#because it never fails to come out eventually that they’re ALL shit

[angeltannis]

Not someone in the OW tag saying you shouldn’t play games made by shitty companies and then recommending fucking Borderlands as a replacement

[inside-lees-mind]

Hello! For the dr stone event could we get the most likely to stop working when receiving an unexpected kiss on the cheek from their crush?

Thank you!

Dr. Stone Characters Most Likely To…

Stop Functioning When Receiving a Kiss on the Cheek

Ginro. Okay so he’d probably ask for it, but still never see it coming. He stops functioning. Like falls on his face if you ACTUALLY kiss his cheek. He tries to walk off to brag, and legitimately trips and eats shit.

Chrome. A blushing mess. Can’t talk. He’s just staring at you now. Eventually, he tries to talk, but he stutters a bit as he asks you what that was for.

Kinro. Doesn’t know what to do with himself. Did you just kiss him…? It was the cheek, but still. He’s never really had anybody do that so… he’s blushing and doesn’t know what to say.

Senku. He’d stop dead in his tracks. And that might not be because he’s nervous. Could be. If he likes you, his face loses color and he’s just stunned. If he doesn’t like you, his face loses color too, but he immediately starts complaining.

Francois. They’re shocked. They hardly ever break their professional butler persona (persona? Nah, just their lifestyle atp) but this one time… they blush a bright red. If they return the feelings, they might just sneakily give you a kiss on your cheek too once they calm down.

Tsukasa. Hear me out. He’s touch starved. He’s not one to lose his cool though, but admittedly, he stumbles a bit. He doesn’t show it too much, but he’s nervous.

Gen Asagiri. Ah yes, so great at acting and pretending, yet he fails miserably to act cool. His cheeks go red for a moment, but he pulls himself together fairly quickly to tease you.

Hyoga. He’s shocked, but he doesn’t show it at all. Maybe his cheeks get a little pink, but he does not fumble. He probably asks you what you did that for, depending on who you are, it may be laced with danger or may not.

Ryusui. He might just immediately pull you into a full blown kiss tbh. He’d tell you he loves you. He’s not scared. And he’s not lying either.

[hhughes]

i love your take on the at!reader x jack hughes 🥹 has me over hear giggling and blushing !!!

at!reader and jack definitely sit together on the planes when flying to an away game and the reader falls asleep on his shoulder and when the team teases jack about it, he shushes them and allows her to snuggle in closer to him 🥹🥹🥹

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ thank you. I adore them. and i’m so glad people are liking them as well <33

the first time he sat next to you on the plane was when he got hit in the previous game and his shoulder was acting up a bit. you didn’t have time to schedule an appointment and see him before the team was set to take off for their next game, so you suggested he come see you on the plane so you could hear what was going on and advise him accordingly.

jack ended up falling asleep next to you on that flight and had one of his best games ever when they landed. and jack wouldn’t consider himself a superstitious guy but he sat next to you on every flight after that. you’ve even started to develop your own little routine.

you’ll talk for a bit. catching up on whatever you’ve been doing the past few days. you’ll talk about superficial things at first. like what you watched the night before, what you had for dinner the previous night, what city you like travelling to the most.

but then eventually, a month or two in, no matter how hard you try not to, you form a comfortable friendship with jack and your conversations transform to conversations about how his brothers are doing, what his parents have been up to, and for some reason, all of the failed dates you’ve been on whenever the devils have a night off.

“he did not ask that!” jack laughs, astonished at the newest failed date you’re reliving with him

“he did! and I’ve never left a restaurant faster. I didn’t even finish my wine,” you pout and jack’s sent into another fit of giggles, knowing how much you love your wine.

“you have shit taste in guys,” jack says, smiling slightly when you hit his chest in retaliation

“I do not. there’s just been a couple of bad apples lately,” you mutter

“they’re all finance douchebags,” jack states matter-of-factly and you roll your eyes

“the finance guys deserve love too hughes,” you respond and jack bites his tongue at the way you address him by his last name. he hated when you did it, as if you were trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible and that was your way of making things go back to strictly professional.

“yeah maybe, not from you though. you deserve better,” he says softly, and and you send him a soft smile, your heart squeezing at his words.

not even five minutes after that conversation you were fast asleep on jack’s shoulder, soft breaths hitting his neck.

“hey, is doc up there? I need to talk to her,” jack hears one of the guys yell but doesn’t move or reply, not wanting to wake you.

“she’s sleeping,” jack explains as soon as nate comes into view

“I really gotta talk to her,” nate says, looking towards you hesitantly, as if he’s contemplating whether or not to wake you up.

“it can wait,” jack whispers, his tone making it clear he’s not negotiating on the statement but nate tries anyway.

“jack—“

“you’re not waking her up,” jack whispers sending nate a look and the older guy nods as he sighs

“yeah okay; it can wait,” nate says, making his way back to his seat and jack frowns as you shift and mumble incoherently

“jack” you murmur sleepily into his neck and he can’t respond for a few seconds because of the butterflies threatening to fly from his stomach out his mouth

“go back to sleep baby. I mean —“ jack panics, trying to backpedal but relaxes when he realizes you’re out again, probably not even having heard the pet name slip out and he releases a relieved sigh, resting his head on top of yours when his eyes start to feel heavy.

[lovelyjj]

omfg so i have read a lot of jj fics and never once have i come across a fic where reader or oc is as unhinged as jj. like in s1 when jj finds the gun they’re all like omg that’s so bad put it down but what if reader was like that’s so dope!!! lemme see it bam bam and takes pics with jj and shit. idk and then when he’s holding the gun to toppers head she’s like WORK IT SMOOCHIE!!!! it just makes me giggle

No because I love this idea!! thank you for this!

The pogues would always be kept on their toes with you and JJ and your behavior. The two of you always getting into trouble and being adventurous. The rest of the pogues were pretty much used to it by now.

When John B found the motel key you were intrigued. You were convinced that it would lead to something exciting. When you tried to report the sunken boat and it failed, you and the pogues decided to check out where the key leads for yourselves.

It was a no brainer that you were going with John B and JJ into the room. JJ was your partner in crime. You weren’t gonna let JJ have all the fun without you.

The HMS Pogue landed on the shore by the motel. John B and JJ got out of the boat. You followed closely behind.

“Let’s go,” John B clapped JJ on the shoulder.

“Why are all these mattresses out?” John B pondered.

“After a hurricane, they ditch ‘em ‘cause they’re all moldy,” JJ answered.

You, JJ, and John B walked up to the room while JJ tried to convince John B that Kiara was into him.

“This is it.” John B announced.

“Okay.” JJ stated.

“Here we go,” you anticipated what was gonna be inside.

JJ knocked on the door and said in a high pitched voice, “housekeeping.”

John B unlocked the door and the three of you entered the room. You all started looking through things. John B was looking through a bag and JJ was looking at a jacket.

You went into the bathroom and scanned the area. JJ went over to the nightstand and found a map.

John B eventually got the safe open, “holy shit.”

“Uh… JJ, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna want to see this.” John B insisted.

“Dude dude dude!” JJ excitedly said.

“Oh my god no way!” you exclaimed.

“You grabbed the gun,” John B was mad.

“This is a SIG Sauer.” JJ acknowledged.

“Put the gun back, JJ!” John B whispered yelled.

“This is a fucking spendy gatt, man.”

“Hey! Lemme see it please,” you voiced.

JJ gave you the gun and you felt powerful.

“Bam! Bam! Bam!” you held the gun out in front of you like you were gonna shoot it.

“Y/N, stop,” John B raised his voice.

“Take a pic of me.” you ordered.

“You wanna make our own incriminating evidence?” John B deadpanned.

“Fine I’ll do it myself, JJ get in here.”

You held up the gun in one hand and your phone in the other. You angled the camera so it could get you and JJ. You took some pictures. Then you set the phone on the nightstand and leaned it against the phone.

You put the phone on a timer and went back to back with JJ. You held the gun up near your face and took a couple photos like that.

“These are so sick!” you cheered as you looked at them.

All of a sudden you herd something from outside. John B looked out the window to see Kie and Pope. Then he looked out the window closest to the door. It was cops.

You hid outside the building on a ledge. When the cops left you all got out of there.

—————

Kiara’s idea for a kegger was a good one. You were excited to let loose and enjoy the party. JJ filled up a cup of beer for you which you gladly accepted.

The party was going well, you were dancing with JJ. When you wanted to take a break you went over to the keg. JJ got a drink for John B. But when he was going to give it to him Sarah and Topper walked by.

JJ offered the drink to Sarah, but then Topper said he’ll take it. That’s when a fight started to break out.

John B and Topper were getting into. Then it started to escalate. Topper was drowning him. You were scared because you knew John B could die at any moment.

JJ was getting worried as well. He knew he had to do something and do it fast. The only thing he could think of was the gun.

JJ pulled the gun on topper and pressed the gun to his temple.

“Yeah, you know what that is.”

“Get ‘em jayj!” you shouted.

“Give it to em good!” you yelled.

Everyone else was yelling at JJ to chill and to stop as well as to calm down. You however encouraged your boyfriend.

“You’re move, broski,” JJ warned.

Topper weakly said, “We’re good we’re good.”

Then JJ took matters into his own hands.

“Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!” Then he fired the gun in the air two times.

“You tell em baby!” You raised your voice.

—————-

JJ had the brilliant idea to rob a drug dealer. Everyone gave him a lot of shit for it. They yelled at him and told him they were fed up with his bullshit.

You however encouraged him saying, “Barry deserves it.”

All in all, you and JJ together is a force to be reckon with. You’re both very brave and strong and truly unhinged.

[lynzishell]

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Transcript below the cut:

Atlas: Dawn. Dawn: I know. Atlas: You crossed so many lines. Dawn: I know, okay? I know.

Atlas: Why didn’t you come to me? We could’ve talked it through before you did anything. Dawn: I… I didn’t think you’d understand. Atlas: That’s fair. I’m not sure I do. Dawn: Exactly.

Atlas: So, help me understand then. Explain it to me. Dawn: [sighs] Getting married and having a baby… it brought up a lot of feelings I wasn’t prepared for. Atlas: What kind of feelings?

Dawn: Feelings about mom. I hated that she wasn’t there, that she wouldn’t want to be, that she doesn’t even know she has a granddaughter and probably never will. I was sad and I was angry, and some days I even missed her which really caught me off guard. I started to wish that she was there, that she’d realize the ways she failed us and show up wanting to make amends.

Atlas: Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Dawn: [shrugs] I didn’t want to admit it, kept telling myself that I was being silly, that I should stop clinging to this idea of a mother that I’ll never have.   Atlas: What about Megan? I know she’s not your mom, but she loves you and she stepped in to help.

Dawn: I know. And I’m so grateful, I really am, but I couldn’t appreciate it at the time. Her being there almost made it more obvious what I was lacking, like it was being shoved in my face. This is going to sound so childish, but I didn’t want those things with her, I wanted them with my own mom, and I hated that I couldn’t have that. I became resentful, and then I felt guilty for not appreciating her.

Atlas: I had no idea.

Dawn: That’s because I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want anyone to. I thought if I told anyone, they’d think I was awful, so I kept it to myself, and it ate me up. And when Phoenix got that letter from his dad, it was like everything I wanted was being handed to him, and he wanted to just throw it away. I couldn’t let it go, and I let all that shit I’d been carrying cloud my judgement.

Atlas: Talk about shit timing. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been.

Dawn: Yeah. It was not my finest hour. Atlas: So, how are things now?

Dawn: They’re good. Phoenix spent a few days in Chestnut Ridge, got to meet his brother and talk things out with his dad. It was a struggle at first, but things are going well. He’s decided to give his dad a chance. He says it’s for Danny, because he wants to stay in touch with him, but I think it’s more than that.

Atlas: And you? How are you doing with everything? Dawn: Better. Li referred me to a therapist. I’ve only had one session so far, but I think it will be good for me. Atlas: That’s great. Li sounds like a good friend. Dawn: She is. I’m really glad I met her.

Dawn: So, what about you? You’re married now! Atlas: I know. Who would’ve thought? Dawn: Oh please. I always knew you two would get there eventually. Can’t say I’m not disappointed I didn’t get to be there for it, though. Atlas: I know, but we had to do it our way. And I’m really happy. Dawn: And I’m really happy for you. How is he doing, by the way?

Atlas: I don’t know. He’s struggling a bit. Hasn’t really been himself since we got home. Dawn: Losing Japer really hit him hard, didn’t it? Atlas: Yeah, it did. But I feel like there’s something more going on. Dawn: Like what?

Atlas: I’m not sure, but he’ll talk to me when he’s ready. He always does. Dawn: Ough, I wish I had your patience.

[sleepysnk]

a/n: this is a repost. i hope you guys enjoy! also, my characterization may be shit, so i apologize if he seems ooc!

pairings: kunigami rensuke x fem!reader

warnings: college au, mentions of alcohol consumption, party boy!kunigami, tutor!reader, kinda enemies to lovers, flirting, nsfw, smut, public sex (they’re at the uni library), exhibitionism, use of pet names (baby, princess, baby girl), virgin!reader, loss of virginity, dirty talk, praising, creampie.

synopsis: you were assigned to tutor the infamous party boy, kunigami rensuke. you really didn’t like him and he felt the same way about you, but that all began to change when you two started spending time with one another. you planned to meet him to help study for his english final, but kunigami wanted to tutor you in something other than academics.

study buddies ft. kunigami rensuke

Being a tutor at your university came with lots of good.

To be honest, you hadn’t expected to become a tutor. It was something one of your professors had suggested you do for some extracurriculars and it honestly didn’t sound so bad. You excelled in all of your courses and you honestly didn’t mind assisting those who needed it. The people who often came into the tutoring center were polite and were always looking for help in the right manner. You even helped a few students pass exams they swore up and down that they were going to fail. It was something you genuinely enjoyed seeing. Being able to help someone else made you such a happier person. It warmed your heart seeing their smiling faces when they showed you their exam results a few weeks later. You didn’t think you would enjoy tutoring that much, but it eventually became something you looked forward to.

You were a sophomore in college, so you knew a bit more than the freshmen who were coming into your university. Although the majors often differentiated, you were able to help with basic general education classes despite being a nursing major. You helped mainly with English, since it was your strong suit. You would help the students with writing essays or with homework assignments that required lots of thinking. It was fairly easy and you were able to help them out a lot with whatever they needed. It was rare for you to see anyone come back more than once, but if they did by chance, you would help out no matter what. 

It was a judgment free zone.

However, that zone soon started to fizzle out when a certain someone walked into the tutoring center on a Friday afternoon. 

Kunigami Rensuke.

For a minute, you thought him being there was a complete joke, so that’s why you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. You thought that he was looking for someone in there, but that was untrue when he approached you and asked if he was in the right place. It annoyed you that he was there, but what got you going the most was that he needed help with English. The subject that you tutored people in. 

Obviously the professor who was there recommended you right on the spot, and you wanted to disappear into the floor right then and there. You didn’t want to tutor him if you were being completely honest. You and Kunigami were both in the same grade and you really didn’t like him that much. He was honestly one of those weird party guys that spent his weekends making his liver suffer with the sips of alcohol. You had also heard plenty of things on campus from your peers about him, and he wasn’t one of the nicest guys out there. He had a mouth and often messed around whenever he could. There was a time freshman year when he swore to god he had an ego because he won one of his stupid soccer matches. All he spoke about was soccer and it never really attracted you. It was just some sport to you and you never paid much attention to it. It honestly amazed you that he was still able to play with how much he partied. Though, you didn’t care much. He wasn’t your problem and you wanted to steer clear of him.

That was practically impossible now because he was now another student you had to tutor.

Kunigami was close to failing his English class required for him to pass into the next year, which was no surprise to you. He explained that he had two exams upcoming that he had to ace in order to maintain a good GPA for soccer, so you honestly had no choice but to help him. As much as you tried to oppose it, the professor insisted and you were left to tutor him. 

He never batted much of an eye at you. He had seen you a few times on campus by yourself or occasionally with another friend, but otherwise, that was it. Kunigami spent too much time practicing for soccer or partying that he didn’t really care much for the random people he used to see on campus. Though, he didn’t fail to notice how tense you always seemed around him. You always kept your conversations fairly professional and you never crossed over to personal ones. He knew it was normal to keep it that way, but it was so odd to him. He reciprocated that energy and you never seemed to dislike it. He assumed that you probably didn’t like him and he didn’t know why, so it annoyed him. He’s never spoken to you, nor have you ever had a bad interaction, so what was the big deal? 

For a little while, both of you really didn’t like each other’s presence. 

It was strictly just tutor and student. There was never a moment where you and Kunigami got personal with one another. Hell, neither of you even cracked jokes around each other, which was unusual for Kunigami because he was such an easy going guy. He loves to talk to new people and make friends, because that’s just who he was. Despite him seeming intimidating at times. 

However, that began to change a few weeks after you helped Kunigami pass his first exam. 

He came to you with excitement, for once. He showed you the grade he received on his exam and it showed that he had passed with a high grade. It was the first time in his entire life that he scored that greatly on an exam like that. He couldn’t hide how happy he was around you, and to his surprise, you were thrilled for him. You were actually taken back by how well he had done that it genuinely impressed you. It made you wonder if he wasn’t just some party boy athlete who didn’t have a brain. It sounded cliche, but you wanted to know more. You didn’t know why or for what reason, but it made you so damn curious that it almost kept you up at night.

So, eventually, you began to become more friendly to the athlete.

With being nice came him beginning to open up to you just a bit more. You learned a lot about him in your time studying with him, and it turned out he was actually a pretty decent guy. Despite having such a relevant nature to him, he was actually pretty cool and you learned that you had some similar hobbies. Both of you liked the same shows and even some of the same music. It completely astonished you that he was similar to you in some aspects. You thought a guy like him would be the exact opposite if you were being honest, so it made you even more curious to know more things about him. 

Soon enough, study sessions turned into full on hangouts and you both started seeing one another more often.

Along with that came some interesting things from Kunigami.

Kunigami, although he somewhat hated to admit it, thought you were pretty attractive. You two were on opposite sides of the world, yet that didn’t stop him from finding you to be really pretty. He never thought he would see you that way, but he did. He found himself thinking of you at random hours and even yearning to see you whenever he had free time throughout the day. It was so new to him, but he didn’t regret spending any of his time with you. You made him laugh, smile, hell, any little emotion. He just liked that about you. You were able to make his day better with one small text or smile, and it was honestly amazing to Kunigami. There was nobody else in his life that could do such a thing to him. It was almost overwhelming in some ways. He just didn’t know how to not sound so corny whenever he spoke to you.

That didn’t stop him from flirting with you, though.

He was a big flirt and it was obvious. There were times where he would compliment you or hit you with a pickup line that would make your cheeks burn. You couldn’t lie, some of them were actually really good and they would make your heart flip from it. He knew how to wrap you around his finger and it didn’t help that he was pretty handsome. He was tall and quite a big guy too, so all of it would make you feel nervous. He just knew where to get you. He must have known where your weak points were, because he hit them all at the right moment. It had to be like a talent for him. 

“You look good today, pretty.”

“Yeah? Someone’s excited to see me.”

“Heh, give me a kiss then and maybe I’ll consider studying.”

“Do we really have to study? I wanna check you out right now.”

It’s all he did. You tried to brush it off for as long as you could, too, but your friends constantly pushed you to make a move on him. You have had boyfriends before and stuff like that, but you never became intimate with them. It was all years ago and you honestly forgot how to date somebody. They told you frequently that Kunigami liked you and he wanted you more than just a friend, but you were so unsure of what to do that you refrained from making any sort of move on him. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with anything, so you wanted to just watch. It just bugged you on the inside that there wasn’t much you could do.

You had to meet up with Kunigami that same day. He had a final exam coming up for his English class and he wanted some help with it. It was honestly no surprise, so you told him to meet you in the library. You didn’t have much going on that day anyway, so it wasn’t much of a problem. You planned to meet towards the end of the day so the library would be extra dead when you both arrived.

You thought it was going to be a usual day. Help Kunigami with studying and then you would go back to your dorm and start your assignments.

However, it was the opposite.

You didn’t expect to be on top of Kunigami with his cock buried inside of your pussy. Both of his hands were on your body. One was on your waist and the other was on your hip, guiding your body as you rolled onto his cock. He couldn’t believe things had ended up like this, but he just couldn’t hold back anymore. There was so much tension inside of the study room that he would be damned to let you go without doing a single thing. He also just couldn’t keep his eyes away from the skirt you wore on that day. Your pretty thighs were exposed for him to see and his mind played the most delicious images of him grabbing them and spreading your legs apart with his large hands. 

He was big, much bigger than you had expected him to be. Sure, you had fantasized about what it might look like, but seeing it in person made your eyes grow with awe. You didn’t know if you could take it, but Kunigami helped you with everything. He made sure to prep you with his fingers, but that didn’t even assist with the incredible stretch of his cock. 

Not to mention, you were a virgin, so this was a lot for you.

You hadn’t expected your first time to take place in such a public space. You were in a study room with Kunigami in the library of your university. It was already pretty late. There weren't many people there, so it was honestly not that bad, but there were still people lingering. Someone could hear you or even see you on top of him. It was so fucking hard to not let out a scream. He was making you feel like you were on fire and he was only pouring gasoline on you to make it burn even greater than before. His cock was splitting you apart and finding places inside you that made you feel on top of the world. If you knew he was going to be that great in bed, you would have fucked him much sooner and maybe in a different spot than this one. 

Kunigami was in heaven with how you felt. You were so tight. Your walls were gripping him like a vice and you refused to let him go. He thought you were lying at first when you said you were a virgin, but that completely went out the window when he saw your nervousness about his cock. He thought it was so cute when you were shivering as he entered your cunt. It was so warm and wet. He didn’t think you’d be that good, but it was much greater than he ever imagined.

His palms squeezed your hips. He was trying to teach you how to ride him and to have that control, but you had no clue. Kunigami wanted to be the one who showed you every little thing that was great about your body. Nobody else deserved to have that access to you more than he did. “Shit.. that’s it, baby, just keep going like that..” he looked up at you like you were an angel sent from Heaven itself. You were so gorgeous on top of him with your tits in his face.

You had your hands on his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life while his cock pumped in and out of your hole. White stars danced inside your vision every time his tip kissed at the button in you. It was so fucking good. “Ah..! Kuni.. I can’t! ‘Too much!” you whined, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt. 

He knew you were already close. Your pussy was starting to tighten and feel even more wet than it already was before. There was also something about your body language that told him that. Your twitchy thighs, sharp moans, your hold on him getting tighter with every thrust. He could read you like a book. It only gave him motivation to make sure you finished off nicely. He wanted to see you fall apart on his cock. You’d be satisfied once he was done with you and that was a fact. 

Kunigami then gripped your hips harshly. He started thrusting upwards into you, sending you over the edge with pleasure. Your mouth fell agape from the pace he set himself at. His cock was so fucking big that every thrust made your mind become cloudy. It was becoming even more difficult now to stay quiet. You feared someone would hear you or come by to see what was going on between you both, but you just couldn’t resist anymore. He was driving you up the wall that if you stayed quiet you’d probably go insane from it. 

The pit inside your belly was only growing deeper and deeper. You leaned into Kunigami’s ear so you could speak, but to also place your head on his shoulder. You felt so weak. Your body was pushed past its limits and you honestly wondered if you were going to be able to walk out of there after that. “Kunigami..! Fuck.. so good, it’s so good!” your fingers clenched around his shirt, trying your best to hold back any obnoxious cries of pleasure.

He couldn’t lie, he felt the same exact way about you.

He gripped the fat of your thighs and dragged his hands wherever he could place them. You had such a pretty body. It still astounded him that he was the one to take your virginity. “Yeah..? It’s good, princess?” he questioned, smirking. “Then cum on my cock, baby girl.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore and just let yourself go for him. After a few thrusts, your pussy clamped around his cock. Your orgasm hit you, hard. Your whole body practically shook in Kunigami’s hands and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying his name like it was a prayer. A creamy white ring circled around his cock and your walls spasmed while he fucked you through your orgasm. Seeing you act in such a manner made Kunigami all the more determined to finish up. He wanted nothing more than you. 

Kunigami continued bouncing you on his cock. You were tired, exhausted even, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you. His own orgasm was creeping upon him. His dick was twitching and there was a knot that had formed in his abdomen. “F-Fuck.. ‘gonna cum, baby!” he groaned. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy..”

Within seconds, he reached his high. Kunigami gritted his teeth as his orgasm finally washed over him. His cum filled your cunt, seeping into your womb. It made you shiver when that warmth spread across your belly, but it felt so fucking good that you honestly craved it more than you would like to admit. 

You both sat there for a bit, trying to recover from your orgasms. You were now pretty exhausted and Kunigami was somewhat sweaty. He had his arm snaked around your waist and your head was lying against his chest. You honestly wanted to fall asleep right then and there, but you knew eventually you would have to go back to your dorm which was kind of a lengthy walk. Judging by how your thighs felt, though, you weren’t sure that was even going to happen. You sort of regretted having such a fast pace put on you, but in the moment it was like you were on cloud nine.

Kunigami sighed, looking down at you with a grin. He thought you looked so cute laying on him like that. You seemed so sleepy and out of it if he was being honest. “I still gotta study for my exam..” he chuckled, which made you laugh in return.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You are capable of doing it on your own..” you said, jokingly.

He placed his chin atop your head, feeling a big smile write itself onto his features. He really liked being with you right now. He never imagined he’d be in such a position, but he didn’t have a single regret about it. “Nah, I’d prefer to have my study buddy with me..” he replied, squeezing you tightly.

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

Y’know what I REALLY want

Time-travel Luffy-Raises-ASL-Fic where Ace still joins the Whitebeard Pirates. He isn’t motivated by wanting to surpass Roger anymore, but being a great pirate is still his dream, so their interactions start the same as in canon, with Ace attacking Whitebeard and Whitebeard offering to adopt him.

However, this time, the reason Ace freaks out and refuses isn’t because of his daddy issues or because he thinks Whitebeard will never accept the son of his enemy. It’s because Ace already has a dad. The best dad! Fuck you, old man, Ace doesn’t need another dad!

I imagine a better-adjusted Ace would end up charming the Whitebeards even faster than he did in-canon, with them doing stuff like patching him up post-failed-assassination-attempt and giving him meals like in canon, but with him thawing much faster and forgetting he’s supposed to be an enemy to these people because this time his childhood was full of friends and little brothers and adventure and joy, so he’s cracking jokes and having conversations and then remembering he’s Here On A Mission and shutting down again. And this means that they probably wear him down faster too, cause Ace was raised to see the value of family and these guys have it in spades (ha!).

Which all means that eventually, one day, instead of making the expected attempt on Whitebeard’s life, Ace instead asks if they’ve got a Den Den he could borrow.

Ace calls his dad, of course, and is already listing his million and one excuses for why he can’t join this crew and how this is so dumb and he just wanted to check in cause he hasn’t done that in a while and he knows his dad worries—

And I imagine a more mature, grown-up Luffy who remembers his brother being so very starved for love would have a lot to say about how lots of people have two fathers and he could never be upset or offended by the idea that more people might want to love and protect and support Ace, but what I really want is for him to say all that and then go “actually, put Whitebeard on the phone. Yes, really. Right now.”

So Ace has to shuffle awkwardly out on deck to hand over the Den Den like “my dad………. Wants to talk to you.”

And of course this is too funny to make private, so Whitebeard is right there on deck on speaker while all of his nosy children drop what they’re doing to crowd around and listen to this while Ace’s dad is like “Hi! I hear we’re splitting custody.”

I imagine this would be kinda weird for Whitebeard too honestly. Most of his children are orphans or come from troubled backgrounds. He’s never adopted someone who already had loving parents waiting for them back home, but here he is, chatting with this man who does not seem the least bit intimidated by speaking to Captain Whitebeard Himself.

Newgate immediately decides he likes this guy, of course, and they strike up an immediate friendship, of course. And then months later on some island when someone overhears Whitebeard affectionately mention his “co-parent” and jumps to conclusions and spreads the news about Whitebeard’s Secret Lover, the two team to do their solemn fatherly duty of antagonizing the shit out of their poor kids by Not Correcting The Rumor.

[baejax-the-great]

Kintsugi

Achilles x Patroclus | M | Epilogue to Agua Caliente

Achilles is in his bed for the last time.

Patroclus sits in his desk chair, weight on its back two legs, his feet propped against the mattress, using his toes to tilt himself back and forth as he watches Achilles sleep. It’s so rare to see his face look so peaceful, for his brow not to be just a little furrowed in concern at all times. Serene like this, even in the orangey light from the streetlamps outside, he is so beautiful.

This scene plays out almost every night Achilles stays over. In his middle age, his body seems to have grown even more inflexible than his mind. Achilles can argue with himself for an entire weekend about minutely changing his schedule for Monday and eventually win, facing his victory with steely determination, but no matter what, at nine thirty, he will be nodding off wherever he is. 

Patroclus has never been so lucky. He’s fought with insomnia on and off most of his life, and even when he isn’t struggling, nine thirty is a bit early for him. The nice thing is that when Patroclus does finally fall asleep, he sleeps like a corpse according to Achilles. It keeps the boys from waking him up when they’re in town, or so he’s been told, as they’ve never managed it.

Achilles is very easy to rouse, though if Patroclus wakes him up too soon after he’s fallen asleep whether on purpose or by accident, Achilles’ mood is so foul that he’s liable to fall out of love with Patroclus permanently. He can see it in his eyes. After the first hour or so of sleep, however, he’s easy to placate on waking, particularly if Patroclus has woken him up for the purpose of engaging in his favorite way of battling insomnia, which generally involves Achilles’ enthusiastic participation.

If Patroclus wakes him for any other reason, he can still assume the first thing Achilles will do on opening his eyes is kiss whatever part of him is closest. It’s Pavlovian at this point. Achilles informed him that on one of the few nights he’d slept alone in recent memory, his cat had woken him up at some early hour in the morning, and he found himself intolerably horny while shutting the beast out of his room, which he felt very weird about. Other nights he wakes up without Patroclus’s intervention at all, face flushed and searching for him on the bed. If he finds Patroclus still at his desk working or reading a book, he’ll ask, “Is it still too early?”

It’s such a change from the old days when Patroclus would fight against sleep for as long as he could because he knew as soon as morning came, Achilles would be gone, and he wouldn’t know when he’d be back. It took months to believe Achilles would stay in the mornings, that he would really come back after his daily runs, Patroclus nursing a tea and trying not to glower at the clock and lose his shit when it went past the time he thought Achilles should be back by. Everything was like that for a while, Patroclus thinking that if he pretended to trust Achilles, maybe eventually he would. Maybe Achilles would prove himself trustworthy. The only way to find out was to give him the space to fail.

Lately, Patroclus doesn’t even turn on the coffee pot the nights Achilles stays over because he knows Achilles will be back with his order sooner or later, sweaty and smiling and offering to drive Patroclus to work if he wants.

As of tomorrow, that won’t be a concern at all.

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[hannie-dul-set]

can you pretty please do sunghoon?

[same face, different feelings]. park sunghoon has always thought you were a piece of shit. 

ever since you walked into the frat house with an arrogant stride, an arrogant face, and an unwelcoming demeanor that just pisses him off from the very first inhale of your existence, he knew you’d never get along. he knew you’d eventually do something to piss him off.

and you did. which, in retrospect, was great because the aftermath to the whole…situation was you voluntarily moving out of the house, and that meant sunghoon didn’t have to deal with seeing your face for the next three months. reap what you saw, motherfucker, or however the saying goes. whatever. doesn’t matter because the quality of sunghoon’s life has become exponentially better.

that is until you decided to move back in again.

“i can’t believe you have the guts to come crawling back here after the shit you pulled last summer, you son of a bitch.”

and the words jump out of his throat before he even realizes it.

“hoon, play nice. that’s water under the bridge now,” jake tells him. “hey, dude! it’s glad to have you back!”

it’s one thing how you don’t even look the slightest bit remorseful about what you did. it’s another thing how your response was to look at him as if you didn’t even know what you did wrong.

now that pisses him off tenfold. why the fuck did jungwon even let you back in?

yet park sunghoon’s anger towards you made him fail to notice all the little things that were just the slightest bit off. have you ever been close with sunoo and niki? no, he doesn’t think so, but he never cared enough to give a shit about your relationships. jake and heeseung have been complaining that you don’t game or play soccer with them anymore, but who gives a fuck about that when your tendency of being a fucking whore shows turns a head yet again when he catches you and jang wonyoung stumble out of your bedroom, the latter hazy-eyed and flushed, when this morning he was just texting her to come over.

“they’re saying it’s just a misunderstanding! nothing happened between them, just let it go, man.”

sunghoon feels worse than heartbreak when he sees his best friend defending you, knowing full well you were the cause of his sister’s own heartbreak last summer. what the fuck? jay of all people knows how much he hates you. but turns out, the object of his hatred for the past two months isn’t the same person he’d hated at first glance.

things start making more sense when you gather them all in the living room one day—

“w—wait, what do you mean you’re not him?”

—and drop the big fucking bomb that for the past three months, you’ve been filling in the shoes of your twin brother and receiving the brunt of all his hatred.

all that information was too much for him to handle right now.

so the natural reaction is to run off to wherever his legs took him.

“sunghoon.”

that somewhere just had to be an obvious hiding spot. the rooftop of the shared house, in between the shrubs and the greens now drenched in the night where he’s crouched down and looking up to. but he’s not looking up at the stars in the sky. he’s looking at you—

“why are you wearing a mask?”

—half obscured by a medical cover which makes the guilt and hatred retching in his gut all the more complicated.

“i figured it would be weird for you to look at me when i look like that son of a bitch,” you say lightly. oh, so you also know how trashy that guy is, he thinks, and you crouch down in front of him, as if to tell him. yeah, i do. that’s why i’m in this situation in the first place. “if you can’t get an apology from him, i thought i could at least do it on his behalf.”

how considerate. he should’ve known that you were a different person. but god, every time he saw you, his animosity just jumped the gun before any other feeling could, so now he feels like shit, groaning with his head in his hands. “no, it’s just— i’ve hated your brother for fucking around with my sister, but i’ve been treating you like shit these past few months and that makes me no better than him.”

“no, you are! if i were you, i would’ve kicked my own ass the moment i stepped into the house,” you snap back. “the fact that you can even look at me and listen to me right now tells me that you’re a better person than he could ever be.”

with that, sunghoon lifts his head back up, and is met face to face with the same eyes he’s scorned just up until earlier this evening.

wrongfully so. had he looked a little closer, he would’ve noticed there’s not a single hint of arrogance in the way you’ve ever looked at him in these past three months. god, he’s terrible. the piece of shit is him, not you.

“that mask must be uncomfortable,” he mutters. “you can take it off.” 

albeit hesitantly, you do, and once more sunghoon is slapped in the face with just how alike you and your brother look, and he has to swallow down his body’s automatic reaction of inherent hostility, but it doesn’t come.

it’s the same face. the same face, but he’s feeling differently. maybe now that his vision isn’t blurred and addled by anger, he’s able to see more clearly.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [jay]

[glennjaminhow]

How about a hurt/comfort fic where Luther gets out of prison and beats Mac up and Mac takes the bus to PennU and shows up on Dennis’ doorstep all sad and upset and in need of love 👀

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it!

~

April 24, 1996

Mac is half asleep when he hears the front door unlock.

He’s lounging in bed, a box fan pointed at his feet and an ashtray balanced on his chest. The mattress is bare except for the blanket he stole from Dennis before he left for UPenn. It’s soft and blue like Dennis’ eyes, and, if Mac focuses enough, he can still smell Dennis’ fancy cologne nestled in the fabric. A mostly smoked joint smolders between his lips as he stares up at the water-stained ceiling, an arm folded beneath his head. His only plan today is to get stoned out of his mind. It’s his day off from the construction site, and his whole body fucking hurts. It doesn’t help that he works six days a week – at least twelve hour days each – so he can keep up with all the bills, especially since Mom quit Jiffy Lube.

He just wants to spend the day at home in bed gorging himself on weed and, eventually, pizza.

But that doesn’t happen.

One second Mac is taking a hit, perfectly comfortable and wrapped in Dennis’ blanket. The next second he’s yanked out of bed so hard his brain spins. Stomach swimming near his toes, he inhales sharply and immediately notices who’s standing in front of him.

“Dad? What are you doing he–”

But he doesn’t get to finish the question.

Dad’s fist collides with his mouth, sucker punching the shit out of him. Mac stumbles back, bracing himself against the wall, panting. He shakes his head and tries to talk, tries to reason with this giant anger ball in front of him, but he can’t speak. It’s like his tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth, and words just won’t come out. Dad gets closer and closer, until he’s breathing down Mac’s neck. His heart pounds, and his lips tremble, but he doesn’t make any movements. Maybe if he stays silent and still – the way his parents prefer him to be – then Dad will leave him alone.

“Son,” his dad starts, voice dangerously even and callous. “What the fuck did you do?”

Mac’s teeth chatter. He wavers uncertainly his spot. Dad must notice because he immediately puts his rough hands on his shoulders, rooting his socked feet further into the floor. Tears swell in his eyes, and he tries to blink them away, but he fails, and they stream over his cheeks, mixing with the blood coating his chin. But he doesn’t move. He can’t move. Crying isn’t his normal response when his dad – unexpectedly or not – acts like this, but it was a surprise, and Mac was half asleep, and he doesn’t need – doesn’t want – his dad to know that he scared him.

He's such a fucking baby. No wonder his parents hate him.

So why does he try so hard to please them?

“Jesus Christ. What the fuck is wrong with you?” his dad asks.

He doesn’t say anything. He looks down at the ground and sniffles, wiping at his face and chin.

And of course he doesn’t say anything when Dad’s fist smashes into his stomach, causing him to double over and spit up blood on the tattered carpet. Dad forces him to stand upright, grabbing his cheek with is rough hand and pressing the back of his head against the wall.

“I asked you a question.”

Mac’s lips quiver. “I-I… I don’t know wh-what’s wrong with me…”

“No. Not that, you little shit,” Dad says. “You ratted me out, didn’t you?”

Mac’s eyes widen. He instantly shakes his head once, twice, three times. “I would n-never do that!”

Dad squeezes his neck and cheek harder, fingers digging into his flesh hard enough to leave bruises. “But you did.”

“No, I didn’t! I swear!”

“Tell me the truth, son.”

Dad inches closer. They’re breathing the same air. Only Mac isn’t just breathing; he’s close to hyperventilating. He doesn’t like being closed in, and he doesn’t like being manhandled, and he doesn’t like how horrifying his dad is being right now. He didn’t do anything. He didn’t do anything wrong. All he does is go to work, come home, and visit Dennis on his day off during the week. He barely speaks to Mom, and all she does is grunt in response when he does try to tell her something. This is the first time he’s seen his dad in over a year since his most recent parole violation that landed him back in prison.

“I swear. I didn’t do anything.”

There’s another blow to his stomach. Dad lets go and pushes him to the floor. Mac listens to his bootheels click as he walks away, waiting until he hears the front door slam shut before he starts coughing. Only there isn’t enough oxygen in the room for him now, and he curls up in a ball on the carpet, protectively holding his abdomen and fighting through tears. He has literally no idea what just happened, but it doesn’t take a rocket genius to know that his dad hates him and thinks he betrayed him, only he would never do that to his father. Knows how serious and important his business is, whether he’s in jail or not.

He lays on the floor for what feels like an eternity, poking at his stomach and busted lip. He is trying really hard to do that thing that Dennis does all the time, where he turns off his emotions and lets himself just exist. Only he doesn’t feel like existing right now, not really. The room feels hazy, and he feels numb, yet wants to bawl his eyes out, and he doesn’t understand where any of this came from or why his father hates his freaking guts. He’s never done anything other than try to be a good son, but he knows he sucks. Until he ratted out all the drug dealers in school, he couldn’t sell even a fourth of his weekly supply on his own. Yeah. That’s probably why Dad hates him. He’s useless.

That’s okay. It’s okay. He’s okay.

He’s okay there’s just something obviously wrong with him he can’t get his parents to love him even though he pays all the bills and cooks Mom dinner every night and does all the laundry and always makes sure there’s food in the house and cleans up after himself and is super duper quiet when he walks to the bathroom or kitchen and most of all he’s tried to tell them that he loves them that he wants to be around them and be a normal family but there’s nothing normal about what just happened and he knows that he knows that so why’s he still trying and why does it hurt so much he only wants to be a good son but he can’t ever do anything right and no one else in the world cares about him except Dennis and Charlie and maybe that bird Dee but they’re not here and he’s alone and Charlie is working at a diner as a janitor and Dee and Dennis are at school Dennis he misses Dennis Dennis always knows how to keep him calm and –

Dennis.

Mac wipes his eyes and tries to control his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Steady. It’s about precision, Dennis says. He has to be steady with his emotions.

He misses Dennis.

And even though he just saw the dude last week, the closest he feels to God is when he’s with Dennis.

Mac sits up. He winces at the uncomfortable twinge in his stomach and hiccups when he feels a slight bulge where his ribs are supposed to be securely in place. Okay. Not the best sign. But he’ll be okay. He can power through this. Dad didn’t mean to hurt him. He lost control a little bit, and Mac was in the way, as usual. You know what? He’ll apologize the next time he sees him. Yeah. He’ll say he’s sorry, and Dad will hug him and tell him it’s okay, and they’ll be father and son again. Maybe then they can go to the park and have a catch.

He pulls himself up, standing on a shaky legs and gripping his right side, where the bulge moves with each breath. He slides his feet into worn boots, grabs his wallet and keys, and sucks in a deep breath.

Outside, the sun is shining high in the sky. He breathes in the smell of freshly cut grass. He loves springtime, even if it does make Dennis’ allergies go totally insane. He loves how alive the earth feels. Maybe he can salvage today.

Maybe.

Mac walks to the bus stop and stands with his arms crossed, hand holding his side in place.

It takes fifteen minutes for the bus to come. By the time he gets on, sweat is beading on his temple and dripping from his hairline. The rest of his body feels like it’s slowly shutting down. He didn’t get home until six this morning, having got to work at noon the day before. He trudges to an open seat, watching as people stare at him like he’s a ghost or a demon dog or something. It’s probably his busted lip that they’re looking at. Or the dried blood on his chin. Either way, it’s pointless to stare.

“Mind your own business, bozos,” Mac mutters, nestling himself into a window seat.

The ride to UPenn typically doesn’t take long. It’s only, like, ten stops away. But today for some reason it takes forever, and Mac is so tired, and now his lip is starting to throb along with his side, where something is definitely dislocated. He sniffles and lays his head on the cool glass, letting his eyes flutter open and closed for what feels like an eternity.

Somehow he doesn’t miss his stop, which he’s grateful for. He can’t imagine turning around and going back home now.

The looming UPenn buildings look even more bigger than usual. Or maybe it’s just that he feels more smaller. He doesn’t know. All he knows is that Dennis understands how to make him feel better. Whenever he needs to escape, whenever he needs to get away from everything for a little while, he knows he can always go to Dennis, and he’ll be there. He’ll be there like he was when they shared blunts and cigarettes under the bleachers every single morning, lunch, and afternoon. He misses Dennis. He can’t wait for him to come home for the summer.

Mac ducks his head and trudges to Dennis’ dorm, narrowly avoiding making eye contact with anyone.

It’s 12:53 PM on a Wednesday, not his usual Saturday morning visit, when he knocks on the door to room 237.

The moment Dennis opens the door, Mac bursts into tears, hiding his face in his palms.

“What the hell happened to you?” Dennis asks.

Only his voice isn’t rough and oozing irritation – anger – like his dad’s.

No, Dennis’ voice is concerned and a little frantic.

Dennis ushers him inside, and Mac has never been more grateful for Dennis’ single suite than he is right now. Dennis guides Mac to his bed, and Mac hisses the moment he sits down, dropping his hands from his face in favor of grabbing his side instead. This makes the tears fall faster and harder, until he is fully sobbing. He pretends not to melt when he feels Dennis pull him close, allowing Mac to hide his snotty face in his neck. Mac hiccups and breathes in the smell of cinnamon and vanilla and Dennis.

And he could stay like this for the rest of his life.

If only his life were as simple as Dennis holding him.

“What happened?” Dennis whispers.

Mac splutters against warm skin. “H-He hates me…” he whispers.

“Who?”

“My d-dad.”

“Your dad? Is he the one who did this to you?”

Mac nods.

“He’s out of prison?”

Mac shrugs.

He hears Dennis sigh. “I’m gonna kick his fucking ass.”

Mac wants to laugh. Wants to throw his head back and cackle, but he doesn’t. Can’t. Isn’t sure he has the energy. But he does find it endearing – and sweet – that Dennis wants to take on his dad in a fight. Dennis may be a whole inch taller than him, but he’s half a foot shorter than his dad. Not to mention that Dennis is teeny tiny and his dad is crazy jacked.

“Are you okay?"

It’s a question that sucks the air out of his lungs.

Is he okay?

Is he okay?

“I…” his voice trails off. He sounds stuffed up. Everything hurts. “I dunno.”

“You need to lay down,” Dennis whispers. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can take a nap.”

Dennis gets to his feet, and Mac finds it hard to untangle himself from the comforting embrace. He lies down on the mattress – filled with all the blankets and pillows in the galaxy – and closes his eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Dennis says, voice soft. “Here. Take these.”

He blearily opens his eyes. Sees Dennis standing there with a bottle of water and some pills. It takes all the effort in the world for him to prop up on his elbows. The water is cool on his throat.

“'s it?” he murmurs. He falls back against the pillows, wincing at the throb in his side.

“Tylenol.”

Then there’s something warm and wet dabbing his chin, carefully wiping away the dried blood. Something else touches his lip, and he hisses.

“Neosporin,” Dennis whispers. “Try not to lick it off.”

Mac nods.

And he wonders how he ended up here, being taken care of and feeling… wanted. Loved.

When he’s around Dennis, he can’t help but feel whole, like his place on this earth isn’t dictated by anyone or anything other than the two of them.

Dennis fusses around the dorm room. Mac listens to the pitter patter of his bare feet against the tile floor, half asleep. He hears a fan turn on. Feels it being pointed at him. Feels a comforter being draped over him. Mac nestles in, curling up the best he can.

Feels Dennis settling down beside him on the twin XL bed.

Feels Dennis wrapping an arm around his waist.

Feels Dennis’ warm breath on his neck.

Feels Dennis.

It’s enough.

It’s more than enough.

[b3rrymilks]

𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖙

synopsis ; THIS ENTIRE FIC IS BASED FROM https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Rm5pDA/ (slide 9) PLS READ IT BEFORE READING!! ALL CREDS TO @/candle.wishes ON TT. pt 2

story note ; pure angst. no happy ending. violence, nearing character death. // i added the fact reader got bit by a radioactive spider that only gave them the super strength and ability to stick to walls. no spidey senses.

authors note ; this isn’t proofread, and it’s rushed ☹️ sauryy but I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS WHEN MY FRIEND SENT IT TO ME ON TIK TOK! ART CRED : thokzu on tt

pairing ; miles morales (e!42) x fem!reader

LOOK INTO MY EYES.

🕷️. “get up, it’s time.” you’d heard your uncle say. he had pushed your legs from the relaxed position they were propped in. “now?? it’s like 1 am” you squinted at the red analog clock. “stop complaining and get ready, we need to hit this bank before they open.” you uncles cold voice had told you to stop asking questions and to hurry up and get ready.

your uncle was the leader in these big plans, but after recent fuck ups, you were taken from the main plan.

“but why??” you asked, holding your arms out in a confused manner. “because you can’t hold your own, we need you out of the actual action.” your uncle replied, ignoring your presence. “but it’s never been my fault, it’s always—“ your uncle had completely shut your statement down. “but but but? you have YET to complete something i ask you to do. you fail at every little thing. you’re not ready.” he had nearly yelled at you.

your family has been doing this for years, it was only recently when “the prowler” had began disrupting your part of the plans. even though you tried to tell your family it wasn’t your fault the plans went to shit, they never believed you. a week ago, you’d gotten bitten by a strange spider while scoping out the bank. you brushed it off as you were in the middle of escaping the authorities.

you’d gotten an intense increasing to your strength, surpassing your uncle.

the plan went active tonight.

“don’t fuck this up.” your brother warned you before leaving to his role in this. “alright, once your mother hacks the cams and alarm system, we’re in. y/n you’re on lookout. make sure no one catches wind of what we’re doing, got it?” you rolled your eyes at the fact you were lookout, and that your brother took your spot in assisting your uncle with breaking in. “yeah whatever.” you replied through the radio.

minutes of silence passed, it felt like the smallest move and your entire presence would be exposed. perching on the building for lookout, the alarms and cams had finally been hacked. “they’re down, now!” your mother announced through the radio. you watched as your uncle and brother entered the bank. “you only have about 8 minutes before the alarms reactivate and give away what’s happening here, we need to—.” the static had interrupted your moms voice, but before you could take action, a heavy blow came to your stomach.

rolling from the impact, you quickly caught yourself and stood upwards.

“you didn’t think i’d let this go by unnoticed did you?” his voice was changed by the mask he wore.

that stupid mask that he always wore. the holo eyes were slanted, and a light purple color.

“i’m so fucking sick of you!” you yelled at him before charging towards him.

you two both collided by trading punches. yours weren’t as strong due to the heavy hit you’d just taken. sharp pains had shot through your stomach. the adrenaline hadn’t kicked in yet, leaving you in pain.

“i’m not letting you continue this life of crime you seek, not here.” he spoke between every punch he threw. every attack you threw at him, he saw it coming.

you didn’t give up. eventually, his attacks had gotten sloppy, signaling he was tiring himself out. you two had gotten closer to each other, more hits connecting and blood had been drawn.

“just give up already,” he spoke again, watching you catch your breath. in his eyes, he saw your mask was ripped, catching light of your face. little by little.

glaring at him, you’d observed that there were cracks in his mask. “you’re never going to—“ you were sick of his constant mocking, talking and presence in general.

charging at him again, you’d tackled him and took hold of his neck. the adrenaline had finally come, and the pain was now gone. you straddled his waist, pressing your fingers against his esophagus. “i’m so sick of you belittling me. just like everyone in my family.” you seethed at him, watching air slowly leave his body. his claws held onto your wrists, tapping them profusely. “i’m not letting you go this time.” you began laying heavy blows to his mask, feeling it break.

your knuckles had began bleeding. blood hit the ground as you kept punching him, over and over again. you weren’t giving up, he attempted to reach up to your mask, reaching for the remains of it.

as the glass of his mask began to break, it exposed each feature, one at a time. first it cracked near his eyes. brown eyes.

then it began to crack near his nose. his nostrils were flared due to the pain he was enduring.

upon one final blow, the mask had finally completely broken. holding up your fist, preparing for one last blow, you took a look at the boy that had been ruining everything for you.

the claws had now broken, falling to the ground as he held up his hands in defense. his eyes were nearly swollen. blood had trailed down from his nose. his lips were bloodied. his face was decorated with cuts, all which were seeping blood. you relaxed your grip on his throat.

he had began inhaling large amounts of air, as you had completely frozen. he had finally peeled off your mask, revealing your face.

“wh— no, no no no no.” you silently wished it was all just a dream. this couldn’t possibly happen.

you watched miles struggle to breathe, struggle to open his eyes fully, struggle to even move.

“miles?”

“y/n?” through coughs, and broken breaths he still managed to speak.

the boy you dearly wanted to protect. the boy you went to school with. the boy that you always wanted to see in your spare time, the boy you loved. the boy you lived next to, was nearly dead from your hands.

you got up, quickly backing up. everything in your head began spinning. the pain had nearly caught up with you, throbbing had come to your head. you watched him hold his side, still coughing.

“no, no.” was the phrase you kept repeating, over, over and over again. “please.” you begged.

3 HOURS LATER.

you hid in your room, lights off, in complete darkness. hugging your knees close to your chest. the light suddenly turned on, and your uncle and brother came in. “what happened to you?? you almost ruined the entire—“ finally stopping the scolding, he had seen how injured you were. cuts and bruises blemished your skin, and your knuckles. “what happened to you?” the question had more emotion tied to it, as he kneeled down to touch you.

flinching from his touch, you remained quiet. “do you wanna tell me what happened?”

whenever you closed your eyes, all you could see was miles’ bloodied face. before you knew it was him, whenever you closed your eyes, you’d see his smile.

you trembled under anyone’s touch. the pain had died down, leaving you with sudden shots of pain every now and then. you hadn’t washed the blood from your body. you’d raise your shaking, cut open, bloody hands to show yourself what you did to the person you cared the deepest for.

“it was miles.” you silently whispered.

[milestonekestrel]

ok fantasy AU again!!

by popular demand (I wanted to do this immediately after I posted the other drawings lol) I will share my little rambles!!

Long post… lots of yapping under the cut

Below is what I wrote for the backstory of the AU!

Fantasy world…. Yay..

So I’m making most of this up as I type. Be prepared for changes and mildly bad plot summaries 👍👍👍

Anyway.. Suze and Caz Are newlyweds, they live on the outskirts of a village. They’ve got a farm out there, since it’s a decent ways away, and it’s right up against a little forested overlook. Caz goes hunting there, and eventually attracts the attention of everyone’s favorite bird guy.. 

Caz constantly catches Billy staring from the overlook. Or like. Skulking around outside the farm. And eventually he starts disturbing the livestock / crops and just being generally unsettling. And also he could soon be a danger to Caz, Suze, or the town. So he gets to work on making more bolts for the crossbow to kill it. You need silver for creatures like these. 

First time he tries to shoot it while it’s on the overlook. He hits it (guess where lol) but it gets away. He tries to ambush it the next day, thing’s gotta eat, right? Well, it works. He even gets the upper hand, he’s got the crossbow against Billy’s chest and his finger on the trigger. Only.. he doesn’t take the shot. Something about the eyes. Strikingly.. familiar? It feels like he’s seen them before. 

He misses his chance </3 Billy kicks him away and runs off. Which is weird, actually. Should’ve killed him. Suppose he got lucky?

Anyway, he brings Harpies up to the preacher, in the town. Same thing he’s been told all his life, that they’re violent, godless creatures. Pests, really. Trying and failing to mimic humans. Same way all creatures like them do. 

Well, doesn’t exactly line up with what he saw. And, at any rate, he needs those bolts back. So he goes back into the forest, this time with a peace offering. He hadn’t seen it around for a few days, with any luck, it’ll be hungry. 

It won’t come out until he leaves, but he’s a stubborn man, so he keeps coming back. Eventually, he catches it taking the food. 

He gets lucky, again, that it understands him. And considerably less lucky that it can’t return the bolts, seeing as they’re still stuck in its flesh. 

Caz feels oddly guilty, and he tries and fails to help Billy out. He’s never been very good with medical issues, and he has no thing but his crossbow and whatever’s in the forest. 

So hes kinda like “well… my wife would do this way better than me.” 

And hes lucky she 1. Is very open-minded and 2. Loves him, because bro is straight up just dragging a Harpy back to their house. 

Well, it all works out. Caz gets his bolts back, Billy can fly again uninhibited (though now considerably more clumsily), and they also get a new farmhand, basically. Billy keeps showing up, still cautious, at first. But eventually he is kind of adopted into the household, and he helps out. Extra hands are always welcome, to be honest. 

Unfortunately, things don’t stay this good </3

Barclay is the preacher, and also Suze’s father. He’s never really gotten over the fact that Suze and Caz married, and though he thinks Caz is a “fine man,” he does NOT respect him. Caz gets into a bit of an argument with him, and Barclay grabs him. He’s not in physical danger, not really (Barclay couldn’t do shit to him 😭 Caz would fold him in five seconds flat) but Mr. Eavesdropper Billy does not understand that. He swoops in and attacks Barclay. 

Caz is able to pull him off and berate him for it, but the damage is done. Barclay is sprinting back to the town, howling about the McLeary’s Harpy. 

They high tail it back home, and have to really frantically fill Suze in. They’re trying to pack things up so they can leave, but Wuh oh, the townspeople gather outside the house before they can. Organized by Barclay, who demands Caz snd Suze hand over “that thing” so they can kill it. Obviously they’re not fond of the idea, and they’re trying to devise a plan to sneak away without having to go head to head with the entire town when they smell it.

Uh oh, that’s smoke. That is the smell of their house being lit on fire. 

They get smoked out, only to see the fire has spread to the grass around the house, dried from the sumner heat. So like, basically the entire farm is burning down, and panic ensues. Most of the townspeople flee, except for Barclay and a few others, who are still fixated on Billy. In the chaos, they try to nab him. But with the power of Caz’s crossbow and Suze’s fists (ong she is absolutely BEATING these people up rn. You go girl 😁😁) and also Billy being kind of scary to these people, they manage to fight their way out and run into the forest. 

Well, they survived that, but now they’re kn an involuntary hike with no plan and not nearly enough provisions. They can hunt, but like.. they don’t even know where they’re going.

It’s a long few weeks, out there, but then they meet a guy named Roy! Suze and Billy hide while Caz talks with him. It seems to be going fine, Caz can’t really get a read on Roy, whether or not he’s an enemy. 

But it’s largely okay, until he hears struggling in the direction of where the others are. Unfortunately, Roy knocks him out before he can do anything </3

He wakes up in a little cellar, like 80% sure he’s going to die. He hears voices, but he doesn’t recognize them. It takes him a little bit to realize Suze is there with him, just a ways away, and still unconscious. He can’t find Billy, so he’s assuming they’ve killed him. 

Roy shows up, eventually, and wakes Suzs. He starts basically interrogating them, like absolutely grilling them on why they’re here. 

He seems to think they’re harpy hunters, and it’s like??? Bro we thought YOU were a harpy hunter. 

Turns out, no! Billy’s fine, doing better, actually. He’s finally getting real medical attention. Roy drops the bad cop personality and welcomes them to Beira, a little hideout town where people and creatures who don’t want to be killed come and shelter. Sometimes they stay, sometimes they move on. 

That’s basically where it ends, for now! Eveyrone from the crew is here, some are monsters and some are people. Either volunteers, loved ones, or just people who don’t agree with the whole killing monsters thing and would rather stay here than anywhere else. 

I’ll talk more about like. People and roles and stuff later… been writing for a while.

Oh, also!! A little note, Caz does still have the silver bolts. They didn’t find them. To be honest, Caz has completely forgotten they exist. I’m sure it’ll be fine, though! Like. 90% sure they won’t come back to bite him. 

and my extra thoughts here:

[thegaybluejay]

Okay hi I’m back with another ramble-y ATLA character analysis since this is low key my brand on here lmao-

Today I want to talk about Zuko from the lens of someone who also had to deconstruct. This will be long, but please bear with me!

I was raised in a very white conservative evangelical Christian bubble where literally EVERYONE I knew for the majority of my childhood and teenage years thought mostly the same way. There was a lot of othering and shaming of anyone who thought too differently. Even if it was sometimes said more passively than cruelly, there was always that underlying tone. “The others/the people outside of our group/the worldly ones are lost and need our help because we’re better than them!”

While I strived to not be cruel, my beliefs were still harmful. I lost a few friends when I got to my mid-late teenage years because I didn’t yet know how to challenge what I’d been taught.

I see so much of myself in Zuko.

Zuko was surrounded by propaganda his entire life. He was steeped in it - steeped in the blood of those that the system he supported/represented had hurt and killed.

Anger is a huge part of all of this. While my anger was never quite as outward as Zuko’s (I hid it fairly well and was always known as the “pretty good kid”), I can still so heavily relate to his anger. His anger at always falling just short of being good enough or perfect enough. His later anger at himself for not understanding how fucked up the system was sooner. His anger at the people that failed and hurt him. His anger at realizing how he failed and hurt other people. All of it.

I also understand his backslides in Book 2 and early Book 3. When you begin tackling the first layers of harmful shit you’ve been taught, it can quickly become so tempting to just call it quits and go back. You almost start to romanticize the simplicity of life before you began this journey. The rules and goals were so straightforward back then, and deconstructing is messy as hell. Even if you were deeply hurting in your old life, at least you weren’t so damn confused. You used to know your next steps, but now everything is in disarray and you don’t have a direction to rebuild in yet. Going back almost feels like it would be a survival tactic, a way to have a sense of control again. Zuko definitely 100% needed to atone for what he did in Ba Sing Se because it hurt others, and while I’d like to think I would’ve made a different choice in his shoes, I also get it on some level. The confusion stage sucks, and it’s not always linear either.

But then.

One day, something just clicks. You eventually deconstruct enough that you truly come to full terms with how fucked up it all is. And you realize that you don’t belong there anymore, and the version of you that DID belong was just a facade. The blinders fully come off, they’re never going back on, and a spark lights in you that prompts you to make a big change. The deeper you go, the more urgent this deconstruction becomes in your mind because holy fuck I have to do something about this. I want this shit out of my brain for good and I want to help make things better. I want to learn who I am and finally live that out.

THAT is one of the most pivotal points in the journey, and I loved seeing it within Zuko’s arc when he comes to this realization after the war meeting in Book 3 and leaves to join the Gaang. I also loved that they didn’t trust him the first time he came to them - both he as an individual and the system that he had once supported/represented had hurt these people, and it took some real apologies and some time to build up trust. It also wasn’t done with half assed centrism either - it was “I acknowledge that this system is completely broken and wrong and I will do everything in my power to help gut it from the top-down and restore it with love”.

This leads to another pivotal point in the journey - instead of being motivated by fear like you were when you were deep in the indoctrination or by the raw anger you first felt as you initially left, you start to be motivated by love. And it’s the most freeing thing.

It was so cool to see Zuko learn that, while his anger was a helpful tool (ie: the confrontation with his father and his overall anger at the corruption he saw in his nation), he couldn’t be fueled by it any longer. He had to find another motivation to keep going, and he was then taught by the Sun Warriors and the dragons how to be motivated by light and life and love and also how to use those alongside an anger that was finally righteous.

And with this, he was ready to fight. To fight for a cause he knew to be good. To fight arm in arm with his newly acquired family. To fight to fix what his nation had done to the world and to itself. To fight for love and peace instead of division and hate and destruction.

And wow is it a beautiful journey.

TL;DR - Zuko’s story is so powerful to those who are deconstructing and I love him so much! I also just enjoy doing character analysis hehe.

(I really love talking about ATLA, so if y’all want me to analyze other characters or even plotlines through a specific lens, feel free to submit an Ask and I will happily do so!!!)

(Also, quick ending note - this is just my personal experience with deconstruction! Other people’s retelling of their own deconstructions may be different from mine, and that’s totally okay!!)

[syngasm]

“OPERATION : GET LORD EXPLOSION MURDER LAID”

pairing : denki kaminari, katsuki bakugo

includes : smut, cursing, anal penetration, words of affirmation & affection, coming out, sub!bakugo, bakugo secretly being a sap, virgin!bakugo, kinda stupid denki

This is the shit that makes him angry.

He’s normally angry, more so irritated, it’s Bakugo’s brand. But this made him really angry. His friends sat in a circle, sharing their sex stories while his eye twitched as he slightly hoped they never noticed him. But he’s Bakugo, his presence comes with a fire that cannot be ignored, sadly.

“What about you, Bakugo!” Kirishima patted him on the back with his shark smile, and suddenly all of his friends were looking at him. He decided to admit it, but silently.

“I’m a virgin.” It comes out in a whisper, the quietest Bakugo has been since being conceived.

“Huh?” Sero leans in, so does everyone. “I’m a virgin! Okay? Shut up, don’t even start.” Bakugo turns away from them immediately, not even wanting to see their stupid faces. They’re stupid, he doesn’t need friends anyway.

“Is it because you're so uptight? It totally blows your sexy vibe.” Kirishima concludes, not a hint of amusement in his voice. “Shut up Shitty Hair! I don’t- I don’t need to have sex, it’s stupid anyway! Fuck you, and fuck girls, and guys or whatever!” Within his storm, he left in a cloud of smoke, angry.

“Did he say ‘and guys’?” Sero coughs, waving the smoke away. “You just can’t hear at all, huh?” Mina rolls her eyes. “We should get Bakugo laid.” She suggests, standing tall.

“Who’s gonna wanna fuck him? He’s so..” Kirishima shakes in disgust and then laughs.

They go through with it anyway. They set him up with girls who seem like they’d be his type, and send them his way.

No one really works with Bakugo.

“Are you fucking stupid?”

“I’ll beat you, I always stay on top!”

“You are just so dumb looking.”

“You’re annoying, shut up.”

“Ew!”

“Ugh!”

“Shut up, extra!”

Kirishima watches as he fails over and over again with girls and begins to give up. He lays on their lunch table, which makes Iida reprimand him for minutes. After a while, Iida gives up, and the rest of Bakugo’s group, excluding him, sit down.

“He’s not..he’s not a big fan of girls is he.” Sero groans.

“We tried everything, we tried big tits, small tits, big girls, small girls, smart girls, dumb girls, powerful girls, weak girls, we even asked lesbian girls to try!” Denki frowns as he plops down. “The lesbians got the closest, which is honestly interesting.”

“Maybe we’re shooting for the wrong crowd.” Mina says, looking at Bakugo in line, getting more agitated with each second that a class 1-B girl talks.

Eventually he grabs her face and pushes her out his way. He’s an asshole, but he perks up and sits with his friends.

“Hey Baku-Man.” Denki tries. Bakugo glares with disgust, squinting. “So, talk to anyone interesting?”

“There’s someone.” He says, looking at his food. “And it’s me, I’m the interesting person, the most interesting actually. Get off the table, Shitty hair.”

Kirishima rolls off onto the opposite bench, groaning.

Lunch goes by awkwardly, and as soon as Bakugo leaves, they all exhale. “We can try guys, we have to try something. Maybe after he gets laid, he’ll stop being an ass.” Kirishima hmphs, and try what they will do.

Spoiler, Bakugo is not a hit with the guys either.

“Why are you talking to me?”

“You’re too close, back up before I hurt you.”

“Is this a ploy?”

“Why do you..look like that?”

“Shut up, you’re so fucking stupid.”

“Ew!”

“Ugh!”

“Shut up, extra!”

Kirishima groans again, and lays on the table. “Maybe instead of strangers, we need close friends! Kirishima, flirt with Bakugo!” Sero suggests, Kirishima blinks at him. “I’d be burnt to a crisp immediately.”

“I can try.” Denki suggests, smiling innocently. “Be our guest.” Sero, Kirishima and Mina say at once.

“Hey.” Bakugo sits down, without his lunch, just a bento box that his mother packed.

“Hey Bakugo!” Denki slides in closer to him. “Whatcha got there, Lord Explosion Murder?”

Bakugo goes blank for a minute, Lord Explosion Murder? He looks at Denki for half a second, and then his somewhat shaky hand moves to his box.

“It’s a bento box, clearly.” He opens it, and his friends all lean in to sniff it and sigh. “You sharing?” Kirishima can’t help but ask.

“Fuck no.” He glares at them, and watches them deflate. “Fuck you.” He passes the box down the table. “Thank you, Bakugo!” They all say as they grab one thing from it. It’s almost completely empty, and Denki finishes his portion first.

He looks at Bakugo with the best puppy dog eyes that he can muster. “Please?”

Bakugo is slightly blushing now, he covers his face as he gives it to Denki, who shines with appreciation.

“Wait, stay right here.” Denki gets up and goes across the lunchroom to Midoriya and his friends, to ask Iida for something.

“So what’s the deal, why do you all look so dumb lately?” They all look at him with a somewhat frightened expression.

“I can’t lie, I’m sorry.” Sero let out a breath, and then began to spill. “You told us that you’re a virgin so we wanted to get you laid so we sent you girls but because you’re an asshole, you didn’t do any of them, and then we sent you guys and for the same reason, you’re still a virgin-“

Kirishima tackles Sero to the ground to stop him from talking. “Haha! He’s a funny guy, what a silly man. Uh, we aren’t acting weird, you are!” Mina takes Bakugo’s attention from them. “I don’t want to lose my virginity.” He says, stoically.

“Oh look, Kaminari’s back!” Mina says nervously. “Here, Bakugo.”

It’s a bunch of items from the vending machine, all items that Bakugo orders frequently, and Denki sports a dumb smile. “I didn’t want you to not eat, it’s better than nothing. Iida gave me the money, I’m broke, he told me to say that..well, actually Midoriya told me to, but still.”

“You’re a weirdo.” Denki freezes, and Bakugo leaves after this display.

What Sero spilled stayed in his head, is it that bad he hadn’t lost his virginity?

As dumb as it sounded to him, he wanted it to be special. He made a playlist of songs he’d wanna hear, and what he’d want for aftercare is on a note in his phone.

It’s dumb to him, he doesn’t like how he cares. He tried to not care, even got to the point of bringing her home, but kissing her didn’t feel good. He felt like there was a whole world between them, their hands didn’t interlock in harmony, they didn’t compliment each other, they were just strangers.

“Bakugo!” Denki stops him, the snacks in a trail, as he frees a hand to grab Bakugo’s.

“Kaminari.” He says, not turning back, he was angry, like usual. “I think you actually don’t want to be a virgin, you’re just scared.”

You’re just scared.

“I’m not scared. There’s nothing to be scared of.” Bakugo shook him off with a blast, and left Denki’s arm stinging, but he didn’t leave it alone. “Then- Why not?”

“Leave it alone, Kaminari.” He continued walking, with Denki following close second. He continues to ask, and badger Bakugo with questions, until Bakugo stops, they’re in the stairwell, during gym.

“I don’t owe you anything, and if I find out you told anyone I said this, I’ll rip you to shreds.” Bakugo takes Denki’s collar in his hand, and slams him into the closest wall.

“I can’t just lose my virginity to anyone.” Denki blinks, not understanding it. Bakugo rolls his eyes, the boy is just so stupid. “I want..I want to lose my virginity to someone who’s important to me. Like a partner, or best friend or whatever.”

He expects Denki’s face to be amused, he expects him to laugh, because if the roles were reversed, he’d laugh.

Denki just smiles. “We’re best friends, right?” He takes one of Bakugo’s hands in his own.

“What are you implying, extra?” It’s his defense mechanism, insults and assault, he’s never been a ‘flight’ person, it was always ‘fight’.

Lord Explosion Murder wouldn't run.

“We can- Do you want to lose your virginity to me?” Denki is glowing, he looks genuine. Bakugo blinks at him, the other making him a little weak.

Denki was perfect, he had a body that attracted Bakugo, he was slim but muscled, due to training. He stood there, his warm hand engulfing Bakugo’s somewhat bigger one, with a non-judging smile. He liked that about Kaminari, he could count on him to not understand the circumstance, and even if he did understand, he could still count on him to be sympathetic.

Sympathetic?

Bakugo takes his hand out of his grasp and uses his forearm to push Denki against the wall, harder than last time, and pin him. “I don’t need your damn sympathy.”

“I’m not sympathizing!” Denki says as he attempts to pull Bakugo’s hand from his neck and the other from his chest, from fear of both passing out and getting a boner.

Seeing the other squirm made Bakugo believe him, so he put both his arms down. “I wouldn’t mind.” He mumbles. Denki cocks his head to the side and gets somewhat close, attempting to hear him better. “Whaddya say?”

“I said I wouldn’t fucking mind.”

…

“Wouldn’t mind what?”

Bakugo has to hold his urges back from throwing Denki out the nearest window, is he really gonna make him say it?

“You know.”

“I don’t.” His expression is genuinely clueless, Bakugo turns his head, not showing his vulnerability. “Let’s fuck.”

It’s all he can think to say, Denki gets the hint and he clasps his hands together, not quick to clap but it’s somewhat audible.

“Okay! When, do you want to do it right now or..?”

Bakugo’s face heats up, they're outside of the gymnasium during school hours, and he doesn’t want to get caught fucking Denki Kaminari.

“No! Are you stupid?” Denki slightly nods. At least he didn’t lie.

“We’ll go to your dorm after school.” Bakugo tells him. “So, don’t leave, I’ll be at the entrance.” He folds his arms and walks away. “Not gonna give me a kiss goodbye?” Denki jokes, and smiles to himself.

He doesn’t expect Bakugo to turn around and kiss him though. Bakugo’s lips are soft, and he tastes like something burnt, but it’s not too bad. Denki holds him by the waist and that’s when Bakugo pulls away.

“If I hear a word of this.” Bakugo’s hand ignited, and Denki sweated nervously. He was so gonna tell Kirishima.

With that, they part ways, Bakugo skipping gym and Denki going to it.

“I’m in.” He says to Kirishima, who’s drinking his water. “What?” Kirishima stands up from the ground he sat, with the water in his hand and dribbling down his chin.

“Bakugo let me in. We’re supposed to do it after school today. So, I need the dorm to myself.” Kirishima shakes Denki’s hand excitedly, and then realizes that it’s not very appropriate.

“I can find something to do, Mina and Tsu have been trying to do my hair for ages, I’ll just hang out with them, text me when it’s over.” Denki nods.

“So..Like what? Are you gonna..” His mental assumption sounds dumb. “How does gay sex work?” He whispers it, like a secret. Denki laughs.

“I dunno really, I’ve only ever seen it on porn. One guy puts his thing in the other guy and then boom, pregnant.”

“Oh, I didn’t know men can get pregnant.” Kirishima believes him, sadly, nodding his head into the distance. “You fucking idiots.” Jiro says, she’s been standing behind Kirishima this entire time. “Oh shit-“

“How much did you hear?”

“Just from Kirishima telling you Mina wants to do his hair, anyways, why are you talking about sex in the gym.” Denki gulps hard, he wasn’t even supposed to tell Kirishima.

“We want to know how it works, we’ve got big plans.” Kirishima slings his arm around Denki who smiles fakely. Jiro can’t help but assume they’re talking about with each other.

“It’s just anal. You put your thing inside his butt and fuck it, duh. And no, boys cannot get pregnant.” She rolls her eyes before hitting Denki with a dodgeball.

“Right! I knew that.”

They don’t talk about it aloud after that, just in messages.

Before Denki knows it, he’s at the store buying condoms and candles, and for some reason rose petals and chocolate. Bakugo does not give the wined and dined type, but he said it’s important to him.

He runs, skipping their last period class with a teacher who’s name he can never remember, running to his dorm room.

He scatters the rose petals and lights the candles on the counter and beside. He wasn’t sure where Bakugo wanted to do it, but there were enough petals and candles to be anywhere in the house. He ran a warm bath, just incase Bakugo needed to wash beforehand or after.

All of this was on a website, and from Jiro advice.

He tries to calmly walk to the entrance to pick up Bakugo but trips on the first step and basically rolls down the stairs.

Denki jumps up and dusts himself off, seeing Bakugo in the distance, chewing on a pen.

Who’s topping.

It appeared in his mind, who’s on top? He kept thinking about it, which is why he’s chewing on the pen. He’d be damned if Kaminari got to put his dick in him.

Bakugo looked up once he was close enough. “Hey, Bakugo. Or Lord Explosion Murder, if that’s better.”

He smirks at that, and follows as Denki leads him to the dormitory.

He opens the door to the smell of vanilla, and sees the candles and rose petals. “You fucking weirdo.” He whispers to himself. “Where do you want to do it?”

Bakugo looks around the dorm, Kirishima’s bedroom door is covered by a sheet, Denki’s door is open. The couch has a few spill stains, the bathroom door is open.

“Let’s go to your room.” Denki takes his hand and pulls him ahead. “I changed my sheets, pillowcases, vacuumed, and even wiped off my surfaces.” Bakugo appreciates the gesture, he tries not to smile.

There are condoms on his bedside table, xls. There’s flavored ones, and glow in the dark ones. It’s so Denki of him.

“So, how do you wanna start, just go straight to the sex stuff or foreplay?” It’s a word he’s never said out loud, but he doesn’t want to do the wrong thing and have Bakugo blow him up, literally.

“I want-..” He’s not completely sure, but Denki looks good sitting in front of him on the bed. “I want it to seem natural, just do what you’d do to a girl.” He mumbles the last few words, blushing profusely.

“Oh, okay.” Denki takes that a little too seriously. He pulls Bakugo in by his waist, and lifts his uniform shirt. He kisses his stomach, little light kisses. Bakugo places his hands in Denki’s hair. “Let’s get that shirt off you.” He stands up and lifts the shirt over his head, then does his own.

“Damn, Bakugo.” He smiles and traces the others' pecs. Bakugo slaps his hand, and stifles a chuckle. “Shut up.” The two boys stand close enough to breathe each other’s exhale in. And they do.

“I wanna kiss you.” Denki whispers, before tilting Bakugo’s head up. He can’t fully give himself to Denki, he wants to keep the upper hand.

He leans in and connects their lips. Denki reaches in his back pocket and sprinkles petals over them, and giggles. “Just a little something.”

“Just kiss me, bastard.”

Denki obliges, because he’s such a good listener, Bakugo believes.

Denki snakes his hand into the back of Bakugo’s uniform pants, and the other hand on his waist. He squeezes his butt, which causes Bakugo to moan quietly into his mouth.

“I love that sound.” Denki claims, and then unbuttons Bakugo’s pants, and pulls away so Bakugo can take them off completely. Denki sat on the bed in front of Bakugo, looking at his naked form in awe. “What’re you staring at?”

“You’re so pretty.” Bakugo’s cock throbs with the compliment, and Denki doesn’t miss it. “Oh?”

“Don’t get any ideas, idiot.” He grumbles, but gasps under his breath when Denki takes his length in his hand. “Mm, but I think you do want me to get ideas. You want me to touch you, to taste you. You’re so cute, especially when you’re defensive.”

Bakugo’s cock dribbles with precum, he can’t help it. He’s a sucker for praises. He doesn’t even fight it, he just runs his hands through Denki’s hair.

“What a good boy, Bakugo.” He hears the other whimper, as he strokes him against Denki’s face. He puts his mouth on the tip and hollows out his cheeks. Bakugo’s legs shake at this, and Denki smiles to himself, he’s gonna tease Bakugo about this for so long.

He pushes his mouth into his length until Denki is nose to skin. Well, more so bush, Bakugo doesn’t see the point in shaving completely, he just trims when it seems like too much.

“Fuck.” Bakugo groans, his head flies back as Denki sucks him off, he tastes like coconut, which is not extremely pleasant but soon he begins to taste salty and Denki prefers that over the coconut.

“I’m gonna cum.” He whines, his hands stuck in Denki’s hair, both because he has it in tight fists, and Denki doesn’t comb it often.

Denki doesn’t get to say anything, once he pulls off, his face is painted in hot, white lines.

Once he’s sure, Denki brings a cloth that he made sure to keep in his drawer to his face, and clears his eyes. Bakugo laughs, and smears his still erect cock in the cum on his face.

“You came so fast.” Denki mumbles around the cum that he’s wiped off his mouth with his tongue, and swallows.

“Why am I the only one naked?” Bakugo asks aloud, seeing the tent in Denki’s pants. “Oh, because..I wanted to please you first.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes, and strips Denki of his pants as he wipes his face more. “So, wanna fuck?” Denki smiles. “Is that not what we’re doing?”

“Right.” Denki grabs Bakugo’s waist and flips him under him, Bakugo hits the bed with a groan, but it’s stifled because Denki kissed him immediately. The boy on top’s fingers prod at Bakugo’s entrance.

“I’m not bottoming!” He says as he pulls away. “What? I’m not either.” Denki leans back.

They sit in silence for a second, and then Bakugo puts his hand up. “Rock, Paper, Scissors. Best of three.”

Denki agrees, and they do play. Bakugo loses six times, and insists on yet another redo. “I won, you’re bottom.” Denki gets irritated with the constant fighting, Bakugo continues to squabble and scream obscenities.

Denki quickly changed position while Bakugo complained, he took Bakugo by the neck and pressed him into the bed. “You’re under me, and you’re gonna stop complaining, because you’ll like it.”

Bakugo closes his mouth, he doesn’t bother to fight after that, especially seeing how dominant Denki can get.

“Good boy, you’re too pretty to wanna fight all the time.” Bakugo turns his face, his arms still folded like a kid. Denki moved his hands back toward Bakugo’s hole. “This’ll feel weird.”

He starts with his middle finger. Bakugo groans, it’s a weird feeling, and with the addition of a second digit, his back arches off the bed, it somewhat burns. Denki grabs his cock and pumps it, hoping to ease the pain.

It leaves Bakugo in this strange state between pleasure and pain, and before he knows it, it all begins to feel good. Bakugo moans out Denki’s name, his legs shaking around his hips.

“You ready?” He stops curling his fingers to ask, and Bakugo attempts to catch his breath, he nods.

He was not ready.

Denki had little to no experience with the same sex, only going as far as mutual masturbation, and watching gay porn. He lined it up and just shoved it in.

When Denki lost his virginity, it was to a second year, just a month or two ago. Due to the elasticity of female anatomy, especially when turned on, he did just shove it in, and both parties were fine.

Bakugo was not fine.

His back arched off the bed as he let out a shrill scream. It felt like there was a fire in his ass.

Denki jumped back but didn’t pull out, genuinely confused. They shoved it in on the video, why was Bakugo reacting so much?

“Do you want to stop?! I-I’m sorry!” He was honestly scared a bit of Bakugo, and once the boy is in pain, he just gets worse.

He doesn’t respond, just breathes hard and groans. It takes a few silent minutes, and for Bakugo to break into a cold sweat, for him to adjust.

“You fucker.” He whispered out, mentally spent. Denki leaned in and kissed his neck and lips. He captured his nipple in a pinch and just rubbed gently, he studied the video.

“Kam..” He couldn’t even finish the name. “Fuck me already.” He wheezed, covering his eyes with his forearm.

“If you insist, I'm gonna start slow.” He started with slow, deep strokes. Each punched a low whine from Bakugo’s lips, Denki drank them up, kissing the boy.

“Faster.” It’s all the encouragement Denki needed, he leaned back and sped up, holding Bakugo by his waist and pulling him down onto his length. Bakugo began moaning loudly at this, they sounded like cries, and Denki enjoyed watching his cock bob with each thrust.

Precum spurted onto Bakugo’s stomach, showing that he was enjoying it. It helped to know that he wasn’t hurting him.

He let out a continuous string of “fuck”s matching the thrusts, and reached for Denki’s hands. He pulled them off his waist, one onto his dick and he held the other.

Denki kissed Bakugo’s hand, and began to stroke his dick, it was still wet with both recent precum and from nutting on Denki’s face. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking good to me, Fuck, I love you.”

It slips out before Bakugo can even think about it, he still didn’t realize he said it until Denki halted. “You love me?”

Bakugo looks at him through half lidded eyes. He didn’t want to admit to having something of a crush on Denki, but he doubted the other would continue if he lied.

“I do..Like you.”

Denki’s eyes sparkled, he moved his hands to both sides of Bakugo’s head, and began to ram his length into his hole, smiling and groaning himself.

Bakugo’s body began to wrap around Denki, crying out in pleasure. His legs locked him in, and his arms pulled him into a hug.

“I like you too, Bakugo!” Denki grunts out, then kisses his neck.

“Let’s change position.” Denki whispers, he stands up completely and takes Bakugo against the wall. “Shit, you’re so pretty.” The candlelight illuminated Bakugo’s features, it only turned Denki on more.

The walls weren’t the most comfortable, but Bakugo couldn’t even stop to complain, Denki’s thrusts were fast and deep, punching the air out of his lungs.

“My legs hurt.” Denki giggles, he drops Bakugo on the bed, and then gets back into his hole, he moans out at the tightness. “You feel so good.”

Bakugo grins, purring almost. He can feel himself nearing the brink, and before he can even warn Denki, he’s shooting onto his chest.

Denki isn’t phased, especially considering he’s about to paint Bakugo’s insides white.

Bakugo whines once he’s oversensitive and Denki keeps thrusting. Denki takes Bakugo’s hand and holds it. He goes out almost completely, and then back in. He shakes with that final thrust, and Bakugo moans extremely loud at that. “Did you just fucking cum in me?!”

Denki just smiles.

——

Turns out, the bath was a good idea. Denki steps in with Bakugo lead, and sits beside him. “So, you liiike me~?”

“I’m not doing this.” Bakugo turns his back, Denki audibly pouts, and Bakugo turns back. “Yes, I like you.”

“I like you too, Lord Explosion Murder.” Denki leans in and kisses Bakugo’s cheek. “So, what now?”

“What do you mean?” Bakugo looks him in the eyes, he looks at peace. “What are we?”

“We’re people..” Bakugo clearly doesn’t get the hint, Denki slides into his embrace. “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Bakugo interlocks their hands at the question, looking anywhere but at Denki.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

——

“So.” Kirishima slides onto the bench next to the new couple. “How was your night?”

Bakugo thinks back to the night, after the bath, they had another round on the couch, and then one in Kirishima’s room, which was much messier than Denki’s newly cleaned one, but they did it on his sheets nonetheless.

They fell asleep in Denki’s room, fucked out.

“Good, how was yours?” Denki smiles sheepishly. “Pretty good, I got my hair curled, and then washed.” Kirishima grins. “Hey guys.” Sero sits next to Bakugo, who’s playing footsies with Denki across the table.

“Hanta.” Bakugo’s eyes pierce though him. “Denki, you were supposed to fuck the attitude out of him.” Kirishima whispered to him, Denki didn’t even hear him, he was too busy giggling while playing footsies.

“Oh no, they’re in love.”

———— FIN

AAAAA my first published oneshot, AND my shortest time taken (three days, chill)

i’m not sure abt their ages in this one, but they’re in some sort of school, whether college or highschool i dunno. i love denki sm, and i don’t usually write bakugo so he might be ooc..

[badchoicesworld]

Can I request miles 42 with an alien male s/o that has completely white eyes and struggles with social ques/ human culture🫶🫶🫶

miles 42 w/ an alien boyfriend !

i’m listening to charlie’s inferno rn, hope this is half decent <\3

established relationship

warnings: meh

pairing: earth 42 miles x male!reader

requests: refer to the blog guide besties

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i’m gonna go ahead and quote the anarchist hobart brown rn and say i ain’t got a scooby doo where tf ur from or how u two met, that’s up to u

but at the same time i guess w the avengers n shit aliens aren’t something people can deny, so while miles was maybe a bit skeptical at first, it wasn’t the hardest thing in the world to believe

especially when you’ve got those big white eyes

not to mention how wildly awkward and clueless you are when it comes to earth customs

what’s christmas, you say ? it’s where this guy in red and a really big beard sneaks into ur home to drop off concealed items in a box that’s determined by lists that you’ve been put on depending on ur actions throughout the year. yeah, he sees you when ur sleeping my guy, be scared

i imagine miles explains it in a less lowkey way but i like to imagine ur now scared of santa and the concept of christmas

culture ! so much to learn

miles is obviously most eager to teach you about his own, his mum would be very happy to tell you things too

when he eventually tells her about his alien boyfriend, that is

you get to try foods from their culture, maybe try to learn spanish if you can

if you have some uncanny ability to grasp language’s immediately, then miles’ mum is thrilled, very happy to talk in her first language with you

gonna go ahead and assuming this miles is also fluent so, spanish all around if you can

go ahead and share ur own culture too, they’re admittedly intrigued

he occasionally likes to ask you about certain things, like if you have an equivalent of something on your planet while holding the thing up or showing you a picture

is specifically intrigued w art on ur planet, but he’s not the kinda guy to overwhelm you with questions

maybe like a handful a week

it takes miles a little while to get used to the fact that ur from off planet, so it takes him a bit to clock that you don’t understand a lot of things ur seeing

but eventually he’ll get into the habit of briefly explaining things to you, general concepts and guidelines

it becomes pretty second nature to him as some point and subconscious

like if ur staring at kettle and he notices how ur white eyes are just locked on it he’ll be like “…don’t touch it-“ cause he doesn’t want you to burn urself, he might fail to explain that at first

social cues ? who doesn’t struggle w them from time to time

miles likely won’t know how to help you at first, it’s an adjustment you both have to make to help each other out

so maybe you come up with some kinda signal when ur with other people, like he might do something discreet to help you out

ur still abrupt asf about it though because you never expect the signals, he honestly loves it about you lmao

might help you practice whenever he gets the free time, only if you actively wanna improve, he doesn’t mind otherwise

he cannot stress how important it is that you don’t wander off in the streets, if that’s something you tend to do

he loves you dearly and isn’t mad about your curiosity, but i feel like he’s able to read a room really well . if he feels like you aren’t safe then he’ll tell you to put your head down so people don’t see ur eyes, then ur both out

will figure out some way to hide them, it’s not even an if in certain situations

ur eyes are mesmerising to him but there’s no point if they put you in danger, so there are scenarios where he just won’t let you go certain places

not in a possessive way, it’s just literally the safest option

hates to be controlling like that sometimes but it’s better than risking it, he hopes you know that

while earth 42 is in flames i do still think that there would be a tight knit community in the neighbourhood, in those kinda circumstances all you’ve got is each other, y’know ?

so while it may not be the safest for you in some streets, you’ve got a home with miles and can feel secure enough

i cant even begin to imagine the amount of organisations you’ve gotta stay under the radar from

have fun w that

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i’m lagging oh god

[sleepysnk]

a/n: this is a repost because idk what was going on earlier, but anyway, this is my first time writing for baji so i’m sorry if it’s a little ooc 😭. i hope you all enjoy! &lt;3

pairings: baji keisuke x fem!reader

warnings: baji is somewhat ooc, mentions of high school but they’re both adults now, insecurity, jealousy, possessive behavior if you squint, mentions of food, some angst, tooth rotting fluff.

never again ft. baji keisuke

Baji Keisuke had to be one of the most stubborn men you had ever encountered. 

Even through his stubbornness, you still found yourself falling in love with him. 

You and Baji had been together for almost six months. You had known the man since you were both children. He grew up down the block from you and you always admired the boy whenever he would ride his bike down the street, or run away from the other kids that lived on the other street. He never really noticed you. You were kind of intimidated by him, and he was completely unaware of your existence. It bummed you out, because you knew you could probably never stop liking him. He was such a cutie. 

Well, all of that changed when you and Baji had the same class together in high school. 

He was failing the class, more specifically, ELA. You were a pretty good student and very good at the subject. Your teachers often praised you with their feedback over your essays, and it gained you a spot as a tutor at your school. You were excited to begin such a position. There was something about helping people that made your heart feel good, but what you weren’t expecting was Baji showing up one afternoon.

He explained to you that he was failing the same class you both took. His own mother had practically forced him into tutoring. You were shocked by that. Many parents often pushed their kids into it because they didn’t have much hope left. The semester was also coming to a close and you knew that he was desperate to pass the class with a good grade. You threw all of those old feelings aside, and eventually helped him get a passing grade. 

It was funny, but those familiar feelings never seemed to fade. Seeing his face everyday drove you crazy and you just couldn’t help yourself. 

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Baji had never stopped hanging out with you, and eventually, you had confessed to him about everything. You were pretty scared to see such a reaction, but Baji reciprocated. He feared telling you because he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, but he was more than happy to hear that you wanted to be in a relationship with him. He made many promises to you to keep you safe and he’d treat you better than anyone else. It flattered you, really. You didn’t think you’d see such a side of him, but you couldn’t complain. 

However, Baji had flaws. You had them too and flaws were okay! No human being was perfect, but his were kind of frustrating at times.

Baji was stubborn, and his communication skills were absolute shit. He struggled to come to you about things that bothered him, and he often just brushed them off because he didn’t know how to explain his emotions. Sometimes he could be all over the place, so he usually just kept his mouth shut until you came and spoke with him. You didn’t mind it, no, but it was hard to know when he was upset and for what reasons. Baji could be very confusing sometimes and you found it difficult to read him at times. 

Like many times before, you found yourself in the same situation again. Baji had been acting quite weird the past few days. He was sort of more closed off and he kept conversation short. It honestly worried you, because you didn’t like when your boyfriend would completely shut down about certain things. The worst fear you had was that he’d just break up with you and call it a day. 

You weren’t sure what had happened. You cared for Baji deeply and the last thing you’d want is to upset your boyfriend. He meant the world to you and you weren’t about to throw away your relationship. 

You were standing outside of Baji’s house. In your left hand, you held a container of Baji’s favorite food. Yakisoba. He practically foamed at the mouth whenever he got his hands on some. It was adorable whenever he’d take you out and you’d both have some to eat. He always took some home because he wanted to eat it for dinner. You decided to make your own, because you wanted to make it up to him. You were praying that he’d finally open up to you about what was bothering him. 

You lifted your hand to knock on the door. For a few moments, it was silent and you were wondering if the man was even home. Those thoughts diminished when you heard shuffling coming from the other side. 

You couldn’t lie, you were a bit nervous. Part of you worried that Baji would be annoyed at your presence, considering he hadn’t spoken much with you these past few days. Though, you reminded yourself that he was your boyfriend. If he wanted to be an asshole, you had every right to get up and leave him whenever you wanted. You wouldn’t put up with a man screaming in your face over nothing. You loved Baji more than anything, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be treated like shit if that’s what he wanted to do with your relationship.

The door unlocked, then swung open suddenly. You were faced with your boyfriend who seemed kind of messy. His dark hair was tangled just a bit and his clothes seemed like pajamas. It was funny, but you didn’t mind at all. “Oh.. hey, (Y/N).” he seemed a bit down in the dumps if you were being honest. His whole demeanor changed the moment you showed up at his front door. 

You looked down at the floor, then up at him. You clutched the food that was still warm in your hands. “Baji, can we please talk?” you said, chewing on your cheek. “I know something is bothering you and I just want to know what it is.” 

Baji stared at you for a few seconds. He seemed like he was searching for what he wanted to say, but he then moved out of the doorway so you could enter his home. “Come on in..” he motioned for you to come inside with his hand.

A small smile had written itself into your features. You stepped inside of his familiar home that you had been in many times. Baji nodded his head towards his bedroom. It didn’t seem like anyone else was home. You half expected to see his mother in the kitchen cooking something, or drinking some tea but she wasn’t there. You assumed she was at work, but that wasn’t your biggest concern at the moment. You wanted to just figure out what the hell was going on with your boyfriend. It was driving you crazy not knowing what was going on with him. 

Once inside of his room, Baji turned around to face you. The sunlight that had flooded the room gave a small glow to the bedroom. He looked kind of pretty. Although, he still had that same straight expression on his face. It sort of bothered you, but you wanted to talk about what had been going on. 

You shut the door behind you, letting that uncomfortable silence surround you. You placed the container of yakisoba you had made on the small desk beside Baji’s bedroom door. “Baji.. what’s going on? I’m really confused. You’ve been acting strange and I don’t like it at all.” you started, crossing your arms over your chest. 

There was a sudden shift in his expression. He seemed hesitant to respond. It was almost like he was searching for a way to reply to you. “It’s nothing.. I’m sure it’s not important, (Y/N),” he replied, looking down at the floor. 

That response didn’t satisfy you. You knew damn well that it wasn’t just “nothing.” You weren’t an idiot and you wanted him to tell you what the hell was the issue. You knew Baji like the back of your hand and you knew full well when he wasn’t acting right. He was a horrible liar too. “Baji, no, I’m not taking that as an answer. Just tell me what’s wrong! I’m not gonna judge you!” you exclaimed, walking closer to your boyfriend. 

The dark haired male stared at you for a brief moment. His heart began to quicken inside of his chest. He didn’t want to sound like an immature idiot and make you afraid of him, but he did have a small issue. He just didn’t know how to express it. 

Baji let out a sigh. He then plopped down on his bed that was against the wall. You watched curiously as he crossed his legs and stared at the floor. He seemed to be avoiding the gaze you had set upon him. “Do you remember when we hung out that one day..? With Draken and the others..?” he asked, still keeping his eyes fixated on the ground. 

Your mind vaguely recalled the day you and his friends had all gone out to go bowling. You enjoyed meeting and hanging out with Baji’s friends, because they were truly a delight to hang out with. However, you were confused by what he meant. “Yeah.. I do. What about it?” you questioned, knitting your eyebrows. 

He went quiet for a few seconds. Baji was sort of nervous to say what he had felt, but he knew his treatment towards you was unfair. You were his girlfriend. You shouldn’t be ignored and ghosted for something like that. “I just.. I just disliked the way Draken stared at you when we were at the table. When you walked away, he called you pretty and I didn’t like that. You’re my girl!” he said. “And I-I don’t want to scare you.. and believe me, you’re gorgeous! I just.. I don’t want to hear it coming from him.” 

Your eyes grew wide from his explanation. You hadn’t seen Baji act so distressed over something like this. Usually, he would give guys a glare when they stared at you for too long, but you weren’t expecting him to act like this. 

You also knew exactly what he was talking about. Draken had been quite friendly from the moment he had seen you, but you missed the way he stared at you. You really didn’t think too much since you had heard Mikey’s sister Emma was into him, so you assumed they had something going on. However, you could tell that the situation had made Baji insecure. He was a good boyfriend to you, and you loved him more than life itself. You didn’t want him getting any bad ideas, so you figured you’d reassure him the best you could.

You walked towards your boyfriend, cupping his cheeks with your hands. You lifted his head to make sure he was looking at you. “Baji..” you began, brushing the strands of black hair away from his eyes. “I don’t ever want you feeling like you’ll scare me or hurt me with what’s bothering you. It’s okay to get jealous sometimes.. but I want you to know you mean the world to me. I chose you for a reason, and I’d never leave you for someone else.” 

His eyes grew wide, and his cheeks warmed from your words. He was worried that you’d be turned off by his behavior. He felt kind of bad knowing he treated you poorly out of his own insecurity, but your words soothed any worries he had. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to push you away. I promise I’ll do better next time..” he said, placing his hands on top of the ones that were touching his cheeks. 

You smiled at him, feeling those bad thoughts you had disappeared. You were thankful that he was willing to talk to you and be more open with your relationship. “It’s okay.. I get it, but you can always talk to me! I’m always gonna listen, baby.” you said, kissing his head. “You’re the man I’ll always want at the end of the day.” 

Baji then reached forward and wrapped his arms around your torso. He buried his head in your stomach, inhaling your scent. He felt a small smile creep up on his features when he had you in his embrace. You were his girl. He never imagined he’d get so lucky with you. “I love you, princess..” he muttered, squeezing your body tightly.

You smiled. "I love you too, baby."