#dat fast knee though

[darlingsfandom]

Let's imagine Cillian and the younger!reader on vacation in Greece like they was in yacht, plus paparazzi photos! Thank u🫶

I’d love to go to Greece one day !

Tw: fingering, oral, drinking, swearing and not proofread!

It was a much needed vacation , after all the success Cillian has had the time for a vacation was now! The two of you had decided on Greece because it’s beautiful , historical and lovely. The first night was spent in the hotel room that over looked a beautiful body of water. It was a nice flight but long! The second day was the two of shopping and looking at tourist attractions!

Today though, today it was just the two of you on a yacht out in the beautiful sunshine. Cillian had helped you apply some sunscreen to your shoulders and nose! You did the same to him but you had to include his chest since yours was covered by your swimsuit.

“I know I’ve said it a million times already but this was needed.” You laughed sitting down against the throw pillow while he poured the two of you each a glass of wine. He held up the glass and clinked with yours before taking a sip. Cillian wrapped his arm around your sticky shoulder and kissed your head as the yacht stayed in the same spot. The sun was warm on your skin, his kisses tickled your neck as he placed his free hand on your chest. “Baby!” You giggled as he took the glass from your hand and set it down before untying the top of your swim suit which made you gasp.

“No need for all dat baby.” He moved your hands away from your boobs and kissed each one before wrapping his mouth around your nipple.

“Cillian! Someone might see us!” The fear in your body quickly changed when you felt his hand spreading your thighs.

“It’s just us baby.” He spoke against your skin as he kissed all the way down your body until he reached the most delicious part. Cillian licked his lips as he pulled your swimsuit to the side as you looked around nervously. This was a new territory for the both of you. Maybe it was the heat ? Maybe it was the wine? Maybe it was because he was actually relaxed but this newer side of sex with Cillian was exciting!

“Now be a good girl for me.” He spread your thighs as far as they could go before he was on his knees and buried his face between your legs.

“FUCK!” You moaned out. It had a been a minute since he had eaten you out. Lately it had been a few quickies or a fast fingering so this was a nice treat. Cillian hooked his arms around your thighs and licked a fat strip up your pussy until he found your clit. His tongue swirled around the pink bud making you moan his name in pleasure. Your hands reached up and massaged your tits as he licked at your pussy like it was the first time he’s ever tasted you.

“Such a delicious little cunt .” He licked his lips to catch his breath before going right back at it with the same amount of passion. Cillian looked up at you making direct eye contact with you as he sucked on your clit hard and as much as you wanted to look away you couldn’t , if you tried to look away he’d spank your thigh. As he devoured you Cillian slid a finger into you making you clench a little bit. He worked you over making sure to lick up your juices while fingering you faster.

“Don’t stop don’t ! Fuck me!” Your hips bucked forward against his tongue and he didn’t let you hold back this time. You used his face to get yourself off . He could tell you were close from the way you were gripping his hair, the way your thighs were shaking and how your voice was breaking.

“Dats my girl, cum fer me! Hmm be a good girl!” He egged you on making your orgasm snap!

“FUCK !!” Tears fell from your eyes as your thighs shook around his head. Cillian was enjoying every second of your orgasm ! Your juices coating his tongue and he was thirsty! You collapsed with a loud breath. You laid there panting as he pulled away licking his lips. He got off his knees to sit next to you and kissed you hard enough you could taste yourself.

“Give me a second and I’ll blow you baby.” You ran your hand over his chest.

“No no baby, today’s about you and your pleasure. I haven’t been fair to you.” Cillian kissed the top of your head and the two of you stayed on the yacht to watch the sunset together.

The next morning when Cillian walked out to the balcony with you sitting there having breakfast he smirked while tossing the newspaper onto the table in front of you. A loud gasp left your body making you almost choke on your fruit. Right there front and center was a picture of the two of you on the yacht.

“Guess I was wrong.” He shrugged his shoulders before sitting down next to you and grabbing your hand to run his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ll be wrong about things from time ta time but I’ll never be wrong about lovin ya.”

[midnighmoonligh]

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Fandom

Honaki Star Rail

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Characters

Y/N ;; 17 ;; AFAB ;; She/Her ;; Little

Svarog ;; He/It/They ;; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Falling and scraping knee.

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Plot Summary

Svarog discovers a little, Y/N. He spends the day playing with and caring for you.

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The underground always had this odd smell to it. Even though you were pretty used to it, growing up there wasn't entirely easy. You didn't have much of a childhood. Only because you needed to help your parents more than anything. Though today was more of an average calm day. It was nice. You found yourself regressing in this empty space. Most people weren't really around in this space so it worked out. Though, you quickly became bored. So you got up from the ground to explore. While exploring you came across a huge robot! You found robots so extremely cool. You hugged the plush you had in your arms close to your chest while the large robot stared down at you. Even though you were pretty tall for your age, the robot made you feel so small.

" Who are you? Do you pose a threat? Analyzing.. no potential threat, no individual from the Wildfire. Who exactly are you? " the robot spoke, startling you.

" 'm.. um.. um, " you struggled with your words for a few minutes.

You looked down to the stuffie in your arms while you tried your best to pronounce the words. You took your time while the robot watched patiently. It made you feel better about struggling with speaking in the moment. Eventually, you looked back at it when you got the hang of speaking.

" 'm.. Y.. Y/N! " you finally declared with a bright smile, being very proud of yourself for finally being able to say your own name.

" Y/N? I am Svarog. I'm going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer them, is that understood? "

You gave the strange robot, Svarog, a confused look. Though confused you figured it might be best to indulge the robot. Your s/o had always warned you, while little, to be careful around robots. They were unpredictable and could hurt you. Even so, you didn't really feel as if this one would. You fidgeted with the plush in your arms.

" 'm tries, " you decided on tell him.

" Is your species indigenous to this planet? Are you part of any organization? Military? Have you ever interacted with non-humanoid species? Are you familiar with the "Prospectors"? " Svarog began spitting out question after question. All the questions made you very dizzy very fast. Especially given you did not understand a single word that came out of him.

" 'm dunno wha dat means, " you mumbled hesitantly while gripping the plush in your arms, suddenly feeling scared that Svarog would do something to you.

" Then let's start from the basics. What do you know? What's the last thing you remember? What is your current objective? " Svarog quickly decided to ask instead.

He truly did not leave much time between responses. You rubbed your head, taking a deep breath like your s/o always instructed to help calm you. It made you feel much better. His footing shifted, metal clashing against the concrete under their feet. Your eyes still remained on him in a curious manor, even if Svarog was making you nervous. His whole vibe was so intense.

" Ummm... 'm hads Mac n Cheese! " you decided to tell him fairly randomly, unconscious wiggling as you remember how good it had tasted. You really liked Mac n Cheese.

" Hmm.. it would seem this girl's mind has been wiped... " Svarog spoke to himself, though obviously you could hear it. You titled his head, but mostly allowed him to decide this.

" Do you remember how old you are? What your favorite color is or what your favorite toy is other than your stuffy? " he soon added after you had given your bodily reactions. He seemed to react to nonverbal reactions just as much as verbal. The questions quickly made you smile, feeling excitedly to respond.

" 'm ums, 3! an 'm like rainbow. an 'm dunno toy ones 'cause dis 'm favorites bu no tell da rest! " you ended your words with a soft giggle. You then hugged the plush in your arms tightly, swinging your arms back and forth as you had.

" Hmm, it seems that you can't remember anything of your past. Are you capable of learning? Like, could I teach you how to play a board game or a new language? "

You paused to look up at him again. Your grip loosened on the plush in your arms. Your legs were starting to hurt so you sat down on the ground. A quiet pout made it's way on your lips from all the questions. You found it was mean that he didn't think that you could learn anything, or had even considered it. It wasn't like you were an alien, you were from the very town he protected.

" 'm sounds hards, " you decided as you thought about what he wanted to teach you. You let out a soft whine. All these questions were making you bored and stressed. You looked around, seemingly looking for something else to do while you swung your feet so they went back and forth, then ran into each other.

" Hmm, what would be an easy game that we could try? " Svarog asked himself while shifting his arms to cross over his chest. The various metal of his body creeked and clicked as he did so.

" You seem to love your toy, perhaps you like throwing things? How about we try a game of fetch? Does that sound like it could be fun to you? "

The very notion out of the robot made you feel offened. The first thing you could think of was that he wanted to throw your special stuffie. You gasped and pressed the plush against your chest, turning slightly to protect the plush from Svarog.

" 'm no gonna throw him! " you yelled at Svarog, feeling flabbergasted he would even suggest such a thing.

" No no, he would be too precious to throw! " he counted quickly while waving his hands in front of himself in a panicked manor. He seemed so oddly expressive, more so than you've ever really seen before from a robot. An audible sigh came from him.

" Let's try something else. I know a song, "Twinkle twinkle little star", could you follow along if I sang it to you and copied my actions? " he suggested, feeling proud of himself for the ideas he's been able to come up with. The idea made you tilt your head, but it sounded very fun. You smiled and nodded, getting up from the ground quickly. You set your favorite plush on the ground out of the way to watch them play before coming back to him.

" 'm tries! " you declared excitedly, wiggling to express such excitement.

Svarog starts singing the song and does a little dance while singing and looks to see if you are copying him. Every time he moved his joints creeked and clicked. The noise was oddly satisfying to you, you liked it. You tried your best to mirror him, singing loudly, but sloppily. Though you were having fun, you were messing up a lot. You didn't quite understand that he was testing you. Even if you did know, you would probably be okay with it honestly. He seemed so cool and nice!

Svarog keeps singing and doing the dance, but watches closely, and starts to sing slower and slower whenever you mess up a bit to give you more time to follow along. You giggle loudly from how much fun you were having. Now that Svarog was moving slower you were having less of a hard time keeping up. Your motor skills weren't the best when you regressed. Once you seemed to have gotten the hang of it, Svarog speeds up the pace a little bit to try and keep the song going and make it a bit more of a game.

You tried your best to keep up, however, it did quickly became too fast for you to keep up with. Your shoe from your dominant foot got caught on some of the cemete, making you truly and fall. You tried to catch yourself from instinct, but it didn't really work. Your hands throbbed in pain and so did your knees, but your knees hurt the most. Slowly you moved to sit on the cemete you had fallen onto. Your knees were bleeding quite bad, but thankfully your hands were okay. You began to cry in pain. Svarog stops very quickly and comes over to you, kneeling down next to you.

" Oh no, are you alright? Do you need any medicine or a band-aid? What part of you hurts? Point to it, " he spoke in as soft of a tone as his programming allowed him to.

" 'm knee, " you hiccuped out as you showed Svarog the boo boo on your knee. Svarog looks at the ouchie and carefully wipes away the tears with his hand.

" Oh, that looks really sore. How about I go and grab some band-aid and some medicine. Would you want that? "

You nod in response while you softly cried. Unconsciously, you relaxed unto the robots touch while he tried to wipe away the tears on your face. Svarog picks you up so that you are resting comfortably in his arms, being sure to avoid putting pressure on your knees.

" I'll go and grab the band-aids and medicine, I'll be back as soon as possible little one. Is that okay? "

You reached your arms up as Svarog leaned in to pick you up, quickly clinging onto him once he did pick you up from the ground. You hiccuped softly while crying from the pain. It was hard to form words, so all you did was nodding once more to the question that had been asked. Due to your distress, you end up forgetting about the stuffie friend waiting on the ground for you. Svarog holds you gently and carries you to his medical kit. He carefully bandages and applies some anti-infection cream to the injury. You carefully swung his legs back and forth when Svarog was all done making your boo boos better. He found this very cute. Then he carefully set you back down onto your feet. He grabs a bottle of orange juice and some cookies.

" There we go. How does that look? Better? Do you think some orange juice and cookies would make you feel better? "

" Yes pease, " you asked softly with a sniffle.

" What can I get you first? " He looks at the juice bottle and the box of cookies in his hands. " Hmm... Juice is healthy, but cookies are yummy. Which do you want little guy? "

" Umm... Cookies! " you giggled out happily, seeming cheer up now that your knees didn't hurt anymore. Well, they did a little, but you were quickly forgotting about the pain.

" A good choice, " Svarog says cheerfully. " What kind of cookies would you like? " He holds out his hand over the open box, letting you pick what you want from the box.

" 'm like sugar cookies, " you quietly told him as you gently took the sugar cookies out of the box. You quietly munched on them once you had them in your small hands.

" Oh, you picked my favorite type too! " Svarog says with a smile, picking a sugar cookie out of the box and pretending to eat it. " They're so yummy, aren't they? "

The action made you squeal and break into giggles. You knew he couldn't actually eat food, but it made you happy to see that he liked the same food as you... even if it is pretend. Svarog then picks up the juice box and shows it to you.

" Do you want some of this too? " he offered. You nodded excitedly, reaching out for the juice box.

" Pease, " you asked politely.

" A great choice! " Svarog says, while opening the juice box.

You waited patiently for it to be opened before drinking from it. You rocked yourself back and forth to stim, soothing yourself unconsciously. When Svarog finished, he held it up so that you can start drinking. However, he doesn't let you take the box. Rather, he feeds it to you in an adorable manor.

" Have you ever tried this juice before? It will give you lots of vitamins and energy. " Svarog asked cheerfully to you he watches you drink the juice.

" 'm dunno, " you answered honestly, really not sure. Your memory always became very bad when you became little. Svarong gently pets your hair while thinking about how cute you are.

" Oh, it's okay if you don't know! What else would you like to talk or play? Do you know any other songs with simple moves I could dance along to? Or perhaps a game like 'I Spy' where I could hide something for you and then you would try to find it? "

You felt better at his reassurance that having bad memory is okay. You didn't feel as gross about it anymore. However the game description confused you. You were pretty sure that wasn't how 'I spy' worked. You looked just as confused as your thoughts sounded in your head. Soon, you giggled at his silliness.

" Dats no I spy! " you told him, giggling your words out with a smile.

" Oh! Can you hide something for me to find then? And then I'll hide something for you to find? That will make it extra fun! " Svarog says excitedly, his body language showing a kind and happy vibe. He didn't seem to understand what you meant. You giggled louder as he talked about the game. The loud giggle was very rare for you, given you were generally a quiet little girl.

" Yous plays I spy like dis sillys! I spy wif my wittle eye somefings... " You trailed off, looking around for something. " .. pink! " you decided proudly with a happy smile. Svarog lights on his body grew brighter from happiness seeing how happy you are, it's always a joy to see the little girl happy. Soon, he picked you up and held you close.

" Oh! Does that mean I have to find something pink? Is it hidden in this room? " he asked. You giggled excitedly while bouncing in his arms to express the happiness.

" Oh, how adorable, " Svarog says, unable to contain a little happy laugh. It made you pout, but quickly you became distracted again.

" Alright, I'm ready to play. I'll close my eyes real quick and you hide the object before I open them, " Svarog does so, keeping his eyes shut tight.

Though you couldn't really tell if his eyes were actually closed. He wasn't playing the game right, but you decide to make him happy you would play along with his rules. Besides, maybe it'll be fun! You carefully got down from his arms, searching your pockets for something pink. You were happy to find one of the many odd flowers you often yoinked while exploring when little. You giggled quietly to yourself before carefully hiding it behind some scraps of metal. When you finished you ran back to him and grabbed onto his arm, tugging it so that he knew he was there.

" 'm done, " you verbally told him, only to let go so you could suck your thumb.

Svarog carefully opens his eyes and looks around the room, wondering where you hid the flower.

" Where could it be... " Svarog says, thinking to himself as he looks around the room for the object, carefully avoiding any sharp objects or places where the little girl could get hurt, seeing as you were following him around excitedly. He was right, this version of the game is fun!

" Hmm... " he hums quietly to himself, deep in thought and concentration as he scans the room for the object. You waited patiently, unable to contain your giggles every time that Svarog cane close to where the flower was hidden. Svarog's lights flicker excitedly as he spots the flower.

" Ah-hah! I found it! " He chuckles and picks the flowers up, standing up and holding the flowers towards you to show you. You squealed happily, jumping up and down as Svarog found it. " Now it is my turn. Are you ready? "

You calmed down, nodding excitedly when told it is your turn. You closed your eyes tightly and patiently. You couldn't wait to see what he had hidden for you to find. Though, you were starting to feel a bit tired from all the excitement.

" 'm ready Mr! "

" Very well then, " Svarog says cheerfuly, as he gently sets the flowers on a nearby table and waited for you to close your eyes. " I'm going to hide something very special now, it is my best hidden place, very secret. If you find it I will give you 3 wishes, okay? " Svarog says, making sure he said it right.

" Kay! " you squealed excitedly.

" Alright I'm all hidden now! " Svarog says happily. You opened your eyes and curiously looked around. You were already struggling to find it, making you pout. Soon you looked at him with said pout.

" I will give you just a little hint to give you a head start, alright? Just a tiny little bit. "

" Kay, " you responded softly.

" Okay? Okay! My hint is: It's up high! " Svarog says, clearly holding back the urge to just tell you where it is.

With this hint, you tried your best to look up in high places while being careful of the stuff around them. Even with the hint it was obvious you were struggling heavily. You couldn't seem to find it anywhere. You took a deep breath as your s/o had always told you when you were getting frustrated. It always became hard for you to breathe when you became too frustrated.

" 'm dunno where's, " you whined at Svarog, hoping that the robot would help a little more. Even so, you had a look of determination.

Svarog can't help but feel very happy as he watched your determined face. It made his lights flicker softly from happiness of spending time with you.

" Take your time little one, don't worry. Take as much time as you need! There is no time limit, just don't give up, and I know you will find it, I know you can. "

With these words, you carefully waddle yourself over to Svarog. You hugged his leg while looking up at him. He's tall... so maybe it was him? Then again, everything looked so big to you when you felt this little. It was hard to tell what actually was big and what wasn't.

" Is it yous? "

Svarog starts trying not to laugh at the silliness of it as he holds you close to him once you hugged his leg. He gaves you a soft hug and a few small cheek rubs to help sooth your frustrated feelings. You pouted at Svarog, but relaxed as he hugged you. The affection comforted you and helped you calm down.

" No little one, it's not me. It's something I hid because I know I'll forget where I put it! " he chuckled lightly. " But I put it in a very clever hiding spot, so I'm sure you will find it soon. "

You gave a small nod, hesugsntlr letting go of Svarog and returning to trying to find the object. You weren't really sure you would be able to find the object. You didn't even have any hints as to what it looked like. You kept looking around the room, but didn't seem to have much luck. After awhile you yawned and rubbed at your eyes, but still tried to find it. You wanted to make Svarog proud of you and keep him happy. Svarog chuckled, grabbing your attention but only for a split second.

" You can take a break if you need to little one, do you need a nap? " Svarog says, with another soft chuckle to go with it, clearly not being in any rush for you to complete the search, and being more than happy to let your try however long you needed to or wanted to.

" Or are you determined to finish finding that hidden object before you rest? It is okay if you're tired, I won't be disappointed or anything, " he reassured, which did ease you to give into how tired you felt.

" Is oki? " you asked hesitantly, even though he had very clearly said it was in fact okay. Svarog nods and gives you an understanding smile.

" That's alright little one; we could try again in a little while. Are you sleepy? Would you like to lay down somewhere? " Svarog says while kneeling down to your height. It made you feel so little. " Or do you just want to sleep in my arms? " He adds with a kind chuckle and opening his arms to invite you in.

You quietly, and sleepily, waddled yourself over to him. You collapse into his arms to which he welcomed you with a big bear hug. You couldn't help but relax into him and cling to him. He picked you up in one swift motion. It was fairly easy for him to carry and hold you. You leaned against him carefully, pressing your cheek against his shoulder while more yawns escaped you.

" 'm dunno, " you whispered, being too sleepy to decide anything anymore. Svarog gives you a soft hug and stroked your hair.

" You're really tired little one aren't you? Would you like me to take you to your room so you could lay down? Or would you like me to let you sleep in my arms? " Svarog asks, his face lighting up once again with a soft, happy, and kind bodily language to match.

" 'm wanna bes wif yous, " you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes after.

Svarog admored how adorable you are, being overcome with happiness at your choice. He has gotten rather attached to you in such a small time. Your young mental space reminded him much of how Clara was at this age. The memories comforted him.

" Alright, let's go lay in bed then, we can snuggle together, " he suggested, starting to walk slowly towards a side door, which leads into a room.

" Are you comfortable? Is the way I'm holding you okay? " he asked just in case. You just nodded very slowly. You were comfortable, clearly. While Svarog walked, you began to doze off in his arms.

" Are you falling asleep on me? " Svarog hums quietly, looking down at you then he starts to laugh a little bit. " Hmm, I guess you must be very tired huh? " he adds with a happy chuckle.

" Alright, let's go lay down, " he continues toward the bedroom, still holding you closely to him. You tried to fight your sleep, but ended up falling asleep before they even got to the room.

Svarog chuckles happily as he notices that you are sleeping, before carrying you into the room, laying you down carefully onto the bed. You curl up on the bed once placed onto it. He looks down at the sleeping girl, lights still glowing brightly from happiness.

" My little angel is so cute, so soft and adorable... " He adds with a whisper. He stands back up and moves a stuffed bear next to you to comfort you. You sucked your thumb while you slept peacefully and cuddled the stuffie. Then, Svarog goes up to sit in a rocking chair nearby.

Svarog smiles and watches over you as you sleep for a while, while sitting on the rocking chair. He gently rocks himself to and fro while he looks down at you. You are so peaceful, so full of pure innocence. Seeing you sleep brings happiness to Svarog, he feels so full of emotion. He wants to protect you from the dangers of this world, he wants his little friend to be loved and protected. Just as he had done for Clara.

He stays there for a while, simply watching and keeping watch over the sleeping girl.

[thirtysomethingloser92]

Heya chère! I was wondering if you write Remy Lebeau and Original X-Men male character? 🤔

If so I have this idea for Remy and my original X-Men character Ajax who is having a panic attack after a mission that reminded him of his traumatic past and Remy notices and comforts him! 💜💜💜💜

[ Ajax is 24 btw. So don't worry about a little smut hehe 😌☺️]

( ignore it if you don't write stuff like this)

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS SO I HOPE THIS IS OKAY MY DARLING!

Ajax sat on the bench outside the X-Mansion, hands gripping the edges, his knuckles stark white. His chest rose and fell like a panicked machine, too fast, too shallow. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull in enough air. The burn of a panic attack clawed at his throat, and the sounds of the mission played over and over in his mind—buildings crumbling, screams in the distance, the weight of helplessness crushing him like a vice.

The mission had been a success, technically. They’d stopped the threat. But it didn’t feel like a victory. Not to Ajax. The fight had been too close to… that night.

He clenched his eyes shut, trying to push the memories back down, when he felt a shadow fall over him.

“Cher, you look like you been fightin’ somethin’ a lot worse than Sentinels out here.”

Ajax blinked and looked up, his vision swimming for a second before it cleared. There was Remy LeBeau, leaning against a nearby post, flipping a card between his fingers like he didn’t have a care in the world. His red-on-black eyes glinted in the dim light, but his usual smirk wasn’t as sharp—it was softer, more knowing.

Ajax swallowed, but the lump in his throat stayed put. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a ragged breath. His hands were still shaking, and his heart thundered in his chest.

Remy’s smirk faded a little more as he took in the sight. “Ain’t gotta say nothin’, homme. I seen dat look before. Y’ain’t alone in it.”

Still, Ajax couldn’t respond, the panic squeezing tighter, pulling him under. The mission had been too much—too many triggers, too many moments that snapped him right back to his past. The night his family had been taken in the chaos. The night he couldn’t save them.

“I—I can’t breathe,” Ajax finally managed, his voice shaky and raw. His fingers dug into his knees like he was trying to physically hold himself together. “It’s just—it’s all comin’ back.”

Remy’s eyes softened. He crouched down in front of Ajax, bringing himself to eye level. “Alrigh’, mon frère. You ain’t gotta talk about it now, but I need you to do somethin’ for ol’ Remy, yeah?” His tone was gentle, almost coaxing, but still steady as a rock. “Breathe wit’ me. Jus’ follow my lead.”

Ajax’s breath was ragged, shallow, and too fast. Remy breathed in slowly through his nose, exaggeratedly, showing Ajax the rhythm. “In, nice an’ slow, homme. In through de nose, out through de mouth. Ain’t no rush. We takin’ our sweet time, d’accord?”

Ajax tried to follow, but his chest was tight, like a coil wound too tight, ready to snap. He forced himself to mimic Remy’s breathing, though it felt like he was dragging air through a narrow straw. His body trembled, his vision still swam, but slowly—so slowly—the pressure in his chest eased just a little.

Remy didn’t move, didn’t push. He just stayed there, breathing with him, his voice low and soothing. “Y’know, dis ain’t somethin’ new, cher. Life got a funny lil’ way of sneakin’ up on us when we least expect it. T’ings we thought we buried deep? Dey come back, like ghosts lookin’ for company.”

Ajax’s shoulders loosened a fraction as he focused on the Cajun’s voice. Remy had been through his own hells—everyone on the team had their scars—but somehow, the man carried it all with a kind of swagger that Ajax had always envied. Now, though, there was no swagger, no mask. Just a man who understood.

“It reminded me of…” Ajax’s voice cracked. He tried again. “Of when I lost them.”

Remy’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes were filled with understanding. “Ain’t no shame in dat, mon ami. Pain like dat? It leaves a mark, deep. But dat don’t mean it owns ya, y’hear?”

Ajax’s breath was still shaky, but it was slowing, finding a rhythm. “I thought… I thought I was over it. It’s been years, Remy. Why does it still hit me like this?”

Remy gave a small shrug, his lips tugging into a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Ain’t no timeline on hurt, cher. Sometimes, it’s like a shadow. You don’t always see it, but it’s always dere, hangin’ ‘round. But shadows only show up when dere’s light, yeah? And you, mon frère, you still got plenty o’ light in ya. Don’t let dat shadow convince you otherwise.”

Ajax looked down at his hands, still trembling, though not as violently now. “I feel weak,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Like I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”

Remy chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Weak? Non, cher. You kiddin’ me? Ain’t nothin’ weak ‘bout survivin’. You been through hell, and here you are, still standin’. Dat ain’t weak. Dat’s strength. Stronger dan most, if y’ask me.”

Ajax’s grip on the bench loosened as the panic slowly ebbed away. His breathing was steadier now, and the world didn’t feel like it was spinning out of control anymore. His heart still beat faster than normal, but it wasn’t pounding in his ears the way it had been moments ago. He wasn’t okay—not yet—but there was a strange, quiet peace in the fact that he wasn’t alone.

He glanced at Remy, still crouched in front of him, the Cajun’s red-on-black eyes watching him carefully. For a guy who usually wore his cocky smile like armor, Remy had been surprisingly gentle—patient, even. Maybe that was what Ajax needed more than anything in that moment. Someone who wasn’t rushing him, someone who understood that some wounds didn’t heal on a schedule.

“Thanks, Remy,” Ajax finally said, his voice steadier now, though still a little rough, like gravel underfoot. He felt awkward in his gratitude, not quite sure how to express it.

Remy’s lips curled into that trademark lopsided grin, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Anytime, mon ami. But don’t go tellin’ nobody I’m soft, aight? Gotta keep my reputation nice an’ shiny.” He winked, but there was something softer beneath the tease.

Ajax managed a small smile, shaking his head. “Your secret’s safe with me,” he said, his tone lighter now, though he couldn’t help but notice how close Remy still was. The Cajun was always making people feel like they were the only ones in the room, and right now, Ajax wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a dangerous one.

“Good,” Remy murmured, standing up and stretching with a lazy grace. He flipped the card one last time before tucking it back into his coat. “Now, how ‘bout we get inside ‘fore Rogue comes lookin’ for us? Girl’s gonna drag us into de Danger Room, and I don’t feel like gettin’ hit wit’ her fists tonight.”

Ajax chuckled, the sound hoarse but real. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound like fun. Pretty sure I’ve had enough bruises for one day.”

Remy gave a mock shudder. “Ain’t dat de truth. Rogue don’t know her own strength sometimes. Besides, I’d rather spend my evening wit’ better company, if y’know what I mean.”

Ajax glanced over at Remy, catching the quick flicker of something in his gaze. He wasn’t sure if it was just Remy being Remy—always flirting, always teasing—or if there was something more behind the words. Over the past few months, there had been these moments between them, moments that felt like they lingered a little too long. A touch that lasted a second too much, a joke that hit too close to something real.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Part of him was drawn to Remy’s easy confidence, the way he could make anyone feel like they belonged, like they were special. But another part of him—the part that was still raw from the past, still trying to piece together who he was—wasn’t sure if he could handle that kind of attention. Not now. Not when everything felt so fragile.

Still, there was warmth in the way Remy stayed close, in the way his voice softened when it was just the two of them.

Ajax pushed himself up from the bench, feeling the cool night air against his skin. He glanced over at the mansion, the lights glowing softly in the distance, but he didn’t move right away. For a moment, they just stood there in the quiet, the tension between them palpable but unspoken.

“You gonna stand dere all night, cher?” Remy asked, his voice low, teasing, but there was a different kind of tension behind it. “Or you waitin’ for somethin’?”

Ajax raised an eyebrow, trying to match Remy’s playful tone, though his pulse quickened for reasons that had nothing to do with the earlier panic attack. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the view.”

Remy’s grin widened, but his gaze lingered, his eyes searching Ajax’s face for something more. “Careful now, homme. You keep talkin’ like dat, an’ I’ll start to think you mean it.”

Ajax swallowed, feeling the weight of those words settle between them. There had always been a lightness to their banter—something easy and harmless—but now, standing here in the stillness of the night, it felt different. More real. More dangerous.

He shifted, breaking eye contact for a moment, unsure of what to say. Remy made it look so easy, like he was always in control of the situation, but Ajax wasn’t sure he was ready to follow that lead. Not yet.

“Maybe I do,” Ajax said, quieter this time, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. He wasn’t sure what part of him said them—the confident part, or the part that just wanted something solid to hold onto—but they were out there now, hanging in the air between them.

For a second, Remy didn’t say anything. His eyes flickered with something—a hint of surprise, maybe, or amusement. Then, slowly, that grin returned, but it wasn’t cocky this time. It was softer, more genuine.

“Well, well,” Remy drawled, stepping a little closer, his voice dipping lower. “Looks like you full o’ surprises tonight, Ajax. Ain’t often I meet someone who can keep me on my toes.”

Ajax felt a nervous laugh bubble up in his throat, but he swallowed it down, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “Guess I’m just full of surprises.”

Remy’s gaze lingered, his eyes tracing Ajax’s face, and for a moment, the world felt like it had shrunk down to just the two of them. The sounds of the mansion, the distant hum of the forest, even the cool night breeze—they all faded into the background, leaving only the weight of Remy’s presence and the subtle tension between them.

“Y’know,” Remy said softly, his voice almost a whisper now, “you ain’t gotta figure it all out tonight, cher. Whatever dis is—whatever you feelin’—it don’t gotta be rushed. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Ajax’s throat tightened, but not in the way it had earlier. This wasn’t panic—it was something else, something more dangerous and exciting. He wasn’t sure what to say, wasn’t sure if he could even trust himself to speak.

But then Remy stepped back, giving him space, like he somehow knew Ajax needed it. “C’mon,” Remy said, his voice returning to its usual playful tone. “Let’s get inside ‘fore someone comes lookin’. Don’t need de whole mansion thinkin’ we went missin’.”

As they walked side by side, the cool night air settled around them, but Ajax couldn’t shake the lingering warmth between them. The mansion loomed in the distance, its lights softly glowing against the dark sky, but the quiet of the night felt intimate, almost like it was wrapping them in a private bubble where everything else faded away.

Remy walked with his usual relaxed gait, hands tucked into the pockets of his trench coat, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot marking their steps.

“So, dis mission,” Remy started, breaking the silence with a casual tone, “not exactly how I planned spendin’ my Friday night, y’know? Figured I’d be enjoyin’ a glass o’ bourbon, maybe a little poker. Instead, I’m out here dodgin’ lasers an’ pullin’ you outta trouble.”

Ajax smirked, side-eyeing him. “Yeah? Figured you’d be the type to enjoy a little chaos.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, mon frère,” Remy chuckled, his voice low and rich. “I do love a lil’ trouble. But I like it better when I’m choosin’ the trouble, y’feel me?”

Ajax’s heart had slowed down from the frantic pace of before, but there was something else now. Something that made it thud in his chest, a steady rhythm that matched the energy between them. He could feel it buzzing in the air. He wasn’t sure if it was Remy’s natural magnetism or the way Remy had been there for him tonight, but every quiet word, every glance felt heavier than usual.

“Guess I owe you one,” Ajax said, his voice quieter now as they reached the mansion’s entrance. He hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door. “For pulling me out of my own head back there.”

“Non, cher, you don’t owe me nothin’,” Remy replied, stepping in after him, his tone more serious but still soft. “We all got our ghosts, yeah? Sometimes it jus’ takes another lost soul t’ help you find your way back.”

There was that softness again, the mask slipping for just a moment, and Ajax felt it hit him in a way that left him unsettled. Remy had always been good at reading people, at knowing how to say just enough to make you feel like you weren’t alone. But tonight, it felt personal, like Remy wasn’t just talking about Ajax’s ghosts—he was talking about his own.

They walked down the quiet halls of the mansion, the atmosphere shifting now that they were back inside. The walls felt larger, the space between them smaller. Ajax glanced over at Remy, stealing another look as they moved in sync. He couldn’t help noticing the way Remy’s coat brushed against his legs, the way his hair fell just slightly over his brow, and the way his lips curved into that lazy smile, almost as if he knew exactly what Ajax was thinking.

“So, what’s next?” Ajax asked, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

Remy glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. “What’s next? After tonight? Well, I been thinkin’ ‘bout hittin’ de sheets, maybe catchin’ a few hours o’ sleep. Unless y’got somethin’ else in mind, cher.”

Ajax’s stomach fluttered at that last part, and he cursed how easily Remy could make everything sound like it had a double meaning. Maybe it was just Remy being Remy—light-hearted, playful, always testing boundaries—but tonight, it felt different.

They reached Ajax’s room, the door standing slightly ajar, and for a moment, Ajax hesitated. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, or maybe he was, but he didn’t know how to act on it. His hand hovered over the door handle.

Remy leaned against the doorframe, watching him with those sharp, knowing eyes. “You alright, homme? You look like you tryin’ t’ solve a puzzle in dat head o’ yours.”

Ajax chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, something like that.”

The laughter faded, and the silence between them grew heavy again. Ajax knew he could just walk inside, say goodnight, and let everything stay as it was. The safe option. But as he stood there, staring at the slightly open door, he realized how much he didn’t want that.

He wanted more.

Without thinking, Ajax turned back to Remy, his heart hammering in his chest. He stepped closer, closing the space between them until he could feel the warmth radiating off Remy’s body. He didn’t know if the Cajun would pull back or make another joke, but the way Remy’s gaze flickered—briefly surprised, then curious—was all the encouragement Ajax needed.

“I—” Ajax started, unsure of how to say it, unsure if he even needed to. His hand faltered for only a second before he reached up, cupping the back of Remy’s neck and pulling him in.

The kiss was sudden, but not rough. It was tentative at first, a gentle pressure as Ajax pressed his lips to Remy’s, testing, feeling the way Remy’s breath hitched. For a split second, Ajax thought maybe he’d made a mistake.

But then Remy responded.

The hand Remy had kept in his pocket slid out, and he grabbed Ajax by the waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate intensity. Remy’s lips were warm, soft, and when they parted just slightly, Ajax felt a shiver run down his spine. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected Remy’s kiss to feel so sure, so consuming, like he’d been waiting for this just as much as Ajax had.

Remy broke the kiss first, just barely, his lips still brushing against Ajax’s as he spoke. His voice was low, husky, and full of that familiar teasing tone, but there was something deeper there too. “Well, cher… wasn’t expectin’ dat t’night.”

Ajax’s breath was shaky, his heart racing now for an entirely different reason. He swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady. “Me neither,” he admitted, his fingers still tangled in the hair at the nape of Remy’s neck. “But… I don’t want to stop.”

Remy’s grin widened, the tension between them thickening as his hand slid up Ajax’s side, his fingers tracing the hem of his shirt. “Ain’t no need t’ stop, mon frère,” Remy murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Ajax’s ear now, sending a jolt of electricity through him. “Not unless you want to.”

Ajax’s resolve snapped, and he kissed Remy again, harder this time, pulling him into the room. The door swung shut behind them with a soft click.

The next moments were a blur of hands and mouths, of clothes being pushed aside in the heat of the moment. Remy’s hands were everywhere—on his back, his chest, sliding under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. Ajax couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get close enough. He tugged at Remy’s coat, pushing it off his shoulders as they stumbled toward the bed, lips never parting except for quick, ragged breaths.

Remy’s laugh was low and breathy as he shrugged off the coat, his fingers quick and deft as they worked the buttons of Ajax’s shirt. “Damn, cher… when you take initiative, you don’t mess around.”

Ajax didn’t have the breath to respond, not when Remy’s lips were on his neck, kissing a trail down to his collarbone. His shirt fell open, and Remy pushed him back onto the bed, following him down with a slow, deliberate grace that made Ajax’s head spin.

Remy hovered over him, their faces inches apart, and for a moment, he just looked at Ajax—really looked at him. His hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from Ajax’s forehead, his touch surprisingly tender after everything that had just happened.

“Y’sure about dis?” Remy asked, his voice lower now, more serious. The teasing was gone, replaced by something softer, something real.

Ajax nodded, his breath still coming in short gasps. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Remy’s smile returned, softer this time, and he leaned down, pressing another kiss to Ajax’s lips—this one slower, more languid, as though they had all the time in the world. And for tonight, maybe they did.

As Remy’s lips moved slowly over Ajax’s, the world outside their room seemed to fade entirely. The mansion was quiet, the only sounds now the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional ragged breath escaping between them. The kiss between them deepened, but it wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate, measured, like they were savoring each moment, each second of contact.

Ajax’s hands slid up Remy’s back, feeling the strength beneath the fabric of his shirt. His heart was pounding, not from panic this time, but from the sheer intensity of the moment. He hadn’t expected this when the night began—hadn’t expected to feel something so real, so grounding. But as Remy hovered over him, their bodies pressed together, it felt like the natural conclusion to something that had been slowly building between them for months.

Remy’s fingers were expert, nimble as they worked the remaining buttons of Ajax’s shirt. He pushed the fabric aside, revealing Ajax’s chest, and leaned down to press his lips to the warm skin there, the sensation sending small shivers through Ajax’s body. His lips traced a slow path from Ajax’s collarbone, down the center of his chest, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

Ajax gasped, his fingers tangling in Remy’s hair as his body arched slightly in response to the touch. Every point of contact between them felt electric, like sparks igniting wherever Remy’s lips or hands moved.

“Remy…” Ajax breathed, his voice catching slightly on the name.

Remy’s head lifted slightly, his red-on-black eyes glinting with a soft kind of mischief, but beneath it, there was something deeper—an intensity that Ajax hadn’t seen in him before. “Oui, cher?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Y’need somethin’, homme?”

Ajax’s breath hitched again, the teasing note in Remy’s voice making his pulse quicken. But beneath the teasing, there was a tenderness, a care in the way Remy was taking his time. The Cajun wasn’t rushing him, wasn’t pushing. Remy was simply there, offering Ajax the space to take what he wanted, to move at his own pace.

“I… I just…” Ajax struggled to find the right words, his mind a whirl of sensations and emotions. He looked up at Remy, their eyes locking, and for once, he let himself be vulnerable. “I just need you.”

At that, something shifted in Remy. His teasing grin softened, and his hand came up to gently cup Ajax’s jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against his cheek. “I’m here, cher. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

The sincerity in Remy’s voice, so free of pretense or games, sent a wave of warmth through Ajax. He pulled Remy down into another kiss, this one slower, softer, filled with emotion more than urgency. Remy responded in kind, his body pressing closer, their skin finally meeting as he slid Ajax’s shirt fully off his shoulders.

Every touch now felt like a promise, each kiss a reassurance. It wasn’t just about lust or desire—though both were certainly there—it was about connection, about Remy grounding Ajax in the present, pulling him out of the dark corners of his mind and into the here and now.

Remy’s hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the contours of Ajax’s hips before they found the waistband of his pants. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching Ajax’s face for any sign of hesitation. “You sure, mon ami?” he asked, his voice low but serious.

Ajax nodded, his breath coming in shallow bursts. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice filled with certainty this time. “I’m sure.”

With that, Remy’s hands moved to undo the button of Ajax’s pants, his movements slow and deliberate. Ajax could feel his pulse thundering in his chest, but it wasn’t from anxiety. It was from anticipation, from the way Remy’s touch sent waves of heat coursing through him.

As Remy slid Ajax’s pants down, Ajax kicked them off the rest of the way, leaving him bare beneath Remy’s gaze. For a moment, he felt exposed, vulnerable in a way he hadn’t expected. But then Remy leaned in, his body pressing against Ajax’s, and the warmth of his skin against Ajax’s own chased away any lingering uncertainty.

Remy kissed him again, this time deeper, more demanding, but still with that same undercurrent of care. His hands roamed over Ajax’s body, exploring every inch of him with a kind of reverence that made Ajax’s breath catch in his throat. It was like Remy was memorizing him, tracing each line, each curve, with his fingertips.

Ajax’s own hands moved to Remy’s shirt, pushing it up over his head, revealing the lean, toned muscles beneath. He let his hands wander over Remy’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his palm, grounding himself in the reality of the moment.

Remy pulled back just long enough to shed the rest of his clothes, and then they were skin to skin, their bodies pressed together in a way that felt both natural and overwhelming at the same time. Ajax’s breath hitched as Remy leaned down again, pressing soft kisses to his neck, his shoulder, the curve of his jaw.

Certainly! Let’s expand and deepen this scene, focusing on both the emotional and physical intensity between Ajax and Remy. The moment will continue to build, emphasizing the connection and the care they take with each other, as well as the trust they establish throughout the scene. This expansion will explore the moment of vulnerability as they give in to their desires, but also the emotional undercurrent that makes this more than just a physical encounter.

The slow build of tension between them had reached its peak. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt almost instinctual, each touch, each brush of skin against skin, drawing out soft sounds from both of them—gasps, sighs, and the occasional moan that filled the quiet room like music. Every inch of Ajax’s body seemed to be on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as Remy’s hands explored him with a slow, deliberate reverence.

Remy’s touch was both gentle and firm, his fingers tracing the lines of Ajax’s body like he was memorizing every curve, every scar. And then, in a move that felt both tender and possessive, Remy’s hand found Ajax’s, their fingers lacing together. He pressed Ajax’s hand down into the mattress, anchoring them both in the moment, grounding them in the reality of what was happening between them.

“Remy…” Ajax’s voice was barely a whisper, breathless and filled with need, but it carried with it more than just physical desire. There was an unspoken plea in the way he said Remy’s name—an urgency, a vulnerability, a want for something deeper, something that went beyond the physical connection.

Remy’s eyes darkened with intensity, his gaze locking onto Ajax’s as he leaned down and kissed him again. The kiss was slow, but there was a fire beneath it, a heat that threatened to consume them both. Ajax could feel it—the way Remy’s arousal pressed into him, the way their bodies fit together, like they had been waiting for this moment for longer than either of them had realized.

But then, just as the kiss deepened, Remy pulled back slightly, his breath hot against Ajax’s lips. His hands didn’t move; they stayed where they were, steady and sure. But his eyes searched Ajax’s face, looking for any sign of hesitation, any flicker of doubt.

“Cher…” Remy’s voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a tenderness beneath it, a careful restraint. “You sure ‘bout dis? I need t’know you ain’t doin’ dis just t’push away what’s hauntin’ you.”

Ajax’s breath hitched at the question, at the concern in Remy’s voice. He knew what Remy was asking—he knew Remy was giving him a chance to stop, to pull back before they crossed a line neither of them could uncross. And Ajax appreciated it. He appreciated the care Remy was showing, the way he wasn’t just giving in to the heat of the moment, but making sure Ajax wouldn’t regret this in the morning.

But the truth was, Ajax didn’t want to stop. This wasn’t about running from his demons, or trying to forget the ghosts that haunted him. This was about Remy. It was about the way Remy made him feel—grounded, seen, understood. It was about the connection they had been building, the trust that had formed between them over months of banter, of quiet conversations, of shared glances that lingered just a little too long.

“Please,” Ajax whispered, his voice raw, his fingers tightening around Remy’s. “I want this. I want you.”

Remy’s gaze softened at the words, and something in his expression shifted. The tension between them was still there—if anything, it had only grown—but now there was something else, too. A quiet understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of what this moment meant. It wasn’t just about desire anymore. It was about trust, about allowing themselves to be vulnerable with each other in a way they hadn’t before.

Remy kissed him again, slower this time, more deliberate. His free hand moved down Ajax’s body, tracing a path that sent shivers through him, before sliding lower. He moved with a careful precision, his touch gentle but sure as he made sure Ajax was comfortable, made sure he was ready.

Ajax’s breath came faster now, anticipation building as Remy’s hand moved lower still, preparing him, coaxing him with a tenderness that made Ajax’s heart ache. There was no rush in Remy’s movements, no urgency to push forward. He was patient, taking his time, making sure every touch counted, making sure Ajax felt nothing but pleasure.

When Remy finally pressed himself further into Ajax, the gasp that escaped Ajax’s lips was loud in the quiet room, his body tensing for a moment at the new sensation. But the tension quickly melted away, replaced by a heat that spread through him like wildfire. The gasp turned into a moan, his fingers tightening around Remy’s as their bodies moved together.

Remy’s eyes never left Ajax’s face, watching him carefully, reading every small shift in his expression, every sound that escaped his lips. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, giving Ajax time to adjust, to find the rhythm of it. And as Ajax’s body relaxed beneath him, as the pleasure began to build, Remy’s pace quickened just slightly, the intensity between them growing once again.

Ajax’s mind was spinning, his body overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him. Every movement, every thrust, every brush of Remy’s skin against his own sent waves of pleasure rippling through him, building and building until it felt like he might come undone. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body arching beneath Remy’s, desperate for more, desperate for everything Remy was giving him.

“Remy…” Ajax moaned again, his voice rough, his free hand sliding up Remy’s back, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. The heat between them was almost unbearable now, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every movement, every breath.

Remy’s grip on his hand tightened, their fingers still laced together, anchoring Ajax in the moment, keeping him grounded even as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. And Remy’s voice—low, rough, filled with desire—was a balm to Ajax’s frayed nerves.

“You feelin’ good, cher?” Remy murmured into his ear, his breath hot against Ajax’s skin. “You look so damn beautiful like dis… can’t get enough of you.”

Ajax moaned in response, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through him. His body was trembling now, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, his mind lost in the haze of pleasure.

Remy’s movements grew more intense, each thrust sending sparks of white-hot pleasure through Ajax’s body. The world around them disappeared entirely, leaving only the sound of their shared breaths, their quiet gasps, and the feeling of their bodies moving in perfect sync.

Ajax’s grip on Remy’s hand tightened, his other hand clutching at Remy’s back as the pressure inside him built to an unbearable peak. His breath came faster, his moans louder, filled with need, with want, with everything he had been holding back for so long.

And then, with a final, desperate moan, the tension inside him snapped. Pleasure crashed over him in waves, his body trembling beneath Remy’s as he cried out, lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

Remy followed soon after, his own body shuddering, a low groan escaping his lips as he buried his face in the crook of Ajax’s neck, his breath hot and ragged against Ajax’s skin.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They stayed tangled together, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with the sound of their quiet panting, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the lingering echoes of what had just happened between them.

Remy was the first to move, lifting his head just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to Ajax’s lips. It was slow, almost lazy, filled with a kind of tenderness that made Ajax’s chest tighten.

“You okay, cher?” Remy murmured against his lips, his voice soft but filled with concern.

Ajax nodded, his body still trembling slightly, but the tremors were from the aftershocks of pleasure rather than fear or anxiety. He felt… safe. Grounded. Like for the first time in a long time, he was exactly where he needed to be.

“Yeah,” Ajax whispered, his voice hoarse but steady. “I’m more than okay.”

Remy smiled at that, a satisfied, almost smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to Ajax’s temple. “’Cause I ain’t done wit’ you yet.”

Ajax chuckled softly, his body still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened, but there was no mistaking the warmth spreading through his chest at Remy’s words. He wasn’t afraid anymore. He wasn’t running. He was here, with Remy, and for the first time in what felt like forever, that was enough.

They stayed like that for a while—tangled together in the sheets, bodies pressed close, the quiet hum of the night settling around them. And as Ajax drifted off to sleep, his head resting against Remy’s chest, he realized that this wasn’t just about the physical connection. It was about something more. Something real.

And for the first time in a long time, Ajax felt like he wasn’t alone.

[lily-blue]

Never the right time

☆ characters: scout member!minho & new recruit!you ☆ genre: attack on titan au, soldiers au ☆ warnings: physical fight, brief mention of death ☆ request: FWS14. form this prompt list ☆ summary: Minho tries to make you quit before your stubbornness gets you killed (a new expedition outside the walls is around the corner) ☆ words: 1,1k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town​​ ♥

Since you had never been one of those people who fed themselves with comforting lies, you could confidently admit to yourself that you had conflicting feelings about joining the Scout Regiment. You didn’t dream about becoming a hero and solving the mystery of titans for the future of humankind; you didn’t yearn to see what was outside of the walls the way most Scout members did at one point in their lives; and you definitely weren’t looking for revenge, as the day the Colossal Titan and the Armored Titan had breached Wall Maria, their attack had freed you from your abusive family. You didn’t hate titans, you just acknowledged that the world would have been a safer place without them. Especially because their existence had indirect negative effects on the remaining population of the world.

When the titans had driven humankind to the verge of extinction, Wall Maria, Wall Rose and Wall Sina had been built to protect the remaining population. Each wall had kept one third of the human kingdom safe, which meant that even though too many had died the day of the attack, Wall Rose couldn’t have offered shelter for every survivor (and Wall Sina with its wealthy residents hadn’t even bothered to try). At first, the citizens of Wall Rose had made some attempts (or at least they had made it seem that they had), but the reality had been, there hadn’t been enough food for this many people. Hence, the quests for taking Wall Maria back had begun.

Hundreds of untrained and physically weak people had been sacrificed to reach an impossible goal, so that they wouldn’t have needed food inside the wall. And with you not contributing too much to the economy, you had known that sooner or later it would have been your turn. Thus, you had decided to participate in the military training when they had been recruiting in your neighbourhood, because that way you would have at least known what to expect.

You had also liked the idea of quality food on the table three times a day.

The months you had spent training had been intense, but you guessed it had been only fair. Some of you would have actually faced titans and fought them to survive, so it had been better to make the weak give up instead of wasting precious food and resources on walking corpses. Still, knowing the cold-hearted logic behind the military’s decision and taking hits after hits were two different things. Getting punched in the guts repeatedly for example hurt like hell. 

You spat out the blood in your mouth and wiped it clean with the back of your hand. If you had thought the training camp had been hard, being an actual recruit was somehow worse. The Scout members didn’t know how to go easy on rookies, especially the captains.

Arms trembling lightly as you pushed yourself off the ground, you stood up. Your gaze was piercing as you looked captain Minho in the eyes. You swore, he had a personal vendetta against you since day one.

‘No need to be so gentle,’ you mocked the older soldier with a lopsided smile, finding joy in riling him up with your disrespectful tone. The tick of his left eye made every lost fight that much sweeter. You genuinely couldn’t have helped it.

Instead of entertaining you, Minho punched you in the guts and kneeled into the lower part of your thigh, so you would have fallen knee first on the grass. He also grabbed your short hair and pulled your head back, because this way you could see his face hovering above yours even though he was standing behind you. He was fast. Inhumanly so.

You raised both of your hands in surrender, although it was clearly written on your face that you planned to do anything but. The thin, white line of your otherwise full lips and the fire in your eyes weren’t a quitter’s.

‘There’s no tapping out in real life, maverick,’ Minho informed you like it had been supposed to be a new piece of information to you. Like you hadn’t known how real life worked when you had been only fifteen the day reality had quite literally come knocking on humankind’s door.

‘There are no fistfights with titans, either, but oh, here we are, aren’t we, captain?’ You taunted, the words falling from your lips so naturally, you doubted that there was any kind of communication between your brain and mouth by that time when it came to captain Minho. He picked on you too frequently and you pissed him off in return just as many times.

From that angle, you had a front row seat to the sight of the man’s clenched jaw, but it still surprised you a little when he suddenly pushed your head forwards and let go of you. You landed on your palms and knees, suppressing a groan.

‘Just quit already. It’s not like you want to be here. You’re not a team player, either,’ he said, coaxing scoffs out of you with how ridiculously confident he sounded. Like he had the right to tell you what to do. Like he knew what was best for you more than you did. Like he had ever succeeded before when he had tried to pressure you into doing something in those two months while you had been getting reading for your first ever expedition with the Scouts.

You turned around and sat on your butt, legs spread and pulled up, so that you could rest your elbows on your kneecaps comfortably.

‘Are you encouraging me to become a deserter? When people are counting on me and need me for the new formation?’ You mocked, the smile on your face a little odd, albeit genuine. ‘That’s not so team-player-like, either, captain.’

It was his turn to scoff and you relished in it. Even though a moment later, when your eyes met, you felt a little out of place. It was like deep in your core you knew that he wanted to tell you something - something other than another jab at your character -, but were also aware that he wasn’t ready to show you a different side of himself. The way he opened and closed his mouth then shook his head made you frown.

He turned his back to you, but stopped in his tracks after two steps in the opposite direction.

‘Put some ice on your face. If it gets any more swollen, your comrades might mistake you for a titan,’ he gave you a piece of unasked advice in typical captain Minho fashion and you actually laughed at his comment. Way to make someone feel special.

You put your hands behind your back and little by little, you put more of your weight on your palms as you leaned on your arms.

‘Sure. And whose fault is that, captain?’ You asked just to claim the last word and as you had predicted, he didn’t react at all.

You did not stare at the man’s back until he left. And you absolutely did not smile while you were (not) doing so.

the end.

[marsdenlee]

"Shh," Mars tapped his index finger against his lips, "Don't say dat, yer gonna jinx me." Really though, she was right. Even standing up too fast made the blood rush feel imbalanced in his body so he had to take his time when it came to standing and sitting now.

He walked back through the hall, still dragging Maria Elena who still clung to his leg, her fingers firm against his pants leg, dragging them down so he had to tug up waistline a bit and resettled his shirt back over. "Come here, baby," he knelt down once making it to the living room which was conjoined with the kitchen, all one big open space that had a similar floorplan to his previous apartment only now it was bigger. Speaking softly to his daughter as he tried to uncling her hands from his leg, "Let's put a show on for you, hm? 'Er ya wanna play with yer stuffy?" Quickly and quietly doing his best to distract the little toddler so she wouldn't burst into screaming hysterics again, waggling a stuffed animal in her direction, making it kiss her chubby cheeks until she started to giggle a little and wrapped her arms around it instead of his leg. "There we go," he patted her on the head, gave her cheek an actual kiss and then stood up, slowly, using the coffee table to support the action, hand on his knee until he was fully upright.

"Talk to da marketing companies, 'er whoever is in charge of branding balloons," trying not to sound like his breathing was labored but the sound of breathing was very audible, heavy through his nose as he reached the island counter and looked at the box of cupcakes, "Send 'em an email 'bout --" he was losing his train of thought, brain fog making it difficult to remember where he was trying to go with his mini ramble. "Yanno," he opened the container and picked up a cupcake with red frosting, licking some that had gotten on his finger, "Tell 'em to get better balloons," a lame finish but he wasn't going to try and remember what he'd wanted to say. It would come back or it wouldn't. Still, it was thoughtful and she didn't need to have brought him anything, gifts and the expectation of them appreciated but not necessary, "Thanks," he said to her, pulling the paper liner away from the cake, "How're ya feelin'? Heard humans got buffed. Feel any different, 'er what?"

@opheliasflood

she was worried - despite the two of them having that type of friendship where all they did was insult each other, ophelia had to admit it was terrifying seeing mars this way. the way he acted, it was as if nothing could or would ever harm him, immortal in every sense of the word but now? that had been washed away, leaving a hollowed out version of the siren she knew. had the mist done this to every siren? ophelia hadn't seen violet, nor sofia around much and there wasn't any others she knew...

"mars, pretty sure climbing up stairs would probably give you immediate vertigo," she replied, somewhat hesitant to come in once he offered. ophelia felt she wasn't prepared to see him like this, that she thought it wasn't that bad when in fact it was. a part of her wanted to turn around and leave and just re-appear once mars was better. the easy route.

"sure," swallowing it, ophelia stepped into the apartment, finding somewhere on the side to place her box of black and red cupcakes, the tops decorated with various goth and rock band logos. the blonde noticed maria elena, once tearful eyes looking at her and she waved in greeting. usually, the child was okay with her but...not right now.

"most expensive one they had. wanted to get you it in black but apparently doom and gloom isn't en vogue for these sorts of things,"

@marsdenlee

[imyourbuddie]

Bedroom Acrobatics

He’s been waiting for this day for two bloody weeks. Two weeks where they got called in on their days off to fill in, because emergencies have no respect for Eddie’s carnal needs.

Buck, naked as the day he was born, crawls onto the bed and flips onto his back, and miles of muscular legs spread to invite Eddie in. Eddie groans, and he’s only too happy to comply when Buck gives him that come hither look. How the fuck is he so good at that? That downward tilt of his gorgeous head and those blue eyes flashing through fluttering, thick lashes set Eddie’s skin on fire and his pulse into overdrive every. Single. Time. 

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Eddie growls as he yanks his shirt over his head and throws the damn thing somewhere behind him, its existence already forgotten as Eddie makes short work of his pants and underwear.  

“I think I have an inkling of an idea,” Buck says and rocks his hips, his hard, hot cock standing at full mast and demanding attention.  

Eddie shakes his head and pounces onto his bed—their bed, because Buck finally, finally agreed to get rid of his condo and move in with him and Chris. To finally complete their little family. A burst of affection overcomes Eddie, and he slows his pawing of Eddie’s chest long enough to find a pert nipple. He rolls the nub between his fingers and grins when Buck arches off the bed, his glistening lips parted in a surprised O. 

“Fuck, Ev,” Eddie breathes against the hollow at the base of Buck’s throat, his tongue darting out to taste the salt on Buck’s skin. His teeth follow, then his lips, soothing and nipping and soothing again until Buck’s a writhing mess beneath him. Eddie kisses along the curve of Buck’s shoulder, along the taut rope of muscle up the side of his neck, and latches onto the soft spot behind his ear, the hand not torturing Buck’s poor nipple finding its way around Buck’s straining erection. 

Buck bites into his fist, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and Eddie’s almost sad Chris is home today. He misses Buck’s lewd noises and impassioned cries when Eddie plucks his body like the world’s most expensive guitar. Alas, they didn’t think it was fair to kick Chris out of his own house just so his two dads can screw like horny rabbits. Even if they really really wanted to. 

Eddie kisses down the front of Buck’s neck, trailing kisses down his chest and his perfect abs, following Buck’s thickening treasure trail until his chin rests on the coarse curls at the junction of Buck’s thighs. Buck’s legs spread wider, and Eddie looks up to find lust-blown eyes staring down at him, a thin halo of blue surrounding the ever widening pool of arousal.

Buck’s whole body is vibrating, and the anticipation of what’s to come sends a thrill straight to Eddie’s own neglected cock. His cock can wait, because right now, Eddie wants to lavish Buck like he deserves to be lavished. 

He grips the base of Buck’s cock, his lips ghosting over the tip, when Buck freezes, his blissed out expression replaced by surprise and dread. And that’s when Eddie hears it, the unmistakable tap of Chris’ crutches ending at their closed door. 

The door handle rattles, and Eddie looks over his shoulder just in time to see the handle turn. 

“Daddy? Papa?”

“Shit shit shit shit,” Buck whispers, his voice tight and filled with terrified urgency. 

Buck scuttles backwards, ripping his cock from Eddie’s grasp, and before Eddie can react, hot, blinding pain explodes in his right cheek. He curses, his eyes watering, and is that blood in his mouth? 

“Oh, shit, fuck, Eddie, are you okay?” Buck’s voice cuts through the pulsing rush of blood in his ears, and large hands cup his face. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—oh shit, Christopher—”

“Papa?” Chris’ voice cuts through all the chaos. “I’m hungry. Can you make grilled cheeses for lunch?”

“Y-Yeah, sweetheart, whatever you want. Just give Papa a minute, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

They wait, frozen like statues, until Chris’ footsteps fade away. Eddie glares at Buck through welling tears, and gingerly pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. There’s a motherfucking gash where his flesh rests against his teeth, and the coppery tang of blood coats his mouth. 

“Seriously?” Eddie pulls out of Buck’s grasp and rubs his jaw. “Did you seriously knee me in the face just as I was about to go down on you?”

Buck blinks indignantly as he rolls off the bed and rummages around the floor, straightening when he finds his discarded underwear. “Are you seriously mad at me right now? Chris was right there! I thought he was gonna come in!”

“You didn’t have to knee me in the face?” Eddie grumbles. “I can taste blood, Ev, blood.” 

Buck buttons up his jeans and plunks down next to Eddie. He touches Eddie’s cheek, probing finger gentle but firm. “Oh man, I am really, really sorry about that. I didn’t want to scar Chris for life and I panicked. I swear I didn’t mean to knee you so hard in the face.” He looks down, his cheeks and neck flushed crimson, his expression sheepish and apologetic. 

Eddie hrumphs, but he can’t stay mad at Buck for long. He grips Buck’s chin gently and lifts his face until their eyes meet, and Eddie leans in and brushes his lips against the corner of Buck’s mouth. 

“I guess you can make it up to me later,” Eddie murmurs. “After grilled cheeses and tomato soup.”

Buck grins, then, and the predatory glint in his eyes sends a delicious shiver down Eddie’s spine. 

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Dat Ass!

SUMMARY: You came, saw and conquered... dat ass!

PAIRING: Henry Cavill x reader (2nd person POV), Kal

WARNINGS: RPF, fluff, butts, butt touching, butt slapping, butt biting, silly fluff, implied smut, implied punishment, implied dom/sub relationship but just slightly so if you want to see it it’s there otherwise it’s not, guess that’s all. Oh and my first time really writing RPF so there’s that...

A/N: neither beta’d or proofread. Typos, were going down swingin’! Thank you @thelastsock for the prompt, I’ve had a lot of fun writing this!💖💖💖 Yeah... my first time really writing RPF.

WORD COUNT: ca 950

TITLE: Dat Ass!

Writers live off validation. If you liked it, commented and reblog 💕 thank you 💖

“Honey, I’m home!” you call out once you shut the door behind you. Toeing off your shoes, you don’t get the desired answer. You get an answer though, or… kind of an answer. Instead of a human voice, you hear two pairs of paws click-clacking their way towards you. Fast. 

“Aww, hello my big bear!” you coo, smushing the large Akita’s face in your hands, “Where did you leave daddy, hm?” But instead of answering you, Kal sniffs all your pockets on the search for treats.

“As if we don’t feed you enough,” you mutter smiling as you step further into your home on the look of your other bear.

You frown when you don’t find him in the kitchen, nor the living room. When you left, he was hunched over a script on the couch. Where could he be? All his shoes were at the door, he didn’t go out. And Kal’s still here, so where the hell was he?

“Honey? Where are you?” you call again, “Hen-”

You have to stifle a giggle when you peek into your bedroom through the door he seemingly left ajar. The only way to describe the position your fiancé is in right now is ‘fifteen year old girl telling her diary about her crush’. With the script on the pillow in front of him and a marker in hand, he’s lying on his belly, knees bent, feet hooked together and swaying back and forth. As if that wasn’t enough to make you want to surprise him - just to see if he’d also scream like a teenage girl if you startled him - apparently he had taken a quick shower while you were gone. His damp curls were a mess on his head, begging you to be tugged and messed up even further. And his glorious Buns of Steel were jutting out, highlighted even by white boxer briefs.

Mister chose to wear underwear for once, so so.

To your luck he’s so immersed in his script that he doesn’t hear your quiet snort. Neither does Henry seem to hear you pushing the door open further. Holding your breath, you wait for any kind of reaction from him before you begin your sneak attack. 

When his feet are farthest back, you pounce, jumping onto the bed and straddling the back of his thighs.

“Hi, baby.” He sounds unimpressed.

“Hey,” you giggle, leaning forward and pecking his shoulder, “was I that obvious?”

“You weren’t. The way Kal jumped up was though,” he chuckles, “now can you get off my back, please? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Nuh-uh.” You even lie down on top of him, nuzzling his back. “You’re so warm.”

You’re lifted up with the deep breath he takes, before he says, “fine.” 

You grin in victory. But if he thought you’d just lie there and let him work, he was dead wrong. Well, for now he was right but in just a few minutes…

“What body wash did you use? You smell good,” you mumble, nuzzling his back further downward.

“Ran out of my old one, so I tried the new one you got me. Now shh.”

‘Now shh’ my ass! you think to yourself, scooting further down his back. Only when your lips skim the inward curve of his spine, he perks up.

“And what’s that gonna be once it’s finished?” he asks, throwing you a sharp look over his shoulder, “I’m trying to work here, babe.”

“You’ve been hunched over that damn thing all day!” you protest, “Pay attention to me!” 

To emphasise your words, you tap his butt, and watch as it bounces. With a snort, you repeat your action, making Britain’s Ass jiggle beneath your palms.

“Baby!” he warns you, but ends up laughing.

“Now I know why you like doing this!” you giggle, “this is so much fun!”

“I’m gonna do so much more than just light tapping if you don’t stop now. Baby, I’m serious.”

If he was, he would have used your name, not your nickname.

“But I like your butt! Okay, okay, kisses to make up?”

He tries so hard to sound annoyed when he grunts and slams the script shut. He’s about to turn, too, then you scoot even further down his thighs and tug at the hem of his boxers.

“I’m not even gonna ask what you’re up to now,” Henry sighs. But being an actor, this was all pretend. If he didn’t want this, he’d tell you. Or he’d simply get up. Truth is, he loves how much you love his butt.

“That’s probably for the better,” you laugh, then concentrate on the task ahead: playing these glorious bongos. But looking at the way the relaxed muscles bounce, you have another bright idea. It’s almost an untamable urge.

Leaning down, you do what he does to your butt nearly all of the time. Skimming your teeth on the skin of his peach, you bite down lightly. Then a little harder. Not enough to hurt or even leave more than just a few indents that would be gone within minutes, but hard enough to make him jump.

“What the?!” Henry exclaims and you take this as your sign… to dart out of the bedroom.

Too slow. He catches you by the ankle and drags you back on the mattress. Damn, he’s fast! You shriek and giggle when he yanks you and flips you over, so you’re on your back underneath him. He pins your wrists next to each side of your head. He stares down at you, eyes boring into your soul until you stop writhing. It takes a few seconds for him to enter the character, but when he does, his voice is controlled and cold.

“Now, what am I to do with you?”

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[sinisterexaggerator]

“I’m so glad you’re not dead” - ( Cad Bane x Ahsoka Tano )

Summary: Ahsoka Tano encounters Cad Bane on the planet Daiyu while gathering intel for the Rebel Alliance. She is in her 30s now, and Cad Bane is an “old man.”

THIS IS A CRACK FIC. IT’S DUMB AS HELL. I had fun writing it, though. Hell. I might even write another one.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ / NSFW - Fucking semi-publicly, whining, teasing, kissing, cunnilingus, alien biology, clit fondling, premature ejaculaton, terrible, terrible dirty talk. Uhh... humor, duros double-dong, sweet smelling pheromones, Cad Bane being a superfan and a lot of weiiiiiird comments, maybe.  Sooo sorry about that.

Note: I did very little editing. I had the idea earlier today goofing off with my Duros Hoes and then I pooped this out.

Word count: 3.2

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Luminescent neon reflected in the remnants of a puddle at the Togruta’s feet. She was on a mission – to gather intel for the Rebellion.

Daiyu was a planet that reminded her of her days on Coruscant as a mechanic in the lower levels, though you could see the sky if you looked up. She had taken shelter in a seedy cantina for the evening – her informant hadn’t shown.

The rain had since stopped falling – she felt something: a familiar presence. The montrals that jutted heavenward atop Ahsoka Tano’s head tingled with a sixth sense as they alerted her to movement down a side street just to her left.

That’s when she heard it; a voice that was distinctive. She wasn’t sure it was him until she cleared the shadows and spotted his gigantic hat. It could only be one Duros - bounty hunter Cad Bane in the flesh, yet older than she remembered – the woman smiled because she owed him one.

However, the soft smirk lingering at the corner of her lips faded; dissipated almost instantly.  He was holding a woman hostage; someone weaker than himself. He was angry with her, his words throaty, drawling, and filled with mild contempt.

“Where’s he hidin’? All I wants ya’ husband, lil’ lady. Ain’t afta you.”

“Please, leave us alone!”

“’Fraid I can’t do dat. Ssurely he’d come fer ya, hmm? Mebbe I t’ake you in’sstead.”

Ahsoka had heard enough. She drew her hood; took note of her sour mood.

The hits came quick; the woman screamed. Tano had sprinted lightspeed into the alley. Her body twirled midair; a foot came crashing in. Cad Bane’s face had met with Nashtah leather and durasteel.

He stumbled back, inadvertently letting his captive go in the process. He cupped his aching cheek, eyes squinting.

The woman ran as Bane tried to recover. He swung his fist at his attacker. She was much too fast, with the grace of a feral feline. She dodged easily, then slammed her palm into the center of his rostrum.

He yelped a pathetic sound. His hat had nearly fallen off his head. He shook himself, regained his traction, then dashed at the cloaked figure as she simply flipped over and above him.

He stopped, confused, turning to the left then right. Ahsoka swirled in a measured dance and kicked his feet out from underneath him. He fell forward onto his stomach. He rolled, flipped over, then gaped up at her, propped up on his elbows. He withdrew both LL-30 blaster pistols, but hesitated. Ahsoka glared at him.

“Time to finish our dance, old man.”

‘You’ve got de wrong Duros! I don’ know wha’cher -”

Ahsoka egged him on. Her knee bent forward, her back leg extending in a pose reminiscent of a form of martial arts. Her palm folded inward in a “come hither” gesture, though he still had no idea who his assailant was. He growled, then squeezed off two simultaneous blaster shots.

Ahsoka weaved away, one foot finding the nearest wall. She rebounded as she kicked, knocking one LL-30 clean out of Cad Bane’s grip.

He moved to fire with the one still left to him, but it was sucked right out of his extended hand by some unknown force. He gasped; finally catching on.

“J-Jedi?”

His weapon had hit the building right behind him. He grit his fangs. He became suddenly more serious, realizing what he was dealing with.

Tano had a habit of theatric, she learned that from her old master, Anakin Skyguy-Walker. It was in her blood. Her cape dropped, revealing arms of dark apricot, her montrals tall and her lekku hanging nearly to her waist, her face marked with the stripes of her kind’s natural camouflage.

Twin sabers lit up the night - they were white. Their reflection bounced back at her in Cad Bane’s widening, crimson eyes. He was frightened, though overcome by something in addition; something he inevitably couldn’t hide.

“You’re going to get a taste of your own medicine, bounty hunter.”

“Pa… Padawan T-Taano?” he managed in a high-pitched voice uncharacteristic of himself.

“Ahsoka,” the Togruta stated firmly.

She raised one saber in a defensive stance, the other being organized in an attack position. Her arm came down – Cad Bane had lifted one of his own to shield himself.

“W-wait! Don’t!” he had sputtered out; the fearsome hunter she had recalled of days long passed shedding near tears of all things. His brow ridge had arched upward as he gazed at her from beneath the brim of his bolero hat.

“Pl-please…” the Duros whined. He blinked languidly at her; her face faltered. She frowned. He was just an old man after all.

Cad Bane lifted himself up to sit, leaned forward, crawled on his hands and knees; his coat was dragging in excess water; the Duros having previously toppled over into a muddied rain puddle.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Ahsoka nearly spat. She retracted the glowing beams of her dual lightsabers back into the housing of their Kyber crystals. She hooked them to her belt, folding her arms across her chest, though keeping a watchful eye.

“I know… I’m- I’m sor’ry …” Cad Bane began cautiously, his forehead facing downward, nearly touching the unclean street. He gave off all the appearances of being weak, downtrodden, just a washed-up mercenary.

“Fer dis!” He grabbed her ankle. She should have known better!  She had succumbed to that same trick once before, a long, long time ago…

He cranked his contact stunners just enough to make her cry out; crumble; dirtying her wardrobe. She was now level with him; dazed, lightheaded. She forced herself to stay awake.

Cad Bane took no chances. He advanced. He was on top of her within mere seconds, straddling Ahsoka’s lap. He wore an expression of uncertainty, but it quickly transformed as he looked down. All he could think to do was tip his hat between two smooth finger pads, though mesmerized by his hard-won prize.

“Maker… You sure are beau’ti’fuul…” he breathed out, starry-eyed.

Ahsoka’s neck lulled from side to side, Cad Bane’s thin digits inching up towards her head - he was timid. He brushed softly against her lekku, a small sound of longing exuding behind closed lips.

“Always knew you’d grow up t’be’a looker.”

The woman shuddered; her tails were sensitive. Her eyes shot open as she slapped him full force across his face, barely missing the edge of his breathing tubes.

Cad Bane articulated his surprise. He held his cheek; his eyes gleamed; they were misty, but he moaned out a tiny whimper in a bizarre show of appreciation for her decidedly rough handling of him.

“Sicko.”

“Naahhh …” he retorted almost lazily, in a haze of his own making.

Ahsoka’s knee came up. She jammed it into his crotch, though lacking in enough force to severely injure him. He exhaled his shock in a rush of air as she grabbed him by both sides of his ungainly apparatus - she flipped him in reverse. The Togruta mounted him, hanging on like grasping a Ylesian Reek by its cheek horns on either side.

Cad’s hat had slipped off partially, a metal plate of some kind being exposed to her. He bit his lip with jagged teeth, before stating something matter-of-factly, though his voice was laced with salaciousness. “Not’ta pervert, lil’ lady. I ne’ver tou’ched you, did I?”

Ahsoka took the time to wrinkle up her nose, Cad Bane used his odd inquiry to catch her off guard once more. He grabbed her by the shoulders; rolled her over. It seemed they could just keep on going until they would ultimately hit a wall.

“You should have killed me when you had the chance,” Ahsoka groaned, pushing him off full force with both her feet and hands.

The hunter fell back along a slab of duracrete as Ahsoka pounced, boosting herself forward with little effort, her unmatched reflexes returning to her as she had now fully recouped.

Cad Bane’s breath had been knocked out of him despite the oxygen tubes that were inlaid within his cheeks, the former Jedi taking him up by the lapel of his heavy leather duster.

Her fist curled, she made to punch him. Cad Bane lifted his hand, slowly. She watched the motion. He caressed her cheek like he had wanted to all those years ago.

“You still haven’t learned any manners, have you?”

“Teach me, oh Masta’ Jedi.”

Ahsoka cocked an eyebrow, feeling something stir beneath her. It was substantial. She took his hand in hers, pulled it away from her.

“You’re hard.”

Cad Bane sighed dreamily. “Hm? Oh … guess I am.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Ain’t had dis much fun in … Hey, will you force choke me?”

The Togruta balked. “What?!”

“Ju- just a lil’ bit!” the Duros crowed.

“N-no!”

Ahsoka hadn’t been paying full attention. A blaster had been lifted to her head where she had left it along the way, having used the Force to disarm the man, though not realizing where they now sat was near to his crude weapon. She chirped as the sinister Duros smiled, a hint of a sadistic grin having spread across his scarred and worn-out face – he was enjoying this …

“Lookie ‘ere. Wonda’ how many ccr’edits I’ll get fer’a force u’sser now’adays…” he crooned, halfway to a laugh though he seemed exhausted; intoxicated by the girl on top of him. Togruta’s smelled delicious…

She did all she could think to do. She grabbed both sides of his coat’s collar and kissed Cad Bane full force across his hairline mouth.

“Mmmhmhmhm… ” He was putty in her hands; he dissolved; became one with the earth beneath him. The arm holding his blaster pistol drooped and fell off to the side.

Ahsoka was intrigued; his tongue was slippery. It was cold. It felt … interesting. Though his maw was full of crooked fangs, he was careful with her, he only impressed his own lips against hers, but couldn’t find it in his heart to bite. Not yet.

There was something about him; he had a unique scent. She was drawn to him. She was suddenly… horny.

She was aghast; she pulled back. Cad Bane’s tongue lingered in the open air, his neck partly craning forward. He opened his eyes and blinked at her. He was almost adorable as his brow ridge curved inward in what could only be described as a pouty frown.

“Th-through wit’ me al’ready?” he asked with a dejected lilt.

His question had been disarming. The size of his cock was alarming. It was flush against her trousers. This was Cad karkin’ Bane we’re talking about!

What could she be thinking?! Darth Maul had got away … she wasn’t getting any younger … and neither was Cad Bane.

Ahsoka pushed against his chest. Cad Bane leaned back, disappointed, against the wall. He seemed confused; crestfallen, having forgotten his recent threat.

The woman went for it; she undid his Nerf-hide holsters, his extra cartridges. She unbuckled then unzipped his pants. She dug his cock out, her warm hand stroking the length of it. She barely had a chance to study its unique shape when Cad Bane’s mouth contorted - he rasped out a meager yelp; he couldn’t control himself. He came right in her hand.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaa…” he had hissed for the duration of his ejaculation.

It was mostly clear, tinged with green, and cold. She watched as it seeped through her fingers.

That was … short-lived.

Ahsoka outright laughed at him. He was overcome with anger, though he had a sudden realization about himself – his expression straightened out.

“Wait!! I’ve – I’ve gotta a’notha one!!”

Ahsoka’s mouth closed; she zipped her lips – she stared at him, wide-eyed.

Cad Bane dipped into his pants, retrieved his second cock; he had a hemipenis. It was normal for his species.

It was just as long as the first. Where had he been hiding it?! It was thick, ribbed, with pliant spicules, though they looked like they might hurt.

He handed it over to her as if it were an object; he was lounging like a man already spent. She suddenly desired to experiment.

She undid her belt and her trousers against her better judgment, though that oddly delightful smell had pulled her in again. She placed her lightsabers just out of reach and slowly lifted, grasping his dick to slide it within herself.

Cad Bane melted; his hat fell over his already heavy-lidded eyes. He cursed in his native language, adding “Fierfek" to the mix.

Tano rose to ride him; the Duros chewing on his own bottom fleshy rung. He flicked his hat back up, holding it by the tips of two blue fingers as he watched.

The woman found herself to be enjoying it until something sharp latched on. She stopped her pumps. The Duros offered her that shit-eating grin of his.

He grabbed her hips, mumbling something out. “Got’cha now…”

He had latched onto Ahsoka’s inner walls; it helped to breed the females of his ilk. He just loved not letting a woman go until he was done with them.

Ahsoka couldn’t help it. She pressed her lips together. She moaned at the feeling of him inside her as she locked onto his breathing apparatus, one tube in each of her ocher hands.

She pulled him up; forced him to look at her. She pushed his mouth apart – made him tongue kiss her again.

The Duros panted, not expecting that. He nearly lost his second load. He purred. He pressed his forehead against hers. He rubbed his rostrum across her nose.

“Ssshoky Taano…” he muttered out.

Ahsoka had closed her eyes. She reopened them to stare at Bane in apprehension. What did he just say?

“One’na de veeeeerrry lasttttt Jediiii…” he hummed a little to himself.

"I'm no Jedi," Ahsoka snapped.

"Ya' are t'me." His hands reached out; he was skittish. He groped the air before her breasts. “C-can I?”

“Go for it,”  she smirked.

“Ooohhhh … I’ve dreamt o’dis…” the Duros admitted, his large appendages fondling and molesting the Togruta’s tits.

“Um, ew.”

“Not – not like dat!”

His forehead crinkled in frustration. He shut her up by burying a finger between her lower lips right up against her clit.

She inhaled sharply. He knew what he was doing. He rubbed small circles across her little button, Cad’s own heartbeat increasing as he nearly climaxed.

“Soooo softt….smooth like sssiiilllk. I love warmbloods. Like fuckin’ de inside of a Eopie cream pie…”

Ahsoka lifted a brow in between little mewls of pleasure. She was disgusted and turned on.

“Not dat I’ve … mm… done dat…”

“Uh huh.. Shut up!”

The ridges of his cock hit just all the right spots within her; she cupped Cad’s remaining hand across her breast and held it to herself as she nibbled her bottom lip.

“Dat’s it girlie … ride dat Duros dick till de Batuuan cows come home.”

“I’m really going to need you to stop talking.”

There came a whiff of that delightful smell again, something that seemed to ooze out of his skin. Ahsoka plunged forward, knocked his hat off in her haste. She left kisses all across his skull cap, his cheeks, his forehead and his “nose.” His entire face.

It was addicting, whatever the hells it was. Pheromones? Musk? Cologne?

Ahsoka stayed her ground; pushed down harder on his cock as it throbbed inside her. Her pussy spasmed and she found herself sitting flat down on her haunches.

He was impaling her nearly to her cervix. Oh, but it felt so good…

She didn’t bounce, but rocked her body forward. His flexible spikes embedded themselves along her inner walls. She gave herself a gratifying massage across his ribbed phallus - she dug her hips in while she sank her teeth into his neck for fun.

Cad Bane buried his lithe fingers into her bare ass. “Ohh, you can’t do dat… no, no… can’t stop it- gonna… gonna…” he mumbled, his words hard to discern. “Tell me where ta’ -  foreva’ hold ya -”

“Before I change my mind,” the Togruta replied.

She came when he did. His seed was frigid. It kept coming; it wouldn’t stop.

“I’m sooooo glad yer not deaddd like de rest of dem…” he announced.

It lasted what felt like minutes, the substance leaking out and down her legs.

“Weird thing to say, but OK.”

The spell was broken. Ahsoka rose up onto her knees. She tried to lift. She was stuck. The pull it had caused inside her pussy kind of hurt, but it also felt soooo right.

Cad was wearing that shit-eating grin again.

“Let go.”

The Duros laughed; it was dark and twisted, muted, but he didn’t let her loose.

The woman tugged, jerked, her vagina was still full up of his cock. The friction, the rapid movement of her hips and waist as she squirmed about sent prickles throughout her cunt.

Ahsoka looked directly at him. Cad Bane was a shell of his former self. He stared up at her with that half-cocked smile; he licked his lower lip, the double points of his fangs appearing before he purred again; a rumble resounding from deep inside his chest.

She struggled a second time; Ahsoka huffed before giving in. She came all over his dick again once the feeling was too much to handle. Her moaning produced a hiccup in her vocal cords. She pushed her lips together. She wouldn’t let him get that much satisfaction out of her.

Too late.

The rumble in his chest grew louder.

“Let go.”

“Wanna eat you,” he stated plainly, that disturbing smile still present. She was sure if he had a tail it would be wagging fiercely.

“Cad, let-”

Something shifted; he released his lock. She rose again, her vagina just level with his face for a single instant.

“Like it when ya’ use m’name…”

He pushed her forward from behind. He had slipped his tongue inside her folds. It swirled around, down, up, across her cunt, her clit.

His tongue bore further inward as he partially sat up. It was like a worm trying to fill her hole; make it his new home. It was a patient writhing; kark, kriff, fuccck.

She trembled, tried to crawl away, but he held her there until she climaxed yet again by the brace of one sturdy hand.

Once he was through with her, the "Jedi" fell. He had simply let go and she landed on her back across his legs, but not before pressing his teeth into her inner thigh.

She scrambled, pulled her pants up, refastened her belt and secured her weapons.

“Hey, mebbe next time we-”

Ahsoka nearly cackled. “Next time?”

Cad Bane leered at her, snickered, nodded slowly in agreement. “Don’t ya know what all de girls are sayin’?

“Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “No, what?”

“Once you try a Duros fer yerself, you won’t want nuthin’ else...”

“We’ll see about that…”

“We will, won’t we, lil’ lady…” Cad Bane’s hand rose up. It was occupied. He had somehow stolen one of her two lightsabers.

“Hey, can I keep dis t’rememba’ ya' by?”

“How did you-? Absolutely not!”

Ahsoka reached out through the Force and took it back.            

“Jus’ thought I’d ask.”

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Master list

[passport-guardian-benrey]

Comic' nightmares

A story written with @neon--nightmare as Fresh, about 11 Year old Comic having a nightmare and Fresh having to deal with that

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Comic woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, their breathing is a bit uneven, they're shaking and tears are streaming down their cheekbones, they tried wiping them away, after that they found their glasses and got out of bed, the small skeleton slowly went towards Fresh' room

In the pitch blackness, Fresh creaked one eye open wearily, his single pupil setting a faint white glow across his face. The parasite sat up and rubbed his eyes, not bothering to reach for his shades for now. He’d just been fast asleep, dreamless, for once, so he couldn’t imagine what had woken him up, but... Fresh had an inkling as to why, and he usually trusted his instincts.

Silently, Fresh stood up, lifting his glasses from his beside, and slipping them on as he went. He opened his door, took a step... and quite literally bumped into Comic, catching himself by surprise.

”C-brah?”

Comic looked up at him, They look scared, they wiped the tears from their face again, "I-I . . ." They started crying more.

Fresh mentally froze. He’d had a sense something was wrong with Comic, but... Crying??? He didn’t know how to deal with crying! But, obviously Comic wasn’t hurt, so... Yeah, never mind, not actually bad. Fresh crouched down on one knee, casting his mind back to what he’d seen other people do on TV.

”Hey... What’s wrong, lil broski? Somethin’ happenin wit’ ya?”

"I-I h-had a n-nightm-mare . . ." Comic said it while wiping their tears again, their voice was cracking.

”Shhh, shhh.” Fresh wiped a tear off Comic’s cheek, and flicked it away.

”It’s aight, C-dawg, I’m here, I’m here. Ya know it ain’t... Real, yeah? No point ta worryin’ all up about things that ain’t gonna happen.” Of course, Fresh neglected to mention his own nightmares, and how he sometimes snapped awake in a cold sweat, silently heaving for air. That was dumb, and hey, it wasn’t real! Fresh trusted Comic as much as he was capable of, but he still wasn’t in the habit of giving out his... ‘weaknesses’ all willy-nilly.

Suddenly Comic hugged Fresh, hiding their face in Fresh' clothes, "Th-they h-hurt me a-again . . . it h-hurt s-so m-much . . ." They're still shaking.

Fresh frowned, the letters on his glasses flickering briefly, before he wrapped his arms around Comic in turn, rubbing his back. Yeah, this may have been... more than he’d signed up for.

”Hey, hey. Dey ain’t here any more, lil brah. ‘S just you an me, yo! Jus’ all up Fresh an’ Comic, see! Nobody else here.” He went to rub Comic’s head, and thought better of it at the last moment; yeah, if he still thought his bullies were in the house with him, best not to go near the wound they left. Fresh felt a slight twinge in his gut, at that, but shoved it away.

”’Ey, I got a RADICAL idea, homeslice!! How ‘bout we all up go on a walk o’ da place, just ta up an PROVE dey ain’t here?? An’, ya know, even if some unfresh burglar-brah is here ta steal all ya snacks, I’M here ta protect ya~!!” He grinned down at Comic, lifting up his shades with one hand to give a wink.

"O-okay . . ." Comic is trying to calm down, they're still a bit shaky

In one swift movement, Fresh scooped Comic up in his arms, bridal-style, and his grin widened. ”C’mon, C-dawg, lead da way! Where ya wanna go first?”

After a brief moment, he added, ”We can walk an’ talk at da same time, by da way. If ya want~!”

Comic flinched a bit when they were picked up, "B-back to m-my r-room f-for now . . ."

That caught Fresh a bit off guard for a moment, but he managed to mask it quickly, barely letting a shred of surprise cross his face.

”Aiiight, back ta da room it is!! You’re da bus driver here, ya ridin’ on da FRESH EXPRESS! <3” And with that, still carrying the smaller skeleton, Fresh skipped his way back to Comic’s room, oblivious to Comic’s discomfort.

Comic is holding onto him, when they entered the room, the small skeleton looked around and wanted to be put down when they saw their scarf

Fresh set Comic down gently, still keeping a close eye on him. ”Dere ya go, lil brah, go get it. Ya feelin’ any better now?”

Comic took the scarf and wrapped it around their neck, then they went back to Fresh, "a little b-bit . . ." They're not crying anymore, but they are still a bit shaky

”PERFECT, yo!!! Hold on a sec~!” Fresh scooped up Comic once more, then looked around.

”Ya still want dat house tour, or d’ya just wanna up an crash here fo’ now? Ya look MAD wiped out, lil broski.”

"We c-could go around . . ." Comic then yawned quietly

”Ya wish is mah command, yo! Maybe I can, hmm...” Fresh trailed off for a moment, thinking. Then he walked over to Comic’s bed, snatching a pillow off and positioning it in the crook of his arm, so the other skeleton had somewhere that wasn’t bone to lay his head.

”Lil cozier now?”

Comic put their head on the pillow, "y-yeah . . ."

”BAM, SLEEPYTIME CENTRAL!!!” Fresh grinned excitedly, completely ignoring the irony of how loud he usually talked.

”So... Are ya thirsty, huh? Wit’ all dat cryin’, I’m surprised ya ain’t all lookin up like a piece o’ dried jerky right now, ah hahaha!” Fresh beamed at his own joke, the YOLO on his shades glowing slightly in the dark.

Comic chuckled quietly at the joke, "I c-could drink something . . ."

”Rad!!! Hold on just a sec, homedawg, we gonna get HYDRATED up in here!!!” Fresh nestled him closer and headed off in the direction of the kitchen, more slowly this time.

”Now, I ain’t all sure what time it is an’ junk, so I ain’t sure if it’s early enough in da mornin’ fo’ breakfast... I know some peeps up an’ chug warm milk ta get ‘emselves ta sleep an all dat, how’s it soundin’ ta ya? Plus, ya get dat sicknasty CALCIUM in ya diet!! Wicked strong BONES, yo, ya gonna be liftin’ towers in no time!!” Fresh was mostly talking to fill the silence, people did that, right? They’ve gotten this far already, no point in letting Comic’s mind wander back to his nightmares.

"It sounds nice . . ." Comic is rather calm now, they closed their eyesockets

Fresh chuckled softly, pulling up to the kitchen. Balancing Comic steadily, making sure there was as little jostling as possible, Fresh poured the skeleton a cup of milk, kicking the fridge shut and popping the half-full mug into the microwave. Hey, he didn’t want Comic to spill it on either of their clothes on the way back!

The gentle whirring of the microwave filled the quiet kitchen as they waited for the beep, a warm orange light washing over the two. Comic’s eyes were closed, but Fresh continued to smile down at him. It’d be so easy to just possess him like this, with his guard down... But, no, there was no point in it yet. This whole debacle would go a long way in gaining Comic’s trust, Fresh was willing to bet, and that was more than useful enough to justify the work he’d went through.

Besides, he’d gathered a lot of information... Namely that, yes, the incident continued to affect him deeply, something that Fresh already knew - but it was very interesting to see the extent of how deeply. It wasn’t often the parasite had a front seat to this sort of thing... And to see how Fresh was the first one Comic went to for comfort was hilarious, considering the reason Fresh had stuck around in the first place! There were so many possibilities... But, no, he wouldn’t play his hand too soon. He wanted to see where this was going, first! And all the things that trust could lead to...

The microwave dinged, jolting Fresh out of his thoughts. He gently eased the door open and pulled the steaming mug out with one hand, nudging Comic gently. ”Ya still awake in dere, lil brah...? Milk’s up!”

Comic looked at him, they're a bit sleepy

”Aw... Nothin’? Well, I guess da milk can wait a lil. Dey call it WARM milk, not steamin’ milk, after all~!”

Still holding both the mug and Comic, Fresh turned heel and headed back to the bedroom, making sure none of the liquid sloshed out as they went. When they arrived, Fresh gently plopped his cargo down onto the bed, leaving the mug on the nightstand and tucking Comic in. Once that was done, Fresh plopped down next to him, the mattress creaking slightly under the sudden weight.

”All tucked in, an’ wit’ somethin’ ta drink when ya wake up!! How ya feelin’ now, lil homie?” Fresh grinned, obviously proud of himself and his handiwork.

"better . . . Thank you" Comic smiled slightly at him

”Haha... No problem, C-slice. Ya can always count on me, aight~?” Fresh had been planning to leave and wait for Comic to call him back, but he thought better of it; instead, he climbed into bed next to Comic, tucking himself in and placing his shades safely besides him. The other skeleton had seen the parasite many times without his glasses, after all, though, luckily, never asked why his “eyelight” was cracked like that.

Also, Fresh hadn’t had the time to change out of his pajamas in the first place, so it was perfect! Who said that only kids could wear dinosaur-patterned sleep pants? Nobody, that’s who. Fresh sighed and nestled himself in, closing his eyes - although, if anything happened, he was always a light sleeper. For now, though, he highly doubted Comic could do any harm to him... and with that, Fresh was out.

Comic looked at Fresh, they decided to cuddle up to him, they closed their eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

[jeonsbun]

lover boy ─ p.jm [m]

rating ↬ 18+

word count ↬ 1,970

pairing ↬ jimin x reader

genre ↬ enemies-to-lovers! au, arranged marriage! au, marriage! au, husband! jimin, fluff (if you squint), angst, & some smut

warning(s) ↬ jimin being a dick (he really isn’t), jimin has a big 🍆, protective sex (pls be safe!), semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), usage of princess (like once or twice, dat’s it), cursing, love bites (y/n tries to cover them), slight dom!jimin, lip-biting, & lots of kissing. just pure filth 🤧 lower-case intended

summary ↬ when your parents marry you off to someone that you don’t know, you never expected it to be him.

a/n ↬ hi! welcome to the official oneshot of “lover boy”! i hope that you guys enjoyed the little teaser that i had set out. major thanks to @chimknj​ for beta reading this <3 this is a part of “dishonest love” monthly prompt from @thebtswritersclub​. this is also a little valentine’s day gift. please enjoy! also note that in no way is any members mentioned in this fic are what they are in real life. this is just all fictional. as always feedback is appreciated~

“what?!” you yelled into the phone. 

“y/n, calm down. it’ll be over in a year’s time,” the voice on the other side said.

you scoff, “you gotta be fucking kidding me, you’re really marrying me off to some douchebag who you think is good for me? someone that i don’t know?”

“y/n!” yelled the voice, “he is a good man, give him some time, get to know him. it’ll only be a year before it blows over. we’re doing this to protect you, y/n, we love you too much to see you suffer again,” 

you sighed into the phone, sliding your hand across your face in defeat, “fine dad, you said only for a year, right?” 

oh, how wrong you were. you never excepted it to be him. oh man, the man that you hate with all your gut, park jimin. 

he was your rival from another gang, his parents and yours were good friends, they were the ones who suggested you get married off together. 

before you knew even knew it, it had be more than a year. your parents thought that having a man in your life will bring in honor among the mafia members you called a family.

you thought this was ridiculous, really. you were always independent and you wanted it to stay that. 

when you had met your soon-to-be husband, it was during a party that your family had hosted. they wanted to impress some important people that you didn’t bother to care or know about. 

your mother was the one who picked out your dress for the evening. a golden dress, decorated with sparkles shone in the dim light of your room. a sequin v-style dress, that hung low upon close inspection.

“this dress is amazing,” you whispered to yourself as you ran your fingers through the soft fabric. you soon put the dress on, along some gorgeous pair of earrings and a pair of white heels to match. you looked in the mirror, “wow, mom’s got some good taste,” you whisper again, admiring yourself as you brush your hair.

few minutes later, you texted your makeup artist friend holly to help with the touch-ups and hairstyle. 

“did you see who’s here?” your friend holly asked you as you heard her heavy footsteps near. “who? who the hell are you talking about?” you reply, confusion on your face.

“park jimin,” she says as she shakes your shoulders. “THE park jimin. he’s here,” 

you gasped. you sprinted out of the room as fast as your legs could carry you. she was right. there he was, standing tall near the entrance of the building. He was sipping on a glass of champagne, talking to someone.

you gulped down a lump in your throat that you didn’t even know you had. your father ran up to you. “ahh my beautiful daughter, let me see her,” your father held his hand out toward you. you take it, him spinning you around, laughing happily. 

“father, stop. i’m getting dizzy,” you smile him at him. “there’s someone here that I would love for you to meet,” your father takes your hand again, tucking your arm around his, whisking you away.

you approached a tall man, wearing a dress shirt that was tucked away in his pants, his jacket hanging down on his broad shoulders. “namjoon, I have someone here I would like you to know, my daughter y/n,” 

“ahh mr. jeon. Nice to see you again. How have you been?” the man, namjoon was it? asks as he hugs your dad. Then his eyes shifted to you, “And you must be Y/N, your father has mentioned a thing or two about you. But, he never told me how stunning you are,” namjoon takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

you blush and looked away sheepishly. you looked at the man, leaning on the wall, near the entrance, staring right back at you. you gulped again. 

“y/n, y/n?” someone yelled out, bringing you back to reality. “Yes?” you replied back. “What were you looking at?” replied your dad, as he tried to look around at what you were staring at. “nothing dad, i’m going to get a drink,” you dismiss the question, as you walk toward the open bar, saying goodbye to namjoon. 

your brother jungkook was nowhere to seen. ‘He’s probably banging some chick again,’ you thought to yourself as you sigh and facepalm. then you felt a presence, watching you from afar. 

you turn around, catching his eyes. his stare is intense, but you don’t dare look away. you start to walk towards him, eyes filled with lust and determination. who does this man think he is?

“what do you want, park?” you say as you stared him down. “nothing, darling. Just admiring a beautiful girl, drinking alone,” he answered back. you scoff.

“as if, you asshole,” you roll your eyes. he suddenly grabs your arms and presses you against the wall. he looks into your eyes again, looking for something. “let me go, you dick!” you yell as you try and get out of grip. 

His grip becomes tighter as he leans forward and whispers, “let’s get to know each other.” He then leads the two of you into a closet down the hall, away from the party.

it was quick. so quick that you lost your footing for a second. before you even realized it, his lips were on yours. you pulled away quickly, catching your breath.

“what?” you heard him ask. “what the fuck, park? you don’t go up to people and start drag them into a closet to kiss them?!” you push him as you screamed. He just chuckles. “princess, i’m planning to do more than that,” he smugly says as he smirks.

“you wish, i’m leaving,” you start to turn around when you felt a hand rest upon your wrist. 

“wait, look i’m sorry, okay?” you hear him sigh, “your parents told me that we’re married and that i had to marry you or else our whole “family” will go to shit,”

You turn back around, “they said what?” this was the first time you were hearing this. “by the face that you are making tells me that you didn’t know,” 

you shook your head, blinking a few times. “why though? i just want to know why, and why you of all people?” 

he felt offended but he didn’t show it well. “they told me that it was for the sake of our family and shit, i’m 100% not sure anymore,” he shrugs.

you kissed his cheek, looking at him sadly. next time you knew, you were pulling his shirt off. he didn’t pull away at all. he started to kiss your lips again and down to your neck. 

you move your head, giving him more access. you sigh heavily as he sucks hard near the area where your neck and shoulder meet. 

he pulls down the back of your dress, releasing you into just your bra and panties. he stares at you again, you stand there sheepishly. 

you slowly bend down to your knees to pull down his dress pants. he looks down at you, just running his hands through your hair. you then pulled his boxers down, his member slapping his lower stomach. your mouth waters at the size. 

as you start to pump him, you grabbed his balls. you can hear him breathe in deeply, ‘looks like he likes it,’ you then go faster. 

“put it in, please,” he says faintly. “i’m sorry what did you say?” you tease.

“don’t tease, y/n please,” he says a little louder, bucking his hips a little to create friction. this was your turn to chuckle. you eventually start to put his member into your mouth, bobbing your head, slowly.

“y/n, go f-faster” he pants. you listen, going faster than before.

you then go for his balls again, massaging them as you go even faster.

“yes, just like that,” 

you felt his hand at the back of your head, you hollow out your cheeks as you let him use your throat. you then felt something shoot the back of your throat. 

you shallow the salty contents (i’m so sorry 😔), and stand up with your mouth open. jimin smirks at you and kisses your lips. 

he reaches behind you to unclip your bra. he then go ham on your breasts, marking them and massaging them. he takes his mouth to assault your nipple and massage the other, you sigh heavy again, dragging your hand through his scalp. 

he suddenly stops, whilst you whine from the cold air, surrounding you, and then goes to his pants, searching for something. he comes across his wallet. 

you see a wrapper, eyes quickly scheming around at his face, eyes looking suspiciously. he looks up at you, pulling the wrapper out completely, and then putting it in his mouth.

“can never be too careful, am i right?” he chuckles as you roll your eyes again, giggling. he then puts it on his member.

he picks you up and presses you against the wall again, kissing you again. your little makeup session was interrupted when you silently gasp as he slides inside. he takes this opportunity to bite your bottom lip and pull.

he then pushes you up and you sink back down. you moan out his name, creating red scratches across his back along the way. 

“oh my god, right there,” you moan out. you didn’t care that you were loud, he was hitting that one spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. 

after hitting that spot again and again, you finally came undone. but he was not done, at all. 

he places you back down and bends you back, just a slight bit. taking you from behind, he goes faster and faster, and getting rougher. you felt his hand start rubbing circles onto your clit, jolting your insides again.

you felt your second orgasm coming, jimin could feel it. your walls clenching his member sweetly, you cooed at him, “i-i’m close jimin,” 

“i am, too,” he pants, you look back at him. he looked so handsome, his sleek black hair sticking to his forehead, lips bruised and swollen from all of the kissing and lip-biting, and chest, sweaty and soft to the touch. 

after one last thrust and a flick of a finger, you both came together. 

kissing your neck one last time, jimin pulls the condom off and threw it away. getting dressed, you saw yourself in the mirror. you looked awful, your hair was disheveled and your makeup was smeared. jimin looked up at you as he puts on his pants, laughing. 

you playfully punch his arm, you watch as he puts his shirt back on and then disappear. you put your dress back on and try and fix your hair as best as you could as you wait for him. 

jimin came back a few minutes later with a wet cloth, handing it to you. you use it to fix your makeup, wiping away the smeared mascara and lipstick. 

knock knock “fuck, who is that?” you whisper yell at jimin. he shrugs, “y/n? jimin? i know you guys are in there, i saw you two,” the voice said. “open the door, now,” you gulp, shaking uncontrollably. jimin places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as you slowly open the door of the closet. 

you smile fondly as you remembered this moment. 

a/n ➳ this is my first time actually doing a full length fanfic that including smut like this, oh my gosh this is just pure filth! i really hope you guys enjoyed this. this really made me nervous and made my heart pound. anyways as always, feedback is appreciated~

☙ masterlist 

[lovinkiri]

NSFW Alphabet ~ Katsuki Bakugou

Warning: Obviously, there shall be smut. Anything you'd expect from Bakugou.

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A = Aftercare (Do they take care of you afterwards? How?)

Katsuki's actually pretty soft after sex. He'll run a bath for both of you and carry you into the bathroom. He'd gently rub the wash cloth against your skin.

He'd use a soap with a soft scent, so the smell of lavender or maybe light strawberry is filling the room.

You definitely get sleepy, I mean you were already exhausted but now this? And he lets you lean back against his shoulder and drift off.

"Don't worry bout it, I got you."

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of yours? Of themselves?)

He loves your ass. Bakugou is an ass man and I stand by that statement. He loves to have you over his knee and spank you. He loves simply smacking it when you walk by. He loves the red prints he leaves on it and seeing you struggle to sit 😂

His favorite body part on his own body? Definitely his hands. One, he needs them to properly fight and they do that pretty well. Two, he loves touching you with them. Running his hands up your sides, squeezing your tits, and of course smacking dat ass 😏

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He cums a lot. A bit more than average. Like, one load his spilling out of you in a small stream.

And speaking of which, he prefers to cum inside of you and to fill you up. It's kinda like marking his territory, you know?

If that's not something you're comfortable with, he'd rather cum in your mouth. He'll force your mouth open and watch you swallow it down.

"That's right, swallow it down, slut."

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

Definitely has urges to fuck you in public. Whether it be in front of your friends or just on the train, the thought of everyone watching as he takes you against a wall gets him going.

Especially if he notices someone flirting with you. Depending on how hard said person is flirting, this may go from a dirty secret to a funny (hot) story.

E = Experience (Any past experience?)

Nope. None. Before you, Bakugou never even thought of dating, let alone sex. He didn't see the point, he didn't care enough. You were just special.

He was simply a natural and got the hang of things pretty quickly. What'd you expect? Katsuki Bakugou doesn't lose! Not even at sex!

F = Favorite Position (What's their favorite position?)

Face down, ass up. He loves shoving your face into the mattress and towering over you, fucking you senseless. He feels powerful.

His hand will definitely curl into your hair or he'll grip the back of your neck.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or silly during sex?)

I mean, he grins.. While teasing you. So I wouldn't say silly because he's pretty serious on pleasuring you. But not completely serious because of his cockiness.

He definitely laughs at you sometimes.

Like "*laughs* Are you shaking? You needed my cock that badly?"

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

He keeps it pretty neat down there, he just prefers go trim it. And yes. Yes. The carpet does indeed match the drapes, my friend.

I = Intimacy (Are they romantic?)

Yes. I mean, he's not exactly gentle with you, but he's not destroying into next week.

It's more of deep, passionate strokes as he holds you against him.

If he's really trying to get romantic, he'll wrap his arms around you as you straddle him and just slowly thrust up.

J = Jerk off (How often do they do it? What do they think of?)

Before you two get together, he did it maybe a couple times a week. Often times, he'd think of hearing your cute sounds. He'd visualize you doing a slow, sensual strip tease for him.

After you two get together, he doesn't do it as often. At least not alone. He definitely does it with you sometimes. If not with you, its a bit more frustrating. He gets so used to your pussy that his hand isn't as satisfying as it used to be.

K = Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Degradation, BDSM, Daddy, Spanking, Choking, Biting (or marking in general), hair pulling, there are more.

By the way, all of which can be reversed. Don't be afraid to dom Katsuki. He secretly wants it ;)

L = Location (Favorite place to do it?)

Usually happens in your own rooms, but will definitely take his time with you in the kitchen.

What if someone walks in? He doesn't care. He's too busy making you both feel good. And after a while, you wont care too much either.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

A pair a shorts. Bending over while cleaning or something. Making out. Giving him light touches. Hell, even stroking his ego!

Say the right things and he's ready to go.

Trail your hands down his chest and he loves it.

So to put it simply, boi lowkey has a praise kink lol

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do? Turn offs?)

I feel like it depends. Like, for the most part, he likes voyeurism. As long as he's not the one watching.

Though, even that depends. He will only share you with someone he completely trusts, like the Bakusquad.

Realistically, he wouldn't care for Somnophilia. And unless you're both drunk or your just tipsy, won't touch you like that if you're trashed. Lack of consent is, and should always be, a big turn-off.

O = Oral (Would they rather give or receive?)

He would definitely rather receive than give. Like, he doesn't mind giving. And will definitely let you sit on his face. But he loves fucking your throat senseless, its just 👌🏾

P = Pace (Fast? Slow? Gentle? Rough?)

He's only gently when your having a bad day. Unless what you need is to be taken roughly, then he'll deliver.

He's usually rough, but always passionate. He likes to switch it up sometimes though. When teasing, he'd definitely more slow and sensual though.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about quickies?)

He loves them. He loves the possibility of being caught somewhere, the rush. He loves shoving you into a small space and clamping his hand over your mouth.

He loves when you quickly grind against each other to chase your orgasms. You're both just in a frenzy and things start getting hazy.

R = Risks (Do they like taking risks? Do they like to experiment?)

Oh, he lives for it practically. Nothing scares Katsuki Bakugou. He'll take you almost anywhere and just hope you aren't too loud.

Definitely the type to finger you under the table at dinner with your friends.

Definitely loves cockwarming during movie night under the blanket.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go?)

Typically, he'll only go 4 rounds at the most. Out of respect for your body, you know?

After a bad day, he can go all night. Everything is so much drawn out. Teasing, thrusts, orgasms.

T = Toys (Do they use/own toys?)

Katsuki himself doesn't own many toys. And he's not a fan of using them for the most part. He definitely owns handcuffs and and a paddle. And he'll definitely use your own vibrator on you.

He finds pleasure in fucking you and watching you squirm with the vibrator pressed against your aching clit.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

Yes.

Yes.

Yes he does.

He teases like crazy. No matter what, he finds a way to tease. Its in his nature.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

It depends, really. If you're dominating him, he's moaning roughly. Well, its a mix of a moan and a growl. Tease him enough and he'll start whimpering quietly.

If he's dominating you, not too many moans. It's mostly groaning and grunting, definitely growling. Usually though, he uses his voice talking. Sometimes he'll moan when he cums.

W = Wild card (Random scenario)

His cock pushed deeper into you and his hand found its way into your hair, roughly yanking on it. You yelped and moved back against him feverishly. His hips stilled and you whined instinctively. "What's wrong? You were talking all that crap just before. What, does it take a nice cock to shut you up?" He teased, a growl in his voice.

X = X Ray (Length, size)

This man is long and thick. I emphasize on thick, by the way. He fills you up in all the best places. There's a slight curve up.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

You guys go at it slmost every night. He can't help you! How dare you look so good all day? The way you licked your lips earlier, you did that on purpose didn't you? You wanted attention so badly? Now you got it.

Z = Zzz.. (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He falls asleep quickly. He'll pull you close on top of him or he'll nuzzle your neck. He loves having you against him as you fall asleep, skin against skin.

[bakugoulovesme]

Bakugou x Reader

Title: Long Story Short

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, various pro heroes (mentioned), original character (who is not the reader)

Word Count: 2,783

Warnings: mentions of toxic ex, passing out, hospital visits (dw it’s all good), gross fluff 

Summary:  You had a terrible breakup that made you stop hero work. Now, three years later, you are dating Bakugou Katsuki and you jump back in the saddle.

A/N: Pro hero au! Lmao guys be nice I haven’t written a full fic since 2018.. oof... request headcanons pleeeaaaseee <3 (OOOH OOOH also this is the first of a very tentative series of stories based on Taylor Swift’s albums Evermore and Folklore,, AND this was crossposted on ao3) 

You told yourself never again on a night much like this one, three years ago. You remember it all very distinctly. Nyx had already promised you a change of pace, somewhere as far away from him as you could get. They were standing behind you on the rooftop, a good few paces back. It was considerate, really: giving you space so that you could have your moment of dramatic catharsis. You remember bouncing on your toes once before sparring a glance over your shoulder at them. The blank motorcycle helmet that was a staple of their hero costume stared back at you, emotionless. They offered you a single nod. You turned forward again, facing the wind. You turned the ring over and over in your hand for a few more minutes, longer than you wanted to. It seemed cliché to you even then, when the wound was still so fresh, to get rid of the ring in such an over the top way. But damn, if it didn’t feel absolutely amazing. 

And tonight you are standing atop the roof of that twenty-story building again. And Nyx, lovely Nyx, is standing behind you with their expressionless motorcycle helmet boring into your soul and their harrowing silent wisdom making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “I’m not so sure that I’m ready,” you say after a beat. Your hero costume feels strikingly familiar and foreign all that at the same time. You play with the waistband of the jumpsuit absentmindedly. 

“I am,” they say as if it is the easiest thing in the world. Don’t they know how hard this is? Shouldn’t they of all people understand?  “And he is, too.” 

They got you. They always do. 

You heave a sigh—no turning back now. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you can do this, that you are in fact a capable hero. Three years. You haven’t done this in three years. 

Fuck. Can you do this? What if… 

“I know what you're thinking,” Nyx says, allowing emotion to seep into their tone for the first time tonight. “And, I hate to break it to you, but… you are already doing it.” 

“This is barely a patrol,” you grumble. 

“Not a traditional one, no, but remember you’re still in your trial period. You are technically only my sidekick right now.” You don’t need to see the expression Nyx is wearing to be certain that they are smiling. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” 

The universe does not leave you much time to wallow in self-pity. Less than half an hour later, there’s a call. A building is collapsing. The number four hero, Edgeshot, has already taken care of the villain responsible, so it is time for clean-up duty: your specialty. All in a matter of thirty seconds, you shove your helmet onto your head (it matches the one Nyx sports; all of their sidekicks wear them) and run to grab onto Nyx as they teleport you to the scene. Gone is the gentle night air; here, everything is hot. The villain must be using some quirk-enhancing drug. (The damage they caused in their dragon form puts Ryukyu to shame.) Several voices chatter into your ears at once filling you and Nyx in. Nyx was gone the second they dropped you off, working as fast as they could to teleport people out of the upper floors of the building. 

Adrenaline pushes you forward but you are stopped quickly, debris already blocking your path into the ground level of the building. Luck must be on your side tonight because you can see the number two hero, Hawks, fly in as he uses his feathers to aid in the evacuation. You feel comfortable enough to ask Nyx through the helmet to get you inside. And they do. You could not imagine how disorienting it must be for them because, after just your second leap of the night, you are incapacitated for at least fifteen seconds. 

When the world rights itself again, you realize you have already put your shield up to protect yourself from the smoke. It does not take long to find the group of survivors to the left of you, trying—and failing—to break out of a crumbled window. You see eighteen at first glance, but as you approach, you can see a group of children, four of them all huddled together. Twenty-two, then. You drop your shield as you approach them. “Help is here,” you inform them, attempting to keep your sentences short so your helmet will translate them faster. 

“Now, everyone remain calm. Everything will be okay.” Any doubts you had earlier have been seared away. You are met with thankful sobs and incoherent clambering. You direct them to stand around you, as close as they can fit. The children are lifted into their parent’s arms as everyone scrambles forward. As soon as all twenty-two are comfortably within range, you activate your quirk again. One of the children lets out an awed gasp at the buzzing bubble of blue energy that has formed. 

You find yourself smiling. 

“What do we do now?” An older woman asks incredulously, her entire body shaking in fear. 

“We wait.” She opens her mouth to retort, but you continue. “Once the upper floors of the building and the surrounding block are completely evacuated, I will get us out of here.” 

“Are you sure you can do it, Miss Hero?” A little girl asks. “My Daddy says heroes can’t really do anything...”

Her father has the decency to look horrified, but you just laugh. You crouch down to make eye contact with her,  “I’m very sure I can do it. Do you wanna know why?”

She leans away from her father slightly, turning towards you with her eyes full of stars. It takes you a second to reply as you get the go-ahead that everything is clear. Perfect. 

“Because… you are going to help me, of course!” You exclaim, removing your helmet. This forces you to use the translator that you wear around your neck which is not as loud (or clear), but you think it’s a good trade-off. The adults (and the other children)  who were momentarily distracted hearing you speak to the little girl will need the comfort of a human face for the next part, this much you are sure. You gesture for the girl to be put down and you take her hand in one of your glowing ones. A little boy wriggles out of his mother’s grasp and grabs your other hand. You beam. 

“Now you two have a very important job: you have to keep everyone brave!”

“How we s’posed to do dat?” The boy asks. 

“Simple. You will walk with me in the front, okay? We can even sing a little song so everyone knows to keep walking,” you explain with a smile, more genuinely happy than is probably appropriate. The other children wrestle themselves out of their parent’s arms and grab their hands fiercely, ready to help drag them along. The pair holding your hands only take a minute to consider before nodding solemnly. 

The boy leads the little marching tune as you calmly begin leading everyone towards the front of the building. It’s at the moment that your shield touches the front wall that the building comes down. Hard. 

So much for raining small chunks, the full weight of the building crashes down around you. It makes you lightheaded, but you force yourself not to show any distress. You just keep walking, hunks of the building being forced out around the bubble. Suddenly though, something smacks into your shield from the inside and you lurch forward. Your eyes screw shut as you focus completely on regaining control. 

“Daddy!” The little girl yells as she pushes past the group to reach her father, still frozen in shock against the farthest side of the bubble. You didn’t even feel her drop your hand... Before you can contemplate the fate of your other small charge. The boy squeezes your hand tight. You turn to look at him and smile. One hand grips yours and the other grips a younger girl, his sister you presume, who is latched onto their mother, as well. 

You are more out of it than you realize because in no time at all, the girl is back holding your hand, dragging her father behind her. He looks sickly pale. Deep breath. “Everything’s okay. Almost over. Everyone please just keep being brave for me,” you say, squeezing the kids’ hands. 

You close your eyes again and put everything you have into walking normally. Pushing. Pushing. It feels like you let the smoke in; there doesn’t seem to be enough air for you. You can’t remember feeling this tired, at least not in a long time. Just as you reach your limit—when you are certain you are going to fail to leave all these people to get tragically smushed—there is loud cheering. Huh?

You force your eyes open. Floodlights. People. Ambulances. Reporters descending upon the lot of you, now that the danger has passed. You can finally breathe. You drop the shield and fall to your knees. 

Hmm. The ground is warm, and a lot more comfortable than you could have ever imagined. Your last thought before you blackout completely is a barely coherent image of cats rolling around on the warm concrete. 

-

All you can hear is his voice. 

For a second, the sound tricks you. You must be in your bed, at home. The heart monitor comes in second. A wave of nausea hits you as the disorientation sets in. You try to open your eyes but decide against it immediately. You don’t think your eyelids so much as fluttered, how could they when they weigh a thousand pounds each? 

His voice is what grounds you again, makes you feel more centered. You think you might even be able to tell which way is up. You can hear him but you can’t hear him. Your brain is much too full of mush at the moment to hear anything with clarity.  Everything feels sloshy; even still you attempt to move your hand towards the sound of his voice. As soon as you begin moving, his hands have met yours and his voice is softer. You still can’t hear him but you can feel him. His hands, as always, are hot and sweaty. You had always thought your hands were the hottest and the sweatiest, that is until you met Bakugou. 

“Ka-” you try to speak but your voice is much too hoarse from disuse. 

“Teddy bear,” you can finally hear him, “are you okay?”

You rumble in agreement and make a great effort to move your head in a gentle nod. He makes you regret agreeing all within a second. Now he is yelling and your eyes are all but forced open at the sound of it. 

“Katsuki,” you groan.

“What the fuck were you thinking running into a collapsing building, dumbass? You’re still just a fucking sidekick.” 

You huff feeling a little more like yourself the longer you hear him talk. “That’s just a technicality.” 

“Regardless, I…” Katsuki lets out a deep growl, “you fucking scared me, teddy bear.” 

“I’m sorry, Katsu” is all you can think to say as he cups your cheek and leans forward to rest his forehead against your own. You revel in the closeness, even the skin of his forehead is hot against you.  

“I hope you know you aren’t off the hook, idiot, but I am really proud of you,” the glare he fixes you with doesn’t match his words. 

You can’t stop yourself from beaming. 

-

“So, how much time before you get back to being that dumbass’s sidekick?” He asks as he spares a glance from the road to look at you leaned up against the window in the passenger's seat. 

“I should be good to go by Monday, believe it or not.” 

The look he gives you tells you he doesn’t. 

“I’ll call the doctor if you want,” you insist. You ignore the rush of nausea that hits you as you sit up and give him an indignant look. 

He rolls his eyes. He takes a hand off the wheel to push you gently back so you’re resting against the window again. You sigh in relief at the feeling of the cool glass on your cheek. You can see him worry his lip a bit before he bites out, “I believe you.” 

“Hmm I don’t know about that,” you start, “but, I meant it when I said me being a sidekick is just a technicality. I was a big hero before I ever came to Japan and met you.” 

He huffs. Regardless, he nods his head in agreement. He does know that you were a big hero. An annoyingly selfless one too, that’s what got you hurt in the first place. He doesn’t say anything more though, he’s happy enough to let you fall asleep with the words to some stupid song on your lips.  Even if he wasn’t driving he would be wide awake. Seeing you fall to the ground like that made him sick.                           

He shudders. He really thought he was ready for you to start hero work again, but… Seeing you like that was a lot to handle. Almost too much. He knows it’s hard for you too. You’ve had to watch him throw himself into danger countless times at this point. He hasn’t figured out how you handle the stress with such grace. He can practically see the look you would give him if he said that to you, he can practically hear your voice assuring him that the way you handle it is anything but graceful. Why is he imagining this conversation? He could be having it with you. It’s not like you’re dead or--                

“Katsu, you’re going to get wrinkles if all you do is frown all the time. You’ll look like my Grampy,” you laugh as his frown deepens, “Really, babe, what’s wrong?”

He replies immediately, “Nothing. We’re almost home.” 

“I know, but don’t think you can escape a conversation about whatever this,” you gesture at him vaguely, “Whatever this is.” 

He growls as he pulls into the parking garage for the apartment building, but he decides not to comment. Instead, he takes the opportunity to tease you and poke at your ribs as he helps you toward the door. 

Walking mixed with the impromptu tickle fight leaves you weaker than you thought you would be. You almost eat shit in the elevator when he lets go of you for just a second to punch the button to your floor. “Fuck, baby, are you okay?” He launched toward you as soon as you wobbled, catching you with his strong arms around your waist securely. 

You groan softly and bury your face in his chest as the elevator starts to move. “I am now,” you say muffled as you nuzzle your face against his pecs. 

“Perv,” he spits out, pushing your face away while still keeping an arm around you to keep you upright. He has to drag you down the hall to your shared apartment because you are so stubborn: refusing to be carried while being virtually unable to walk. He knows that’s a large part of why he loves you so his griping is lighthearted. 

He leads you to the couch and plops you down onto the cushions. “You stay here. I mean it. I’m going to make that dumb recipe your mom told me about,” he says. He turns shuffling off to find his apron. 

Your stomach turns, but this time in a much more pleasant way. He’s so fucking cute sometimes it makes you sick. Warmth settles over you as you pull the burgundy throw blanket over your shoulders and lie your head down on the scratchy decorative pillows. Everything feels a million times more comfortable now that you are comparing it to the impersonal feeling of a hospital bed. 

Well, now everything feels different. Hero work felt different. Talking to Nyx felt different. Waking up in a hospital bed too, didn’t feel as hollow as you remember. You know it’s because of the idiot you can hear maneuvering around the kitchen. He makes everything feel exciting, it’s nothing like before. The apartment is warm, and the couch is a lot more comfortable than you could have ever imagined. As you fall asleep for the first of many sorely needed naps you think of the yearly fireworks your town had as a kid and how alive you felt listening to them. In the other room, Katsuki sparks off a mini-explosion to light the stove.

[bregee13]

A New Home

It wasn't before long until the Raposa family wandered into the snowy fields. At first the snow barely dusted the grass beneath their feet, but eventually the snow became almost knee deep. It was a good thing Polly thought of bringing blankets with them. Even then, the three wished they had the time to change into warmer clothing. 

Polly, while squeezing her dad's arm for support, shivered uncontrollably. "D-dad??? Why did-didn't we u-use the S-snow G-gate...?" 

Nixie, who was also freezing, couldn't help but glare at her husband. "That's a g-good question, Polly! Bobby, why DIDN'T we use the snow g-gate?" 

"Nghh..." 'How's this my fault? Movin dis way was YOUR idea...' As much as Bob wanted to say it out loud, he was much too tired to butt heads. Besides, after trudging through the snow for that long, you almost HAD to blame somebody. Though, if he didn't say anything, Nixie would freeze him to death before any snow could. "Well, if we w-went through the snow gate, we could've walked right i-into darkness. A-and dat wouldn't be fun, would it?" 

Nixie, who was starting to remember her plan, felt her cheeks flush a little more than they already were. Though embarrassed, she welcomed the extra warmth on her face.

"B-but.... Why did-didn't we go to th-the dock?? A-and r-ride a boat somewhere?" Polly asked, hoping asking more questions would distract her from the cold. 

Her mother shook her head. "N-no... We couldn't have done that. The d-darkness might've covered the dock by then..." 

"M-might've!?! Y-you didn't k-know?!" 

"I...I... Um... f-figured there wouldn't be any more boats sailing to and from there anyway... With all this darkness, of course... Of course...." 

"Th... That... s-sounds..." Polly tried to call her mom out on her poor excuse, but she was just too frozen to speak. 

"Dat sounds like a c-cra... crummy excuse, N-Nix.." 

Nixie turned her head toward Bob in confusion. "Wh...what? Are you saying, Bobby?" 

Bob stared off into the distance. He longed to go back home and sleep in the warmth of his bed, but he knew that was impossible. "D-dere was no h-harm in checkin first... Ya k-knew dere was a chance of esc-cape dere.... W-what the Rapo stopped ya...?"

"Oh... U-um... You know, um..." 'Well, you didn't bother to check either! Why blame me...?' It took a moment for Nixie to regain some of her composure. She knew she was the only one planning anything out, and that Bob likely didn't even think of checking the docks in the heat of the moment. She actually thought about leaving the village by boat many times. But the one thing that stopped her every time was her fear. "...E-even if there was a way.... Th-there's no way to know what to expect... The o-other villages might be worse off than where we w-were.... There's no way... There's no way...." While she did fear the darkness in other villages, she did have one other small fear that she was afraid to admit. She was scared of returning to her parents after going missing for so long. 'Only Creator knows how those two would react...' 

"...Y-ya got a point.... I haven't h-heard from Jack in a real long time... H-Hope he and the folks are alright in Lavasteam... N-nice.... hot..... L-Lavasteam...." 'Rapo... This snow is messin with our heads n' makin us lookin all ridiculous!'

Bob looked back toward Polly. She hadn't spoken for a while now, which was odd for her. On top of that, she was moving at a snail's pace, slowing everyone down as a result. "Polly? Ya doin okay?" 

"..." Polly, shaking rapidly, fully relied on her father's arm for support. She had a hard time gathering her words and saying them out loud. She felt horrible. "D-dad....." She cried. "I...I can't feel my legs......." 

"Dat can't be good.... Hang on..." Bob walked up to Nixie and handed her the clothes he was carrying. "Hold dis for a s-sec?" 

"O-oh... Of... Of course..." 

Bob then proceeded to lift Polly off the ground, and carry her in his arms. "Urk!" 'She's heavier than I remember!' "It's okay... you're o-okay... Y-you you're gonna be okay, okay?" He tried to reassure her, but it only seemed to make everything worse. 'Oh Creator, she's real cold....' As worried as Bob was, he knew he couldn't show too much concern. For all he knew, it would just jinx everything. "...Y-Ya got uhh... Um... Bangle with ya? Ah! I..! I m-meant...! B....Bon...Go?" 

Polly, squeezing her stuffed friend in her arms, didn't even bother to correct her dad. Though the fact that he caught the mistake on his own really meant a lot to her. "Mhmm..." 

"G-good. Dat's good... "

Nixie took the clothes that were handed to her and covered her daughter with them as if they were extra blankets. "There. H-hope that will help s-somehow..." 

"Th-thank thank you..." 

The three silently continued on their journey through the snow. The bitter wind brushed their cheeks. Eventually, the snow began to die down, and the air was less stiff. The knee-high snow turned into mere frost. Needless to say, everyone was relieved. The ice life is NOT a nice life.

The wide open snow fields slowly turned into a chilly forest. The trees were of a purplish hue and had seemingly no end to them. It was clear that they had entered the forest gate region. 

Bob, now getting tired of carrying her around, set Polly down by one of the many trees. "There ya go. Are ya feelin any better?" 

Polly slowly nodded. "Y-yeah." 

Nixie leaned down to feel Polly's arm. "She's still really cold..." She turned to her husband. "What should we do now?" 

Bob looked up at the sky. Even after all that time, was just as gray as it was before. "We gotta get some shelter. Can't rest out in da open..." 

"Where are we going to find this shelter, anyhow?" 

"We're gon have to build it from scratch... Don't expect nothin fancy, I don't got no tools to work with." 

"That's fine... But..." She looked down at Polly before returning her gaze to Bob. "Are you going to be alright by yourself?" 

Bob tried to reassure her with a smile. "I'll be good on my own. Don't worry bout me. Just worry bout her." 

"...Okay. Just be back soon." 

"I will." Bob stepped back from his family and got to work.

Now, Bob may be a carpenter, but he wasn't exactly experienced in wilderness survival. Lucky for the three Raposa, he managed to put a small shelter together out of branches and leaves. And for the restrictions he had, it was relatively spacious. Just big enough for everyone to lay in comfortably. 

Nixie had Polly wrapped up in her arms. "How are you feeling, baby? Are you warmer now?"

Polly yawned. "Yeah. I'm okay. I think Bongo's a little tired though. Are you tired, Bongo?" 

"..." 

"Yeah... He's pretty tired..." Polly's eyes had grown heavy from the exhausting journey she had been through. 

Nixie, who was tired as well, softly chuckled to herself. "It seems that you're tired too. How about we get ready for bedtime?" 

"Yeah… Okay." Polly stretched. 

"Are you well enough to get up on your own?" 

"I think so..." Polly slowly started to get up off of the ground. Although her legs were a little wobbly from sitting too long. 

Nixie reached out for her daughter in an attempt to stable her. "Are you alright?!" 

"I'm okay! I'm okay! My legs are just sleepy." 

"Come on, I'll help you over there." Nixie had her arm wrapped around Polly's body, helping to guide her to the makeshift home Bob had made. "Bobby! Is the shelter finished over there?" 

Bob looked back at his wife, and sighed. "It's 'bout as done as it's gonna get... Hope it works just fine." 

"It looks wonderful. Why don't you take a break and get some rest? It's been quite a long day." 

"It is gettin pretty late, huh? Alright. I'll take a breather." 

"That's what I wanted to hear! Besides, a good sleep in there will make the perfect test for the structure you made." 

"That's true..." 

Polly pulled her mother's arm toward the shelter. She was starting to get cranky from a lack of sleep. "Mooom... C'mon! We gotta go to bed! Bongo's really really tired!"

"Alright, Polly! Settle down! We're on our way. Why don't you go on ahead and get ready for dreamland?" Nixie suggested.

"Okay..." Polly yawned. "G'night...." She squeezed Bongo in her arms, and stepped inside. 

Nixie glanced at her husband. "We should follow her." 

Bob nodded. "Yeah, I guess we should..."

The two stepped inside the structure. The dirt floor was covered in a bedding of grass and leaves, which in turn was covered by the largest blanket they had brought. It was cozy to say the least.

Polly was already laying down, curled up underneath her very own blanket. She held onto her doll as tightly as she could. Her eyes were shut. As far as Nixie and Bob could tell, she was already fast asleep.

“She looks so peaceful…” Nixie whispered.

“That didn’t take very long at all, huh?”

“That journey must have drained all of the energy from her. I don’t believe I blame her.”

“Poor Polly… I sure hope all dat snow didn’t leave her sick…”

“I hope so too. She didn’t seem to be all that ill, just tired. ...I have faith that she’ll turn out alright."

Bob sighed. “Rapo, what’d we do to deserve any of this? We lost nearly everythin, and now we gotta live in this… this… whatever this is!”

“You’re the one who built the shack… I don’t see why you’re the one complaining.” Nixie mumbled.

“...What was that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s fine.” Nixie clearly sounded annoyed. “It’s not a permanent solution, anyhow… We’re not staying too long.”

“...Are you insulting my work?”

“Bobby, please.”

“No no, I get it. I understand! I don’t wanna live here either! Who the Rapo would? In fact, it’s so awful dat any normal Raposa would rather sleep outside on the dirt and die!”

“We may as well be…” Nixie muttered.

“Excuse me?! I worked real hard to set this up! All by myself with no tools, no help of any kind, and you’re talkin to me like that?! A lil while ago, you said it was fantastic. I worked the best that I could under these circumstances, and now you’re mad it ain’t good enough?!” 

“Bobby, you know that isn’t what I meant.”

“Really? What else could you have meant by that?! I don’t understand anything you’re saying, Nix! First you said one thing, then you say the opposite? I don’t understand at all...” Bob crossed his arms and hung his head low. His eyes were starting to water in frustration. “...Explain to me, Nix. What’s wrong? What’d I do wrong? What the Rapo did I do to you to make you insult me like dat?!”

“Rapo, you didn’t do anything! Nothing is wrong! Why would you come to the conclusion that everything is your fault?! What the Rapo do you even think you did?”

“I-I dunno… I was just askin you that! Ya can’t just say ‘nothin is wrong’ right after complaining your rear off to me!”

“Well maybe I’m just feeling a little peeved.”

“Peeved?!”

“Of course I’m peeved! I didn’t want this! I didn't want to be forced out of my home, I didn’t want to have to worry about whether or not we’ll make it out of this okay, and I surely didn’t want you to yell at me!”

“Yell at ya?! Nix, you’re da one dat started it!”

“Bobby, what the Rapo are you talking about? I didn’t start anything! You just got mad at me out of nowhere!”

“Out of- What?! I-I would never do dat to you! I would never yell or get mad at you for no reason!”

“Then why are you yelling at me right now then?”

“B-because... I’m mad because you insulted me!” He began to cry. “I’m mad because you decided to be mean at me for no reason! I’m mad… because I don’t understand why you would do that…”

“Bobby?”

“That… that really hurt, Nix… Why would you go and do that?”

“Bobby… I… I’m so sorry.” She gently lifted his chin up so she could see his face better. “I’m sorry.”

Bob looked at her and sniffled. “I don’t understand, Nix. I-I know it ain’t the best I’ve done, but you ain’t gotta be mean about it…”

“I wasn’t trying to be mean to you… I… I was just frustrated. And I ended up saying the wrong thing… I know that wasn’t right for me to snap like that, but… I’m sorry…”

“I know you’re sorry… I know you’re just stressed out. Dat just… really got to me for some reason. I-I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“Bobby… You didn’t overreact. It’s okay. It’s my fault for upsetting you.” She sighed. “We’re both just... frazzled from all of this. I understand.”

“...I forgive ya Nix. I know ya didn’t mean what you said.” He faintly smiled for a moment. “But… There’s somethin I don’t understand. Why’d ya say it looked good earlier? I don’t get it.”

“...You want me to be honest? I... was trying to be polite. I didn’t want something like this to happen. Especially not in front of Polly. ...Wait a minute. Polly!” She turned around to face Polly, hoping that she was fast asleep and didn’t hear anything they said.

Polly, who was watching the entire time, hid under her blanket once she got caught. ‘Rapo! She saw me!’ She then pretended to be sleeping, hoping that she wasn’t in trouble.

Nixie sighed and turned back to her husband. “We really need to pull ourselves together, don’t we?”

Bob nodded. “If I were her, I wouldn’t want my folks arguing over nothin… I’d want em to be happy. I’d wanna be sure that it’s all gonna be okay. ...We gotta do better for her.”

“You’re right. From now on, we have to stay positive. No matter what happens.”

“Of course. We gotta set an example. It’s what Polly deserves. It’s what Hunter deserves too.”

“...Yeah.”

“...I wonder if Hunter’s doin alright. Maybe… Maybe he’s alive somehow?”

“I don’t want to talk about Hunter...”

“Alright, I understand.”

The two stood there for a moment in awkward silence. With all the chaos in their lives, it had been a long time since either of them found a moment of joy. When Hunter disappeared, arguments began to take his place. And with each new horrible event, it just kept getting worse. And that was something nobody wanted.

The two couldn't help but get lost in thought. They truly wanted to set a good example for Polly and be positive, but where would they even begin? It wasn't like there were many positives that came to mind. But neither of them wanted to go to sleep on a negative note, so the two thought in silence.

"...Our anniversary is tonight, ain't it?" Bob broke the silence.

"It is? I didn't know that... Are you sure?"

"Sure I am! I mean, don't ya feel it in the air?"

"...Do you even know what the current date is, Bobby?"

"Ah... No, but you don't know either! It's close enough, ain't it? Besides, dates don't matter now anyway!"

"Well, you're not wrong!" Nixie laughed.

"...You remember when we first met?" Bob reminisced. "You didn't have a home for yourself, and I let ya stay with me."

Nixie smirked. "Oh, how could I forget? It was obvious you fell for me the moment I met you."

"I was, huh?"

She nodded. "...You know, Bobby, it's funny. I feel as homeless as I felt that very day."

"Oh really?"

"Oh~! Mr. Builde, I have been left abandoned and homeless! May I stay here in your fine home~? Only for a short while~!"

"Oh! Are ya sure you want to stay in this shack of mine?"

"Bobby, please. I don't want to start that again."

"Hey, I'm just stating facts here! And to be honest, our home at the time wasn't that much better than this shed. "

"Oh Bobby, stop being so hard on yourself. Come on, why won't you let me inside your cozy home~?"

"Ah.. I dunno~" He blushed. "I think it'd be more romantic out under the stars~" He leaned in for a kiss.

"Bobby! No!" Nixie laughed. "It's too cold out! Besides, the stars disappeared a long time ago!"

"Ah, c'mon Nix! Can't we pretend there's stars?" He smirked. "It'd be just like that one romantic time we had in twilite years back~"

She flushed a bright red. "B-Bobby!" She hid her face and laughed out of embarrassment. 

"Oh... I uh... I didn't mean it like that!" Bob blushed from embarrassment himself. "Just... We were so in love back then... I miss it, Nix."

"Bobby..." Nixie held Bob's hands in hers, and smiled. "You know that never went away. We're just... going through obstacles. It's normal. ...Though I admit these latest obstacles are far more extreme than anyone could anticipate."

"That's true, this ain't exactly something I expected to deal with." Bob kissed her hands. "But we just gotta tackle these problems head on, huh?"

Nixie nodded. "We just have to stick together from here on out."

"I can handle that." Bob looked back at Polly, who was asleep for real this time, and turned back to Nixie. "You ready to hit the hay?"

"I'm not sure..." She said, hesitant. "Something doesn't feel right. Maybe it's only my nerves, but..."

"...Ya scared?"

"...A little. I mean, what if something shows up while we sleep and... makes us sleep for good?"

"That's not gonna happen. I won't allow it."

"Bobby, I'm serious. We could get really hurt." She glanced over at Polly. "...Or worse."

"Well I'm serious too. I'll stay up and keep watch for anythin that'll go bump in the night."

"No, you need sleep. Especially after you've done so much..."

"You done a bunch too though." Bob pondered for a moment. "Alright, why don't we take turns then?"

"...That could work. But what if-?"

"Hey, no 'what if's! Just go and get some sleep. I'll watch first." He yawned.

"You know, I'm not that tired." She said before yawning herself. "I think you should rest while I watch first."

"Nah, I've already made up my mind. I'm watching first."

"After all that labor? Aren't you being stubborn? Let me watch."

"Nix. Remember we said no fighting over nothin."

Nixie looked at the ground, ashamed. "...Yes. You're right, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry 'bout it. Now go get sleep. The sooner ya do, the sooner my shift starts. And the sooner my shift starts, the sooner it ends."

"Alright." She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you again soon. Love you."

Bob blushed. "Love ya too hun."

Nixie walked further into the shelter, checking her sleeping daughter before laying down to sleep herself.

The two followed through with their agreement and took turns keeping watch while the other slept. Nothing posed threat to them then.

Bongo was held tight in Polly's loving arms. It had been absorbing as much energy as it could, but it knew it only had a fraction of the energy needed to reach it's goal of a long life. 

Luckily, Bongo managed to absorb a massive amount of energy a few months back. It wasn't near enough to reach it's goal, but it was just enough for it to go and seek enough. 

Bongo had been waiting patiently and desperately for the opportunity to fully feed off it's host, but no good opportunities presented themselves. It wouldn't dare risk everything with other Raposa present. If it failed, it would waste it's precious energy. And if the Raposa found out what Bongo was made to do, it could get destroyed. So Bongo needed to be as careful as possible. 

It quickly scanned the area, checking if it's opportunity finally arrived. 

It knew there was no longer a town of Raposa to potentially catch it, but Polly's parents were still there. 

Bongo considered making it's move while the parents slept, but it would be far too high risk considering how protective they were. And with the new environment, the two were more high alert than usual. 

Bongo knew the only chance it had at draining it's host would be when Polly was all alone. 

Bongo rested once more. It couldn't drain itself now. 

The waiting game wasn't over yet. And Bongo knew if it played its cards right, it would surely win.

[thebountyfucker]

Lately I've been obsessed with the idea of being a new bounty hunter in the scene but you're quickly rising through the ranks, like a little too fast, and Banes cocky and confident that he's still the best but it's gotten to the point where you've started taking his jobs, so of course when you two run into each other he's all angry and ready to brawl, but you get a jump on him in some way and from then on out he's HELL BENT on settling the score. ;)

18 + ONLY - NSFW

Ooooooooooo 👀

"I've had it wit' ya!" Cad snapped, shoving you roughly against the wall. Your eyes went wide, though you were quick to narrow them. You didn't want him to know that you were surprised by this action. "Dere ain't no way dat yer as good as ya say ya are! Who's helpin' ya?"

"Are you threatened by me, Cad?" You asked, pointedly using his first name to show him that you were not afraid of him... that you were willing to show him disrespect. A murderous rage flashed in his eyes as he braced his arm against your chest.

"I ain't threatened by no one." He growled, drawing closer until he was mere inches away. Heat pooled in your core, and your gaze flicked down to his mouth.

"Oh yeah?" You replied, your voice husky with want. "Prove it."

He was quick to close the gap, though he was not gentle about it. Your lips mashed together, fighting for dominance; his fangs sunk down into your bottom lip, drawing blood. He shoved his knee between your legs, and you gasped.

"Yer nothing t' me - just a thorn in my side. Yer alive because I deem it advantageous." He growled, spitting on your face. "Now get on your knees and show me why I made de right choice."

[themysteriousauthor18]

Radiodust oneshot [Childhood friend AU]

Artist of picture above: 

A wild deer, that’s how it started. 

              A wild deer and a small boy watching it from the bushes. His brown eyes watched it curiously with the handgun in one of his hands, waiting for a perfect angle. As he raised it ready to aim the perfect shot would have been fired….if not for the sudden intrusion.

It was quick a blur almost but the mop of blonde hair was obvious as the small person ran at the deer and they almost had it. But the deer was faster and it moved at the last second causing the stranger to fall face first into the dirt. The brunette groaned, annoyed as he got up from his hiding spot, watching in aggravation as the deer made it’s escape. Far too fast for him to land a hit. 

He looked over to the spot, it was a child and as he approached he noticed the small hand knife in their hand. He wasn’t scared though. “Hey.” The little brunette said, crossing his arms and frowning, the little blonde pushed up onto his elbows and a pair of lime green eyes met brown. 

He had never seen such bright and pretty green eyes and he found himself staring for a second before regaining his thoughts. “Ya ‘don scared off ma’ prey.” The other boy tilted his head as he got to his knees before his feet. Once he stood the brunette stifled a laugh somehow taking pride in the fact that the other was at least a foot shorter than him. 

“I saw ‘em first.” The brunette stared quizzically, he sounded funny. 

“You got da weird voice.” The little blonde boy stuck his tongue out.

“Yeah well, you talk funny.” The two little boys exchanged looks for a second before the smaller of the two looked away. The brunette couldn’t help but look at the knife on the other hand. 

“Why ya got da’ knife?” The blonde looked down at his knife. 

“My pa is making me hunt animals.” The brunette scoffed.

“Dat’s dumb. A gun is betta.” The little boy smiled.

“That’s what I said!” His smile faded soon after, the brunette liked his smile. It was...nice. The shorter of the two glared at the grown. “But whenever I say that he hits me...so I stopped saying that.” The two fell silent the only sounds being the subtle forest sounds around them and heavy sounds of cicadas in the hot summer heat. 

“What’s your name?” The brunette finally asked his curiosity getting the better of him. He was sharply dressed for his age and the other found it strange. His outfit looked like it had been stolen from someone, multiple tears in the pants and white T-shirt he wore. 

It was a stupid choice to be talking to someone, especially out here. His father had told him never to trust anyone yet here he was talking to a boy that was strangely out here in the woods on a hot summer day. Especially when children would be playing in a pool somewhere or getting ice cream. 

And despite all that, he found himself answering. “Anthony.” The brunette found himself smiling, something he rarely did these days. 

“My name is Edward.” The taller of the two said, reaching his hand out as if they were businessmen.

Anthony looked at the hand curiously but found himself grabbing it. They shook and their hands stuck together for a little longer than normal before awkwardly separating. 

Anthony looked at the ground. “So uh..how old are ya’? I just turned 9!” The brunette narrowed his eyes.

“10.” The blonde looked up amazed.

“Wow your old.” The brunette gawked at the bluntness.

“ ‘Dats real rude!” Anthony only grinned.

“But it's weird.” Edward tilted his head confused.

“Why?” He couldn’t help but stare into those large round doe-like green eyes. The freckles, blonde hair and pale skin..it was all so interesting to look at. Was it because he was younger that he looked like that?

“Well I’ve met older people and they weren’t cute. But you are.” Edward smiled nervously.

“D-you can’t go sayin’ ‘dat!” The shorter was simply confused.

“Huh? Why?” Edward frowned his cheeks tinting a like pink. 

“My fatha’ said it ain’t okay for boys to be goin’ around and liking boys. He don’t like it…”

“Oh…” Anthony muttered staring at the grass, as if it held the answers.

“Well, I like you!” The brunette’s face flushed a bright red.

“D-don’t be sayin’ dat!” He gawked, completely shocked. He’d never met someone like this or a boy who had said something like that. 

“Well I am so there!” Edward crossed his arms.

“You very weird.” The blonde boy only grinned. 

“I know. Oh-I gotta go! Bye Edward!” The boy suddenly took off running and before the brunette could question just why he’d run off, he could hear the boy's name being called by a gruff voice.

...Maybe he would see him again. 

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            Two boys, each drastically different, it seemed as if a friendship like theirs would never work out. But somehow it did, in that small quaint town of New Orleans they seemed, by luck, to run into each other again and again. And somehow that friendship grew and they got along. They would go into the woods together and attempt to hunt or sometimes just sit around and talk about random topics. 

Although only the mothers knew of the boy's friendship, and would be the one to maintain this secret friendship. Although there was a lot of bad on each of the boy’s sides, for what it was worth, when they were together things almost for those two years, were perfect. 

And then those 5 years came to an end. 

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            A soft knock came at the door but Anthony refused to look up from the floor. He heard the door open and still refused to look up. He expected to hear the booming voice of his father yelling at him, snatching up and beating him. But instead he only heard the light tapping of shoes as they got closer…

This led him to think that it was his mother who had entered his room, and so he looked up. But his eyes widened in shock, it was not his mother who was currently closing his door very quietly nor her who was smiling sadly at him right now.

“Ed!” He whispered loudly as he got up from his bed and tackled the other in a tight hug. In these two years the other male had grown a bit taller, his voice had gotten a tad deeper and he now wore glasses. But other than that, he hadn’t changed very much. The way he hesitantly passed Anthony’s shoulders before gently pushing him away only proved this.  

“Are you alright?” He asked, he had begun suppressing his accent since a year ago, and although Anthony wasn’t sure why he never bothered to question it. Even if he did miss it. 

Anthony nodded with glossy eyes that he tried to wipe. Edward was dressed in that blue polo again, the one they always wore in schools. Wait did he just skip school? “How did ya get in here..” Anthony whispered. Edward simply shook his head dismissing the question as unimportant.

“Why are you frowning?” Anthony wiped his eyes. 

“You know why! I ain’t gonna be in New Orleans tomorrow…” It was all his father's fault, and he truly hated him for it. He had done quite a lot of horrible things but this was one of the worst. They were being forced to move back to New York just because of his father's work. Naturally he didn’t have a say so in it and, it would also be the last time he would be able to see Edward. He didn’t have a cellphone, he wasn’t allowed one and Edward was far too poor to afford one. Anthony didn’t know his new address and he didn’t want to get the other in trouble for possibly sending letters to his home.

Truly, it seemed this would be the last time they would be seeing each other. 

It seemed. 

And Edward knew this. 

He was frowning now as he moved his thumb to wipe a stray tear from the shorter boy's face. “Don’t frown Anthony. You have a beautiful smile.” Anthony sniffled as he shook his head resting it against Edwards chest.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye to ya...you're the only person in this shit hole whose actually nice to me...everyone else sucks.” This time Edward allowed the contact, he kept his hands on Anthony’s shoulders. 

“I don’t wanna say goodbye either Anthony.” He admitted quietly. He gently patted the other's head. “But there’s nothing we can do.” Once again he pushed the other away holding him at arm's length. Anthony looked up with glossy eyes once more. Edward smiled sadly, and reached into his breast pocket taking out the red handkerchief. 

“Come now, a frown doesn’t suit your pretty face.” Anthony took the handkerchief and wiped his eyes free of any tears. He held it up to hand it back but the other simply shook his head. “Keep it.” This caused the corners of Anthony’s lips to tug up almost into a smile. It was that smile that Edward craved whenever they met up, whenever he saw him and whenever they said their goodbyes.

And this time was no different. 

“Sbrigati, fottuto marmocchio!” The familiar gruff voice shouted from the hall in italian. Anthony’s smile vanished as did Edwards. 

He sighed, suppressing the urge to cry once again. “I-I gotta go…” he muttered in a broken voice. 

“Hm, I think not. Not until you smile.” Anthony looked up.

“Ed-your gonna get me in trouble. Move out of ‘da way..and..and you gotta go before you get found by my pa.” Anthony bit his lip swallowing the tears as he gestured to the locked window. He wanted to run, run away with Edward..but he knew he couldn’t. They wouldn’t survive out there, and he knew his father would find him. Running would just make it worse...besides, he refused to leave his mother and sister. 

Edward only shook his head. “Not until you smile. So how can I get that to happen?” Anthony looked to his feet, only shrugging. Edward hummed lowley as he took a step forward noting to himself that he’d locked the door. He tilted Anthony’s head up and without warning leaned down and pecked his lips. 

The blonde was shocked, thrown off even. The action was enough to get him to back away, the back of his hand covering his mouth. Edward only smirked, finding Anthony’s bright red face and confused green eyes that searched him, humorous.

“E-Ed what the hell! W-why did you do that.” The brunette only looked quizcally, the smirk on his lips not falling.

“Did you not like it?” Slowly the hand covering Anthony’s mouth lowered, his eyes looking anywhere that wasn’t Edward. 

“.......I did.” He said quietly, almost too quiet to hear. Almost. 

Edward stepped closer once more, leaned down again but stopped just an inch from Anthony’s lips. He smiled softly, and Anthony kept his eyes away even though he could feel Edwards breaths on his cheek. As he felt the others hand come up to cup his cheek he found his eyes tracing back to the brunette. Those large green doe eyes stared up into brown. 

Anthony leaned up pressing his lips against Edwards and grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. Edward only tilted his head, locking his free arm around Anthony’s hips. 

Time seemingly stopped for just those few minutes. And for once, Anthony felt safe and warm. 

And then that moment was over. 

The loud banging at the door and failed attempt to open it brought the young pair back to reality causing the brunette to quickly pull away. Angel looked up at him alarmed as he moved over to the window quickly opening it, ignoring the angry italian behind the door. He sat perched on the window ciel, the jump down wouldn’t hurt too much as long as he landed in the bushes. 

He looked over to Anthony and reached his hand out. “Anthony come with me.” The blonde looked at the offered hand and slowly shook his head. “I can’t Ed...my sister. A-and what about your mom..” Edward frowned deepened as he sighed. 

He leaned forward, cupping Anthony’s face and kissing him gently one last time. It was short this time, but sweet. He stared into those bright green eyes resting his forehead against the others. “....Goodbye, Anthony.” 

Anthony’s eyes become glossy once more, he couldn’t help but sniffle once again. “Goodbye Edward..” he hoarse words came, and they were the last things the brunette heard before tearing himself away and jumping from the window. 

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          “Wow that sounds like a childhood love story.” The blonde-haired girl said from Angel’s bed. He sighed leaning against his dresser. He took another hit from his joint, his eyes staring out the window and into the city of New York. 

“Eh it was probably the heat of the moment.” The women hummed. 

“Your an adult now, why not just move back to New Orleans and go lookin’ for him?” Angel shook his head taking another long drag from the joint, this time letting stay in for a second before blowing it out. The smoke filled the room, not that it bothered the women.

“That was 10 years ago Cherri, he’s probably long gone by now. An I don’t even remember his address let alone where he lived in New Orleans.” She laid down on his bed. “Plus I can’t. Just cause I got my own place don’t mean pa ain’t got his hooks in me still.” She frowned.

“Well, who knows...maybe you’ll meet him again someday. Loves got a way y’know?” Angel looked into the mirror, he’d grown up his features matured..freckles not as visible anymore. But most importantly, his eyes didn’t sparkle a bright green like they had back then. Sometimes he wondered if that kiss really happened, or if it was all just his imagination. Trying to make something good of a sad memory. Wanting to kiss the guy he’d developed a crush on. 

Did it ever happen...or was it simply a false memory?

“Yeah….I hope so.”

But he wouldn’t get his hopes up. 

He knew better.

He suppressed a sign as he leaned over and switched on the radio. He wanted to listen to something while he did his make up. 

“Good morning all you listeners! Today is quite a lovely day yes indeed! A pleasure to have you all listening once again. I shall be your host for today, Alastor haha! Now let us see what dreadful things are to be had today in the city of New York!” 

Angel frowned only listening to that broadcast in the background..

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…..Maybe they’d meet again someday.