#afro latina!reader

[zepskies]

Lost in Translation

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Female POC!Reader

Summary: Living with this man isn’t easy, and you’ve absolutely had it with him. Supe or not, you’re one step shy of kicking him out. Will he try to make it up to you? 

AN: So after getting requests for a Soldier Boy x POC!Reader, I’ve had a short series in development called Unravel Me. I’m a bit stalled on the outline right now, so I thought this could be a fun way to introduce their relationship and see if you guys think I should continue with the prequel, kind of like how I did with Checkerboard and the Break Me Down-verse.

This story would take place after Unravel Me, after a fair bit of character development lol. It also fulfills a bingo square for @jacklesversebingo!

Prompt: “Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No!”

Song Inspo: “Damage” by H.E.R.

Word Count: 3.4K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, bit of dirty talk, fingering, edging, some angst, fluff and feels. The reader is a mixed race POC (Afro Latina), with textured hair. 

The apartment was quiet, but not peaceful.

You were in the kitchen washing the Mt. Everest of dishes piled in the sink, partly because someone hadn’t rinsed off his own plate of carne guisada.

Ben had asked for beef for dinner yesterday, and you’d graciously delivered with your grandmother’s recipe for the stew. It was filled with chunks of tender, fall-off-your-fork beef, garlic, onions, carrots, and more—all marinated to perfection, if you said so yourself. You even added in some little yellow potatoes, both for taste and texture.

Apparently, he couldn’t be bothered to put those meaty man muscles to good use, aside from shoveling three helpings into his mouth.

A bottomless pit and a freakin’ man-child, I swear to God, you inwardly groused as you scrubbed the ceramic a bit too hard with the rough side of the sponge. No matter how many times you asked, nicely, it seemed your boyfriend couldn’t manage to pull his weight around here.

Okay, you knew his job could be demanding, but so was yours.

What the hell is this, Maid in Manhattan? Newsflash: I’ve got shit to do too! 

“And I cooked!” you muttered in indignation. That reminder propelled you to scrub a bit harder. The least he could do was clean the kitchen. Or take out the trash. Or toss the laundry into the washing machine once in a while. Like you really wanted to handle his dirty boxers all the damn time.

Did he have no shame? Couldn’t he do anything for you without you having to ask him three million times?

Es que él es bruto, mija, as your Dominican grandma would say about your grandpa, often while swiping a tired hand over her long braids. Es como un animal con ropa.

Just then, you heard his heavy steps creaking on the wood floors in your bedroom. Today was his day off, so he was probably taking his sweet time rolling his ass out of bed.

Meanwhile, you were hustling to get the place at least decently clean before you got yourself together for work. The thought made you simmer as you continued to place dishes on the counter rack. Each one clacking to rest was satisfying, but it also ticked up your internal dial to a fine boil. 

You heard him bang the bathroom door open and cringed internally, your teeth grinding. You’d reminded him three times already about the neighbors and the noise.

Sabes que, supe or not, I’m about to— 

“Morning, sweetheart.”

Ben’s voice washed over you, deep and still a little rough with sleep as he stepped into the kitchen. His old man loafers slid against the floor with every step when he approached you from behind, and his heavy hands found a familiar resting place on the curve of your waist.

He swiped your slightly wild curls to the side and pressed a tantalizing kiss into your neck. His voice, his touch, the brief scrape of his beard; it all caused a small shiver of delight up your spine.

“Hmm, you smell good. Good enough to eat.” And he teased you with the graze of his teeth, biting gently enough where your neck met your shoulder. You flinched with half a huff, trying not to smile. 

Just like that, it took the edge off your irritation…a little. You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could…

“Hey,” he said, “since you’re already up and about in here, how about some breakf—”

Your spine tightened once again.

“Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No!” you snapped. You moved out of his arms to grab a hand towel to dry your hands with. They were all pruny from washing dishes.

“I’m already running late. Why? Because this place is a fucking mess, and the only one who seems to care is me!” you exclaimed. First, you gestured to the dishes now drying on the rack. “Hmm?”

You then opened up the lid to the full-to-bursting trashcan. “What do you call that, huh? You said you’d take this out last night. After I asked you twice. What, was I not speaking English? Did something get lost in translation, or are you already losing your hearing? Just let me know, ‘cause I can sure as hell crank up the volume for you!”

Ben raised a brow. You read his thoughts in his surly frown. You have some fucking audacity, talking to him like that, but it’s still early. He hasn’t even had his coffee, for Christ’s sake.

If he was more awake, no doubt he’d be barking back at you. Instead, he heaved a sigh, drew closer to you and shut the trashcan lid. At least there was one lid he knew how to close.

“All right, it’s just a little mess. No need to get fucking hysterical,” he said, trying to grasp your arm to placate you. You shrugged out of his hold and crossed your arms in anger.

“Ben, it’s not just a little mess. And what is this, 1945? I’m not hysterical!”

His lips twitched at a smirk, making you even angrier. But he’d caught enough smoke from you in the past to know he didn’t want it at 8:00 in the morning. He grasped your arms and rubbed them up and down, trying to sooth you.

“Okay, okay. It’s a little early for all this Latina temper, don’tcha think?” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your gaze snapped up at him with a glare.

Oooh, this man. He knew how to get you mad fucking tight.

Not in a good way.

Instead of exploding like Mount Fuji, you kept it all under your skin. You turned away from him and aimed to continue getting ready for work, but first, you took out a Greek yogurt from the fridge and wholly ignored him taking up space in the kitchen. You wouldn’t answer him when he called your name. In fact, you were going to give him the most frigid of cold shoulders—so cold he’d get hyperthermia through that invulnerable skin.

He waylaid your plans when he grabbed your hand, swinging you back into his arms. You gasped at the suddenness of it, looking up into his cocky, charming smile. You couldn’t stare too long at his green eyes, or the rest of his handsome, bearded face. Not when he knew exactly how to use it against you.

“Don’t think that’s gonna get you out of this,” you warned him. You set your yogurt on the kitchen counter and pushed at his chest, but it was no more effective than pushing at a mountain and expecting it to move.

His hands spanned your waist, his fingers beginning to press into your soft sides. He bowed his head, brushing his lips against your neck and the shell of your ear when he said, “Out of what, baby doll? Looks to me like we can still have a good morning.”

His voice once against trilled heat and tingles through your body, but you managed to lean back, holding the pads of your fingers to his lips.

“Hey, I’m not playing around here. If we’re gonna do this,” you pointed between him and yourself, “then let me make one thing really clear. I’m not la sirvienta around here, okay? I’m not your fucking maid. I’m your girl. Your partner. And since you live here now, I’m gonna need you to do your part.”

Ben almost rolled his eyes, but you grasped his chin. He frowned at you with furrowed brows. There was a time where he would've been inclined to grab your wrist and try to intimidate you with his temper. You saw it lying in wait behind his pursed lips and irritated stare, but you weren't afraid of him. Not anymore.

“Listen to me. I get that you haven’t lived like us commoners for most of your life, but this stuff is important,” you said. You took a deep breath, and you counted to three. You met him with a calmer gaze. “Ben, I love you.”

You let go of his chin and lowered your hand, letting it splay over his chest. He softened, ever so slightly, even though his frown remained.

“I love you,” you repeated, “but I don’t need a man-child.”

"Excuse me?" he did snap this time, his hold loosening from around your waist. "The fuck did you just say?"

You narrowed your eyes right back at him.

"You heard me," you said. "I want a man. A man who's going to be my rock when I need him. Can you do that for me, like I do for you? Are you gonna be my man, or do I need to claim you as a dependent on my taxes?"

His expression sharpened again at your thinly veiled accusation…but the longer he looked into your eyes, no longer angry, but earnest and imploring, the more he actually listened to what you were saying. His jaw worked for a moment in annoyance. You subtly softened him with your hands soothing up and down his arms, a slow back and forth over solid, warm muscle.

Eventually, he was able to curb his instinct to bark a callous reply. He nodded, expelling a breath through his nose.

“Fine,” he said.

Your brows rose. “Fine?”

“Yeah,” he said flatly.

You knew it was the closest you were going to get to an agreement, as well as an apology. You were still working on that last one, but dating this man was a work in progress, for both of you. With a sigh, you patted his arms that were slowly wrapping back around you.

“Okay, I’m really running late now,” you said.

“You should probably get a move on then,” Ben said.

Still, he didn’t release you. He stared down at you with an amused smile while you struggled against his hold. You uttered a laugh.

“Babe, I need to get to work.” You leaned over and spied the oven clock. “Oh, shit! it’s almost 8:30! If I’m not there by 9:00—”

“You sure you want to go now? Tense, body all tight,” he said, his voice deep with sensuous suggestion.

His lips neared yours, but he didn’t kiss you. Not yet. His lips veered away to brush against your cheek. He inhaled deeply as he moved, taking in the floral scent of your soap, mixed with the army of products you styled your hair with, and the faint imprint of your perfume from the night before. He skimmed down your neck and along the shell of your ear.

“Wouldn’t you rather I fuck all that tension right out of you?” he offered. “Leave you nice and warm and satisfied, have that pretty pussy coming hard on my cock.”

You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes as his filthy mouth and the timbre of his voice struck a chord through your body, tinging warm arousal between your legs. Your fingers tightened on his strong arms, digging into the fabric of his loose robe. Ben took that as a wordless confirmation. He bent at the knees and grabbed you up by your plush thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck on instinct, with a small gasp.

But you recovered quickly. Taking his face into your hands, you met his lips roughly with yours in a devouring kiss. He set you down on the kitchen counter hard enough to make the clean dishes rattle. His hands were just as claiming as his mouth, squeezing your hips and thighs as he spread them open to make more room for himself.

While your tongue dueled with his, you shoved the robe off his shoulders, followed by his sleep shirt pooling to the floor. His hand slid under your top as well, and almost ripped it at the hem in his haste to get it up and over your head.

“Ow, ah-ow!” You giggled when the collar got caught on your hair. Ben’s breathy chuckle reached your ears. He was gentler in how he helped get the shirt off the rest of the way. Your mane of hair fell into your face, and you huffed.

Ben did you the favor of brushing the thick curls away from your eyes, tugging several strands behind your ears, even though most of them didn’t obey him. He framed your face with his big hands, and his thumbs swept along your skin, the rich complexion shining in the morning light filtering through the kitchen window.

There was more care in his touch now, his strength tempered just for you. Fond amusement colored his features. For as much shit as you gave him, you still gave him more of yourself; more of your trust, your patience...and all the rest of it. You gave him more than anyone that had come before you, and deep inside, he doubted anyone that might come after you.

You smiled up at him, a little wryly. You leaned up and met him for a gentler kiss. Your eyes fell closed at the feeling of him, and the spicy hint of his aftershave. It was a scent that often clung to his pillows. When he was gone on a mission for days on end, you wouldn’t admit to clinging to one of them to help you sleep, and make you feel safe. 

“Mmm, you smell good,” you whispered. And it was true. He smelled like mint and spicy aftershave. You plied his lips with deeper kisses, licking into his mouth with a sensuous tongue, before you stole his words. “Good enough to eat.”

He uttered a groan deep in his throat. It satisfied you, enhancing the warm flood between your legs.  

Fuck it. You were calling in sick today.

You drew him back into the pull of you, winding your arms around his neck and your fingers in his hair. It was getting long again, but you liked it. You liked something to hold onto, just as much as he did. Your nails brushed against his scalp, down the back of his neck, earning a hum of pleasure from him. You wound your legs tightly around his hips and invited the press of his hard cock against your throbbing core, even through your panties and pajama pants. A faltering groan caught in his chest.

“Needier that I thought this morning,” he remarked. His warm hands drifted down to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over dark, pebbled nipples. You sighed into his mouth in response.

You heard the cocky grin in his voice, but for once, you didn’t care. You did need him. You wanted him to fuck the stress and chaos out of you.

…Well, he’d caused most of it, but still. He was gonna damn well fix it.

And he aimed to do just that, with his hands sliding farther down your body with purpose, grabbing the waistband of your pajama pants and roughly sliding them down, along with your panties. Your bare ass felt cold against the tile counter, but you didn’t have too much time to think about it with Ben’s thick fingers probing between the wet, glistening folds of your pussy. He soon found what he was searching for, circling firmly over your clit.

Your hips raised off the counter as you whimpered against his lips and ground yourself against his hand. You broke from his kiss to bury your face in his neck. Ben’s free hand grasped your hip and pulled you right to the edge of the counter.

There he held you down, his brows furrowing in concentration. His fingers sought your entrance and slipped inside you with ease. By now, he knew what angles would have you squirming, writhing, your body arching into him, while your inner walls clenched around his hand.

“Fuck. That’s right, baby doll. I’ve gotcha,” he said roughly, continuing to fuck your pussy with his fingers. His thumb rubbed against your clit between strokes.

The coil in your lower belly began to tighten, the delicious throbbing deep inside beginning to make your thighs shake. But just as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, Ben withdrew his fingers from your sopping channel.

You struggled to catch your breath in shock. Your head raised from Ben’s shoulder to glare at him. When your mouth opened to deliver an indignant protest, he silenced you with his mouth claiming yours. Your nails bit into his shoulder in retaliation, even though you knew it wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest. In fact, it only curved his lips into a smirk against yours.

You slapped him on the shoulder, immensely frustrated, but also laughing. “You’re such an assh—”

Before you could even finish cursing him, he gathered you up again and lifted you off the counter. He walked you over to the couch in the living room. He would’ve loved nothing better than to lay you out across the two-seater table in the kitchen, but he thought the shitty old wood might just give out under the strain of him fucking you. So the living room was a close second, and in this tiny-ass apartment, it was barely a few feet more to walk.

He laid you out underneath him on couch, and it groaned and squeaked under both of your weight. You squeaked too, if for a different reason. It had Ben smirking down at you. He freed himself from the confines of his pajama pants and coated his rock-hard arousal with the leftover wetness coating his hand.

“I approve of the scene change,” you said breathlessly, once again stroking his arms. Your fingers slipped over every dip and plain of muscle.  

“Didn’t think you wanted to be fucked on some cold tile,” he said, even if the sentiment behind his words warmed you. You were pretty sure he didn’t used to care about that. At least, before he met you.

He grabbed your hips, lined himself up to your entrance, and his cock breached you smoothly, pushing into you until his hips fit snugly against yours.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked out, your thighs squeezing around his frame.

“Feel good, sweetheart? All fuckin' filled up,” Ben teased, a bit breathless himself. You were a tight fucking fit. He slid out of you experimentally, drawing a moan from your lips. You nodded.

“Yeah, baby. So good,” you freely admitted, panting all the while.

Ben’s hot gaze drew over you as he continued moving hard and fast inside you. He took in your every bare curve, the way hot breaths and sexy moans fell from your lips with every thrust, the way your hair fanned out underneath you and hung off the side of the sofa cushion, the way your hands still explored him and touched him, demanding, but still loving.

For that, it was all the more tantalizing against his skin, warming even the darkest places he tried not to show you.

And every drag of his cock inside you stretched your inner walls in the most delicious of ways. It wasn’t just that he was able to fill you to the fucking brim. He also just knew his way around a woman’s body. He knew you, and he knew exactly how to make you come undone. Even quick and dirty on your couch, he made you feel brand new. 

He was right, damn him.

The coil deep inside you snapped. Pleasure crested through you and made your inner walls squeeze him tight, fluttering and pulsing with warmth. You came hard on his cock, hard enough to milk his release shortly after for all he was worth.

His forearms fell to the cushion on either side of your head. You were basically being smothered, but for the moment you didn’t mind. You just held his sweat-slick body against yours while you both caught your breath, each of your heartbeats falling back into a steady rhythm.

He was always so damn warm. It was nice, considering how cold it was this winter, but the thought always made you a bit sad. It reminded you of the power housed in his chest, and every memory he caged there as well.

You laid a gentle kiss on his shoulder. In return, his lips found the side of your head and hesitated there.

“You’re not going to work,” he said. It was more an observation than anything else.

You laughed breathlessly and shook your head. “Nope.”

He nodded. “Let’s go out for breakfast.”

You could get behind that. Your kitchen was finally clean, which meant your kitchen was closed until further notice.

“Shower first,” you stipulated.

You felt Ben’s smile grow against your dewy skin. “All right.”

You sighed, and he guided you to your feet along with him. You had a feeling “breakfast” was going to be lunch by the time you and Ben finally escaped this apartment.      

AN: Lol hope you had fun with this one! Let me know if you'd like to see more of these two! 💚💚

Spanish Translations:

Es que él es bruto, mija. Es como un animal con ropa.

It’s that he’s stupid, my daughter. He's like an animal with clothes.

However, “bruto” can also mean brutish, crude, and/or like a beast, so it fits in more than one way. 😂

Sabes que, …

You know what, …

La sirvienta

The servant (or maid) (female)

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Your Teeth in my neck| Rafe Cameron x latina!reader

A/n: I love Kali Uchis so much 🤭, she's so fine. I'm so down bad for her

Okay, so I've seen all over this app. Rafe Cameron with a Taylor Swift or Lana Del Rey fan gf but y'all know what I haven't seen. Rafe Cameron with a gf who loves Kali Uchis so I'm going to present it to y'all <3.

The first thing Rafe noticed about his gf when they first met was her sense of style (basically Y2k and a bit Chicana style because I barely see any fics with a Latina reader 🙄) along with her jewelry. A lot of gold necklaces and bracelets.

Rafe has definitely spent an INSANE amount of money on his gf. For example clothes and jewelry. And she feels kinda bad that she's not able to pay him back but he doesn't mind.

Rafe LOVES her outfits and how she can make everything look good.

He has definitely had to listen to all Kali's albums and singles cause of his gf but he doesn't really mind. Definitely has bought his gf tickets for her concerts. (Probably has listen to a few of her songs while doing it 🫢)

His gf DEFINITELY has a few Spanish nicknames like cariño, Mi vida, Amor, blaquito 🫢...... Colonizer (I'm sorry y'all please forgive me I had to 😭)

I'm getting the motivation to write so y'all better request 😎🥱

My fav Kali song 🤭😍

[rafesbabygirl]

rafe and his afro latina girlfriend

[nadiahshaven]

high connie. that’s it.

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translations : estas bien?/you good? | cariño/darling | mi amor/my love

content : high!connie x afro-latina reader, contains nsfw, connie got braces.

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high!connie who gets touchy, and needy when under the influence.

“why you so far for?” connie questioned you. seeing you in nothing but his large t-shirt and boxers was doing something to him. his eyes were so low that he could barely see you, but he could make out your figure from across the room.

“cariño, i’m right here.” you reached out for his hand, to which he grabbed it, kissing all over the back of it, to your tattooed fingers, to your palm and wrist. it was now your turn to question him. “estas bien?”

he nodded, and whispered nothing but three words as he tugged on the oversized shirt you were wearing, with an intoxicated, metal-mouthed smile.

“take this off.”

high!connie who loves when you feed him snacks he gets for his munchies. he finds it weird, sober or not. you find it cute, on the other hand, so everytime he hands you an opened bag of trolli sour gummy worms after he gets high, you know exactly what to do.

“thankkk you, mi amorr.” connie chuckled, licking the rest of the sour powder off of your index and thumb fingers.

“mhm.” you replied back, kissing his currently blue raspberry flavored lips.

high!connie who loves how you dig your nails into his back when he has your legs on his shoulders, LED lights on red, fucking you to sandra’s rose by drake. any other time you two would fuck off a blunt, he’d be gentle, easy with your body. something must’ve been in the weed, because this specific time the headboard was banging so roughly into the wall you thought you’d have to call maintenance for the apartment you lived in, in the morning. the tip of his dick was punching your cervix with every harsh thrust he fed you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“con-“ you said incoherently, resorting to slapping onto his back in an attempt to get his attention. “connie, im finna cum-“

yet again, due to a moan being forced from your throat, you couldn’t finish your sentence. he was hitting your g-spot as if there was no other spot inside of you to hit, guiding you to the orgasm of your life.

but, he answered you, in a gentle, quiet, cooing tone. “go ‘head, mami. nut onnis dick.” his hands that were on either side of your head moved down to press on your lower stomach, enhancing the pleasure indescribably.

you started to pant hoarsely, jaw slackened and legs shaking. he took this as an opportunity to shove his thumb in your mouth, swirling it around, under, behind your tongue. he slid his slender, soft finger out, dragging it down your body before pressing it on your clit, rubbing it in small, firm circles.

high!connie loved how you looked when you came, it being the most gorgeous sight on earth. some nights, he kept you up only to make you cum over, and over, and over. he couldn’t get enough of how your face contorted into one of pure ecstasy when you reached your climax. knowing he was the one making you feel this good, sent him onto a cloud higher than the one he was on.

high!connie who would agree to let you wear his chains when you rode him. everyone knew connie’s chains were the most dear to him, which is why you wouldn’t dare to ask him to even take them off if you two were fucking while he was sober. you loved the way they dangled in your face, anyway. but, when he was high, saying ‘yes’ to things was more common, even if it took a little bit of persuasion. he adored the way his chains sounded, the silver and diamonds clinking together while he bounced your hips up and down on his dick.

high!connie who you had to take care of when he greened out after eating an entire edible. he had high tolerance, but this night, he pushed his luck— and his body— farther than was able to contain. next thing you knew, he was kneeled over the toilet, emptying his guts while you were rubbing his broad shoulders with either of your hands, encouraging him and telling him that he’d be okay.

he sat up, still holding onto the toilet. “never gettin’ fuckin’ high again.”

“so, this mean i can smoke the rest of the weed?” you chuckled, already knowing the answer to this question.

“fuck no.” connie responded, sternly.

high!connie who also loved getting high on the taste of you. he’d have you ass up, face down, eating you out as if his life depended on it. his flexible, long tongue knew no boundaries, going from twirling it around your clit to tensing it and thrusting it in and out of you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he slid his thumb into your smaller, pulsing hole right as he flicked the tip of his tongue sloppily across your button. you couldn’t control yourself, or even warn him, and gushed every juice you had onto his face. this seemed to motivate him further, and he continued what he was doing, despite your cries and very guttural sounding moans.

high!connie who loved to cuddle with you after watching a movie that he knew would trip him out. he’d rant about how surreal everything looked as he laid his head into your chest. you played in his hair as he did so. touching his hair was also one of the things he wouldn’t let you do if he was sober, but obviously, since he was high, it was alright. your nails gently scratching his scalp would send him into a deep sleep. and just like that, he’d become your 6’5, 200 pound weighted blanket.

“never lettin’ you get high again.” you groaned, as you tried your best to pull the comforter up onto both of your bodies.

you also simultaneously knew that was a lie. you loved a sober connie, a drunk connie, and especially a high!connie.

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[japhoriaa]

# MILES' HEART.

( title is literally based off of "kevins heart." 1 of my fav songs.) , (alsooo, in honor of the last few days of hispanic heritage month, enjoy an afro latina reader!!)

: ̗̀➛ mmm ionk, read n find outt!

PAIRING : e!1610miles x afrolatina!reader .

GENRE : i honestly have nooo idea.

WARNING : a lil cussin .. and whatever else. -- no damn proofread bby. (i really hope my spanish isnt horrid. i will sob.)

you and miles strolled down the streets of brooklyn, new york in silence. nothing but the sounds of busy traffic breaking the on-going silent treatment you were giving him.

-- "man, wassup witchu?" he spat. you could basically hear the annoyed tone through his thick brooklyn accent.

you muttered out a - "nothin." as you continued what was supposed to be "silent treatment." whilst scrolling through your tiktok feed -- one airpod in, with your knotless braids pulled into a bun.

"mmtch, dont 'nothin' me. obviamente algo anda mal." he spoke; looking at you for a split second, walking closest to the road-- with you walking closest to the passing deli's.

you loved- no. adored that he knew the sidewalk rule.

but was this the time for allat lovey, dovey shit? no. you were supposed to be mad at this nigga!

"aparentemente." you mumbled, not paying him any mind. a moment of silence followed with your statement as you two walked.

the laces of miles' jordans slapping against his shoes. always wearing his damn shoes untied, what a dumb habit. but that made miles, miles.

"look baby, im sorry- ok? for whatever i did to piss you off, i dont know what i did to actually make you mad at me, but lo sé, lo siento mi corazón."

a small smile made itself a home on your lips as he apologized. thats all you really wanted to hear, especially giving that your last failed relationships barely knew how to give you a compliment.

"mm.. its ok.." you said as you fidgeted with the bracelets on your arm.

"Te amo, lo siento otra vez." he spoke; looking back over at you with that dumb smile on his face.

"mhm, yo también te amo miles." you said, looking over at him also.

[orangeheliophile]

"Golden."

What happens when your childhood best friend starts to barge inside your heart and invade all of your thoughts? Will you kick the explosion boy out?... please don't. He's praying that you won't.

Introduction

Warnings: cursing, childhood friends to lovers trope.

(Bakugou x reader. Reader has sun quirk, sunshine!reader, and Bakugou is head over heels. Reader is Afro-Latina, Bakugou is also a grunge/emo boy?...)

(I headcannon that Bakugou is Puerto Rican-Japanese and wears hearing aids. And the reader might be a bit of an oc.)

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You have a sun quirk. Meaning that you have solar powers, and also the abilities of the mythical sun gods?... You didn't really know. It was weird, really. Every time you stepped outside, light surges through your veins. The divine warmth immediately engulfs you. And it's almost as if your soul absorbs the energy of the sun.

That's it! You can feel energy. Everywhere around you is energy. You absorb it, and you exhale it. You can feel it in the very depths of your spirit. Your senses are stronger than normal human beings'. Emotions, thoughts, you can sense it all. The sun gives energy, but it can also drain you.

You're strong. Stupidly powerful, really. But you hold back. Afraid of what might happen if you lose control. You've never used your quirk for more than 30 percent, and that's always been more than enough.

You love your quirk. It makes you feel warm and free. But it makes you feel trapped in your body, like you want to escape this reality and explore the others. It makes you crazy, sometimes. Not knowing if you're dreaming or if this reality is really just confusing you. Being haunted by your nightmares in the dark. It's not psychosis! You think... nah.

You've always been energetic and maybe a bit cuckoo bananas. But everyone is! But that makes you feel upset sometimes, like you feel that you're insane and that no one believes you. But your loved ones constantly reassured you that you're completely normal! Even the voice inside your head comforts you, too! And who oddly sounds like Dr. Doofenshmirtz from-

Anyway, you looked a bit different from your personality. You're a goth, to be honest. Or were you into more edgy and grunge fashion?... Who cares? Not you. You dress however you'd like. You like dark colors. You wear piercings, and you like to wear some jewelry. The Addams family totally didn't inspire you at all-

You were also Afro-Latina? Is that the term they used? You have lovely curly hair, beautiful tan skin, beauty marks scattered on your body, and let's just say that your russet brown eyes shine dark honey in the sun. And there was this certain blonde, hotheaded boy that loves all of that. To him, you resemble the Amazonian warriors. You are badass.

But something itches your soul. You feel warm. Like your heart is swelling with this energy that you can't seem to get rid of. Your brain replays certain memories. And Bakugou Katsuki, your childhood best friend, is stubborn not to leave your mind and heart.

How dare he?...

How. Dare. He?

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Bakugou Katsuki has a powerful explosion quirk. Everyone knows that. He's reckless and good at everything. (His mother's words, not mine.)

You've been best friends since you could remember. Always sticking to each other no matter what. He even made you both red friendship bracelets. And strangely enough, they reminded you of the red string of fate. He totally didn't make them because it was his 5 year old way of marrying you.

Either way, you cherish the gift. Never taking it off as it goes along with the golden sun coin pendant you always wear. The first and only gift from your father.

Katsuki always protected you, holding your hand when you walked together, bullying your bullies, sharing his food, and listening to you whenever you were too shy to speak to anyone else.

He hates physical touch. But that changes when he's with you. Baby Kacchan was always clingy, following you around like a lost puppy and then holding your hand to make sure you don't wander off somewhere.

He thought you both were going to be together forever. He already had it all planned in his head. He was going to marry you, be the best number one hero, get his All Might card signed, and maybe stay friends with the quirkless nerd he calls his friend. Maybe.

It broke him. It broke him entirely when you came crying to him that you had to move back to your home country. When you hugged him, he didn't let go. He refused to let you go. You didn't want him to let you go.

Both of your mothers were deeply saddened. They have been best friends. Your mother could see the way Katsuki cared about you. She never wanted to ruin that. And it hurt her heart when Mitsuki had to pry the blonde off of you at the airport. He threw a fit. Desperately holding your hands and trying to cage you to him, you cried, not wanting to leave him and your friend Izuku.

He was quiet for a month after you left. He didn't yell, didn't try to show off his quirk, and he even didn't even try to start a fight with anyone. You both have known each other since you were newborns. You were both 8 when you left.

He promised never to forget you. And he demanded that you never forget him. When you arrived in your home country, he called you every day. He wrote to you letters, and even sent you small gifts with them from time to time. But one day, you stopped answering. He panicked, not knowing what to do as even his mother had no idea what was going on. And so, you lost touch...

...Until you suddenly arrived back in Japan in your first year of UA. Wow, Y/n. Talk about surprises. Luckily for you, this time, he was making sure that he was going to stick to your side forever. Wait, what?! What do you mean that you don't remember him?! What the fuck?!-

[faceclaimsity]

[hrtfeltcupd]

*ᴺᴼᵀ ᴹʸ ᴾᴴᴼᵀ ᶠᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᴼᴺ ᴾᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴱˢᵀ*

she could not be-fucking-lieve she was being hypnotized by you, of all people in this fucking club. ellie, the same woman who swore she hated you with every fiber in her rage-filled body, now not sure what to do with you. the way you were sensually bumping and grinding against the girl almost snatched her soul. your warm hands reached for hers, guiding them to your hips, eyes now meeting and making everything in the background disappear so suddenly. ellie was… getting off…? oh my god, she was getting off to it too, breath hitching when you wrapped your arms around her neck, giving such an evil yet innocent, loving look.

“are you okay?” your voice oddly soft and easy to hear over the once blaring reggaeton music. ellie had’nt noticed how pathetic she looked to you once your hands met hers, now fixing to seem irritated with you. only to imagine how much more miserable she looked.

“yes,” was all she could currently muster up, a tighter grip on your hips, “why’re you—, what are—, fuck,” she settled, her bottom lip starting to hide between her pearly whites, eyes taking you in so greedily. you pulled her down a bit, inconspicuously pouting to her.

“what?” you little freak. you sounded so helpess. so bothered. so tempting, inviting, and sweet. ellie’s nails nearly dug into you, drawing a soft wince from your being.

“you’re a god damn—.”

“¿bellaca?” ellie had not a clue what the word had meant yet nodded so quickly with a questioning look. “it means a baddie. or it could mean to be sexually aroused. so if thats the case,” your lips brushed against her ear, ellie nearly moaning in yours, “it takes one to know one,” you abruptly pushed her away, walking away from the dance floor and to your friends who had been staring you down in shock and/or admiration.

ellie stood with a yearning look in her face, watching as your pretty figure disappeared into the crowd, leaving her to hate you even more for only sticking with her for half of the song that was now pounding on her eardrums again.

what a fucking moment, no?

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi, I'm wondering if you would be okay doing a Hobie x Miguel's afro-latina daughter. If not that's totes okay and I also adoreeeee your writing 💋🤍🤍

I would love to!!

Coast clear?

You smiled and laughed as Hobie dragged you along, you both sat in the photobooth now. He put his money in, and selected two strips.

“Alright, smile!” You both did so, and Hobie pulled you closer to him.

“Do a funny face!” The machine said as it counted down, you had an idea, grabbing his hands and making him hold your mouth up, so your fangs were visible, he gave a shocked and scared face.

You both laughed for a little.

“Something cute!”

You both kissed.

“Do your best pose!”

You both looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and you both just laughed as the camera took the picture.

“Oh man. Those turned out shitty.” He laughed as they showed on the screen, and asked if you wanted to print them now.

You both walked out the machine and waited for the strips to print, he had an arm around you as you both waited, talking and talking.

You laughed and soon the photos printed, you both quickly grabbed one.

“I look bad.” You shook your head and laughed.

“What you talkin’ bout’? You look fuckin’ sexy. And what have I said about-“

“The beauty standard is made for white woman and we shouldn’t believe in it because it is oppressive to everyone who isn’t seen as a white, blonde, blue eyed man or woman.”

“Exactly. That’s my girl.” He said, giving you a quick kiss and looking at the photos again.

“Im gonna frame it and put it on my wall. It’s beautiful.” He said, smiling proudly as you both continued to walk through the mall. (The mall that Hobie came to to steal and support the few small family businesses around)

(Idk bout malls where you guys r but the ones near me have tons of small businesses in them so)

“Alright, ready to go? You stayin’ tonight or nah?” He asked you, once you both had left.

“I would stay but my dads already suspicious of my so called friend. He started asking for phone numbers… so I can’t.”

“Nah, I get it. Your dads a real pain in the ass though.”

“I know.” You rested your head on his shoulder, you both sitting down on a bench. He wrapped his arm around you.

“Well, I guess you should be goin’ then?” He said after a while of silence, he checked the time.

“Yeah. I guess. I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully?” You asked, standing up. He nodded and stood up and you both walked to an empty alley.

You opened up a portal and looked at Hobie again. You kissed him for a while, and then turned back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you” you said, with a small smile, he smiled back.

“See you, love you.”

You went into the portal and suddenly you were in your room. You smiled to yourself and you took out the photo strip in your pocket.

“Y/n.” Miguel said, from the dark corners of your room. He emerged out of the shadows.

You jumped, yelling and dropping the photo.

“Papà! I wasn’t expecting you to be home so soon…” you said, nervously as he came closer.

“Where were you?” He crossed his arms.

“I was… out.”

“Where were you?” He asked again.

“I was out… I went out.” You shrugged, and picked up the photo, sitting on the bed.

“With Hobie?” He grabbed the photo that you were trying to hide, and pointed at the one of you kissing.

You sighed and held your head down.

“Quería decirte. I knew you would be mad-“

“You’re damn right I’m mad?! Why are you universe hopping for no reason, you know how dangerous that is. He pointed to you. “And you didn’t tell me about Hobie?!”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumbled, he sighed and sat down next to you. He put the photo down.

“Hobies just a pain in my ass is all. I just think that he’s… a bad influence.”

“He’s not a bad influence. He’s nice, and he’s sweet when you get to know him. Promise. And I’m sorry about the universe hopping.”

“Its- you know why I’m mad, don’t you?”

You shrugged.

“Because I love you. I care about you.” He said, looking at you.

“You look so much like your mom you know?” He laughed quietly and so did you. “Your hair and eyes..” he shook his head, standing up.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He said, leaving the room.

Then, when you closed your eyes, and laid down, a portal opened up next to you.

“I was waiting for you.” You said when he laid down next to you.

“Aren’t you always?”

“No. Don’t be so cocky. My dads here too, and he knows-“

“Oh fuck, seriously? He’s gonna make my life a livin’ hell-“

“I swear to god, Y/N O’HARA!” You heard him yell, you pushed hobie down to go under the bed, which he did.

You yawned and stretched.

“What’s up dad? You woke me up-“

He narrowed his eyes, looking around the room. He huffed and quickly went back to his room.

“Coast clear?”

“Yeah…” you said, and helped him back up into your bed.

“That was close.” You both laughed.

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[coryosbaby]

hi love!!! i am so in love with your blog and content !! you’re amazing !!

i was wondering if i could request ethan x afro-latina! reader. i was imagining a scenario where he’s introduced to her by the group and he’s pulled in because of her aura. i don’t think there’s anything else specific i’m thinking of other than her wearing a lot of gold jewelry and having a small tattoo of whatever you want in between her boobs bc i love when girls have that 🤭

ty for reading this !!!!

- 🥥

Ethan Landry x Afro Latina! Reader

Thank you so so much, love. Was getting major hippie/summer-ey vibes from this so decided to write the reader that way. This is like, insanely short but I’m thinking ab making this a series w different parts. If this doesn’t appeal to you, feel free to write to me and ask for a redo <3

Warnings: none, just Ethan pining over the reader :)

When Tara says that she has a new friend that she wants everyone to meet, they agree to meet up and go bowling together. Ethan and Chad conversating over a video game as they walk into the door of the bowling alley, a water bottle resting in both boy’s hands.

Sitting at a table with the group is where Ethan first sees her.

A girl, and an unfamiliar one, it seems. This must be Tara’s new friend.

Its during summer, by the way. A specific detail, yet it remains because of how much the girl reminds Ethan of the season. She has captivating, warm eyes, a beautiful complexion, and a natural look to her glazed features. A sliver of soft brown skin peeks out through her slightly cropped shirt. Golden rings and necklaces hang off of her fingers and neck, and in between her tits rests the numbers 444 in solid black ink.

He tries not to stare at her for too long.

When they get there Tara tells the girl their names one by one. Her eyes set on Ethan when she feels his gaze on her.

She smiles at him, and Ethan’s heart begins to run rampant, his face flushing cherry red as she shakes his hand and greets him with one singular word.

“Hi.” Her voice is angelic, just like her.

“Hey.”

He doesn’t mean for his words to sound hushed and quiet, and he definitely doesn’t mean for his hand to hold onto hers for so long, but it does. She rubs a small circle into his skin and then lets out a giggle as she lets go.

“Tara didn’t tell me that she had a cute friend.”

[itsstillsweetiebythealtar]

Recently watched The Skeleton Key again and was not too pleased with how Hoodoo was portrayed (especially with them saying it started in Louisiana, Hoodoo started throughout the south simultaneously). I’m noticing that the more and more I watch a movie, the more I kinda be like.. why did they portray it like that??

But I wanted to ask all of my ATR practitioners out there, hoodoo, voodoo, lucumi, isese, santeria, obeah, etc., have you ever watched a movie and felt as if your practice was portrayed in its authentic and complex form??

[starsluver]

One thing I definitely need for the next scream movie is Chicano/a or latin role. And I know y'all are going to say 'what about Sam and Tara' they're half latina in the movie. Considering their mom is latina and theories that one of the side characters in the first scream movie is Tara's dad. But either way both of their dad's were white. (And the reason I'm saying this is I want Chad, Sam, Mindy or Ethan if he's alive 🥲 with a latin s/o) because even with bigger franchises like Harry Potter being both a book and movie franchise. HOW COME THERE'S NO LATINO CHARACTERS?!?!?! There's latinos in Europe that aren't Spanish. Yet I only see most of the harry Potter characters with Spanish s/o. SPANISH PEOPLE AREN'T LATINO, THEY ARE OUR COLONIZERS AND THE REASON MOST LATINOS SPEAK SPANISH

It's that simple to google it but still I feel like both media and the world of fan fiction are barely scratching the surface of latino rep. I also feel like white latinos says it's so hard to be latino 'put not look latino' even though they're treated better in both America the country and latin America. Brown and Black latinos are mostly treated the worst and when we have rep, the white latinos complain and say 'there's latinos with blue eyes' 'there's latinos with red hair' like we didn't notice from all the telenovelas that have European actors or white latino actors. Also the saying in Mexico and I think other latino countries which is 'the lighter ones are clean and the darker ones are dirty' or smth like that.

[loganhowlettshousewife]

for diversity December, would u do a afro-latina reader?

ofc! do you have a prompt or specific idea in mind that you’d want me to do?

[felucians]

Hobie x Afro-mexicana!reader who's aesthetic is Mexicore

(Mexicore: The combination of Indigenous Latine/Mexican culture and alternative/scenemo/goth subcultures - created by Pierce The Veil - example of the fashion from @zamber_lamber on TikTok pictured as I am unable to find any afromexican examples online)

[jaeshoney]

This is so cutttteee!!!

dinner and dessert | e. yaeger

word count: 1,150 [4 min 10 sec read] | ✪ content warning: porn w a plot, medium-slow burn (?), p in v sex, semi-self aware cringe writer, missionary, creaming, creampie

eren x black!latina!reader / afrolatina!reader

✭ eren appreciating his sweet lil’ wife

your girl ever put down a plate of food so good you just have to take her soul? eren knows what that’s like.

he had that happen today, when he walked in after a long day of work to a plate of hot honey tenders with a side of mac and cheese and hand squeezed lemonade.

his beautiful wife, y/n, having just wiped her hands on her apron smiled when she caught his gaze.

“welcome home papi. yo cocinado para ti.”

he’s learning spanish but didn’t bother to listen to the second part, completely zoned out with his focus on her lightly glossed brown lips moving, smiling at him.

“‘rennie? i have a hot meal infront of you and you’re just staring at me?”

“‘cause i can’t tell what’s sexier. you or that plate of food.”

she bursts into the most beautiful giggles he’s ever heard and he can’t help but return the smile she’s beaming. everyday he comes home and is reminded to just how good of a catch he made, how stunning and amazing his wife truly is.

and so, over some RnB, she and eren sit for dinner. she has her legs to her chest in the dining room chair, pedicured toes and anklet resting comfortably. she waits, satisfied at the sight of her husband filling his stomach, until he’s ready to eat her up too.

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“the only thing i can feed you that’s better than that food is this dick, even then it still might not compare.” he compliments in between neck kisses, you playfully swat him away and cower away into the bed. eren has since taken his shirt off and changed into a pair of shorts, you two deciding on movie and a glass of wine for yourself.

a glass of wine that you're close to spilling if he doesn't lighten up on the smothering.

"eren jaeger! these are white sheets! compartas y sientate!" you scold, still giggling, swatting at his bicep.

eren scoffs at your tone and moves lower on your neck, from the spot that makes you giggle to the one that makes you moan. and you'll be damned if you break your favorite wine glass.

"eren. let me- ahh- let me put down the glass. or i'll have you buy me twelve." he takes the glass, sitting it down on the nightstand himself while his other hand pulls you down the bed a little bit. he's leaning over you, dragging his kisses from your lower neck to your shoulder blades while his hands travel under your satin pajama shirt. his kisses are sloppy and you can hear the smack of his lips everytime he comes up to go elsewhere.

"thank you, my love, for the food." he says, finally using his lips for things other than trying to suck your skin off. he pulls up your shirt to reveal your breasts, nipples hard and at attention for him.

"mmm," you purr out at the sensation of his tounge dragging over your nipples, licking and sucking passionately. your hand goes up to his sloppily done bun, gently scratching at the back of his neck in a silent praise. through his own light moans, his green eyes focus on yours. the eye contact drives you crazy, he keeps it no matter what he’s doing, switching from kisses to licks or sucking.

“reeeeenn. ren bebe please,” you plead, beginning to grind your hips onto his thigh.

“you want something, princess?”

“yeah. you.” you flash him a smile that makes his dick throb, clearly feeling the wine with that smooth response.

it triggered something in him, if he wasn’t on a mission to break your pussy in before he was now.

in an instant, he’s between your thighs and ravaging at you. you can’t tell if that’s his spit or your pre running down your slit— probably a mix of both, but he digs in like you didn’t just feed him one of the best meals of his life. his tongue switches between moving your bud in circles, and placing deep kisses up and down your pussy. if there was a way to give a pussy hickies, yours would be littered with them.

his shoulders are flexing under the dimmed lighting of the moon and the tv long forgotten, drowned out by your moans. years of eating you out has perfected his science to a t, so needless to say the sucking sounds he’s coerced from your dripping cunt are beyond sinful.

“i don’t think you’ll ever know how fucking hard your pretty sounds make me.”

“mmmmm.. s-show me instead?” you ask rhetorically, rolling your hips into his face.

he pulls away to sit up, tugging off his black boxers to reveal his cock, standing hard at your attention. you spread your legs to allow him space between, and eagerly stroke him after he’s lined himself up with your entrance. the precum coating his dick gathers around your manicured fingers and the web between your thumb and pointer with each pump. he stops your movements and while he pushes himself into your cunt, he licks it all straight off, circling his tongue around your wedding ring. both sensations make you cry out.

and while he starts off slow, his pace never gets too fast but it’s still rough, making sure he hits your g-spot with every thrust and dragging the apparent vein of his cock along your walls. the one that splits in two from the middle to the left of his shaft that you’ve dragged your tongue up and down so many times.

“papi.. oh s-shit please..”

the feeling leaves your hands scrambling to ground you, and eren can’t help but find it adorable how you loose it no matter how many times he fucks you.

“calm down princess. you’re too tight, don’t end this too quick now. relax.” he commands, his hips stuttering slightly.

“c-cannn’t ren, hhhhn,” you voice over the wet squelch of eren driving his cock in, knocking into your walls harshly, and slowwwwly back out.

plop, slap, plop, slap, as the squelching sound of him entering you and then the rough slam of his hips once he was almost all the way in interchange. soon, your eyes rolled back as you barely mentioned something about cumming at your husband.

“cmon baby, cum for me.”

your orgasm sent your back flying up off the mattress, arching you towards him. the sensation of you contracting around him while you creamed and cried out sent him over the edge,

eren’s letting the most desperate groans out right into your ear as he empties his cock in you. the load spurting quickly then oozing from his tip as he slows his thrusts to a shop, eyes screwed shut while he holds your hips down on his dick.

all is still as you catch your breaths until,

“now roll over and arch for me princess.”

[orangeheliophile]

Plants and agua

(Female!reader)

(Katsuki might be a bit ooc. Reader is Afro-Latina.)

Warnings: cursing, fluff, cuteness aggression(extremely dangerous) and clingy Bakugou (gasp! The horror!)

It was a regular Saturday morning. Early morning, to be exact. Your boyfriend Katsuki wanted to go on a date today to the nearby conservatory, meaning he wanted to go early so nobody would bother you. Except he was the one bothering you and your extremely comfortable bed.

Waking up with a yawn, you stretch your arms and legs. Sleepiness engulfs you, yet the sound of Katsuki gently knocking on your door brings you back to reality. Groaning, you rub your face, glancing over to the alarm on your bedside to see that it's currently 6:34 am. Why did your boyfriend have to wake you up so early?

Getting up from the comfortable bedsheets of your soft bed, your feet start to walk towards the door. Your hand clumsily grabs the doorknob, turning it to the side as your eyes meet with Katsuki. The blonde chuckles, having a small smile on his face as he leans on the doorframe and reaches his hand up to cup your cheek. "Good morning, sunshine." He whispers, pressing kisses onto your pouty lips and adorable cheeks repeatedly.

You whine a bit, trying to act upset but failing as your boyfriends wet smooches tickle your face. "Kacchan, stop! Good morning to you, too..." You giggle, keeping your voice to a whisper in order not to wake your classmates. The blonde only grins in response, his cherry red eyes wandering down to your outfit as he raises his eyebrows in amusement. You're wearing a dino shirt with a spaceship and a cactus, with a pair of spiderman pajama pants. You blush in embarrassment, a tired smile on your face as you rub the back of your neck.

"Nice pajamas, princess. It makes you look..." Katsuki trails off, a few snickers slipping out as you whine and drag him by his collar inside your dorm. "Shhh... My fashion sense is amazing." You mumble, a smile growing on your lips as you giggle and stare at your feet. "Why do you have to wake me up so early? The conservatory opens at 10!" Your boyfriend shrugs, a smug look on his face as he leans down and bumps his forehead against yours and nuzzles your noses together, like a cat.

"Just wanted to see you, baby. I should be the first and last thing you see every day." He replies, his eyes closed as he hums and puts his hands in your back pockets. You blink, your heart melting a bit as you smile at him, feeling a bit amused by his slight childish thinking.

Nodding, you cup his face. Slightly smushing his cheeks together as you caress his face aggressively lovingly. He hums in response, pressing his lips to your right palm as he holds your left hand with his. He really does act like a puppy sometimes. A greedy, needy, protective, and aggressive puppy with boom boom powers-

Katsuki bites your hand affectionately, stopping your thoughts as you flinch at the sudden sensation. He kisses the skin right after, nudging his head against yours again as he nips your nose. You squeal, giggling a bit as you place your hands on his strong chest and push him away. He huffs in disapproval, pouting as he flops onto your bed dramatically and stays still like a rag doll.

You smile, finding his childishness funny as you giggle and crawl on top of him, matching his starfish position as you both lay face first on the bed. Except your laying on top of him and poking his nape with your nose. "Baby... Hello?... Anyone there?" You ask, your chin resting on his shoulder blade as you flutter your eyelashes.

He grunts, turning his head to the side while interlocking your fingers together with his right hand. You smile, pressing a big, sloppy smooch on the back of his neck as you chuckle. He sighs in satisfaction, mumbling under his breathe while scoffing. "You don't love me anymore." He grumbles.

You blink, processing his words as you frown in confusion, about to slip your fingers from his in order to fix your current position. Katsuki grabs your hand, tangling your fingers again as he turns his head to the side and pouts at you. "Wait-What? What do you mean?-" The blonde groans, giving you a glare with no actual hate in his gaze.

"You won't let me show you affection."

Your jaw drops slightly, puzzled by his words as the wires start working in your brain. Once you realize what he means, you laugh a bit, a relieved smile on your face as you giggle at your boyfriend's shocked and offended expression. Your boyfriend did everything intensely. So it makes sense that he would love you in the only way he knows how to. What you did not know, is that he was experiencing cute aggression.

Offended by your amusement at his completely reasonable thinking, Katsuki scowls, about to roll you off his back but he halts when you nudge your head against his, nuzzling your nose on his cheek as you bite his nose and giggle.

His expression immediately lights up, quickly fixing your position so that he's on his side while you lay on him like a blanket. He hums in satisfaction, holding your hand tightly while his other hand slides under your Spiderman pajama pants, hooking his fingers with the band of your underwear while pressing big, open mouth kisses onto your lips. Not in a sexual way, but in a lovingly aggressively way.

You squeal at his actions, giggling and smiling into the wet smooches as both of your lips make exaggerated kissing noises. You cup his cheeks, squishing them while pressing your face against his. And after about 7 minutes, you pull away. Katsuki groans, more like a whine of the way he pouts and tries to dive back into your lips. Pressing your palm on his mouth, you grunt, rolling away from him as he makes slight grabby hands.

He sighs dramatically, laying like a starfish as he watches you walk towards your drawers to change. Oh that's right, your going on a date. A smug smirk grows on his face, getting up as he walks towards you and hugs you from behind. Resting his ching on the crown of your head, he inhales your scent. "You should wear my shirt." He states.

Turning your head around, a shy smile shows on your lips. You chuckle, nodding your head as you pick out your clothes, letting him choose which ones you should wear as he clings onto you from behind.

After about 15 minutes of trying to choose what to wear, going out of the dorms early in the morning, taking the bus into the town, the both of you finally arrived at your destination.

You decided to wear one of Katsuki's sweaters, as it was black with the signature white skull in the middle. You also decided to wear dark blue wide legged jeans, paired with black boots with yellow and teal shoe laces. Katsuki, being the amazing boyfriend he is, helped you put your curly hair in a lovely braid, with loose strands that fit your liking.

Katsuki wore a black hoodie, having decided to wear dark blue jeans and black boots as well to match with you. And he let you put a black cap on his spiky hair styled with some pins on it.

Hopping out of the train hand in hand, a happy smile appears on your face as you see the conservatory in the short distance. Katsuki notices this, as he lightly tugs you and begins walking towards the entrance. Excitedly, you fidget in happiness, slightly skipping as your hand squeezes Katsuki's repeatedly. "C'mon, babe! I want to see the plants and flowers!"

He chuckles, a tiny, Itty bitty smile on his face as his chests fills with that oh, so sweet pain when he sees your adorableness. He walks a bit faster, already planning ahead on where you both should go next.

After checking in, the both of you walk into the Botanical Gardens, as your eyes widen in awe. A gasp escapes your lips, a smile growing as well as the fresh air fills your nose. Katsuki turns his head, eyes softening as he admires your face.

"I made up my mind. I'm living here." You say, a big smile on your face as your eyes sparkle with excitement. Katsuki raises his eyebrow in amusement, smirking as he watches you wander around the area.

"Looks like someone is happy. How come your not that happy with me?" He teases. You ignore him, waving him off as you gasp and squat down to a random plant. "I love you..." You whisper loudly to the plant. Your boyfriend's jaw drops a bit in shock, both amazed and annoyed how quick you were to forget him.

He huffs, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head and crosses his arms. "Should've fucking stayed home." He mumbles, feeling a twinge of jealousy as he watches to fawn and gush over the plants.

The room was ginormous, with trees everywhere, plants and flowers decorated in every corner, and even a koi fish pond! Not to mention how peaceful it looks with the view of the grey clouds from the glass windows.

The air is fresh, only a few people scattered around as they enjoy the Botanical Gardens as well.

You sigh in content, already have taken about 20 pictures of the plants, trees, and flowers even if you just got here. You happily sit on a bench, admiring the koi pond a few feet away. You sway your feet, fiddling with your hands as your eyes wander around the Botanical room. "Amor! Come sit with me!" You urge, giving the blonde a big smile as you pat the spot next to you on the bench.

Katsuki immediately walks over to you, resting his arm around your shoulders as he leans in to kiss your cheek. You chuckle, leaning into his touch as you both admire the view around you.

"Are you happy?" He mutters out, looking ahead as he seems slightly tense. You turn your head, smiling as you nod and lean onto his side. "I always am when I'm with you, Kacchan." He scoffs slightly, turning his head the opposite in order so you don't see his red face. Normally, he would kill anyone who calls him that nickname. But he lets you do it since you were childhood best friends. (He doesn't say anything when Izuku says it.)

He grumbles, feeling that flutter inside his body as he gently nudges his forehead to the side of your head. "Nuh uh." You huff, pouting a bit as you open your mouth to ramble how much you love him, admire him, like, him, and how he's so talented and strong and-

As if reading your thoughts, he covers your mouth with his palm, already blushing and grumbling as he knows how much you like to ramble about him. You huff, taking through his hand as your voice sounds muffled. You don't see the problem? Is it wrong to admire your handsome, strong, talented, tall, passionate, boyfriend?

Katsuki groans in annoyance, cupping your face with both hands as he smushes your lips together and kisses his pout, trying to shut you up but failing as you try to talk through the wet kisses. He pulls away, shaking his head as you smile cheekily and tap his forehead with your finger.

"You're so fucking adorable that it's annoying."

"But you love me."

"Damn right I fucking do."

He smashes your lips together, wrapping his arms around you as he dips you while sitting on the bench. You squeal dramatically, smiling against his lips as he makes kissing noises with his mouth. You giggle, feeling him take your breath away as he gives you sloppy smooches of love.

You tap his shoulder, needing oxygen as he pulls away. He grins at you, picking you up and carrying you bridal style in his arms. You laugh, shaking your head as he walks around the room filled with the plants and trees. "C'mon, princesa. I want to buy you a bunch of cool shit."

You grin, chuckling as you let him carry you out of the Botanical room and into the conservatory café and stores. "Thank you, baby! I love you." You say, kissing his cheek as he smirks and kisses your cheek back.

"Why didn't you let me pay for at least the food?!" You ask, raising your eyebrow at the blonde as he shrugs and chuckles. "Because I'm your boyfriend, and it's my job to spoil you as much as I can." Smirking at your expression, Katsuki grabs the bags, offering his arm as you immediately cling to it as you walk out of the store/café of the conservatory.

"But-" "No buts. Just let me love you, sunshine." You glance up at him, sighing in defeat as you nod and walk towards the small indoor lake in the conservatory. You glance at the see-through roof, seeing as it started raining a bit outside as Katsuki scowls in annoyance. You rub his back comfortingly, knowing his dislike towards the rain as you walk towards the edge and smile as you see the beautiful koi fish swimming around.

This room was larger than the others, as it was still filled with trees and plants, but had a giant pond in the center. The lighting was dim, as the koi fish swam around and sometimes knocked themselves into the water lilies. You smile again, finding peace in nature as your boyfriend mentally snaps a picture of your beautiful self admiring the scenery.

Katsuki smiles to himself, his cherry red eyes filled with love as his pupils dilate while looking at you. She's just like an angel... He swore he could almost see you glowing as you grin and excitedly fidget while looking around the place.

You gasp softly, seeing a tall lotus flower around the corner. Walking over to it, you take your phone from your back pocket, snapping a picture of the vibrant colored flower while smiling to yourself. Katsuki watches you, chuckling as he smiles genuinely at your happiness.

Everything about you was perfect. Your gorgeous eyes, brown skin, those wild curls of yours, and of course, that smile and laugh of yours that sounded like the best melody in his ears. He didn't care if it was raining outside, just your smile alone shone brighter than the sun.

Oh, he was definitely taking you on dates more often. How could he not?

(Sorry if it's bad. It's my first fic. I hope you like it, though! I might fix this later, lol.)