best be careful, Princess.”

“Or what?” You smiled as you splay your palm against his chest,

Bakugou used his grip on your body to push you forward, making you walk backwards as you felt the back of your thighs hit something, gasping in surprise as you fell backwards. Landing on the worn leather sofa that sat in the room. Bakugou followed after as he settled between your parted thighs, not once breaking the kiss as his tongue lapped at the roof of your mouth. Your hands moving up to weave through the messy hairs at the base of his neck, fingernails dragging through the buzzed hair of his undercut as you felt him shudder against you.

You couldn’t quite believe this was happening, this was something you’d thought about when you lay in bed at night. Imagining how it would feel to have his body pressed against yours, completely surrounded by his intoxicating scent. Having him here now felt like a fever dream, fearing that you could wake up at any moment and be back at home alone in your bed once more. The thought causing you to cling tighter to him, a low growl leaving Bakugou’s lips when you tugged at his hair, your thigh latching onto his hip as his hand manoeuvred to your ass, grinding the tent in his shorts against your clothed sex.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He rasped as he pulled away from your lips, giving you a moment to breathe before he made you throb again as he began to press hot, searing kisses along your jawline.

“I’m not,” You mumbled in your love-drunk stupor, squeezing your thighs against Bakugou’s hips as he pulled away from your neck. A serious look in his eyes as his brows furrowed, vermilion orbs gazing down at you.

“Yes, you fuckin’ are.” He pecked your lips as you felt your heart do somersaults, “And I’ll keep sayin’ it til you believe it.”

Using his grip on your ass to roll his hips against yours, grinning at the breathless gasp you made at the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your core. Your hands grabbing for him as you tried to pull him back towards you, the distance was already too far. Bakugou’s lips curling into a grin as he latched onto your pulse point, his teeth biting down on the supple skin as he sucked the junction of your throat. Your head laying back on the worn cushions as your back arched into his touch, his touch scorching against you as you scrambled to hold onto him. Trying to ground yourself as you let out a deep moan, Bakugou’s tongue lashing against you as he soothed the skin, pulling back to assess his work before you were already desperately trying to pull him back into a sloppy kiss. His wet lips connecting with yours as he smirked, his nose bumping against yours playfully as he continued peppering you with soft kisses.

“Hey, I’m guessing you guys made up then?” Kirishima called from the door, Bakugou pulling away from you with a snarl as he glared towards his friend in the doorway.

Feeling yourself heat up in embarrassment of being caught in such a compromising position as Bakugou yelled out obscenities, trying to get Kirishima to leave the room as he kept you pinned to the sofa.

“I wish I could, dude. But we’re due on stage like now-” Kirishima moved his gaze to you, “I’m gonna have to steal him away, sorry.” You gave him a shy smile as you felt Bakugou’s grip tighten on you, obviously contemplating not going on stage at all.  

“Come on, Bakubro.” Sero poked his head in and made a wolf whistle when he saw the position the pair of you were in, “It’s headline night, baby-”

“Why does everyone always want Bakugou?” Kaminari groaned when he saw you both on the sofa in the dressing room.

“It’s the bad boy image, Denks. You don’t have it-” Sero laughed, patting his best friend on the back.

“Come on, man.” Kirishima tried to push his other band members out of the doorway, “You gonna watch us side stage?” He directed to you as you gave him a shy nod.

“Give me a fuckin’ second, assholes.” Bakugou rasped as his bandmates left to prepare for their set.

“You okay?” He asked gently, his red irises looking into yours for any sign that you may not be. Giving him a small smile as you nodded in affirmation, making him press a final peck to your lips before getting up from the sofa.

“Fuck,” He grumbled under his breath as he readjusted his shorts, making you laugh as he tried to hide the raging hard-on beneath the fabric.

“Whatcha laughin’ at, hah?” He sent you a playful glare, reaching a hand out to you to help you off the couch as he pulled you up with ease.

“Come on, ‘m gonna show you the best fuckin’ show you’ve ever seen.” He smirked cockily, leading you out of the dressing room and towards the stage.

“Yeah? We’ll see- ow!” You cried playfully when Bakugou landed a harsh smack to your ass.

The moment you made it to the side of the stage you could hear the crowd roaring, the synchronized chants of No Heroes sounding out and filling the venue as the band slowly began to walk out on stage. Bakugou leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before he stepped out last, walking straight to his drumkit as he pulled the sticks from his back pocket. Taking a seat on the stool as he slapped them together to signal the start of the first song. The loud bass roaring to action as the sound filled the speakers, the music vibrating through you as you watched them lose their inhibitions on stage. Sero’s voice singing out over the loud instruments as the first song began.

Much like the first time you’d seen them perform, you found you were unable to take your eyes off Bakugou. There was just something so enticing about watching him play, the controlled focus on his features as he tapped the beat out on the drums effortlessly. Rubbing your thighs together as you were reminded of your unsatiated need, trying to give yourself some light relief as you watched the way his muscles contracted with each movement.

This was the Bakugou you wanted to see, the true raw emotion that he exuded when he was on stage. Your eyes were captivated by his every move, watching the sweat begin to collect against his brow as he pushed his hair from his eyes, shaking the sweat off as he took hard, deep breaths between songs. Each gap he’d glance over at you, giving you a small smile while Sero worked the audience. The familiar guitar introduction of your favourite No Heroes song sounding out as Bakugou smirked, leaning forward on the stool slightly as he began to tap out a beat, his thigh bouncing as he kicked the bass pedal, breaking out into the melodic chorus as his voice flowed through the microphone. Pouring out every bit of emotion he felt inside him into the song, the words flowing through the air and straight into your soul.

Sorrow flowing through your veins as you heard Sero announce that this was the final song, glancing out at the crowd as they cheered for No Heroes. You didn’t want the performance to end, moving your focus back onto Bakugou as he prepared to start the song. The whole band turning to face him as they were counted in. The guitars blending together perfectly with Bakugou’s beat as you watched him pour all his energy into the set.

Sweat dripping off his body and pooling on the ground around him as he picked up his towel, trying to wipe himself off as he raised a final fist to the crowd, holding his drumsticks above his head before he chucked both into the audience. Creating a mini-scuffle in the crowd as fans fought for a memento of their show. Bakugou quickly turning to make his way back to the side of the stage where you were still waiting for him.

“Well?” He wiped some of the sweat from his brow with a black towel around his neck as he moved to pull you into a hug, which you tried to escape. His skin glistened with moisture as you squealed, his arms circling you as you were pressed against his damp chest. Feeling the wetness pressing against your shirt as you tried to wriggle out of his tight grip.

“Get off, you’re so sweaty.” You cried, moving your head back as he kept your body pressed snugly against his, his musky scent provocative as you found yourself eager to be engulfed in it. Calming your thrashing as you allowed it to gather around you as you inhaled deeply,

“You love it, don’t lie,” Bakugou smirked, flicking his head to try and move some of his messy spikes from his vision, droplets of sweat flicking against your face.

“Ew,” You laughed as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, almost as though he was marking you with his scent.

“You gonna tell me what you thought?” His eyes looked hopeful as he waited for your reaction, the rest of his band bustling in the background as the crowd continued to cheer, even though the lights in the venue had powered back on.

“You were incredible.” You replied in earnest, “Seriously.”

You wished you could’ve captured the elation in his eyes at the words, a big smile you’d never seen before appearing on his face as he tightened his grip around you, ignoring your cries of protest about how sweaty he was as he pulled you into a kiss.

“It’s getting really late, I should probably get home.”

“Hold on, I’ll walk you home.”

A subtle moonlight illuminated the pavement as you walked home, Bakugou’s thick arms nudging into your side as he tried to decide whether to grab your hand. Maybe put his arm around you instead? He wasn’t sure what to do so instead remained silent beside you, but there was something different about Bakugou that made silence serene.

Maybe it was the knowledge that you didn’t have to talk to feel comfortable with him, no sound to try and overcompensate for awkward tension. Everything felt so natural, so normal. You wanted to feel this way all the time, to be with him all the time. There was just something about Bakugou Katsuki that you couldn’t seem to shake, gravitating towards his orbit whenever he spoke. Something so raw and true about him that you’d never quite found in another person before, it was difficult to find that kind of unabashed honesty anymore.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Bakugou’s husky voice spoke out, deliberately nudging your shoulder as you walked along the quiet streets.

“Mmm, nothing really.” You tried to act coy, there was no way you were going to tell him what you were really thinking about. The pent up urges from the venue still whirring inside you as you thought back to how his muscular body had felt on top of you.

“Oi, what did I tell you about lying?” Bakugou grunted, his nose scrunching in the same way you’d observed he did whenever he was annoyed, “Stop being a brat and answer the fuckin’ question.”

“Oh? You wanna know that I’m thinking about you?” Bakugou’s cheeks tinged pink at your answer, obviously not expecting you to be so blunt. “How about you, Bakugou? What are you thinking about?”

You hoped that he was going to say you, longing to hear the confession of his desire for you leaving his lips. You needed to hear that he wanted you too, just as much as you wanted him. That you occupied his thoughts in the same way he was now taking over yours, flooding your mind with all thoughts of Bakugou Katsuki and filling your conscience to the brim until there was no space left for anything else.

“Tch, you dumbass.” He muttered, eyes facing forward as you continued walking together.

“What was that? I’m not sure I quite heard you, Bakugou.” You teased, already knowing loud and clear what he’d just confessed.

“You fuckin’ heard me,” He almost shouted, the sound making a wide smile appear on your face, “And call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki.” You hummed the name, the melody sounding so perfect coming from your lips as Bakugou longed to hear you say it over and over again.

Pulling your key out of your pocket as you moved to open your front door, Bakugou lingering behind as he waited for you to get inside safely.

“Goodnight.” He whispered, shuffling his feet as he was obviously trying to decide whether he should kiss you or not. An internal argument in his mind overstepping closer and scooping you into his arms or just turning and walking away.

“Are you not coming in?” You lingered in the doorway as you watched Bakugou turn to leave, his lip curling into a small smile as he stepped back towards you as you kept the door open for him to step inside your apartment.

Closing it gently as he slipped his vans off and left them beside yours at the door, following you through to the living room as he looked around your quaint home.

“‘m glad you came tonight.” He murmured, leaning into your touch as you leaned up on tip-toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him down into a gentle kiss.

“I’m glad I came too,” You smiled, “I wasn’t going to-”

“I know.”

“Kiri convinced me though. Told me you weren’t as big an asshole as you seem-” You grinned at the dopey smile that appeared on his face, “I’m still not sure if he’s right though.”

“Yeah, yeah. And you’re fuckin’ annoying too, you know.” He groaned, but there was no true malice in his words.

“But you love it.” You teased.

“Yeah, I do-”

You took his large palm in your own as you lead him towards your bedroom, giving him a lingering peck on the lips as you moved to put some music on. Slipping on one of your soft, romantic pop-punk playlists as he sat down on the edge of your bed. Giving him a gentle smile as you walked towards him as the slow, soothing music played through your speaker. Standing between his parted thighs as Bakugou’s arms coiled around you, caging you in against him as you drape your arms over his shoulders.

Bakugou’s large palms moved to grasp your ass, kneading the cheeks as you lowered your lips to his, craning his neck to meet you in a sultry kiss. Your soft moans captured in his mouth as he continued to massage your rear, using his grip on you to pull you closer as your fingers danced along his face, feeling the rough stubble against his jawline as you cupped his cheeks, boldly pushing your tongue between his parted lips as you deepened the kiss.

This was nothing like any other relationship you’d had before, it felt completely new and fresh. A different kind of intimacy that you had longed to feel but had never been able to experience until now. Each touch Bakugou left on your body kept tiny volts of electricity flowing through you, your heart racing in your chest as he began to move his hands higher, slipping underneath the distressed shirt you wore to the show as he splayed his palms against your bare back, silently waiting for you to permit him to proceed.

You answered by breaking away from the kiss, reaching down to the hem of your shirt to pull the fabric up and over your head, discarding it to the floor as you stood between his parted thighs in a plain black bra. Bakugou’s eyes instantly shooting towards your exposed skin, mapping out the beautiful contours of your body as he pulled you back towards him, nuzzling his face against your round breasts as you ran your fingers through his messy hair.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned as his palms explored the new territory, stroking along your sides as he came to the bottom of your bra. Thick fingers thumbing the underside of your breasts, watching carefully as your back arched into his touch.

His lips pressing gentle kisses to the supple skin that peeked out of the black cups, holding his head as he gave playful nips to you, his nose nuzzling the skin as his fingers moved to your back to unclasp the fabric, feeling it loosen around your body as the cups hung lifelessly against you. Moving back so you could pull the material away from your body, letting it fall to the ground as you exposed your chest to Bakugou.

“Shit,” He sucked in a breath at the sight of you bare in front of him. Your breasts posed beautifully for him as he pressed a gentle kiss against your soft nipple, watching the way it hardened beneath his touch. Stiffening to a peak as he repeated the motion on the other side. Large palms cupping your mounds as you let out an airy sigh, moaning as he languidly began to lap at your chest. His tongue slathering spit against your darkened areolas, dragging the tip around your buds as you tried to get him to suck them into his mouth. Tightening your grip on the back of his head as your fingernails dug into the skin, groaning when you felt him comply. His teeth dragging gently against the surface as he sucked one between his lips.

“Fuck, Katsuki.” You mewled, leaning your weight against him as you felt his tongue lash against your nipple, cheeks hollowing as he began to suck crudely. The sound audible over the playlist you’d put on as he pulled back from your mound with a pop, blowing cool air against the wet skin as you shuddered. A smirk on his face as he moved to the other side, mimicking the action as you began to rub your thighs together, “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” He pulled away, lips pouted as he blew cold air against your other stiff peak, “How good?”

“So good.” You gasped when his fingers moved to your jeans, tugging the button as it popped open, your fly unzipping as he began to help you out of the denim. The material slipping to the floor as you stepped out of it, exposing your matching black panties to his eyes as he sucked in a breath.

“Why am I the only one getting naked?” You whined as Bakugou’s hands instantly moved to turn you to the side so he could get a better view. Marvelling the way your underwear curved around the shape of your ass, clinging to your body perfectly as he grabbed a fistful. Squeezing gently as the fabric slipped between your cheeks, pulling back to give the surface a soft smack, making you cry out for him.

“Cause you’re prettier.” He murmured, giving your cheek another spank as he cherished the way you cried out for him.

“No, I’m not,” You scrunch your nose in disagreement as he repeated the motion, harder this time as the smack reverberated around your room.

“Yes, you fuckin’ are.” Bakugou squeezed the roundness of your ass, fingertips digging into the skin he’d just spanked. The sensation causes a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure to ebb through you.

“Katsu, please.” You pouted as your fingers tugged at his shirt, trying to get him to remove it as he finally caved in.

“Fine, fine. So whiny.” He sassed playfully as he leaned back to pull the fabric up and over his head as he dropped it to the floor to join your clothes.

Your hungry eyes immediately drinking in his exposed skin, hands smoothing along his defined pectorals as you brushed through the thin lines of blond hair that danced against his chest. Grazing his nipples as you enjoyed mapping out his body, unabashedly ogling him as he stroked his warm palms along your outer thighs.

“You’re so pretty.” You cooed, pressing a playful kiss to his lips as you pressed against his pectorals so his back was flush on the mattress.

“Yeah? I’m pretty, am I?” He teased back, large palms curling around the back of your thighs as he pulled you on top of him. Your legs on either side of his hips as your clothed cunt was pressed flush against his crotch. The sensation making him grunt softly as he rolled his hips against you, creating delicious friction between both your bodies as his lashes fluttered.

“You’re the fuckin’ pretty one.” He growled as he grabbed both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, grinding you down against his bulge as he deliberately rolled your hips against him, ensuring to drag against your clit with each circular motion. The sensation causing your walls to clench around nothing as you felt your slick dampening the fabric of your panties and sticking to his jeans, “God, you’re such a fuckin’ mess and I’ve barely touched you.”

His fingers slipped between your thighs to brush the back of his knuckles against your clothed slit, feeling how wet you were through the thin barrier of clothing. You sucked in a breath as you felt him nudge your clit, rolling your hips to try and give yourself some more stimulation as he watched the way your chest heaved at the sensation. Having the perfect vantage point of your round breasts above him as he moved his other hand to tweak one of your hard nipples.

Shuddering as you felt his fingers stroke the apex of your thighs, goosebumps littering your skin as he slipped his calloused fingers beneath the hem of your panties, fingers grazing over your outer labia as he spread you open, delving his digits between your messy folds. A growl echoing from deep in his chest as the feeling of you beneath his touch, so wet and slick for him as he trailed along your cunt. Teasingly flicking your sensitive nub before travelling lower, tracing gentle circles around your tight entrance as he felt your walls flutter at his ministrations. Desperately trying to drag him in deeper, to feel him stretching you out as you writhed above him.

Becoming impatient as you moved your own hands from their position on his chest to the waistband of his jeans, fingers tugging at his belt as you managed to unbuckle it, leaving it threaded through the loops as you began pawing at his fly. Unbuttoning the denim as you tugged at the material, trying to give yourself as much space as possible to free his aching cock. You whimpered when you saw how thick he looked beneath the grey boxer briefs he was wearing. A dark circle of pre staining the fabric as you palmed him through the thin fabric, making him grunt as he jerked his hips sloppily.

“Don’t,” His hand was quick to catch your wrist, yanking you back from his crotch as he let out the strained breath he’d been holding in, his chest heaving as he looked up at the ceiling.

The movement catching you off guard as you took it to be an instant rejection, trying to ignore the romantic playlist that was playing in the background, words flowing through the speakers about love and eternity that only seemed to exasperate your feelings. Bakugou immediately caught the look of hurt that was fraught on your features, his gaze softening as his grip on your wrist loosened.

“Oh fuck, no-” He rambled, “Not because it didn’t feel good- shit- because you’ll have me cummin’ in my fuckin’ pants if you keep that up.”

You felt the heavy weight in your chest dissipate at his words, the fear that he’d taken you this far just to reject you now removed as Bakugou began to stroke soothing circles along your thigh, his thumb slipping between your slick folds to find your puffy clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub as he began to rub slow circles around it.

“You like that?” Bakugou rasped as he pressed harder against your clit, watching your face contorted in pleasure as you tried to form a response, instead the words slipping out in an incoherent jumble. Your hips buckled as you tried to get him to give you something, anything more to help send you over the edge.

“More,” You managed to gasp out, your smaller hands wrapping around his thick wrist to try and get him to move towards your entrance, eager to have him inside you.

“More? Greedy little thing, aren’tcha?” Bakugou coddled you, “This not enough for you, Princess?”

“Don’t tease, Katsu.” You whined as you felt his thumb leave your clit, instead stroking along your outer lips as he watched you trying to gain more stimulation for yourself, your hips rolling as you tried to position his touch to where you needed it most. Taking pity on you as he moved his middle finger to slip inside your tight heat.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ.” He groaned at the feeling of your inner walls squeezing around his digit, “You’re so tight.”

You felt his blunt nails dragging along your spongy inner walls, curling his finger to try and find the spot inside you he knew would have you coming undone for him. Trying to drop your hips on his hand to get him deeper inside you as you moved your palms back to rest on his chest, trying to gain traction as you began to fuck yourself on his finger.

“God, I could look at you like this all damn day.” Bakugou kept his hand still as he watched you roll your hips against him, occasionally curling the digit just to hear what sweet moans he could pull from your lips, “So fuckin’ pretty.”

You mewled indignantly when he pulled his finger from your dripping cunt, scrunching your nose as he moved his hand to grab the back of your thigh, your essence sticking to your skin uncomfortably as he caught you by surprise, hoisting you up his body until you were resting against his pectorals.

“What are you doing?” Your face flushed in confusion as your lower half was positioned dangerously close to his face.

“What’s it look like, Princess?” He tugged on your thighs again, moving them over his shoulders so you were hovering over his face. The headboard of your bed was too far away to hold as you trembled above him, “‘m getting a taste.”

Your body flushed in embarrassment as he tugged your panties to the side, getting a close look at your puffy lips.

“Look at this pretty little pussy,” You keen at his words, almost falling backwards before his strong arms weave under your thighs to hold you steady. Holding your ass in his large palms, dropping you down onto his eager mouth. Feeling the flat of his tongue lick a long swipe along your sex, your slick coating it as he tasted you for the first time, the taste igniting something feral inside him as a low growl vibrated in his throat.

“Even better than I imagined,” He murmured before diving in for more, the desire inside you overwhelming as he began to feast on your cunt. His tongue glided between your labia as he found your tight entrance, circling it with the tip of his tongue before prodding it inside your saccharine walls. His nose was snug against your clit as you found yourself grinding down against him. Your hands immediately looking for something to hold onto to try and ground yourself as your fingers weaved into his messy hair. Fingernails dragging against his scalp as you began to ride his face.

“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl.” He growled, enjoying the sensation of you tugging his hair at the root, rutting his hips against nothing as he tried to create some friction for his neglected cock, “Got such a pretty pussy, don’tcha?”

His words made your entire body flush, a heat pooling between your legs as you felt him move back up, his tongue sliding along your sex as he wrapped his lips around your clit. His teeth lightly grazing it as he began to suck, his cheeks hollowing as he lashed his tongue against the sensitive nub. The motion caused you to cry out for him, trying to shut your thighs around his head as the sensation became too overwhelming. Bakugou kept his grip on your ass firm as he continued to work your clit, enjoying the way you caged him in, as though you were trying to suffocate him.

Jumbled words began to tumble from your lips as you tried to form coherent words to describe how you were currently feeling, but you couldn’t. The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt before as he continued to work your body with precision. His hand curling around your body to rest against your pelvis as he angled your hips, keeping you steady as he lashed his tongue against your sensitive nub.

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped, feeling the familiar ache inside you as your climax surged through you like a tidal wave. Your hands pulling at Bakugou’s hair as you bucked your hips erratically against his touch. His grip keeping his lips against you as he held you steady. Trying to close your thighs to no avail as he continued working your clit in his mouth. Bakugou’s vermilion eyes completely focused on your face as your lips parted in a near-constant whine. His name spilling from your throat like a dull mantra, crying out for him as though he was some sort of deity.

“S’too much, I can’t-” You tried to mumble out, your thighs quivering as you felt the intensity of your orgasm still flowing through you, “I’m so-”

You couldn’t find the words, as quickly as you’d reached your first climax, Bakugou had been relentless in granting you your second. Your body almost falling forward if it wasn’t for his grip on you, a display of pure strength from the blond as he kept you upright while continuing to lap against your folds. Nuzzling your sensitive clit before moving his lips down to taste your release on his tongue, shamelessly slurping at your cunt as the lewd noises filled your bedroom and sounded over your playlist.

“You’re such a mess,” Bakugou smirked as he finally gave you a moment to recover as he pulled back from your sex, your slick glistening against his chin as he licked his lips greedily.

“That was-” You didn’t even know how to describe it, if there were even words in this life that could describe the euphoria you felt.

“I know.” He replied cockily, a dopey grin on his face as you made a motion to slap his cheek playfully, “Oi, is that how you treat someone that just made you cum like that- twice,”

“So fucking cocky.” You rolled your eyes as you felt him shuffle behind you, your body still resting around his neck.

“Yeah, I am.” You turned back to watch his thumbs slipping into the hem of his boxers, tugging the fabric down to let it keep around his muscular thighs. His thick cock springing free as you couldn’t help but stare.

You knew he was going to be big, but this was completely unexpected. You could tell how heavy his cock was from the way it slapped down against his abdomen, the sheer girth enough to have your cunt throbbing as you wondered how you’d even be able to take him in. A heavy set of balls sat at the base, a faint scattering of hair around them as the length was just as intimidating. You noted the way it curved, forking veins scattered along it which only seemed to add to his sheer mass as your eyes were met with the mushroomed head. A thick bead of pre oozing from the tip and dribbling against his chest as he moved to give himself a quick pump with his fist, smearing the pre along his length.

“You don’t have to, you know-” Bakugou whispered honestly, his eyes looking up into yours for any sign of reluctance as you shook your head.

“No, I want to.” You reassured him, “I have for a while.”

Bakugou lifted you with ease as he moved you back down to his hips, watching as you used his chest for leverage as you eased your thighs up, taking him in one hand as he hissed on impact. The sensation of your small hand around his impressive girth had him throbbing as he watched you position him at your entrance.

“I don’t think I prepped you enough, Princess. You’re fuckin’ tight-” Bakugou tried to move a hand back between your thighs to stretch you out before slipping his thick cock inside but you were quick to brush him away. Your hand pushing his larger one away as he let out a guttural groan at your refusal.

“No, I want it now.” You pouted childishly as you pressed the bulging head inside you, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him beginning to stretch you out. A gentle throb between your thighs as you slowly began to roll your hips against him, trying to get yourself accustomed to the size as you began to drop yourself lower and lower on his thick cock.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so fuckin’ hot you have no idea-” Bakugou cursed as he rambled on about how beautiful you looked taking his cock, what a good girl you were being for him. His sweet praises only aiding you in taking him inside your walls, fluttering around him as you were eager to please.

“Atta girl,” Bakugou groaned when he felt you take him down to the base. Your messy slick stringing in his neatly trimmed pubic hair as you took a moment to adjust to the intrusion. The subtle tremor of your velvety walls around him made it near impossible for him not to buck up into you, tightening his grip on your hips as the calloused pads of his fingers dug into your sides, no doubt leaving bruises.

“Katuski.” You sighed when you finally began to move against him, grinding yourself against his pelvis as his pubic hair stimulated your clit. Dragging yourself back and forth as you basked in the sensation, throwing your head back as you used his body to get yourself off.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Bakugou cooed, a hand reaching up to flick your nipple as he kept his grip on your hips, letting you move at a pace you desire, “You makin’ yourself feel good, yeah?”

“Feel so good, Suki. You feel good-” You warbled, tears blanking your vision from the stretch as you selfishly worked yourself towards another orgasm.

Your hips stuttered with each movement as you began to lift yourself before dropping yourself back down on his cock, repeating the motion as his thickness dragged along your spongy walls. Each drag of his cock inside you had you feeling warm, hot molten lava flowing through your body as you began to roll your hips above him. Pulling more beautiful sounds from between his lips. Generating invigorating friction as you tried to keep up a steady pace. Your body already overwhelmed by pleasure and you couldn’t get enough as you continued to ride him.

Bakugou’s hands were all over you, touching every single curve of your body he could reach, moving his palms up to cup your round breasts. Feeling the weight in his palms as he thumbed your nipples, cherishing the pretty whine that he managed to pull from your lips at the sensation. Continuing lower as he stroked your soft curves, moving the flat of his palm to press against your pelvis. Certain he could almost feel his thick cock buried deep inside you, stretching your tight body to accommodate him. The realisation had him groaning and bucking his hips up into you, causing you to cry out his name.

“Wait,” Bakugou turned his head towards your speaker as a familiar song began to play out, “Is that one of my fuckin’ songs? I thought you didn’t like my band-“

You flushed at the realisation that you really did have one of his songs on your romantic playlist, it was one of the first songs you’d ever listened to by his band and it was one you cherished the most because it had vocals from Bakugou. Almost as though he was singing it to you.

“You got Serendipity on your playlist?” Bakugou’s grin couldn’t get any wider, flashing a hint of gum as he smirked at you dopily.

“I like this one,” You murmured innocently, continuing your sloppy pace against him, “It’s good.”

“I fuckin’ knew you loved us,” Bakugou replied cockily, moving his hand back to spank your ass, “Can’t believe I’m actually fuckin’ to one of my songs.”

“Shut up,” You pouted, your pace becoming more erratic as you tried to stop the ache in your parted thighs.

“Let me fuckin’ have this one,”

“There’s a growl you do in this song that’s just so fucking sexy.” Bakugou stopped his motions as he gave you the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen.

“Oh yeah?” Noticing the way you slowed against him, lifting yourself up slightly before barely dropping back down, “Getting tired, Princess?” Bakugou cooed, as you nodded your head in reply.

Feeling him tighten his grip on your waist as he held you steady, positioning his feet on the floor as he began to piston his hips up into you, the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as his balls hit the curve of your ass almost to the beat of the song. Your stretched pussy began to squelch with the amount of your shared juices that dribbled down his thick cock and left white ring marks around the base, his motions were more harsh and frantic as his song played in the background.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-” You whined, his frantic pace was making your breasts bounce as he ruts himself into you quickly, greedily trying to send you into another release.

“Gonna cum for me, Princess?” He smirked, “Gonna cum to one of my songs?”

Bakugou was so deep inside you from this position, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each downward motion as he eagerly brought you towards another climax. Your toes curling as you threw your head back, letting Bakugou use you any way he saw fit. Each movement had you feeling a different kind of bliss, an ethereal feeling flowing through you as your vision began to become hazy. Biting down on your bottom lip enough to draw blood as you tried to stop yourself from screaming out for him.

“Don’t hide it, baby. Lemme hear it.” Bakugou rasped between sharp breaths, his cock pulsing inside you at the beginning of his own release, “Lemme hear how good I make you feel.”

Everything felt so intense, so raw as Bakugou continued ramming into you. Your inner walls fluttering around him in the telltale signs of your release, squeezing his cock as you felt yourself reaching your climax.

“Come on, Princess. Cum for me-” You keened as Bakugou continued whispering encouraging words to you, angling his hips so he repeatedly hit that same spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars, “I know you’re fuckin’ close I can feel ya clampin’ down on me.”

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl-” He grunted when he felt your walls begin to pulse around him, milking his cock as you came. Never giving up his pace as his vermilion eyes trained on you, thrusting upwards as his cock  drove into you with reckless abandon, watching your face contort in pleasure as you came around him.

You cried out his name, not even caring if anyone heard you. Your body beginning to shudder as you felt an earth-shattering climax surge through you. Knocking the air from your lungs as your body collapsed forward. Your sweaty chest pressed against his as he continued whispering sweet praises. Bakugou’s arms curling around your back to hold you against him as he greedily used you for his own release. Fucking his thick cock into you as his thrusts became sloppier, guttural grunts leaving his lips.

“Can I- Where do you want it?” Bakugou grunted, unsure how much longer he could hold back as he felt himself teetering on the edge of his release.

“Inside, please cum inside me-” Your lips pressed against his collar bone as you pleaded your request.

Bakugou’s hips faltering at just how sweet you sounded in your request, burying himself deep inside you one last time as he let go. White, hot ropes of cum spurting from his thick cock and coating your inner walls as he continued to rut his hips against you, riding out his release.

Bakugou wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug as he held you against his heaving chest. A light sheen of sweat coating both your bodies as it made you stick together comfortably, his hair pressed back from his forehead from sweat as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head as you both regained your breath.

“That was so fuckin’ good.” Bakugou panted, keeping himself buried inside you for a few more precious moments as he cherished the way your walls fluttered around his softening cock in the aftershocks to your orgasm.

Resting your cheek on his pectoral as you let yourself relax into him, his scent lulling you to sleep as another slow song played out over the speakers. When Bakugou made a move to lift you off his cock you let out a childish whine as you tried to feebly tighten your thighs around his hips.

“Come on, baby. ‘m gonna pull out, okay?” This time you let him lift you off his cock, some of his cum dribbling out of your cunt and onto his pelvis as he tucked you into his side. Letting you nuzzle into his armpit as you curled a thigh over one of his legs, staying as close to him as possible. Bakugou’s eyes immediately moving down to his crotch where some of his release had spilt out of you and onto his lower half. Groaning as he felt his semi-hard cock throb at the thought of your velvety walls again, already thinking about slipping back inside you.

Bakugou continued stroking his hands along your exposed skin, both of you uncaring that you were laying half-naked in your bed above the covers. His lips continued to press gentle kisses against your forehead as he felt you begin to draw absent-minded lines against his pectoral.

“We need to shower,” Bakugou murmured gently, pressing more kisses to your head.

“I know,” You pouted, but you weren’t ready to get up just yet. Still basking in the scent of him, nuzzling your nose against his side as you tightened your arm around his waist.

“No-” You whined when he tried to lift his body up, placing your weight against his side to try and anchor him back down for a moment longer. The motion caused him to smirk as he lay back down. His feet were still positioned on the floor as you curled up near the end of the bed, “Can we just stay like this a bit longer-”

“‘m not going anywhere, you know that?” Bakugou relaxed back against your mattress,

“I still can’t believe I fucked to my own song.” Bakugou grinned, a dopey look on his face that had you rolling your eyes.

“Ugh, I guess this means I’m stuck with you, doesn’t it?” You teased playfully, his gaze meeting your own as he turned his head down to look at you.

“You love it, Princess.” Bakugou smirked as he moved a palm to your thigh, clinging to it as he lifted it higher against his leg, “Besides, someones gotta stick around and fix your shitty music taste.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?” You laughed as you pressed a chaste kiss to his pec.

“I’m not asking, I’m tellin’ you-” Bakugou smirked cockily, “You need all the fuckin’ help you can get.”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know you love me really, Princess.” Bakugou smirked, pulling you into him as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “You better tell everyone you were actin’ crazy the last few months and we’re really your favourite fuckin’ band though.”

“Or maybe we can just start by telling everyone you don’t suck that much,”

“I’m telling everyone you got one of my songs on your ‘fuck me’ playlist.” He tightened his grip on your thigh to prevent you from even attempting to move away.

“That was not my ‘fuck me’ playlist.” You replied with a flustered heat on your cheeks.

“Oh yeah? Well, I think it is now-”

[gingeraleluke]

congratulations on 2k mads <33

4 the sleepover can i ask for dolled up 4 any one of these pics ?

ALSO HELP I WAS TRYNNA SEND AN ASK BUT ACCIDENTALLY UNFOLLOWED U T^T

HAHA ITS OKAY!! i’m gonna combine these asks because they are pretty similar but i’m gonna change some things so hopefully you still enjoy :)

slight cw! an anxiety attack if you squint.

BASED ON THIS PICTURE

everyone knew that y/n liked vinnie.

everyone but vinnie.

it was any time now where he’d find out.

she didn’t do a good job hiding the fact and was practically a super fan of his behind closed doors. she met vinnie through her brother max, who became one of vinnie’s closest friends, and since her and max were so close, she’d often join them on hangouts.

hence why the three of them were in paris.

the two boys had left y/n at the airbnb to go do god knows what, leaving the girl to study and finish up her schoolwork. she didn’t want to keep the boys from having fun so she insisted that they go on without her.

but two hours went by and she became lonely.

grabbing her bag, she called an uber to take her to the skate park, where she assumed the boys would be. putting her phone down on the bathroom counter, she quickly fixed up her hair before going to wait outside for her ride. how was she supposed to know that they were actually in the streets of paris taking pictures and posing with cigarettes? she wasn’t omniscient and sure as hell couldn’t read minds.

once she got to the skate park, she walked around aimlessly, her black shoes carrying her feet across the entire park, looking for them.

she saw the silhouette of two boys, one seated while the other one was skating on the half pipe.

“hey!” she waved, squinting to try and make out their faces. the boy seating looked up from his phone while the other one came to a complete stop.

wrong people.

“oh, sorry! my bad, i uh, thought you were someone else.” she awkwardly apologized, letting out a dry laugh and walking off, thinking over what to do in her head.

where the hell could they be?

she felt the back pocket of her ripped jeans, feeling for her imaginary phone. she pulled out her bag, looking through the contents as she assumed she just put it in her bag and forgot.

then she realized that she left her phone on the sink of the airbnb.

fuck.

she panned over, checking to see if the two boys were looking at her, but saw that they weren’t. pacing back and forth, she tried to take deep breaths and keep calm.

curse vinnie for being so damn heady. two hours without him and she already longed for his presence.

“hey, um. i’m sorry, could i borrow a phone? i need to make a call.” she chirped, raising a hand up and bringing attention to herself. she hoped that they spoke english.

the brunette boy stayed seated while the edgier blonde one, stopped his board and walked towards her, holding out a phone for her to use.

“thank you.”

she quickly dialed vinnie’s number.

she couldn’t remember max’s, despite being his sister, and yet she knew vinnie’s like the back of her hand. all those nights that she read those familiar digits and just wishing that she could have the courage to call him.

she silently prayed that he’d pick up, but he didn’t.

“your call has been forwarded to an aut—“

“fuck.” she huffed, realizing that he wouldn’t answer since it wasn’t a number he recognized. the blonde boy snapped the phone out of her hands, clearly annoyed as he walked away.

what the fuck do i do now?

“hey, wait!” she watched the two guys walk faster before the skated out of her view.

“fuck.”

she didn’t know what to do and her brain was so fried from studying that she didn’t have the power to move. she remembered the boys talking about going to the skate park and hoped that they hadn’t gone yet.

maybe if i just wait here, they will come..

i’ll just wait for a few minutes.

dropping to the side of a half pipe, she clutched her purse to her chest and sat cris-cross, her eyes closing ever so slightly from the fatigue before the sleepiness consumed her.

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max and vinnie arrived an hour later at the airbnb, throwing their stuff on the counter and beginning to raid whatever food they could find in the fridge.

“y/n, we’re back!” vinnie heard max call out as he went to town on the leftovers he found, hungrier than ever.

“she’s not here.”

“huh?” vinnie asked, his chewing paused and his body gone still.

“she isn’t here and her phone is here.”

“shit.” vinnie sighed, trying his best to conceal the panic that was rising into his body. “well where do you think she’d be?!”

he looked at max before the two of them realized.

“i’ll get her.”

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there she was, her hair sprawled out against the ground and her graphic tee shirt tucked into her jeans. her mouth was left open slightly and small snores left her body.

she’s sleeping.

the boy felt bad yet was amused by her state. being unconscious in the middle of a foreign country is not the safest thing for a girl like her to do.

“y/n?” he whispered, leaning down so his necklace swung. “hey.”

she woke up to the soft shaking on her shoulders, opening her eyes and feeling the hard surface beneath her, pressed against her cheek.

“vinnie?”

“yeah, i’m here. you really need to be supervised at all time you know?” he smiled. her eyes were half open and she was fading in and out of sleepiness.

“i’m tired.”

“yeah, me too y/n. let’s go.” he held onto her hand, lifting her up so she was standing. the girl wasn’t ready for his next move as he swiftly picked her up and carried her bridal style back to the car. his small grunts and footsteps were music to her ears in that moment.

peeling open her eyes, she looked up at him. “so pretty,” she murmured. her eyes danced over his appearance and the boy tried to hide his blush. before he could reply, the girl was knocked out in his arms.

now vinnie knew.

COME JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!

[satinsumu]

first. || suna r.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, slight slight angst but mostly fluff, language, unprotected sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, praise, creampie, soft suna is romantic, shy baby’s first time ❤️ 

summary: it’s hard not to get self-conscious being intimate with suna for the first time, especially when he’s far more experienced than you are—but your boyfriend is sure to remind you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

a/n: what did i say about loving the first time trope lol. also didn’t proofread bc that’s how we do it here (edit: this was so much longer than i’d intended and i ended up getting so much more attached than i’d intended lmfao i want a suna in my life Right Now)

a tingle travels throughout your body as your bare back touches the soft sheets of suna’s bed, your boyfriend’s hands gently moving from your shoulders down to your knees.

he lifts one of your legs up, slender fingers rubbing small circles against your skin, before bending down to press a small kiss to your inner thigh. his greyish, golden eyes—half-lidded and slowly growing darker with desire—flick up to meet yours with such tender intensity that it takes your breath away.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly at your silence, carefully setting your leg back down against the mattress as he leans over you, one hand planted beside your head. 

“yeah,” you reassure him. the reply comes out a bit weaker than you’d intended.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” suna murmurs, lowering himself to give you a small kiss, right at edge of your mouth. his lips are warm. gentle.

“i do, i’m just—” you quickly answer, but look away with slight embarrassment. “just a little nervous, that’s all... don’t know if i’ll be good.”

the second half of your sentence is just barely above a whisper, and suna’s expression softens.

“don’t worry about that,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your forehead, before slowly moving further down your neck and chest. “just want you to be comfortable.”

you feel him stop just above your left breast, the ghost of his breath lingering on your flesh. a sudden, warm sensation washes over you as suna takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, his hot, wet tongue swirling circles around the bud. you gasp at the feeling and squeeze your eyes shut while his other hand slides down your stomach, hovering just above the thin, silky fabric of your underwear.

suna releases your nipple from his mouth as he pushes himself back up, licking his lips while studying your expression.

“you’re so warm down here,” he says with a small smile. his finger draws a long, slow stripe along your folds, the pressure through your panties just enough to send another tingle traveling all over your body. “can i take these off?”

you nod and grant him permission, shyness burning in your cheeks at how exposed and vulnerable you feel, but also at how careful suna is being. he smooths his palm against your hip bone and drags the garment of clothing down your legs before it comes back up, teasingly squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh. 

“good girl,” suna hums, straightening himself to pull his own shirt over his head. the words make your heart pound violently in your chest.

without another word, he takes your other breast in his large hand, groping and kneading the flesh while his opposite hand begins to make work of your sex. he presses two fingers against your folds and slowly rubs circles against the skin as you feel your clit grow more and more sensitive to the pseudo-contact. 

you tilt your head back, dipping further into the sheets, while a shaky sigh escapes your lips. a small smile rests on suna’s face at the sight—you seem to be feeling good, and he intends on keeping it that way. 

his movements are growing faster now. you can feel your arousal growing wetter, and you know suna can feel it too, with the way his fingertips are coated with your slick. he takes this as a safe indication to finally slip a digit into you—god knows how fucking badly he wishes it were his cock instead—and the little squeak that rolls off your tongue is like music to his ears.

“so tight, baby,” he murmurs, elated at the sight of you clenching around him while trying to keep his composure. how did he get so lucky? “but you’re taking my fingers so well.”

there’s so much going on.

you can feel your boyfriend watching you, but you’re too distracted to think about how your face must look right now. especially when he’s still squeezing your tits, focusing on your pleasure as he continues pumping his finger in and out of your tiny hole. then he adds another, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, surprised that suna’s hands are moving with so much ease and also how good it feels. even more so when his thumb continues to rub at your clit in tandem with his other fingers.

soft, lewd squelching noises can be heard in the quiet of his room as both you and suna realize that this won’t be enough. you need more. your pussy is practically begging for it, even if your mouth isn’t.

“think you’re ready, sweetheart,” suna breathes, willing himself to pull his fingers out of your cunt.

you nod coyly in response, slightly irritated at yourself for feeling uneasy in front of your boyfriend; he’s being so good to you, so patient, but you’ve just never done anything so lewd befo—

your brain short-circuits as you watch suna look you dead in the eye before putting two glistening fingers, still covered in your juices, into his mouth. he slowly pulls out, soft pink lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping shamelessly at whatever he missed on his thumb.

he gives you an alluring smirk, and your hands instinctively fly up to cover your flustered face. your cheeks are burning with both desire and embarrassment, but suna grips your wrist and slowly pulls it away.

“look at me, baby,” he says, his body hovering closely above yours. “nothing to be embarrassed about.”

god, you look so fucking cute, he really doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“can i...?” suna trails off, the hardness in his pants growing more and more difficult to ignore by the second as it presses against your leg.

“p-please, rin,” you whisper. the way your innocent, nervous eyes are asking him to fuck you is honestly enough to make him jizz in his pants. 

without another word, suna pushes himself back up, unzipping his pants so that his erect member can finally spring free. he barely has to give it a few impatient strokes—a trait you rarely see in your boyfriend—before it’s fully hard. the sheer size of his cock causes you to gulp, the tiny beads of precum already leaking out from its tip.

suna takes it in his hand, smearing his own arousal over the head before bending over to rub its heaviness over your folds. your clit is already puffy and sensitive from his fingers earlier, and it feels like it’s twitching in pleasure from the contact. 

“o-oh,” you gasp, and suna smiles at the sound, his eyes glossing over your body like he simply can’t get enough. he slowly moves his cock downwards, using all his self-restraint to ignore the throbbing, aching desire in it to just fuck your brains out already.

lining it up with your entrance, he murmurs, “i’m gonna put it in.”

“okay,” you exhale, chest heaving in anticipation.

your hands travel up beside your head to grip the pillow as a means to brace yourself, and you finally feel suna slide into you with surprising ease. every inch of his cock drags along your walls in slow motion, and you’ve never been so physically close to him before. there’s a soft ache—barely noticeable—but it’s not painful... and yet, it’s not pleasurable either.

an unprecedented panic creeps its way into your head at the realization.

what if this doesn’t end up feeling good? what if he doesn’t end up feeling good? oh god, what if he doesn’t even finish? surely, you’d be the only girl he’ll have slept with that could fuck up this bad—who knows how many girls have come before you? (literally.) what if—

“what’s wrong?” suna’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his tone tinged with a slight worry. 

“n-nothing,” you shake your head quickly. ugh, you feel like such... a loser. an idiot, really.

“talk to me, sweetheart,” suna murmurs, towering over you as he’s still balls deep inside your cunt. “does it hurt?”

he wants to pull out in case that’s the problem, but also doesn’t want to make any sudden moves, for fear of hurting you.

“no, i’m okay,” you insist in an attempt to reassure him. “i just, i don’t know, i’m being stupid.”

suna’s expression softens, but before he can say anything, you’re already babbling on again, and you can’t even stop.

“what if you don’t end up feeling good?” you quiver, the question more so directed at yourself than at your boyfriend. “what if you don’t even finish because of how much i suck? i-i don’t want to be the only person you’ve been with who’s bad at sex—”

your heart is racing now and the words are tumbling out of your mouth helplessly. you feel so bad for dumping this on him, and your frustration towards yourself brings small tears to the corners of your eyes—

“baby, listen to me,” suna says quietly but firmly, one hand cupping your cheek and turning your face towards him so that you’re no longer avoiding eye contact. his thumb gently brushes away the dampness at the edge of your lower lashline before he continues,

“first of all, there’s no such thing as being bad at sex—and you’re doing great,” he murmurs, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “you’re the only person i want to do this with, and as long as it’s with you, i’m happy.”

you sniffle a little bit, but your heart soars at his words, the tension in your chest slowly easing.

“second of all, don’t worry about me,” he says gently, his eyes filled with a tender adoration as he gazes at you. “it’s really sweet that you’re thinking of me, but i want you to feel good.”

a warmth blooms in your cheeks. 

“and besides, you’re fucking beautiful,” suna continues, leaning down again to press his lips against your bare shoulder. “i could cum just from the sight of you, but i’m trying to hold back because i want you to finish first.”

the bluntness of his words causes you to look away shyly, and suna smiles down at you. 

“so,” he begins again, before giving you a small suck on your jaw. “can you let me make you feel good?”

you nod slowly, and bring your arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“sorry,” you manage a small giggle at the feeling of his dick still inside you—you really have terrible timing, that much you’ll admit.

“it’s okay,” suna murmurs, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “i love you, you know that.”

he’s said those words before, but the way he’s uttering them into your ear right now, in the quiet intimacy that only you two share, makes your heart race and your head spin.

“just let me know if you want me to stop,” he says, before finally, gradually pulling himself out.

suna slides his cock back into you with ease, your juices still coating his member. he repeats the motion a few more times, each time just a little bit more fluidly and rapidly than the last, until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. the sensation is still foreign, but no longer uncomfortable.

he finally reaches a pace where he thrusts himself into you for the first time with a low grunt, the rough penetration catching you off guard. a small “mmf!” escapes your mouth as you bite your lip, embarrassed at hearing the sound of your own voice.

“don’t hold those precious noises back, sweetheart,” suna breathes seductively into your skin, his low voice causing you to clench harder around him. “wanna hear how good i make you feel. the louder the better.”

you nod at his encouragement as small beads of sweat form along your temple.

he gives you another sharp thrust, followed by another, and then another, until he’s steadily rocking into you as the bed creaks with every movement. this time, you can’t help the wanton moans of his name that fill the air, each one prompting him to continue.

“a-ah!” you cry at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, your cunt sucking him back in every time he pulls out of you. “r-rin! rin! rin!”

suna’s never been one to have a big head or a large ego, but the way you’re chanting his name like a mantra makes pride swell in his chest. you look so angelic, eyes fluttered shut with every time he fucks into you, nipples moving up and down with your breasts, hair splayed out against his bedsheets, sopping wet pussy clamping around his cock as your very first time. how could he not be in love with you?

“f-feeling good, baby?” he pants, trying to hold it together. 

“yes,” you gasp as a small dribble of drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth. but you don’t care. you want him. more of him, more, more, more. “want you so bad.”

suna thinks he’s going to lose his damn mind.

“you like that?” his voice borders on a growl, and his strong arms snake beneath you to pull you into a hug before one of them props his body up against the mattress so he can angle himself into you with even more intensity. lord help him, he wants to cum so fucking bad with how hot you look, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you into tomorrow.

“n-ngh!” you groan, tossing your head back at the way suna is driving himself in and out of you as his eyes flit down to your heaving chest. “i-i think ‘m c-close...”

that was all suna needed to hear as he laid you back down, flat against the bed as one hand travels urgently down to your heat. he takes two fingers and begins rubbing your folds again, one dipping past them to play with your clit, the stimulation causing you to see stars. suna presses an open mouthed kiss against your lips at the sight of them parting, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue across yours.

he picks up the speed of his thrusts again, his other hand now preoccupied with kneading your breasts and pinching your nipple as you cry out for him, and only him.

“r-rin!” your voice rings in his head, your gasps broken up into needy pants. 

“doin’ so good, angel,” he mutters against your lips, still mercilessly slamming his cock into you. “taking my cock so—ngh!—well, wanna keep this pussy all to myself.”

you don’t even have time to process the lewdness of his words before your back is arching, suna’s fingers rubbing your clit at an unbelievable pace as he simultaneously slides himself in and out of you, the slapping sounds amplified by your juices.

“cum for me sweetheart, you can do it,” suna urges, his eyes fixated on your face. “show me just how good i make you feel—”

a sudden wave of bliss floods over you as you feel the tension in your body release, your clit throbbing with pleasure at the sensation. suna’s eyes widen at the way your jaw grows slack, trying not to cum at the mere sight of your fucked out expression while he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“h-hah,” you gasp, still chasing your climax while suna continues thrusting into your cunt, his cock twitching with arousal. after a few seconds, he picks up his own pace, chasing his own high with your body.

“god, you feel so good around me,” he mutters, clenching his teeth at the way your walls continue to suck him in. 

“want you to cum inside, r-rin,” you whine into his ear, the syllables broken up by how hard he’s fucking you as your whole being practically bounces around his cock, his balls clapping with wet slapping sounds against your ass. “f-fill m-me up?”

you don’t need to say anything else as suna finally snaps, pushing himself so deep into you with an almost primal urge as cum shoots out of his cock. you can feel the warmth all the way in your belly as you look up at your boyfriend, sweaty and out of breath, panting into your neck before finally pulling himself out of you.

he catches your lips with his as he gives you a long, passionate kiss, before breaking away and giving you a quick peck on both cheeks, then your nose, then your forehead.

“you did so good, baby,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, that had found its way to stick to your face. an affectionate warmth brings a small smile to your lips as you nuzzle your cheek into suna’s palm, and he feels himself lose his breath at the sight of you.

“be good and stay here, okay?” he mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself off of you. he could stare at you forever. “i’ll go get a towel and clean you up. i love you.”