#like no i promise you ik damn well how hot x and y are but can we talk about something elae???

[canonically47]

the pain of being an aroace f1 girlie and wanting to complain about how some girls into f1 like to imagine romantic/sexual scenarios with the drivers and all you get recommended are ships or x readers and that repulses you personally but not wanting to come across as some controlling freak who doesn’t understand fandom culture and is a pick-me girl who values herself above other girls

[theyluvlyss]

hi! i was wondering if you could write dating hc's for duncan and courtney (separate) please?

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 !

but unfortunately, I do not currently write for courtney :(. although, I hope you like what I do have written and that it doesn't discourage you from requesting in the future :).

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

you went on this stupid, island, reality show to win $100,000, which could've most definitely changed your life for the better. but instead, you got a delinquent meat-head who had... somehow, earned your heart faster than the cash. "how" and "why" is beyond you. but at least you could come up with a list of some semi-convincing reasons as to such...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x duncan - she/her/hers pronouns

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

season one (total drama island)

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

harsh language/cursing - dangerous elements/themes mentioned - duncan being himself lmao (possibly a little ooc? I apologize if so) - established romantic relationship - casual dominance (cuz ik that can irk some people) - possessive terms (my, his, etc).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

When you applied/auditioned to be on the show, you didn't actually think they'd pick you. It was a stupid dare amongst friends back home! No way would they pick some random girl with no experience or even a resume from (home/town/city).

And then, they did😃.

Next thing you know, you're being flown out to Canada and then dropped off from a yacht on some random, deserted island. Just your luck to apply for a scammy and sketchy reality show rather than what you were promised...

And, to top it all off, your host might as well have been a sociopath, your chef, a psychopath, and you were now forced to spend your time with twenty-two other lunatic teenagers for eight weeks. Eight. Weeks. To be fully and completely clear, you did not want to be here.

How could this get any worse?

Duncan. That's how.

He irked you at first. No, you didn't hate him. He actually had his moments where you found him quite funny with a sarcastic quip he had said or entertaining with some random stunt he pulled.

But other than that...

"I'm not jumping. I miss the safe zone and get eaten alive by sharks, and then what?"

"Oh'ho, you're jumping, sweetheart. I'll be damned if you lose this challenge for us because you're not a strong swimmer."

"That's not what I said. And what're you gonna do? Make me?"

...you were firm on your dislike for him.

Not that the feelings weren't reciprocated, of course. Though he wasn't exactly opposed to eying any pretty girls he happened to come across, he didn't intend to date. He came to win $100,000, just like the rest of them. And though he had grown used to the way your attitude struck any and everyone who tried to manipulate you into doing something you didn't want to do, at least you weren't Courtney, stick shoved up your butt.

Onto the more headcanon-y portion of this list...

I feel like Duncan actually wouldn't be opposed to random hookups or anything like that. But, once he has specific eyes for someone, he treats things as if he's already bagged them (manifesting king😻✨️). And in this case, them is you. He didn't get the hots right away, but after a couple of weeks or so of spending basically all of his time around you (being on the same team and all), he wasn't too surprised upon coming to terms with those feelings.

Not that you could exactly tell, with him running around calling you "sweetheart" and "angel-face" and whatever other petnames he could come up with on the fly. You figured it was just him being...well... Duncan! Not to mention, you weren't exactly all that fond of him.

Did he know that? Yes. Did he care? Ehh. You'd warm up. He'd actually make sure of it because even if the show didn't end with him either winning the money or getting you as a girlfriend, the least he'd accomplish is wooing you.

He's not gonna sacrifice his reputation for that, so he'd have to play it cool. And during the seventh challenge, an opportunity came to light; he'd help you concor your fear! Not only would it win your team the challenge, but it'd be a huge step into winning over your heart. With peering eyes (and cameras around), he was there to be your tough-love.

"Get over it, toots, it's just (your/fear)!!"

"Do not mess this up for us, or I'll guarantee you go home tonight."

"I've been in juvie with worse than this...!"

But, without any evidence to prove it besides your word and a blushing face, he was totally sweet on you.

"C'mere, sweetheart, it ain't that bad. You just need a little warming up to the idea, that's all~."

"The worst that could happen is you'll be called a chicken. It's not like you'll get voted off. Not while I'm here."

"Babe, you are entirely too cool to be skeezed out by (your/fear). We're gonna have to work on that, yeah?"

Him sling-shotting you through such emotions and behavior was intense. But not as much as the way it kept you hooked. And every time you would start to grow fed up, want nothing to do with him, even cuss him out...

Life (Chris McLean) would manage to thrust you two back together. Until, eventually, you got together. I mean, no official labels or anything yet, but god forbid another guy on either team just breathed sultry in your direction (coughCodyprobablycough). Or if you got hurt during a challenge. Or whenever anyone (butmostlikelyHeather) had it out for you.

And in those moments, I think Duncan wouldn't be as good as hiding his infatuation with you. Not that anyone actually had the gall to tease him for it. Besides, he had managed to make his admiration for you look cool. Always muttering a slick, "She wants me." to his guy friends, or smirking at any intimate reaction you'd give him in front of your peers.

All in all, he's a cocky shit. But he made it work in a charming way that you couldn't quite place, and made you wonder why you were even attracted to it/him at all.

And, surprisingly, he could be quite the gentlemen. Rough around the edges, sure, but see if you ever have to hold a door open for yourself or climb down from something without his hand being offered to you ever again.

He even makes sure to censor himself around you! Er- well, tries. If he deems a curse word too heavy for you to hear come flying out of his mouth, it goes a little something like this:

" ...So I rush 'im, right? And then can you believe the motherfucker-...! Sorry, babe. Can you believe this idiot actually tries to shank me?! Wild stuff, man..."

As if he's not already sitting around the campfire telling the most gorey juvie/jail story ever. But nope, the extra heavy cuss words are the stuff that's impolite for your ears🙄✋🏽.

#it'sthethoughtthatcounts♡.

OH!! And casual dominance? Definitely a thing in the relationship. Mainly from him, with a simple, "C'mere, doll." or a motion of the hand/finger over towards him. But let's not lie and say this dude isn't a sucker for the moments you boss him around...

"Duncan, go grab that for me, please?"

"I'm busy-"

"Now."

. . .

No further protest, your item retrieved and dropped into your hands with swiftness, and a light red dust on his face badly hidden under a scowl.

Things would get serious/official if one of you two got voted off of the island, though. If you got voted off, he'd be sure to give you the most profound goodbye he can in the very limited amount of time he has to actually say it. Make it very clear you're his girl, "...for anyone thinkin' about trying to make a move while I'm not around." And, he promises that if he wins, he's coming for you, and you'll run off together with the money. Cliche, but how could you say no?

If he gets voted off, he sticks on a brave face and basically threatens you to win lmao😭. Think of it as very intense encouragement coming from a deep down place of love.

"Babe, you better win this whole shit, 'cuz I'm gonna be rooting for you back home. Need these losers to see that my girl is the shit."

I could probably go on forever, but I don't want to make this too long :')...

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 !!

this is my first post (as in writing/content) ever, so yay me :D ! and for the person that requested, again, I hope you enjoyed this 'cuz it was fun to write ! although I really don't like the title, but I couldn't think of anything better😭...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

none :(

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :

anon <3

𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :

[smutggukk]

Airplane s*x; oneshot 🔞 fluff/smut @smutggukk / @gguksdimpless

“Baby have u packed everything?” “Yes I have” “sure?” “Yes jungkook” you giggle and grab your handbag, and suitcase, heading over to the smiling jungkook.

Today is your 3rd anniversary, and jungkook decided to surprise you with a trip to jeju island (ik cliche but 🤡) you both got in the car, and headed to the airport where the private jet is located. (😏)

Arriving at the private area, I excitedly open the door, ecstatic to enter the jet, you both close the doors of the car, and walk in the jet hand in hand, looking at the interior of the aircraft, you quietly gasp, it looks luxury and expensive (🤑) I’m even scared to touch something in case it breaks.

“Princess, follow me” walking through the slim hallway like path, passing the few seats, you both arrive at the end of the jet, he opens the door and you’re met with a huge master bedroom, this is amazing, damn I’m gonna enjoy the ride.

Jungkook releases a sigh and ruffles his hair, “babe, I need to handle something important, so I’m gonna be out for a few, if you need anything then click this button and someone will come help u, alright?” You pout and nod, feeling sad that you won’t be able to cuddle him, “don’t give me that face, little girl, I promise I’ll be back earlier than u think, I won’t be longer than 30 minutes”

“Okay fine..” you hug his waist, and enjoy the few seconds of his warmth, til he’s back. After sharing a few kisses he heads out, already missing his presence you plop down on the bed, “uugghhhh what now?” Deciding to just get into comfy clothes, you change, wearing his shirt of course.

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Time skip: 1 hour later

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An hour has passed and he isn’t even back, the jet has taken off already, he promised he’ll be back early, and he said he won’t take too long, what can he be doing? Thoughts of leaving the room and looking for him fill up your head, I’ll just go take a walk around.

Wearing a hoodie and socks, I leave the room, already surprised by the beautiful designs, even though you’ve already passed this place you can spot way more details. So many empty seats too, seems like he didn’t want anyone with us, are we perhaps alone together? Because I don’t see anyone.

You arrive at the middle, curtains blocking the other side, before you could pull the curtains, you hear your boyfriend jungkook laugh, also hearing chatting and giggles of a female, you stay still in your spot, is jungkook with a girl? You get bad thoughts, knowing jungkook he would never cheat, I slowly peek to see a bar, filled with drinks and only four people there including the bartender.

Two unknown females, one of them practically flirting with jungkook, while the other is drinking wine, feeling anger rush in you, he ditched you to come drink? Oh I’m gonna show this f*cker what he’s missing.

I march back to the room already having something planned, I’m gonna wear his favorite lingerie, and tease him all night, giggling I put on the red strawberry lingerie, on top of that I put on a silk red robe and little red matte lipstick, I curl my hair a little and smirk knowing he’ll have a hard time tonight.

Laying on the bed on my tummy, I scroll through my socials wondering when he’ll be back, a few minutes later I hear the open, knowing it’s jungkook I sit up and smile sarcastically, “oh how nice of you to join me” he sighs, “sorry princess, I had business to take care of, and then I had to meet up with some people” “oh really?” “Yeah..” he notices you’re fit and smirks, “so what have you been doing since I’ve been gone?”

“Oh nothing much, earlier I called someone because I wanted water, and this guy came handing me water, and he was pretty cute not gonna lie” you innocently smiled and went up to him, wrapping your arms around him, you nose grazes his left cheek as u feel him tense up, “what about u?” You whisper in his ear, he grips your waist and pulls you closer as if you aren’t already.

“I was thinking about u the whole time, I was out” “you were thinking about me? How cute” you let go of him and sit on the edge of the bed leaving him speechless.

“Don’t you think it’s hot here?” You start fanning yourself with you hand, then letting one of the robes sleeves hang down loose so your shoulder and bra strap is visible, he widens his eyes for a sec “then take it off, I don’t mind” he eyes your body, “or I could turn on the ac?“ you smile pecking his cheek, and grabbing the air conditioner remote and turning it on, “baby..”he says serious, pulling your chin so your facing him, “stop teasing me.” “Hm?”

He pulls you into a hungry kiss, his hands roaming around your body until he unties your robe, he smirks into the kiss and gropes your boob, making you lightly gasp, you push him away in need of air, you breath in, hands placed on his chest (tiddies 😏) he observes your body-outfit and licks his lips, “I know you don’t usually wear lingerie, so what happened, princess?”

He crouches down so he’s facing your tummy, he looks up at you waiting for your reply while slowly rubbing your thighs, you remember how that girl was shamelessly flirting with him, while all he did was laugh, did he forget he has a girlfriend?

“Where were you?” You look at him, seriousness displayed across your face, “what do you mean?” “You heard me, where were you? In the bar? With some girl, who was clearly flirting with u! And all you did was just laugh it off?! Jeon you have a f*cking girlfriend! And don’t you dare lie to me because I saw it with my two eyes!..” you take a breath before continuing,

“- do you not love me?? Was I not f*cking enough that you had a girl all up on u?!” You close your eyes feeling the tears build up, you may be overreacting but he could’ve stopped the girl saying he has a girlfriend?

He sits there not expecting you to blow up, his bunny smile shows up on his face, you open your eyes to see him smiling, “jungkook I’m serious, why are you smiling?” “Because..” he brings you into a loving kiss, somehow you kiss back, you feel him giggle into the kiss and furrow you brows pulling away, “jeon” “okay okay sorry I’ll explain” he lifts you up laying on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard as you’re seated on his lap.

“That girl.. that was flirting with me, was clearly drunk and I understand I could’ve ignored her but she’s actually the girlfriend of the person I’m working with, did you maybe see another lady there?” You nod your head still confused, “yeah they are together” “wait what?” “The lady who was flirting with me already has a partner which is the other lady” you widen your eyes, staying silent, oh god, this is so embarrassing..

“um..” you look away and shut your eyes feeling the blush creep up your cheeks, y/n u little shit-

He bursts out into laughter “baby! I would never cheat on you, how dare you think that, and you don’t think I love you?” “No well yeah but... idk” he chuckles and pulls you into another kiss, “do you want me to show you how much I love you?” You smile, staring into his glowy lusty eyes, “yes, please” “come here”

Once again he kisses you, this time with dominance and affection, he flips the both of you so you’re laying under his strong figure, “are you gonna help me remove my clothes darling?” You shyly smile, nodding you unbuckle his belt while he sucks on your collarbone creating love bites, removing all his clothes getting naked.

You eye his body, feeling overwhelmingly needy, “your turn” feeling one of his hand travel up your back to the clip of your bra, and the other pulling your hair back gently, he kisses your jaw while unclipping your bra, which is a huge turn on.

“Mmm...” you moan out closing your eyes I pleasure, “tell me what you want..” he mumbles against your skin sending tingles all over your body, “I want.. you” after begging, he finally decides to give you what you want.

“You want my d*ck in you hm?” “Yes please..!” He chuckles, his raspy voice could already make you orgasm, “spread your legs wide for me” you do as he says, and gasp, feeling his rock hard c*ck in you, making you shut your eyes close and grip onto his biceps, he throws his head back enjoying the way your tight wet walls feel around his d*ck making rock his hips forward after giving you time to adjust.

Pushing himself completely in you making you breathe out a shaky breath and wrap your legs around his waist, he slowly thrusts in, making the pleasure 10x more better, “f-f*ck..” he lets out a breathy moan making you feel things, “f-faster” he repeatedly pushes into you making you curse, he grabs your waist thrusting roughly, hitting you sweet spot.

“OH F*CK, right there! ..hit it again... please” he smirks hitting the spot over and over again making you feel so good, “I’m.. cumming.. oh yeah..” “cum, cum on my d*ck” you cum, feeling sensitive.

He pulls you into a greedy kiss, almost on the verge of cumming, “I love you... baby” he says pecking your lips multiple times, “I- I love you too...shit..” couple more thrusts and he cums right into you, panting he lays on top of you, not completely.

“Shit baby, that was so good..” he kisses your neck, pampering you with soft kisses, making you giggle, after a while of catching our breaths, he pulls out, making me gape, he pulls the cover over us and snuggles closer to me, “love you baby, round 2 in the morning?” He winks at me, “pfft.. maybe?” You both laugh, talking and giggling all night til u fall asleep.

(I changed my username! new theme who dis?)

[taeswurld]

Ace XI: Beautiful and Bashful

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

genre: humor, romance

TW: violence, cursing, angst, fluff

Summary:

Shifting into My Hero was a total mistake, all those tiktoks you watched on a daily about shifting somehow convinced your brain to take part. Now the question is how to wake up, and most importantly, DON’T GET ATTACHED TO STUPID DRAWINGS!

A/N:

Ik, ik. I’m like super duper late. BUT AT LEAST I DID IT. I literally had no motivation and i got into BTS so i’ve been exploring. Also i quit my old stinky job and got a new one. Upgrades people, upgrades! 

{ACE MASTERLIST

After a brief scolding from Aizawa to the boys, the four of you set off to see what other emotions are safe for you to use. 

“I need you to approach each emotion with caution, got it?” Aizawa said sternly. 

“Yeah, yeah. Be emotionally unavailable, I got it.” You said rolling your eyes. 

“I’m serious, I can't have you getting so excited you wipe out half the planet.” He insisted. 

“Yes, I got it, be as cool as a cucumber. Or basically just act like Todo.” You shrugged. 

“What?” He questioned, turning his head slightly. 

“Nevermind, are we free to go?” You asked, looking at Aizawa expectantly. 

“Yes, but the dog stays. Now get out.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Bakugou mutters. 

“Wait, why does he stay? He never leaves my side.” You growl. 

Hiro takes a note of your emotions and quickly pulls a stance to growl at your teacher as well. 

“He stays with me.” You declare angrily. 

“Young Y/N,” All Might begins. “Hiro still need to get run a few tests, plus he’s a bit tired. As soon as we’re done here, we’ll send him straight to your arms.” 

You turn to look at Hiro skeptically, quietly noticing his dirty and matted fur, and the way he looks incredibly strained and tired. As much as you didn’t want to, you had to admit your buddy looked awful. 

You sighed, and gave Hiro a small head gesture to join Aizawa and leave your side for a few hours. 

“He’s in good hands.” All Might reassures. “I promise.” 

Once you all leave the training facility, you look towards the boys. 

“So, what now? Do I just go around hoping someone makes me laugh or cry or something?” You ask. 

“Fuck no, you staying with me until we can figure out that stupid ass emotion of yours that gets your powers outta control.” Bakugou growled.

“Okay, and just how are we going to do that? You seem like you can definitely make me cry, but feeling happiness seems a little unrealistic.” You turn to look at him. 

“Tch, I’ve made you laugh loads of times, stupid extra.” He mutters. 

“Maybe it would be best if the four of us stick together, that way in case your bad emotion does make an appearance, we can get the situation under control quicker and safer.” Midoriya suggests. 

“That seems like a good idea, and that way we can explore all your emotions with you.” Todoroki says, turning to give you a small smile and a little blush on his cheeks, eager at the thought to spend more time with you.  

You smile back at the two of them, grateful to have such good friends with you willing to help you figure this out together as a team. 

However, Bakugou took this little exchange of smiles as a symbol of war, and damn him if he was going to lose to that icy-hot idiot. 

He walks in between the three of you, blocking your figure from the peering eyes. 

“Hey, you’re stupid if you two idiots are going to be the only ones taking care of her. You’ll probably make her end up blowing up the whole human race into extinction. I’m tagging along.” He says, pushing you behind him with his arm gently. 

Busy having a glaring contest with Todoroki, you’re too busy enjoying the little bit of skin on skin contact with his arm to your arm. Your belly starts to do small little flips and you look up to admire Bakugou with small hearts in your eyes. 

But just as you felt your butterflies, you quickly snapped out of it and shook your head. You move from your spot, already missing Bakugou’s arm. Walking forwards, you turn to look at the boys with a little annoyance in your eyes. 

“Well, we aren’t gonna get a feel if you three don’t stop gazing into each other’s eyes. Get a grip, and let’s go feel some emotions!” You shout. 

As all three boys turned to look at you, their stomachs all flip at the sight of your expression, smiling happily, excited at the thought of figuring out your powers. 

Having a small blush of your face from the excitement, with your eyes soft and your figure bouncing around, they all decided from this point onwards, no matter what happens, they’ll do anything and everything in their power to keep that beautiful face of yours smiling like that forever. 

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[seulgiology]

i like the dances i do with you ㅣjung hoseok

pairing: idol!jhope x choreographer!original character

words: 3.2k 

genre: smut

warnings: smut lol, cursing, mature content

a/n: i really apologize but y/n makes me cringe ITS ADMIN 1 !!!! this is my first post and our overall first post for this blog so exciting. i’m new to writing, this is a very lowkey hobby of mine, admin 2 is the writer out of us two, but that doesn’t mean i won’t try lol. also the gif above is just for an extremely loose reference for the jhope down below, ik what he’s wearing there and the setting isn’t the same just bear with me. i’m open to CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and feedback, i generally want to make this blog a good one

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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“Guys, come on, the next part is really easy. All you have to do is-”

“You’ve been saying that for the past 3 hours Jeongyi.” 

“You wouldn't have to say that if Taehyung would stop trying to make Yoongi laugh every 5 seconds.”

“Yoongi needs to smile at somebody that's not Jimin and if it's anybody, it'll be Taehyung”

You let out a breathless chuckle, not even bothering to remove the sweat collecting on your upper lip and baby hairs sticking to your forehead. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you catch a member missing in the specific formation you carefully put together. You survey the idols until you find the suspect.

Your gaze shifted to the spot in the middle where the second main dancer, Jimin should be. You squint your eyes in exasperation when it was empty of him. There's a muffled snicker that catches your ears. Jimin’s dainty hands covered his plush lips, and his brown eyes disappeared into crescent moons as Hoseok continued to whisper in his ear, not realizing that they were interrupting.

“Care to share with the rest of us?” A playful smile graced your lips at the main dancer who jolts from being caught and bumps his forehead into Jimin’s head from being startled. “Hyung…” He whines, followed by murmured curses flying out of the younger's mouth as Hoseok turns sheepish and mutters an apology to him. 

Hoseok then puts his full attention to you, eyes shamelessly raking over your form. The tank that rose and bunched to a cropped state exposed your creamy skin and waist almost as small as the maknae himself. He doesn't care that you watch him look over the fullness of your breast, constricted in the sports bra. His piercing eyes glance at your sweat-covered collarbone and up to your lips.  They lingered there as your tongue darted out to lick their chapped form, and Hoseok couldn't stop his mind running to the dirty thoughts that plagued him. He forced his eyes away from your inviting lips when he felt himself twitch in his sweats and into your eyes that revealed your thick lashes, a knowing glint in your eyes.

You clear your throat and subconsciously rub your thighs together after feeling a slight slickness after being under his scrutinizing gaze. Yet, you continue to wait for an answer from both. When neither of the dancers moves their mouths to respond quickly enough, you say, “Both of you, upfront. Everyone else, you can take a 20-minute break unless I call you back earlier.” 

A mix of thank you and bows from the members cluster around your ears as they either rest against the blindingly white wall and floor as a worker either wipe a rag under their sweat tipped bangs or massages their sore muscles, or slug out of the practice room off to who knows where in the vast building. 

You look them both over, but noticeably keep your eyes on the main dancer a second too long. His white sweats hung tight around his waist, the strings tied for extra measure, and his loose gray tee showed nothing of his body. You vaguely remember Namjoon joking about how the dancer looked like Yoongi due to his simple colored clothes. 

You were about to move on until you reach that tantalizing stare of his, reeling you into his eyes that showed his desire for your body against his. A breath of a chuckle escaped his heart-shaped lips and he looked away while brushing his long fingers through the front of his parted black hair just for it to fall back into his dark eyes. You couldn’t even imagine how bad he wanted to fuck you against the mirror.

“Jimin-ah, you know what? I believe it was Hoseok’s fault over here that you were out of your formation, right?” You look at Jimin, who threw a confused squint at you from beneath his thick fringe before catching on. “Yeah Hobi-Hyung, you distracted me. I can't believe you would do this to me.” The shorter snickered up at the taller. Hoseok guffawed at me and stuttered over his words, the words “unfair,” were all you heard. 

“I’ll take it from here Jimin, you can relax. And drink some water while you're at it,” You smiled at him as he walked away and threw a victorious glance at Hoseok over his shoulder.  “Dwarf,” The older muttered loud enough for the other to hear. “Don’t act like I won't beat your ass, Hyung,” Was followed by the swift click of the door as Jimin ran from the hands of his member.

 “We’re going to dance, starting from the beginning up to the part you just learned,” You said, stopping to his right slightly behind him as were both looking into the mirror. You don't miss his eyebrow cock and the corners of his lips twitch into a smirk at your challenge. “Easy, I can do that.” He was relaxed, ready for an easy request. “Great, if you mess up, I'll have my best bud Seokjin over there hit you anywhere he wants.” You gesture to the male lazily spinning himself in a chair on his phone, mindlessly blowing raspberries through his plump lips. 

“Play the song from the beginning, with a 5-second countdown please,” you say to no one in particular as I ready myself. You see the amusement and mischief in his eyes as he swiftly positions himself behind you, as part of the choreography, close enough for you to feel his hot breath down my neck. “You’re going to dance your parts but I’ll switch between everyone to keep it decent enough, ok?” You whisper to him, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling between your legs.

“Five.” Namjoon’s voice rings out from behind the table.

You role your wrist and take a deep breath in, clenching and releasing your hands.

“Four.”  Jimin and Yoongi walk back into the practice room together, faces flushed as they quietly take a seat next to Namjoon.

You look into Hoseok’s eyes and soon roll them as he winks at you, a suggestive smile playing at his lips.

”Three.”  Jeongguk discreetly places himself against the wall, plucking Jimin behind his head earning him a wince from the older.

You feel Hoseok shift behind you, his front brushing against your ass in the slightest. You let out an almost inaudible whimper, hoping it went through deaf ears. Oh, the things you wish he’d do to you.

“Two.” Taehyung places himself on the edge of the foldable table, his striking eyes never once leaving your figure.

You feel like he's counting slow on purpose. Why are you getting nervous?

“One.” Seokjin lets out a loud "fuck" and wheels himself as fast as he can to the table with the rest.

The sudden sound of Taehyung's deep voice hits my ears as the first verse of "Fake Love" plays and you move your body to the beat.

«10 minutes later»

Well over ten minutes passed and Hoseok managed to get slapped in the ass, thigh, and back. His shirt stuck to his torso and back from his back and faintly painted the outline of his abs. He tried pushing the sweat-dipped hair out of his flushed face but it just smacks against his forehead. He was panting but stood up strong, ready for more.

Suddenly, a manager walked in and informed everyone in the room that practice for the day was over. Everyone but Hoseok and you bounded up before regretting it as their limbs were too sore and stiff from practicing and sitting too long without stretching. You gave Jin a silent chuckle of gratitude and saluted him as he carried a plush RJ in one arm and threw you a kiss in the other. The rest slightly bow towards you and say they'll meet in the van as their manager makes sure Namjoon doesn't trip over his own two feet from exhaustion.

Once they all pile out, along with the other workers, you allow yourself to rest for a few minutes, promising you’ll get up in 2 minutes

«38 minutes later»

Your eyes fly open at the familiar bass of a popular American song filling your ears. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Hoseok position himself in a stance, getting ready to dance. 

You're so, fucking, precious, when you, smile…

His body twists and turns to the beat, movements fluid yet sharp. His face contorted into one of absolute concentration. Sometimes he’ll stop and do a particular move over again, but he's just making it up as he goes. You would've never known with the way he moved, but being a skilled choreographer lets you see his slight uncertainty in most counts. 

Hit it, from the, back and, drive you, wild…

You sit up and catch his attention. He paused the song and looked over at you questioningly. “I can teach you a dance to that song if you want.” You leaned back and placed your hands behind you to await his response, practically presenting yourself to him.

“Only if it’s good,” he said as he helped you up from the floor. You lifted both hands at him and he slid his much larger and softer ones into yours, his hands warm. But he pulled you up to quick, and a squeal left you as you lost your footing and waited for the floor to meet your back. Hoseok sprung into action swiftly wrapped an arm around your upper back and the other around your open waist. You ended up firmly pressed into his chest, your hands tightly help onto his biceps.

“Damn, your hands are cold,” You hissed out, subconsciously digging your nails into his arms. He grunted and tightened his hold, pressing my breast against his chest. He looked down into your widened eyes, his own hooded from feeling how hard your nipples are against him from your thin shirt. “Alright, let's start,” You sputtered out, his intense eyes giving away everything he felt at that moment. He let out a hum and slowly dragged his hands away from my body, ironically leaving it cold. 

You mentally cursed yourself at the song choice. Back in the states with your own crew, you taught a duet. Specifically made for two people involved with each other in a sexual way. We’ll be fine, we’re professionals. You let your hair out of its ponytail and let it drop to your shoulders, missing the way Hoseok put his hands in his pocket to refrain from gripping the soft strands between his fingers.

You start, instructing Hoseok to stand behind you once again, moving his hands to touch you according to the beat of the music and you find a rhythm in your movements together and find the pace. You dance next to each other, a giddy smile on your face at seeing him fall into step with your movements and he glances at you with that sunny smile of his. 

Girl anything I can do just to make you feel alright…

For that part of the song it all had to happen at the same time, no pausing in between. You needed to execute it cleanly, fluidly and full of pure unconfined craving.

He gripped your waist and pulled his body flush against yours, your smaller body fitting like a puzzle, and you rested your head on his shoulder, your neck exposed to him. His right hand steadily and sensually slid up under your shirt until they lied directly under your breast, his thumb lightly pressed on your clothed nipple. Simultaneously, his left hand danced their way down your open stomach, leaving a ticklish sensation as the tips of his fingers glided over the skin before continuing their trek down to your leggings and over your aching center. 

You both were too lost in the moment to realize that his hands should’ve stopped a safe distance away from your sensitive areas, as a breathy moan slipped past your lips and the sound traveled all the way down to his hard-on. He pressed his soft lips to your unmarked neck and relished in the sounds you emitted.  His hand began to gently cupped your breast and give it a light squeeze just as he began to pull your skin between his lips, sucking to leave a bruise. 

The music seemed to fade into the background as the only sounds being heard was your soft whimpers and the light smacking noises from Hoseok’s frantic kisses and hickeys. He let his fingers dip into her sweats and tease their way her mound over her damp panties.

Slow and steady,

“Hoseok… please,” She whined, her hips unconsciously began bucking against his hand, needing the feeling in her stomach to come undone. A low chuckle rumbled in her ear, sending chills down her back. The feeling passed when she felt his fingers push the fabric aside and speed up their assault.

“Look, baby you’re dripping all over my fingers,” Loud, needier moans with the obscene sound of her wetness filled the now musicless practice room turning them both on to return. The song had ended, but another was about to play.

“Please what? If you want something, you need to say it,” He whispered in her ear, “But that doesn’t mean you deserve it. Not with that bratty mouth of yours,” his lips brushed against your ear lobe, an unrestricted needy whine breaking from her. He brought his hand up to softly wrap around her neck to bring her closer. He drifted a finger inside of her, moving at a slow and tantalizing pace, never fully letting her close to her undoing.

“I- ah,” Another digit slipped in with the other, eliciting a higher pitched moan and the grip she didn’t realize she had on his wrist around her neck to tighten. “Fuck, Hoseok we don’t have all night,” Your words slurred with the pleasure the dancer was providing with his finger toying with your sensitive clit, body jerking with every touch of his quick fingers.

As if your words finally registered in his mind that this is a practice room and you had to be quick, he pulled out his fingers, much to your dismay. He walked your back to the closest mirror, the glass now pressed against your back. “Take these off,” He tugged the band of your sweats trying to relay the message. You hurriedly rid yourself of the clothes, and he wasted no time picking you up and pressing your bareback against the mirror. His hands were under your thighs as he pressed his clothed dick against your dripping folds, eliciting a low groan from him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, too fucked out to realize he had pulled his sweats down until you felt his dick poking at your entrance. “Wha-,” You never got to finish your sentence because of the delicious feeling of him sliding into you. Both of you let out moans when he finally bottomed out inside of you, the feel of your warm and wet walls sucking him in. You feel so full, yet you already wanted more and he hadn’t even started moving yet. “Shit, baby you’re so tight around me,” he grunted out, already starting a swift pace at the feel of finally having you. You leaned back against the mirror, letting him take you as he pleases, the moans spilling from your lips an absolute sin to his ears. “Hoseok, more, please I want more,” You moaned out in his ear. 

If more was what you wanted, then that’s exactly what you were going to get.

He readjusted his grip and roughly pushed you back into the mirror, his cock rapidly slamming into your hole. “This is what you wanted right? My cock filling you up till you cry for me to keep going, and going, and going” He made sure to enunciate every word of his by fucking into you harder and harder. The moans you were emitting were absolutely wanton, your mouth forming an “O” from his thrusts. Hoseok placed his head at the crook of your neck to try and silence his own moans, but the normally eccentric dancer couldn’t control the moans coming from him because of how good you felt wrapped around his waist and how deep he was buried inside you. 

“Sh-Shit, I’m so close,” he practically whined, he was chasing his orgasm now, his pace brutal and relentless. “Oh, right there,” You sobbed as he hit that place inside you that had seeing stars. You opened your eyes and saw yourself from across the room; Hoseok working his hips into your heat, and you helplessly holding onto him for dear life as your orgasm was quickly approaching you. Your head lolled on his shoulder when you felt his fingers quickly working at your abandoned clit, the added pleasure bringing you to your high faster than you could’ve imagined. “Please don’t stop,” You were both moaning messes at this point, the lewd noises coming from your conjoined bodies adding on to the deeper moans from him and the higher-pitched ones from you. 

“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” your body convulsed and you felt him thrust particularly harshly inside you while his fingers hand never stilled their movements on your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you saw white. “That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so well,” You sobbed through your orgasm, tears rushing down your face as he kept his pace. He looked up from your shoulder and came from the sight in front of him while whimpers of pleasure were filling the practice room from your lips. You were overstimulated through his own orgasm, his hips relentless as he emptied his seed into your pulsating walls and moaned your name like a mantra. He sloppily milked himself through his high, your mixed cum dripping down his shaft. 

He slowly and carefully slid out of your sensitive area, not missing the wince you made at the action. His softening cock shone with your release, but his eyes sparkled at seeing it drip out of your core. Before it could hit the floor, he pushed two of his fingers inside you, telling you to keep it there as a reminder of him when you returned to your hotel. Like I’d forget what we did here. He put you back down on the white floors, the fatigue kicking in from multiple dance routines and mind-blowing sex. The only sounds left were your heavy breathing, post-sex bliss still suffocating the room as you two silently fixed yourself up, not exchanging a word.

Just before you were about to leave the white practice room, you turned towards him as he just ended his call to one of his managers to send him a car to pick him up. “You know…” You trailed off. He turned his complete attention towards you, waiting for the rest of your sentence.

You were so nervous, but that doesn’t make sense since you were just begging for him. He strode towards you, a smile creeping it’s way up to his face at your sudden reservedness. “I know what?” You looked up at him, his domineering presence almost making you choke up.

“You never kissed me.”

[driverwaltz]

Precipitate

Manager!Kylo Ren x Singer!Reader

Summary: Taking up late night gigs downtown at the Starlight Lounge was always just a way to earn some extra cash. Most days you’d bartend or bus tables, but on some special days your boss, Michael, would let you act as the live music feature of the night. It was one of those nights when you met him. The dark brooding man in the corner of the dimly lit bar caught your eye and promised opportunity, but nothing could have hinted towards what he had planned for the future.

Rating: Mature. This part is tame though.

Warnings: Unfair power dynamics, age gap, eventual smut, dub-con, drug use, slow burn

Words Count: 1.7K (Ik I went overboard)

Notes: This is my first ever fanfic so pls be nice 🥺. I took the inspiration for this from a couple of songs by the band Interpol and might make a playlist to go along with each chapter. If you guys have any suggestions or constructive criticism on my writing it’d be much appreciated (and needed lol). Also, this moves REALLY slowly in the beginning, but I promise I’ll start to pick up the pace.

Part 1: Meeting place

It broke again.

The only thing that alerted me this time was Michael's voice, booming from the back end of the bar from the kitchen to where I stood near the glassware.

"The third fuckin' time this month that I gotta replace the damn martini glasses 'cause of that hunk-of-shit washer!"

It's an easy fix, he could just replace that "hunk-of-shit" once, and that way he could spare us $65 every time a set of glasses break. It would also save the poor man on the end of the line every time he calls the distributor, demanding a new dozen and a discount. I could remind him this was an option again, but I know better. No matter what I say, I know his pride will go against any sense of better judgment. So, I stay quiet. Let him go on his little tirade while I do what he pays me to do: Act sweet to an array of old drunkards who plop themselves down on the same barstools every Saturday night. After they all get comfy, I make a point to ask about their wives and how their bitch of a boss made them work overtime. At the same time, I whip up concoctions of tequila, salt, and lime for them to hurriedly gulp down and offer me gratitude. However, it's only ever through words, never an extra 15% on the tab.

Kindness in strangers. That's what I was taught. Mama kept a stack of old scripts in a wicker basket near her nightstand, and I remember rummaging through them on static summer days when it was too hot to go outside. Mama never believed in failures. She'd always tell me, "you're constantly learning and improving. Never failing, just falling — stagnant." I like to believe that's true, but I was also raised to be honest. And, In all honesty, I can't deny that Mama was a failure. She moved out to California from Georgia without telling a soul the night she turned 17. She had nothing but her new hand-me-down car, some spare cash she got from waitressing, and a small suitcase full of clothes and essentials. Her dream was to become a performer, an actress, a starlet of her generation. She tried. I know she did, but things don't work out for a reason. So, I too, was born and raised in Georgia. However, unlike how Grandman brought up Mama, I was raised off stories of Mama's journey to Tinsel Town and the people she met rather than Grimms' Fairytales. I learned how to fall asleep to softly hummed show tunes rather than lullabies. Mama never wanted to buy new children's books; instead, she would recite one of her scripts to me. When I got a bit older, I fell in love with The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams, and that's when Mama told me: "Always depend on the kindness of strangers."

I blame Mama. I believe personality is a sort of genetic trait, and I definitely got all of that from Mama. I can never say no to Michael. Not because he scares me or that I'm in full agreeance with him all the time, but whenever the word threatens to leave me lips, it chokes me. Then, I swallow it back down and resume whatever I was doing. No is never an option. It was never an option in the schoolyard or in the house, and especially not during my music classes. Mama wanted me to continue whatever legacy she had crafted for herself, and much to her disappointment, I was not much of a talker, but I was a hummer. So, Mama forced me to turn my quiet hums into fully supported singing. That was the start of it all. I took up guitar after that, and stole my dad's old records and tried to replicate what I would hear. I guess that's how I started writing music, as for what I did with that music...

"(y/n), Lucy said she comin' to take o'er you're shift in a few. If you want, you can clock out for tonight," Michael grumbled from the back in a shout.

"It's only midnight. I've only been working for about four hours, and I need the money this month, so I'm okay working for a little bit more. I can help you out in the back if you'd like," I responded. I really did need the money though, Martin's been on my ass about my lease.

Michael peered at me through the kitchen doorframe for a second, "You got your guitar in your car?"

"Yeah."

"You up to play a few songs tonight? We've got a bit more business tonight."

I felt the muscles in my face pull up and tighten against my will. I hate to admit that sometimes Michael can make me smile, and he was right. I turned to the entrance and slowly, one-by-one, people started coming in and settling down.

"Yes, sir! I'll bring it out." I exclaimed while grabbing my keys from behind the counter and making my way out to my car parked at the back.

After retrieving my case from the trunk, I quickly checked my reflection on the left-hand mirror and smoothed out my hair and touched up my lipstick. I saw a man pass by through the corner and make his way into the bar. I better make tips tonight doing this.

I waltzed back into the bar and headed for the small stage in the front. It's not really a stage more than it's a glorified black stool, but I like to think it's charming and adds character. You know, mask up the patheticness of it all. I plugged in my Fender to the worn-out amps and strummed to make sure it was in tune. There were a lot of people tonight. Well, a lot more than usual, at least. Quickly, I scanned the room for comforting faces to focus on and calm my nerves. Most of our customers were gruff men, so this trick usually didn't work, but tonight was different. In the corner by a little bust made by a local artist sat a man with thick black hair. He was by no means soft. Much like the patrons, he harbored a hard look on his face, but he struck me differently. It was intense and cold. Georgia's a hot place, so I didn't mind his gaze. It was cooling and made me freeze over.

I don't know why, but I want to impress him. Plus, looking down, I saw he was wearing a polished pair of dress shoes, so I assume he's got some money on him, maybe he'll spare me a tip. I'll just play a cover. Can't go wrong with a cover.

My fingers dragged across the guitar strings and drew out the alternating chords of D7 and Am in a back and forth pattern.

"It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day... Mama said she got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge... She said Billie Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge..."

Bobbie Gentry was one of dad's favorites. I know the country wasn't a popular choice for many people, but this is the South, and Ode to Billie Joe is always a classic, and I think the dreariness of the song perfectly compliments the tone of the bar.

I played a set and earned a couple of measly tips from it. Nothing I could complain about, I guess. It was nearly 1 am, and I was getting tired. Overtime is only worth so much, so I decided it was best to go back home. I packed up my guitar and walked to the bar counter to ask Lucy to clock for me, but before I could even rest my case against the counter, I felt a man slide into the seat next to me.

"You've gotta nice voice," he drawled out while staring at the wall in front of him.

"Thank you. I perform here almost every week."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah..." I couldn't really think of how I could continue this conversation. And, trust me, I really want to. The man was wearing a black button-up shirt, grey trousers, and that impressive pair of dress shoes. His hair was long and gelled back, and his profile was exquisite. He looked strong, and his voice was deep and rich like marmalade.

"You could work on that guitar a little bit," he deadpanned as he took a swig of whiskey. I looked at him even more intensely then and scoffed.

"Really? Can you do better?"

"I never said that. I just think, with a voice like that, the guitar should match up," he said with a playful glint in his voice as he finally turned his head towards me.

Now, I really don't know how to continue this conversation.

"Alright, you caught me. I'm not that great at the guitar, but hey, I'm a bar singer, not Paul McCartney, or something," I laughed out. He smiled, and then I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks, it's a miracle I didn't fall flat on my face.

"I guess I was just expecting more," he said.

"Well, I didn't promise you anything, did I?"

He looked like he was in his late 20s, probably.

"No. No, you didn't. But, maybe you could start... for next time."

"That depends. Are you gonna give me a tip."

"Yes. When I think you deserve it," he said as his face fell flat and his voice authoritative in an odd way.

"Well, I'll probably be here next Saturday so you can decide then."

"Will do," he smirked.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Kylo," he replied in a gentle voice as he once again held his glass of whiskey up. He then raised his eyebrow, and I knew he wanted an answer.

"(y/n)."

He gulped down his whiskey, turned to me, and smiled. I wanted to say something more, I had to say something, but he stopped me before I could by getting up and walking towards the door.

"I gotta be somewhere tomorrow, doll. I'm expecting a show on Saturday," he exclaimed as he stepped out the bar.

"Don't worry... I can put on a show."

He grinned one final time before escaping out of the bar, leaving me alone with his empty cup of whiskey and a smile that doesn't leave my face the entire night.

[belladonnabear]

Katsuki Bakugou X Reader: Pool Party (LEMON) (+18)

Scenario: Momo is throwing a Pool Party at her parents house and everyone in Class 1-A is invited. Bakugou wasn't planning on going until he here's that you're going and that Kaminari was planning on asking you out at the party. Things escalate...

Warning! Content contains swearing and sexual content!

~~

"Hold still! Or I won't be able to finish up your toes!" Mina pouted.

"But it tickles!" you giggled.

The Class 3-A girls were having a relaxing time in Uraraka's dorm room on a Friday Evening. Tomorrow, they would have free time and go to Momo's place to have a pool party. So the girls were all getting gussied up for tomorrow.

"So well did you girls do today on the pop quiz?" Hagakure asked while finishing Tsuyu's fingers.

"Ugh! Don't remind me! Why does Aizawa-Sensei have to give us a stupid quiz right before the weekend! And homework on top of all of that!" Mina whined.

"I mean, you shouldn't be that surprised. It is Aizawa-Sensei after all." Jirou pointed out.

"But does he have to be such a drag all the time?" Mina frowned.

"I think I did pretty well on the test." Momo said while putting lotion on her legs.

"Deku was muttering the whole time afterwards. He really gets passionate when it comes to becoming a hero." Uraraka chimed in.

"You're always so observant when it comes to Midoriya." Hagakure teased.

"That's what happens apparently when you have a crush on someone." Tsuyu grinned.

"W-What?! I-I-It's n-n-not li-ike th-that!" Uraraka sputtered out.

"Surrre it isn't." you teased.

"You're one to talk! We know have a crush on one of the boys! You just won't tell us!" Hagakure accused.

"Pfft, not. None of the guys in our class are really boyfriend material to me!" you scoffed.

"We know you have a crush on someone missy! You should just tell us already!" Mina pointed her finger at you.

"No."

"How about a hint?" Jirou suggested.

"We promise to stop asking if you give us at least one hint! One good hint!" Momo clarified.

You stopped to think for a moment. It would stop the constant pestering that they've been doing for the last three months. You were stubborn and didn't budge to their demands. But even your patience was running thin with their insistence.

"Fine but you have to promise to never bring it up again!" you insisted.

The girls nodded as Uraraka added in. "But you have to give us an actual clue of who it is. You can't just say he's in our class or that he's brave. Give us a real hint!"

With a sigh, you rubbed the back of your head and stated. "His hair is a blonde color. That's all you need to know!"

"No way! Blonde hair?!"

"Eh? You can't be talking about Aoyama!"

"It's gotta be Kaminari! He's pretty friendly with you!"

"Yeah that's it!"

"Maybe it's Bakugou?"

"What did we just promise?" you grumbled.

~~

"Dude, you sure about it?" Sero asked.

"I'm tired of (Y/N) being oblivious to my feelings! Tomorrow I'm going to confess to her!" Kaminari confirmed.

In the common room, Sero and Kaminari were playing on their Nintendo's as Bakugou and Kirishima were in the kitchen getting a snack. Bakugou however got distracted when he heard Kaminari's declaration. That scrawny loser was going to confess to you tomorrow?! Like hell!

Bakugou didn't know how exactly it happened. One minute he was sparring with you in hand to hand combat and the next thing he knew you had pinned him down with that hot smirk of yours. It infuriated him. After class he demanded a rematch and he got his ass handed to him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Then after two years Katsuki began noticing you more. He had a huge crush on you and didn’t want to admit how turned on he was by you kicking his ass. Your no nonsense attitude had struck the hot head’s heart. He was attracted to you and tried to be subtle about it. Only Kirishima ever noticed it and he was sworn to secrecy. And by sworn to secrecy, Bakugou means he threatened to kill him.

But now perverted Pikachu was going to try and make his move on you? Like hell he would let you be with that third rate extra!

“So when are you going to confess?” Sero wondered.

“At Momo’s pool party tomorrow! Not only will she be there but I’ll get to see here in a hot swimsuit!” Kaminari gushed.

The bag of Kara Mucho that was in Bakugou’s hands exploded. Bits and pieces of the bag and chips scattered on the floor. Bakugou’s face looked like it was ignited in rage as he heard the sleazy comment from Kaminari. He wanted to punch Kaminari for saying nasty shit about his girl. 

What made it worse was when he was going to confess. Ponytail’s party was tomorrow! He wasn’t going to go originally and now he’s got to change his plans.

“Wooo! Nice one there Bakugou!” Sero cheered.

Kamnari and Sero snickered at the heroes explosion before turning away.

“Hey man, you okay? Your snack exploded.” Kirishima asked.

“Shut up! I’m absolutely fine!!” Bagou hollered and stormed out of the kitchen.

Kirishima followed his friend and shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Listen up shitty hair! That pool party tomorrow, we’re going!” Bakugou confirmed.

“Huh? But I thought you said going would be a waste of....ohhh. I get it now! You’re scared that Kaminari is going to sweep (Y/N) off her feet.” Kirishima teased.

“Like hell! I’m not worried about a damn thing! I just changed my mind is all!” Bakugou denied despite his cheeks fuming red.

Kirishima chuckled at his friend's obvious affection for their classmate. It’s not like Bakugou stares at her constantly, keeps asking to train with her so he could spend more time with her or helps her with her homework. Plus it was hilarious seeing the two of you banter constantly with each other. He was silently rooting for you two.

~~

The party at Momo’s was thriving as everyone from Class 3-A managed to come. Sato was grilling the lunch for everyone, they had who can breathe underwater the longest test to which Tsu won and currently the girls were sunbathing while the boys were playing an intense game of volleyball.

“C’mon Deku! You can do better than that, can’t ya?!” Bakugou taunted.

“Dude c’mon! Don’t use your quirk!” Sero shook his head.

“Deal with it scotch tape!” Bakugou yelled.

Sunbathing was so far your favorite part of this party. Not because you wanted a tan or anything. But because you had a perfect view of Bakugou’s shirtless body. He looked real good in those swim trunks. Like something out of Playgirl magazine. His tan muscles looked ripped at every movement he made, his biceps flexing whenever he was getting ready to hit the ball and that wild smirk that made you want to kiss his stupid face.

And you were doing it all while on the sideline with your sunglasses obscuring where your eyes were. Smooth.

“Hey there (Y/N)!”

A voice quickly brought you out of your ogling and you saw Kaminari look down at you with a friendly wave.

“Hey there, how you doing?” you asked while taking a sip of your ice tea casually. As if you weren’t just eyeing your crush like a horny pornstar.

“I’m doing pretty fine if I do say so myself. And can I just say, you’re totally rocking that bikini you have on! It really suits you!” Kaminari winked.

Your cheeks went slightly pink at his compliment. You were wearing (f/c) bikini that you had found while shopping with Mina and Hagakure. They both insisted that you get it and Mina mentioned how you could use it impress your crush.

“Oh, thank you.” you scratched the back of your head.

“So what are you doing here by yourself?” he asked.

Shit.

“Uh...I was thinking about getting a tan before summer’s over. And the girls were busy goofing off in the pool so I came here by myself.” you answered.

“So that’s why they’re so lonely.” Kaminari’s eyes lit up as he leaned in closer to you.

“Wait, what looks so lonely?” you looked baffled.

“Your lips. Would they like to meet mine?” he whispered as he leaned in closer to  your lips.

Before you could react, a loud slam met your ears and you saw Kaminari get flung back off your lounge chair. You briefly noted the smell of smoke before seeing what had happened to the boy. His back was to the ground, his face you couldn’t see at all. It was obstructed by a volleyball. A volleyball with smoke and ash around it.

“Bakugou! What the hell?!” Jirou scolded.

Your eyes locked onto Bakugou as you can see his chest heaving and his face twisted into something dark. You realized he had slammed the ball onto Kaminari and used his quirk in the process.

“Kaminari, you okay?” Ojiro asked as he pushed the pall off of the blonde’s face.

Kaminari gave him that look he makes when his quirk was overused and held out two thumbs up.

“Man Bakugou, your aim was waaay off on that one.” Kirishima tried to lighten the mood.

However, Bakugou stormed over to you and you felt your heart drop. What does he want with you? You had never seen him this intense before. Not even when the two of you train together. The ash blonde tossed you over his shoulder and walked off flipping everyone off. When he was gone, Kirishima tried not to laugh. Who would have thought Bakugou was going to whisk you off like prince?

Maybe not Prince Charming but a feral prince with temperamental issues.

~~

Bakugou had taken you all the way to his parent’s house. When you finally arrived inside, he slammed the door shut and looked at you with those fierce eyes. 

“Bakugou, what the hell happened-?” you began.

But then suddenly, your lips were covered by his. Your first kiss was taken by Bakugou, the man you were crushing on deeply. However, as quickly as that kiss came, he pulled away saying one word. 

“Strip.”

This was turning you on and he had only said one word. However, Bakugou didn’t like that you weren’t doing as you were told.

“Are you deaf? Strip!” Bakugou snapped.

You quickly took off your bikini top and then slowly removed your bottom cover as well. You’re completely naked, in front of the man you were crushing on. Bakugou picked up your swimsuit as he looked at you with lust shining in his eyes.

“Upstairs, first room on the right.” Bakugou ordered.

“But aren’t your parents-?” you started but was caught off when he smacked your ass. The sting somehow turned you on even more at Bakugou’s dominance.

“Upstairs princess.” he sharply said.

You were used to Bakugou’s loud rampaging orders but never this elite alpha like control he had over you. Slowly, you began walking up the stairs naked and thankfully, you never saw his parents. They must have been out of the house.

You eventually approached his room and entered. It smelled so good, just like him. Then a smoldering kiss draws you in, brandishing your lips with his. Bakugou takes charge of the situation. He began pushing you in the direction of his bed.  You gulped at the realization that he was going to do it with him. Your heart starts beating wildly. He settles himself between your legs and wraps them around his waist. You could his erection through his swim trunks as he begins nuzzling your neck. 

Your face flushed red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were going to have sex with Bakugou. 

“Call me Katsuki. It turns me on so much more.” Katsuki ordered.

Then he pushes him swim trunks off which left both of you bare naked.  Katsuki's own rough lips started to catch your lips, nibbling your lower lip, and he took over your mouth. On your mouth, he nipped and sucked. You ran your hands over his chest to his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Moans began escaping your mouth as you spread your legs some to accommodate him some more. 

Katsuki then proceeded to move downwards to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin until he reached your nipple. He stared at you with a look that made you wet below your core. You wanted him. He squeezed and pulled your nipples with his hands holding your breast as you whimpered beneath him. As he grasped the one breast in one hand, he licked and sucked the other breast's nipple, sending shivers down your back as you arched.

“Katsuki!” you moaned.

He shot you a smirk. Delighted at how you sound using his first name. 

“You enjoying yourself there (Y/N)? Sure seems like it. Moan louder for me!” he chuckled.

“You sure seem confident! For a virgin that is!” you shot back at him.

“You and I won’t be virgins for much longer!” Katsuki pointed out.

The hand started to trail between your breasts, your belly to rest on your pussy.

“Yes! There!”

You cry out as the two hands that encouraged you are now slowly and steadily moving in and out of you. It was then that your eyes saw something that made your arousal spike, Katsuki's erection rubbing against your thigh. As soon as you saw it, you reached for it and started stroking his hot length. He let out a heavy groan above you. He was all hard and thick. You rubbed the slit, as he began to grip your hips hard enough to bruise and pull you closer to hot blonde.

“Damn it (Y/N)!” Katsuki groaned from your ministrations.

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine from the empty feeling. You made eye contact with Katsuki and remained that way it while you took hold of his cock. With his erection in your hand, you began to guide it to your entrance. Slowly enticing the blonde.

"Do it Katsuki...please..."

However, he reared you up onto all fours, dragging your hips against his own. You felt the hardness forcing itself into your warmth in one sharp stroke of Katsuki’s hips. A loud moan escaped your mouth as he entered your virgin walls. He brought you up on all fours, though, dragging your breasts on his own. With one quick movement of Katsuki's shoulders, you felt the hardness drive itself into your heat. After reaching your virgin walls, a loud moan escaped your mouth.

“I’m going to claim your sweet ass.”

The way he pumped his dick into the best angle made your pussy spasm inside around his thick member. Katsuki leaned into your body, pushing you into his mattress, letting his hips go to work. His back muscles helped you release another long moan. Finding a pace that matched didn't take long for the two of you. The knees had a particular thrust low and lewd moaning as Katsuki smirked.

“That’s right baby, let me take real good care of you. No one’s going to make you feel as good as I do. Ain’t that right princess?” he leaned in bit your neck.

You couldn’t even shoot out a sarcastic response. Each thrust had you seeing black, and they were coming quicker every time. Your body was working with a soft shimmy. Your hips down his cock to suck him out of his rich seed as he slammed back in. In reply, he gave a sharp grunt. Now are so close. Your cunt pulsated wonderfully around the cock of Katsuki, making waves through your body of pleasure.

“I’m…so close…so close!” you cried out.

“Say my name!”  he demanded.

“K-Katsuki!” you shouted.

You whined as he smacked your ass and to your dread, started moving slower. 

“Louder!” he ordered.

“Katsuki!!” you hollered.

“Keep saying my name!” he growled.

He kept thrusting into your heat with that. Katsuki started to slide his hand on the bed to brace himself while the other dropped down to your clit to taunt you gently. Of response, your legs shuddered, buckling back to bed. His thrusts quickened, constantly filling you. His dick's tip felt like rubbing your cervix, even prodding. The sensation caused your hips to move with a gentle mewl of your lips against him.

Your body shaking absolutely under his hand made sure he had it almost. Your walls pulled you over as your hot channel was packed with his thick sperm. The internal tightening as you hit your climax bringing it across the edge. To stop him from being too loud, Katsuki bit at your side. He kept thrusting into you until there was no fall left, and you were mewling more with the overstimulation. He finally pulled out and collapsed on top of you, panting as heavily as you were, lying down there until your breathing stopped.

“You came first.” you teased.

He swatted your behind to which made you giggle. 

“Shit! I forgot to use a condom!” he growled.

“I’m on the pill. Don’t worry about it.” you turned around slowly wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Katsuki leaned in and you both kissed each other. Further cementing your feelings for each other.

“Tomorrow, we’re going out on a date.” Katsuki he stated.

“Whatever you want Lord Explosion Murder.” you purred.

Everyone figured out who your crush was the next day.

~~

Bonus:

"HEY YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHY DIDN'T YOU COOK DINNER FOR US LIKE YOU WERE SUPPOSED-?!" A woman's voice boomed.

You blushed heavily and quickly covered yourself with Katsuki's blanket. While the naked blonde was red all over. His mom just saw her son naked in bed with one of his friends.

"YOU OLD HAG! GET OUT OF HERE OR DIE!"

"TREAT ME WITH SOME RESPECT! I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT!" Mitsuki threw a shoe at his face.

You began laughing hysterically as the two began bickering. Mitsuki not even caring that you were naked.

[ellyisaslygirl]

hi! i seen you have draco x reader requests open? my bestie (a slytherin of course) has been down in the dumps lately because someone made fun of her accent, so i was curious is you could do a draco x slytherin reader where the reader just so happens to have a southern/country accent and draco just loves it? i'd appreciate it! thanks!

: OMG I was so excited when I got this request last night! I’m actually from Texas but it’s been quite a few years since I’ve been there, now I’m not sure what part of the south your friend is from but I hope this still helps her feel better!!

-Onto the x reader

WARNING: A bit of bullying/teasing in the beginning but mega cuteness at end

“I swear if I hear her say ‘y’all one more bloody damn time, I’m gonna hex her.” Pansy said, popping a grape into her mouth and sweeping her hair out of her face.

Y/N felt tense for the hundredth time that week and was almost considering sowing her mouth shut or using a spell. She didn’t understand why she had got chosen out of the lucky few to attend to such a school, she loved it, but some of the students were complete pricks.

And since she was sorted into Slytherin, she thought that since she was with the group that was labeled as the worse kind of house to be in, that maybe she’d be protected some sort of way by her own housemates, but nope, they treated her as if she was a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff.

But there was one boy that didn’t seem to participate in the whole teasing and bullying thing, Y/N thought of him as cute as a button, but she could never tell him that, so, she almost remained quiet until class was finish.

She had a certain treat in mind that was waiting for her up in her dorm, kept cool by a charm she had learned, was her small tub of Blue Bell ice cream, well, actually a couple of tubs, but whatever.

Once she was finally able to get away from class, she slid through a small gap of students and thought she was safe from avoiding her foul housemates, but nope.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Goyle asked, cornering her.

“Hopefully, it’s back to whatever she came from...c’mon why won’t you speak? Hate your own voice as well? Maybe I should fix it for you?” Pansy smirked, drawing out her wand, but her eyes widened, looking behind Y/N. Y/N narrowed her eyebrows and then turned around to see Draco, glaring at Pansy.

“Why don’t you give it a rest? Besides I got some things in mind.” He smirked at Pansy, who nodded and told the boys to follow her to their next class.

Fear grew inside Y/N as she didn’t know what Draco was planning with her and people always said he was the worse.

“Take me to your dorm.” Draco tugged on her arm and she gulped, turning towards him.

“W-what?” she asked, hearing her southern drawn for the first time that day.

She couldn’t help but notice Draco’s lip curl up in a smile and urged her again.

Once they got there, Y/N still felt uneasy and was eyeing her treats that she kept hidden in a cooler like box.

“You know, you don’t got to listen to her.” Draco said, closing the dorm and crossed his arms, looking directly at her.

“I don’t listen to her.” she snapped, crossing her arms as well and leaned to one side.

Draco chuckled and Y/N noticed his cheeks dusting with a slight pinkish tint.

“What’s so funny, huh?” she asked, glaring at him.

“It’s cute....and...well..kind of hot.” He said, lowering his arms and took a few steps closer to her.

Y/N didn’t understand a damn thing that was going on and was questioning whether or not Draco was pranking her at the moment.

“Elaborate?” Y/N said.

“Your accent...I know they hate it, but even though, it’s a bit odd and it’s almost foreign here, I could listen to it all day.” He admitted and looked into her eyes.

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing at all. He..he liked her accent?

“Really?” she asked, softening up a bit and then almost melted like if she had left her ice cream out in the heat on a summer’s day when he came really close, Y/N could notice the soft scent of vanilla and apple coming from him and how soft his skin looked, as well as how dreamy his eyes looked.

They stayed like that for a moment, every now and then, Draco would walk closer, closing the space between them until their noses touched.

“You gonna kiss me or not?” She pressed, smirking as she found her sass back and he grinned, giving her a small wink before leaning in.

Y/N grinned as well and then leaned in, their lips finally touching.

Draco wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, goosebumps rose on her arms and wrapped them around Draco’s neck, deepening the kiss until they broke off.

“So...can I hear you talk more often?” Draco asked, kissing her forehead, to which, she blushed and bit her lip, before nodding.

“But Pansy..” Y/N remembered and Draco shook his head,”I can handle her.”

Y/N nodded and then grinned. “I want you to try something.” she said, her accent began to sound thick again as she opened up the box under her chair and had different varieties of ice cream.

“What’s that?” Draco asked.

“The best kind of ice cream.” Y/N took out a few different flavors. “Pick.” she said, showing him and his eyebrow rose, looking at her.

“It’s just ice cream.” She promises and he nods, selecting one and opened it up.

“We haven’t any spoons.” he said and then Y/N smiled, saying something underneath her breath and then  she held two spoons.

“You’re amazing.” He breathed and she blushed, handing him his spoon.

“Shut up.” she said and they stayed sat on her bed, Y/N smiling as Draco seemed to be enjoying the ice cream and she was as well.

“So....am I yours?” She asked and he winked,”You always have been mine.”

“Don’t give me any ideas there.” Y/N winked, scooping another spoonful of ice cream.

“Save it for next time...maybe we can use these ice creams.” he laughed and Y/N nodded, considering it.

(Heya Ik it’s kind of short and I hope it’s good enough, but yeah if she wants a second part to this then I will do it haha but yeah)   

[incognito-burri]

Loving Me is Like Loving War

[ part 1 ] - [ part 2 ] - [ part 3 ] - [ part 4 ] - [ part 5 ]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

PART 6

A/N: Part 6!! ik y’all have been waiting awhile but i’ve been annoyingly busy and haven’t had chance to get this up until now! Enjoy!

Also, somebody inboxed me a few days ago saying they felt uncomfortable after I described the readers skin colour as “pale”. I’m so sorry about this! It’s simply because as I’m writing these chapters or whatever you want to call them, I’m imagining myself in the situation and writing it as I see it - as i’m white and pretty damn pale I just used that as a descriptor. Didn’t mean to upset anyone/make anyone feel uncomfortable so, of course, from now I wont specifically mention skin colour/tone. Please let me know if anything like this comes up again, I just want everybody to enjoy reading! 

Your eyes flutter open and for a moment you’re confused; you were sat in a patch of dewy grass on the side of the road in an area of Hawkins you don’t remember ever seeing before.  You looked around blankly for a few seconds and then, all of a sudden, the events of that evening came flooding back to you – how you had gone out with Billy, how you had got off with him in the bathroom, and then how he forced himself on you when you had asked him to stop…

You shuddered at the mere thought of it, staring at your feet still in shock.

It was a quiet road and probably approaching about 1AM, so when a voice called out you out of nowhere, you almost shat yourself.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The voice said, calmly. You looked up slowly. You knew it wasn’t Billy, you could tell by the softness in his voice, but you were still pretty shaken up and therefore incredibly wary of anyone and anything surrounding you. A pair of white trainers and skinny blue jeans were walking towards you, presumably the owner of the unknown voice, but you remained silent.

“Hey, uh… Are you okay?” You could feel their gaze on you but you continued to look at the grass, pulling up individual blades and tearing them into small pieces. You simply nodded, hoping the mysterious character would leave you alone. Instead, they sighed and lowered themselves onto the damp grass,

“Ahh, nice ‘n’ wet…” This response made you smile slightly, and the stranger must’ve noticed because they too laughed. “Seriously though, what’s your deal? I noticed you curled up out here about an hour ago and you weren’t moving. I was literally just about to call 911 to report a potential dead body when you finally moved…”

“Uh, just a, uh… bad night.” You muttered.

“Mm yeah, I’ll say. It must’ve been bad if you’ve ended up asleep outside some random house at 12AM.” He responded.

You were quiet for a moment, “Fuck, you have no idea…” you finally groaned, your voice cracking as tears began welling up once more.

“Shit, hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Said the voice, and you felt an arm drape round your shoulders. But after everything with Billy you flinched at their touch and they pulled away, clearly noticing your discomfort.

It was silent for a while after that and you could hear cars driving in the distance. You wondered what Billy had done after you left him in that bathroom, imagining how angry he would be and what he would do when you saw him at school tomorrow. This was enough to push you over the edge and you began crying again, “Ah shit,” you said, sniffling “I… I’m sorry.” You stumbled.

“What? Are you kidding? You don’t need to be sorry. C’mon, let’s get you inside.”

“Oh, no, no… I’m fine… really. I should go home.” You said quietly.

“Don’t be stupid! It’s the middle of the night, you’re crying, you’re quite literally going blue and you need to sleep somewhere that isn’t the side of the road. I’ll make you some food or something and then you can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Honestly, sleeping in a stranger’s house wasn’t your idea of fun and you just wanted to be alone, “It’s fine, I’m only down the road… and I’m not that hungry.” You lied.

“Okay don’t bullshit me. I know everyone around this side of town and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. And if you’re not hungry then maybe something to drink? Please, just come inside. I can’t just leave a sobbing teenage girl out in the cold…”

You considered your options and decided this strangers house, with the promise of hot food and a bed, was much more appealing than the idea of trying to find your way home at this time. “Okay, fine. I’ll come inside.”

“Yes! Good! I promise I won’t murder you, only love and kindness for those tear stained cheeks!” You couldn’t help but smile at this and, for the first time, you looked up to see this strangers face.

Holy fuckin’ shit, you thought, it’s Steve fucking Harrington.

----------

In shock after discovering that this benevolent stranger was actually King Steve, you quietly followed him into his home. You had always thought of him as a bit of a dick, but clearly you had been wrong – here he was serving you reheated mac ‘n’ cheese with a ridiculously large cup of coffee.

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way, but you kinda look like… Mmm, how can I put this nicely? Well, shit. What the fuck happened to you?” said Steve.

You looked down into your coffee, cupping it in your hands as you tried to absorb as much heat as possible, “Now, don’t take this the wrong way,” You replied, your use of his words immediately making him smile, “But I don’t really think telling a stranger my life story is a good idea…”

He smiled broadly and sat down next to you, “Ahah, okay, yeah. Fair point. I guess we’ll go from the beginning: Hey! I’m Steve, welcome to my home!”

It was your turn to laugh now and you turned to face him, “Hi Steve. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You looked down at the plate of food in front of you, suddenly realising how hungry you were. However, you were then pulled away from the food by the sound of Steve clearing his throat and you looked up to find his hand outstretched, hovering in front of you. You simply laughed as you looked to his face, “Oh my goddd Y/N! You’re supposed to shake it, jeez. Who raised you?” and with that, he reached out and grabbed your hand, shaking it vigorously. “There, now we’re officially acquainted… So, I’m no longer a stranger and you can tell me what the hell went down tonight that’s resulted in you being sat at my kitchen table eating mac ‘n’ cheese made by my beloved mother.”

You smiled at him before simply saying “At least let me eat my damn food first, I’m emotionally traumatised for Christ’s sake!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll go change and leave you to eat in peace. Do you want some fresh clothes or something? That dress is looking pretty damp and uncomfortable.” He said.

“Uh, no it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” You said, already feeling as if you had caused the boy enough trouble.

“Agh, whatever Y/N. I’ll bring you some clean clothes, I’m not having you sleep in my bed in a wet and muddy dress!”

“But-“ You went to speak, but he interrupted you.

“No buts! Now shut up and eat your frickin pasta!” He smiled before bounding upstairs, leaving you alone with your food and your thoughts. An hour ago, that would’ve been hell, but somehow Steve Harrington had banished all thoughts of Billy from your mind and all you could think about now was the delicious cheesy dish that sat steaming in front of you. And for that, you were very grateful.

{ @thisisme-allofme-anditsyours @jinx-is-fire @coolyoungbouquetdestinylove @sahdness @nicospaten @fangirlinganditswonders } 

[we-are-all-nobodies18]

OH MY GOD exaCtly

i blocked half of those tags cause it pissed me off how much the drivers were just sexualised and seen as hot/cute or whatever

like yeah they are but we're here for the SPORT if you wanted hot people why the fuck are you watching cars race???

can we talk about tyre management and how sexy that is??

the pain of being an aroace f1 girlie and wanting to complain about how some girls into f1 like to imagine romantic/sexual scenarios with the drivers and all you get recommended are ships or x readers and that repulses you personally but not wanting to come across as some controlling freak who doesn’t understand fandom culture and is a pick-me girl who values herself above other girls