#NOBODY ASKING FOR SOMETHING IS NEVER GONNA STOP ME

[grimesproperty]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

You and Eren are such close best friends, almost "platonic." You open up to Eren about your desire to gain more experience now that you both are in college. Being the sweet best friend he is, he listens to you. And being the sweet best friend you are.

You ask him if he can teach you a few things, even teaching you how he is gonna take your virginity.

(PART TWO)

EREN YEAGER X READER

cw: nsfw

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"You can't just... expect to be good at it," he said, leaning back on your bed, arms stretched behind his head, the thin fabric of his t-shirt clinging to his chest. "You gotta practice. Learn. Like anything else."

"So?, you said you were going to teach me,” you said, voice shaking a little too much.

He grinned, sharp and wicked. "Only if you ask nicely."

It was supposed to be a joke.

It wasn't.

Because somewhere between laughter and half-drunken dares, you were sitting on his lap, straddling him, heat pooling between your legs, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped thing. Nobody has ever gone down on you before.. you were nervous. Too nervous to meet his gaze.

And Eren... Eren looked at you like he was starving

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice hoarse, brushing hair behind your ear with trembling fingers. "Tell me to stop, and I swear I will."

You didn't.

You kissed him instead, reckless and messy, lips colliding with no finesse — just need.

He kissed every inch of you, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of your body with his mouth. And when he kissed lower, between your thighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses along soft skin — you gasped his name, grabbing at his hair.

"Let me," he rasped against your thigh, voice desperate. "Please. Let me taste you."

You were already too far gone to deny him.

And when he finally dragged his tongue over you — slow, devastating — it shattered something between you.

Because Eren wasn't careful. He was hungry.

Growling low in his throat, he buried himself between your thighs like he was a man possessed, arms hooked under your hips to pin you against his mouth.

It wasn't neat. It wasn't gentle

It was messy, dirty, desperate — wet sounds filling the room as he licked and sucked and groaned against you like he needed it to breathe. Like getting you off was the only thing that mattered.

You came so hard you saw stars, sobbing his name, thighs clamping around his head. But he didn't stop. God, he didn't stop.

Licking you through it, pressing kisses against your soaked folds, whispering broken things against your skin:

"So sweet... can't get enough of you... fuck, you're perfect, you're so perfect—"

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was slick with you, green eyes blown wide with something feral and aching.

And when you reached for him — dazed, trembling — he just cradled your face in his hands, looking at you like you'd ruined him.

"This isn’t just sex anymore," he said, voice wrecked. "This was never just sex."

You were both breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync, faces inches apart.

No jokes now. No games. Just raw, terrifying truth.

You stared at him — your best friend, your everything — and realized the terrifying, beautiful thing neither of you could deny anymore:

You weren't just friends. You weren't just lovers. You were something deeper, older, written into your bones.

“Tell me to stop.”

The words rasped from Eren’s mouth, his breath hot against your inner thigh. But his eyes — those feral, starving green eyes — begged you to do the opposite.

You didn’t tell him to stop. You spread your legs wider for him.

And he broke.

He growled — an honest, low sound vibrating through his chest — and dove in like a man who’d been dying of thirst and just found water.

His tongue licked a fat, slow stripe up your pussy, from dripping entrance to sensitive clit, moaning low like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“Fuck— you taste so good,” he groaned, the words almost angry. "So fuckin’ sweet—"

Then he latched onto your clit and sucked, messy and obscene, spit and slick mixing until you were gasping, hips bucking uselessly against his mouth.

He didn’t care about neatness. He wasn’t trying to impress you.

Eren was devouring you.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room — the lewd slurping of his mouth on you, the desperate noises ripping from your throat as his tongue worked you over with single-minded, brutal precision.

He ate like he wanted to crawl inside you.

Fucking his tongue into your tight, aching hole, moaning against you like he was losing his mind, nose nudging your swollen clit with every filthy lick. His hair was a mess under your fingers, and you couldn’t stop pulling, grounding yourself before you floated away.

“E-Eren—” you whimpered, trembling.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he panted against your dripping cunt, fingers digging bruises into your thighs to hold you open for him. “Already fuckin’ falling apart for me— you needed this, didn’t you, baby? Needed me to ruin you—"

He buried his face back between your legs before you could answer, tongue fucking into you so deep you cried out, thighs shaking violently.

You came — hard — clenching around his tongue, grinding against his mouth shamelessly as he moaned into your orgasm like he was getting off on it.

But Eren didn’t stop when you came. No, he kept going.

Overstimulation slammed into you, overwhelming and brutal, as he licked you through it — messy, desperate, starving — spit and slick dripping down your thighs, coating his mouth and chin.

You felt him slide two thick fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly inside you as he sucked your clit back into his mouth, groaning like he couldn't get enough of the way you squeezed him.

"S'tight, fuck— so perfect for me," he slurred, voice ruined, fucking his fingers into you faster, messier, noisier.

The squelching sounds were so filthy you could barely process them — just whimpering, babbling nonsense, totally helpless against the way he was breaking you apart.

“Gimme another one,” he growled, voice rough, desperate. “Come again. Want you soaked all over my fuckin’ face.”

And you did — pathetically fast — body locking up, thighs trembling violently as you shattered again with a raw sob of his name.

“Eren— oh my god— EREN—!”

He groaned like a man possessed, licking you through it, like he wanted every drop of you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was shiny with you — lips, chin, nose soaked — eyes glassy and wrecked.

You lay there trembling, fucked-out and teary-eyed, chest heaving.

And then he crawled up your body — slow, heavy — caging you under him, face hovering inches from yours.

You could still taste yourself on his lips when he kissed you, filthy and deep, no hesitation, like he wanted you to know exactly what he’d done to you.

When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to yours, voice low and broken, "Your fucking kill me.."

"Get on your knees," he says, pulling back. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, confusion evident on your face.

You should’ve known Eren wouldn’t let it end there, you told yourself.

He was kneeling above you now, green eyes wrecked, cock heavy and flushed against his stomach, throbbing between you two.

Not when he was looking at you like you were something holy — something he wanted to ruin and worship in equal measure.

"Want you to learn somethin’ else," he rasped, voice broken and low.

Your throat went dry, your legs still trembling from how brutally he'd devoured you earlier.

Eren fisted the base of his cock, sliding it slowly through his spit-slicked hand, precum leaking from the tip, smearing across his knuckles.

"You ever deepthroat before, baby?" he murmured, almost sweet. You shook your head, wide-eyed, lips parted.

He smiled — soft, devastating. "It's okay. I'll teach you."

You were already on your knees before him, trembling hands resting on his thighs, your mouth watering at the sheer size of him.

"You gotta relax," he whispered, cupping your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. "Let me in. Let me take care of you."

Your heart thundered.

You opened your mouth.

Eren groaned — wrecked — guiding the flushed, leaking head of his cock to your lips.

"That's it," he panted as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking shyly, feeling the heat and weight of him on your tongue. "So fuckin’ pretty with my cock in your mouth—"

He pushed in slow, letting you get used to it, letting you breathe — but even then, you gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately pricking your eyes.

You whimpered, choking slightly, drool already starting to drip down your chin.

"Shh, shh, good girl, so good," Eren cooed, brushing your hair off your face, thumb wiping a tear away. "That's what I want, baby. Let it all out for me."

You gagged again as he rocked his hips slightly, deeper, forcing you to take more of him, your throat convulsing around the fat head of his cock.

The wet, messy sounds were obscene — your sobs, your gasps, the slurp of drool leaking from your lips.

"You’re doin’ so good," he praised between heavy breaths. "So fuckin’ brave for me, pretty thing."

He pulled back just enough to let you breathe, then pushed in again — deeper this time — holding your head still with both hands as you struggled, tears pouring down your face, spit stringing between your lips and his cock.

Your jaw ached. Your throat burned. You loved it.

He was whispering broken things, voice shattering:

"Fuck— you're made for this— perfect little mouth— my pretty baby— takin’ me so well—"

You whimpered around him, trying to swallow him deeper, desperate for more praise, desperate to make him proud.

He hissed, hips jerking, barely holding himself back.

"Fuck— you want it deeper, huh? Look at you— beggin' for it— god, you’re fuckin’ perfect—"

You nodded the best you could, gagging around him, crying openly now — spit, snot, tears a mess across your face.

Eren nearly lost it right there.

He pulled back, letting you gasp for air, chest heaving, before tapping his cock against your swollen lips.

"You wanna try again, baby?" he crooned, voice dark with hunger. "Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Please," you sobbed, completely wrecked. "Please, Eren— wanna be good for you—"

He moaned — wrecked, possessive, in love — grabbing your jaw and sliding his cock back into your mouth, deeper this time, guiding your head onto him slowly but firmly.

You gagged violently when he bottomed out, nose pressed against his pelvis, tears streaming, but Eren was right there, praising you, worshipping you:

"That's it, that's my good girl," he panted. "So fuckin’ good for me— takin’ it all— proud of you, baby— so proud—"

You sobbed around him, overwhelmed, humiliated, honored — desperate for every word, every touch.

And when he finally started thrusting — slow, controlled, using your mouth like it was his — you surrendered completely.

Tears, spit, the sounds of your messy throatfucking filled the room — filthy, desperate, devastating.

You barely registered him pulling you off at the last second, groaning your name like a prayer, thick ropes of cum painting your swollen lips, your chin, your trembling fingers.

You gasped, blinking up at him through blurry, tear-soaked eyes, wrecked and ruined and so full of love you thought you might die from it.

Eren collapsed to his knees, pulling you into his arms, cradling you against his bare chest.

He kissed your spit-smeared cheeks, your tear-streaked forehead, whispering broken, beautiful things:

"Mine," he breathed. "You're mine. Always."

And you clung to him, sobbing against his chest, because you knew it too.

You weren't just friends. You weren’t just lovers.

You were soulmates. Filthy, messy, destroyed.

And you’d never be whole without him again.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this little series!

[formulaonedirection]

what if we were childhood friends and started an irish language hip hop band and we got really high in our friend's garage and touched each other a lot while recording

Kneecap (2024)

[angeltism]

school is pissing me offffff really bad and i am getting overwhelmed reaaaal bad too

[nobodybetterlookatme]

you’re valid

Thank you but the general concensus from the girlies has been no I'm not LMAO I just have zero reading comprehension and was dramatic for no reason, so I'm just gonna go ahead and delete that other post now bc I overreacted over literally nothing ahdkakskal

[writeriguess]

hello could you perchance do bakugo with a reader that is oblivious/ doesn’t get hints so he has to be very forward??

No More Hints

Bakugo Katsuki was not a patient person.

In fact, he prided himself on being the opposite of patient. If he wanted something, he worked for it. If something pissed him off, he dealt with it immediately. If people annoyed him, he let them know.

But you—you—had somehow turned him into the most exasperated person alive.

And the worst part? You didn’t even realise it.

For weeks, he had been trying. Dropping hints. Making an effort—something he didn’t do for just anyone. He gave you his leftovers at lunch, waited for you after training when he could’ve left ten minutes earlier, and even toned down his usual barking insults when it came to you.

He had never worked so hard in his life.

And yet, you still looked at him with that same clueless smile, acting like he was just being a nice friend.

(Him. Nice? Were you even listening when he spoke?)

At first, he figured you were just taking your time, maybe making him sweat a little. That was fine—he liked a challenge. But then, after weeks of nothing, he started to suspect the horrible, gut-wrenching truth.

You weren’t ignoring his hints.

You genuinely didn’t see them.

Bakugo was this close to losing his mind over it, but he still told himself, just a little longer. Maybe you’d finally catch on.

But that fragile hope shattered the second you told him that Monoma had asked you out.

It happened at lunch, the usual chaos of the cafeteria surrounding your table.

“You know Monoma?” you said, poking at your food as if this was just another casual topic. “He invited me to some café this weekend. The one with all the different desserts? I think I might go.”

Bakugo’s chopsticks snapped in half.

Denki’s head jerked up from his plate. Kirishima’s chewing slowed. Mina’s eyes widened. The entire table, sensing danger, collectively froze.

Except for you, of course.

“You good?” you asked, blinking at Bakugo like he hadn’t just committed a murder on his utensils.

His jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth might crack. “You’re tellin’ me… that you’re gonna go out with that extra?”

You tilted your head. “I mean, yeah? He’s kinda dramatic, but he’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad—” Bakugo sucked in a sharp breath, trying—and failing—to control his temper. “Are you actually this stupid?”

Denki flinched. Mina grabbed Kirishima’s arm.

“What?” You frowned, genuinely confused.

Bakugo slammed his hands on the table. “I’ve been droppin’ hints for weeks! And you’re out here talkin’ about goin’ on dates with some wannabe knockoff?”

You blinked. “Wait… hints?”

“Oh my god.” He shoved himself up from his seat, chair screeching against the floor.

Before you could react, his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to your feet. The whole table—and half the cafeteria—watched as he dragged you out the door without another word.

Nobody stopped him. Nobody dared.

You didn’t protest as Bakugo pulled you through the hallways, his grip firm but not painful. He was practically radiating frustration, each step filled with the kind of determination that usually preceded an explosion.

He didn’t stop until he found an empty classroom.

With a huff, he released your wrist and turned to face you, eyes burning with something intense.

“Alright,” he bit out. “Since you don’t get hints, I’ll say it so even your dumbass can understand.”

You waited, heart pounding.

Bakugo took a deep breath, as if bracing himself.

“I like you, dumbass.”

Silence.

Your brain short-circuited.

“...What?”

His eye twitched. “Are you serious?”

You stared at him, stunned. “I—You—What?”

Bakugo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable.”

You scrambled for words. “Wait, so all that stuff—the training, the food, the weirdly nice comments—was because you like me?”

“YES.”

“Ohhh.” You blinked. “That makes so much sense now.”

Bakugo gave you a look like he wanted to throttle you and kiss you at the same time. “You’re killing me.”

You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sorry, I just—I really didn’t realise. I thought you were just, y’know… being friendly?”

“I’M NOT FRIENDLY.”

That… was fair.

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling warm. “So… all this time, you were waiting for me to figure it out?”

“YES.”

You considered this. Then, with a teasing smile, you poked his chest. “Wow, you must really like me if you put up with all that.”

His face exploded into a blush. “Shut up.”

You grinned. “But you do like me.”

Bakugo scowled, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he crossed his arms, shifting slightly. “Yeah, well… what’re you gonna do about it?”

You hesitated.

Then, before you could overthink it, you stepped closer—close enough that he tensed, eyes flickering down to your lips before snapping back up.

“Well,” you murmured, “I was gonna go to that café with Monoma…”

Bakugo’s glare intensified.

“…But I think I’d rather go with you.”

For a second, he just stared at you, processing. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist again—only this time, he pulled you against him.

Your breath hitched.

His other hand found your jaw, tilting your face up as he leaned in, voice low and rough.

“Damn right, you are.”

And when he kissed you—hard and possessive, like he’d been waiting for this—you finally got the hint.

(About damn time.)

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Seven x Deadpool!Reader

t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader is insensitive and an asshole since they're also a supe working at vought, your powers are the exact same as Deadpool (even the skin condition), mention about killing, death, gore, r-pe, n@zis?!?!, alcohol, some intimacy (?). Also reader is gn!!

ᯓ★ here's a version with the boys <3

HOMELANDER

This man hates you so fking much

Has tried to kill you multiple times, he tried lasering you, tearing you in half and even throwing you into the sky but you just always manage to come back like the damn plague

Eventually he gives up trying to kill you and just had to deal with the fact you'll be kept alive... just temporarily though... he's still looking for ways to kill you

However, your powers gave you dozens of advantages when around Homelander.

He can be having a meeting about something serious and everyone would be listening to him due to their fear towards him, then there's you who'd be doing your own thing and just shout out unrelated things like "Donald Trump just blocked me on Twitter!! HAH!! SUCK IT CORNFLACKS!!"

Everyone turning to you with startled expressions while Homelander simply rolls his eyes before continuing his presentation.

You are a complete nightmare to the PR team, that's why for interviews or any events, you'll always be paired up with Homelander so he can keep you under control and stop you from saying weird shit that could ruin the company's image.

"So Deadpool, how does it feel being in the Seven working alongside Homelander? You've been working together for almost 3 years now" A reporter would ask as you two are surrounded by screaming fans.

"Like I'm in the twilight series, not because of the fantasy but because I'm still waiting for the part where he impregnates me—"

"O-kay! That's enough, just silly ol' Deadpool with those inside jokes"

"You can tell in this eyes that he wants to fuck me right now. HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!!" You shouted as you're being dragged away by him.

Obviously when you had found out about his relationship with Stormfront, especially her background, you had to say some shit about it. Not giving the slightest care about the fact he could be grieving over her death.

He'll be in his room standing in front of the window and you'd just storm in, being as loud as possible.

"I can't believe you dated a N@zi!! Is it because I'm Jewish?!" Which may or may not be true, nobody knows your origin.

He may hate your guts but if he ever needs someone to help him do some dirty work, you're the person for the job, you never ask why or how, which could be the only thing he likes about you.

"Y'know, maybe if you didn't have such a big mouth, you'd be tolerable"

"All the people I've slept with have said otherwise"

Compatibility? 50%

STARLIGHT

Before she joined the Seven, she had an image of what kind of person you were, she just didn't know it was this worse.

When you found out she used to work at this Sunday School Church, you just haaaaad to say something about it.

"So like, you say that prayer always works, but every night I pray for my hair to grow and it never does. Do you think God has me blocked? How do I get unblock?"

"Uh..."

You two surprisingly get along without one wanting to slice the other's throat, except sometimes the things you say can really piss her off. Which is why when the company assigned her a new costume, she was trying her hardest to avoid you, but you found out anyways.

"Holy shit Starlight! Nice costume, is this your Miley Cyrus breakthrough? Girl power!"

Insert her groaning out of annoyance.

Again, the second you discovered she was dating a guy behind the death of Translucent, you were heartbroken :(

"Of course this happens right when my therapist gives up on me!"

Despite your behaviour, you pitied her when it was revealed that she was taken advantage of by The Deep, so like any good friend, you took revenge by cooking his friend octopus and eating it happily in front of him.

"Revenge does taste sweet" You'd say happily while Starlight just watches by the side, both grateful and horrified at your actions.

In my opinion, you would definitely be the person she goes to once she starts working with the boys, you'll always be providing whatever information that happens in the company for her to use.

It helps her worry less about getting anyone killed 'cause you literally can't die.

Compatibility? 60%

QUEEN MAEVE

You're half the reason why she rethinks about her life choices when she wakes up in the morning

Not because you're a handful (which you are) but because you're always paired together on missions

"Deadpool! The hostages!"

"OKAY! God... you act just like my drunk uncle"

Which is a joke/nickname you like to address her by because of her alcoholism (yikes)

Whenever the company needs you for something, half of the time she's the one assigned to search for you.

There was this one time she caught you trying to have Anika track down Kanye West's location, nobody knows what shenanigans you were up to.

Another thing to mention was that you two were chosen by the company to sing a Christmas song for the year's Christmas ceremony.

Just imagine during the bridge of the song, she's singing normally while you're completely going off, your high note so high you were sure you had Mariah Carey a run for her money.

Even though she finds you a lot to deal with, you're actually her buddy to train with.

Since you're very skilled with Katanas, she likes to practice her swordsmanship with you.

You like to tease or make fun of her everytime she fails to strike you which is good motivation for her to get better. Maybe you guys bring out the best of each other?

Last thing I'd like to add is when she was found out by the public that she was a lesbian (She's bi but you get the running joke), you had gifted her a t-shirt that says, 'Biggest Dick in Town'

Compatibility? 80%

THE DEEP

Your human punching bag

If Vought was a high school instead of a company, you'd be the bully and he'd be the nerd getting stuffed inside the locker room.

For example, Homelander could be confronting Starlight about her relationship with Hughie and everyone would just start raising their voices til you come in yelling "SHUT UP!" to the Deep who had not said a single thing during the entire time.

Just imagine him staring at you like 😐

To be honest you also ate his friend octopus so you guys are actually never getting the chance to make up.

"Look dude, I don't appreciate your tone"

"I don't appreciate your haircut either but we can't all get what we want"

You may be a crazy person but you weren't going to be okay with the fact he violates every woman he sees, so not only did you cook the octopus but you also called in a male stripper disguised as a woman just for him to celebrate on his birthday.

Just imagine him all happy when you tell him the news and later that night he'll run inside your room, completely pissed off at your act after finding out but you just laughed and said.

"Happy April Fools 😚!"

"That's next month dipshit!"

Also, you never understood his weird fantasies. He has a thing for sea animals??You've caught him multiple times either flirting or getting off to one. It was concerning even for you.

"From how many animals you've fucked, you might just turn from the ocean's 'Seaman' to 'Semen'." You joked which he did not find funny.

Maybe you messing with him could just be your way of getting along with him since you're the same with everybody else, it's just he has more flaws to poke fun of and he's sensitive about them.

Compatibility? 5%

A-Train

He thinks you're fucked up in the head.

Half of the shit that comes out of your mouth just has him reacting like in the GIF

Buuuuuut you're the one he always brings to the club because you always know ways to give the party life.

You've somehow even got on the wall of fame, a lovely portrait of you with your hands making out a heart.

Also, you know about his business with Compound V waaaaay before anyone else did. He's still grateful you didn't tell anyone.

Just like everyone else, you also enjoy messing with him except he's fast and constantly avoiding you.

"Hey A-Train, how much do you wanna bet that I can die faster than you?"

"Dude... seriously?"

You guys rarely get sent on missions together because you're always slowing him down, not basing off the fact he's fast but because you get easily sidetracked with other things.

"Alright, we're here now, how much C4 do we use?"

"Fuck math! Let's use all of 'em!"

You ended up detonating all of the C4 on you before he could object the idea, he was able to run out in time, your action nearly getting him killed while you ended up dead.

But it's fine you'll just grow back.

You know that race he has against Shockwave? You'd be at the VIP section standing near where Homelander and Queen Maeve is, waving your huge banner that has a picture of A-Train's face and yours pasted over a figure carrying the other in bridal style.

Compatibility? 55%

TRANSLUCENT

He makes people paranoid but you make him disgusted.

There was this one time he was bored so he snuck in your room to see what you were doing.

At first he was confused why you had so many cute plushies but then the more he explored your room, he realised your room is basically every collector's dream.

You even had a huge teddy bear in the corner of your dressing room.

The reason why he doesn't like to spy on you is because the last time he did, he saw you putting your hand in the blender, then proceeding to put your private part into it.

Never again, he thought, never again.

He doesn't need to witness you carry out your intrusive thoughts.

Surprising enough, you're close with his son, I'd like to think that after his death, you practically became the kid's godparent. Though you can be sort of a bad influence, leading up to how he is in Gen V.

You always tell him you hate kids but he thinks otherwise.

After all, he can read people well.

You guys like to pull pranks on each other since you guys like competing on who's more sneaky

There was this one time, you woke up to find your suit gone so you ended up walking around the building, completely naked and unfazed by people's stares.

It was when you walked around the corner that you found your suit worn by someone else, turns out it was Translucent under it.

"Why is it so fucking tight dude? How do you stay in this shit all day?"

"You get used to it"

Compatibility? 85%

BLACK NOIR

Lovers.

He doesn't mind your attitude because he actually can't say anything about it.

No seriously... he can't talk.

But hey he's got a good shoulder to cry on.

"I just... hffgh... I can't believe my album didn't surpass lady gaga's... She doesn't even know how to use Katanas like I do!" You'd let out a loud sob while he just stares at you for a while before placing a hand on your shoulder, patting you gently.

You know the scene where he's playing the piano for one of the company's party? You'll be laying down on top of it and singing in your usual overdramatic high pitched voice.

He finds your humour amusing so he always does this little head tilt like in the GIF when you say some weird shit while waiting for his response.

Since both of you are the only members of the Seven that wears a full body suit, obviously you had to try on his but since it was impossible to achieve that, you just had the company make a copy for you.

He'll be walking down the hallway doing his normal routine until he notises another person in his suit, the moment you speak and he realises its just you is when he let's his guard down.

"I just got some transplants done to my ass, that's why I look different"

You both are never sent on missions together 'cause you guys don't work well, pretty much nobody works well with him since he's the silent type.

Example, you two were hiding behind some crates ready to jump on the bad guys who were snucking in illegal drugs. He gestured for you to wait as he went to check again, only to turn back to see you gone.

"Marry Christmas motherfuckers!"

He heard your voice shout and he found you standing on top of the stacked crates, machine gun in hand and began shooting aimlessly.

He didn't even do anything but just watch until you ran out of bullets. However, multiple survived and began shooting at you so you ended running towards where he's hiding at.

"Yankee yankee!" You yelped.

You know the video of the two girls taking off their wigs to reveal that they're bald and they start bonding over it? I'd like to imagine that's you and Black Noir with the skin condition under the suits.

One more scenario I wanna add, you guys could be having a meeting but since you were bored and you always hated meetings, you'd draw a big heart on a piece of paper and show it to Black Noir from across the table. Surprisingly he'd draw a heart back to you.

You were overjoyed so you began to draw you and him doing it, doggy style. He stares at your doodle for a while before choosing to just focus on the meeting instead.

Compatibility? 90%

(This took a while cause I was on vacation)

[sinner-as-saint]

run for your life

Mob!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with. 

Themes: slight stalker!bucky, possessive!bucky, mild degrading kink, smut, FLUFF, opposite aesthetics, mild daddy kink (nicknames only), cosy little town vibes 

a/n: some fluffy mob!bucky to end the year <3 Thank you so much for always supporting my silly little fics. Merry Christmas my darlings, and happy New Year!! See you soon ;)

He didn't know where exactly he would end up locating you, but finding you in a cosy, small, coastal town in the south of France was not on his list. 

You being the owner of a gourmet bakery was not on his list either. Bucky was confused, surprised, but mostly confused. How did this happen? At first, when Sam came to deliver him the news of your location that morning, Bucky didn’t believe him. Had Sam not been Bucky’s oldest, most loyal friend Bucky would’ve never believed him at all. 

“I’m gonna need you to stop being a dumbass and go find this girl!” Sam, ever the voice of reason yelled at Bucky who had been drowning in his sorrows. “It’s been months, and I can’t keep covering for your ass. I have my own shit to do, my own men to command.” He used that cool, authoritative voice of his. “Pull yourself together, Buck. Go find her.” 

Sam was right. Of course he was. He always was. And it had really been months since that damned night… 

— 

Bucky couldn’t wait to get out of his plane the moment it landed. It was late at night, but the perfect time to go to the club. He had missed it. Well, not the whole club really. Bucky had missed you. 

He had a… special connection with you. His girl. His only girl. His favourite girl. 

This time, he thought, he would do whatever he can to solidify whatever was happening between the two of you. Maybe he’d even get you to go on a real date with him. Maybe that would lead to something more. He was smiling to himself just thinking about it. 

He often thought back to the night you met. He was at the club after a long day of being the dark ruler he was. All he wanted was a drink and a pretty woman on his lap. That’s when he found you. 

Right as he walked in, you caught his eye. Walking around serving drinks, wearing a little see-through red dress that brought every man you walked past to his knees. 

Once he got to his booth, Bucky called you over. You walked towards him sheepishly. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before, beautiful.” He said, patting his thigh. He noticed the way you hesitated. Must be new, he thought. 

You carefully perched on his lap, holding your empty metal tray to your chest. Bucky smirked as he looked at it, like you were putting a makeshift barrier between the two of you. When you remained quiet and squirmy, Bucky spoke up again. 

“Come on, babygirl. Talk to me, it’s okay.” He whispered at his nuzzled your neck. “I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely, then I might.” 

His warm breath against your skin tickled. You chuckled as you pulled away to look at him. “Um, I’m just a waitress. I’m not supposed to…” You trailed off. Both of you were aware of the no-contact ‘rule’. But there was a natural, unexplainable spark there that neither of you could ignore. 

“Hmm,” His chest rumbled. “How about we go somewhere private?” He whispered into your ear and noticed the way you shivered. 

You hung your head, clutching your metal tray. “Waitresses aren’t supposed to go into the VIP rooms, sir.” You said quietly, just loud enough for him to hear you above the sensual music. 

Bucky smirked. Then leaned in and whispered, “I suppose I can bend the rules a little given I co-own the club.” 

You froze and went to stand up immediately, already apologising but he wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you on his lap. 

“It’s okay, babygirl. You’re not in trouble, I promise.” 

The two of you ended up in one of the VIP rooms. Nothing happened, you just kissed and talked and kissed some more. Bucky promised to come back. And he did. For months. Again and again and each time he did, you were drawn to him like he was gravity from the very moment he walked into the room. 

And that night he landed after being away for weeks, he expected you to run right into his arms the moment he’d enter the club like you always did. He even got you a nice little gift to make up for the time that he’d been away. It was a rare, red diamond choker. He could already imagine how it would look around your neck. Like a brand. His. 

But then he got to the club. And he noticed everyone was avoiding his eyes almost anxiously. And his girl was nowhere to be seen. He searched for you in the main area for a while, then even searched the VIP rooms, vowing to commit horrible crimes if he ever found you in there with another man. 

But no. 

He called Sam, who co-owned the club, and Sam had no idea who he was talking about. Bucky asked the staff members, and one bartender finally told him that you’d resigned a few weeks ago. And no one knew where you went. He asked for your full name, but no one knew that either. 

Not even Sam. “I didn’t even know we had a new waitress, Buck. I have more important shit to worry about.” He’d said, adding to the burning sensation in Bucky’s chest. 

“She left me.” 

Sam had no idea what his best friend was babbling about. And during the many months that followed, Bucky was a mess. A mess like Sam had never seen before. Frantically scanning country after country, searching for a girl with no name. He was in love, and he wasn’t giving up. He would find his girl come what may. 

—

But now Bucky knew where you were. 

And he was more confused than ever. He had even more questions. 

Bucky spent a whole week in that little town. Watching you, learning your routine, observing and questioning. He disguised himself as a local and always kept his distance even though his hands itched to touch you. 

At first he was bothered by how you were fine with living the same day everyday. Your routine seemed boring at first, but the more he watched, the more he realised it was sort of therapeutic. The normality of it all. 

He rented an apartment on the other side of the street from your bakery, and he spent hours watching you. 

You lived right above the bakery. A quaint apartment, with flower pots all around the french windows. Sometimes when you forgot to turn the lights off at night, Bucky spent the whole night spying on you, counting your breaths as you slept on your couch in front of the TV. 

You’d wake up at the crack of dawn, then you’d feed your dogs. He noticed you had two. Lazy, both of them. Then you’d get downstairs and within half an hour, the cool air that entered his apartment carried the smell of the sea and baked goods. 

All he wanted was to cross the cobblestone street and drag you to his bed, demand answers while fucking some sense into you. But the more he watched you, the more his anger diminished. Temporarily. 

The genuine smile on your face as you served your loyal customers all day, especially the ones who always came early in the morning on their way to work. The occasional sound of your voice or your laughter that slipped past whenever someone didn’t close the door right. The sound of children squealing and laughing whenever you gave away leftover baked goods or donuts in the evenings. How you knew almost everyone by name. How sometimes you invited neighbours over for wine nights. How you went on little walks in late, cool evenings, forcing your lazy pets to walk but then ending up having to carry them on the way back. They were spoiled, he realised. He hated to admit that he was jealous of the damned dogs who got so much of your attention while he starved for it. 

He wasn’t angry by the end of that first week of spying, he was just hurting. How dare you live a whole new life without him? How dare you laugh and seem like you don’t miss him? He’d just spent months looking for you and here you were, just going about your day like you didn’t care? Like none of those nights you’d spent together mattered? 

Meanwhile he was shaking just reminiscing the way your touch felt across his skin. He remembered the first time the two of you crossed that line in one of the VIP rooms…

You were wearing that red dress again. Fucking tease, he hissed each time you moved or squirmed on his lap. 

“Baby, please,” He groaned. “Just… let me touch you. Daddy will make you feel good, so good babygirl, I promise.” He pleaded, hands caressing your soft, warm thighs. 

You shook your head, popping another one of those chocolates he brought you into your mouth and sucking your fingers after. Torturing him. 

“We can’t,” You insisted, with nothing but mischief in your eyes as you looked at him. “You made these rules yourself, remember?” You chuckled when he groaned again when you straddled him properly. 

“I don’t give a shit about rules.” He hissed, nuzzling your neck. Slowly, he kissed up and down your neck. “I just wanna taste you. That’s it. Just a taste.” 

That’s how he found himself on his knees, face in between your thighs. His skilled tongue making you whine and whimper as you tugged on his hair. Bucky hummed in appreciation the more he tasted you. 

“Come on daddy’s face, baby…” 

That’s it. 

Bucky decided he would go see you the next morning. He would drag you back home if he had to, but he wouldn’t spend another day without you. Who did you think you were? No one just tosses him aside like this. He’d remind you who he was and then you’d both go home right away. 

—

Bucky woke up to a thunderstorm. Weather around here was unpredictable. He got out of bed and immediately looked outside to find your bakery empty. No customers in sight because of the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. The golden light was on though. 

He decided it was time to go have a talk with you. He promised not to lose his temper. He would go in there calmly, talk it out with you. Ask you what the fuck you are doing here, and then he’d take you home. 

But that ended up not happening. 

Bucky crossed the slippery cobblestone street, walked into your comforting, sweet smelling bakery and froze. He froze right there at the entrance. 

As did you. Standing there behind the wooden counter, oven mittens in your hand and apron in another, you stared at Bucky with nothing but pure shock and surprise on your face. A thousand thoughts, mainly questions, crossed your mind. 

What is he doing here? How did he find you? Why is he dressed casually like a local, wearing soft colours instead of his usual suits? How long has he been here? What is he doing here? 

You let out a little gasp. “Bucky?” 

Wrong move, apparently. Because his demeanour changed in a nanosecond. His calm and collected-ness was forgotten instantly. Jaws clenched, with a murderous look in his eyes, he walked closer, more like charged at you, and around the counter before you could even get a word out. 

He had you pinned to the nearest wall before you could process it all. Knocking down a framed picture in the process. Towering above you, he looked like he was beyond pissed. 

“Bucky, I—,” 

“Shut up.” He hissed, voice cold with bitterness and anger. He watched how you shivered when he pinned your wrists to the wall on either side of your head. “Shut the fuck up.” 

He leaned closer, chest pressing against yours leaving no space in between. He closed his eyes and sighed for a moment, trying his hardest to see reason but he was angry. So angry he couldn’t think. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He spoke with such a low voice that you trembled against him, causing him to tighten his grip around your wrists, surely bruising them. You didn’t care. 

You winced, “I can explain.” Fuck, you’d missed him too. It had been months since you last saw him. He was just as handsome as you remembered. His hair was a little longer now, his beard a little thicker. But he made your heart race just the same. “Please Bucky,” You whispered, “let me explain everything to you.” 

“No.” He growled before pressing his mouth to yours, angrily. Like he wanted his kiss to hurt. And it did. 

His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled on and bit your lips. His hands damn near crushed your wrists in his strong grip. And he didn’t give you even the briefest second to breathe. He kissed you just like how he imagined he would do once he found you. Ravenously. Pouring everything he felt into it. Desperation, anger, hurt, obsession. He couldn’t get enough. 

“Bucky…” You gasped against his lips when he finally pulled away. Breathing fast, you tried to get a look at him but he just seemed even more angry. 

“Turn around,” He mumbled, forcing you to turn around anyway. Fuck, the sight of you in that long, flowy, sundress was doing things to him. He was never this bothered when you used to parade around in your little see-through dresses, but somehow the sight of you in this pink, floral dress was making him act like a caveman. 

His movements were rash and angry. He almost tore your dress off of you while he shoved his rough hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. You whined and trembled against the cool wall when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he hissed into your ear. 

“I should punish you for what you did to me,” His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. “I should tie you up and fuck you however I want.” 

Your dress was partially off, bunched and only hanging on around your waist. Being so dishevelled made this even dirtier. You were moaning by now, hoping the heavy rain would blur your actions from anyone who walked by the shop. Or god forbid, walk in. 

“How dare you think you can just leave me?” He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body come alive. 

You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldn’t get enough. 

More, more, more. You mentally chanted. 

Bucky wasn’t having the silent treatment, so he smacked your thigh to get your attention. You yelped. Your skin stung as he smacked it again, on the same spot. Harder this time. You cried out even louder as he kept taunting you. “Answer me, you fucking brat!” His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. “Why did you leave me?” 

You cried as he kept fucking you with his fingers you even as you came. His fingers sliding in and out with ease now. The sounds you made were wanton. “You… you left first.” You tried to argue. But failed miserably. 

He chuckled in that dark and dangerous way of his. “I left for work.” He said, “And I promised you I’d be back.” He reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” 

“Please, please, please…” You begged. “Please I need to come, Bucky please.” 

“Oh?” He chuckled again, slowing down his movements purposely. “No one touched you, huh?” He playfully bit on your exposed shoulder. “You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down my hand, babygirl.” He boasted. “Is it because no one has touched you these past few months? Hmm?” 

“Yes…” You had tears streaming down your face, and you nodded breathlessly. “Please…” 

But instead of making you come all over his fingers, Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear him undoing his trousers. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.

“I’m gonna teach you what happens to people who think they can run from me, babygirl.” He growled as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out. 

After months of not having him, right now he felt huge inside you. Just like that, memories of nights spent with him came flooding back in. You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. 

His hand gripped you by the hips, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you like he hated you. Like it was punishment. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.

“Did you think I’d never find you?” He asked, fucking into you. “I bet you thought you’d gotten rid of me, hmm?” 

You’d missed him too. He could tell by the way you were starting to clench around him already. Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you. 

“See, it didn’t have to be like this, baby…” he mumbled angrily against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, “I could be nice and gentle with your body, but you just had to be a fucking brat and leave me with no warning.” He spat, growling in your ear as he pounded into you, your chest slamming into the wall with each thrust. It hurt in the best way. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly.

The pleasure, the pain, the heat of him… was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Bucky–,” You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding. 

His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He came while biting down hard on your shoulder. So hard that even you cried out, still coming down from your high as you felt him spill deep inside you. 

That bite on your shoulder hurt. And like a chain reaction, everything began to hurt. Having him here hurt. Memories of being with him in the city, in the dark rooms of that club hurt. Realising how fast your life changed hurt. 

You didn’t realise you were sobbing quietly until you heard Bucky apologising profusely. Suddenly no longer angry. No longer feeling betrayed. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.” He kissed that sore spot softly, his bite mark on your shoulder repeatedly as he wrapped his arms around you, securing you in the comfort of his embrace. “I don’t know what came over me, babygirl. I’m so sorry, please look at me. Hey, hey,” He pulled away and turned you so you faced him, still with tears in your eyes. “Babygirl, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, wiping your tears away, then kissing your face repeatedly. 

You remained like that for a few minutes. Arms wrapped around one another, standing there against that wall while it rained like hell outside. Bucky didn’t stop apologising. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been an animal like this with you, I—,” 

You cut him off finally, “Shh, it’s okay.” You pulled away from his warm chest to look up at him. “I needed this.” You said, sniffling as you gently cupped his rough cheek, caressing his face with your thumb. “I needed you like this.” 

He just hugged you close again, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry.” He apologised one final time. “I’ll listen, I promise. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.” 

You smiled faintly at him. “Then I should lock up down here and we can go upstairs. I don’t want to scare my neighbours by risking them finding us like this.” You looked down at your partially torn dress and Bucky’s unbuttoned trousers. 

Much to your surprise, Bucky said, “You go ahead, I’ll close and lock up.” 

You frowned at him even as you desperately tried to get the top of your sundress to cover your chest. “You wouldn’t know how to…” You trailed off as realisation set in. He was a calculated, smart man. He didn’t just apparate on your doorstep with no planning. “You’ve been watching me.” You stated, raising an eyebrow at him. 

Bucky gave you a rare, guilty look. 

You sighed and shook your head. “I guess I chose this life by getting involved with you.” You gave him a faint smile. “Alright then, lock it. Leave the key in the little basket by the door.” You started walking towards the stairs, then turned around again and said, “Make sure the windows are properly locked too, because of the rain and stuff.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky nodded.

You smirked at him. 

With that you took the stairs and Bucky watched you go with a fond smile on his face. No one ever ordered him around. He hated it. But coming from you, he quite liked it. 

Bucky chuckled at himself because never in his life had he ever imagined he would one day be closing up a bakery in a small town, all for the woman he’s obsessively in love with. But he didn’t mind it one bit. 

After following your instructions and double checking the windows, he made his way upstairs as well. Again, he didn’t know what he expected your place to look like – and all that spying only allowed him glimpses of your apartment – but he never expected your space to look so… 

Pink. With occasional gold accents. Pale pink couch, the one you often fell asleep on while watching TV, and fluffy white pillows and rugs to go with. Paintings hanging on even paler pink walls. The kitchen he couldn’t quite see but he assumed it’d have to be all white. Pink dog beds, with fluffy balls of brown fur sleeping on them – wearing pink collars no less. 

He couldn’t see your bedroom from the living room given the door was closed but given the pink, fluffy robe and socks you wore he could imagine just how pink it must be. 

“It’s so girly.” He commented, as if surprised. Maybe he was a little. After all, he knew you as the seductive goddess he met almost every night at the club. He never realised that it was all just a show, that it was all just a persona at work. In a way, stepping into your space felt so intimate. He liked it. 

You chuckled. “Coquette, please.” You corrected as you handed him a glass of red wine while he took a seat beside you. He did look a little out of place in your apartment, a dark and broody man like him. But then again, he was here and that’s all that mattered. 

He turned to look at you and couldn’t resist holding your hand and pulling you onto his lap again. “Come here,” He said, “I’ve missed you.” 

As you straddled his lap, your robe exposed some of your shoulder and Bucky saw the very noticeable bite mark he left on you. He grimaced when he saw it. He placed his wine glass to the side and traced the bite mark with his thumb carefully. 

“I’m sorry, babygirl.” He whispered, leaning in to nuzzle your neck and kiss the bite mark. And breathe in your scent. Fuck, he’d missed it so much. “You smell a little different. Fruitier.” 

You giggled when his hair tickled your skin. “I made blueberry compote earlier this morning. Perhaps that’s why.” 

You could feel him smiling against your skin. Then he pulled away to look at you. His hands shamelessly slid under your robe, eager to touch your skin. Relishing it this time, not in a feral hurry like he was earlier. He seemed visibly calmer too. 

“We used to spend hours like this at the club, remember?” He spoke, and immediately you were overwhelmed with nostalgia. 

Hours, days, weeks, months. Some days back then you would wake up in the morning already excited to see Bucky in the evening. And it wasn’t because it was all sexual. So many nights all you two did was drink, laugh and talk about everything. He once told you that apart from Sam, you were his only real friend. 

Bucky kissed you, breaking you out of your reverie surely thinking of the past as well. It was a slow, gentle kiss. It was consuming you. His hands caressed your thighs which were still a little sore from earlier. You winced in pain when he massaged the spot where he spanked you. 

Bucky pulled away from the kiss, apologising again as he kissed down your chin. “I’m sorry, babygirl.” 

You smiled at him after taking a sip of your wine. “Stop pretending as if we were always vanilla or that this is scandalous in any way shape or form.” You chuckled as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “We both know this was nothing compared to how we used to be.” 

Bucky smiled, a little sadly. “I missed you.” He repeated. “Tell me,” He said, “Tell me everything.” 

You finished your wine. “What do you want to know?” 

“Why did you start working at the club?” He caught the look of sadness that suddenly appeared on your face upon hearing the question.

“I… I had to drop out of uni because my grandparents fell sick.” You explained. “Mom and dad were travelling for work at the time, and I was the only one who could take care of grandma and grandpa. The treatments and all ended up costing a little more than what we had so I needed a job that paid well, I also needed one that would allow me to be flexible with my time so I could take care of my grandparents.” 

Bucky nodded, “Hence the club.” 

You nodded in confirmation. 

“Your parents never intervened? So you could finish your education?” He questioned. 

“No.” You said, almost emotionless. “When they found out what I was doing, where I was working to earn the extra money we needed… they kind of disowned me. And vowed to never talk to me again.” You chuckled, humourlessly. 

“They don’t deserve you.” Bucky said quickly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close. “You were so brave baby, I wish you would’ve told me all of this.” 

You slid your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp gently. “You were already taking care of me.” You said, “You mended my heart a little each night when I saw you.” 

“I wish I could’ve done more.” He kissed along your collarbones, then froze again as if he remembered something. “I almost forgot,” He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black box. “I got you something.” Then clarified, “Well, I got you this months ago. I would’ve given it to you had you not run away from me.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “I didn’t run from you, I–,” 

He cut you off with a finger on your lips. “Tell me about that part in a minute,” He opened the slender black box to reveal the red diamond choker inside. “I had this made for you.” He watched your face intently. 

“Bucky…” You hesitantly reached for it, running your fingers over the beauty of it. It was a simple design. Elegant, timeless. Way too expensive. “I can’t take this,” You began protesting, “It’s too much.” 

Bucky made a face and said, “Oh shut up.” He was already clasping it around your neck before you could protest any further. “It’s a gift from daddy,” He whispered against the corner of your lips. “You deserve it, babygirl.” 

When he pulled away to look at you, his heart almost broke again at the sight of the tears in your eyes. 

“What is it?” He asked, wiping your tears away for the second time today. “Is it that ugly?” 

You laughed through the tears. “No, it’s the prettiest thing I own.” You sniffled. “The only piece of real jewellery in fact.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” 

“Remind me to get you a whole collection.” Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you deeply. 

Then it turned into something more and by the time the afternoon rolled around, the two of you had lost count how many times you’d made love on your pink couch. Slow touches and cuddles, and soft kisses always resulted in the two of you fucking again. 

—

In the late afternoon, while snacking on random things Bucky realised you still hadn’t explained how you ended up here. 

“Grandma and grandpa’s bakery.” You explained, watching the rain pour outside. “They left it to me. They died within weeks of each other,” You said with a melancholic smile on your face, “I always knew that would happen. They loved each other too much to live without one another for too long.” 

You turned to look at Bucky who pulled you onto his lap again and held you as tightly as possible. You weren’t crying this time, but being held felt nice. 

You continued, “I had funerals to plan, I had to pack up my life and move all the way here, I had to take on the responsibility of the bakery and renovate this apartment. And you were already gone at the time so…” You sighed. “I didn’t know if I should leave a note or not. I didn’t know if you were actually coming back or–,” 

“I would never abandon you. I thought you knew that.” Bucky said, a little annoyed at that. “I made you a promise, did you not–,” 

You couldn’t help but argue, “Yeah well, I didn’t know if what we had was real enough for you to come back to.” 

Bucky frowned. “Baby…” 

You gave him a small smile, and pressed your forehead against his, rubbing your noses together. “I know now. It is.” 

When you finally pulled away from his addicting embrace you said, “I’m gonna get started on dinner. You can shower in there,” You pointed at your bedroom door as you got up from the couch. Bucky tried to grab you again but you pulled away laughing. “The weather is clearing up, we can have dinner outside on the patio.” 

You threw him a wink and made your way into the kitchen. 

Bucky finally got up and walked into your bedroom. Just as he imagined, the place was all white, gold, and pink. He actually laughed when he walked into the bathroom and found it pale pink as well. He’d grown to love it too by now. 

–

You were busy at the stove, making your best seafood pasta, when you felt strong arms wrapping around you from behind. 

“How’d you like my bedroom?” You asked, smirking already as you pictured him in your very girly space. 

“It’s very pink. The bed looks comfy,” He whispered into your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you in it later.” 

You chuckled and passed him another glass of wine. As you turned to face him again, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. There he was, one of the scariest men you knew, standing in your grandma-core kitchen, wearing a fluffy white robe with pink clouds on it. 

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Oh don’t comment on it. I can already hear Sam laughing his ass off and he’s not even here.” 

You laughed even harder before you kissed his cheek. “It suits you.” You said. Then you handed him a couple of plates and pointed at the patio which could be seen from the kitchen window, “Can you set the table?” 

He finished his wine and then mumbled on his way out like a grumpy old man, “First close the bakery, now set the table,” He shouted from outside, “You know, if this whole thing was your elaborate plan to hire me as your domestic helper, you could’ve just asked, babygirl.” 

You laughed at him from inside the kitchen. You shook your head as you watched him. Wearing your fluffy robe, setting the small table on your patio. The view of the ocean from that patio was to die for, and the setting sun was just sublime. The golden lights you’d hung above the cute little dining area added to the cosy atmosphere. Now with the weather a lot nicer than it was hours ago, you could hear the small town coming alive again. Voice and laughter, children cycling down the cobblestone. 

And Bucky. Bucky was here too. Winking at you from the patio. And you thought your life had ended when your parents disowned you. You scoffed at the thought. Then you thanked whatever god was listening for bringing Bucky back to you. 

— 

During dinner, Bucky filled you in on what he was up to while you were gone. And you did the same. One bottle of wine turned into two, then you and Bucky laughed at random things while you did the dishes. 

Then you found yourselves in your bed. And like he promised, Bucky made love to you there as well. 

His muscular body hovered above yours. He looked down at you with nothing but love and desire in his eyes as you undid the ridiculous robe to let his cock out. He was hard already. 

“Think I like you a lot in this robe.” You teased. 

Bucky laughed before leaning in for a kiss again. He nibbled along your skin, from your mouth to your neck as he parted your legs and slid into you.  

You gasped as your walls welcomed him perfectly. He was nice and snug inside you, stretching you out in a way that had you whining and whimpering under him in no time. 

Bucky laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head on your pink covers as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled back once he started moving in and out of you. Taking his sweet time, loving the way his warm skin rubbed against yours. 

He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly. “I love you.” He breathed against your mouth. “So fucking much.” He kissed along your skin and moaned into your ear as he sped up. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” 

“Oh Buck,” You smiled up at him, “I love you.” 

“You’re mine.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you as he made you come again. 

“And you’re mine.” 

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You woke up some time in the middle of the night, thirsty after all that wine from earlier. But the moment you sat up to get out of bed, Bucky woke up too. Asking in his groggy voice, which you had never heard before but concluded that it was kind of hot, “Where are you going? What is it?” 

You smiled and kissed his forehead while getting out of bed, “Just thirsty. I’ll be right back.” 

Bucky got up after you, getting out of bed as well. “I’m coming too.” He said, “I worry this girly room might engulf me if you leave me here alone.” He joked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he followed you out and into the kitchen. 

Truth is, he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second. 

You handed him a glass of cold water while you put some water to boil to make tea. Some green tea should put the two of you right back to sleep, you thought. 

So there you were in your cosy kitchen, wrapped in a soft blanket. Bucky leaned against the counter watching you. He was shirtless, just in some white, cotton pyjama pants that you lent him. They didn’t fit him at all but something about him in your clothes made him seem adorable. 

You were both quiet. But you could feel Bucky thinking. He looked like he was trying to find the right way to ask you something. You didn’t know what. But he had that little frown on his forehead. You wanted to kiss it away. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

Bucky avoided your eyes, choosing to stare at the floor instead as he asked, “Do you think… I mean, would you ever come back home?” 

Ah. The few moments of silence which followed were heavy. You didn’t like how that question put some kind of metaphorical distance between the two of you. 

So you took a few steps and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his muscular, toned chest and said, “This is home, for me.” You gave him the truth. “That city was never home now that I think about it.” You smiled faintly, “The only good part was you.” 

Bucky nodded. “So,” He began, then stopped to clear his throat and spoke again, “You won’t ever leave this place?” 

You slid your hands up across his skin, feeling the warm, strong muscles underneath your palm. You traced his collar bones, then his neck and finally cupped his face in your hands. He wrapped his arms loosely around your middle. 

“I love it here, Bucky.” You stated. “It’s quiet, and peaceful. It looks boring at first but it’s what I’ve always wanted.” You said. “Plus my grandparents left me this, it’s all I have of them.” You paused for a while, hating that look of hurt in his ocean blue eyes. “I won’t leave. This is my home now.” 

Bucky was quiet. Even his breathing was slow. 

You let go of him, took a step back and said, “Maybe you should head back.” It felt like the words sliced you from the inside. It hurt to even utter them. “You have a life there.” You gave him a sad smile. Followed by a faint chuckle. “Unless you want to take up fishing then I’m afraid there’s nothing for you here.” 

He scoffed. “There’s you.” He said as if that was more than enough. 

“Bucky.” You warned. 

He shook his head, then reached for his phone which he’d forgotten in the kitchen earlier tonight. “Sam will probably fly out here to beat me up when I tell him.” He spoke, none of what he said made sense to you though.

“What are you–,”

“And he’ll have to work twice as much. But he’ll do great, I know. He’s Sam after all, strongest man I know.” Bucky carried on, ignoring your questions as he typed away on his phone. “I’ll do as much as I can from here, maybe fly back to the city once or twice a year to show my face.” 

“Bucky,” You warned again, “What are you talking—,” 

Bucky continued, cutting you off each time you tried to get a word in. “I’ll have to call my people, actually I have a lot of phone calls to make if–,” 

You cut him off this time, stepping closer to him again and grabbing him by his broad shoulders. “What are you talking about?” 

Bucky gave you a lovesick smile. “Well if you’re not going back to the city, neither am I.” He answered. You froze. He continued. “I’ll have to buy us a bigger home somewhere around here. We’ll keep the apartment and bakery of course, but maybe we could use some staff to help with maintenance and to keep the bakery running.” 

He made a mental, makeshift plan while you had silent tears streaming down your face. 

He continued, “We’ll get you back in uni, whichever one you want and whichever offers distance learning because there’s no way I’m letting you live on some campus away from me.” He paused, then said, “I’ll have to actually take up fishing. Maybe I’ll buy a few boats, you know I always wanted to be a yacht broker.” He sounded almost… hopeful. “Retirement sounds nice.” 

You sniffled. “Buck…” 

Bucky kept talking while he gently caressed your back. “I’ll have to learn French,” He groaned, “At this grown age.” He added. “I’ll have to know what's a chocolate croissant and what’s a pain au chocolat if I want to occasionally help out with the bakery. I can’t be uncultured while my wife is this connoisseur, you know? The locals will laugh at me.” 

“Wife?” You questioned through tears and a faint, barely there smile. 

He rolled his eyes. “Baby, I’m wearing your clothes, sleeping in your girly room, eating off of your floral plates.” He explained, “If you don’t marry me, I will lose my reputation.” He joked. 

You laughed, and sobbed as you threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could. 

“You don’t have to do this.” You spoke through tears. Your heart felt so full, you didn’t know how to handle a man like Bucky changing the course of his life for you. All for you. 

Bucky hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. “I want to.” He said, “I have to. Otherwise you’ll run away again.” He teased. 

You laughed quietly. “I won’t.” You said firmly. 

“Good,” He sighed, squeezing you tightly in his arms before letting go. “Now I have to tell Sam.” He looked genuinely worried. 

You giggled, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Tell him in the morning.” You whispered, your hands already trailing down to the waistband of the pyjama pants. 

Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, deeply. “Okay baby,” He whispered, forgetting everything else as he got lost in you all over again. 

He made love to you right there in the kitchen, sliding in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the counter. Slow and gentle. Kissing you softly, making a mess of you as he made you come over and over and over again. Whispering against your heated skin, your wet, open mouth, “You’re mine…” 

“All yours,” You answered, holding him tightly. Your nails scratching down his back, your skin burning in all the best ways as his beard scratched it each time he kissed you. 

This time, he made you a different promise. 

“If you chose to run again, you better run for your life and pray I never find you, babygirl…” He whispered into your ear as he slid inside you again. His cock made it hard for you to focus on anything else but you tried your hardest to hear him out. “Because I won’t be this kind if I ever have to hunt for you again.” 

You laughed, but ended up moaning as he bit down on your other shoulder this time. Marking you as his again.

[gazsdiary]

JOHNNY'S SECRET

Johnny Soap Mactavish x Reader (Later Poly!tf141 x reader)

ABO Universe

Oneshot: Johnny's Secret

Summary: Johnny has a secret and Gaz is determined to find out what is he is hiding that makes him smile like a fool. Or rather: who.

Warnings: none

Let me know if you want this to become a series!

(I do NOT allow anyone stealing, translating or imitating this work)

xoxo

Something was going on with Johnny. He had been disappearing at random hours for the last couple of days, nobody knew where he went. At first, none of them cared, maybe he was just getting some air or going to the bathroom. Who knows. He was always a bit weird if they were honest. However, Gaz had started noticing some slight changes in his new behaviour, or his new routine. For example, how he always disappeared at the same time, sometimes even leaving in the middle of lunch without giving any explanations. And always came back smiling. A stupid smile as Simon had named it, but a smile nonetheless. 

When Gaz has asked them about this Simon shrugged his shoulders and Price only frowned his lips saying that he’ll keep an eye on him. So he had made it his mission to find where his same-rank friend was when he disappeared. 

They had always been glued to the hip. Well, since he came around. It had been weird at the beginning. The connection they had, almost instantly, was electrifying. He was the one that introduced him to the rest of the pack, he would be forever thankful for that. However. 

There was no space for secrets in their relationship, and Johnny was hiding a big one. And it was Gaz’s responsibility to find out what it was, mostly for the pack stability he said. Mostly. Because, would he sound needy if he said he felt left out by his partner in crime?

That’s why he was there right now. Waiting for Johnny to come out of the medical hallway, leaning against the wall, waiting patiently looking at the door. Medical office 1. 263. First floor. Soap was there. He knew it. He had followed him all the way from the Mess, from a cautious distance. 

Is this where he had been disappearing all this time? Was he sick? Was it something so serious to hide it from the Pack? Worried fill him for a second before he heard the door open, Soap exiting with that fucking dumb smile. It fell rapidly from his face when he saw his packmate leaning against the wall, a frown adorning his forehead. 

“What’re ye doing here?” He asked in a huss, closing the door and walking fastly towards him. There was not an ounce of that smile anymore.

“What am I doing  here? Now you’re taking the piss” 

Soap growled grabbing him by the arm and dragging him around the corner, hiding away from the clinic, Gaz’s back was towards that direction.

“Listen, ye can’t be here. Ye donae get it. Just, trust me”

“You’ve been disappearing, no one knows where you are going and you tell me to go away? Me ? What the fuck is happening Johnny? Are you sick or som? You can trust me, you know-”

He almost fell forward, a weight crashing into him, hitting him on his back. 

“Ow! I’m so sorry about that, sir!” You apologised, never stopping your pace as you snuck around them “Oh, bye Johnny! See you tomorrow!” You didn’t stop walking down the hallway, slightly tripping over when you tried to catch your speed after that bump.

Gaz’s gaze followed your retreating form. You had bump into him and looked him in the eye as you apologised, you even smiled at him. He felt a warm feeling spreading inside his chest, his fingertips tingling. He had to stop the happy grumbles growing in his chest

“Who was that?”

“That’s gonna be our wife.”

[gloxk]

hate fuckin w aot plz🙏🏿 like uh what position would they fuck you in when they mad?

Fuck me like you mad at me baby.

(Eren Y. Connie S. Armin A.)

A/N: BEAT THAT COOCHIE UP LIKE YOU MAD AT A BITCH! Sorry it took so long to get your request. But let’s just all agree Eren, Connie, Armin are the big three. I’m not arguing with anyone. It’s true. NOT PROOF READ! 17+

Synopsis: Aot men fucking you after an argument!

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༺Connie༻

—————ON DA WALL.

Connie isn’t going to show you he’s mad, but baby you gonna feel it.

And oh boy you done did it today. After he seen you flirt with a guy…jeez. You really got him walking around in circles trying to not scream at the top of his lungs.

You not going to know he’s mad for a while, after an argument and you THINK everything cooled down it hasn’t. He’s still pissed.

Props to him for controlling his anger (Eren could never.) But when you start sweet talking him again that’s when it comes out.

When you get to rubbing on his chest and start saying “I’m so sorry baby, lemme make it up to you. Please.” with that little whine in your voice…oh best believe he gonna make you sorry for real.

He gives you a small grin and says “Oh for real? You wanna make it up to me?” You should have never even offered because now look at you. Against the kitchen wall crying out how sorry you are.

“You sorry ma? How sorry?” The harshness of his voice craving down on you. You couldn’t even spit out a comprehendible sentence just “Yes mmm so sorry!”

He was satisfied with your sorry, after the second round. I mean after all you did offer…

༺Eren༻

—————FROM DA FRONT.

Now, Eren he’s rough rough when he’s mad. Like oh lord..pray he don’t get his hands on you.

Please run while you can, because after he got you alone you can’t run.

This was especially the case after he found out you followed a guy from your work place, the same guy who continuously flirted with you.

Don’t ask him how he knows, he just does.

“I ain’t dumb mama. So go ahead and do as I asked.” The request was so simple, just unfollow him. But the principle pissed you off, you never told him who to follow and who too not. So you refused. Wrong answer…

Because that refusal sent him through the roof. He just laughed while shaking his head. He tossed you on the bed with no regards.

You never been fucked so hard in your life…The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. “Look at me while I fuck you.” Eren spat out.

Your poor neighbors, the surely heard the madness that was occurring in your bedroom. But Eren did not give a single fuck.

He had your hair twisted in his fingers while he watched you block ole boy on everything single app you had. “Nuh uh. you ain’t done yet. Block him on spotify.” You were going to learn not to go seeking attention from anyone that wasn’t him.

“Nobody’s better than me mama. You should know better than that.”

༺Armin༻

————— BENT OVA.

You would never expect Armin to act the way he acts when he’s MAD.

Of course he got upset with you before but never something that made you change your view on him.

He always tried to be understanding, always listening to what you had to say and what was wrong. But, today was a little different.

He got so mad that you commented on how his friend looked good. He took it as you wanted his friend, but that wasn’t your intention at all.

“Ah, I see. Well just how good did he look y/n?! Why don’t you just tell him how much you want him to fuck you!” His insecurities were really starting to show. But damn, he just look so fucking hot with his button up shirt slightly undone, and his hair sticking to face. His eyes widened, it was a sexy sight. Armin could tell how turned on you were getting from him slightly raising his voice.

“Fuck—y/n. Stop looking at me like that.” The threw his keys on the table while shaking his head. Armin couldn’t look at you while your hand traveled up his shirt rubbing his abdomen. You were making it so difficult for him to be mad at you right now. Especially since you started begging for him to calm down and let you make him feel better.

The small tugs at his shirt just really got him going. He immediately bent you over on the couch, throwing your clothes everywhere. “Can’t even look at you. So fucking filthy.”

You tried to move away from him pounding your insides, hoping to get a break but no. “What the fuck did I tell you about that shit? Just fuckin take it.” Sluts didn’t deserve a break. They didn’t get that courtesy.

Eventually his hatred turned into love and he started spilling out how much he loved you while he was close to cumming. “I love you so much.” & “You mean the world to me.” & “Wanna make you a mommy.”

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Ah! tysm for 400!

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-MARK BEING A (CUTE) BOTHER

Pairing: mark grayson x f!reader

Synopsis: mark being a little shit while you’re trying to actually get productive work done.

Warning: probably a tad bit cheesy but who cares

A/N: omg I’m finally writing a story where mark isn’t fucking/getting his brains fucked out say wahhhhhhh. Anyway, just a lil domestic/fluffy lil story while I work on some bigger ones. Nobody can convince me that mark wouldn’t be cute annoying, NOBODYYYY 😞…(I loaf him sm…)

“Shew shew-“ you grumble as Mark keeps smashing his face against yours while you’re busy working. Your fingers clack away at the keyboard trying to get done as quickly as possible he just bothers you.

“How does this have anything to do with all your telekinesis crap or something,” Mark asked in an annoyed tone continuing to bother you—he wanted to have fun with you while he was free but for once you were the one busy. He was kind of getting a taste of his own medicine.

“Because it just does, now go before I kick your ass.” Powers or not, you still had to do paperwork like anybody else suffering on earth. You said before pushing his face away. That had him intrigued now. How did you even plan to kick his ass, he knew you were just talking shit but now he wanted to see it. So, he kept bothering you.

Whether it was poking at your face, leaping in front of your computer, or making annoying noises in your ear. He saw your eyebrow twitching more and more as you were losing patience. He wanted you to try and fight em. So he kept going.

You finally sprung up—you had had enough of his shit.

“One last chance, go away, Mark” you said squinting your eyes at him trying to seem as serious as you could.

“Not a chance, babe.” He said with a smug grin on his face holding out his arms. He was basically mocking you—wanting you to “do your worst”

You had leaped onto him like a damn cat knocking both of you on the floor as the tussle began. Now, the hard part began—you actually had to kick his ass…

A smirk flew across his face. He knew you had given in—as you began to roll around on the ground with him and tussle now. You two were like a log going back and forth. One second—you were on top of him. The next second—he was on top of you.

“Cmon babe…you’re really gonna kick my ass?” Mark said with a soft smile trying to get you to fold just from his face. You were on top of him in the moment holding him by his shirt collar as you had paused for a second. You honestly wanted to lean in and give him a little smooch but you had to keep your word and kick his little smug ass. Sadly, that wasn’t working out that well (never was going to) so you had to resort to empty threats.

“Mark! I will literally never ever ever kiss you again if you don’t give up like right now!” You threaten as he doesn’t believe it for a single second. He picked you up tossing you on the bed before leaping right back on top of you. He held you tight this time trying to make sure you didn’t move or win as you squirmed like a fish out of water

He was pecking kisses at your face every few seconds. He wasn’t letting up one bit. You loved how sappy he was, like a little puppy. You honestly almost lost for a second, stopping to stare at him. His brown eyes were like a trap for your heart. However, you had stopped for him wayyy too many times before—if you didn’t finish this paperwork now, it wouldn’t only be overdo (once again) but it’d just pile up again. You had to be a person of your word and kick his ass. He was probably gonna let you win anyway.

“MARK!” “Nuh-uh,” you two were back and forth about who was in charge. You sighed using your powers to your advantage just as he was, you were forcing his body to stay on the bed while you finished working. Mark knew he could’ve fought back or pulled through, but he let you have this little win.

“Lemme up-“ mark asked trying his best to annoy you so you’d give in

“No” you weren’t buying his shit for a second not letting up one bit

“Lemme up-“ mark continued the cycle the entire time you worked…he was trying his hardest to be insufferable

You two were just back and forth the entire time you finished your paperwork. Eventually, you were finished freeing him from the hold your powers had on him at the moment. You stood in front of him with crossed arms. “Kicked your ass and finished my paperwork.”

He just rolled his eyes before leaping on you again as the cycle of endless tussling began right back up again. He had let you win the first time since he didn’t even attempt to fight back against your powers. But this time…he’d redeem himself and win. You let him do exactly that—melting into his kisses like butter. He held you tight against his chest as if he never wanted to let go. You’d be a little asshole just like he was earlier.

“Lemme go,” you asked sarcastically

“Nope,” Mark said with absolute seriousness in his voice

“Lemme-“

“Nope”

The back and forth began once again.

Silence filled the room are you two were absolutely content with each other. You were in his hold and he had you held near and dear. It then hit you in the face that Mark mentioned something about the correlation of powers and paperwork. How he said “the two had nothing to do with each other so why’d you have to do paperwork for it 🤓”

“Mark…” you said softly waiting for his response

“Yes babe?” He was all ears for what you had to say to him.

“Have you been doing the paperwork that Cecil has been giving us—or should I say you?”

Silence filled the air…he wasn’t doing any paper work what so ever…

“Get your ass up and do that paperwork…” you said gently but your face was honestly so stern it had him tense up for a second

“Yes ma’am” he said as he placed a kiss on your head before moving over to the desk to begin his paperwork. He had a shitload to get started on and you’d make sure he finished every little bit before you two had fun again.

He was stubborn and so were you—a match made in (hell) heaven.

a/n: (ik for a fact he would duck and dodge every bit of paperwork he’d have to do…😭)

[odilesgrimoire]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (end)

Midoriya is patient.

He doesn’t push. Doesn’t rush. He only ever makes sure that you are comfortable.

He’s been doing that since the beginning. Since the first time he found you alone in the class, your eyes swollen from crying, forcing a smile. He never asked what happened. Never forced you to explain. He just… sat beside you, asked if you were okay.

And now, months later, when his feelings for you have deepened into something real, something undeniable, he still waits.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” he tells you one day. It’s quiet, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. “But I also don’t want to pretend I don’t feel this way.” His hands curl into fists at his sides, then relax. “I really like you.”

Your breath catches. You knew this moment would come. You knew Midoriya had feelings for you. And you like him too. You know he’s different from Bakugo, so much different. But still…

You hesitate.

Because you remember what it was like, to love someone, to give them everything, only to receive nothing in return. You remember what it felt like to be ignored, to be led on.

And Midoriya sees the hesitation in your eyes. He doesn’t panic, doesn’t get upset. He just smiles gently.

“You don’t have to answer right now,” he says, voice soft. “Take your time. I just… I just wanted you to know.”

And so, you do.

You take your time. You allow yourself to feel, to process, to understand that Midoriya isn’t Bakugo.

And when you’re finally ready, you take his hand and hold it tight.

And Midoriya?

His whole face turns red.

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Dating Midoriya is easy.

He’s nervous at first, always checking in, always making sure he’s not overstepping. Even something as simple as holding your hand makes him ask for permission.

When you say yes, his fingers slip between yours, warm and firm. And when you walk into the cafeteria together, hands intertwined, Midoriya looks like he might explode.

It’s cute. It makes you laugh.

But Bakugo isn’t laughing.

He’s watching from his seat, fists clenched, jaw tight. The soda can in his hand crumples under his grip, a twisted mess of aluminum.

He doesn’t like this.

As time passes, you and Midoriya grow closer.

Training together. Studying together. Laughing together. You’re happy. You’re moving on. You’re no longer waiting for someone to notice you.

But Bakugo… he notices.

And he hates it. At first, it’s just little jabs,

“Dumbass Deku, stop acting like a lovesick idiot.” “Tch. Can’t believe you’re actually dating this loser.”

You and Midoriya ignore it. There’s no point in responding.

But it doesn’t stop.

In class. In the cafeteria. During training. It gets worse.

Until, one day, Bakugo goes too far.

You’re walking past him in the hallway, Midoriya’s hand loosely holding yours, when you hear it.

“Tch. What a joke. You really think he actually likes you?”

You freeze.

Midoriya stiffens beside you. He turns, brows furrowed. “Kacchan-”

But Bakugo isn’t looking at him. His eyes are on you.

“You’re pathetic,” he sneers. “Jumping to the first guy who gives you attention. Guess it doesn’t matter who it is, huh? Even if it’s a weakling like Deku.”

Silence.

It’s sudden. Heavy. Suffocating.

Your stomach twists, your chest tightens. But you don’t say anything.

Neither does Midoriya.

But the entire class hears.

And Bakugo doesn’t stop.

“You’re desperate,” he spits. “Always clinging to someone. First me, now him. What’s next? Gonna throw yourself at Todoroki if Deku gets bored?”

The words cut deep. Not because they’re true, but because Bakugo knows exactly where to hurt you.

He knows exactly where your scars are. And he’s tearing them open.

Nobody speaks.

Not Kirishima. Not Kaminari. Not Uraraka. Not even Iida

But then-

BAM!.

The impact is sudden, brutal—a fist colliding with a jaw, the thud echoing through the hallway.

Bakugo stumbles back, eyes blown wide, hand clutching his face.

Midoriya stands in front of you, fist still clenched, body shaking.

But his voice? His voice is steady.

“You don’t get to say that,” he says, low and firm. Angry.

Bakugo snarls. “What the hell-”

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Midoriya cuts him off. His green eyes are ablaze, more furious than you’ve ever seen them. “Not after everything you did.”

Bakugo’s breath catches.

Because Midoriya isn’t just saying things anymore. He knows.

He knows what happened. He knows how Bakugo let you believe you had a chance, only to throw you away.

“You knew she liked you,” Midoriya says, voice sharp as a blade. “And you led her on.”

Bakugo flinches.

“You let her think you cared.”

His hands curl into fists.

“You let her give you everything, and you gave her nothing.”

And for once, Bakugo has no comeback.

Because Midoriya isn’t wrong.

Midoriya takes a step forward.

“She moved on. She found someone who actually cares. And now you want to tear her down?”

Silence.

“You’re a coward, Kacchan.”

The words sting. You can see it in the way Bakugo’s face tenses, in the way his eyes burn with something unreadable.

And then, Midoriya turns back to you. His gaze softens instantly.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod, but your hands are still shaking.

Midoriya doesn’t hesitate, he takes you, holding you tight.

Then, without another glance at Bakugo, he leads you away.

And Bakugo?

He just stands there.

Alone.

Deku didn’t just take you away, he gave you something Bakugo never could. And that’s why, in the end, Bakugo was the one who lost. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ If you enjoy my writing and wanna support me (or my milk🥛 addiction), I’m on [Ko-fi], writing and sipping milk!

[keraawrites]

"How can I let someone else have you?"

Summary: You two had been bestfriends forever. But when did the lines blur? You had no idea, but some shots and weed may help you find the answer. ۶ৎ Bakugo x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Content: Underage drinking, drug use (weed), drinking games, belly piercing, use of the name ma & mama, oral (m&f), missionary, doggy style, unprotected sex (Wrap it up guys)

Word count — 4.8k

Babble; Hey guys, so I have rewritten this, changed up the aesthetic and added some extras to it, but the summary is all the same. You can reread if you like💋

Nobody really understood the dynamic between you and Bakugo—well, except Midoriya. But the green-haired boy never dared to disclose too much because, frankly, he valued his life.

People assumed. They whispered. They stared too long whenever you and Bakugo walked through the halls together. And with good reason—y’all were close. Too close. Always up under each other, too touchy for “just friends.” But every time someone asked, the response was always the same:

“Katsuki? No, it’s not like that. He’s my best friend.”

“Hah?! The fuck you ask me for!?”

After a while, your friends had stopped prying, though the girls still gave you side-eyes and grilled you when Bakugo wasn’t around. Especially after he gave you that necklace three years ago.

“Oh my God, ‘Sukiiii! I love it!”

You had nearly tackled him when you ripped the wrapping off, revealing a thin gold chain with a small, elegant K hanging from it. The metal shimmered under the dorm lights, and your heart nearly burst.

“You gonna stop screeching so I can put the damn thing on you?”

You wore it every day. Bakugo didn’t know what it was, but something twisted in his chest every time he saw that delicate sparkle against your brown skin. A tight, unfamiliar feeling that he always brushed off.

The blonde clicked his tongue, irritation bubbling under his skin as he noticed you still hadn’t come down for breakfast. Again.

“This fuckin’ girl,” he grumbled, rubbing a hand down his face. He already knew what was up. You never set your alarms properly, and even now, in your third year, you still woke up barely twenty minutes before class.

Grumbling the whole way up to your room, Bakugo didn’t bother knocking this time. He just pounded on your door once before shoving it open, golden eyes narrowing at the lump buried under layers of blankets.

"You always fucking do this," he snapped, marching over to your window. With one rough yank, he pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with sunlight. “I’m tired of draggin’ your ass outta bed every day!”

"Then stop fucking doing it..." you grumbled, voice muffled against your pillow.

He didn’t even dignify that with a response. Instead, he ripped the blankets clean off you, forcing a dramatic groan from your lips as the cold air hit your skin. You barely had a second to react before your quirk flared up, an instinctive warning shot sparking from your fingertips. But Bakugo was used to your games. He dodged easily and shoved you toward the bathroom.

“Go shower, dumbass.”

You sent him a glare over your shoulder before stomping inside, slamming the door dramatically behind you. Unbothered, Bakugo walked to your closet, yanking out your uniform like it was second nature. You had been in his life for as long as he could remember, since before either of you had quirks or even full teeth in your mouths. You were the only one he really listened to—the only one he ever let check him when his ego got too big.

You and Midoriya had been his childhood friends, but it was you who kept him grounded, you who threatened to stop being friends with him when his bullying got out of hand. And even though he had been a stubborn little shit, he always found his way back to you.

The bathroom door creaked open, steam spilling into the room as you stepped out, skin still dewy from the heat. A towel was wrapped around your body, and without a word, you took the uniform from Bakugo’s outstretched hands.

“You gonna stand there, or you gonna turn around?” you teased, raising a brow.

The corner of his lip curled up. “Like I ain’t seen you in less before.”

It was true. You had spent countless nights in his bed, knocked out in one of his oversized skull T-shirts. He had seen you in a towel more times than he could count. But still, he turned around, rubbing the back of his neck as you changed.

"So, we going to the party tonight?" you asked casually, the sound of body spray filling the air.

"You wanna go, mama?"

"That's not what I asked."

He didn’t answer. Just pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the time. "Can you hurry the hell up? We got, like, five minutes till class. I'll leave your ass here."

You laughed, stepping in front of him fully dressed. Your hair was pulled into a bun, your braids a perfect shade of soft brown, complementing the warmth of your skin. The scent of vanilla and cocoa butter wrapped around him, triggering something deep and familiar in his chest. His eyes flickered over your uniform—knee-high socks, skirt too damn short, tie missing, but that K still sat perfectly on your collarbone.

"No, you wouldn't," you said smugly, looping your arm through his as you walked toward the door. "And since you didn’t answer my question—we’re going to the party.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose but didn’t argue. Because you were right. He was going. Even if he hadn’t planned on it before.

And, though he didn’t say it, there was an uneasy feeling twisting in his gut.

The bass of the music thrummed through your body as you giggled, swaying your hips to the beat alongside Mina. Your limbs were warm, your movements loose—three shots deep and already tipsy. The party had been going strong for nearly two hours, and you, Mina, and Jiro were thoroughly frassed. The latter was curled up on Kaminari’s lap, lazily sipping her drink while his fingers traced over her thighs.

Across the room, Bakugo sat sprawled on the couch, legs wide, his body relaxed in that effortlessly cocky way of his. A red Solo cup dangled from his fingers, half-full, while the blunt made its way around the circle. His crimson gaze, however, was locked onto you.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

His jaw flexed as you rolled your hips, your laughter carried through the air, completely unaware of the way he was struggling.

"So when are you gonna quit the act and make this official?"

Bakugo tore his gaze away with a sharp tsk, already knowing where this was going. Kirishima smirked at him from the other end of the couch, watching Mina dance with you.

"Shut up."

Kirishima chuckled. "I’m serious, bro. Someone might swoop her up if you keep acting like a dumbass."

Bakugo scoffed, taking a long sip of his drink. "Yeah, if they wanna fucking die."

The redhead hummed, eyes flickering toward the crowd. "Well… looks like Monoma picked a perfect day to die."

Bakugo’s entire body stiffened.

His head snapped back toward you, and sure enough—there he was.

That damn copycat.

You were laughing at whatever bullshit Monoma was spewing, eyes hazy from the alcohol. Mina had helped pick out your outfit tonight, and it showed. Your dark denim shorts sat high on your hips, shaping your ass perfectly, while your low-cut black cropped graphic tee teased just enough stomach to show off your belly piercing.

You weren't a fan of makeup, but you always had eyelashes on and some form of gloss on your lips and the chocolate lip gloss you chose today paired perfectly with your skin.

You remembered the way Katsuki's brows raised as you and Mina came down to the common room. He didn't think anyone noticed, but his eyes lingered on your stomach and thighs a little too long before his hands found your waist and walked you to the cab the guys had called.

Your mind was pulled back when the blonde in front of you ran his finger down your cheek, you didn't have enough time to smack his hand away before Katsuki harshly shoved the other blonde. His hand made its way around your waist, his fingers resting on your exposed flesh, sending a shiver right through you.

"Can I help you?"

Everyone knew the unspoken rule. Every guy who had tried to hit on you in the past backed off the moment Bakugo got involved. But Monoma? Monoma was either too dense or too reckless to care.

"What’s it to you, Bakugo?" Monoma sneered, brushing himself off.

Your skin burned where Bakugo’s fingers rested. His grip tightened slightly. You swallowed.

Before things could escalate, someone shouted about a drinking game.

You seized the moment, grabbing Bakugo’s wrist and pulling him toward the forming circle.

You were pulled into Katsuki's lap as soon as he sat down, his hand firmly placed on the inside of your legs, your ass rubbed against his jean glad semi. He was used to this, you sat on his lap daily and slept in his bed almost every night, he was used to you pushing your ass against him but for some reason, he thinks you're doing it on purpose right now.

You weren’t oblivious to the growing heat between you two, the way the alcohol only made you more aware of him. And from the way his fingers flexed against your inner thigh, he wasn’t oblivious either.

The game was already in full swing, a mixture of embarrassing questions, wild dares, and far-too-heavy drinking. You took two shots to dodge a question, only for Bakugo to pinch your thigh and grumble, "Pussy."

You wistled along with everyone as Jiro finished giving Kaminari a dirty snog. Mina’s eyes scanned the crowd before her eyes settled on you her fingers fished through the deck of cards before a twinkle lit her eyes up.

"Okay, next, y/n drink or answer?"

You raised a brow. "Don’t I need to hear the question first?"

Mina waved a Joker card. "Nope. I get to ask anything."

You hesitated, contemplating your options before nodding. "Fine."

Mina's grin turned wicked.

"BJ, backshots, missionary—"

"MINA!"

"—Monoma, Bakugo, or Kiri?"

"W-what, Mina!?" The redhead was equally as concerned as you, Mina rubbed his arm before whispering something in his ear. Whatever it was seemed to calm the sturdy hero down but the blush on his cheek didn't go unnoticed by you or the blonde under you.

You could feel his body tense as soon as the names left your pink friend, your body reacting to the feel of his hand on the inside of your thigh but you willed yourself to not look at him.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, reaching for your drink, only for Mina to wag a finger.

"Ah, ah, Joker card. No drinking your way out of this."

Your heart pounded as all eyes landed on you. Kiri looked less concerned now, like he could laugh off whatever you said about him.

"You know," You and everyone else watched as the blonde for resident 3B stood up as he adjusted his jeans. "We can just act out all three if it makes your answer easier."

You didn't even have time to cuss his nasty ass out before Bakugo grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. Your eyes were blown wide open as you watched the angry boy start to yell in his face. Kirishima was already on Bakugo but it didn't register what was going on around you, Katsuki always defended you, always fought off boys who were getting too touchy but this felt different.

You don't know if it was the drinks or the weed but your inside was a mess, you knew your panties were as well and it was getting very hard not to do anything about it.

"You wanna try say that fucking shit again!?"

Monoma had a shit-eating grin on his face as he let some mini explosions go off in Bakugo's face, you knew you needed to get him out of there before he blew up the whole of 3B.

And you weren’t talking about Monoma.

You didn't remember dragging him away from the blonde, you certainly didn't remember as he began dragging you upstairs so one of the rooms. But here you were, in someone else’s room watching as he tried to calm his breathing down.

You perched yourself on the edge of the bed and just let him come around.

"Fucking shit, who the fuck does he think he is!?" It was rhetorical and you knew that but something was bugging you.

"Why is it making you so angry? He does this shit all the time." You mumbled, your eyes noticing the way his body tensed to the sound of your voice. His head snapped towards you as he seemed to remember you were there.

"Why wouldn't it make me fucking angry? He's a lowlife scum who needs to stop fucking talking to you like your a fucking piece of meat." He snapped, eyes very much ablaze from his anger.

You bit the corner of your lip, gnawing at your thoughts. You never had a problem speaking your mind to the blonde, so even as you felt the erratic heartbeat against your chest you asked the question that you knew would change everything.

"But why?"

"Because why would I let someone else have you when you're mine!"

…

You could feel your heart in your ears, the tension was already high but now the room was filled. You watched as he approached you, nervously shuffling on the bed but not taking your eyes off him.

His eyes were dark, burning with something raw, something dangerous.

“You’ve been mine forever,” he muttered, voice low and rough like gravel. His crimson gaze locked onto yours, intense, possessive. “But the moment you put my initials around your neck? That sealed it.”

Your throat went dry as his words sank in.

“You think I’d let some extra take what’s mine?”

He was towering over you now, and you had to tilt your head back just to keep eye contact. His gaze flickered downward—to your lips, your chest, the way your breath was coming faster, shallower. He was watching you react to him, soaking it all in like it fueled him.

And maybe it did.

The crazy part was—you weren’t surprised.

Not at his words. Not at the possessiveness in his voice. Not at the way his fingers twitched, itching to grab you, to claim you.

Because deep down, you already knew.

You knew it every time he shoved past guys who dared to flirt with you. You knew it every time his hand found your waist at parties, steering you away before anyone got ideas.

And it wasn’t just him.

You remembered when Camie tried to flirt with him, and your fists curled so tightly, you nearly drew blood from your own palms. You remembered when first-years tried slipping him love notes, and you scared them so bad, they never looked his way again.

But the moment you knew?

It was that night. The night he was taken from you.

The night you felt like your entire soul had been ripped from your chest.

You barely functioned—until Izuku snapped you out of it, and you threw yourself into battle to bring him home. You didn’t sleep for two nights after that, staying by his side even when he told you to leave.

But he never really meant it.

You could tell by the way his fingers curled around your wrist when you tried to go.

And when he kissed you for the first time? When he made love to you that night? It changed everything.

It was never spoken about, never addressed—but from that moment on, he was yours, and you were his.

And now?

Now, he was standing between your legs, hands on your thighs, looking at you like he wanted to devour you.

His thumb traced your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly. His voice was lower now, raspier.

“What you thinkin’ about, ma?”

You swallowed, barely able to get the words out.

“Our first time.”

A groan rumbled from deep in his chest, and his grip on your thighs tightened. He kneeled down, his nose barely brushing yours.

“You remember it?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Course I do, ’Suki.”

His fingers dug deeper into your flesh, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed, forcing your legs open just a bit more. His lips hovered over yours, close enough that you could feel his breath fan across your skin.

His next words sent a sharp, hot pulse straight through you.

“You know you’re mine, right?”

It wasn’t a question.

It was a statement. A fact. A warning.

You barely managed to nod, your hand sliding up to cover his, needing to touch him, to ground yourself.

“Always been yours, 'Suki.” You barely got out his name before he smashed his lips to yours, not soft. Not hesitant. It was deep, hot, and desperate, a collision of everything you had held back for too long. You gasped into his mouth, and he took advantage, his tongue slipping inside to tangle with yours.

Your fingers twisted into his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. His hands roamed your curves, one sliding up to cradle the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. He kissed you like he was starving and in a sense, he was.

His grip tightened on your hips, fingers digging into your curves like he was staking his claim. Like he was trying to make sure you felt everything he had never been able to say.

You pulled away just enough to catch your breath, your foreheads touching. His fingers brushed along your jaw, thumb grazing your swollen lips, he groaned as you wrapped your lips around his thumb. His eyes darkened, his chuckle filling up the room, his voice dark with command as he stared at you.

"Your knees, now mama."

You didn't waste any time, you were eager to please him, your eyes never leaving his eyes as you made quick work on his jeans. Your core clenched when you heard the groan that admitted from the blonde once you wrapped your fingers around his cock.

You swiped your tongue along the base of his cock, moaning at the taste of him but you whined once you felt his fingers bunch around your braids, lifting your head so your eyes met his blazing red ones.

"Stop teasing, or I'll fuck your throat. Suck. Now."

Your lashes fluttered against your lids before you looked down and took his cock into your mouth.

"Fuuuuck." Your eyes rolled back, the sound of the man above of moaning to your actions. You continued to lap at him, your tongue laid flat as you continued to take more of him and soon you were gaging on him.

You pull back swiftly, letting a trail of spit fall onto his tip as your hands work him with firm, synchronised movements. Your breath is shallow, but you waste no time before taking him back into your throat, your shoulders trembling slightly with each gag and splutter that escapes around his length. Katsuki's hands tightened around your hair, his mind racing with thoughts on how you were never going to leave him, not after this.

As you pull back again, saliva drips down his cock, and your tongue teases the slit at the tip while you glance up at him through heavy lashes. Your lip gloss has all but disappeared, leaving its mark instead at the base of his cock, staining his pubes with a faint brown hue. Yet, you show no hesitation, no shame—smiling wickedly as your tongue presses cruelly into his slit, your hands continuing their relentless, rough strokes along his shaft.

He ripped you off him with a deep, shuddering breath. His thumb brushed your swollen lips, and his jaw clenched at the sight of you—eyes hazy, lips glossy, your breath coming out in short, needy gasps.

“Not gonna cum unless it’s inside that pretty pussy mama,” he muttered, his voice gravelly.

You shuffled against the bed as he began to pull down your shorts, his lips trailing kisses along your ankles up to your thighs. A shuddered breath left your lips as his mouth got closer to your inner thigh, his fingers trailing along your clothed clit.

"You gonna let me eat?" You moaned at the desperation in his voice, your head quickly nodding but Katsuki took his time with you. His lips kissing the inside of your thighs, his eyes looking up at you.

"Sukiiii. don't tease me."

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want." You gasped as he ripped your panties from your cunt.

He grabs your thighs, spreading them wide with an urgency that makes you gasp. His eyes are wild, hungry, drinking at the sight of your beautiful brown skin like a man starved. The way he looks at you—it's primal, desperate, years of holding back finally snapping like a dam breaking loose.

He dives between your legs without hesitation, his hot tongue immediately finding your clit with fierce determination. Your back arches off the bed as he devours you, his groans vibrating against your sensitive flesh. His strong hands grip your thighs tighter, pulling you closer to his mouth as if he can't get enough of your taste. Each stroke of his tongue is demanding, almost possessive, making your toes curl and drawing breathless moans from your throat.

"Fuck," he pants against you, his voice rough with need. "Been wanting this—wanting you—for so fucking long." His words are barely coherent as he returns to his feast, alternating between sucking your clit and letting his tongue delve deep inside you. Your moans grew as your hands found their way into his ash-blonde hair, gripping tight as he worked you with an intensity that borders on desperation.

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving marks that you'll feel tomorrow—proof of how you were his. Every flick of his tongue, every hungry moan against your wet flesh tells the story of countless nights spent dreaming of this moment. Your best friend, always so controlled, now completely undone by the desire for you, eating you out like it's his last meal like he's trying to make up for every second he spent holding back.

“Fu--ck Kats, gonna cum. Please let me cum.” You all but whined as he pushed a finger into your tight cunt. You squealed as he lightly bit on your clit before his eyes met yours.

“Come on then pretty, want you to cum all over my face before you cum all over my cock.” You could barely hear your moans as the sound of your pussy squelching filled the room, now two fingers buried deep inside of you as his mouth enveloped your cunt for the last time.

Your mind went blank as you squirted all over his face, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he quickly worked you through your orgasm.

“There you go ma, you did so well for me.” He kissed the inside of your thighs before he made quick work of your clothes, your brown nipples were greeted with sloppy kisses, your heart swelled from how tentative he was being. But you weren’t surprised.

The first time you had been together, the first time you had both given yourselves to each other—it had been slow, careful, a confession neither of you were ready to say out loud.

But this?

This was different.

This was claiming.

“Wanna feel you, ‘Suki,” you whispered. “Please.”

The blonde groaned against your neck; no doubt he left a hickey as he continued to kiss the same spot. He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, your leg pulled over his shoulder. With a gentle yet firm motion, he enters you, and a gasp escapes your lips as you feel him fill you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy. He pauses, allowing you to adjust, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. When you nod, he begins to move, each thrust deliberate and deep as if trying to etch this moment into your soul.

"Fuuuckkk, how are you still so tight baby?” You moan from the deep, continued thrusts he gave you. Your fingers wrung their way into his hair, tugging at every thrust you received, your moans were loud-- not realising or even caring whether or not your classmates could hear you.

You felt his hand around your throat, your pussy fluttering around his cock causing him to groan in your ear. You felt him squeeze slightly, causing your eyes to fly open to meet his red ones.

"Open."

It was a demand, your mouth opened instantly-- your tongue hanging out. You watched as a string of spit left Katsuki's mouth and dropped into yours. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed without hesitation, you both moaned at the sight, and Bakugo delivered a hard thrust to you causing your second orgasm to crash over you.

The pace quickens, yet in one fluid movement, he shifts your position. With a rough tug of your hips, he rolls you over onto your hands and knees,

"Ass up mama-- yeah just like that." You moaned as you felt the air thick with anticipation; his demeanour shifted— you hadn't felt him re-enter you, your head turns to look at him but the spank came quick to your ass.

"Don't remember telling you to turn around, face in the sheets. Now."

Whines left your lips as your cunt clenched around nothing from the roughness of his voice. You heard him groan as he palmed your ass, slapping it slightly, you knew he was watching it jiggle so you gave him a show.

You arched your back a little more, wiggling your ass softly but before you could continue you felt him enter you-- hard.

He lines up behind you, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he thrusts in with a belligerent urgency. Every thrust is deep and deliberate, fueled by years of pent-up desire. The sounds of wet skin against skin, the slap of his hip against your body, and your moans mingling in the heated air form a chaotic, raw symphony of lust.

“Say it,” he demands, voice low and commanding as he pounds into you. “Tell me you’re mine—utter it like you mean it.” His tone leaves no room for hesitation, and through gasps and whimpers, you manage, “I’m yours … always.” With each word, he drives deeper, his hunger bordering on desperation, his motions rougher, his grip on you intense and unyielding.

Your nails raked along the sheets beneath you, you gripped the sheets as you felt his hand wrap around your braids-- pulling slightly causing the pain to mix in with the pleasure of his continued thrusts.

"You walked around with my initials around your neck but acted like it meant nothing."

"It did-- meant everything, Sukiii." He growled, his eyes watched as a creamy ring pooled around the base of his cock. His eyes darkened even more, not long later his hand wrapped around your stomach as he pulled you up against his chest, his fingers moved down to your clit-- you squealed, eyes fluttering as he continued his rough thrusts.

"I love you unno," He nipped at your ear, your eyes welled with tears, you didn't know whether it was from the pleasure or the emotions. You turned to face him, your lips meeting his, the kiss was sloppy but that didn't defer from the passion and love you poured into it.

"Love you to Suki, so much." That was it for him, his lips brushed against yours- he murmured for you to cum and that was all it took, you came around him-- hard. Black dots sported your vision, your body gone limp but his arms still held you up as he chased his own orgasm.

He whispered soothing words into your ear as ropes of his cum painted the inside of your walls.

Your body fell to the mattress, your breathing trying to even out as you felt him leave you. You whined from the emptiness but you felt him clean you up as you trailed kisses down your spine.

"I don't have to say it right?"

You giggled, turning over to face him. "No Kat, I know I'm yours-- so you tell those fass ass girls that you have a girlfriend now."

He chuckled at your response, helping you get dressed. Everyone knew him as the angry explosive blonde, but to you he was just Katsuki and Katsuki loved you.

He left kisses along your body, you both knew you had to go back downstairs, whether it was to the party or not but you needed to go back to your dorms.

Your eyes blinked up at him, confusion swimming in your thoughts, "Wait. Who's room did we fuck in?"

You didn't have long to ponder, the door opened causing your eyes to blow wide but the smirk on Katsuki's face got bigger.

"Guess what copy cat, we just acted out all three."

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[luveline]

Hotch request! Please sir, can I have a Hotch request? I'm trying to follow what you said about comfort but also Hotch being angry. So I get low blood sugars cause of my diabetes and I'd love if you wrote something about them being on a case and BAU!Reader is really busy trying to get stuff done, so she has a bad low blood sugar and sits down but one of the local officers thinks she's slacking off so she tries to keep going and Hotch comes in and defends her, making sure she has everything she needs and doesn't faint. Love you <3

ty for requesting!! hope this is okay <3 fem, 1.3k

“I understand.” You frown, phone pressed to your ear hard. “I totally understand, but it’s really important that I get to talk to her.” 

“She’s on heavy medication,” the nurse replies, unimpressed by your asking, “she wouldn’t be much use anyhow.” 

“I understand, but–”

“Listen, I’m sorry, but we have a lot to do here. I’m sorry we can’t help. Bye.” 

You groan in frustration, bringing your phone from your ear to see the Call Disconnected notification flash across your screen. How are you and the team ever supposed to get answers if nobody wants to help? Your head rushes. You kid yourself into believing it’s annoyance like a hot flash, you’ve been sweaty for ages, but then reality cuts through. What usually makes you sweaty and dizzy?

“Where’s my test kit?” you murmur to yourself. 

The door opens while you’re looking through your bag. 

“Agent,” Officer Debs greets, a stout, sturdy woman with sharp eyes, “any news from Georgetown Psychiatric?” 

You rummage frustratedly through your things. You should know better than to misplace your test kit. Doesn’t matter. You’ll just have to eat something quickly before you get any worse. “Uh, no, nothing they could help me with.” 

“Did you call them?” 

Your eyelids are getting heavier. You sit down on impulse, worried you’re gonna fall if you stay standing. “Yeah, I called them.” You’ve had diabetes for long enough to know what to do, but it’s always harder than it felt the last time when your blood sugar drops. It can be so sudden. 

Realising you might need help, you clear your throat, about to ask Officer Debs if she can get the glucose tablets from your bag. You should’ve grabbed them —your thoughts are starting to thicken like someone’s poured cornflour into your skull. 

“Is now the best time for a break?” Officer Debs asks. 

You focus very hard on bringing your attention into the present. “No, sorry,” you say, standing up. You open your phone and direct to the contacts page, clicking your favourite contact at the very top. 

Don’t know m where test kit is, you text clumsily. Hotch should still be in the precinct. Do u have it ? 

“I hope you’re texting someone about the case,” Officer Debs says sternly. 

You shove your phone into your pocket. “Um,” you say, getting confused now, and not wanting to be shouted at. You grab for the page of phone numbers you’d been making your way through, can’t get your hands to work. “I wasn’t. But I’m getting to it.” 

“We really don’t have time to waste.” 

“I know, but my blood sugar–”

She talks over you. “What’s the point in all our officers working day and night when you FBI agents can’t be bothered to put in the same effort?” Her voice rises. “It’s ridiculous!”

“It’s not ridiculous, we’re trying our best just like you are.”

“Clearly not!” 

“My blood sugar,” you say, more insistently. “Stop shouting at me.” 

The door opens quickly, creaking hard on its hinge. Hotch doesn’t slam it open, he never slams anything, but he doesn’t hesitate either. “I have it, you left it in the car after you tested this morning,” he says, your kit in his hand. He gives Officer Debs a surprised up and down. “Who’s shouting?” he asks, unimpressed. 

You wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. “Hotch, I need a tablet.” 

If he’s shocked at your lethargy, he doesn’t say. He ignores the officer from that point on. “Yes, I think so, too.” 

Hotch is more efficient than you were, grabbing your tube of glucose tablets and shaking one out into his hand. “Can you take it yourself?” 

“You want to chew it for me?” you ask. 

He tips it into your palm. “Very funny.” 

He opens the test kit on the desk and starts to extract the pieces. It’s quite complicated, especially for people unfamiliar with it, but you’re pretty sure Hotch learned how to use it the day he knew you had diabetes. He wipes his hands with an alcohol wipe and presses a test strip into the meter, careful not to touch the end, before wiping your finger with a new wipe, and readying the lancing stick. 

“Gonna stick you, okay?” he asks quietly.

“Mm,” you hum, the glucose tablet like chalk between your teeth. 

He sticks you. Some days it feels more painful than other days, but today it’s like a pinprick in a haze. He squeezes your finger, wipes the first drop of blood with a cotton ball, and dips the test strip into the second bead of blood, careful not to jab your cut. 

In the five seconds it takes for you to get a result on the meter, he kneels down, pressing another cotton ball to your finger to stem the flow of blood. “Good,” he murmurs to you. The meter flashes on the table. “Not so good. Fifty nine, huh? How’d that happen?” 

You shake your head slowly from one side to another. “I’ve no idea.” 

“Okay. Well, that tablet’s not gonna do it, honey. Do you have any gels?” 

“No,” you say apologetically. 

“That’s fine. I’ll get you a drink.” 

Officer Debs clears her throat. You may be foggy, but her awkwardness is palpable. “I’ll get it.”

“It has to be full sugar. Coke, if you can,” Hotch says. She nods in understanding and leaves in record time. Hotch turns back to you, his severity melting away. “She was shouting at you?”

“Tried to tell her about my blood sugar. She told me we’re not here to waste time.” You close your mouth, licking the glucose off of your teeth.

“How did you get so low?” he asks.

“Must have done something wrong this morning. Am I okay?” 

“We’ll see. I think you’ll be alright.” 

“Don’t usually get so dizzy.” 

“When was the last time you were below seventy?” 

“Don’t know,” you mumble. 

Hotch peels the cotton ball from your finger and packs your things away cleanly. “Let’s see how you feel in ten minutes. After your coke. Now… what did the Officer say to you?” 

He’s getting his facts straight. Again, you wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. You relay your conversation, Officer Debs hadn’t even been that bad, just uppity, stuck on her own assumptions rather than willing to listen when you’d needed a hand. Her lack of empathy could’ve really affected you. Low blood sugar is no joke. 

You tell him, savouring in the warmth of his hand on your leg, how uncaring he is to be kneeling in front of you on the precinct floor. He frowns at you long and hard. 

By the time Officer Debs returns, he’s on his feet again. “A word?” he asks her. 

You don’t hear all of what he’s saying through the door as you sip your coke. He doesn’t shout, but he defends you with a heavy gravity. Officer Debs speaks up and he cuts her down, something about understanding, and then a more clear telling off, “I don’t want to hear about Agent L/N’s performance from you again. She’s my agent, and if she needs a break, she’ll take one. It’s none of your concern.” 

“I understand.” 

You feel much peppier when he comes back in, though he appears less so. “You’re nasty,” you say, smiling, happy to be defended, and happier to know you’re not gonna pass out.

He crosses the room. Still frowning, he takes your face into his hands, and he leans down inch by inch, until he’s pressing a soft, soft kiss to your lips. You barely have time to close your eyes before he’s pulling away, thumb pressed into your soft cheek. “Nobody gets to shout at you. Especially over your blood sugar.” 

“It’s usually you telling me off for letting it get low,” you mumble. 

He stands up straight, leaving you wanting for another kiss you won’t get, hands stolen back from your cheeks. “You’re ageing me prematurely. Drink some more coke, please, sweetheart.” 

“What do I get in return?” 

He touches your face briefly, as much of a promise as you’re going to get. 

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : podcasting

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary: based on this ask!!! little blurb of the times you pop up on the ooc podcast

mickey speaks: this was so funny to write!!! also i need to be hamzah's gf yesterday bitch

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hamzah having you in an episode with mandy and martin

“oh wow this couch gets kinda tight when four people are squeezed on here” hamzah says while adjusting a few pillows

“yeah,” martin starts before addressing the audience, “and, well, you’re probably wondering ‘who the heck is that?!’” he gestures his hand over to you, beside hamzah with your legs folded and knees lying against his thigh

you can’t help but smile as hamzah introduces you, “and, yeah, believe it or not i have a girlfriend.”

“i’m right next to you so i’d hope they believe it” give a soft giggle

“only hamzah would announce he has a girlfriend with ‘believe it or not’” mandy adds and hamzah throws a hand up in the air in defeat

★

martin: “i can’t help but think this feels like in middle school when people were just group dating all the time”

hamzah: “was group dating that common? i don’t remember that”

you: “i remember certain friend groups at my school doing that but i definitely wasn't participating”

mandy: “this isn’t really a group though martin, more like a double date? there’s four of us”

martin: "it's not all about numbers mandy sometimes there's just a vibe"

★

martin: “but you two have been dropping hints about dating for a while now”

you: “yeah, we’ve been doing a little soft launching here and there”

martin: “i like that term a lot actually”

mandy: “i think it’s cute, but i've seen a lot of people online that don't use it properly”

you: "i agreeeee, like you didn't soft launch by posting the back of his head if we already saw the front of it a week ago- we know who he is!!! there is no mystery"

martin: "oh so the appeal is the mystery... almost like scooby doo?"

hamzah, nodding his head: "mhm... exactly"

you: "it's always two dumb bitches telling each other-"

you and hamzah together: "exactlyyyyy"

martin looks over to mandy as the two of you laugh: "oh come on this is their first episode together and look at them mandy! we have to be cuter, come on. lock in."

hamzah: "hey no need to be jealous, my friend."

hamzah pats martins thigh

mandy: "so what was that right there?"

hamzah: "you wouldn't understand..."

martin: "no but seriously mandy you never soft launched me- only hard"

mandy: "there was no need to??? next time i'll do it i guess"

you, laughing: "next time???"

hamzah is sat in thought for an extra second before he replies to martin, making them both laugh

hamzah: “okay martin you said like that term so much? boy, now imma soft launch these nuts in your mouth”

you: "and i know you were thinking on that joke for a minute"

martin, through laughs: “okay, okay, enough”

hamzah, wiping his eyes: “well, now the jig is up. you know it's all aired out and public”

martin: “yeah... a hard launch on the podcast, that’s crazy bro”

you and mandy, mocking: “that’s craaazzyy brooo”

★

hamzah answering your call during a podcast

martin: “hamzah whenever you buy clothes from the store or get it shipped in the mail always wash your clothes!”

hamzah: “i do wash my clothes but if it’s new that doesn’t make any sense”

martin: “so you’re just gonna open it up and put it on?”

hamzah: “yes!”

hamzah’s phone starts ringing

martin: “and wow. now look who’s breaking the phone rule!”

hamzah: “stop shhh. it’s y/n”

he answers, hamzah: “hey what’s up?”

you see the mic in his hand and widen your eyes, you: “oh shit, i’m sorry to interrupt”

hamzah: “it’s okay i have something to ask you now anyway.”

you: "okayy.. do you wanna go first or me?"

hamzah: "you go ahead"

you: "okay quick- is this business casual enough for an event tonight?"

hamzah: "nobody is doing business lookin' that hot, you can't be serious"

you: "kay thanks"

hamzah, jokes: "you are not anyone's office siren, girl"

you: "i'm gonna hang up"

hamzah: "no!!! i need to ask if you wash your clothes after you buy them."

you: "if they smell like stale water and factory chemicals, yes"

hamzah: "martin is educating me on the importance of this unimportant thing right now."

you: "and you should listen to him, stinky"

martin: "thank you!"

hamzah: "oh nahhh, now i'm gonna hang up"

you: "mkayy bye, sorry for interrupting! bye martin!!!"

martin: "byee"

★

you drop something off at the warehouse studio while they’re filming

hamzah: "what was that noise?"

martin: "i don't know..."

hamzah: "it sounds like someone's actually trying to break in, what?"

martin: "were you expecting company?"

hamzah: "no, were you?"

martin: "no...i mean let's ask the audience"

martin turns to the camera, concerned

hamzah: "okay i'm actually about to go check. this is weird."

it cuts to a clip of hamzah sat again and you peeking your head in the frame to wave

hamzah: "nevermind. it was just my sweet girlfriend bringing us lunch, sorry if that scared you guys."

martin: "should we make like a super artifical thumbnail for clickbait? somethin' like; 'someone tried to kidnap us in our studio!'

hamzah: "no"

★

they have a trolling episode where you and mandy both sub in and act as martin and hamzah for an entire episode

mandy: "you know i find it crazy how we manage to talk about nothing for an entire hour"

you: "this is the talent people expect from us bro! and if we ever get too boring we can always discuss the state of sabrina and barry's relationship."

mandy: "true. and don't make fun of me but everytime man-crush monday comes around i'm always picking barry..."

you: "well if i can't make fun of you then i'll just stay quiet for your sake."

taglist -★ (some of u didn't ask to be tagged but have frequently liked my hamzah content lol, just lmk if you'd prefer not to be tagged!!!)

@sirenedeslily @333michelle @thatmartinkitten @@maybankfr @imsosillygoofylol @certainfestivalnerdshepherd

[snaileer]

We Didn’t Start The Fire

“See man, the moon!” Kid Flash said as they came outside, standing on the pile of rubble.

“And Superman! Do we fulfill our promises or what…” his voice trails off as a grinding clanking sound echoes behind them.

They turned around, confused to see a tricked out pale yellow Volkswagen bug trucking its way up the rubble and crumbled building blocks. It stopped before it got too steep, a man in a familiar white lab coat stumbling out.

Immediately, they were on guard, the man haphazardly climbing towards them.

Robin drew two batarangs in each hand, standing in front of Superboy as he got closer. It didn’t even matter that the Justice League had just landed behind them, if this CADMUS scientist tried something, Robin would be the first to defend Superboy. Without hesitance.

The man stopped in front of them, huffing for breath.

“You’re-!” He stopped, leaning over his knees with gasping breaths, “Sorry, one sec!” He held up a finger, gasping for another few seconds before stepping forward-

Chains of water surrounded him before they could blink, Robin looking back surprised to see Aqualad standing with extended weapons and a grim face.

“This is odd.” The man looked at the water wrapped around him, wriggling a bit before shrugging. His eyes zeroed in on Superboy, “You’re okay!” He said with a blinding grin.

Superboy recoiled and Robin immediately stepped between them.

“What.”

The man glanced at him briefly before looking back over Robin’s head, “You are okay right? I mean I tried my best but I couldn’t figure out a way to get you out- I mean if I’d known you were there to begin with I’d would have never-but then I wouldn’t have-

“Who are you?” Superman asks, suddenly close from behind them.

The man’s mouth clicks shut, looking between them all before a grimacing smile rises to his face.

He extends his hand at the elbow between the liquid chains, “Dr. Danny Fenton, ex-biochemical engineer of CADMUS labs Mr.Superman,sir.”

Flash zips forward, the eyes of his cowl narrowed, “Ex?”

The grimace turns into a wince. “Oh.. heh, yeah, I’ve found that arson is usually a pretty good kickstart of sudden unemployment,” there’s a thoughtful pause as he looks over the rubble, “It’s usually accidental though.”

Nobody responds.

“What? You didn’t think that lab fire started on its own did you? How else was I supposed to get you here?”

“There’s a Justice League public phone! That’s literally its entire purpose!” Kid Flash shouts, throwing his hands in the air. At this point, Aqualad cautiously lowers his water bearers, releasing Fenton.

“Oh, sure, I call a bunch of superheroes and tell them my boss is doing a Grow-Your-Own-Superman in the boiler room. That’d go over well.” He pauses, “Though the sidekicks was a surprise.”

The comment goes uncorrected, as the rest of the league has snapped to face Superboy the moment he says it.

Superman looks stricken as Superboy reveals the logo on his torn shirt.

Fenton unceremoniously breaks the tension, “Sorry I never asked, do you have a name? I’d feel really bad just calling you-“

“… They called me.. Superboy..” He says, still not looking away from the man of steel in front of him.

“That’s not-“ Fenton rubs his temples and sighs harshly, “Okay, I can fix that later, whatever-“

“You’re not gonna be ‘fixing’ anything, Doctor.” Robin snarls.

Fenton blinks. “Huh?”

Batman steps forward, “Green Lantern.”

Green construct cuffs snap around the Dr.Fenton’s wrists, though he looks at them puzzled.

“Superman, check for survivors in the damage, Flash find some salvageable evidence before it finishes burning. The rest of us, we’ll continue this interrogation at the hall.”

“Wait what?” Dr. Fenton says, perking up like a meerkat even as Batman turns away with swirl of his cape.

“What about me?” Superboy asks, desperation in his hesitant step forward.

Batman looks to Superman. Superman nods, and then shoots off into the rubble and emergency vehicles.

“For now, you come with us.” Batman says, and Superboy’s shoulders loosen just a hint.

The dark knight pauses again before turning completely, “And don’t think we’ve forgotten the rest of you,” he says, cowled eyes narrowed over his shoulder, “Robin.”

Robin shirks back, “Heh.. Right.”

“Wait what’s going on?” The Fenton scientist yelled back over his shoulder as Green Lantern pulls him away.

He starts to say something but the construct fully engulfs him now, shifting from a platform to a soundproof bubble.

It seems to shock him enough, Fenton tapping at the walls and looking like he wants to take it apart and take a sample.

Robin grit his teeth.

He was not gonna let these CADMUS freaks touch Superboy again.

Not Fenton or anybody else.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

how about (webseries + dream bbq? if it's no problem) ena with an s/o who has a child?? like ena discovers they have a child and when they become a thing, they introduce her to their child?? i'd also love to see mother ena <33

Yes oughh. She could be a good mother :(( /ref

Gonna put the hcs under a cut because I think I locked in a little too much haha

.........

Webseries!Ena

Above all things, your kid was your pride and joy.

They were basically a mini version of yourself. Boundless. Full of energy. Ever curious about the world around them.

They just spawned in one day while you stood around pondering what having a child would be like. It was only a fleeting thought, a small wish you kept in the confines of your heart, convinced it would never come to fruition.

But it seems like the Great Runas heard you and was feeling particularly generous.

Now you have someone who looks up to you for guidance and love, and for years it's always been that way. Just you two against the world.

Then Ena walked into your life, and she hasn't left since. She claims to have seen a "mini you" running around recently and thought you had shrunk in size, being disappointed she couldn't catch you.

Only then do you realize she's seen your kid but didn't know...

So after building up a close relationship with her, you figured now would be a good time for a proper introduction. You invite her over to meet them, and you explained to them beforehand about her arrival.

Untimely as ever, she walks in, but before you could say anything, she's rambling excitedly. "Salutations! So you're the little fragment of joy I saw running amok the other day. If not a clone, what's your relation to my beloved partner? Sister? Nephew? No, no, wait..you're their third cousin twice removed!" She grins, crouching down to their eye-level.

"Ena..this is my child."

"...ohh, I see. I see." Something in her tone shifts as her gaze meets yours. It's subtle, but she looks disheartened. "Dare I ask..who's the father? Or mother? Or...alternative parent?" Each question is laced with more dread than the last, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her geometric skirt.

Of course, you should have known...

"There's nobody else. I promise. It's always been just us." You reassured her, before looking at your kid with a smile. "This is Ena. The one I was talking about earlier. Don't mind her fancy words. She's been good to me."

"Woah..you're Ena??" They seem astonished, at first, but then a skeptical look crosses their face. "My friends say you guys are bad luck, and trouble always comes from you."

Your girlfriend's yellow half still smiles, but inside she could hear her cubic heart crack. Yet she maintains her composure. "Ahaha! Not to worry, little one! I have been your parent's most loving other-half for....3.5 consecutive months! The follies you hear are just that! I'm most confident that we'll get along!"

After that initial meeting, Ena tries spending more time with your kid...although they still seem nervous around her, which she chalks up to them listening to the rumors and utterly despising her presence.

She wants to set a good example, and she's been great at warning them about falling rain rocks, stopping them from taking blood samples/IDs/files from strangers, and making sure Moony (who gets the "fun aunt" designation) isn't being a bad influence.

Yet it never feels like it's enough, stressing as though she's the mother herself, even when you remind her she's not.

That crack in her heart has only gotten bigger. Like a neglected pebble that was lodged into a car's windshield last week.

Her Sad form had one major breakdown when she discovers your kid warmed up to Moony quicker than her, but you reassure her that they will. It'll just take some more time.

"Bu..But what if *hic* we wun out of tiiiiiime??????"

"We won't, Ena. I promise."

One night, while your kid was at a friend's sleepover, you and her went out to a party to celebrate an anniversary. She got Drunk and had to be carried back to your place, where she kept giggling and babbling nonsense about motherhood (yet somewhere in her nonsense, you could hear her sadness, deep longing, and desires for acceptance)--and she promptly passed out.

Your kid came home earlier than expected, saw her Demon side for a framerate or two and got scared, running to hide underneath their bed.

The next morning, you tell her what happened, and you wish you didn't.....because now she's facedown on the couch, sobbing her eyes out. "I give uuuppppp," she wails, hitting her fists against the cushions. "I-I'll be nothing morwe than a..a-a stwanger to them! They can bawely even look at me!!"

You only understand half of what she's saying, but as you try comforting her, your kid suddenly walks in, looking very confused.

"Oh hey, um...." You panic a little, although they see your girlfriend crying and quietly go over to her, their gaze full of worry.

"Mom?"

Immediately she falls silent and looks at them in shock, wiping away her static tears. "Wh-What...did you just call me?"

Even you're astonished.

After months of being referred to as "Miss Ena" and "My Parent's Girlfriend of 3.5 Months"....they finally call her "Mom".

She looks at you, then your kid, then you, and back to them, eyes still wide.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just nervous." They explain, feeling a little guilty for waiting this long. "It's only been us two for a long time. But I know you love my parent, and they love you, too. I want you around more often. So...I-I'm ready to call you "mom", if that's okay."

"Bu...But what about your fwiends?" She sniffles. "Y-You still believe them?"

"Nah, they were actually real jerks. So I left them. That's why I came home early last night."

"What? But..you've known them fowever...and now you're lonely because of me..." She mumbles, feeling sad that she's the reason for yet another ruined friendship. She's ruined a few of your past ones simply by existing...and now your kid's.

But they don't seem bothered by it at all. "I'd rather be lonely than have friends who talk bad about my mom all the time."

Hearing that word makes her cry again, but now her blue side is actually smiling for once. She sits up, allowing you kid to climb onto the furniture and into her lap, embracing her tightly. "Thank you..." She whispers. "Thank you so much."

Never before has she cried happily. It's a new feeling.

But she welcomes it. Just like she's ready to fully welcome your kid into her life.

All the while, you smile too, nearly tearing up yourself.

You couldn't be prouder.

Dream BBQ Ena

It's just another day at the office, where Ena eavesdrops on a conversation between you and Froggy.

"Ughh, fine. You can go home early. But you know...you should bring that duplicate of yours to work sometime! We could always use the extra-!"

"Hell no. My kid's not gonna get wrapped up in all this mess. And that's final."

"Ehh???? You get the final say??? Remind me again who hired you?"

"Um...Ena?"

"....right, erm...okay. You can go on, I guess. But I expect you back here early tomorrow." Froggy grumbles, suddenly getting the suspicion that you two are being watched, and promptly calls out to his coworker. "Oi! Ena!! Stop being a creep and come talk to us!"

Her head peeks around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. "Sorry to intrude on this private board meeting, fellow associates." She pretends she didn't hear anything about your kid--being unaware of their existence until literally right now.

Yet you know that she knows, as it's obviously bugging her when she walks you home (after promising Froggy that this is an escort, not an unmandated break). Salesperson is chatting away about tomorrow's goals and yesterday's deadlines, but you haven't heard a word out of Meanie yet.

She always found it odd that you didn't work the longer hours like she did, as though this job wasn't the core focus of your life. It wasn't in your blood. In your veins. It didn't define you. Consume you--unlike her.

Oftentimes she wonders what kind of life she'd lead if not burdened by her duties.

Today, she discovered the reason why you randomly asked if this job had paternity leave.

It's your kid, who just spawned into this world one day and hasn't left your side. They've grown some, but still they run to greet you after work like always, and you'd pick them up with a smile bigger than the sun.

However, this evening's routine is different because of Ena's presence, as she awkwardly stands in the doorway.

"Who's that?"

"Oh!" You set them down, clearing your throat. "I think it's high time that I introduce you to Ena. We work together, and we are together, if that makes sense."

"Ohhhh...so does this mean she's my mom now?"

The question is innocent, blunt, and unassuming, holding a twinge of excitement and hope, even.

Your kid adores you, but every now and then has wondered what it'd be like to have two parents. They've seen different media about it, and heard about it from friends, too, so you knew this subject would come up eventually.

While you've entertained the idea, you weren't sure about Ena's feelings towards motherhood, considering her job and all.

In embarrassment, you lightly scolded them and turned to apologize to your girlfriend...only to see that she's frozen on the spot, like a TV segment somebody forgot to unpause. Her geometric claws twitch at her side, and her eyes are hidden beneath her hat. It's like some uncomfortable memory had resurfaced...triggered simply by saying the word "mom".

You wonder what's wrong, but her Salesperson side slaps her out of the trance, and she teleports into the middle of your living room space, scooping up your kid. "Ah! I see we have a CEO in the making! Coming soon to a dying business near you! Do you plan to step into my beloved associate's shoes once they retire? Are you investing wisely?" She puts them down, and kneels, grinning from center line-to-ear. "What's your evaluation of my work-life balance, little entrepreneur?"

"....um. Good?"

"Thanks for your feedback."

Least to say, it's not the best introduction...but not the worst, either. You'll try again tomorrow.

When tomorrow comes, you decide to bring your kid to the Hub to meet your coworkers (after they've been practically begging you to), making sure they didn't go down into the casino.

While they play with Kane, you're sitting on the pier, overlooking the bloody ocean. Ena shows up and sits beside you, but her movements are rigid. She's not chipper. She looks uncomfortable, and her Meanie side seems to crave conversation. An explanation.

So you talk.

"Darling..I'm sorry I didn't mention them before." You frowned, your hand resting on hers. "I wanted you two to meet a lot sooner, but-"

"Is there someone else?" Her voice is flat, although you detected a slight tremor in its tone.

Sure, Meanie would yell at people if she even thought they were trying to flirt with you....but this was different. This was insecurity at its core, and it's understandable for her to feel that way. If it was reversed, you'd get insecure too.

"No. It's only been [Child] and I. I'd never do that to you."

"......."

"Look, I know what they called you was a little..awkward. I'm sorry. I already talked to them abou-"

"They're your reason."

"Huh?"

"They're your reason for what you do. Everything you do, you do for them. But...where's mine?" Tiny cracks and vines begin to creep along her body, and her hands tremble. Salesperson doesn't interfere this time. "Wh-What..am I even doing here, [y/n]? I take the stupid jobs I'm given...I clear the smoke....and for what? Myself?! WHAT AM I EVEN FIGHTING FOR ANYMORE?!! A MINIMUM WAGE??? A POINTLESS EXISTENCE???"

"Ena. Hey. Hey."

She suddenly looks at you, static tears falling freely from her eyes. But you bring her into your arms before she could think of drying them. And she buries her head into your chest, clutching at your uniform, desperate for grounding.

Ever since her flashback when you two met the vending machine entity in the Lonely Door...you've been worried sick for her well-being. You didn't wanna see her fall apart like that again. Especially not after the rain rocks consumed her in the white and barren Uncanny Streets, and you thought you've lost her forever.

Your biggest regret would've been that she never got to meet your child...

"If you want...my little entrepreneur could be your reason, too." You suggested, and she looks up at you with wide eyes, as though you've just forgiven her of all sins. "When we get to the Boss, we'll take them down, for their sake. All the work we do along the way? It'll be for them, too. We can both parent them. It might be hard with our job and all, but...we can make it work."

"...you'd...let me to be their mother?" Her voice breaks. "You trust me with such a sacred task? But before you said...you didn't...wh-what if I-?"

"Nothing bad will happen to them, my love. We got our coworkers here to look out for them." You brush away her tears, removing her hat so you could kiss the top of her head. And she cuddles back against you.

Seeing her react this way made you wonder if, maybe in a past life, she was a mother at some point...or perhaps, more tragically, she had a child and lost them during the war, and only Meanie was left to carry the burden.

It's no wonder she was falling apart in your arms at the prospect of helping you raise your kid. She didn't want the same tragedy to befall them.

"Don't think of it as an "assignment" or "task" I'm giving you. Something tells me you really, really wanna be in their life. So...do you?"

Before she could give you an answer, your kid comes over, oblivious at first. "Kane is funny. He wants to invite me to a party! Can I.......Miss Ena?" They look at your girlfriend in worry. "Are you..okay?"

She manages to compose herself and sniffles, before Salesperson takes the reigns again. "I'm..operating at a sufficient level." Her smile is gentle as she sits up, her eyes warm as she looks at them. "After much discussion, I am open to being your co-parental unit. Complete with a lifetime supply of love and protection protocols." She extends her clawed hand to them. "Starting today, you may address me as "mom", "mother"....whatever fits your budget."

Your kid takes her hand, but is quick to turn that handshake into a full embrace. "Sounds cool, mom. "

It felt extremely foreign to Ena, to receive physical contact from an entity besides you that's not violent in nature.

But this one is related to you. Made of your own flesh/blood/code/etc. So in a way...you were the one embracing her. And in that way, it made her feel comfortable enough to wrap her arms around them.

Something about this moment brought her peace, as though GØD finally decided to give her a break.

For once, everything was quiet...

Only for it to be disturbed by Kane's yelp of fear and the sound of a meteor crashing.

But right now, none of you were worried about it.