#i simultaneously wanna be them and give them a little forehead kiss

[a-cryptid-called-magetha]

YALL.

[ddejavvu]

I have an idea: Shy reader is caught by Tyler Owen’s watching fancams someone made about his recent livestream chasing tornados. She’s dying; his ego is about to explode when he realizes she actively sought out the content.

Ain't No Love in Oklahoma - Tyler Owens x Reader

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You'd hoped that by acting nonchalant, leaving your speakers on a reasonable volume while nondescript country music played, you'd avoid Tyler's impulses to peer at your screen. He never does it out of suspicion, but the two of you practically share phones at this rate. If his is charging, he'll join you in scrolling on yours. If he's driving, you'll watch movies on his phone while simultaneously feeding him directions from the gps.

Unfortunately, you should have vetted the videos before watching them, and the familiar song catches Tyler's attention where he's lounging on the couch opposite you.

"You listenin' to my music, cutie?" He perks up, already displacing himself from his comfy sprawl, "Lemme see."

"What-? No," You shake your head, pausing the video, "It was nothing. Just a video I scrolled past."

"I wanna see it," He urges, invading your space and worming his way between you and the couch, careful to catch you when he nudges you towards the edge, "I like that song, I wanna know what it was."

"I lost it." You insist, exiting the app on your phone, "I'm on a different video now."

"Just scroll back up!" He scoffs, and you're clearly not being as nonchalant as you wanted to be, "C'mon, darlin', be nice to me and let me listen to my music."

"It's nothing, Tyler!" You shriek, but he's got a hold of your phone now, and he's easily maneuvering into your last used app to find himself staring at- well, himself.

'Ain't No Love in Oklahoma' blares through your phone speakers once more as videos of Tyler flash across the screen, various fan-captured shots of him grinning, whooping, winking, and flexing his muscles beneath his tight shirts. It's a fan edit, something perfectly ordinary to be watching, but the fact that the subject of the edit has caught you watching it leaves you in an inescapable state of embarrassment.

"Tyler, give it back," You whine, and you wish it wasn't petulant, but it is. It's pathetic, it's desperate, and bereft of any dignity.

"You're watchin' thirst traps of me," He realizes gleefully, your phone glued to his large hand when you try prying it out of his hand, "You searched for 'em, and you're all cuddled up on the couch watchin' sexy little videos of me, and you've got the real thing right here!"

"Tyler!" You cry, now prying at his arms in hope the sharp scratch of your nails will persuade him to give you your phone back, "Stop teasing me, give it back!"

"I'm not teasing you!" He lies, hooking his arm around your neck, not to choke you but to pin you close to him and stop your squirming, "Relax, sweetheart, I just think it's cute. I'm right here and you're watchin' videos of me wink instead of talking to me."

"The real you isn't all muscle-flexing and winks," You grumble, attempting to squirm out of his hold with cheeks warm from embarrassment, "You're a dirty, rotten bully."

"Oh, stop it," He swats a hand against your side, pressing a kiss to your forehead that you're fairly certain is flushed as well, "I'm not bullying you. I think it's sweet, honey. I'd pose for you, y'know?" He watches the video replay, clocks the way that his muscles tense and tone against the tight sleeves of his tee, "I can get dressed up all rugged and sexy, and you can take videos of me. Think about how popular your videos would be! You've got never-before-seen footage, darlin'."

"I'm not making thirst edits of you," You whine, succumbing to his iron-grip on you and settling into his chest to hide instead of struggling, "I'm never looking you in the eyes again."

"That ain't true," He pulls your chin up easily from where you're digging it into his chest, eyes stern but fond, "You don't ever have to be embarrassed around me. If people made cute little fan edits of you, I'd make 'em my phone background, baby."

[milkzoro]

humping turned to fucking. who woulda guessed.

t. Law

- clit overstim* creampie* consensual*

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he was in the perfect position; beneath you on the living room couch, and in between your thighs. you arched your back and grinded up and down, losing yourself in the feeling of almost catching your release against his clothed cock.

soft whimpers left your lips, taking your time with all of your rhythms and motions as you rode him.

he pulled you against him eagerly, probably leaving more than a few fingerprint-sized bruises across your skin. law cared nonetheless, just as long as he could get you close.

his hips tried to fuck into you, but the fabrics containing him prevented it. you could feel him grow restless and become annoyed at the fact that you were moving a little too slow for his liking.

“please— can i fuck you?” he blurted out. the long fingers you knew all too well tugged on your panties as their owner waited for you to answer. “i’m gunna cum if you don’t stop.”

his pleas were cute.

“wanna fuck you so bad, y/n.”

“can i?” …

his eyes turned dark as soon as you allowed him to have more. you slipped off your panties and so desperately needed him to stretch you out. the cold slick of his precum met with your warmth sending shivers across your skin.

he was buried inside you. gifting you lots of deep strokes with his forehead pressed against yours, panting pretty little things like,

… ‘you’re mine.’ … ‘fuck.’ … ‘all mine.’ …

repeatedly.

in the midst of it all, you took his hand in a soft grip and guided them around the tight seal of his cock stretching you out. your fingers remained on top of his, dragging them around slightly to collect the mix of your juices.

curiosity struck his face as he slowed down his rhythms a little, but your pretty expressions made him realize what he was lacking.

you led his fingers to where you needed them the most and your breath shuddered, “i wanna feel it here, law.” your fingers lifted off his, leaving them delicately around your aching little bud.

he mimicked your actions, still hitting you deep but now with the added stimulation to you clit. you couldn’t help but expose yourself more for him.

“law! r-right there…”

you lifted your hips up slightly off the couch for a better angle and immediately you were getting washed with your orgasm. “i’m gonna cum!!! c-CUMMING!!♡”

“shit. me too baby. gimme one more, okay?” he quickly cut you off, groaning and whining feeling the insides of your cunt. his fingers wouldn’t leave your clit as he continued to fuck you into the cushions.

“lawwww-” you cried, feeling too blissed out from all the excess attention he was giving your pussy. a second wave of pleasure was quickly building inside of you. the once cold room was now hot, sticky, and littered with your filthy sounds.

“god, you’ve got such a perfect pussy baby. i’m gonna fill you, okay? cum for me y/n, again.” he demanded.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your legs trembled under him, but only a small nod and incoherent nonsense was all that you could give to let him know you would do as he said.

“that’s it, fuckkkkk fuck…..”

as you let go, you kept him has close as you could. immersing yourself in his strong grip and musky sent. simultaneously, you felt his cock spurt inside of you, flooding you with warm sperm.

a kiss to your cheek and forehead came quickly after. followed by an, “i love you.” and many cuddles back on the couch.

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*lowkey unfinished but hey i made it to wano 🙏🏻

[matchadobo]

👋 for the 3rd dialogue of hurt to comfort, can you write it like when y/n is insecure about themself and they don't feel comfortable enough to sleep 🔞 with Kid (IYKYK 😉). i really like how you write hurt to comfort 💙 thank you, cha!

wc: 1793

dialogue: "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."

warning/s: semi-nsfw (bc there's no p in v)🔞, lotsa foreplay, established bf/gf, virgin reader, fem reader, soft but k1nky kidd ;)

you and kidd have been together for a while now but you still hadn't open up the sex talk with him. but that's because of two things: you're a virgin and you're insecure about it. he had never really pressured you into doing it. if anything, he's been nothing but so respectful about it.

but when make outs get too heated and you two badly needed to destress that one time, it all boiled down to you on the verge of having a panic attack.

"hey, it's alright." despite his usually coarse approach, his tone was gentle as he held your face in his hands. "i kinda went too far. my bad, bonnie. we can stop 'ere, yeah?" he ruffled your hair to apologize.

moments ago, he subconsciously clipped your bra off and then your breasts came loose. you then consequently squealed and pulled away.

"n-no, you shouldn't have to." you said through shaky breaths, disheveled locks, and swollen lips. "i'm sorry, kidd. you probably think you're the unluckiest man in the world with a girlfriend like this." you covered your face, fighting off your tears as you tried getting off his lap. but he fixed you in place and yanked your hands off your face so he could look at you properly.

"hey. oi look at me." kidd started. "piss off with that crap. we talked about this. we're fuckin' if you wanna. and you know, i like it this way. somethin' new, right? 's like a challenge and i'm no loser." he poked your chin playfully. you know he was just trying to lighten up the mood but you already feel so bad depriving him of this.

"no but, what about you? you're... hard." you two looked over his boner. you were sat on his lap so you could see it very well.

"what do you wanna do then?" kidd's tone was mischevious and you already knew why. you were silent. kidd held up his laugh but gave up immediately. "...i'm just kiddin'. we can do somethin-"

"no!"

"now you're just confusin' the hell out of me."

"i'm insecure about how i look. i-i think i won't look good when i'm all... naked before you. i just don't think i'd make you feel good because you won't like how my body will looks." you looked away, trying to find the right words because you felt really small and embarrassed talking about this.

kidd blankly stared at you before bursting into laughter. he couldn't breathe really, it's all so fucking crazy to him all he could do was laugh.

"is that all?" he asks, holding your hand after and placing it above his boner. "cuz this is what you do to me, bonnie. if you would just know how i think about you, how i fuckin' fantasize each night about you, it's criminal." he watched how shaky your eyes got, not taking his eyes off of you as he palmed himself with your hand simultaneous with his words.

"k-kidd i..."

"and i've been waitin', for a damn long time for you to say it. to say you want it. you want to do it with me." he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his firm grip remained in yours as he continued with his filthy act using your hand.

"everytime i look at you with your cute little skirts, when you wear clothes around me that show a little too much skin, or when you become a little too needy during kisses." he started giving you kisses up to your neck, precarious on where your quickening pulse resides.

"hell even when you wear these ragged shirts, i lust over you." kidd pulled away and chuckled to himself, he soon met your eyes with a dark haze on them. "and you're worried about shit like that? insecure about what? i don't fuckin' get it. did you forget why i had a crush on you?"

you blinked at him, cheeks so hot you had to fan yourself. "i-i don't know i gained some weight lately, w-would you still like that?" you kept your head down, fumbling with the hem of your shirt. "i don't love it, okay? you might be getting annoyed but the truth is, i'm really scared of how you'll react. i don't want to disappoint you."

kidd sighed. running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. he's not annoyed at you or anything. he's frustrated that you still feel like this even if he sees you as a fucking goddess. he doesn't wanna force you onto it, he wants to do it with you on your own volition. he's fine taking care of it, he's got a pretty wild imagination.

but it doesn't sit right with kidd that you feel like shit when he can do something perfectly well about it. it just rides on you if you'll push through.

"show it to me." kidd blurted out, leaning back with his arms. "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."

you were a bit confused but your heart wasn't. it's as if kidd always knows what to say to make you feel this way.

"hm? cmon, i don't like waitin'." kidd raised a brow to see you still frozen. "or do you want me to do it for you?"

"e-eh? what- hey!" kidd wasted no time carrying you bridal style out of his lap and headed to the other side of his room where a wall mirror resides. he finally placed you down for you to stand up.

"just gimme a squeal if you wanna stop, otherwise i'd keep going." kidd stood behind you, reaching over to hold the hem of your shirt on both hands before raising it. when he exposed your torso you immediately pulled his arm back down.

"k-kidd?! what the fuck?!"

"i wanna do somethin' about that insecurity of yours, trust me on this. do you trust me?"

you looked at him with shaky eyes, but he just smiled at you. knowing you'd agree. so you took a deep breath and trusted him, like you always had.

kidd had always shown you the world. the amount of hesitance you had matched the daringness he had. it was perfect really, you prevent him from getting too carried away and he prevents you from missing out on having fun. so whatever he had planned right now, it would be scary for you but kidd wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you.

kidd began pulling your shirt over your head, tossing your shirt somewhere in his room afterward. you felt cold and small. his hands warmed you up as he roamed the expanse of your shoulders, sweeping off your hair to the other side so he could plant kisses on one side your neck.

"tell me when to stop." he said in assurance, sparing you one glance in the mirror before sucking on the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

his hands soon explored the surface of your stomach, playfully squeezing the flesh on it before crawling up precariously on your breasts. he gave you a look at the mirror, gauging any discomfort you may have. but you seem to be enjoying it, it's just that you were keeping it in with the way you lean onto him as you melt in his touch and the evident and embarrasing flush of your cheeks.

"do it," you were somewhat eager, as he teased his fingertips on the wire underneath your bra. both of you watching each other on the mirror. kidd grinned, pulling down your bra pads and squeezing onto your mounds.

"this? this makes you insecure? look at yourself, bonnie." he said with one hand playing with your breasts while the other had a firm grip on your hips, tinted fingernails digging on your pelvis. "you're fuckin' beautiful."

you mewled at him, looking up at him as your knees felt like jelly. but kidd wanted you to not look at him, he wants you to look at you. how you're melting as he strips you and makes you look at yourself. he held your jaw and he positioned it so you're staring at yourself in the mirror.

"mm-mm, you've been way too busy lookin' at me, princess. focus on yourself." his firm grip on the expanse of your jaw and neck had your breath constricted while his other hand was busy teasing his fingers on your clothed, sensitive cunt. "look at yourself while i make you feel fuckin' good." he barked out as if almost an order.

you squirmed, feeling overwhelmed with the fact that kidd's got you figured out in the right places. as you look at yourself, you got even more turned on with how he's handling you perfectly well even if it's your first time together.

"i-it does~ it feels so g-good, baby." you mustered out with pants, trying to hold onto both of kidd's arms but your grip was way to weak.

"aye. i want you to see yourself the way i see you. always so damn hot." kidd squeezed onto your bum, biting your earlobe as he maintained eye contact with you by the mirror.

"but let me tell you somethin' because from here on, i might lose control of myself when i take those pretty fuckin' panties off." kidd stopped palming your cunt, and instead returned to rest around your waist. he appears to have a penchant for stroking your stomach. "i already know you're soakin' in there and i know you can feel how hard i am."

you nodded. he was still on his boxers yet it kept poking your back, sliding down your bum. it made you sweat to imagine how big he really is, because you know he is. you've seen the bulge of it when he wears leather, or just his boxers, or when he gets hard. and kidd is a big man, there's no denying how much he strays further away from the average.

"...if you're asking if i want to keep going. i do, baby." you turned your head to the side to look at him, really tell him that you're serious and this is your choice. "i'm sorry this scared me so much, it's fucking ridiculous." you laughed to yourself. "but if it's my first time, i wouldn't want it any other way than to do it with you. i mean, you did all this poetic shit just for me to wake the fuck up or something. so do it, don't hold back. i didn't date a vanilla, did i?"

"aye."

you kinda regret telling him to not hold back and provoke him with that vanilla joke. he took it way too personally and you suffered the consequences.

thank you sm for the request anon! 🌷

this was actually pretty fun to write! i somehow had it right off the bat as soon as i read the request, it just took so long bc of the previous requests that piled up 😭 i think this is very canon of modern kidd to do heheheheh🥵

it's currently new years' eve in ph! happy new year my loves! thank you for the support always 🌷 hope everyone has a great start to the new year 🫶

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[whore4abby]

sunshine; abby anderson

summary; abby gives her farmgirl a little afternoon delight

warnings; smut - fingering, oral, dirty talk, mdni

an; first post so scared omg. tell me what u think !!!

wc; 0.4k

a warm breeze danced through the farm, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and freshly baked bread as abby sits on the porch watching the sun slowly begin to set, her face lighting up when she sees you come wandering in from the fields, getting up from her seat to greet you.

abby’s eyes soften as she looks down at you, giving your forehead a small kiss. planning on spending the evening watching the sunlight flicker off the gentle waves of the nearby creek. savoring each other's company.

“where ya been, sunshine?”

you smile up at her shyly and speak softly. “i was just wandering….”

abby looks down at you and notices how flustered you seem to be. she smiles warmly and leans in to give a soft kiss on your forehead.

your face heats up as abby chuckles to herself softly, her eyes flickering up to meet your gaze, before slipping her arms around your waist, her fingers tracing the soft fabric of your sundress. abby presses her lips against yours in a sweet kiss, her hand lingering on the small of your back.

”i’ve got an idea, sweetheart…” her voice is low and raspy, abby slowly trails her hands past your hips and down onto your ass.

”maybe we should take this inside...”? you slowly nod your head, unable to form a coherent thought as you stare up at abby. abby scoops you up in her arms, and carries you through the farmhouse and into your bedroom where she lays you down on the soft bed, the sheets rusting softly under you.

you’re practically in a trance as you watch her get onto her knees in front of you, pushing your dress above your hips and starting to pull down your lacy panties. she throws them across the room and smirks up at you. you giggle and rest your head back against the plush pillows as abby slowly traces her index fingertip through your wet folds.

“mmhh….you feel how wet you are….?” abby teases, slowing dragging her finger up to your clit, circling it gently as she watches you cover up your face in embarrassment. she reaches her freehand up and swats your arm away.

“nuh uh….wanna see that pretty face….” she whispers and moves back down to dip her finger into your cunt, smirking as she feels you clench slightly around her.

you whine, trying to grind your hips into her hand. “please….”

abby gives in a pushes her finger in all the way up to her knuckle, she pulls it almost fully out before adding a second, pumping them in and out steadily.

“abby….oh my god-” you whisper breathlessly, reaching a hand out to grab onto her bicep, your nails digging in ever so slightly. abby continues to stretch you out with two of her thick fingers, obscene noises filling the room and causing you to blush.

your back arches up into her as you buck your hips up against her calloused hands. abby notices this and moves her free hand to your lower tummy, holding you down with just enough force to stop you from squirming. abby smiles slyly as you finally stop wriggling. “good girl…”

you whimper pathetically at the nickname before gasping as she leans forward to attach her lips to your clit. abby suckles at your sensitive clit whilst simultaneously speeding up the movement of her fingers, curling them up in a way that has you almost screaming.

“oh fuck….abs….nngggh” you babble, almost incoherently as she moves her fingers faster, her tongue flicking against your clit hungrily, before going back to your slit and slurping up your sticky juices. she moans happily, the vibrations causing you to cry out as your legs shake a little.

abby pulls away momentarily to smile at you teasingly. “you wanna cum, huh….?”

you nod your head erratically, as you let out a string of muddled up words. “mhm….! cum…gonna cum….” abby chuckles wickedly before going back to licking at your clit to push you over the edge.

you cry out as you cum, your hand moving from her bicep to the back of abby’s head as you ride out your high, subtly grinding down onto her tongue as she happily laps up at your weeping slit. after a couple seconds, your hand drops from the back of her head as you slump back on the bed. abby pulls her fingers out gently, bringing them up to her mouth and sucking on them vulgarly as she holds eye contact with you “mmm…”

you giggle as you watch her clean up every drop of cum. “cmere, your chins wet….” you reach out to swipe your thumb across the bottom of her chin gently, smiling at her, your face flushed and lips parted.

“how about we clean you up first, huh….?” abby laughs and grabs your hand, pulling you off towards the bathroom.

a/n; also gonna give creds to @zombholic my tumblr bestie !!!! she helped me a little with this !!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🍦

[karlachismylife]

I have four fresh asks in my inbox that all bring me immense joy and I wanna give all four quite lengthy answers, so asking for a lil bit of patience from my beautful anons, the brain juice is juicing (is this an appropriate thing to say considering that two out of four are piss-related? i dunno) 🙏🏼 I am once again sleepy for god knows what reason so I came here to ramble sleepily. Surprisingly no unhinged feral thoughts tonight.

Just Karlach, Soap and Ghost. Probably from the anarchist!Karlach au, but far, far down the line, when everything between them is finally resolved and their little weird and unlikely family is together.

Holy shit it somehow became a oneshot.

All The Leaves Are Brown

(Title from "California Dreamin'" by Hi Standard)

Dingy little apartment, messy and a tad bit unlivable, smelling like petrol, paint and cigarette smoke, partially stripped of furniture, half-painted murals on just recently plastered walls, window frames old and frail, letting draft in. It's okay, though, it's not that far into the autumn cold yet, so no need to whip out whatever hermetic paste they decided to try this year.

Just a little bit chilly.

Chilly isn't a problem for them. Not when both Karlach and Soap are living, breathing furnaces, tank tops and matching boxer briefs letting the heat evaporate from the big surface of their naked skin. And there is plenty of heat as they laze about on the old couch, casing coming apart in the most rubbed on places, pillows dipping almost down to the floor, a single spring trying to bite into Karlach's ass as she sits there, Johnny perched on her thick thigh with his hands running up her stomach, the fabric of her loose top bunching up over his wrists.

They're just kissing, slow, sloppy, sensual makeout, puffy and sensitive - they've been going at it for quite some time already - lips catching onto each other. Johnny catches Karlach's lower lip ring between his, tugs carefully, gliding his tongue over the steel piercing and further into her mouth - only for it to be caught by the tiefling, sucked on and melted in the clove aftertaste of the pretentious black-wrapper cigarettes she spoils herself with.

Pulling back a bit, he slurps the excessive drool loudly, as if he was offered a really sweet caramel candy, causing them both to giggle, Karlach's nose wrinkling irresistibly. Johnny kisses those wrinkles with his wet lips, then brushes them against the snake bites piercings at the corners of her mouth, touches her little eyebrow ring and finally presses a soft, barely audible "chu" to her forehead, rendering Karlach completely soft and peaceful, yellow cat eyes fluttering close and her big palms coming to rest on the small of his back, not even noticing that it makes the hem of his tank top ride up just like hers.

"Tryna heat up the place, are ya?" Low chuckle startles them just a little bit - after a certain amount of time you just come to terms with living a literal ghost, able to move silently even when the ancient floorboards of the cheap apartment creak even under cockroaches' tiny little feet. Simon's quiet appearance still elicits simultaneous "fuck"s from his two warm sunshines, and he looks pleased with himself as he detaches himself from the wall he was leaning on for god knows how long. Watching them. Soaking in their love he had to learn to accept.

"Aya, dinnae want ye tae freeze yer auld bones, LT." Soap grins at him, sliding off Karlach's thigh onto the couch that immediately lets out the most pitiful and drawn out plea for mercy a piece of furniture is capable of. Karlach next to him crinkles her nose again and slaps her bare thigh in a more than clear invitation.

"Come on, soldier. We missed you."

Something buried, rotten and probably almost dead flutters in Simon's chest at this simple, fearlessly sincere and thus invincible in its vulnerability admission. He thinks everyone in the room can hear the disgusting sound of raw meat, chopped up and disfigured, fed to the worms and rejected even by them, churning in place of his heart - but neither bright-eyed Johnny with a mischievous smirk on his face, nor visibly excited Karlach with her tail twitching and coiling around nothingness on the floor, seem to be turned off by the gloom and darkness that Simon is.

Even after everything he put them through, they are just as eager to have him, if not more.

He comes closer, big, looming shadow, wrapped in all black from head to toe - from the hood of his skeleton hoodie obscuring his eyes to the socks, probably not a pair since he can't find a single matching one after that one time he let Karlach deal with the laundry. Doesn't matter, though, Simon just needs them to be warm, and that they are.

Autumn is his season, season of wet decay and exposed death, but he still barely handles the cold. Winter will be hard.

Two hands grab him at the same time, a considerable effort put into pulling him onto the couch between two buff bodies. Giving in just for the sake of the pleading puppy eyes, Simon carefully lowers himself onto the poor thing barely holding up - and finds himself in a heatwave.

Karlach and Johnny are searing hot as they wrap themselves around him, muscular thighs thrown over his manspread, one leathery tail coiled under his knee, burly arms holding him down by his waist and chest as if he might wrangle himself free and run away.

He would. Just some months ago, he would. Run away and leave scorched ground behind himself, empty shells and shattered hearts.

His, whole, reborn and red-blooded, gives away everything Simon would like to keep to himself, as it pumps like crazy, sending cold, viscous blood to his skin to get warmed up by the external heat of his lovers and come back as red surf washing over the internal organs.

"Should've come to us sooner, mate, you're freezing," rings Karlach's genuine worry in his ear. Booming voice that used to bring some deep-rooted hate from within muffled as Simon watches her grab his hand and shove it under her tank top generously. Her chest is burning hot, like he dipped his hand into boiling water after holding it in ice.

"Stubborn bastart." Soap grumbles into his other ear, lifting Simon's second palm and pressing hot kisses to his scarred knuckles. Black hoodie starts to get hot. "Hiding from us won't fly, LT."

Karlach's fat scar glides under his fingers - she leans closer, careful with her remaining horn, and Ghost half expects her to kiss him like she was kissing Johnny - hungrily and sensually, but instead he gets a soft nose brush and a peck onto the little bump with a scar he has after breaking it how many times.

"Why so shy all of a sudden, lass?" It's a weak attempt to regain control, and Karlach has no one control her. She shushes him with a quick peck to his mangled lips. Then on his cheek. His temple. Split eyebrow. Corner of his eyes.

"Just taking my time to look at you, soldier. And I like what I see." Her smile is blindingly bright and genuine. Simon's ears feel hot - he can't believe he would blush from a single compliment.

Turns out, it's just Johnny breathing open-mouthed breaths onto the tips of his ears to warm him up. Caught in broad daylight, he just snorts with a grin and latches onto Simon's neck, bringing out the shivers. Now that his hand is free from distracted Johnny, Ghost can bury his fingers in the outgrown mohawk and pull, earning an immediate moan and a more eager bite to the neck from his predictable mutt.

"Wanna take this off? We'll keep you warm, Si," Karlach's impatience is too obvious - in the way her tail squeezes his knee tighter and her fingers tug on the hem of the hoodie, urging Ghost to get rid of it.

The thought of shedding his thick cotton hide is cold. But when he does pull it off with a casual tug somewhere behind his scruff and over his head, Simon doesn't even get a chance to shudder, two living heaters plastering themselves over his both sides.

Slowly, without much coordination and with apologetic giggle from Karlach at the sound of suffering furniture, they all lean onto the back of the couch and pull their legs from the floor, tangling them and her tail together.

"Ye good?" Johnny tucks his head into the crook of Ghost's neck, his hot, wet breath hitting his pale collarbone peeking from the T-shirt's collar.

"I'll fix the windows tomorrow, don't worry, soldier. Someone from the commune brought good stuff from the city and promised to share." Simon frees his hand from Karlach's tank top and wraps it around her shoulders, scratching at the base of her broken horn absentmindedly. He would've refused help from her people proudly not so long ago. Nothing he needs from the scum like them.

But that scum is family now. And the windows need fixing. And finally someone is doing or for him, not waiting until he deals with all his problems himself.

Karlach's heart can't beat too fast nowadays, but her ears still twitch and her eyelashes flutter when he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"S'alright, love. I'm already plenty warm."

[justanotherboringwriter]

Short fic, Jimcurlysuke. Got a bigger fic in the works that I intend to split into chapters so that’ll take up most of my time. Anyways, go check out my Mouthwashing recovery! AU RP blog @aftercrashrecovery. Kinda suggestive because they’re my little freaks. Trans! Jimmy because my period started so he has to suffer as well (affectionately).

Jimmy whined as he sat on Daisuke’s lap, acting like a child throwing a tantrum. “Huh?” Daisuke said, confused as he looked up from his phone. Jimmy flopped on top of Daisuke, his head resting beside the younger man’s own head. “What happened?” Daisuke asked, still confused.

“M’ period.” Jimmy grumbled, “Woke up ’n saw blood. Worst way to wake up ever..” He added. Daisuke looked down to his phone, continuing to watch the video. “Must suck.” He replied as he watched the video with a content expression. Jimmy pouted and whined loudly, desperate for attention.

He got up and walked off, making Daisuke look up with a childishly sad frown.

Curly walked in, using forearm crutches alongside his prosthetics to help with balancing during his day–to–day life. He walked to a couch and sat down with a tired sigh and settled his forearm crutches aside, inspecting his prosthetics to make sure they were all on properly.

Ever since he’d gotten the prosthetics, he’d been paranoid about them not being on properly and worried that they’d slide or snap off. It was better than the wheelchair he’d started off with, since it absolutely sucked in his opinion and having arms and legs–And ones that had pads that allowed him to properly feel PLUS were controlled by his mind alone was an absolute miracle sent from above in his mind.

Jimmy walked over to Curly and sat on his lap, pouting like an upset puppy and doing his best puppy–dog eyes. “What’s wrong?” Curly asked. “Woke up ’n my period started this morning..” Jimmy sighed dramatically, “Worst way to wake up...” He added.

The Scottish man wrapped his arms around his partner to comfort him. “Got any cramps?” “Yeah.” Jimmy whined as he nuzzled against him. “And I’m horny.” “That’s, uh...not really anything new, Jimmy–No offense, of course! But y’know..” Curly stuttered, not wanting to upset Jimmy since he knew he was easily upset.

“Yeah but still. It’s worse when you’re bleeding out your and shedding skin from inside your pussy, man. Can I have some kisses?” Jimmy looked off.

Daisuke got up and walked over, sitting beside Curly. “Well, I can give kisses too!” He huffed, “I can give you better kisses than Curly ever could!” He added. Curly reached out and held one of Daisuke’s hands to be able to touch both of his partners simultaneously.

“Let’s not debate on who gives better kisses; we all kiss each other anyways, so why does it matter?” Curly said as he leaned over and gave Daisuke a kiss on the lips. “And besides, at least I have lips again.” He chuckled as Daisuke leaned against him. “Whatever..” Daisuke rolled his eyes, “I still wanna give Jimmy kisses though.” “Go ahead, I won’t stop you.” Daisuke immediately took to peppering Jimmy with loving kisses.

Once he was finished smothering Jimmy, Daisuke sat back. “Y’know, I can also help you with your other issue..” He said seductively with lidded eyes. “I’d ruin you. Stick to the kisses.” Jimmy replied as he kissed Daisuke’s forehead.

Daisuke sighed in disappointment.

“Kisses are still better than nothing.” He smiled softly and leaned forward. “More kisses, please?” He begged with his big brown eyes. Jimmy complied and have him more kisses as Curly nuzzled against the crook of Jimmy’s neck, enjoying the familiar smell of his partner. Daisuke looked over to Curly and leaned in, covering him in kisses.

Curly chuckled, being ticklish.

Jimmy joined Daisuke and covered their partner in kisses as Curly laughed.

[justcallmefox89]

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Nineteen

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

Masterlist

Liam finally faces the consequences of his actions.

Drake and Liam jump, startled by the stranger’s sudden appearance.  They had been so engrossed in their conversation that hadn’t even heard the door to the apartment open.  Deep green eyes study the pair intently as the stranger makes his way towards Callum’s abandoned chair.  He sits back in the chair with fluid grace, neatly straightening his charcoal colored suit and crossing his legs, not a strand of silver hair out of place. 

“Now,” the stranger begins pleasantly as he adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket.  He gaze zeros in on the two younger men, intense and predatory.  “I would like to have a small chat with the two of you about my son.”

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I exit the Uber, expecting to see firetrucks, flashing lights, EMTs, and a parade of pissed off clubgoers.  Instead I see a long line of mildly impatient twenty-somethings waiting for the pair of bouncers at the doors to card them and adorn their hands with a UV stamp so they can enter.

He lied to me?

“Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”  A husky voice floats out from the shadows, quickly followed by a handsome man in a brown leather jacket.

“Wasn’t expecting to be here,” I respond, smiling briefly.  “But Pops text me; said there was an emergency situation here and an owner was needed on-site.”

Jax Matsuo’s brown eyes glitter as he smirks and makes a show of peeking around me to study the semi-orderly line that snakes around the building.  “Well, everything seems to be in order.  You wanna get out of here?”

Someone calls my name, saving me from giving my occasional friend with numerous benefits an awkward answer of why I can’t invite him over to my place and let him fuck me into my mattress like I usually do on Friday nights. 

“Callum!” Donny yells at me from his illegally parked car, motioning for me to come over.

“Another time maybe.”  Jax gives me a brief kiss, then meanders over to the club doors, joining the line of people waiting to be let in.

I jog over to the car, sliding into the passenger seat.  I barely have time to buckle my seatbelt before Donny rockets into the flow of traffic, heading in the direction of our apartment building.

“What’s going on?”

“You never should have left those two in your apartment,” he mutters, simultaneously jerking the wheel hard to the right and flipping off some poor soul in the bike lane.

Spidey senses activate.

“Donny… what’s going on?”

“You father decided to pay your little boyfriends a visit.”

“What the fu-”

“Ioan’s with him.”

Pure fear rockets through me.  “Drive faster!”

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Drake and Liam exchange a worried glance, each one slightly afraid to speak. 

A wheezy laugh catches everyone’s attention as an elderly man saunters out of the kitchen, leaning heavily on a cane, sugar cookie in his free hand.  “Good job, Niall.  Now do your Batman voice and really scare the shite out of these boys.”

“Christ almighty, Da.”  Callum’s father closes his eyes and exhales heavily, massaging his forehead with the tips of his fingers.  “I thought Donny was going to take you home.”

“I decided to come help you instead.”

“So help me and go home, you wrinkled menace to society.”

The old man rolls his eyes and slowly walks to the empty recliner.  “You’ve gotten so tetchy since your last birthday, Niall.  I swear, the closer you get to sixty the crankier you get.”

Liam giggles nervously, but quiets instantly when Niall shoots him a nasty look.  Callum’s grandfather settles into his chair, shifting this way and that until he’s fully comfortable. 

“Go on, son.  Introduce me and then say whatever it is you want to say,” he commands, waving his hand imperiously. 

Niall sighs heavily and tips his head back, closing his eyes and no doubt praying for the patience to keep from throttling his father.  He opens his eyes, emerald gaze falling directly on Liam.  “I’m Niall, Callum’s father.  And this living museum artefact is Callum’s grandfather, Ioan.”

“Nice to meet you,” Drake and Liam mumble in unison. 

“You know, my very first job was in Boston.  At a fish market.  I didn’t move to New York until a few years later,” Ioan suddenly muses, apropos of nothing.  “What is it that you two boys do again?”

“Oh um.”  Liam nervously clears his throat.  “I am the king of Cordonia, Mr. MacKenzie.  Sir.”

“That’s right,” Ioan murmurs, stroking his thumb over his lower lip the way Callum does when he’s thinking.  “You’re the one who made my grandson compete.”

Liam pales.  “It wasn’t…  I mean… I didn’t personally make him compete, no.”

Ioan gazes sharpens and he raises one silver eyebrow.  “Oh?”

“It’s Cordonian tradition,” Liam sputters.  “There are standards one must meet before they can become the spouse of a king and -”

“Are you saying my grandson isn’t up to your standards, young man?”

“My standards and Cordonia’s standards are two separate things, Mr. MacKenzie.  Callum is lovely, but my future spouse must be approved by both the Cordonian council and the public,” Liam rushes to explain, falling directly into Ioan’s trap.

“So you encouraged Callum to play a losing game?”

Liam makes a strangled noise and shoots Drake a look of pure terror, silently begging him to step in.  Drake shrugs, quietly gleeful at Ioan’s interrogation of Liam.

“Drake, isn’t it?  What do you do for work?”  Niall’s green eyes, just a few shades lighter than Callum’s, pierce Drake with their intensity.

“I- um,” Drake falters while Liam hides his snickering behind his hand.

“Yes?” Niall prompts.

“I… help Liam?”

Niall looks unimpressed.  “In what capacity exactly?”

“With- uh… whatever he needs?”  Drake shrugs helplessly.

“So you’re a professional friend then?  Are you paid for your time and services?”

Ioan chuckles.  “Maybe he gets paid the same way you pay Donny for his ‘services’.”

“Da!”  Niall’s voice pitches higher for a moment and a faint pink colors his cheeks, before he scowls and returns his attention to the two young men on the couch.  “Why are you here?”

“Here as in…?” Liam ventures carefully.

Niall’s right eye gives a barely perceptible twitch.  “As in my son’s apartment.  As in the building that I own.  As in this city.  As in this state.  As in this fucking country.  So I repeat myself, which I truly hate to do.  Why.  Are.  You.  Here.”

Liam frowns and straightens his spine, annoyed by the other man’s tone.  “New York is the final stop on my engagement tour.  An international engagement tour.  It’s not as if I picked this city solely because Callum lives here.”

“Any yet…” Ioan murmurs, pointedly gazing around the apartment.  “Here you are.  In Callum’s home.”

“When you’re engaged to someone else.”  Niall’s gaze flicks over Liam, studying him, and he frowns, as if finding the young king lacking.  He glance over at Drake.  “I still don’t quite understand your part in all of this though.”

Drake guiltily avoids Niall’s gaze, picking at a small hole in his jeans.  “Some of this is my fault,” he admits in a small voice.  “I encouraged Callum to meet up with Liam.  To talk.”

Any pretense of civility leaves Niall in that instant.  “I don’t know what either one of you could possibly have to say to my son that has any value at all, and to be frank, I don’t care.  Get out of this apartment.  Go back to Cordonia.  And never speak to Callum again.”

“With all due respect,” Liam begins.

Drake closes his eyes and braces himself for the inevitable fallout that always follows any statement that begins with ‘With all due respect’.”

“Just because you’re his father doesn’t give you any right to dictate who Callum does or does not speak to,” Liam continues indignantly.  “He’s a grown man.  He doesn’t need you to interfere in his personal affairs.”

“And yet you allow your father to interfere in yours,” Ioan murmurs, studying his fingernails.  “I’ve always found hypocrisy so interesting.”

Liam falls silent, red-faced and fuming.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Your Highness,” Niall snarls.  “Callum loves too deeply, cares too much when he shouldn’t care at all.  I’ve seen my son broken before, held him while he cried over some boy.  I watched him go to prison for five years when he was innocent, to protect someone who probably never really loved him.  I was just starting to get my Callum back, my son who used to laugh and joke and come over for Sunday dinners and to watch football.  And then you came along.”

Niall fairly spits the word ‘you’, so intense is his anger.

“A few weeks with you and he comes back to New York a broken shell.  I held my son as he cried over another boy who didn’t deserve him.  Do you have any idea how many nights he cried for you?  Of course you don’t.  You moved on with your life and got engaged as if he never mattered.  My son was barely a blip on your radar.  I had to pick up the pieces you left behind.  I had to coax him to eat when all he would do is lay on that fucking couch and stare at the wall.  I was the one who got him to shower, to get dressed, and go to the therapist I arranged for him to see.  I was the one who encouraged him to start working, to leave this apartment and start interacting with people again.”

Liam’s eyes never leave Niall; he stares at the older man as if he’d been struck, the full implication of how his actions had hurt Callum hitting him for the first time.

“And yet, he’s still in love with you.  He misses you every single day, and you being here is only dragging out his pain.  You’re going to leave him again, go back to your pretty little castle and get married, have children.  And he’s still going to be here.  Alone and mourning the future he should have had with you.  Just leave… quit tormenting him with hope, with thoughts of a future you never intend to give him.”

“I…  I never meant… I…”  Liam looks helplessly to Drake for assistance, to help him explain the rolling turmoil of emotions stealing his words and the air from his lungs.

“Stop. Talking.”  For the first time that night Ioan raises his voice.  “You’re going to leave and never speak to my grandson again.  As far as you’re concerned he no long exists.  You ever attempt to contact him, even once, and I will gut you like the spineless sack of shite you are.”

The old man’s eyes are flinty, the cold, pale blue of them startling in it’s intensity.  Drake has no doubt that he means every word he just said.

“Pops!  Grandda!” 

All four men turn their heads towards the sound of a door slamming and footsteps pounding against the hardwood floor.  Callum skids to a stop in the living room, studying the impromptu gathering warily.

“What’s going on?”

[the-flaming-nightmare]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme! 🧡❤

Here's another snippet from my Daddy!Nolan and Little!Celina fic:

He hurried over to the young woman's side. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and took her face in his hands, unable to hide the wince that twisted his features when he was met with blazing hot skin.

"Celina. Celina, hey. Can you look at me, please?"

He turned her head towards him, finally catching her gaze. She just stared blankly at him for a moment, looking through him rather than at him. Slowly, however, recognition began to return to her eyes.

"Mm, wha'... d... daddy?" Confusion laced her small voice, glassy eyes blinking up at John in a way that simultaneously had his heart melting into a puddle and clenching painfully in his chest.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's me, honey." He gave her a warm, reassuring smile. "Have you been little all day, jellybean?"

Celina slowly shook her head. "N-no, not long. Promise."

"How long have you been feeling sick?"

"Um... since this mornin'."

"How come you didn't call and tell me you weren't feeling well, buttercup?"

"Jus' my ears 'gain. Thought it'd go 'way."

John held back a sigh. "Baby, you know you're supposed to tell me when your ears are acting up. You remember what happened the last time they made you sick."

About two months into their new dynamic, Celina woke up one morning crying of terrible ear pain and running a 102-degree fever. John was familiar with double ear infections (having dealt with a couple of cases with Henry when he was very young), so he made an emergency appointment with her GP that afternoon. The doctor said she was easily susceptible to ear infections, that practically anything could set them off. She needed antibiotics that time, and John didn't doubt she would need them again this time, too. Except the only issue this time around was that Celina wouldn't be able to see her doctor until tomorrow morning.

"I know, I 'member. M'sorry, daddy." The little girl's lip wobbled, eyes filling with tears and almost immediately overflowing down her cheeks. "You mad? Please don' be mad, daddy. M'so sorry!" She choked out around a sob.

John pulled her into his arms, gently shushing her and rubbing a hand up and down her damp back. "I'm not mad, sunshine, I promise. Daddy was just really worried about you."

"Did'n m-mean to," she muttered into his shoulder.

"I know you didn't, honey." John pushed her out of his embrace just far enough for him to meet her teary gaze. "But I need you to promise me that the next time you're not feeling well you'll call me right away. Whether it's your ears or something else entirely, night or day, I want you to call me. Can you promise me that, bumblebee?"

She nodded with a sniffle. "P-promise t'call you nex' time, daddy. M'really s-s-sorry."

"Thank you, baby." John pressed a kiss to her hot, sweaty forehead. "And no more apologies. What matters is that I'm here now and can take care of my sick little bumblebee."

Celina's tears slowed and a small, weak smile turned up her lips.

"Okay, so since we won't be able to go to the doctor's until the morning, daddy's going to give you some ibuprofen for now. That should help keep the pain and fever at bay until then."

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[grimsneverendingfuneral]

Grim, hi! I’ve missed you! I’ve been busy with some sucky real life stuff, but I promise I have not forgotten about you!

I shattered my left wrist which is already annoying as is, but it happened HOURS after I got my cast off on my right arm which was broken. It’s just so annoying ugh. Like, I’m fine of course, just so annoying. Seriously it’s only the kind of luck I could have.

Anyways! You know what time it is, obviously. What was your favourite song this week? Do you wear glasses? And a Rosekiller relation question for ya, what are some of their quirks/bad habits? (e.g.: biting nails, picking at skin, etc. etc. you get the idea) 🎤

OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD MIC ANON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck i was so happy to get this message in my inbox but as i read it my face kinda fell. fuckin hell its been a rough couple of weeks for you. what the hell man. oooohhh i wish i could draw doodles on your cast and tuck you in and give your forehead a kiss. that is an substantial amount of bad luck, for sure, but the way you're going about it says a lot about who you are as a person, which is probably super brave and resilient. i remember when i broke my foot how absolutely simultaneously depressed and delirious i was cause its just so absurd in a way. you find ways to live your life differently, its a whole experience, yknow, living with a cast on or not being able to use one of your limbs. im glad youre okay though but be gentle with yourself cause it does affect our mental health more than we think. give yourself that time to just heal and try not to get too frustrated with yourself. you need time and rest

i hope you're well surrounded or at least i hope you have some support, and im here if you wanna chat. also, im genuinely so shocked and flattered and a little emotional that you would still send me an ask when you just shattered your wrist???? wow. fuck im giving you smooches on the arm. im making you soup im getting things from high places you cant reach im fussing over you like a motherly figure

also im kinda curious (you dont have to answer) but how did this happen?

ok questions. yes. my favourite song this week was this black metal song (im in my winterly black metal phase. happens every january or so) called I Am The Black Wizards by Emperor. its just.... crazy orchestral folkloric screeching overlapping rumbling drums and insane distorted guitars. i just listened to it on repeat while writing and it really inspired the madness in this chapter i just finished. also love listening to it in public with a straight face

i do not wear glasses, no! i have a pair of blue light glasses though that i wear when i write cause im on the computer a lot and i look super sexy in them. i was blessed with very good vision for some reason

and rosekiller quirks!! huh. theres probably a lot. for sure barty vocally stims a lot. i picture him as the guy at the back of the class who makes like annoying ass popping sounds with his mouth or will screech for no reason. he's gotta be humming or inventing new noises at all times. and the thing is about that is that his friends usually like catch onto those noises and will begin to make them as well and it becomes this thing like. his noises make sense and they feel good to make once you start mimicking them. i think he also has an excellent long term memory to the point its scary but his short term memory is fucking ass. like you HAVE to text him to remind him of things or he'll forget. he puts a mug somewhere? forgets it for weeks. has no object permanence so when hes been on his phone for too long he just hides it in a cupboard and completely forgets about it. he's also messy but not dirty. like theres socks everywhere but he scrubs his bathroom for three hours with Pinesol. i could go on and on and on

evan's bad habits are more mental than physical but for some reason i feel like his waking self is completely different from his sleeping self. waking self is very aware of his body language, his posture, the way his face moves, but sleeping him is kicking at your calves, thrashing around, sheets twisted around his legs, his hand finds itself directly in your face and he definitely sleeps in that position where youre on your belly and your leg is up yknow. i think evan is also prone to sighing a lot. he sighs so much and he doesnt notice and its like are you fucking okay?? can you stop sighing like youre a poor victorian woman withering away from broken heart? lastly i think evan does pick at his lip skin but only in private. he doesnt really do stuff in front of others like that. but he will pick it until it feels smooth and its bleeding in three places but at least it feels smooth (i do this)

thank you so much for keeping me updated on your life mic anon i feel very honoured. hope you have a good recovery

[bitchinbarzal]

five more minutes | luke hughes

summary; I liked this song so it’s a song fic!

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Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek

Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink

Mama's on the porch yellin', "Supper's hot, y'all come and get it"

We yelled, "Five more minutes"

“y/n, luke c’mon you too! Dinners getting cold!” Ellen shouted down the yard to the dock where you both sat watching the fish.

“Five more minutes mom!”

“You can come back out after but you’ve gotta eat!” She demanded and the two groaned, standing from their sports and marching up the garden to the table where everyone else waited for them.

“About time, I’m starving!” Jack moaned, finally able to eat his burger.

“Yeah we had to wait for you Lukey and your girlfriend��� Quinn taunted.

Their dad gave both of them a stern look “Knock it off you two, you’re making poor y/n uncomfortable”

You smiled, burger in hand and ketchup smeared on your cheek “It’s okay I’ve got brothers too and they suck also”

The two choked on their food and Jim let out a laugh “She’s funny, I think she’ll fit right in here”

After dinner it was getting dark.

“Mom we’re going down to the dock again!” Luke announced

“I don’t think so you two, it’s late and y/n sweetheart your mom will be wanting you home soon”

“five minutes? Please mom?” Luke begged

“Okay five minutes and I mean it! No chancing it remember you’re still only eight young man” she kissed his forehead and let you go.

At sixteen it was 12:03 standin' at her front door

Katie's dad said midnight, but we needed just a little more

Yellow light flippin' on and off, interruptin' that goodnight kissin'

We wanted five more minutes

“Twelve o’clock you return my daughter Hughes” is what your dad said when luke picked you up for your date.

“Yes sir, twelve o’clock like the past eight years we’ve been friends” he made a playful jab but your dad didn’t laugh

“Well you weren’t dating her then, it’s different criteria now”

Your date was perfect, he’d taken you to the fair and it was just carefree. It was very You.

Luke landed you on the porch at 11:57, before the cut off.

You stood in front of him on the porch, hands cradling his “I had a lot of fun tonight, thanks Lu”

“Anything for my girl” he smiled, brushing the hair from your eyes behind your ears.

You watched his eyes as Luke’s head slowly dipped down and right before he was going to kiss you…

the porch lights began flickering

You both groaned simultaneously

The door opened and your dad mumbled “twelve o three kid, you’re late”

“Five more minutes sir?” He almost begged and you gave a pleading look.

“Fine but I’m deducting ten the next time you take her out!”

At eighteen, turned my helmet in and walked to the fifty-yard line

Just the coach and me after we lost eighteen to nine

And I cried, "Man, next time to get in here, I'll have to buy a ticket

Can't you give me five more minutes?"

They had returned from Florida, unsuccessful once again.

Everyone was moping around and making calls — the calls. Mackie and Duke never even left Florida, Luke and Eddy had to pack their stuff in a box and ship it out to Florida.

Luke found himself at the brunt end of phone calls from Jack, Nico, the organization. He just wanted to breathe.

He found himself in Yost on a Friday night all alone.

He sat in one of the seats, it felt weird he’d never sat here before.

He stared at the ice thinking of all the memories; his first goal, his team, his first hattrick.

“It’s weird to sit alone in the dark you know?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, turning to see you on the concourse.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had to grab my camera from the media room I’ve got an interview with Mackie tomorrow about signing that I need it for” you explained, sitting in the seat next to him and dropping your head onto his shoulder.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“The next time i wanna get in here, I’ll have to buy a ticket” he mumbled.

“I’ll get you in, media perks and all that” you joked and he chuckled only lightly

“I’m serious y/n, I feel like I wasn’t even in college two seconds now suddenly everyone’s trying to pull me out I just need five more minutes!” He snapped, frustratedly sitting forward.

Your hand rested on his back and you kissed him shoulder “You’ve got all the time in the world baby, I’m here when you’re ready”

He looked up at you, eyes red and strained “Can we have five more minutes?” He looked towards the ice and you nodded.

You both took off downstairs and got on skates before headed off doing calm laps of the ice, hand in hand.

“I wish we were kids in the dock again” Luke grumbles, turning to face you and skate backwards.

You smile “We gotta grow up sometime kid”

The lights turn on and catch both of your attention. Reggie, the cleaning guy stands ice side “you kids gotta go!”

“Five more minutes?” You ask, a soft smile on your face and he shrugs “Only five! And because you’re my favourite!”

please give us five more minutes?

You sobbed and sobbed into his hoodie, gripping onto him for dear life “Baby I’ve gotta go”

“No not yet” you cried.

“You said that last time, I promise you it’s going to be fine” he pulled you away from his body and looked you in the eyes “you’ll be in jersey with me in no time”

You pouted, sniffling “just give me five more minutes”

“My flights boarding” he states, checking his watch.

You lean forward, wrapping your arms around him and sniffling into his chest “I love you Lu, I’m so proud of you”

“I know love, my biggest fan always but I do really have to go” he urges, pulling you away from his body and holding your face.

You lean up and kiss him before mumbling “You’ve got to walk away now Luke because if you don’t I won’t let you go”

“Okay I’m going” with one last kiss

You step back under Mark’s arm watching Luke walk through the airport and begin crying again. Mark rubs up and down your arm “He’ll be great y/n”

“We just needed five more minutes”

[bemylord]

being their girlfriend/dating them

or they're as your boyfriend

character: sukuna, itadori, nanami, satoru, megumi.

warnings: fluff to smut hdc, curse words, kinda rough and soft boys + sukuna.

note: or they're as your boyfriend/dating them

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ

i don't think he'd call it relationship or love. just the bond that binding you're together. he also doesn't talkative a lot, he prefers to show you his feelings in actions.

as long as itadori is searching fingers, you'll exist in his domain, being the slave and queen in one time. he'd praising and teach you new techniques, but also may use your body as he wants it.

praising to the degradation - generally, nothing new. if you had been bad either you did something on purpose, there will be no mercy for your body and throat - the king knows the way to punish you.

the cute thing is when you are exhausted from the little practice sukuna does in his small domain: breath had been taken away and your body is sweating. all you want is a little break to catch your breath. despite his selfish and demolished nature, he gives you some time in his lap to debilitate your sluggish body. your arms are wrapping around sukuna's neck by accident - it may seem he doesn't give a damn about it, but he pulls you by the waist, put your head on his athletic chest, and have you in arms 'till you'll wake up.

'you are too weak, brat, more energy, put more fury on me, or did you forgotten that i'm the fucking king of this world?' he laughed, knocking off your attacks. he's got a god complex and perfection. 'i'm getting stronger each second, sukuna, don't make yourself as a god'

you are the one he lets talk like that. being tremendously gentle with you is hard for him - he still being rough and could inflict damage, although, after pain, the king will take affection aftercare. but don't think he would murmur some sweat stuff in your ears, just spooning you is enough.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

master of the aftercare. sensei of the smooch and teacher of how to cuddle a person. he's good at those things. you never complain of how warm and strong satoru's arms wrapping your waist and his lips are kissing the back of your neck. after rough sex gojo would make an apology with soft kisses all over your figure.

cute fights in the kitchen while cooking. satoru is very needy and sometimes, he could be clingy for your attention, trying to get it whenever he wants to feel your body. even fight doesn't stop him - gojo would fight back and hitting on you.

show everyone that you're taken by him by marks he left on your soft skin last night. satoru would give you an order to dressing a shirt which will show his label on your body - wanna get a punishment? disobey the order; sure, later, you will regret it. however, it will be somewhere in the future, so you do mind disobey him?

whisper on his ear how long you've been craving for his fat dick in your dripping pussy and satoru would stop everything he did later, just to bury his cock deep into you, feeling the outlining of his member in your stomach. it's driving him insane when his fat dick rearranging your insides. no words could describe emotions in his soul when you're scratching his back whilst satoru is doing the pulsative movements inside you. 'does it feel good, kitten, doesn't it? feeling my cock in your little tummy, my god.. put your hand on the lower abs to perceive it' 'satoru~, i-i won't take any longer, give me that~' how could he disobey the order of his little angel?

gojo would degrade you only you've got the bad attitude. at other times - you may hear as he repeats the words 'you're so fucking amazing, kitten' he's hazing at the throbbing feeling in his cock you've been giving him.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ

he's so much loves to play games and dancing with you when he has the time to do that - you'll play all games he bought for those evenings when both of you are playing fools and being kids. he may act like a kid around you, but trust me, he isn't good while railing you.

there's no door named exit while he's eating your out. yuji will apologize for not being close when you want to cuddle him or smack your lips against his. his apologies are mostly his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, stretching your walls, preparing you for the night. he makes sure you're enough dripping for his throbbing cock. it gives me a vibe that he'll overstimulated your little clit only with his tongue.

having you in missionary position, leaving the half-moon on your hips, unquenchably fucking your overdose cunt filled up with your juices. but you know itadori adores when you're squirting on his dick, shuddering while giving the huge release. 'that's right, beautiful, give your daddy all juices you've got' his words make you squirt one more time when he's finishing on your chest. quick series of spanking on your cunt and you're melting definitively by him.

but most of the time, you're both doing silly stuff that bothering megumi a lot. actually, you've got a game 'who's bothered megumi first'. it's fun to watch how he's activating shikigami dogs. you're idiots, although happy idiots.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

daddy issues. daddy vibes and daddy chill. you've got no choice but to obey every order he told you to do. no way to escape and no way not being fucked to him if you did have time to do his tasks. his big and strong hands pulling your hair back, so you arch your back, feeling his breath in your ear. scream as loud as you can, 'till you reach the high note you could - he won't stop it.

sweat aftercare in the shower where nanami is washing your hair for you, also massaging your shoulders and kissing your stomach sort of excuses for being too extremely rough with you. but you knew he won't be soft, the language of his sex life is rough and painful. but the aftercare is worth having bruises the next morning around your neck.

nanami is an obsessive and dominant lover, he would mark you as his baby girl, his property, and the woman he's seeing his future with. even if you've got powerful and strong abilities nanami still doesn't allow you to battle the curse. think whatever you want to - he doesn't like the thought of having your dead body in his arms. he doesn't like the thought his small girl would have injuries from the demon.

nanami will show his love in action rather than words. you've got an unspoken rule to kiss your partner when they're tired of the work or giving a good morning/goodnight kiss. even if you're sleeping, nanami kisses your forehead before going to work. nothing could stop him from the morning kiss. you baked warm goods before he returns from the office or battle tired and having no strength. he fucking loves your baked bun.

after work, you make a warm bath for him, where he can loosen his body, burying his face in your hair. 'sweetie, i love you so much, so-so-so much. with you i can enervate myself and get lost in your smell, wrapping arms around your waist, feeling like it's my private heaven'

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ

i've got a feeling he'd be an overprotective boyfriend. doesn't leave you alone with itadori for the reason he's a vessel for sukuna - don't treat him weird, he trusts itadori, but not sukuna. doesn't like when you interrupting his battle using your abilities because it's making him think about implications.

doesn't show his affection among other students because doesn't like being called a clingy or needy puppy. nevertheless, pulling you closer by your waist to show everyone to fuck away from you. megumi would not hesitate to kiss you with a tongue in front of the students to show them you're taken and your man is crazy.

megumi is more like a homeboy. every time you're alone or having time to spend together, you'll be stuck in his arms 'till you both need to go back to the sorcerer-life. cuddling and smooching are his life - in the bathroom, while you're cooking, watching tv-shows, he's arms around your body, therefore megumi is telling sweet nothings in your ear.

sex life with megumi? complicated question. would be bad and good simultaneously. i still have a thought he'd tied you up and use a flogger on your booty for spanking and preparing your pussy for his dick - it was passed on by his genes [wtf his father omg]. makes you squirt a couple of times, also makes you beg for his fat cock before pull it inside unexpectedly. using a collar with a chain to arch your back 'till it crunches and you moaned because megumi literally choking you.

only god knows how much megumi has kinks for you. how much energy he has to rail you all night and be able to continue that after the sun is illumining the room. 'you're dirty little slut, the rays of the sun in our room, and you still have the energy to squirt' degrading you during coitus and praising you in his muscular arms after.

//~~//

fuck. i was planning to post kuroo x reader x kenma but i deleted my work [by fucking accident i hate myself] that i had been writing since morning. sooo, I'll post it tomorrow. so sorry for the grammar mistake i was writing it on my phone.

[skylar19737]

______________________ Just A Little Longer - RC Series Part 3

WC: 1.0K~ Warnings: Small bit of cursing __________________________________________________

Rehani's POV: After about 15 minutes or so the ear piercing sound of the first bell rang throughout the cafeteria, signaling everyone to head to their home room.

Sighing, I mumble out, "I don't wanna go yet... I just wanna.. um" I can't say that to him out loud, what the hell am I thinking? He's just going to think I'm clingy.

"You just wanna what?" He asks me sweetly. My goodness this man is going to be the death of me. Forget it.

"I just wanna stay here, with you Dove." I answer, trying to hold back a smile when he gives me a wide grin and places small butterfly pecks across my face.

"Aww. You're adorable, and of course we can. For like five more minutes that is." He smiles out.

"That's not long enough." I say, holding his mid section tighter to mine in the process.

"I know sweetheart. How about after your game we go get a ton of snacks and cuddle at my place, yeah?" He whispers into my ear, kissing the shell of it gently after.

"Okay. You have yourself a deal, gorgeous." I say in a soft tone. I put my head against his chest and take a deep breath in,

"Mmm, you smell good." I tell him in a hushed tone.

A deep laugh rumbles throughout his upper body and I smile at the sound. I love his laugh. It never fails to always make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Not only that, but it lets me know that I'm making him happy. That's all I want for him if I'm being honest. "I love you, Reh-" He's then cut off by a familiar victory noise by the one and only.

"Ha ha, in your face! Get some! Wooo!"

"Leigha, baby, please. Chill out."

"Pfft- as if, I refuse to until you admit that you lost to me. Plus, I won the bet so pay up!" She says to him.

The both of them sit down opposite of us and Cole begins to say, "What the hell did you guys even bet on? I already know that it wasn't Kai's idea." 

Kai shakes his head in response while mouthing the words 'help', and plants his face into his lover's neck.

Gently putting her hand in his hair and rubbing softy she says, "Well, the two of us played a game of Jenga... and we decided that the loser would have to do whatever the winner said. And since I won, we are coming to your game today Rei Rei."

I'm honestly not even surprised at this rate. It seems as though they have a different bet going on almost everyday. "Why am I not surprised." Me and Cole deadpan simultaneously. She shrugs her shoulders with a goofy smile and plants a soft kiss to Kai's forehead, causing him to grin and peck her lips in response. My face drops. There's that feeling again... thank god I have this mask on, otherwise I'm sure that Cole would've noticed.

Cole's POV:

"Why am I not surprised." Rehani and I deadpan.

Kai's my best friend and sometimes I feel bad for some of the things Leigha does to him, but I know that she's perfect for him. However, that's not the main concern that I have at the moment, there's something wrong here. Or more specifically, there's something wrong with Rehani. It's like ever since we walked through the doors she's been off. I don't think I did anything considering that she's been cuddled up to me for some time now, but her warmth against me isn't keeping my worrying tendencies away. We normally tell each other everything about anything , but I'm hoping that I didn't make her uncomfortable. Feeling her start to move away I tug her back tight against me, "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" I say in a low and stern voice. Typically, I'm not a super over protective or overly bearing person but sometimes I get nervous, scared even. Scared that maybe one day she'll want to leave me for someone else, scared of the possibility that Rehani never wanted me in the first place, and most importantly, I am utterly terrified that she doesn't love me or never has.

She is my everything, if I lost her I would be devastated, and quite honestly she's the only reason I have to continue living. Before her my life was total chaos. Being a popular kid isn't all that it's cut out to be. Having to put on a different face and personality just to hide what was going on on the inside was exhausting. I used to always try and pretend that I was okay, pretend that I was happy, or that I didn't need help... but eventually all of those bottled up emotions became too much for me to bare, and I started to have suicidal tendencies. At first it was just my depression and anxiety at work, but then I started hurting myself; cutting, burning, biting, hell I even tried drowning myself at one point, but no matter what I did nothing ever seemed to fill that insatiable pit of darkness in my stomach craving for the one thing I thought I couldn't have; love. That was the one and only thing that was missing from my life back then. But thinking back on it now, I guess I could blame all of that on my terrible excuse of a mother, that's a story for another day though. Refocusing on reality, I look at Rehani as she responds. "It's time to go to the locker rooms for gym or we're going to be late. Plus, we get to play volleyball today. As much as I love playing basketball it's nice to have a little break from it every now and then. Come on, let's go." Standing up further she grabs my hand and pulls me up next to her. I smile softly. "Yeah, okay."

Yeah sure, this world can be hell and cruel and do whatever the fuck it wants to, but she makes this life worth it, worth living. Which is just one of the reasons why I am indescribably, indubitably, and unimaginably, in love with her. I love you Rehani, more than anyone or anything. And I can swear that my feelings will stay the same, no matter what happens.

[kkodzvken]

suit up - hawks x f. reader

the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun

notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol

wc: 5.3k

a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe

Beautiful.  

You’re so beautiful.

Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.

You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.

The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.

And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.

In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”

He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”

You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”

He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”

You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.

You love it.

He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”

“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.

“I don’t see you denying it.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”

Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.

You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.

You wanted him. You wanted your husband.

“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.

The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.

But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.

Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.

He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”

He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.

His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.

“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.

He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”

You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.

The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.

It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.

But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.

He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.

You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”

“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.

“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”

You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”

“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm, no thanks.”

You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.

“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”

It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”

“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”

You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.

You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.

You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.

The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”

You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.

You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”

You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”

You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.

His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.

“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”

He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.

His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.

You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!

“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.

“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”

Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.

When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.

“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.

Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”

He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”

“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”

You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.

“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”

His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”

Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.

You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.

“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”

He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.

He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”

His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”

“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”

He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.

He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.

“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”

“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.

Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.

“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.

“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.

You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”

[double-hoe-seven]

Conjugal Visit

Summary: Its time to visit your husband at good old Belle Reve Pairing: Robert DuBois/Bloodsport x Reader Word Count: 1,830 Warning(s): Smut, prison sex(?), allusion to violence and murder. 18+ MINORS DNI (DO NOT INTERACT)

"DuBois, you have a visitor!" One of the guards shouted while he scrubbed the floor. "I'm not in the mood to fight with my daughter and I under no circumstances want to see Waller," he growled. "Well then you're in luck, it's the only other person in your life from the outside," the guard said bored. "What? I'm not ready for a visitor." "Too bad. Let's go." The guard was getting impatient. Reluctantly, Robert got up and followed the man; at least he'd showered that morning. He followed them to one of the private visitation rooms; there you sat, wearing black boots, jeans, and t-shirt, and a midnight blue leather jacket with the black rings on your left hand. "You're a sight for sore eyes, love," he smiled as the guards uncuffed him and repeated their usual warnings before leaving the room, locking the door behind them.

"If I'd known you were coming I might have shaved," he commented as he approached you, pulling you into his embrace with he was close enough. "I don't know, babe, I quite like the beard. It makes you look distinguished," you said with a hum as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. "That's just a polite way of sayin' it makes me look old, innit?" He asked with a stifled chuckle. "Older and handsome, love," you corrected. "Did you come here to just take the piss at me or do you have a better reason?" He teased before leaning down and capturing your lips in a hungry, impassioned kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

A deep groan left him when you gently bit and tugged his bottom lip, smirking up at him. "Needy little thing, ain't ya, love?" He hummed as he tossed your jacket aside, hastily doing the same with your shirt before scooping you up and laying you on the cheap bed in the room. His lips dropped from yours to your neck, leaving a trail of light bite marks in the wake as he trailed his lips down to your chest. "I don't know why you bother wearing bras when you visit me, love, they only get in my way," he chuckled as he unclasped the black lace of your bra, discarding it with a grin. "Because I'd rather not be led through a prison with-" your words were quickly cut off by a surprised moan when he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled the bud as he suckled gently, rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Robert alternated between the hardened peaks until you were a moaning, squirming mess beneath him. Your hips rocked against his needily as a whine escaped you "Robert..." "Use your words, love," he teased with a wicked grin. He chuckled to himself when you only shot him a glare. He unzipped your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down teasingly slowly; he pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down throwing your legs over his shoulders. "I think this might be one of the things I miss most while I'm here, being able to just go down on you whenever the fuck I want," he said in a soft mutter as he ran his thumb along your wet slit. "Trust me, hon, you aren't the only one who misses it," you mumbled. Your back arched with the first swipe of his tongue. Two of his fingers teased your entrance before slowly pushing in as his tongue circled your clit slowly. What started out as slow drags of his fingers and tongue turned into him fucking you with his tongue and fingers, stretching you to prepare for him. He didn't stop until he felt your walls tensing around his digits, when he did he quickly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, a small pleased groan leaving him as he watched you pant softly, a needy hunger in your eyes. He always did love bringing you right to the edge.

He quickly shed himself of his orange prisoner's uniform, taking his member into his hand as he climbed in bed over you. "I'll be outta here soon enough, love, then I'll take you somewhere proper and romantic," he promised before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, followed by a slow sensual kiss to your lips as he slowly pushed his length into you. His hand stroked your cheek when he felt you tense up, your tight warmth stretching to its limits to accommodate him "that's a good pet, takin' my cock so well." You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly while your nails dug into his shoulders.

Each slow drag and push of his hips pulled gentle moans from you. His pace quickly built up and he tightened your legs around him. "Is that the best you can give me, love?" You teased when he settled into a series of long, deep, slow thrusts. "Aw, does my needy little princess want it rough?" He almost cooed in false sympathy while slowing his hips. When you started trying to move your hips against him for any more friction than what he was giving, a small whine escaped you when his hand moved to hold your hips down "use your words, pet. Tell daddy exactly what you want or I'll just keep going slowly until I'm ready to finish." "Want you to fuck me until I leave here with a limp," you managed to say after a minute of trying to steel yourself.

The squeak that left your lips when he suddenly pulled out turned into a loud moan when he slammed back into you, setting a new brutal pace. You angled your hips up some so each thrust brought the head of his member harshly against your g-spot. "Fuck, Robert!" You moaned out louder when his thumb started rubbing fast tight circles on your clit. "That's it, little bird, sing for daddy so this entire fucking shithole can hear," he husked before nibbling and tugging on your ear lobe. "Say my name, Pet. Tell everyone who's you are," he growled, pinching your clit when your only answer was a moan that escaped your slightly parted lips. "Yours, Robert! All yours!" You moaned out, eagerly trying to match his thrusts but finding it harder to keep up with his roughness and brute force.

Soon, Robert sat back on his knees and pulled your hips flush against his with each more forceful thrust managing to hit even deeper places, places that were quickly bringing you closer to the edge. "Fuck, your warm walls are squeezing me so tightly. Play with your clit for me, yeah? I want to see all of you come undone but don't you dare cum until I say," he muttered lazily. He sat up fully and spread your legs a little further apart, transfixed on the sight of his length disappearing into you and coming out with your sweet nectar. You nodded and bit your lip as you traced shapes over your little button. "Good girl," he mumbled, his thrusts getting shorter but quicker, more of a rapid rutting. He smirked when he saw how hard you were trying to hold off "alright, Pet, you can let go." He might've whispered the words but they were clear to you.

As you came, you moaned out a series of curses and his name, your entire being quaking. Groaning as your walls tightened even more, he fell forward over you as he joined you in climax. His body covered yours while his forearms kept his weight off of you, his hips slowly rutting into you as you both came down. He planted a series of soft, languid kisses up your neck and along your jawline before finally kissing you softly, one of his hands coming up to gently brush some loose strands out of your face. Robert carefully maneuvered your bodies so he was laying on his back with you on his chest, his arms around your waist while his index finger absentmindedly traced shapes along your spine. You both laid there in comfortable silence, your rapid breaths slowing down were the only sounds in the room.

"Do you really think you'll be out of here soon, love?" You asked him hopefully, looking up at him with a small frown. "I do, darling. It won't be long before Waller comes with another suicide mission for me to lead," he grumbled before pecking your lips softly "I'll be home with you before you know it though, yeah?" "You promise? I miss waking up to your face between my legs," you joked. "Believe me, love, I miss that too. You always have been my favorite breakfast, or meal in general," a sly smirk crossed his face and he chuckled when you slapped his chest. "You're awful," you joked. "Baby, I'm an assassin, I'm not exactly a role model for anyone. I mean, for fucks sake, I almost killed Superman and if given the job again I'd take it," he said casually. "I know you would baby, maybe this time you'll succeed," you teased with a grin. "Watch it love or I'll have to bend you over my knee," he warned, squeezing your ass with a wicked smirk. "Oh no, please don't sp-" you started saying sarcastically before his hand quickly came down with a loud smack. "Wanna try that attitude again, princess?" He cocked his brow while he waited for your answer, giving you a quick kiss when you didn't say anything else.

Before either of you could react, the buzzer of the door unlocking and opening sounded and a woman walked in. "DuBois, Mrs. DuBois," she greeted flatly, unfazed by your nudity as you tried to cover your bodies with the sheet. "Fuck are you doing here, Waller?" Robert growled. "You have a new mission. And this time your wife's coming along. Isn't that right, Tracker?" She said. "Excuse me?" You and Robert said simultaneously. "That's right. We know about your side gig hunting down people the law let off. If either of you refuses to come on the mission or tries to abandon it, I'll hand over our evidence to the proper authorities. You, my dear, with not only be put in jail but you'll lose your license to practice law. Even if you managed to get it reinstated, nobody will hire a lawyer who knowingly married an assassin, the same one who put Superman in the ICU," Waller explained calmly. "You're threatening my fucking wife?!" Robert shouted as he sprung out of bed and pulled his boxers on. "I'm doing it for the safety of our country and the world," her voice was so eerily calm. "Robert, calm down. If it gets you home sooner, I'll do it," you told him as you sat up, using the bedsheet to cover your modesty. He looked at you like you'd just grown another head, in complete disbelief.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

some soft!bakugou brainrot for the soul:

-he likes when you greet him in the morning. will absolutely roll his eyes and say sum “jesus, idiot, it’s too fuckin’ early for pathetic enthusiam like that” but will also simultaneously get pouty if u dont say hi to him first

-very much a quiet boy when it’s late at night. will just sit back with his eyes half-lidded and head in his hands, giving a little “mhm” to everything you say. you think he’s not listening but when you don’t finish a thought he will, without missing a beat go “the hell? really? gonna talk that much and then not even finish the story?”

-will cook meals that you like but will insist that he likes them too. bakugou is 100% trying to convince you that he made it for himself but the entire extra portion with your favorite toppings implies the opposite

-pays attention to what you’re doing in training, and will not outright tell you if you’re doing well,, but when ur alone he’ll just sorta “you looked less pathetic than last time, dumbass” with a slight smirk as he brushes past you

-likes to bicker,, i mean come on, obviously, but what i mean is that he just looks so weirdly happy when u yell at him (def goes heart eyes but literally do not say a word about it pls)

-goes very soft for hand massages,,, just like, ground ur thumb into the heel of his hand and rub at his knuckles. man’s will melt into wherever he’s sitting and close his eyes

-will absolutely bite your head off if you’re reckless, but then spend the rest of his time trying to think of ways to avoid u ever being in that much danger again

-remembers places you’ve been together very clearly. so like, if y’all wanna revisit some restaurant, bakugou is leading the way and ur just like “??? that was 6 months ago how do u know where you’re going” ,, n he just scoffs and “because i’m the best. now shut up and pay attention we’re about to cross the street”

-is very soft about u wearing his clothes but only when no one else is around to see it. idk contrary to popular belief i actually see him being very flustered by the sight of u in his clothes. so he won’t let u wear anything around others rlly, but when it’s just him??? poor bby is so soft for it. like, v much hiding his red face in your neck and just breathing u in type of soft

-has a specific blanket that he keeps for when u hang out. eventually it starts to smell like you, bc obviously, n he’ll cuddle up with it when you can’t be with him

-adores when you sing to him. 100% doesn’t matter if you’re good or not,, bakugou just likes that you don’t do it in front of anyone else

-likes when you get needlessly angry with him. idk how to explain it,, but just like, if he’s bitching at one of his friends and you back him up, purely bc u like the chaos, bakugou will be totally 🥰 over it. only after he’s done yelling tho

-mans has a thing for praise. he does. we been knew. but he rlly has an even bigger thing for mundane praise, like rlly small things like, “wow your handwriting is so neat” or “omg your room is so clean! you’re so organized!”,,, jus tiny stuff in passing that let’s him kno he’s doing good

-will absolutely not admit it but he 100% prays for lint on his uniform so you’ll brush it off for him. it’s like, a tiny little touch, just enough to sate him, but not so much that it feels like embarrassing pda

-is a sucker for someone he can just sit in silence with. like idk, if y’all noticed it, but he literally has like, nothing to say when he’s not bitching, so if he’s not angry he’ll just be quiet. if u can be quiet with him, in the same space but not talking, bakugou is a very happy boy about it

-he likes to know things about you no one else does,, so if u tell him anything in confidence, literally anything, he’ll keep it secret. 100% every time, no exceptions, will never spill a single detail even if someone is begging him to

-probably demands that u say u love him multiple times before y’all go to sleep. its the only affection he outright asks for so u give in every time

-shares whatever he has with u. just wordlessly will hand u a piece of whatever he’s eating. doesn’t warn u if it’s spicy tho,, bc he’s still a little shit

-sort of just follows you wherever you’re going. like, if u tell him u want to be alone he’ll leave, but otherwise he just kinda assumes he’s meant to follow. most times he’s right

-he is 100% the type to know something is wrong without u having to say it. he prob knows exactly what it is too. lmao like, sure, he’s still totally clueless on how to approach/support you but bakugou is the furthest thing from dumb. he knows,, he just does.

-gets super protective about your things. like, god forbid somebody try to write anything in ur notebook while you’re not paying attention,, bakugou’ll threaten them before their pen even touches the paper

-he likes to tend to your injuries. like, even the rlly minor ones. like, let’s say u get a papercut??? pls mans is grabbing your finger, running it under water, and wrapping a bandaid around it before u even register it. he’ll grumble the whole time like “jesus, dumbass, can’t believe i have to do this.” but rlly he enjoys doing it bc it makes him feel important. like maybe he’s someone heroic to u

-if no one else is around, and there’s a lot of trust established, he’ll prob do whatever u tell him to. now ofc there’s gonna be a lot of complaining, bc it’s bakugou, but he’ll do it

-is a big fan of when you tell him he’s your favorite. pls the man is so see-through ahaha,, u could be like “omg! bakugou! you took out the trash without me asking?? that’s why you’re my favorite!” n all he walks away hearing is “they think im the best. i fucking am the best.”

-he likes to watch you do mundane things. like rlly little, every-day things like brushing your hair or tying your shoes. idk he just thinks your methodical movements are weirdly calming

-is a sucker for forehead kisses. like obvi, only when y’all are alone, but like, press a kiss to his hairline?? suddenly it’s rip angry bakugou, soft bakugou hrs only

-doesn’t rlly initiate touch that much,, but when he does mans is extremely petulant about it. like, if u decide u have something more pressing than him, bakugou is almost immeadiately going “that’s fucking stupid. what you’re doing. you should stop.” n then he’s just poking and prodding and needling at u until u fall into his arms

-shadows you at social gatherings. very guard-dog like from an outsider perspective, but rlly it’s just bc when katsuki says he doesn’t like anyone else, he means it. he’s sticking by you bc you truly are the only one he tolerates

-he secretly rlly likes when u fuss over him. like, when u ask him if he’s sore from training or if he has any injuries. bakugou will brush u off like the absolute bitch that he is, but secretly he’ll be so warm about it. he just likes that u care enough to ask

-he tries very hard to be gentle for u. ofc it pretty much never works bc it’s him, but he’ll still forever be reading romance manga n going “yeah, i bet they’d like that. gonna it do it way better though. im the fucking best, i can do it.”

ahahaaha me?? a bunch of bakugou thoughts?? never, idk what ur on about