#luckily it was not a lot of piss and none of it got on me

[grimark]

“so how was your shift at the hospital, grim?” well i spilled a bottle of piss on the floor but other than that it was great

[backmuscles21]

Eywa Has Her Reasonings

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Summary: You're Jake and Neytiri's eldest child, even in the forest it was hard to find a mate. Coming with your family to the Metkayina people was the best decision ever made. It would be here that you found not one but two mates and they plagued your mind until they asked you to mate with them.

Warnings: smut, oral sex, threesome, size kink, voyeurism, belly bulge, semi-public sex.

You waited your whole life to be wedded to a forest Na'vi that you grew up with, you waited and waited but it never happened. Don’t get me wrong, there were suitors but none that you liked or your parents liked. For the most part, they were friends of yours that you grew up with but you’d never see them as a mate, something was just off.

The idea of mating with some of these boys was weird, you spent all your life training with them and beating them. It didn’t feel right that there was no way that any of these potential suitors couldn’t fire arrows better than you.

You felt beaten down, here you were in the forest with no potential mates in sight. It felt like you’d never mate with anyone and it was depressing to see others your age start to mate with someone. Your mother liked to say that Eywa has her reasonings and would guide you on the right path. You hated every time she brought it up because you didn’t want to wait, you wanted what a lot of your friends had. Just not at risk for your well-being or putting up with someone you didn’t care for just because you were impatient.

Every day, you would wake up, do your chores, hang out with your siblings, help your grandmother with any wounded or sick and go to sleep. Life felt mundane, you wanted to run off into the forest with a mate and laugh and not worry about your family. But you’d have to wait, not even your friends had time for that as all of them were getting mates or having kids soon.

Then life was a little less mundane.

Watching those Na’vi bodies that clearly weren’t born Na'vi hold you and your siblings up made your heart race. You were scared to die; you were scared to lose one of your siblings. Luckily, you made Lo’ak call your dad not long before you got caught. Being held by your hair and your arms was painful, not to mention any time you fought back they pulled harder.

You understood a little English, thanks to your father and you didn’t like what you were hearing. This was terrifying, you just hoped your parents got here soon.

The man who held you had a knife to your throat as you often tried to fight to break free. It made you stay still; you didn’t want to die but watching that man go at your youngest brother made you leap into action. The knife luckily only grazed your throat but enough to hurt and spill blood, just not deadly yet. The man quickly caught your arms again as you thrashed against him, you hissed at the man in front of your brother.

He smiled which only pissed you off more, you fought harder. You were the oldest, you had to protect your younger siblings come hell or high water. Then bodies started to drop, your parents were here. You heard their calls to you and your siblings; you knew they were close.

Once you were in the safety of your parents’ arms, you finally lost your adrenaline. Your neck hurt, you only now felt the stinging pain and the blood dripping down your chest. Your mom held a cloth to your neck as she rode with you back to camp.

When you all landed, your mom brought you to your grandmother. You could hear your mother and father right outside the tent fighting, your father wanted to leave to keep you guys safe. Your mother fought to stay, for your sake, for the people’s sake.

But that didn’t help.

A few days after the attack, you were riding off to the sand shores of the Metkaiyna people.

Days later, you arrived, and all of you were exhausted and desperate. You stood by your sister, Kiri, and watched the people stare holes into your body. You held Kiri closer as you saw their eyes stare at you with such judgement, you could feel her wrap herself tighter in her shawl.

Everyone was gathered around your family, and then the chief finally joined. He stood next to his mate and you watched both of them, you stared at them intensely. She stared back at you with at first confusion then almost delight. You were lost, but she was gorgeous, the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. The chief looked menacing but also held kind eyes, he was just as beautiful as her.

You felt your brain empty as you stared at the most beautiful people in the world and suddenly the words your mom used to say echoed in your head.

Eywa had her reasonings and would guide you on the right path. This was your path; this is where you needed to be. These could be your mates. Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to be allowed to stay so you could get closer to them. Now it did occur to you that these were fully grown adults and you were merely 19 years old. They probably had at least 10 years on you, they were probably the same age as your parents. But it didn’t matter, you were already attached and you wanted them more than ever.

They allowed your family to stay, you were now to be Metkaiyna. The chief and the tshaik’s kids were to teach you and your siblings about the way of the water. You felt bad for liking them but your brain was already filled with them. Your brain wouldn’t leave them alone, all you thought about was soft and cuddly moments with them.

It was plaguing your mind, anytime you saw them, you had to stare. You knew they saw you, they always smiled back at you, to which you’d blush. You felt your heart swell when you were near them or even heard their name. You knew your father told you all to behave but you were determined to be their good girl, always ready to lend a helping hand. You wanted to impress them, you wanted them to think of you and say you’re amazing.

Most nights, even when you went to sleep, you’d dream of them. It was usually cooking dinner with Ronal or swimming with Tonowari. Maybe healing with Ronal or fishing with Tonowari. Occasionally, it got a little dirty like deep-throating Tonowari’s heavy cock or biting Ronal’s nipples. But usually, it was a soft and fluffy moment with them, like what a mated couple would do. It was ruining you, all you thought about was them and what being mated to them would be like.

You were torn, you couldn’t get them out of your thoughts but it wasn’t right to be with them. They were the same age as your parents, they had kids only a few years younger than you. But you were drawn to them, you wanted them so desperately. Your brain was at a constant war with itself, it didn’t know what to do or how to solve it.

But Eywa always had other plans.

You went on a midnight walk after you woke up from your sleep because of a dream about the mated couple. You rubbed your face a few times before you left to cool off on by the shore. You slowly walked down to the beach and pressed your toes into the sand. You walked close to the water and let the breeze pass you and cool you down. You would rub your face or run your fingers through your wind-swept hair, you were stressed over this conundrum.

You kept walking, you were getting closer to some more of the rockier parts of the shores. That’s when you heard it, it was people talking, you couldn’t make out what was being said but it was definitely two people at least. You slowly moved closer, your curiosity getting the best of you, you wanted to see who it was and what was being said. But as you got closer, you realized it was more than talking, there was moaning too.

Were you ready to see two Na’vi fucking? Probably not, but again you were curious. So, you hid behind a rock and peered your head over to see who it was. You quickly pulled your head back once you saw the two bodies and their faces.

Tonowari and Ronal.

What were the fucking odds?

You came out here to forget them pounding you into the next week not think about what it would be like to be in on that sandwich.

You kept watching, you couldn’t help yourself, they were both so gorgeous and muscular. You wouldn’t say you were into voyeurism but right now you were considering it. It was turning you on to watch Tonowari brutally fuck his mate. You watch his back muscles tense up as he holds her hips tightly, his hips thrusting very fast into hers.

You tried so desperately to be quiet, you were slowly grinding your hips onto the rock under you. You felt ashamed that this is what they were doing to you but you couldn’t stop.

You heard Ronal moaning out as Tonowari groaned deeply, they were both cumming. It made your abs clench tightly; you were so horny.

“Are you going to keep trying to get yourself off or are you going to come over and let us do it for you?”

Ronal spoke out, she wasn’t even looking at you. It made your heart stop and you froze, she was so confrontational. She eventually turned her head in your direction, you knew you were busted. You slowly stood and walked over to them.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” you said softly.

“You were not intruding. We knew you were there from the moment you walked over,” Ronal stated

You looked confused.

“Your scent, we’ve committed to memory. And you were loud before you heard us,” Tonowari explained.

“Is that why you keep looking at me?”

“You were looking first,” Ronal smiled.

“Now shall we get on with it?” Tonowari said.

Tonowari slowly pulled out of Ronal, you were standing still and you stared at Tonowari’s cum leaking out of Ronal’s pussy.

“You can watch all day or we can make you cum,” Ronal said as she sat up.

She pulled you down slowly to sit between them.

“You can say stop whenever. Don’t let us push you,” Tonowari said as he brushed some hair behind your ear and kissed you.

“We know you have been looking for a mate and we wanted to suggest that we be your mates?” Ronal said.

You pulled away from Tonowari, you turned around to face her and gave her a curious look with big doe eyes.

“If you will have us?” Tonowari said as he kissed your neck.

“I would love that,” you smiled at both of them.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Ronal smiled.

Tonowari put his arms around your torso and pulled your back into him. He used his legs to spread yours and Ronal bent over to lick at your pussy. Your body instantly responded by whimpering and squirming; it was such a good feeling made only better by Tonowari’s fingers pinching at your tits. You cried out as your legs peddled and Ronal’s tongue licked at your clit and her lips suctioned to it too.

You mindlessly gripped at the teal skin around you as you tried so desperately to ground yourself as you were getting so close to cumming.

“Let yourself relax and cum. I wanna hear you scream when you do,” Tonowari whispered in your ear as he kissed your temple.

You nodded mindlessly as you did what was asked of you, you came. The sound of slurping could’ve been heard from anywhere, then Ronal slowly sat up, her mouth glistening with your slick. Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you came down from your high. Ronal leaned over you to kiss her mate; you couldn’t help but stare at them kissing sloppily. Your body involuntarily started to roll and your hips grounded into Ronal’s.

They heard your whimpers and Ronal felt your hips meet her thunder thigh, they both smiled down at you with smirks.

“Does watching us kiss turn you on?” Ronal asked.

You nodded; your eyebrows furrowed as you were so extremely turned on.

“How do you feel about mating with us?” Tonowari asked before things went further.

“You don’t have to answer now. It’s a big decision,” Ronal continued.

You turned around to kiss Tonowari, “Yes, absolutely yes. You guys don’t leave my mind. I want to mate with you two, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

You looked back at Ronal and kissed her too. Ronal grabbed her braid and helped Tonowari move his to lay over his chest, you did the same.

“Will a three-way bond work? Especially if you guys have already mated?” You asked.

“It will, do not worry,” Ronal said connecting hers and Tonowari’s together.

She held their connected braids and they both looked at you to add yours. You slowly brought the end of your braid over to theirs, the pink tendrils moved forward to latch onto theirs and connect. Once they were entangled, you felt so much emotion, that it was overwhelming at first. The love and adoration they held for you, each other, their kids, and the clan; it was beautiful. You could only feel them, you could truly see them, you never felt so connected to another soul or souls in this case.

“I can feel how needy you are, don’t worry, Wari will take good care of you,” Ronal said as she laid you down.

Tonowari found his spot between your legs, he was solid again and he was so long. Not only that but wide too, no Omaticaya boy stood up to his length or girth, it almost made you fear for your body. Ronal and Tonowari shared a smirk as they felt what you were thinking and could feel how much it turned you on.

Your body was writhing, you couldn’t lay still, and you had both sets of hands on you. Tonowari lifted your hips and slowly pushed inside, you could feel it making its way into you and pushing on your walls. You gripped his biceps and whined out as he pushed in bit by bit, Ronal placed her hand on your arm and you turned to look at her. She moved in to kiss you, Tonowari used it as a way to bottom out while you were distracted.

Your body was so much smaller than theirs, not just because you were Omaticaya but because you were only 19. Your eyes were shut as Tonowari slowly started to move; the pleasure was overwhelming. Then you felt, who you’d assume was Ronal’s hand lay flat against your body and slide down to the bulge that had formed from Tonowari’s cock. She lightly pressed into it causing both you and Tonowari you moan, you held onto both of them slightly harder from that.

“Get on my face,” you turn to look at Ronal and spoke softly and tried to hold back your whimpers.

“As much as I want to, I can already tell this is too much for you. Next time, syulang.”

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you whimpered out

“You already are.”

You felt your abs tense harder, your hands didn’t know what to do, but you knew you were close.

“You can let go. Just let go and cum on my cock,” Tonowari whispered in your ear.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him closer to your body. Your hips jerked up into his as you came, your body was overstimulated. Tonowari moved to sit up and took your body with him, he wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. You sat on his cock while your body laid limp against his, Ronal moved in behind you and kissed your back.

“You did so well,” she said as she laid you back into her body.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at her, “can we bond?”

“You want to make tsaheylu?” Ronal asked looking down at you.

You nodded lightly; Ronal’s head flicked up from you to Tonowari across from her.

“If that is what you wish. We don’t want you to regret anything,” Tonowari said.

“With you guys, I’d never regret a single thing.”

“Then, we shall do as you wish,” Ronal said grabbing her braid and helping you get yours free.

You and hers connected first before Tonowari added his in, it made you whine out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed as you were overwhelmed with her thoughts and feelings. You felt their lust, love, neediness, their want for you in their life. Conversely, they felt your love and lust and your want to be by their side for the rest of your lives. After a short time, you went back to your bed, it was almost morning and you knew you probably reeked of them but you didn’t care. You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face, you were mated and you couldn’t be happier. You couldn’t wait to wake up and see them again, you were also worried about telling your parents that you were officially mated and would stay here even if they left.

You woke up later than everyone else, having stayed up for a few hours and getting some cardio in ensured that. You left your family’s home and walked onto the bouncy path that led to the other homes and the sandy shore. You went over to the tshaik’s tent hoping you might find one of your mates.

When you saw her mixing some stuff, your heart immediately soared. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, you ran in and sat down next to her and had your arm around her. She looked over at you and her heart warmed, she smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Did you miss me that much?” Ronal asked.

“Yes, we’re mated now and I miss both of you all the time. Even before we mated, let’s be real.”

“Well, I have to run out to help someone. But Tonowari is down by the shore, go visit him,” Ronal said as she kissed your cheek.

You both had stood up and she moved to another workstation, you were going towards the exit. You stopped and turned around, a devilish smile on your face. You ran at her again and wrapped your arms around her and held her face in your hands and pulled her down for a heated kiss. When you pulled apart, you smiled at her.

“Can I stay with you guys tonight?”

“Of course, syulang.”

She kissed you again and you ran off to find your other mate down at the shores.

You didn’t have to search long before you saw his tall and muscular teal body. You bit your bottom lip and smiled before running over to him. Your arms wrapped around his waist as your body crashed into his, at first, he thought it was one of his kids but as he lifted his arm and looked down, he saw your smiling face. He smiled at you and picked you up like you were nothing, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. He kissed your hair line and you kissed his cheek a few times, you felt so happy.

“Ronal told me where you were.”

“Did she now?”

“Yeah, she was busy helping some people. So, I came to bother you.”

“Well, good thing I think everything here is all set. How about we go on a little walk?”

“Yeah, I wanna do that.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead before putting you back on your feet. You and him walked along the sandy shores alone, with no one around to peep in or so you both thought. Kiri was in the water looking around and saw you and the chief, she saw how happy you looked, probably the happiest she’d ever seen you. She swam off to tell her siblings.

“I have to tell my parents about being mated. I don’t think my mom would care but I’m worried about my father.”

“We can have them over and tell them together. I get it, you’re Jake’s baby girl, his oldest. I know if my daughter was telling me she mated with someone I’d be worried at first but I’d have to trust her.”

“You sound so nice compared to my father. I’m worried what they will think.”

“Why are you worried? Is it because there are two of us? Or because we’re older?”

“I think everything. I mean we haven’t been here long and I’ve already mated with the chief and tshaik. Not to mention you’re about the same age as my parents and you have kids only a few years younger than me. Have you told your kids yet?”

“We haven’t told them yet, we wanted you to be there when we did. But I think your fears are valid. It's hard to do something when you haven’t done it before.”

“I think everything will be fine, at least I hope.”

Tonowari stopped you and held your face in his large finned hands and kissed you. You quickly went on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him deeper. You pulled away from him and pushed him back into some rocks, you looked around and once you knew it was clear, you dropped to your knees.

Tonowari was shocked at first but he knew what was happening and what you wanted to do. He felt himself already getting hard once you fell to your knees and once your hands were on his hips and started to untie his loincloth, he felt his cock solidify more. You let his loin cloth fall to the sand and you drooled at the sight of his large, thick, veiny cock. Your hands gripped it, you weren’t even thinking, you started to stroke it a few times to ensure it was nice and rock solid.

Your brain was on autopilot, you pressed a kiss to the leaking tip. You took him into your mouth, you pushed it deep into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks out and sucked him dry. Tonowari’s hands went into your hair as he tried desperately not to fuck your throat. Tonowari couldn’t ever imagine you’d be up for this, this was so open, more open than when he fucked you for the first time.

You felt him twitch on your tongue, you sucked the tip, pushing your tongue against the slit. Once you knew he was about to cum, you pushed him to the back of your mouth so you wouldn’t taste any of his cum. You pulled him out of your mouth and you helped him put his loincloth back on and then stood up.

“You good?”

“Super good, yawne.”

“We should probably go back.”

“You don’t want anything in return?”

“Always so ready to please, I see why Ronal loves you. Later tonight maybe.”

You and him walked back, you knew what you had to do. You needed to get Ronal, if she wasn’t busy, and go talk to your parents.

“I think I will have you two wait outside and I will talk to them and bring them out or bring you guys in? I’m not sure yet.”

“You can do whatever you want,” Tonowari said as you went to the tshaik tent.

Ronal was inside and she was moving some stuff around, you and Tonowari entered.

“What a surprise, both my mates have come to visit me.”

“It’s time,” you said as you hugged Ronal.

“For what?”

“To tell my parents. About us.”

“Ah yes, how shall we do it?”

“I’m thinking I go to them and have you waiting outside and I’ll call you in when I’m ready.”

“That’s a good idea. Let’s go then.”

You three leave and walk towards your parents’ mauri, you enter and look at your mates one more time.

“Hello my sweet daughter,” your mom hugged you. She pulled back from you and held your arms and looked at you, something about your eyes gave it away. “What is wrong my daughter?”

“I have something to tell you guys.”

“What is it?”

“I need to tell everyone.”

“What happened,” your mom looked worried.

Your siblings were there but your father wasn’t, but as luck would have it, he was just entering and with your mates in tow. You looked back to see your father and your mates.

“What’s going on?” Jake said as he looked at everyone in the room.

“I have an announcement,” you looked around the room, your eyes landing on your mates. “I mated with someone here.”

The look of shock on pretty much everyone’s faces, except Kiri’s.

“Oh, my daughter, I’m so proud of you. Who is the man?” Your mother asked holding you.

“Um, actually-“ you moved out of her hold to Tonowari and Ronal. “I’m mated to them.”

You felt your heart beating a mile a minute, now everyone’s face really held shock.

“I know what you’re thinking but I love them, I really do. I know we haven’t been here long but this is what Eywa wanted, I know it. I couldn’t stop thinking about them and when they asked, I jumped on the opportunity.”

“You’re with both of them?” Your father asked.

You nodded.

“How did that happen? Can you even bond with three people?”

“It happened naturally; it was a deep feeling. Knowing that, from a single look, I was hooked I knew that this was something divine,” Tonowari spoke before you could.

Jake was nodding while sucking his teeth, you knew he was thinking through things. He then did the motion of ‘I see you’ to them and hugged them.

“Welcome to the family.”

You felt like crying, you knew your dad was hard to please.

“Finally,” Kiri said with a slight giggle.

You all looked at her.

“What? I saw them walking, they looked in love.”

“Good to know,” you said as you went to hug her.

“Congratulations,” your mom said to you.

“Can I stay with them tonight?” you asked your parents.

“Yes. As tradition, you should be moving in with them,” your mom replied kissing your forehead.

You smiled at your family as you left with your mates, as you got closer to their mauri.

“Well, shall we finish what we started earlier?” Tonowari asked.

[daisykihannie]

𝚆𝚎𝚝 | 𝙷.𝙷𝙹

Day 4 of 8 days of kinks: Watersports

pairing: submissive top!Hyunjin x amab!reader

warnings: oromashi, water sports, piss kink, smut, nsfw, established relationship, unprotected sex, anal sex, praise, sloppy, messy, etc.

a/n: this one is half the length of the other three with a lot less plot but i hope you still like it!

@chvnlix day 4: Here

No matter how hard he tried, Hyunjin could not sit still. The pressure in his lower stomach was bordering on unbearable, his bladder was so full he was sure it could explode any moment. He didn’t want to piss his pants either, especially not while out at dinner with the boys and you. He definitely didn’t want to break the rules and go to the bathroom when you explicitly told him not to, he’s a good boy. Your good boy.

Apparently none of his members noticed the internal battle Hyunjin was losing, too enthralled in the current conversation and erupting into loud laughter every now and then. He had to cross his legs tightly to keep everything contained and even had to go as far as clamping his eyes shut and forcing himself to breathe deeper. His little whines of discomfort only loud enough to bless your ears as you sat next to him in the booth.

You were sitting on the outermost edge of the bench, trapping Hyunjin in so he didn’t even have the option to escape to the bathroom and relieve himself if he’d decided to disobey you. You could see the sheen of sweat that coated his forehead and his eyebrow as he focused completely on containing his bladder. Luckily for him, dinner was about over and soon you two could go back to your apartment and he’d get his reward. He just had to hold it a little longer.

You’d instructed him to not use the bathroom pretty early in the day so he’s had to hold it for several hours at this point. He had to hold it through recordings this morning, through dance practice where he definitely drank a lot more water than he should have, and now he’s been holding it all through dinner. Although you could watch him visibly crumbling as the minutes dragged on, he was being so good for you. All he had to do was survive the car ride home and he’d be rewarded. Hyunjin was similar to a dog in that sense, driven to be good for you through the promise of rewards after.

The ride home wasn’t very long, only about a 10 minute drive from the restaurant, but every bump in the car jostled his overfilled bladder around and he was loudly whimpering, whining, and writhing around in his seat in your car at this point. You kind of felt bad but just a little bit since you knew he’d find the reward for his obedience worth the torture. When you’d finally arrived and parked outside your apartment complex, Hyunjin was panting and you could see heavy tear drops slipping down his cheeks as he held the door handle of your car with an iron grip, knuckles white from the force.

He was stumbling a bit as he walked, each step sending shocks of pain through his bladder. Luckily you lived on the first floor so the walk was short enough for him. You both made it inside your place and as soon as you’d locked the door behind you, Hyunjin was fisting the fabric of your shirt and burying his face against your stomach. He’d collapsed to his knees and was shaking now, looking up at you with teary eyes.

“Baby, please? Please let me pee. i-i’ve been good, s-so good just please?” he begged, his voice cracking as he spoke. You ran a hand through his hair, petting him gently. “If you let go of me, we can go to the room and you can have your reward. You’ve been so so good for me all day, you’ve earned this my love.” you cooed and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Hyunjin had to force his fingers to uncurl around the fabric of your shirt, his hands shaking and another high pitched whimper escaping his throat.

Once you were free, you moved quickly to your bedroom, stripping along the way and climbing onto the bed. You got situated on your hands and knees before dropping your chest to land flush against the mattress. You craned your head to the side to look at Hyunjin over your shoulder who was struggling to get off the floor. He had to hold onto the wall as he walked, high pitched whines leaving his lips as he made his way to you.

When he looked up to see you presented for him so perfectly, you wiggled your hips at him and he saw the plug that was buried inside of you. His cock twitched at the sight and the pressure in his bladder almost made his knees buckle as he got situated between your legs. He was on his knees behind you and looking at you for instructions, his eyes still glossy with unshed tears. “Go ahead baby, take out the plug.” you instructed in a honey sweet tone.

His fingers trembled as they wrapped around the base of the plug, pulling it out of you slowly before letting it fall to his side on the bed. Your hole was eager and fluttering for him as he stared intently at it, cock hard and painful in his pants still. “That’s my good boy, go ahead and use me as a urinal. I wanna feel nice and full.” you moaned out. Hyunjin letting out his own choked moan as he pulled his pants and boxers down to the bottom of his thighs.

“A-are you sure?” Hyunjin whimpered. This is the first time you’re allowing him to use you like this and although he was more aroused than he has ever been, he didn’t want to do this if you weren’t 1000% sure. He wanted this more than he’d care to admit but he didn’t want it to happen at your expense. Even through the pain of a full bladder and his throbbing cock, he wanted to make sure you were okay first. That’s one of the many reasons you loved him so much.

“I’m sure angel, wan’ you to fill me with your piss and then fuck it in to me. Can you do that? Be a good boy for me?” you cooed, wiggling your hips again to further convince him that you wanted this as badly as him. You didn’t have any kinks relating to piss prior to being with Hyunjin. When you two discussed your kinks and Hyunjin said that one of his was bladder control and water sports, you were initially turned off by it. You’d told him that you were sorry because that wasn’t something you were into but Hyunjin had assured you that he didn’t need it to be happy and he respected the fact that you wouldn’t take part in it.

A few months later you’d gotten really curious about it and decided to watch a porn video around it. One video turned into two and then three and then for two weeks it was something you watched the most. It’d excited you so much that you began craving it, wanting to experience that warm and full feeling that came from someone pissing inside of you. You hadn’t told Hyunjin about your discovery and it had taken you close to two months to even set this all up. Bladder control was the easiest to incorporate, Hyunjin assuming you were doing it to accommodate his kink even though you weren’t interested in it.

But tonight, that was all changing because your cock was leaking at the thought of finally being filled by your boyfriend in this way. You were so needy as you waited as patiently as possible, letting out a whine at how long it was taking Hyunjin to actually do it. You figured he’d immediately jump at the offer especially with him holding his piss all day long. You were about to say something again when you finally felt the sweet stretch of him pushing into you. He buried just the tip in your walls and let out a hiss at the pressure before bringing his large hands to settle on your hips, gripping tightly at the smooth flesh while his hands were still trembling.

“That’s it, so good for me. You did so good today, go ahead and let it all go angel.” you moaned out, trying your best to reassure him but your own neediness coated your vocal cords and the words came out hot and heavy. Hyunjin whines again and you could finally feel the warm liquid entering you. You let out a heady moan at the feeling and you could feel your thighs begin to shake. The feeling was so much more intense than you’d expected and your head began to spin at how good it felt.

You were filling up fast and Hyunjin was nowhere near empty, you could feel his piss nearing where the head of his cock currently plugged you up and you were shaking pretty intensely at this point. Desperate whimpers fluttered past your lips and mixed with his own whimpers to fill the small space of your apartment. “S-so full angel. feels s’good” you moaned out and you felt his cock twitch inside you when he heard your praise and the arousal that plagued your tone.

“w-waited so long- so g-good. needed this s-so bad. thank you thank you thank you.” Hyunjin cried out, his piss beginning to leak out through the seam when his cock met the muscle of your rim. The warm liquid trickled down your thigh and began to form a puddle near your knees on the comforter. Hyunjin was close to fully emptying his bladder now, a decent sized puddle settling into the fabric of the blanket when he suddenly pushed all the way inside, burying his cock to the hilt. A loud squelch filled the air at the thrust and his piss was forced out of you and drenched his pelvis, dripping down his thighs. You gasped at the feeling and writhed under his hold as your legs threatened to buckle under you.

You were so fucking full and the feeling had your eyes rolling back in your head. Your stomach had even bloated slightly from the pressure inside your walls. “g-good boy Hyun-ie.” you whimpered and shuddered below him, cock twitching painfully. “F-fuck your piss into me now. Fill me up w-with your cock and your cum baby. N-need it.” you were whimpering and close to begging him but thankfully you didn’t need to as you felt the drag of his heavy cock against your walls and he pulled his hips back. He set a lazy pace at first and you could feel his piss sloshing around inside of you as he moved.

“H-harder angel. You know h-how i like it.” you moaned out, voice resonating from deep in your gut and coming out almost like an animalistic growl of pure desire. You needed him to ruin you and wreck you. You didn’t want to be able to walk for days or be able to form coherent thoughts for several hours after this. Hyunjin is your good boy, so who was he to deny your request? He started slamming into you, the snap of his hips against your ass was sure to bruise and the sounds of wet skin colliding filling the apartment.

On one particularly hard thrust delivered directly to your prostate, your legs collapsed out from beneath you and you were now fully laying in a puddle of piss. Your cock rutting against the mattress as Hyunjins body caged yours to the mattress as he followed you down. His chest was planted firmly against your back and he moved his head to the side to lick into your panting mouth. His tongue dragged across your teeth before you let your tongue lull out of your mouth so he could lick across the pink muscle.

His thrusts were as sloppy as the kiss had gotten, saliva coating the pillow below your head. Your moans mixed with his and the sounds the two of you made were disgustingly pornographic but it was fitting. Every sound from his cock slamming into you, the squelching of his piss being displaced by his cock, your cries and his moans, all of it was so disgustingly arousing. Your cock ached underneath your bodies, the force of your boyfriends thrusts providing stimulation and it forced your hips to rut into the soaked covers and plush mattress.

“S-so close. Feels s’good. Wan’ you to cum i-inside. please cum with me angel.” you begged around the tongue that was still dancing across your own. Your begging had Hyunjin reeling and tears falling from his eyes again from the pleasure. That was what brought his orgasm crashing into him like a semi-truck. His hips stuttering before pushing his cock as deep as possible into you and he was spilling inside you again.

The warmth of his cum had your body heating up as he filled you, your stomach bloating further from the pressure. You were crying and screaming now in ecstasy as your own orgasm racked through your body, coating the still wet fabric under your hips and coating your abdomen in the process. Your whole body was shaking and stars were bursting behind your eyelids as your eyes rolled back into your skull.

Both of you were left panting as Hyunjin’s arms finally gave out, his full body weight on top of you as you both fought to refill your lungs. As Hyunjin’s cock began to go flaccid inside of you he let out a whine. “g-gotta pee again…” he mumbled into your shoulder where his face was buried. “Go ahead baby.” you spoke in a broken voice plagued with exhaustion. Hyunjin whimpered as he let go again, the lack of space taken up by his cock now that it was soft allowed his piss to stay inside you better. He even lifted his hips enough for just the head to be inside again as he refilled you.

Your body was shuddering again at the feeling before he finished and pulled out. His piss had squirted out at him and began to pour out of you in a steady stream, also dragging his cum out in the mix. As you began to empty out you were whining in protest, the empty feeling bringing tears to your eyes as you were still floating through your residual headspace from the degrading act. Hyunjin noticed the tears spilling from your eyes and he was quick to scoop you up into his arms bridal style to carry you to the bath.

He kissed the tears as they fell, the mess still dripping out of you even after most of it had ended up on your bed. It trickled down hyunjin’s bare lower body and he placed you gently on the counter in your bathroom to begin running you a warm bath. Although he was the more submissive of the two of you, he knew you needed aftercare after a scene, especially one as degrading as being used as his urinal. He was a pro at aftercare and it was probably his favorite thing to do, loving it more than the actual sex. He’s always loved babying you and taking care of you even though you didn’t let him do it often. That’s probably why these moments were the most precious to him.

While the tub was filling up he made his way back to you, standing between your legs and massaging your sides. He peppered your face and shoulders with kisses while he praised you. “So perfect for me. I love you so much. Thank you for this.” he assaulted your face again with kisses, causing you to giggle at how it tickled. “Thank you.” a kiss. “Thank you.” another kiss. “I love you so so much. You’re too good to me. I don’t know how I deserve you.” Hyunjin continued to praise you even during the bath where he was seated behind you in the water.

You lied against his body as he washed your body thoroughly and gently, kissing you and praising you even while he got the two of you dressed, changed the sheets and blankets on the bed, and held you tightly to his body while you both cuddled. He sang you soft melodies to lull you to sleep while massaging your scalp lovingly, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms with a smile on your face, feeling thoroughly loved and cared for. You’ll marry this man one day, you were sure of it.

[balkanradfem]

The story of a broken christmas toilet

So the first thing that happened to me on the christmas morning, is I went to the bathroom, and toilet didn't work - no water. Weirded out by this, I opened up the water tank, and the water poured in as soon as I messed with the floatie. I thought this fixed it, only to realize minutes later, that the toilet is now leaking water.

I've never fixed the toilet before, especially not a leaking one, opening up the tank and peering inside was the height of my knowledge. But, I was ready to figure it out. I tried to mess with the parts that were leaking and make them tighter, only to immediately make it leak worse. Panicked, I quickly found the valve that shuts down the water in the bathroom. Now the toilet doesn't leak, but I also can't use the shower or the basin.

Looking at more youtube videos, I concluded that the valve that lets water into the tank, has loosened and broken inside, and there was no fixing it, I'd have to buy a spare part. But as it was christmas, all stores were closed, and would be closed for tomorrow as well.

I had some wrenches I acquired while fixing my own bike, and none of them were big enough to dismantle the tank, but comparing the size, I could tell which sizes I did need. I would ask a friend if she could lend me the right tools, but as my friend wouldn't be visiting for a few days, I had to make do with a non-functional bathroom.

Luckily I love the old methods of washing - using a sponge to bubble up and then pouring heated water from a jug to rinse, that is a very gentle way to experience warm water. I would sometimes wash that way just to not have to use the boiler - because it's a great energy saver.

Anyway, my friend brought the tools to me, and I set on to dismantle the tank. She stood outside the bathroom saying 'I don't know anything about toilets', too intimidated to join in. But I wasn't having it, I called her in to look because, armed with my youtube knowledge, I recognized the broken part, and now knew for sure what I had to replace.

That afternoon, I headed to a hardware store, and since it way my first time there, I asked an employee if he could get me that exact part - I had the original with me. He told me they were 'all the same' and handed me the cheapest one. I pointed out it was important for the brass part to be the same width - and he said it was.

So I bought it, and upon installing it in my toilet, the toilet was now leaking from the outside, where the new part was fixed into the wall pipe. I got confused, dismantled it and put it back together a few times, but nothing worked, it only leaked worse each and every time. Devastated, I went to check how others were doing it, and if I maybe lost a part, or forgot to do something, or had to play with the pressure more, or maybe my arms weren't strong enough. But every other person was fastening it in the exact same way, I wasn't doing anything wrong.

I dismantled the thing again, and compared the new and the original part. The metal part that goes into the wall pipe seemed the same width, and I had to stare really long to notice, but there was the tiniest, millimeter difference in how big the waves in it were. Pissed, I went back to the store, to ask the employee if they had any correct replacement parts, and he had absolutely no idea, so I asked him to unpack multiple ones until I found the exact same size I was looking for. I had to go through the lengthy and annoying process of exchanging the part, but once I got home, I put it together in 20 seconds.

And it worked. My toilet works again. I can now fix toilets. Self-assigned plumber.

I had to do a lot of following my instincts and believing that I can notice what is wrong, and when someone who is supposed to be more expert than me, is giving me false info. Most of this was just about confidence! It is absolutely no-brainer to fasten one pipe to the other if they're the correct size, any kid could do it if shown even once.

If I can do this, even without prior knowledge or tools, with other people giving me negative amounts of help, then anyone can! Any house-repair we usually think m*n can do, are just putting puzzles together, created to be simple and intuitive, and we are very well equipped for it, all it takes is confidence and curiosity in how it works.

[captain-mj]

Bender

Tried to write four different asks, got super indecisive and wrote something about 09 SoapGhost who none of the asks were about

Ghost woke up slowly and a little bitterly. His head was pounding. Mouth dry as cotton. Luckily all of his clothes were intact but there was a certain grime to them As if he had been out in the rain or maybe fell.

Something moved and he instinctively went for the knife stashed under his pillow.

"Morning, Lieutenant Riley."

"Johnny." Ghost relaxed just as his hand brushed thin air. He wasn't at the flat he lived where a knife was stashed under a pillow.

"Don't Johnny me." His Captain spat, looking pissed. "Ya come to my door. Reeking of alcohol and weed. Groveling. You take anything else last night?"

Through the pounding in his head, Simon thought through it. "Don't think so, sir."

His Captain looked at him and something like regret curled inside him, so thick it choked out his lungs. Luckily, MacTavish softened a little when he saw the look in his eyes. "Aye. Get up. You can take a shower. I don't have any tea so coffee will have to do."

Ghost sat up slowly and adjusted his mask. "What day is it?"

"Sunday."

His last sober memory was on Thursday night so not as bad as he thought. He wondered why his drunken, high brain thought this was the best place to go though.

Ghost stood. "I can shower later. Don't want to be these clothes right back on."

"Nonsense. Those are going in the wash. You can wear some of mine."

"Jo-"

"That's an order, Riley."

Ghost bit his tongue. They weren't in the field or on base. He had ever right to tell him to shove it. But no. Johnny was the one person he'd led order him around and he knew it. Took advantage of it.

So Ghost followed the fucking order. He handed Soap his clothes through the door, careful for no skin to show besides his hand and wrists. He turned the water on hot, deciding if he had to take one, he was also going to use all of Soap's hot water. It felt nice as the water worked some semblance of life back into him.

Soap must've gotten out the good stuff cause he could smell the coffee even in the bathroom. He used Soap's vanilla scented stuff and the man's loofah since he hadn't had the foresight to give Ghost something else to use.

Ghost even used his fancy hair stuff, working the "Clarifying shampoo", whatever that meant, and conditioner into his hair in turn. He wrapped a towel around himself and checked outside the door for clothes. When he didn't see anything, he called for Soap, waiting patiently.

Soap appeared almost immediately to give him underwear. "I have bandages. You injured anywhere."

Ghost's heart spasmed in his chest as he looked over his body. He slid on the underwear during his inspection. "No, I'm in good condition."

A beat of silence before Soap responded. "Don't believe you."

"Want to check yourself?"

"You offering?"

Ghost's turn to be quiet. He glanced at himself. As far as he could see, he really did look fine. If he told Soap he wasn't offering, they'd move on like nothing happened.

"That was inappropriate-"

"Yes. I'm offering." Ghost cut Soap off.

The door opened and he used the towel to dry his hair, doing his best to seem a lot more confident than he was.

Soap didn't look at him in disgust. That was a good place to start. He reached forward and grabbed Ghost's jaw gently, tilting his head back and forth. "Got some bruises."

Ghost tried to remember anything happening. "Don't think I slept with anyone."

It was a piss poor attempt at a joke, but the way Soap's grip tightened on him... a flutter ran through his chest. Close to fear, but too closely related to trust. If Soap hit him, he'd know it was cause he deserved it.

Soap swallowed hard, searching over Ghost for... something.

"Do you not like the idea of me sleeping with someone else?"

"I don't care about that." His body language told a different story. All tensed up like a bowstring. Jaw rigid.

"You purposely have me stripped to my fucking underwear, Captain. You have a death grip on me. And you look pissed. Starting to think you might like me Captain."

Soap frowned. "Course I like you, Simon." It was too honest. Too open. Ghost broke the moment, even if he didn't forgive himself for doing it.

"You promised coffee."

Soap forgave him. Course he did. "I did, didn't I? Let me get you more clothes." His eyes roamed over him one more time. Just... making sure. But Ghost was fine.

Simon wasn't. Simon wished very much he deserved the concern Johnny was showing him.

There was something firmly between them. If they just... knew how to get around it. If Ghost knew how to get around it.

Soap made him a cup of coffee. "Don't have any more benders like that."

"yes sir."

[agaypanic]

can I request benny weir with a vampire gf?! ayghhh theyd be so cute together because she feels the need to protect him at all times and he gets all flustered and stuff ykwim😭

Benny Weir With a Vampire Girlfriend Headcanons

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I like to think vampires are territorial to some degree

So the second you start dating Benny, you become way more protective than you would be of a friend

If someone’s flirting with him, you put a stop to that right away

Even if he’s trying to tell them that he’s not interested because he has a girlfriend

You were waiting for Benny in the cafeteria with the gang. Usually, you’d walk together, but you had forgotten to grab a juice box of blood for lunch, so you had to race home to grab one. 

“Shouldn’t Benny be here by now?” You asked the group. None of you were in his period before lunch, so he usually kept to himself. This meant that if you didn’t walk with him, he’d race right to the cafeteria. But it had been ten minutes, and he still wasn’t here. “I’m kind of worried.”

“He’s probably fine, Y/n,” Sarah said reassuringly, patting your arm. 

“Why don’t you just listen for him?” Rory asked. You raised a brow.

“Don’t you mean look for him, Rory?”

“No, listen. If he’s anywhere in the school, you could probably pick up on it.” It had suddenly occurred to you that one of the perks of being undead was you had gained an incredible sense of hearing. 

“Huh, Rory having a good idea. That’s a first.” Erica muttered. You started tuning everyone out, searching for your boyfriend with your ears. You shut your eyes tight to focus. Starting out faint, you started to hear his voice.

“I should really get to lunch.” He said, laughing somewhat nervously. You didn’t have to wonder why because a voice near him responded.

“Oh, okay.” It seemed pouty, but soon turned flirtatious. “Wanna walk together?” Your stagnant blood started to boil. He was talking to some girl, probably from his class. You could practically hear her playing with her hair, trying to get more of his attention. 

You don’t know what came over you. You knew Benny could handle himself, but there was some instinct in you telling you to get that girl as far from him as possible. One second, you were sitting in the cafeteria, about to leave dents in the table from how hard you were gripping it in anger. 

The next, you were rounding the corner, heading straight for the two. 

The girl leaned against the lockers by Benny’s classroom, staring at him with a dreamy look. You were even more pissed, only you got to look at him that way. Luckily, Benny looked like he was looking for any way out of there. And you were about to give him his escape. You were just waiting for an opening.

“I usually walk with my girlfriend, who’s waiting for me right now. So I should go.” The girl seemed disappointed in his answer, but quickly recovered.

“Well, she doesn’t seem like that good of a girlfriend. If I was dating you, you’d never have to walk anywhere alone.” Wow, that’s fucking creepy.

“It’s a good thing I’m here now, then.” You said, stepping into their view. Benny’s mood visibly brightened while the girl scowled. “Ready, Bens?” You held your hand out, which he grasped immediately. The two of you walked back to the cafeteria, leaving the sulking girl in the dust.

“Thanks, Baby. That chick would not let up.”

“I was about to suck her dry.” You grumbled. 

“Well, I know something else you could suck dry,” Benny smirked at his own joke.

“Oh my God, you’re disgusting.” You pushed him away but still laughed.

You scare him with mirrors

A lot

It’s not intentional half the time

After all, it’s not your fault you don’t have a reflection anymore

You and the gang were having one of your regular sleepovers, complete with video games, junk food, and having to watch after Ethan’s little sister. Luckily, you all stayed up later than Jane, so she was soon tucked into bed and out like a light.

“Benny, go wash your hands when you’re done. I don’t want pizza grease on my controllers.” Ethan grimaced as he watched his best friend practically inhale the food. Sometimes Benny joked that he was eating for the both of you, since you weren’t able to enjoy human food anymore. It was a sweet gesture, but it also baffled you how much he could eat without getting sick.

“Ugh, fine,” Benny responded after swallowing his last piece. He went to give you a kiss, but you pushed him away.

“When you’re less messy.” He pouted, sulking all the way to the bathroom. You leaned against the island, immediately getting off when you felt something on your arm. Someone must have spilled some soda because there was a small puddle on the island, and your arm was now wet and sticky. 

Grimacing, you went to the bathroom to wash off your arm. Stopping at the doorway, you waited for your turn as Benny washed his hands. When he washed all the soap off, you thought he would dry off. But instead, he grabbed one of the washcloths in the towel cupboard that the Morgan’s had and dipped it in the water. He leaned in close to the mirror and started washing his face. 

When Benny’s face was cleaned, he threw the washcloth in the laundry basket. Thinking he was alone, and being the dork he was, he started doing random poses in the mirror. You would’ve kept watching if you weren’t so bothered by your sticky arm. But luckily, he spun around and jumped in surprise at your presence. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“How long have you been standing there?” He asked, a bit embarrassed. You nudged him a bit, so you had room to wash up.

“Just a few minutes.” You said as you scrubbed. “I’m surprised you didn’t see me in the mirror.”

“Uh… Y/n…” You looked up, confused but soon realized what he meant. Sometimes you forget that having no soul meant no reflection. But you tried not to think of it like that, so you laughed.

“Oh, right.” You dried off and looked at Benny, just to see that he was already looking at you.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked. “I’m mess-free.” He held up his now clean hands and gestured to his clean face.

“Sure.” You grinned, arms winding around his neck to bring him to your level. He pressed a hand to your back to bring you closer as he kissed you.

The two of you probably would’ve stayed in there forever if you weren’t interrupted.

“No making out in my bathroom!”

You always team up when you and the gang are fighting monsters or looking for clues

A warlock and a vampire are a dynamic duo

Especially when they’re dating, and the vampire won’t let anything happen to her warlock

This fight seemed very ironic to you. Ethan had a vision that the school’s annual blood drive was being run by vampires. You couldn’t let these nurses get away with all this blood for themselves. But while you fought them off, you were fighting your own urges to break into the truck that had all the blood.

But there was a problem with the truck. Two fellow vampires, Rory and Erica, were stuck in the truck that was full of blood. So while you, Ethan, and Sarah tried fighting the demonic nurses off, Benny tried breaking Rory and Erica out. Your job was to keep the nurses away from Benny so he could focus on opening the doors.

“How cute. You seem to have your own blood bag.” One nurse sneered at you. “Mind if I have a bite?” She sped at you, and it took all your strength to keep her away from your boyfriend. Kicks and punches were thrown with fangs bared.

“Find your own blood bag!” You launched her across the small parking lot with a powerful kick. You turned to Benny, who was now staring at you. “You okay?”

“That was so cool.” He whispered. You grinned, about to respond, when you sensed the nurse recovering. You raced towards her, and the two of you continued your fight. Benny stared at you, somewhat flustered, knowing you were doing all of it to protect him.

“Benny!” The boy was brought out of his thoughts by Ethan yelling at him. “Focus!”

“Sorry!”

[schrijverr]

An Odd Job

5 times Buck drops some random information about his time traveling and the odd jobs he worked + 1 time they realize it’s not that at all.

AKA a Navy Seal Buck AU where his years traveling were a cover for missions.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: guns, military, mentions of death and violence

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1. Rappelling Down

The first time it happens is on a call, something the 118 isn’t new to. Buck is still on probation, but has already settled in quite a bit. He’s a friendly guy and having people around him makes him thrive, as does the work. Even if he’s a bit irresponsible now and then.

Right now, they’re answering a call about a kid who climbed out of the apartment building window when playing spy then got stuck on a ledge high up. They can’t reach it with the ladder, so they’re rappelling down from the roof.

As Buck is strapping himself into the harness and getting ready to go over, he grins: “Oh, I missed this.”

“What, the few times in training got you hooked?” Chimney grins, while Hen and Bobby shake their head slightly at their newest recruit.

“Nah, used to rappel down all the time before this,” Buck answers, fasting the last bits.

“What?” Hen asks, checking his lines, just to be sure.

“Oh, I traveled a lot. Did odd jobs. One of them was at a rappelling business. Let me tell you, real handy when training for this,” Buck says, sending her a big beaming smile, before getting on the edge of the roof and expertly jumping down.

The kid has his foot stick in a fence, which isn’t optimal for getting him out, but has luckily prevented him from falling. Buck first secures him in a harness of his own, attaching that to himself, as he radios for Chimney to come join him with a saw.

Once Chimney is down there, he hands the saw to Buck so he can check the injury. Despite being attached to the kid and working in Chimney’s area, Buck stays out of the way the entire time. It’s not often like that, even with seasoned firefighters. Working when dangling form a building is always harder than on the ground.

So, when they’re back up on the roof, Chimney claps Buck on the back and grins: “Nice work out there. That rappelling business must be pretty good.”

“Yeah, one of the best,” Buck returns, his grin slightly knowing in a way Chimney can’t place.

However, before he can ask about it, Bobby cuts in: “You did well, but don’t get overconfident. You are not playing spy out here, you just saw what can happen if you do.”

“Guess I’m not,” Buck nods. “Won’t let it happen, Cap.”

“Good, now lets pack up.”

2. Shrapnel Wounds

Eddie has been confused about Buck all day long. The guy fucking hates him for no reason since the second he arrived, and for what, because he gets along with his team? That’s a good thing. Even if it’s not all the team, apparently.

However, mostly Eddie has been curious about what is up with him while they actually work. This case with the shrapnel has made Buck quite a mystery to Eddie. Because he’s been having a one sided pissing contest all day with Eddie, but he clearly knows something about this sort of thing, but he’s not saying anything.

He first notices that Buck doesn’t want to see the wound. This is not that strange and he brushes it off, but a part of him supposed Buck was the kind of guy who would want to see it, maybe get a kick out of it. But he hadn’t, just got to work with a familiar disinterest, as if this was nothing new.

Then, it’s in the ambulance. Sure, he brings up the rebar as way to be annoying, but when Eddie uncovers the gold cap, Buck’s face gets worried before Eddie can explain the difference between the caps, as if he’d already known.

Buck also offers to go into that ambulance way too easily, strapping on the bullet proof vest as if he’s done it multiple times before. Eddie is pretty sure that is not common, even in LA.

But the final confusing piece of the puzzle is after they get the thing out and wheel their patient over to the hospital. He and Buck have found a camaraderie together and he’s about to let the whole thing go when the bomb in the ambulance explodes.

Bobby flinches immediately, while Eddie doesn’t react at all, used to it. Buck does an interesting mix of both. Eddie watches him not react, then flinch a little too exaggerated with a delay.

Unable to help himself, he asks: “This not your first bomb call?”

“What?”

“I mean, you kinda seemed to know what was happening today,” Eddie explains, gesturing to Buck.

“All the military explosives stuff?” Buck asks and Eddie nods. There’s a flicker of something, but Eddie doesn’t know him well enough to place it, before it’s wiped away as Buck grins and claps him on the back. “Nah, man, you’re the one that can know about all that stuff, I just followed you lead.”

“Seemed mighty comfortable with that explosive,” Eddie pushes, even though he knows he shouldn’t, because they are just getting along and having good team dynamic is so important.

Buck, fortunately doesn’t seem to care, throwing an arm around him as he says: “I traveled a lot, landmines are surprisingly common when you get to the wrong places by accident. First time up close though. What do you say about a drink to celebrate your first explosion with the 118.”

3. Molotov Cocktails

They are on duty, but not on a call when Buck makes another reference to his travels. Though, they have just returned from a call when he does.

He is joining them at the couches, right as Hen says: “I can’t believe those kids thought it was a good idea to try and see if molotov cocktails worked like they did in the movies.”

“And without a plan if the answer was yes too,” Chimney huffs, a little annoyed since he lost an eyebrow due to the incident.

“Not to mention that they made shitty molotov cocktails,” Buck joins in plopping down on the couch. “I mean, if you’re going to do it, at least do it right. Everyone knows benzine or oil is better for it than fricking vodka.”

He gets himself situated and takes a sip of coffee before looking at everyone, who is giving him judgmental and/or confused looks. “What?” he says.

“How do you know that, Buck?” Hen asks, raising a brow at him and titling her head in a very specific and scary way.

“Hey, I didn’t do that,” Buck defends himself.

“Okay, so do tell. How does our little bad boy know the best way to make a molotov cocktail, huh?” Eddie teases.

“I was a bartender for a bit in Peru. One of the older guys there was involved in some of the civil unrest, knew stuff, liked talking about it. Can’t blame me for listening when he was talking big explosions and fires,” Buck grins at them, a little sheepishly.

“You’re a firefighter,” Hen deadpans.

“I had a fascination?” Buck suggests, more than tries to justify himself.

“You sure are something, man,” Eddie laughs, tugging Buck towards him so he can ruffle his hair in a way he knows annoys the shit out of Buck.

“Oh fuck off,” Buck rolls his eyes as he attempts to fight Eddie off, though it’s a weak attempt. He likes the camaraderie they have, the family he’s built. Even if he’s not completely honest with them about everything.

4. The Gun

This situation is bad. Very bad. LAFD rarely has to deal with unsecured scenes and suspects still on the loose, especially when the suspect has a firearm. However, rarely doesn’t mean never and this is pretty bad.

There is a victim bleeding to death and stuck out there, but a gunman still on the lose. The 118 want to move in so they can save this woman’s life, but the LAPD isn’t letting them.

Of course they understand that they have to be safe, however, it hurts to see someone in need of aid and to be there with all their gear, yet be unable to do anything. It’s not in their nature. It’s against their nature in fact.

Bobby is arguing loudly with the police on the scene, until he gets his way. The shooter is apparently far enough away that they deem it safe to move in, albeit with escort. Thankful for that, the 118 get to work.

Sadly, not everything goes to plan, the gunman circles back and their escort partially leaves to be back up. Not moments later the gunman comes running around the corner, an assault rifle in hand and a whole lot of police on his trail.

What is left of their escort tightens rank as shots cease to be fired, since they’re now in the line of fire.

A brave idiot tackles the shooter from the side and the gun slips from the man’s hand as they scramble on the floor. Everyone is advised to stay back, but Buck is already running, snatching the gun up from the ground and disarming it, chucking the ammo as far away as he can before going in the other direction.

The police get the man in cuffs, but Athena is stalking towards him, snatching the gun out of his hand as she snaps: “What in the hell were you thinking? Or were you not thinking?”

“I just wanted to make sure he couldn’t grab it and injure someone else,” Buck says, looking back more defiantly than expected.

“And why on God’s green earth did you think you knew how to do that?” Athena interrogates further.

“I, uh,” Buck rubs the back of his head, his face becoming sheepish as he says: “I worked at a paintball range. Pretty accurate those things.”

“A paintball range?” Athena repeats, her tone implying that there will be a bigger lecture later and Buck won’t be able to escape from her.

5. Parachute Skills

“What an incredibly reckless and unbelievably stupid thing to do, firefighter Buckley,” Bobby berates Buck, who is still unbuckling himself from a parachute.

“It was the best call and you know it, Cap,” Buck argues back, not taking the admonishing when he knows he’s right. “If I hadn’t climbed into that plane, we never would have made it out with the patient alive.”

Behind them they hear a relieved Chimney exclaim: “Patient is stable, ready for transport. Let’s move.”

As if to say, see, point proven, Buck raises his brows at Bobby and opens his arms.

“You got onto an unsecured plane balancing on the edge of a cliff, against my direct orders, then proceeded to jump out of it with a patient, while you have no qualifications to do so,” Bobby reminds him.

“It was the fastest way to get him to medical help, since air evac wasn’t gonna be here on time. I knew what I was doing,” Buck says, obviously hurt that Bobby doesn’t trust him.

“I don’t think you did,” Bobby replies, a hint of desperation and disappointment coating his voice. “You do things without thinking them through, because you assume everything will work out fine, but one of these days, it won’t. You take unnecessary risks and you don’t follow orders.”

“I follow orders just fine, I’m just also capable of making risk assessments by myself,” Buck scowls. “He had a femoral artery bleeding, no spinal injuries. He needed to go to an ambulance and fast, we couldn’t get him out there on time. He had to go down. I found a way down.”

“By parachuting!?” Bobby shouts.

“Yes, by parachuting!”

“Did you ever stop to think how wrong that could go, Buck? For Pete’s sake you’re a firefighter, we see these accidents. You could’ve made the patient’s situation worse and injured yourself.”

“And did you ever stop to think that I knew what I was doing?” Buck yells back, chest heaving in frustration and anger. “You really think that I wasted my early twenties seeing the world without jumping out of a few planes? Do you think I would’ve put that patient’s life at risk like that? Is that really what you think of me?”

Bobby can see in his eyes how much he’s hurting and then realizes how he doesn’t want to have this screaming match. He takes a deep breath, then replies in calmer voice: “No matter how much you know, accidents can still happen and on paper, you don’t have the qualifications to do this. If something had gone wrong, you would’ve been on the hook for it. You still might be.”

Buck looks away, still frowning and his jaw set. He brushes past Bobby, nearly colliding with him as he bites: “Fine, next time I’ll let the patient die, if that’s what you want.”

+1. Sniper Dora

After the parachute incident, which luckily had been cleared up without major consequences for Buck’s job, things had settled within the 118. Buck now had the papers to make such a rescue within their parameters in the future and he and Bobby had worked it out best they could.

However, things are still a bit weird between them. Bobby knows there is something about the whole thing that he doesn’t know, but prodding makes Buck shut down. Meanwhile Buck knows the Captain can’t help it, but he still wishes the other would trust him more, not always immediately think him irresponsible or reckless.

Then the call comes in.

A chopper has hit a high rise and is stuck without a way to get in. It’s a military chopper too and they’re requested to coordinate with the commander on site about how best to deal with the cargo… whatever that cargo may be.

They arrive to the roof, so that they can start securing the chopper before attempting a rescue. There is a man that greets them, wearing combat gear, gun slung over his shoulder. He shakes Bobby’s hand, explaining that he was in the chopper that’s parked on the roof, before something was wrong with the other one and it went down.

“We’ll get it secured and try to get your men out safe and sound,” Bobby assures him.

“Thank you, Captain,” the man nods, before he calls out: “Oi, Dora, that you? Hope you still have that killer aim, I’m gonna a need a favor before you can secure that chopper.”

Everyone is now confused, however, before Bobby can ask for clarification, Buck replies, much to everyone’s surprise. He sighs: “I really hate that call sign, Dig. But I can still aim.”

He walks forward and shakes the man’s – Dig apparently – hand, before pulling him into a bro-hug. As Dig claps him on the back, he says: “Great, because we were transporting an informant in that chopper that I need tranqued, because this has turned into a hostage situation.”

Dig hands Buck some sort of gun that he takes without blinking as the 118 just stares at the duo in confusion. Buck raises an eyebrow at Dig and smirks: “What happened to informant?”

“Hey, I never said willing informant,” Dig holds his hands up in surrender.

“Of course,” Buck says, taking the safety of the gun and peering over the edge.

“Okay, can someone please tell me what’s happening,” Bobby interrupts.

“Yes, who allowed Buck to have a gun,” a concerned Hen adds.

“Buck?” Dig asks Buck.

“Better than Dora, right,” Buck grins back.

Dig turns to the others and says: “Dora, or Buck, here, worked with my team, before he worked with yours. This is need to know only, so let’s keep this part off the records. I’ll say Nugget took the shot.”

“Nugget, really?” Buck asks, nearly offended, looking back to the parked chopper.

One of the guys sitting on the side raises his hand and smiles: “Sup, Dora.”

“Sup, Nugget,” Buck returns, before refocusing on his task.

“And why will Buck take the shot when you have other personnel available?” Bobby demands.

“Cause my usual sniper is down there,” Dig nods down to the chopper.

“Sniper?” Eddie repeats, looking at Buck.

The others follow suit and Buck squirms under the attention. He blushes: “Let’s keep the questions until after we secured the chopper, okay. It can still go down unless we do something. We don’t have time for this.” To Dig he says: “What’s the guy’s name?”

“Tim.”

“Tim?” Buck repeats, surprised.

“I don’t know what to tell you, man, but it’s Tim,” Dig shrugs.

“Alright,” Buck shrugs, leaning over the edge and calling out: “Hey, Tim. I see you have a gun there. You can aim it at my face, but with your vantage point, there’s a higher chance you’ll hit the blades and the bullet will ricochet and maybe hit you, or you break the blades and the chopper goes down. You can surrender now and we’ll come rescue you, no harm, no foul.”

“No, you won’t take me again, I have the power now,” Tim yells back.

“Okay, your call,” Buck replies, getting ready to make the shot.

In the background he can hear Chimney asking: “If, uhm, Tim down there has a bad vantage point to make a shot, how do we know Buck’ll make it?”

“Of course he’ll make the shot,” Dig huffs out in amusement. “There’s no better shot than Dora. Never worked with a better sniper since him. Was sad to see him go.”

Buck blocks it all out, he takes a deep breath, holds it, aims and fires. It’s a fluid motion, one born out of a lot of practice. He keeps holding it, until the tranq makes contact with the target. When he has established he made the shot, he calls out: “Target hit, chopper cleared of hostiles.” He hands Dig the gun back and starts grabbing his usual gear as he says: “Let’s go secure this thing.”

This isn’t an easy or routine job, so most slap on their professionalism as they set to freeing the men trapped in the chopper. However, Buck feels the glances the entire time.

Still, in a way, it’s good to see old friend again. Even if they’re all still dickheads. They secure the chopper to the roof, allowing for the blades to be turned off, then rappel in. As Buck lands, Gus grins: “Hey, it really is you. I thought Dig was pulling our leg.”

“Couldn’t let you sit here, someone had to come save your ass,” Buck says, attaching Gus to his harness so they can be pulled up.

“It’s good to see you, Dora,” Gus says.

“Yeah, yeah, still hate that name,” Buck rolls his eyes, but the tone is fond.

“Oh come on, those ladies were right you know, you truly are adorable. Few years and you’re still baby faced.” Gus’s face is nearly splitting in two with that shit eating grin of his, pinching Buck’s cheek.

Buck hands him over to Chimney for a quick check up, saying: “He might seem like he has a head injury, he doesn’t. Gus over here is just naturally that stupid.”

“You love me,” Gus singsongs.

“I hate you,” Buck singsongs back, jumping back over the edge to get the next guy.

Soon everyone, including the tranqued informant, has been rescued and checked over. There are people on the way to get the chopper down properly, but the others will continue on. They have places to be and manage to fit themselves into the one chopper.

Though not before saying their goodbyes with Buck, making him promise to come hang out with them again. Buck smiles broadly at all of them, returning hugs and claps on the back as he returns to promise to stay in touch.

The second that chopper is off the roof, everyone is on Buck. Chimney slides up next to him first, saying: “So, why Dora?”

“Ugh,” Buck groans. “It’s almost as embarrassing as your Chimney story. Infiltrated the wrong house, bunch of nice ladies though. Helped them with their door and they kept calling me adorable, which…”

“Got shortened to Dora over time,” Eddie fills in, knowing how that works.

“Yup.”

“God, glad I remained Diaz throughout my service,” Eddie grimaces in sympathy, as Buck gives him a pained nod of thanks.

Bobby appears in front of Buck crossing his arms as he gives him this questioning look. “Care to explain exactly what Dig meant with you running with his team before running with ours.”

“I, uh- I was a Navy SEAL, before joining the 118,” Buck explains, rubbing the back of his head.

“I thought you said you dropped out of training to become a Navy Seal, because you couldn’t turn off your emotions, become a robot like they wanted you too,” Bobby says.

“That was only half a lie,” Buck defends himself, though he looks apologetic about it. “That is the reason I quit, I just didn’t quit training, but the force itself. I mean, being a SEAL is pretty good, but at some point, it- it just started to weigh on me.”

“Being a sniper can be rough,” Eddie says. “Some of my buddies from the army were snipers, they always had a look in their eyes.”

“Yeah,” Buck agrees, his own eyes becoming far away. “You- It’s not a firefight wherein everyone is shooting. You line up that shot and watch it through to the end. You know it’s you, you know what you did. I didn’t want take lives. I joined the army to serve, to keep people safe, but that’s not what they do. I couldn’t stay there.”

It’s a lot darker than what they’re used to from their youngest member and all look at him for a moment.

Hen steps forward first, sling an arm around Buck as she gently smiles: “Well, I’m glad you found a place here, with us. Doing what you want to do. What you were made to do.”

Buck smiles back at her, the life thankfully returning to his eyes. He tugs her hug closer and says: “I am also glad I found you guys.”

“So, why did you hide it?” Chimney asks as they make their way back down to the engine. “I mean, being a Navy SEAL is about as cool as it gets. Didn’t think you had it in you to keep that hidden.”

“Well, contrary to popular belief, I am not as irresponsible as I look, and like Dig said, it’s mostly need to know basis,” Buck shrugs.

“The parachute,” Bobby says knowingly.

“The parachute,” Buck agrees. “Told you I knew what I was doing.”

“I couldn’t have known,” Bobby points out rightfully and Buck gives a conceding nod.

“None of us could. Hell, Maddie doesn’t know, she told me about the postcards, those were mostly from US soil. How did you pull that off?” Chimney comments. “And why?”

Buck answers: “I asked the others to ask partners, spouses, parents, siblings to send them empty cards so I could send them to Maddie. Took pictures when I dressed up for undercover work. I lied to Maddie, because I didn’t wanna worry her. She already had enough going on with Doug and our parents. Easier to be careless and free, than in danger.”

“You have to tell her,” Chimney says.

“Yeah, you really do,” Hen agrees. “You know Chimney can’t keep a secret to save his life. She’ll have heard all about it by the time he’s through the door.”

“Can’t you keep this one?” Buck pleads as they drop of their gear.

“Nu-uh, no way,” Chimney says, getting into the engine. “I am gonna drive myself crazy if you make me do that.”

“But now she’s gonna worry all over me, even though I’m fine,” Buck whines, showing them he’s still their Buck.

“She’s an older sibling, it’s what they do,” Eddie says, patting him on the back as he passes.

“You all are the worst,” Buck pouts.

“For wanting you to not lie to your sister about what you’ve been up to for the last few years?” Bobby asks.

“Yeah!” Buck exclaims, throwing up his hands. “She is such a worrywart, you have no idea what our childhood was like. Her worrying is truly something of legends. Back me up here, Chim.”

“Oh no, I’m staying on her good side in case any of this ever comes back to her,” Chimney backs out as fast as he can.

“That is so unfair,” Buck whines some more.

“No, what is unfair is you trying to put me in the middle of the Buckley family drama, Dora,” Chimney argues back.

“We are so not calling me Dora,” Buck warns.

“Then tell your sister,” Eddie says, before driving away.

“Yes, or Dora will definitely stick. We’re persistent,” Hen backs him up.

“Why are you all ganging up on me?”

“Come on, you’re big tough, macho Navy SEAL guy, surely you can take us mere civilians,” Chimney taunts.

“Eddie is an army guy too,” Buck points out.

“Yeah, army not SEALs, you can be the one that knows about all that stuff now,” Eddie says.

“You still remember that?”

“Course, I thought there was something weird about you during that shrapnel call. I mean, I wouldn’t have guessed this, but your excuses got a little weird during that one,” Eddie shrugs.

“Oh my god,” Chimney says, just realizing something. “That rappelling business you worked at, did you mean the US government. You called the Navy SEALs a rappelling business.”

“I mean, they technically are when you think about it,” Buck defends himself. “They sure made me do a lot of rappelling and rappelling training.”

“I can’t believe you,” Hen shrieks, though it’s slightly delighted.

“And I assume the paintball range you worked for according to Athena is also the US government,” Bobby joined in.

“God, you’re excuses were pretty bad in hind sight.”

“Hey, you guys all believed me, so that is mostly on you.”

“Oh you did not just call us stupid!”

“Stop, Hen, your elbow hurts.”

“Ach, stop your whining.”

They continue to bicker as they drive away from the scene and back to the fire house. Buck knows it will take some getting used to, having this part of his life exposed. However, it’s nice to be able to share this with his family.

As much as he likes the people he knows from his time as Navy SEAL, it never felt fully right to bond with them over the things they’ve done. That team was always more like a fostering, the 118 is his forever home.

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A/N:

I'm sorry if the layout looks weird, im having issues with my landlord abt wifi, so i had to do this on my phone :D

[mykelneedssleep]

I had the realization today that I dont think I’ve ever spoken about my son on here and since a lot of you know me for podcast content this needs to be rectified immediately so I present to you my first born son: Nureyev

Yes, as in Peter Nureyev. Hilariously this is the most accurate name I have ever chosen for anything because this little bitch has such Peter Nureyev vibes it’s actually crazy. I present a list of random facts about him that I can think of off the top of my head:

1. Literally the first day I had him one of the first things we found out about this tiny little baby was that if there’s a dead cricket in his tank you bet your ass he’s not eating it. This bougie ass bitch only eats live prey. You physically don’t understand how often I have to buy him food because god forbid it dies before he kill it, he’d actually rather starve than eat a dead bug. I can attest to that because one time there was a cricket shortage in my area because it was so cold that all the crickets were dying in transport and this little bitch actually went days without eating because he wouldn’t eat the dead crickets (I finally got him to eat by pushing them around with a clear plastic spoon to make it look like they were moving- lying to your kids works folks)

2. He makes regular attempts to escape from his tank by climbing up the glass. Despite 4 years of trying it still hasn’t worked once but he’s determined he’s going to do it one of these times

3. My mother who typically lovingly refers to him as Nev (“his name is longer than he is, I’m giving him a nickname” -my mother approximately 10 minutes after his name was chosen, took her 3 more days to come up with Nev) will often refer to him as Pete if he’s doing something bad (see above escape attempt). This is particularly funny in the presence of people who are unaware of this nickname but aware enough to know the names of all the animals in our home because they become very confused

4. “The thief is on the prowl” is a very common phrase in our home, this typically means someone has to feed the boy because he’s stalking around the tank looking for living creatures to torment and finding none

5. He regularly sticks his entire head into his water bowl and just leaves it there for a little bit until I become quite convinced that he’s going to drown and then he will just get up and walk away like he didn’t just give me a heart attack

6. If you’re holding him he will climb all over you and somehow find a place to randomly jump off from (again, heart attack every time). Hearing “Nureyev!” said loudly in a concerned but sort of exasperated way is very common

7. If one of his water bowls is empty he will lay in it to get you to pay attention to the fact that it has no water in it but will then refuse to move when you go to put water in it and will become very upset when you eventually give up and just pour water onto him (the above photo was taken directly after I deep cleaned his tank and before I put the water back in, shockingly he looked quite cute instead of seriously pissed off like usual)

8. He likes to have the high ground (he likes to climb on top of people’s heads and just sit there and watch the world as you walk around and continue what you were previously doing. Luckily he has never attempted to jump off someone’s head before)

9. Very dramatic sleeper. I’m talking will sleep in the weirdest positions but like you do you king, if that’s comfy I endorse it

10. He regularly hides in any available nook and/or cranny in the tank. This is yet another cause of great stress for me when I cannot find him

Bonus fact: This bougie bitch was approximately half of the inspiration behind how I play Lizzie (shoutout O!ASKAP enjoyers, this one’s for you). If you’re wondering the other half is simply my penchant for playing the least helpful character I can possibly get away with

[sparklywatercolors]

alright, this might be a doozy so hear me out.So my partner is staying with my family and I until March.My friends know this and pretty much all of them are friends with him. They all get along pretty well. My best friend adores him. Like she gets excited when he asks her to hang out with us.Anyways.So usually I just hang out with my 3 girlies. All of them start of them with A so I can't use initials so I'll use emojis.🐯 Is my best friend (the one mentioned previously)🦔 Is our other friend she's really chill and basically just always busy cooking and dealing with her many chaotic students And finally there's 🐱 this one is very intense and the one I'm having a bit of an issue with.So the first time my partner and I had everyone together we were all getting ramen together. It was going well until 🐱 coerced 🐯 into trying a heavy edible at my house and it made 🐯 get sick and have a panic attack. 🦔 And my partner were comforting 🐯 in the living room while I was keeping 🐱 away from her cause she was stoned as fuck and was pissed that 🐯 wanted to watch some very chaotic dork she likes watching for her calm down. 🐯 Is okay by the way. She still feels guilty but we've been assuring her it's not her fault.And then the second time we all hang out 🐯 can't make it bc stuff but tells us to have a good time. It was going well until we were all hanging out in the food court, splitting a pretzel cup and then 🐱 basically tells us she was stealing while we were all together and 🦔 called her out on it. Look none of us don't give a shit abt it but don't drag us into that. And it got brushed aside because 🐱 had to rant about her 4-Chan friend group. Who she doesn't like but she cries when they hang out?? 😭 I accidentally butt dialed one of my friends during this and it ended up causing SO MUCH DRAMA 🗿. Because that's when 🐱 demanded we go home despite saying we can all go out to dinner after the 4 chan rant. And on the drive home, me and partner were scared to even speak to each other on the ride home with 🐱. And a few weeks later, 🐱 calls me up. Her family member had suddenly passed. Which is horrifying. I'm so sorry oh my god. And my partner overheard and he said his condolences. And 🐱 got mad and hung up and then didn't speak to me for a week. When she did, she told me that I should know no response is a response and that I was wrong for letting my partner offer condolences and that it was immature for him to butt in, and this is why she isn't friends with 21 year olds. (Note: she's 28, my partner is 22, 🐯 and I are 25 and 🦔 is 26). Which is hypocritical of her because she's friends with our mutual friend who is 21. Not the point. And then she takes my partner and I out to sushi. And she was ranting about her job. She works with disabled or mentally ill kids as a teacher's aid. And her one kid has a lot of issues. 🐱 Was venting about her and called her a c*nt because she was self harming and her schizophrenia was acting up. We were appalled. How can you call a 13 year old little girl that? Especially a little girl with issues like that. My partner was disgusted for the little girl and also the fact that his little sister is also 13. Luckily 🐱 got removed from working with that little girl but that's still horrible. :( Last weekend 🐱 called and we caught up and she told me she wishes she never ranted to my partner about her work cause he didn't seem like he was listening? He was listening he was just angry?? Which I was too. I was boiling internally. I work with middle schoolers when I tutor, those kids have enough on their plates how can you call them that wtf.

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𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘

PAIRING - George x gn!reader

ONESHOT - in which one seeks shelter in a library after hours

REQUEST - nope

TRIGGERS - none

A/N - this is pure fluff | please mind any typos or grammar errors, i am my own editor and I may not be able be able to get everything

WORD COUNT - 1K

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SLAMMING into the door, it opened. Quickly, I turned and locked it behind me. I slid down the door laying my back against it.

For once in my life, I wasn't being chased by the dead, but rather by the living. Damn, Lockwood for pissing off those relic men. Damn, Lucy for sending me out alone right before curfew to get some milk. And thank heavens that door was open.

Why is that door open? It is 5 minutes before curfew; nothing should be open. They should learn to lock doors. Who knows who will break in?

I opened my eyes, looking around to see a dark library. Stacks and stacks of books piled neatly on shelves in what seems to be no particular order. Slowly standing, I went to go look at the closet shelf of books before I was drawn out of my thoughts by a shaky voice.

"If- If you're a relic man I suggest you get out of here. Or I'll... or I'll call the police!" The voice got louder as if it was getting more confident.

"Not a relic man, just an agent." I put my hands up, unsure of where the voice came from.

"Then, where is your uniform? Shouldn't you be out on a job, it's nearly curfew?"

"Shouldn't you be home?" I argued, looking down to see that my body was dimly lit by the street lights outside, they could see me, but I couldn't see them.

"I can't leave now, it's about to be after curfew and relic men are often down the street. It's safer to stay here," they responded as they walked somewhere.

The lights flicked on all of a sudden, I blinked a few times adjusting to the light. The library suddenly became more lively; plants lined the shelves along with bright books that contrasted well with the dark wooden shelves and dark green paint.

"Could have warned me," I stated turning towards the counter to see the person who I have been holding this far too long conversation with.

Which, looking at them now, I don't seem to care. They were stunning from everything that I could see. They moved to lean on the counter, a stack of books next to their arm.

"Sorry, I thought you would have liked a bit of light." They spoke softly analyzing me.

"Why are you here? I mean the books are exciting but why this rundown little library? Why not an agency one or the Archives?"

"This rundown place is my parents' shop, I help run it. I was on shift tonight and lost track of time after closing since I was stocking the shelves. As for being at an agency, I have no talent."

"Should have guessed, you mention something of relic men but nothing of the ghost in the alley."

"What are you doing here? Why this shop? It was closed," They ignored my previous comment, picking up the stack of books and walking around the counter to go put them on the shelves.

"Got chased by some relic men my friend pissed off," I stayed walking behind her and looking at the books surrounding us.

"Nasty men they are, quite a few of them try to duck down in here after hours when I am still here. Luckily they get spooked off once I threaten them enough. You just came in a bit earlier than normal, spooked me for a change."

"Are you here after hours often?"

"All of the time, practically live here at this point," They turned towards me, stopping as they gently pushed a book into its place. "What agency do you work for?"

"Lockwood and Co, London's smallest agency," I wasn't ashamed to be where I was, it is a lot better than Fitts.

"You're the agency on Portland Row, right? With that one listener, Lilly? Lucy? Luise?"

"Lucy, I am surprised you have heard of us. I'm their researcher George."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, George, I am y/n of l/n books and nooks," They paused before continuing, "What is it like being a researcher? I have always wanted to work researching in an agency, but I got to keep this place going."

I stopped before responding. No one ever asked me about work. I took the opportunity to tell them all about it, not skipping a beat. They continued to ask questions and seemed very intrigued, they even laughed at my jokes. Eventually, I found myself sitting across from them on the floor discussing the best ways to create salt bombs and how exactly to handle a chain.

Just as we were discussing my most recent case I glanced at a clock hung on the wall. It has been three hours. Lockwood and Lucy were probably worried if they noticed I was still gone.

"Can I use your phone? I should probably call Lockwood and Lucy to let them know I'm alright."

"Yeah, yeah, it's behind the counter."

I stood up, walking behind the counter. I dialed the house number and waited for it to be picked up, which was only after two rings. I heard Lockwood stressed voice on the other end.

"You've reached Antony Lockwood of Lockwood and co, how can I help you?"

"Hey Lockwood, I just wanted to let you know that I'm alright and I will be back in the morning."

"George! Lucy, It's George, he's okay! God George, you scared the two of us. Where are you? We can call a taxi and come and get you."

"No, no it's fine, I am fine, more than fine, I am in this library and there is this person here who is interested in our work so I am just talking to them."

"Okay? This is weird... Are you being held captive? Are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes Lockwood, I am fine, I will be back in the morning. Now goodnight," I hung up and turned around to see y/n staring at me.

"They seem to care about you a lot," They whispered a smile plastered on their face.

"They care as much as they want, now let's continue talking about that mission."

With that, we sat there and talked all night long about everything. I don't think I could be happier that I happened to stumble into this LIBARY.

[sunnyie-eve]

10 | Play Along

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9k

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Once they got back home, Penelope had lots of jobs booked so she was hardly even home because she had shoots in different states. Luckily Darwin gave up and left her alone but at the moment they were working together for a shoot back home in LA.

"I know you don't wanna talk to me but I want to apologize for how I acted. It was completely unacceptable and inappropriate." Darwin walks over to Penelope in her chair.

"You harassed our apartment." She puts her phone down to look at him.

"And I wish I could take it all back. I know you hate me but can we try over? Just be friends?" He begs her to say yes because he misses her badly.

Penelope wanted to say no so badly but she was the type of person who would give people a second chance to prove they are better.

"I should say no but... I'll give you a second chance being my friend. I feel like we were better when we were just friends in the past." She tells him.

"Thank you. And I'm so sorry again. Maybe tomorrow we could go have lunch? Should I pick you up or you drive to meet me?"

"I can drive. We moved into a new house. I've hardly even lived in it since I keep getting booked out of state." She tells him not wanting him to know exactly where they live.

"Cool, you're still rooming with them?"

"Yes, and the funny thing is now I have five roommates total... Plus they all film together so makes it easier they're all in one place." She laughs about it.

"How big is the house?" His eyes widen.

"5,748 sqft. There are seven bedrooms. So yeah..." She forces a laugh.

"You can text me first so I know you unblock my number. See you tomorrow hopefully." Darwin leaves her to head home since they are done for the day.

As soon as she walks through the front door she makes her way to Colby's room falling face down onto the bed. Since he wasn't in his room yet she just lays there till he comes in.

"You okay?" He chuckles.

"I think I did the stupidest thing I could ever do." She mumbles into the bed.

"And that would be?" He pats her back taking a seat on his bed so she sits up.

"I'm giving Darwin a second chance and we're going to try to be friends again." She looks at him and he just stares at her processing what she just told him.

"You what? Did I hear you correctly? You're giving Darwin a second chance? Penelope Lane Hill." He scolds her.

"I know..." She pouts.

"Why exactly?" He sighs not very happy hearing that.

"I don't know because I'm that type of person. I mean he apologized and he seemed to mean it." She sees the look on his face, "Don't hate me, please." She begs him.

"I don't hate you. I still don't trust him, Penelope."

"Then you can join us for lunch tomorrow. What do you say? I really don't even want to go. It's I drive myself or he picks me up. And I said I'll drive myself." She gives him a smile that makes it hard for him to say no to.

"I'll join you on one condition." He gets an idea of how to make sure Darwin doesn't try to be more than friends with her.

"Okay, what is it?"

"To make sure he knows there is no chance of dating you again. Because you said just friends with him..." He gets a big smile worrying her, "We're going to make him think you're taken."

"So we make up a random guy?" She tilts her head.

"Not exactly." He smirks, "I hate him so I want to piss him off. To him, you're dating me now."

"No, that will bring up problems again. He'll think when we were together I did go behind his back with you." She shakes her head not wanting to go along with his plan.

"Leave it all to me to explain."

"No, I'm not doing that." She tells him.

"Enjoy your lunch alone with him." He leaves his room so she follows him after thinking for a few seconds.

"Okay! I'm in!"

"I know you hate it but I refuse for you to get tricked into dating him again. He's good at manipulating you so if I see any of that at lunch... I'll make sure you two won't even be friends. And yes, I can make that decision for you. I'm your boyfriend." He winks leaving her alone in the hall.

She just huffs going to her room looking for what to wear to lunch tomorrow while Colby joins Sam, "What was Penelope shouting about?" Sam just hears the okay, I'm in part.

"She's giving Darwin a second chance."

"Excuse me? I get she's that type of person but for him?" Sam says surprised.

"He apologized and felt bad. I don't believe him. They're having lunch tomorrow and I'm joining them... as her boyfriend to make sure he doesn't try anything." Colby explains to him.

"Is that a good idea? He hated you and I'm sure he still hates you."

"As I told Penny; I refuse for her to get tricked into dating him again. He's good at manipulating her so if I see any of that at lunch. I'll make sure the two won't even be friends." Colby explains as Sam just looks at him.

"If you fuck up anything... I'm not helping you. That includes pissing her off, pissing him off even more to where he starts harassing us here." Sam shakes his head.

Penelope had knocking at her door so she said come in and it was just Corey, "How may I assist you, Bubba Corey?" She laughs still looking through her clothes.

"I'm a tad confused. Why did I hear Colby say I'm your boyfriend?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, long story short. He will only go to lunch with me and my ex if we pretend we're dating." She rolls her eyes.

"Is this the same ex that to avoid you went to Utah with us? Why are you going to lunch with him?" Corey sits on her bed confused.

"He apologized and felt bad and wanted to start over as friends. And Colby says to make sure Darwin knows he never has a chance at more that's why he's my boyfriend." She explains to him.

"Let me guess, you normally give people a second chance?"

"I know I'm probably making a huge mistake." She huffs so he goes over to hug her.

"You're a big girl who can make her own decisions. Now, I'm gonna go get Devyn to help you pick an outfit for tomorrow. So we can make him wish he never fucked up." He rushes out of her room.

Penelope just takes a seat on her bed waiting for Devyn to walk in. The two got along quickly once they met each other. Devyn, just like Kat, had no problem with how Penelope was close with their boyfriends. Devyn thought it was cute how Penelope and Corey started acting like siblings since the trip.

"I was told to make an ex jealous and make Colby realize something." Devyn walks in.

"This has nothing to do with Colby or even make an ex jealous." Penelope rolls her eyes.

"Okay, not make an ex jealous but show him he fucked up and you're happy with your new boyfriend." Devyn smiles going to Penelope's clothes. "You should tell Colby how you really feel deep down." She adds because she could see it once she got to know her.

"As I told you and Kat, no. I'm not losing him as a friend."

"Okay, I'll drop it." Devyn smiles seeing the perfect outfit, "You're welcome." She leaves the room.

~

The next day Devyn does light makeup for Penelope as she was dressed for lunch. Penelope was texting Darwin about where to meet up to eat but she didn't let him know Colby was coming along as well.

"Okay, now enjoy your lunch. Hopefully, Colby doesn't make it too awkward for the three of you." Devyn smiles leaving the room so Penelope mocks her getting up.

She leaves her room going to see if Colby was getting ready as well but he was just lying in his bed on his phone, "Are you going to get ready for lunch or what?" She crosses her arms.

"It doesn't take me long to get ready." He keeps his eyes on his phone so she walks over smacking it out of his hands.

"Colby, seriously? If you want to stay home that's entirely fine by me since I wouldn't have to play along with your stupid plan." She snaps so he looks at her and eyes her up and down.

"Okay, I'll get ready." He gets up so she leaves his room.

Darwin:

I'm about ready so I'll head to the restaurant.

Penelope:

Okay, just finishing up then I'll head out.

Penelope waits on the couch for Colby and Elton walks by then backwards, "Why are you all dressed up?"

"We're meeting someone for lunch." Colby enters the room ready to go, "We're taking my car." He lets her know heading out so she follows him.

"So do I just make up things as we go?" She asks as they drive.

"Basically we can add off of each other."

"How the hell are we supposed to pull off your plan?" She looks over at him.

"It shouldn't be hard because people always think there's more going on. And since he already thought that it really shouldn't be hard."

When they pull up to the restaurant they see Darwin sitting outside waiting on his phone. Penelope didn't want to get out. She just didn't feel like this was a good idea.

"Ready?" Colby looks over at her.

"Can we go back home and I can just make up a lie why I can't show up?" She looks over at him.

"No. Now do you deep down really want to be friends with him again or did you just say yes because you hate hurting people's feelings? Even the ones who don't deserve anything from you."

"You know me well enough to know the answer to your question." She sighs looking out the window.

"Well, let's get this over with and try to somehow convince him to run away for good." He pats her on the knee, "Okay, you go over to him first then I'll join you guys before going in." He tells her so she nods her head, "We got this Peeps." He gives her a smile.

"Sorry, for making you wait. Why didn't you wait inside?" She walks over to Darwin.

"Oh, it's fine and I just wanted to. Plus it's kind of chilly in there." He stands up then notices Colby walking up they're way, "Colby?"

"Uh, yeah... My car wouldn't start so he said he would bring me and then he wanted to tag along. Is that okay?" She asks him.

"Hey, Darwin. Last time I saw you, you punched me in the face." Colby chuckles coming up putting his arm around Penelope's waist.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I just have a short temper. My doctor has me on medication for it." Darwin nods his head, "I hear you're joining us."

"Yeah, I hope that's okay. I'm starving so how about we head inside?" Colby claps his hands heading for the door holding it open, "My lady." Colby smiles.

"Such a gentleman." She giggles as they go in.

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Present

Daryl stayed in the house for the night but the next day he was back in his own tent. Carl was finally doing better, at least enough for him to be out and about. I was dropping some wood by the fire pit when I overheard Glenn talking to Lori. “Did you tell Rick?” She only looked up at him as an answer. I tuned out the rest of the conversation, deciding it was none of my business. After talking to her Glenn went around with a crate of peaches and some jerky for everyone.

When he came up to me he was so distracted that he wasn't even looking at me. “Are you okay?” I asked, taking a peach. He flinched a little, head whipping around to look at me. “What? Yeah. I'm fine… why?” He rushed out. I narrowed my eyes at him, taking in his nervous expression. “You're lying but I'm not going to press.” I took a bite of the peach and walked off. I wanted to check in on Daryl but again I found myself listening in on a conversation I shouldn't have been.

“You were tryin’ to protect the group,” Daryl said. There were a few seconds of silence. “I don't think yn saw it like that. She was pretty upset that I shot you.” I heard Daryl scuff before he said, “Nah, she was pissed because you shot her. She doesn't give a damn about me.” That hurt a little to hear him say I don't care about him. “She cares. She was more pissed that you got shot than herself. I don't know your history with her, and I'm not going to ask, but she does care about you. I doubt she ever stopped.” There was more silence before Andrea walked out of Daryl's tent.

I quickly made myself look like I was just walking up to the tent when she looked up. “Yn, look, I'm sorry.” I put my hand up, cutting her off. “I know. You were protecting the group. I'm sorry for going off on you like I did. Just next time…make sure you can see what you're shooting at clearly.” She smiled at me and nodded her head, then walked away.

I took a deep breath and popped my head into Daryl’s tent. “Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked, stepping completely inside. He looked up from the book he had in his hands and shrugged. “M'fine. You?” I nodded, “Same. Not the first time I've been shot and probably won't be the last,” I say. He looks up at me, well he looks up at the bandage on my shoulder. “How many times have ya been shot?” He asked. I walked a little further into the tent and slowly lowered myself to sit on the floor and crossed my legs.

“Well, there was the time I told you about. Then there was the time before that. We were in the middle of a shoot out with a suspect. He was wanted for the disappearance and murder of a teenage girl. He had another victim in the house with him, and when we surrounded him, he kind of just went nuts. I pulled my shirt to show the scar on my stomach. Luckily, it went straight through. I didn't even realize I had been shot at first; not until it was all over.” I pulled my shirt down and cleared my throat. “Sounds like you've seen a lot of action,” he said.

I hummed, “Yeah. The city is full of bad people. I guess it still is, actually. Except now, they all roam free without worry of being caught. The world is a lawless place now, and anything can happen. To be honest, I'm more scared of the living than I am of the dead.” Daryl chewed on his bottom lip and nodded his head. Things fell quiet between us, neither of us saying anything more. I looked at the book he was fiddling with in his hands. The Mystery of the Missing Man. It's such a fitting title for everything we have all been dealing with these past few days. First, it was Merle, and now it's Sophia.

“You going to heShawith target practice?” I looked up at Daryl and shook my head. “No. I think I'm just going to stay here away from people who don't know how to shoot.” He huffed out a laugh. It took a little while, but eventually, we started talking more without it being awkward. Glenn had popped his head in to check if either of us needed anything. He and Maggie were going to be riding into town again to grab a few things. “Nope, we're good. Thanks, Glenn.”

Later on, everyone besides Andrea and Shane came back from target practice. Apparently, Shane took Andrea out to do a little more practice. Rick said she was the best one out of them all. She just needed a more difficult target. Shortly after everyone else was back though Glenn and Maggie came back from their run. I was suspecting something was going on with Lori, but I wasn't sure what; not until they got back.

Maggie marched right up to Lori and started throwing things on the ground. Lori was trying to get her to come into the tent where it was more private, but Maggie wasn't having any of it. “We got your lotion, reader's digest, abortion pills!” They didn't see me standing near the RV, and I didn't make myself known. Today was just full of eavesdropping. But at the same time, Lori didn't really hide shit that well. After Maggie stormed off, Lori picked everything up and went into her and Rick's tent. Glenn walked in shortly after and was out within a few seconds.

Look, I know I should mind my own business. But this was getting out of control. If she is pregnant, then she needs to tell Rick. Of course, everyone will know that it's not Rick's seeing as Rick hasn't been back for that long. I wasn't too sure about Rick yet, I mean, he's a good guy, but he's still dealing with things like it's the old world and that's just not going to work anymore.

When I saw Glenn disappear, I walked to the tent and stood at the entrance. “You know you should just tell your husband that you're pregnant with his best friend. No, having a baby in this new world full of the dead where any little noise could mean death isn't ideal. But you should at least talk to him first before you make any rash decisions. She looked at me with wide eyes, her mouth hung open like she was going to say something. “Don't worry, I won't say anything. But you should.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

I'll Show You Uptight (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers) 

Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer’s Note: GO TOUCH SOME GRASS SLUTS. And enjoy! My hands fucking hurt from writing this horny shit but it's with all the love & dedication. Love you! -Jazz

Ao3 link here!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

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Bakugou luckily didn’t get a ticket, but he came pretty damn close to running some red lights as he shot you and himself home to your apartment. 

During the fifteen-minute drive, you felt bubbly with anticipation and happiness. Bakugou liked you. He felt the same way! You couldn’t keep still next to him, singing and dancing along to the radio as he sped through the streets, wind in your hair, laughing at your cute little moves. 

He kept one hand on the wheel, steering with excellent precision, while the other laid firmly on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there. Occasionally, he’d lift your hand to kiss your knuckles or steal a kiss at a red light, always leaving you short of breath after. 

As soon as you left the club, you called Mina to let her know and she was more than excited, even letting the rest of the crew know. “She’s not dead, guys!” she yelled above the music over the phone. You could hear Toru cheer in delight in the background, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment. 

“She will be though!” Denki had hollered, stealing the phone from Mina much to her disapproval. “For God’s sake, Katski, don’t kill her! She still has to go to work!” 

You flushed, and to add on to the fire, Bakugou had glanced over from the wheel at you and smirked. “We’ll see,” he murmured before sneaking his hand farther up your thigh to squeeze the flesh there. “Should’ve known better than to wear this little thing, naughty girl,” he whispered to you, a dangerous look in his vermillion eyes. 

You swore you’ve never been more turned on in your life as you thought about what was to come next. Would he punish you for the skirt? Bend you over his knee and spank you till you were in tears? Maybe rub you through your panties until you had no choice but to beg for forgiveness because your poor, needy pussy just couldn’t take any more teasing? 

“Congrats, Bakubro!” Kiri had hollered into the phone, stealing you away from your naughty thoughts. “You’ve got a good one. Try not to fuck it up, alright? Or else you’ll have me to deal with.” 

“Us too!” Uraraka had added. “We’ll fuck you up, Bakugou, and you know we can.” You had giggled at their protectiveness while Bakugou told them to shut the fuck up and threatened to hang up. 

As you got closer to your apartment, you directed him to the building, and he parked in the lot in front of the building’s steps. You lived in a pretty nice neighborhood–the kind with dogwalkers, quiet nights, and where people can jog in the park a block away from your home without looking over their shoulders. You were adamant about being in a relatively safe and quiet neighborhood, especially one where public transportation, is close by, to feel comfortable and get some good night’s sleep before work duties. 

After swiping yourself upstairs on the elevator with your key card, Bakugou followed you upstairs to your apartment floor. He only gave you light neck kisses and dragged his fingers across your waist as you worked to unlock the door with your keys, but it was enough to make focusing on unlocking your door that much more difficult. 

Finally, with a click, the door unlocked. “This is me,” you nimbly said, stepping into the darkened room. As Bakugou slid in behind you, you flicked the light on near the door and shut it, casting your tastefully decorated, clean apartment in a nice, warm glow. “Feel free to take off your shoes.” 

Bakugou did just that, letting his kicks sit at the door with your shoes right next to them. You stood there awkwardly as he looked over the apartment, his eyes trailing over the living room, small dining area and the bedroom which led out into the kitchen. You had brought company back here before for fun, but never this. And definitely never a pro. 

“Uh, would you like a drink or a tour of the place?” you asked softly, your heart pounding against your ribcage. Bakugou turned toward you, his gaze making you hot. “I’ll get all of that later,” he softly growled. “This can’t wait. I don’t think I could take it.” 

As he stepped towards you, moving as fast as you could blink, you didn’t move, afraid of scaring him off or possibly ruining the moment. You welcomed him with open arms as he gladly took advantage, arms locked around your waist. He pulled you in for a kiss that had your head spinning and tongue-tied. His kisses were like drugs to you–addictive and dangerous. 

He pulled away to look down at you, his eyes peering into yours. “You still want this?” he asked. 

Feeling his muscles ripple under your hands, his body pressed against yours finally, only one word flashed in your mind that made it to your lips: “Yes.” 

Bakugou grinned and gripped you to him as he kissed you once again. Your lips moved against his in a dance, the act as natural as breathing to you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned softly into his mouth, the feeling of his tongue against yours making you uncomfortably soaked. “Bedroom,” he murmured roughly against your lips. “Where’s it at?” 

He pulled away enough to let you speak. “I’ll show you,” you whispered, but you couldn’t physically walk him upstairs. He insisted on carrying you, making you jump before his hands were cupping your ass and your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you with ease, like you weighed absolutely nothing. God, could this man get anymore sexy? 

You directed him to the left of your kitchen where your bedroom was, passing the front door. As he did, you suddenly became hyperaware of everything in your room that was embarrassingly out of place or obvious: the hamper of clothes next to your closet you needed to wash; the wine glass you forgot to take to your kitchen earlier while you were getting ready; the waste basket of folded laundry you still hadn’t put away where your limited edition Dynamight panties sat. 

….Wait. 

‘Fuck!’ you thought, embarrassment flooding through you. You forgot you put them there. Shit, did Bakugou see them too? You glanced down at him, getting a smile in return. You put you down so he could go and close the door. As he did, you snatched up the panties and stuffed them under a folded shirt, never to be seen and allow you freedom from humiliation or teasing. 

Immediately, you whipped around to face Bakugou, plastering a smile on your face. He turned to you after closing the door and smirked at you–a picture of a wet fantasy standing in your bedroom. How you’ve thought of this night for so long. “I’m afraid you’re wearing waaaay too many clothes,” you purred at him, stepping closer to him. 

He did the same, his hooded eyes drinking you in. “You too. As good as you look in that dress, I need to see you without it.” His smile faded, replaced with a stern look that has your kitty purring for him. “Take it off. Now.” 

That deep growl emitted something from you. Something submissive and needy, wanting to do anything he said. You immediately strip off your dress, letting the article of clothing fall from your body. You stood then in a lace bra and thong set that Bakugou ogled at. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned at the sight of you. “Look at you. You were wearin’ this shit under your clothes the whole time?” 

He loomed over you, making you feel so small yet not at all intimidated. If anything, it made you more aroused. “And what’s this, huh?” His fingers glide across the waistband of your thong, his skin brushing against yours. His eyes darkened, his grin greedy and animalistic. “Ohhh, you’re a bad little girl, aren’t you?” 

His breath fanned over your face, smelling faintly of peppermint and a shot of vodka. You must���ve been too slow to respond because his fingers yanked at the thong’s waistband, snapping it back against your hip. “Aren’t you?” he growled, his voice dipping even lower than before. 

You swallowed hard, breathing suddenly impossible for you. “Y-Yes.” He pushed himself up against you, giving you a feel of his bulge in his jeans. “Yes, what?” he murmured against your hair, hands cupping your ass. He grinded his hips into you once, nudging at your clit. 

You whimpered as sparks of pleasure pulsed through you. “Yes…daddy.” Bakugou pulled back to peer down at you, bewildered. “Sorry!” you immediately raced to apologize. “I thought that you–” 

You squeaked as he suddenly grabbed you and planted a passionate kiss on you that had your toes curling as his tongue twirled with yours. When he pulled away, a string of saliva “Keep callin’ me that,” he growled to you. “That turns me the fuck on.” He took your hand, putting it right on his hardened dick. You gasped softly, feeling how big he was. “Tell me what else you like,” he said, sounding like he was begging you rather than ordering you. 

“U-Um…” Your frazzled mind searched for an answer as your hand gently stroked him through his pants, loving the way he softly groaned at the feeling. “I like praise,” you giggled sheepishly. He chuckled, squeezing your ass. “I can tell.” 

“And spankings and choking,” you continued. Shyly, you looked down at his belt buckle and toyed with it, “accidentally” loosening it. “And if you wanted to…you know…call me a slut or whatever, I wouldn’t be against it.” 

You peered up at him through your lashes, hoping he’d see through your front. Fortunately for you, Bakugou was smart. He stepped away from you then and took a seat on your bedside. He sat with his legs open, belt loosened, and a dangerous look in his eyes that excited you. “C’mere,” he demanded, crooking a finger at you. 

You were helpless to refuse. You slowly walked over and stood in front of him. He took your hips in his hands, directing you to stand beside him, and then, in a flash, had you bent over his knee. You gasped, a shocked giggle leaving your lips at the sudden change in positions. Before your mind could process what was happening, your thong was coming down and a hand was smacking against your ass. 

The only sounds were the sharp smack of Bakugou spanking your ass and your sharp gasp that followed. 

Smack! “Tell me why you decided to wear this shit,” he growled. Smack! “Did you want to get fucked?”

Smack!” You wanted a random motherfucker to pick you up and slut you out?” Smack! “Huh?!” Smack! 

“Yes!” you shouted, in near tears because of the sweet sting of his hand smacking your ass and the ache in your wet pussy. “But I would’ve thought of you during!” You nuzzled your face into his muscled arm after gripping it with dear life with each spank. 

“Oh, my God, you’re just too perfect,” he groaned. His hand began to stroke your ass softly, soothing the sting. “Tell me again how you’ve thought of me, baby girl.” The petname set you on fire. “Did you think of me while someone else was fucking you? Or while touching that pretty little pussy?” 

You whimpered at his words, not sure how much more of this you could take. You softly moaned as you felt him shower your ass with wet kisses, his fingers massaging your cheeks gently. “Tell me, mama,” he whispered. 

And then his hand dipped between your thighs to cup your sex. He began to rub you there, palm pressing into your clit. “Y-Yes!” you groan, delirious with pleasure. “God, yes, Katsuki!” You grinded your hips into his hand, desperate to feel something, anything. 

“You’re not alone, y’know,” he murmured to you as he continued to gently rub you. “I’ve thought about you too. Fucking you on my desk at work, your pencil skirt pulled up…or you in my condo, getting fucked on every single piece of furniture I own.” 

Your breath hitched at his words, at his secret, dirty thoughts. All revolving around you. You. “I’ve thought about you constantly,” he told you, voice strained. “I’ve wondered what you felt like against me…what you tasted like…” 

In an instant, you were off his lap and suddenly lying on your back on your bed, facing him. He sat up, straddling you, and in one shift motion, gripped his shirt from the back and took it off. As he flung the shirt somewhere in the darkness, you couldn’t help yourself. You began running your hands up and down his muscle carved from stone, loving the contrast of your skin tones. He stared down at you hungrily, lustfully, as you caressed the scars adorning his skin. To you, they made him even sexier. 

“You see what you do to me?” he asked softly. “What you’ve done to me?” He took your hands, lowering them down to his hardened cock in his jeans. He began to rut into your hands, panting softly. “Do you like me like this? So fuckin’ desperate for you?” 

“Katsuki…” You exhaled in name, desperate for him. You went for his belt to take it off, but he stopped you. “No, no, baby, not yet. Naughty girls like you need to be punished first.” With an evil smile, he hooked his fingers into your bra cups and pulled them down, exposing your naked breasts to him. His shuddering breath made you giggle, feeling pretty under his hungered gaze. 

His mouth was on you immediately, lips sucking harshly at one hardened nipple while one of his large hands kneaded the other, gently molding the flesh around and around. You moaned under his touch and hot kisses, your breasts and nipples sensitive. He then pulled away from your own nipple now shining with his spit and proceeded to give your other nipple the same treatment. 

He attached his pink lips to the peak, sucking and swirling his tongue around, moaning softly as he did. He was loving every minute of this, you realized, and that only made you wetter. His lips suckled on your nipple like he was trying to draw himself some milk before letting go with a soft pop!. He then grazed his teeth against the hardened nub, nibbling gently. A whimper left your lips at the feeling, your toes curling and hands gripping his shoulders. 

The tiny pinch of his teeth grazing your hard nipple made your body lurch forward. “Ah,” you breathed, the sound like an exhale escaping your lips. He then swooped down higher up, pressing kisses to your collarbone and neck while his hands still toyed with your breasts. He then looked up at you, eyes glinting in the darkness. “Sorry, ma,” he chuckled, “but you might have to wear some makeup on that neck for the next week.” 

He began to suckle and nibble at the tender flesh of your neck, giving you certified hickies. You couldn’t be mad at him. It felt too good. As if reading your thoughts, he chuckled against your skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” As he proceeded to pepper your neck in kisses, one of his hands left your breast to travel down between your thighs. 

You gasped, your back arching at his rough palm pressed into your clit and began to stroke it. You moaned loudly to the ceiling, the sparks of pleasure entering your clit combined with Bakugou’s wet mouth and rough fingers pinching your nipple. This was just too much! At this rate, you’d cum. “Please don’t tease me, baby,” you whimpered. 

Bakugou chuckled darkly, still torturing you with his actions. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” he murmured, moving to kiss your jaw. “Consider this your karma for your constant teasing at work.” His lips moved down your throat, nibbling you there. “Those damn skirts.” His index and fore fingers moved to roll and pinch your nipple. “Those fuckin’ work pants.” He pressed his hand harder into your clit, making you see stars for a moment. “And those pretty little blouses I wanted to tear off your body.” 

Suddenly, all his actions stopped. He pulled his hand away from your pussy, moved his mouth away from your neck, and stopped playing with your nipple. Confused and utterly horny, you watched as he slinked down to your legs and pried your thighs open with his big hands. He stared at you between the V you made with your thighs, his crimson eyes glaring dead at you. “How the fuck are you so fine?” he asked. 

He didn’t warn you when he suddenly began eating you out. And God, did he know how to eat pussy! He left no part of your pussy untouched, kissed, or sucked. He alternated between swirling around your clit with his tongue and gently sucking on it with his plump, pink lips. You were seeing stars at that moment, hands moving to his head to push him in deeper.

“Katsuki, oh, my God!” you shouted, unable to keep your voice down. “Yes! Please keep going!” 

Bakugou was more than happy to. He even snuck his hands under your ass to give him better access to your cunt as he lapped at your juices joyfully and greedily. When he suddenly pulled away to breathe, his lips were coated in you Instead of embarrassment, all you felt was arousal flooding through you. Then, to your amazement, you watched as spat on your pussy and then slurped it back up, nudging your clit with his nose as he did. 

At the sound of your moans and cries of pleasure, he grinned at you from between your thighs. “Like when I spit on it, babe?” he asked, and then laughed at your frantic nod, bewildered “Fuck, you’re nasty.”

You scoffed, sitting up a little straighter against the pillow. “And you’re not?” 

His eyes held a promise for something bigger, better than before, and you shivered. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” As he went to dive back in for another lick, you felt his cock pressing against your inner thigh and your mouth ached for it. 

“Wait!” you protested. He immediately stopped, confused. You slowly sat up against the pillows, chest rising up and down rapidly and heart pattering against your chest. “I wanna taste you too.” His eyes widened an inch, giving you the confidence to continue. “I’ve been wanting to suck the soul outta that dick for months. Don’t deny me any longer or I swear, I’ll kill myself.” 

He still stared you down, looking at you like you just grew five heads, and then finally broke into a grin. “Fuck,” he laughed. “Baby girl fiendin’ for some dick, is she?” You nodded frantically, your eyes falling to his hands as he went for his belt. “Well, if you wanna be that needy…” 

“Wait.” You stopped his movements, your hands cupping his. “Let me.” He was more than happy to let you have your way. He sat up straight on his knees as you worked at his belt, loosening it, and then popping the button. Then the zipper came down, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. It was a sign of what was soon to come. What was soon to be within your grasp. 

You shrugged Bakugou’s jeans down his slim hips, revealing the well-defined V and dark blonde curls that that traveled down beneath the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs. “Don’t stop now, baby,” he chuckled, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched you. “You’re almost there.” 

Under his molten gaze, you pulled his briefs down, just enough to let his cock spring free. You had to stop yourself from gasping at the sight of him: he was beautiful. He was the right size, right shape, with a curve you felt was built just for you. He was thick too with a vein protruding from the tender flesh that you wanted desperately to run your tongue against. The pink head bubbled with precum that you resisted the urge to lick away. 

He smiled at you. “There you go,” he cooed encouragingly. Then, before you could get a response out, his hands were on you and suddenly rolling you over on top of him. You shrieked with laughter as he positioned you to be facing away from him, instead facing his hardened cock that stood at attention for you between his legs. “Katsuki!” you giggled once you were settled on top of him. 

Bakugou laid his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Now I get the best seat in the house. This 3D is fantastic, y’know.” He spanked you, the sharp sound of it making you whimper. You looked back at him, snorting at the way he ogled at your ass and pussy. “You dork,” you giggled only to be cut off with a whine as he began to rub your clit. 

“Shhh, baby,” he cooed. “I’m tryin’ to watch the movie.” You threw your head back as his sweet assault on your sensitive rosebud continued. “You’re so annoying–oh, fuck!” His tongue sneaked inside your pussy, licking you up and down, side to side, all around. 

Honey. If you said to your girls later on that Bakugou took your ass downtown, you’d mean it. He took you down each avenue and street, and back again, gripping your ass as he did. You were seeing stars that had his name imprinted on them, his name falling from your lips in gasps, moans, and whines that sounded oh-so submissive to the lovely man eating your kitty. 

Just as you began throwing your hips around on his face, he stopped and glared playfully at you. “Don’t just sit there,” he growled impatiently, turning your blood hot. “You wanted that dick, right? So do something with it before I do it for you.” 

How could you say no to that? Spitting a good amount of spit into your dominant hand and then onto his dick (much to his liking), you began to slowly stroke him up and down. You quickly became mesmerized by the way his skin stretched from your movements and how you had to grip his cock with both hands just because he was so damn thick. Once you got your rhythm, you hollowed your cheeks and began sucking him, careful to not graze him with your teeth. 

Katsuki seemed to love it though. He gave you the nastiest praise and stroked your back lovingly as you gave kitten licks around his cockhead before sucking him from the tip. “That’s it, good girl,” he groaned. “Fuck, that feels good! How are you so fuckin’ good at this?” 

His toes curled on either side of you, making you want to go deeper. You wanted to please this man more than anything, and so you did. You began to lightly gag on him, not quite taking him deep but enough to feel him in your throat. Anything you couldn’t take into your mouth you stroked with your hands, gripping him securely. Saliva dripped and drooled from your wet mouth, coating his dick and dripping down his full balls. The wet, slick sounds of your hands stroking his wet dick and your light gagging sounds drove even yourself crazy. Bakugou was losing his fucking mind though, every sound from his lips a piece of heaven. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” he growled, gripping your ass for dear life. “You take my cock so, so well for me. Such a good girl, making it sloppy for me. Guess I could return the favor.” He began to eat you out again, this time replacing his tongue in your pussy with his finger. 

You popped off his dick and gasped as his thick digit slowly slid inside the wet depths of your pussy. He began to work your pussy that way, slowly fingerfucking you as he sucked on your clit. “Katsuki!” you shouted, voice nearly going hoarse. “Oh, God, yes!” 

Bakugou slapped your ass harshly. “Uh-uh, baby girl. You’ve still got work to do.” He rose his hips up to your mouth, slowly fucking your wet, soft hands still gripping his cock. “Think you can take me deeper?” Your eyes widened at the challenge, but you couldn’t let him down.

You nodded, proceeding to take him back into your mouth. “Tap my thigh twice if you need air,” he instructed before you began to slowly take him, inch by inch, down your throat. 

He stretched your tight throat, so much so that you gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat. He began to slowly fuck your throat, grunts and moans dripping from his mouth. “Thaaat’s it, mama. Take me deep down that throat. Gag on that fuckin’ dick.” 

His words made your cunt drip even more and he happily lapped it up, his finger curling in your pussy to lightly graze that spot that made you see the entire fucking universe. You and him stayed like that–both pleasing each other, giving each other everything you had in your bodies. You had tears in your eyes and your jaw ached, but you never let up gagging on Bakugou’s dick until, finally, you had to breathe. 

You popped off of his dick with a gasp of air. At the same time, that familiar feeling of that knot in your core about to snap struck you as Bakugou mercilessly fingerfucked you and played with your overly sensitive clit. “‘Suki!” you moaned. “‘Suki, baby, I-I’m gonna cum!” 

“Go ahead, baby,” he mumbled into your pussy. “Give it to me. Give me that first orgasm.” He went faster, harder, pushing you over that edge inch by inch. “Go ahead and cum for me!” he gruffly shouted into your cunt. “Give it all to me!” 

His moaned into your pussy, matching yours in a chorus as you fell over that edge and finally, finally, plummeted into that sea of bliss that overtook your entire body. Your muscles seized and spasmed. You threw your head back and let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from yourself. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the flesh of Bakugou’s thighs. All of this as your pussy spasmed around Bakugou’s finger and lips. 

He lapped up every inch of cum you gave him until you were whimpering, your clit aching from the constant attention. He hummed happily, finally moving away to sigh in satisfaction. “So good,” he slurred, sounding positively pussy drunk. “Your throat felt so good, baby. I bet that pussy will make me cum in an instant.” 

His words ignited something within you that made you twist around to shoot him a sexy smirk. “Wanna find out?” you purred. You moved off his face and began to grind your hips down into his hard cock. As you did, your pussy lips parted, causing your cum to drizzle and smear all over his thick shaft. Bakugou groaned at the feeling as your mouth fell open in a silent O. 

“Wait, wait!” he shouted, strained. “Condoms. I-I don’t…” You nodded at the crossbody purse thrown on the floor alongside your dress. “In my purse.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow at you, and you flushed. “Mina gave me some. Told me I needed to be prepared.” 

He snorted, smacking your ass as you got off him. “Well, now I know why you chose the lingerie.” You plopped down onto your stomach, ankles crossed and hands under your chin as you watched him. You enjoyed the way his back muscles flexed and the view of his ass as he bent to dig the condoms out of your bag. Your eyes lovingly traced the few scratches and scars on his skin, some scabbed and others faded with time, loving each one. 

Once he got one package out, he turned to you and smirked at your attentative expression. “Wanna watch, slutty girl?” he chuckled, the lewd and naughty nickname making your clit jump. He kept those damn eyes locked with yours as he ripped the package open with his teeth, slid the rubber out, and proceeded to role it down his fat, hard cock that you couldn’t keep your eyes away from even if you tried. 

Finally, once he was finished, he instructed you to lay on your back on the edge of the bed. You did so, legs spread and hands bracing his shoulders. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Picture fuckin’ worthy…” 

You smiled at his words only for your bottom lip to quiver as you felt his cockhead slide between your wet pussy lips, nudging your clit. His eyes met yours. “That okay?” he murmured. You nodded, smiling still. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any time, okay? And you know you can say no at any time.”

You nodded but his glare and hand slipping to your neck to tighten around it made you realize your mistake. “Naw, don’t nod at me. Give me a ‘yes, daddy, I understand’.” 

You gasped around his grip, more at the fact he was doing this shit to you rather than his hold. This had to be a dream. You looked dead into his eyes and pressed your hips a little farther up into his, nudging his cockhead a little more into you.

“Yes, daddy,” you mewled. “I understand.” He grinned at you and pecked your lips. “Good girl.” 

Then, slowly, he pushed in a little deeper until his entire head was inside of you. “Fuck!” he shouted followed by a gasp that fell from his open mouth. 

Your mouth opened wide too, eyes blow. “Katsuki!” you whined as the feeling of being stretched took over. He looked worried, stroking a hand over your cheek. “You good, babe?” he exhaled softly. “Not too much?” 

You shifted your hips, trying to get used to the feeling. “Just a stretch,” you confessed breathlessly. He grinned down at you, laughing. “Thanks.” You rolled your eyes at his stupid, adorable self. “Take as much time as you need,” he whispered gently to you, stilling his hips. “There’s no rush.” 

You thanked him with a kiss and let yourself relax, breathing through the feeling. He was definitely thicker and bigger than the other men you’d had, but the wetness of your pussy, the stimulation you added to your clit, and Bakugou’s deep, gravelly voice combined with his nasty words made you relax even more. Finally, you felt yourself adjust. “Okay,” you softly sighed. “I’m ready now. Just go slow.” 

Bakugou nodded. Slow he did go. He never went any faster than you wanted and always checked in with every inch he pushed into you. As he did, he rocked his hips slowly, allowing you time to get used to him. And fuck, were you used to it. The feeling of him slowly fucking you was intoxicating, the wet sounds of his cock slowly pounding your pussy making your toes curl.

“I-It feels good!” you mewled in pleasure. “Feels so, so good, Katsuki! You’re so…big…oh, my God…” 

Bakugou chuckled above you, his hands moving to press down into the mattress on either side of your head. “I didn’t even start really fucking you yet and you’re already going cross-eyed?” He scoffed at you, eyeing the pretty little whore that has replaced you taking his cock below him. “Fucking slut. I’m gonna have fun with you.” 

He began to go a little deeper, plunging into you, then pulling out to do it again. And again. And again. All this time, you’re rubbing your clit that squelches in delight as Bakugou continued to rail you. When he suddenly grabbed your legs and put them around his waist, you just about came right there. “That good to you, baby girl?” he growled to you. “Am I fucking you good?” 

“Y-Yes!” you gasped in time with his thrusts and the squeaking of your bedsprings underneath you. “So…oh, fuck!” Your mind was going blank, flashing white with the hot pleasure you felt. This shit had to be illegal. 

Especially the sounds Bakugou made above you as he stroked away, hips rolling just right into your core. He hooked his hands under your knees to get a better handle, “You feel so fucking good, Y/N,” he whined. “So tight and wet. So good taking my dick.” 

You cried out in response, pussy clenching around his cock at his words. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin of his back. You began to roll your hips into him, meeting his thrusts and hoping to take him deeper. He took this as a sign. “Faster?” he asked. You practically threw a fit, pleading with him to do it. “Yes, please!” you begged him, in near tears. “Go faster, daddy! Please fuck me!” 

Those words seemed to turn him into another person. Gone was the considerate, gentle, loving Katsuki you adored. Now in his place was a stranger–merciless and in control; dominant in every way. You squeaked as he began to thrust into your faster, nudging your clit even more than before as you kept rubbing, making you see stars. 

He leaned down, greedily kissing your lips, wet and sloppy, as he continued to pound into your sobbing-wet pussy. “Look at that pretty little pussy spread for me, stretchin’ around my big dick,” he dirtily growled against your lips. “No other man is gonna make you feel this way, you know that, right?” You whimpered, screwing your eyes tight. “But I won’t let ‘em. There’s gonna be no one else good enough for you but me.” 

His words. His dick. His scent. Him. All of him, was too much. Your orgasm rose before you even had a chance to sense it. It was just suddenly there, dawning on you like the morning sun. “Oh, my God, Katsuki!” you shouted deliriously, getting closer and closer to that edge again. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna–” 

Your voice cut off as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You came all over Bakugou’s cock with a loud moan that tore from your throat, signaling your joyous end. Bakugou never let up. Though he slowed down a bit to let you ride the wave, he never stopped fucking you, even as the sound of your wet pussy grew increasingly and embarrassingly loud. His eyes greedily drank in the way your pussy pulsed around his cock and how creamy his shaft became. 

He gripped your thighs against his waist as you finally came down from your high, breathing heavy and staring at him like he was an angel. You smiled at him, stroking his arms lovingly and humming in satisfaction. But he didn’t smile at you at all. He dark stare he drilled you with made you almost afraid. 

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, giving you a look at his hard dick coated in your cream. “Turn around and get on all fours,” he ordered. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” You blinked at him, surprised the suddenly switch of his personality. Regardless, you still hurried to position yourself to his liking on your jell-O legs. He smacked your ass harshly, making you squeak. “Hurry the fuck up,” he growled impatiently. 

You bit your lip to hide your excited smile as you planted your hands and knees into the mattress. You felt Bakugou behind you, his cock nudging your oversensitive clit. You bit your lip at the feeling, toes curling. “Move that ass around,” he growled. Heat traveled throughout your body as you arched your back and threw your ass around to his liking, winding your hips and causing his dick to slide against your clit more.

Bakugou sharply inhaled at the sight of you, urging you on more. “That’s it, mama. Do that just for me. Shit, I’d make it rain on you if I had my wallet on me.” You giggled, shivering at the feeling of his big, warm hand laying on your ass cheek. “Thank you, daddy,” you breathed, your voice reduced to a soft whisp. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips against your cheek as he softly slapped his dick against your pussy. Whimpers fell from your lips. His hand then crawled up your neck and gripped your throat, making you gasp. “Grip the sheets tight, babe,” he whispered to you, “‘cause I’m not gonna be gentle.” 

You smiled, arching your back more for him. You wanted this. You wanted him. “Don’t be. Fuck me up, baby.” With a growl and a smack on your ass, he gripped his cock and sheathed himself inside of you once more. He barely gave you time to adjust to being filled again before he was rocking his hips into you, dicking you all the way down. 

You mouth flew open as sparks of pleasure shot deep into you, your eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. “Oh, my God!” you practically screamed to the Lord above you, silently thanking him for this. 

Bakugou cackled down at your reaction, putting up his leg on the bed for better leverage as he gripped your hips, fingering digging into your flesh. “I told you I wouldn’t be gentle,” he grunted with each thrust, “but you just had to push it. You just love being a teasing little slut, don’t you, hm? You love pro Dynamight’s little slut.” 

He smacked your ass hard, the sharp sound cutting through the air. “Say it!” he hollered. “Tell me you like it!” Your head dropped to face the mattress, the feeling of him fucking you doggystyle too much. “I-I love it!” you whined aloud. “I love being yours!” 

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip your chin, forcing you to look up. He leaned forward, pressing his dick deeper into you. “Yeah, you do,” he breathlessly chuckled into your ear. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do. None of them extras can make you feel like this. No one could ever stroke that pretty pussy like me.” 

He fucked you just like that–deep and rough, never giving you any more than you could took. You took it all, so glad to be his. “No one!” you cried. “No one can fuck me like you do!” You knew it was true. No one could make you feel like this: so free and so unashamed. You wanted to be his slut. His baby girl. His toy. His everything. 

Your emotions got the best of you and you found yourself grinding yourself back into his cock, desperate for that third release of the night. “‘Bout to cum!” you sobbed. “Gonna cum again!” 

Bakugou fucked you faster, drilling into your pussy again and again, pushing you towards that finish line. “Cum again for me, baby!” he ordered you loudly, his voice bouncing off your bedroom walls. “I’ve fucking got you! Cum all over this dick!” 

You did. Fuck, you did. You came all over his dick the way he demanded you to, hard. This orgasm shook you, ripping your voice from your throat and causing your body to spasm uncontrollably against Bakugou’s hold. You could feel your cum drip down your thighs, probably messing up your comforter big time. But you didn’t give a fuck. That sedated feeling your orgasm gave you and the musky scent of Bakugou’s cologne didn’t allow you to. 

Exhausted, your arms gave you and you planted face first into your bed. Bakugou laughed as he slid out of you, causing you to whimper weakly. He hovered over you, pressing his lips to your ear. “Tired, baby?” he murmured softly to you, his hand soothingly stroking your back. You nodded wordlessly, body and pussy aching from the vigorous activity.

Then the man did a complete 180. “No, the fuck you’re not,” he growled. “Not yet.” Before you could question his motives, he was flipped your ass over, prying your legs apart, and settling between them. Your eyes widened at his still-hard dick now nudging at your clit and sensitive opening. How the fuck hadn’t he cum yet?! 

You couldn’t question it for long because he was sliding inside of you once more. As he did, he forced your legs and arms to wrap around him as his hands cupped your ass, fully sitting you down onto his cock as he straddled you. Your eyes widened and aa string of moans left your lips as he began to fuck you deep, hard, and rough into your mattress like he was trying hard to put a baby in you. 

Was Dynamight really folding your ass into a fucking mating press? 

His plump lips kissed all over your face as he fucked you silly, his big, muscular body pressing into you. “No one else, right?” he huffed, his breath fanning your face. “No other man can give you dick like this?”

He swallowed your words with his mouth, his wet lips and tongue moving sloppily over yours. “Say it, slut!” he growled against your lips. “Tell me whose you are! Who’s fucking you like this?” 

“Katsuki!” you screamed to the heavens, saying a silent apology to your neighbors for the noise. You were losing it now, tears dripping down your face and pussy spasming around his cock plummeting deeper and deeper into your wet depths. “Can’t…can’t do it! Too much!” 

“Goin’ dumb, honey?” he chuckled hotly. “Is my little baby goin’ stupid from this dick?” He leaned away from you and took your ankles into his hands, plunging into you deeper than you were sure was humanly possible. “Too bad. You’re gonna cum for me again. You can do it, babe. I know you can. You’re already takin’ this dick like a champ.” 

A sob left your lips, overwhelmed by the feeling and the sight of Bakugou. He was a picture of perfection; a wet dream carved by solid stone. Your hand went for his abs, his fingers lying flat on the planes of his toned stomach. You weren’t sure if you could cum again. Your pussy was crying, not sure either.

“Come on now,” he softly urged you. “Be a good girl and cum for me again. Last one, I promise…” He grunted, his face screwing up and triggering something inside of you. “‘Cause I’m about to cum too.” 

That seemed to do the trick because you felt that familiar knot begin to loosen for the fourth time tonight. Bakugou really was going to make you cum four times in a row. You gripped him close, wanting him to feel this moment, wanting to be closer, just as you felt yourself beginning to unravel once more. “Oh, God!” you cried. “Katuski! C-Cumming! I’m…I’m…” 

“Fuck, you just got so tight!” Bakugou raspily whined, drilling you desperately now. “I’m gonna cum too, baby. Cum so deep inside you…” You nodded frantically, bouncing in his arms as he bounced you up and down on his cock that swelled inside of you, hitting that spot again and again. “Do it!” you pleaded to him. “Cum for me, daddy! Make me yours and only yours! Please!” 

And then it happened: you came for the fourth time that night, seeing nothing but the universe and Bakugou’s eyes. Your cum sprayed and dripped all over him, flowing down his balls that finally emptied into you despite the rubber.

Strings of your name and shit, oh, my god, fuck, fuck, fuck fell from his luscious lips in the most delicious, orgasmic, raspy moans you’d ever heard as he came. He gripped your body to him like you were the most precious thing that existed. To him, you hoped you were.

You were seeing and feeling heaven for a moment, and even as it began to fade, you still held a piece of it as Bakugou slumped onto you but not enough to crush you. He rocked his hips a little slower before finally stilling, exhausted and coated in sweat. He breathed heavily against you, cradling you to him. You smiled into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Bakugou gave you one more feeble squeeze of your breast, finally slid out of you, and tossed the ruined condom in the trashcan beside your bed. After he carried you to the bathroom since you could barely walk and let you pee, he dug into the covers and helped you under them. You sighed as the cool sheets and soft mattress hit your clammy skin. Bakugou settled in next to you, one arm behind his head while the other wrapped around your waist.

“Shit,” he breathlessly chuckled. “You tuckered me out, girl. I haven’t cum that hard in a minute.” 

“Mmm…” you hummed tiredly, eyes fluttering shut. You leaned your head against his hard chest, the sound of his slowing heartbeat lulling you to sleep. “That was so nice.” 

Bakugou glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Just nice?” You would’ve said much more, but sleep was knocking at your door, demanding you open it. He seemed to notice you slipping away because he smiled down at you, chuckling softly. “Tired?” 

“Mmm…” You weren’t even sure if you answered him or not as your eyes got heavier and heavier. “Damn, I fucked you that good?” he cackled, his chest rumbling as he did. You smiled at the sound and at the feeling of his hand stroking your side. “Close your eyes, baby. Snuggle up tight against me.” 

You did so, wanting to be as close to him as possible. You didn’t want him to go. If this was just a dream, you were desperate to hang onto it. “That’s it,” he softly cooed, his voice becoming more muffled and distant the deeper you fell into sleep. “Get some rest. I’ll ask you again tomorrow when you wake up.” 

You slowly nodded and were suddenly knocked out, but not before feeling Bakugou’s lips kiss your forehead and the sound of his deep voice in your ear, whispering your name like a lullaby: 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

[aaakikoo]

BEST MATCH

paring -> b.katsuki x f!reader

an -> this is the last part! Thanks for reading, check out the series m.list & m.list. Stay tuned for future questions & posts!

summary -> your dating life sucks. Luckily for you, you have your best friend on your side to help you.

warnings -> cursing, jealousy, crying cheating, breaking up, breakdowns. tell me if I missed any!

series m.list - third / last part

you and Bakugou ended up standing in the same spot for about five minutes before the male next to you spoke. “What the fuck did we just witness.” You didn’t respond, instead you looked up at him.

“I- I don’t know, katsuki. I want to leave this place.” You managed to mutter he nodded before taking your hand in his, “let’s go.”

You arrived back at his apartment, “I’ll make your bed.” He said as he walked upstairs to the bedroom you usually sleep in whenever you sleep at his place.

You on the other hand remained in his kitchen, you drank a glass of water as you drifted to thoughts a bit.

All of your chats and flirts with Hitoshi were just a game for him, he was trying to win your heart for the sake of another woman’s heart. Your dating life truly sucked ass.

“Come upstairs y/n!” Bakugou yelled from the second floor, you started to walk upstairs.

You opened your bedroom door and walked in, “here I prepared it for you, tell me tomorrow early if you still don’t feel well.” He said as he came closer to you. The blond placed his both hands on your shoulders and said. “Don’t think of that asshole, he didn’t deserve you anyway. You best believe I’ll never promote that motherfucker.” Katsuki said as he leaned in to you, he gently kissed your forehead and pulled away, but you wanted more than just that.

You quickly tugged him by his shirt collar and kissed him on the lips, as he moaned into yours. Both of you pulled away to catch your breath as katsuki smiled at you. “Good night, princess. Sleep tight.” As he left you alone in the bedroom.

You laid down in the bed as the heartbreak hit you. You actually liked Shinsou a lot, not that you were madly in love and crazy with him, but if you could date him, you definitely would. Soon after some thinking you drifted to sleep.

Your phone rang at 7am and you got up pretty quickly from your bed & headed downstairs, to see that your breakfast was already made for you, with a note beside it.

- already left for work, made you breakfast, text me if your coming to work or not. -K

You smiled at the cute note and pulled out your phone to text your best friend.

YOU at 07:06 [ morning kats, thanks for breakfast, I’m coming around 8! ]

You ate what was made for you and put on your clothing from the previous night and headed to the agency.

Fast forward to a couple hours later to lunch at the agency. Katsuki barged into your office before you scolded him again.

“Katsuki! Knock before you enter!” You told him as he smirked at you. “Listen princess, come to my office, let’s have lunch together and I have some things to tell you.” Katsuki said as exited without waiting for an answer from you.

You scoffed and followed him, he started chatting you up as the two of you approached the elevator.

As the two of you walked in you were met with none other than Kirishima, looking absolutely pissed, and Hitoshi, his eyes immediately lit up when he saw you, but you didn’t even look at him.

Bakugou clicked on the top floor button as you were concerned over his best friend. “Are you okay Red? What happened?” You asked the red hero, “I’ll inform you soon.” He said with an annoyed tone as he looked at Hitoshi.

“Good morning, L/N.” The purple man said, “morning.” Is all you replied with, “did you recover well? I was worried about you all night yesterday!” He said, well lied, straight to your face, you were disgusted by his words, sure he was missing you all night yesterday.

He kept on chatting and low-key flirting as dynamite said.

“This is a hero-agency not a club. You better act professional or else, you’re on thin fucking ice, mind games.” The explosive hero said as the elevator ride went silent.

The door opened to the top floor as you, dynamite and red riot got out.

As you and red riot sat on his couch and he sat on his office chair you felt serious tensions.

“What is going on?” You questioned.

“We’ve noticed some activities with the agencies money.” Red riot stated as he opened his tablet. “At first we thought it was technical issues or something like this, but after further investigation we found out that someone is using the agency’s cards for personal use.” He said as he looked at his best friend.

“The only people that could’ve been using from our money is the agency’s pros and side kicks, meaning no secretaries, assistants, and obviously anyone under that ranking. The question is who might it be.” Dynamite stated.

“Is there a way you could find who might be using money for personal purposes?” You asked him.

“Obviously we can, Red here, he can see all the actions that have been done through all the cards, he hasn’t noticed anything out of order for anyone else except this card number, 889703, there have been many food, designer clothes and other expensive purchases from this card. Issue is we don’t know who holds it.” Dynamite stated once again and the room fell in silence.

“Well how about we find out?” You suggested, and the two men seemed confused. “How are we going to find out?” Kirishima asked.

“Well can’t katsuki go through everyone he hired and check their profiles to find their card number, I’m sure the number 2 hero doesn’t give out debit cards just like that.” You laughed as katsukis eyes lit up and he quickly turned on his computer.

“All right thanks y/n, you two can relax until I find out who it is.” Katsuki said as you and Kirishima started talking about random stuff.

After a couple of minutes Katsuki said, “I found out who it is.”

After lunch break Bakugou ordered you and Kirishima to come to his office an hour before work is over, you both agreed and went back to work.

The rest of your day was boring, cleaning up your calendar & office, throwing out old papers and magazines, signing some sheets, you called the woman who needed you to sign her papers and gave them to her.

It was around an hour left of work so you decided to head over to Bakugou’s office. You entered to see Kirishima sitting on the couch.

A few minutes after, someone knocked on katsukis office before he ordered them to enter. A purple haired man walked in as he sat besides red riot.

“Hello everyone. You called boss?” He said.

“Yes I did, let us not waste anytime and jump right to the topic shall we?” He stated calmly, though you knew whenever Bakugou was nice it was sort of before the storm thing.

“Sure thing!” Hitoshi said, “red, would you mind give us a little introduction?” Dynamite said as he leaned back in his wheel chair and crossed his legs.

“We’ve noticed lately some changes in the agency’s bank account, at first we thought it was some technical issue, with some investigating we found out that a lot of money was lost from the agency.” Red stopped at looked at his friend, Bakugou looked at you, ordering you to continue.

“Later on, we looked further into the issue and we found out that there were no suspicious activities from the majority of the accounts, except for a specific one, on the account, different types of purchases were made, both expensive and ordinary, and that account number goes under the number of 889703,” you paused. You looked at Hitoshi to see him absolutely shitless, it was a funny sight, your attention turned to red riot to see him seriously upset, your attention drifted further to dynamite to him smiling at you.

“Our question here, Mind games, would you mind showing us your card.” Bakugou asked him, knowing there is no purpose of showing his card, he already knows who the card belongs to.

“Why? You can check yourself.” Hitoshi said, “I already did, and I already know who the owner of the card is.” Bakugou stated as he also crossed his arms over his chest, he looked so attractive like this.

The room fell into silence as Kirishima asked, “are you going to show us, or what?”

“No need, it is mine.” Hitoshi said as he pulled out his card and threw it at red riot.

“Why did you act on this? You knew the consequences.” Dynamite said.

“I was aware but-but I- I don’t think I was thinking every time I used the card. I regretted every time but my girlfriend kept on pushing me to use it for her own good.” He said as he smiled down on the floor, you looked at Bakugou to see him already looking at you. “I-I never had any luck with getting along with people, everyone thought i was a freak because I never liked to talk with anyone. I had a horrible social life but my girlfriend is the only one who gave me a chance.” He stopped as he began whipping the tears on his cheek.

“After I applied for this job, she couldn’t wait for me to get rich and spoil her, she threatened me to leave if I don’t spoil her. So I plotted something evil, I tried to get as close as I could get to L/N, so I could get to you. I knew all of the consequences of playing with someone’s feeling and toying with something so serious as the agencies money but I was blind. I was so scared that she would leave.” He stopped talking as the room was now dead silent, you felt a hot tear roll down your cheek.

“I knew L/N liked me, and I took advantage of that. I’m sorry L/N. I am sorry Dynamite.” He said.

“Well, I don’t think someone who truly loves you would ever threaten you to leave if you don’t give her money.” Bakugou said as he got up and stood in front of his desk.

“If that woman truly cares for you she wouldn’t have accepted you playing with another woman’s feelings or playing with your agencies debit card.” Bakugou stated in a serious voice left to space for arguments. There was no argument against what he said.

“I will be waiting for you resigning note tomorrow on my desk, the police are going to handle the rest.”

Just like that everything was over, your messages, and your dates with Shinsou and most importantly he was over. The next day you and Bakugou looked at his resigning papers, in addition to the email Bakugou had received from the police. He was going to pay a money penalty in addition to six months with a fetter penalty.

Everything was now back to normal.

The same weekend Bakugou took you to a small park where you could refresh your mind. You leaned on the blonds shoulder as you slowly muttered. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

“What for?” He asked as he held you tight. “For everything.” You told him as you leaned into his lips and softly pecked them. He smiled as he kissed your cheek. “When are you going to be mine, Hm?” He asked you. “Right now.” You answered as you fell into his muscular arms. “Yeah?” You both fell into laughter.

Being his girlfriend is great, but not so very different, you guys still both work at the same place with the same tasks and visit each other super often, you guys had been close from the beginning so it wasn’t so different, except kissing and spicy times.

In general everything is great, dates in the weekends and making out in breaks at your office. Movie nights, me care days and night drives. Everything is amazing you think you should’ve made your move a long time ago on the blond man.

But no relationship is flawless. You wouldn’t admit it but as much as you see katsuki so much you miss him sometimes, he works alot more than you do. He sometimes has late night patrols where he had to cancel the date to go to work, or interviews where bunch of girls and woman eying him and ask him sensitive questions knowing he is a taken man.

You feel sometimes jealousy in your stomach but you wouldn’t tell him.

Everything aside, he is supposed to take you out today, so you were now getting ready at his apartment, you live in it at this point.

You were doing your hair, you wanted to perfect it with the most beautiful hair spray and butterfly golden claw clip, not to mention the pretty modest wine red dress that he loves so much.

He arrives soon after as you welcome him back.

“Hey pretty. I’ll take a quick shower.” He tells you and you nod to him, preparing a quick meal for the man.

After he showers he heads to the kitchen and eats what you had prepared for him.

After he is done he walked up to you and hugged your waist, “you look s’pretty, Hm?” His head dropped on your shoulder and you put your hands in his hair, “only now?” You asked him.

“Always. Always so pretty, baby.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll be back, I’ll get ready alright?” He says and runs upstairs, as you finish off your make up and hair.

As he walks back down and tells you to wear your shoes his phone calls.

You sit back down on the couch waiting for him to finish the phone call.

“Hello?” Silence.

“What the fuck?” More silence.

“I can’t come right now.” Silence.

“Alright fine.”

He presses the red button and looks at you. Without a word you get up and turn on his electric kettle to make some tea.

“Y/n, don’t be mad at me.” He says as he walks to the kitchen counter.

“I have to leave.” He says as he comes even closer.

“It’s fine Katsuki.” You say.

“Are you okay?” He asks you as he takes your hand. “I’m fine kats.” You say, sounding anything but fine.

“I’m sorry y/n.” He kissed your hand. You turn to him and stoke his cheek. “It’s fine babe, your work comes first.” You say on the edge of crying. Bakugou goes back into the living room and unbuttons his white shirt.

You take out your butterfly clip as your hair falls down on your back. Katsuki looks at the way your hair falls back, he feels guilty because he never got to tell you how pretty you made it look.

He fully wears his hero costume before he says, “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He tells you, you know that he will not be back until at least 1 am.

“It’s alright I’ll be waiting for you.” You tell him, he kisses you hard before leaving. As you shut the front door you stand in the hallway, letting the tears fall.

You took off your dress and make up and wore comfy pjs and hopped in his bed, soon after you drifted to sleep.

You woke up the day after tired. You got dressed quickly and headed to work.

As you you got in to your office you saw a bouquet of flowers on your desk with a note.

- I’m so fucking sorry for yesterday. Here is a little something to make it up for you :) -K

He always knows how to get you with these little notes.

This continued for about half a year, where the only time you and Katsuki would have Together is during lunch break. He would come home late because of patrolling, and you would sleep while waiting for him, only for him to arrive late and leave early where you would only see him at work.

Not to mention the annoying interviews he has to attend, both of you dislike them.

You were growing tired of this life style. You’ve had enough of being excited for a date together only for him to end up being called back to work. You’ve had enough of staying up late & waiting for him. You’ve also had enough of crying.

That night, you waited for him to come home. He had told you he would be let out early.

As he arrived you offered him a bath as always and after dinner you told him to hear you out.

“Katsuki.” You started.

“Yes baby?” He answered.

“I want to break up with you.” Silence. Deep silence fell into the room.

“What?” He asked you as he stood up from the couch. “Listen it’s not easy for me either, but, I have had enough of this.” You told him, looking up from the floor and into his sad eyes.

“What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?” He asked you.

You shook your head. “It’s not that. The issue is that I cannot handle you coming back so late and leaving so early where i would only be able to see you at our limited 30 minute lunch break.” You stated as you began crying.

“Y/n-“

“Katsuki! I’m tired of those ugly ass bitches eying you up and down at interviews and I’m tired of being disappointed all the time.” You said as you whipped your tears.

“I know that I signed up for his but I do not want to be sad in a relationship. I know that work is important for you and you cannot half do each. So one of them got to go.” You smiled at him. He stood there in complete silence.

“Y/n. Don’t leave me. I promise I’ll be better at balancing—“

“No, katsuki. I can’t do this now. I’m sorry.” You said as turned your back to him.

“I’ve already packed my bags from your place and I’ll leave tomorrow. We would still be how we were like before.”

It’s been weeks since you broke up with Bakugou. Since then, your relationship at work haven’t changed, he still invites you for lunch in his office & drives you home if you call him to do so. He respects your boundaries more though, suck as, he knocks on your door before he enters, over all the, the blond man respects your decision.

However he is still trying to get over you, and the fact that you guys are still close best friends doesnt help either, he had been trying to improve himself & his work life for your and his sake, but it’s not something that can be done in one night.

He hasn’t hanged out with Kirishima and his other friends for so long & they’ve been nagging him to do so, so he can think of something else other than the breakup, you on the other hand have been doing a better job than him, thanks to your best friend Mina.

Since the breakup, she didn’t want to leave you heartbroken, especially when it wasn’t a bad breakup, so she set you up with many people, tinder dates, double dates etc, none of them worked out though, until you came across a special someone.

Shouto Todoroki.

One of your old friends from U.A. You remember being so attached to him because he was so nice to you, helped you out whenever you needed him, both trainings and homework’s. You guys even used to hang out outside of school.

But when you found out that one of your friends, Yaoyorozu Momo, really loved him, you gave up on the man for her sake, you don’t really know how they ended up.

Thanks to Mina, you and Todoroki have gotten to go on multiple dates together movies dates, late night drives & restaurants dates.

Being together with him brings you real nostalgia. You really like Todoroki, like truly.

In the meanwhile, also thanks to Kirishima Bakugou has gotten slightly better, haven’t gotten completely over you yet, but better than nothing.

Kirishima suggested he’d go out with Uraraka after all. He had DM’ed her telling her that he was sorry for canceling the date, since he had to “take care of his sick friend” and suggested another date he was attending today.

You both know completely nothing about each others personal lives anymore.

Right now you were waiting for Todoroki to pick you up, and take you to his family house. When the two of you arrived you were warningly welcomed by his mother and siblings. His father was rough but since he knew shouto liked you he started to open up to you.

Bakugou was going to this restaurant with Uraraka on the same day. He arrived before her & she came some minutes after. She sat herself down before greeting him and him doing so too.

“You’ve changed so much, Baku. For the better of course.” She complained the man as she shoved away her purse showing the top of her dress that exposed her breasts.

“Thanks, you haven’t changed much though, appearance wise.” He said looking out the window.

“Why are you on dates? What happened with you and the shitty nerd?” He asked him as she scoffed. “I broke up with him, he thought that I was only interested in his money, that’s not true, I broke up with him because he didn’t have time for me and he prioritized his job over me.” She completely let go of her thoughts to the explosive guy.

Bakugou was in deep thinking. Sounds familiar, as if it was the reason you also broke up with him.

“Well I’m not the right guy for you, because my ex also broke up with me because I prioritized my job over her.” He smiled sadly.

“Huuuuh?” She said while resting her chin on his palms, “don’t worry I’m sure you are better than deku, you’re dynamite after all.”

First red flag, he noticed. The fact that she didn’t care about the same problem deku had is suspicious, why would she want to go through what she

“Who’s the ex, by the way?” She asked she tugged down her dress a little bit.

“Y/n dumped me a few weeks ago, because I prioritized my work over her.”

Uraraka laughed.

“I’m sure she’s overreacting!” She said while continuing to laugh.

Another red flag.

After an hour or so, Bakugou was got tired of her talks about deku’s flaws as a boyfriend, and her toxic relationship with her friends, he excused himself and drove home.

Kirishima had asked his friend about the date and Bakugou didn’t seem very interested in Uraraka. Though Kirishima suggested he’d try again, telling his friend what Mina had told him about you and Todoroki.

A couple weeks after, Bakugou and Uraraka got together, she confessed to him by “I love you so much, I think I have always did since U.A! During my relationship with Deku I could only think about you.”

Bakugou didn’t like the sound of that but he didn’t think much of it.

On Bakugo and Urarakas first date as a couple, he had invited her to a fancy restaurant and you best believe the paparazzi didn’t let this juicy case slip from their hands.

They ended up being the headline for many articles and news channels for a week.

Two weeks into their relationship and the blond man received a text from his friend and rival.

SHITTY NERD at 17:34 [ good afternoon, I heard that you and Ochaco are official, from Kirishima! Congratulations Kacchan😁. Just be careful alright? I wish you the best. ]

YOU at 17:40 [ I’ll make sure that red head will pay, what the fuck do you mean by be careful? ]

SHITTY NERD at 17:43 [ nothing in specific, just keep your eye open! Have a good night. ]

YOU at 17:44 [ whatever ]

Weird, Bakugou thought and continued on with his day.

You didn’t miss the amount of times of Uraraka coming to the agency to see her boyfriend, Bakugou had stopped inviting you over for lunch because “his girlfriend doesn’t like that.” & in addition to he doesn’t drive you anymore & guys barley talk about anything at all.

It’s quite sad, but on the other hand, right now you were being confessed to. By Shouto Todoroki the guy you’ve been crushing on.

It’s been a year since you and Bakugou entered new relationships.

You love shouto with all of your heart. He makes you smile and laugh all the times, you guys share both sweet and hot touches. And the dates never end, you feel so happy because he is capable of making time for you.

Bakugou doesn’t understand why Uraraka is still together with him when he also focuses on his career just like deku did.

Moreover, he likes the attention he gets from her but it’s not exactly the same as you.

All Uraraka does is, talk about the toxic nature in her friendships and who backstabbed who, & if he doesn’t text her she wouldn’t text him unless if she wants him to buy her wishlist, and they never take those goofy cute pictures he used to take with you, only the explicit ones where he feels uncomfy for her Instagram.

Today he came home early from work, he showered and ate dinner before his door rang, he opened it to see his girlfriend standing their.

“Hello.” He said as he opened the door completely for her, “hi.” She said calmly, “im here to collect a few things, im leaving.” She said coldly while crossing her arms over her chest.

“Leaving?” He asked in shock. “Where the hell are you leaving.” He said, “oh? I didn’t tell you, im leaving to America, I’ve found this rich older guy who’s willing to spoil me.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What the fuck?” Bakugou didn’t know what to say. “Yea, im breaking up with you, I only got with you so I could use you for your money.” She said as she barged in, she walked upstairs collecting her boys mist, conditioner & a few lipglosses and socks.

She stood at the door and Bakugou was behind her speechless. “By the way, Deku was so much better than you as a boyfriend, but it doesn’t matter. I used you both up.” She smiled in an evil way.

“Goodbye.” She waved at him and left his apartment.

The door was shut, and his apartment rang silent. He couldn’t believe what had happened just now. She just walked in casually, broke up with him, told him he was being fooled & used and now she’s leaving to another country for someone else.

Bakugou couldn’t believe his ears, deku was right after all, he should’ve watched out, he couldn’t watched out to many things in fact.

The way she only ever texted him or complimented him was either if she wanted something or to flex him in front of other people. There were many red flags he should’ve looked out to.

But he didn’t.

Because he didn’t see those flags, he wanted to get over you so badly he tripped hard on his way.

He is angry at himself for letting himself get fooled easily just like that.

He decided to go out to the park for a walk.

He wore his usual baggy jeans, hoodie and headed out.

He plugged in his earbuds and shoved his hands in his pockets and headed to the park.

After around half an hour he decided to walk home, and on his way out the park gate he saw a familiar figure on one of the benches, he walked closer and closer to the familiar person until he realised it was you.

He paused his music as he walks to you, “hi y/n.” He says and you lift up your face to see him, to his surprise he sees the that you’re eyes are red and puffy, you’re in white heels and long wine red dress.

He takes a seat behind you and asks what is wrong. As he caresses your cheek.

“I-I todoroki- he-“ you stopped as you were trying to stop your cries.

“Take your time idiot.” Bakugou said, whipping the tears off of your face.

“He cheated on me.” You said as you completely broke down once again, Bakugou stood there in shock for the second time in the past two hours.

“What how? How did you find out.?” He asked as he rubbed your shoulder’s gently.

“I was going to surprise him at his agency for our year anniversary and I saw him kissing Yaoyorozu, I thought we were a good match together.” You said as you took the napkin Bakugou offered you, as you dried your tears Bakugou spoke.

“If it makes you feel better, I was also dumped today, Uraraka told me that she used me for money and left the country for another guy.” He stated calmly and you looked at the man with wide eyes.

“And I thought my case was bad.” You mumbled, “they’re both shitty, princess. Sorry haven’t had any contact with you for the past fucking year, Uraraka didn’t like that I was too close with you.” He said he leaned back on the bench.

“It’s fine, Todoroki didn’t want me to talk to you either it’s not just your fault.” You said as you threw your arms over your best friend.

“I’ve missed you katsuki.” You said as you snuggled closer to him. “Missed you too, idiot.”

“Uraraka would never be able to replace you even in a 100 years,” he said gently massaging your scalp with is fingertips.

“Fucking Todoroki would never either, I was so stupid and I thought he was the best match for me, don’t know when I’ll find my best match I’ve been looking all over the place.”

Silence fall over the two of you.

Before Bakugou speaks.

“Maybe the reason we both ended up in shitty positions is because, we are each others best match.”

- the end

[archaxwii]

Omg its been AGES since I wrote a vore fic it's so fun why'd I stop lmao

Sorry its not mcyt I've been struggling with writing that lately so here's some S/D/V vore of my darling Shane and my oc Ember!

Warnings: Contains fearplay, mentions of digestion (none happen), safe, soft, nonsexual vore, and slight injury and blood, and alcoholism but it's Shane so that's a given

"Another one, Shane?" Emily asked as she dragged away a recently drained mug.

He gruffly nodded and she whisked away. She'd long since stopped trying to convince him to quit his nasty habit, despite her obvious disapproval. 

Work was a slow, boring slog today, and with Morris looming over his head like a stormcloud after messing up a palette while stacking it left him stressed and tired. Luckily the Saloon was relatively empty today,only his fellow alcoholic Pam was with them, and she was near passed out like usual so there was no one to chatter endlessly and increase his migraine. Even Emily seemed to notice his dour mood and left him alone.

She brought over his next beer and he was swift to gulp it down. He was around 4 (was it 5?) in and it was already getting late. He was also quite hungry but he was already racking up a tab at the Saloon so he didn't want to add any food to his bill.

He sighed as he finished his beer, burping quietly from drinking too fast. He slid the mug back to Emily and paid for what he'd drank that night.

Shane gave her and Gus a half hearted wave and he stumbled out of the bar into the cool night of fall.

He trudged home, hands in his ratty jacket pockets and occasionally staggering off the path. Maybe he had drank 5...

He was brought out of his hazy stupor by a high, squeaky voice. He blearily looked around, it was just outside Marnie's ranch, but he saw no one.

'Oh right...the tinies...' he looked down and sure enough there was a very grumpy farmer looking up at him. Looks like one wrong step and he would've squished the poor fella, no wonder he's pissed.

The farmer had moved in at the beginning of spring and while living all by himself as a tiny, and making his own fortune, he'd managed to fit himself into the village pretty well. A lot of people in town liked him.

Shane was not one of those people.

Shane didn't like anyone in this town, except for Jas (and maybe Marnie), and he especially didn't like little firecrackers who were so bright and loud despite how tiny they were. Even if he did bring Shane some delicious gifts.

"Sorry, little dude, didn't see ya there." He huffed, intending to continue his short walk home.

"Hey I didn't walk here all the way from the mines in the freezing cold just for you to almost step on me! You could stand to watch where you're going jerk!" The little farmer yelped.

Shane grit his teeth. He was already in a bad mood and this was not helping. He was hungry and his house was right there.

He bent down and picked the tiny up, much to his dismay, bringing him up to his face.

"Hey keep your paws to yourself asshole!" the farmer growled, but the fight left him as he sank into the warmth of Shane's hand. Shane did notice he was shivering and his skin cool to the touch. It must be miserable walking around in the fall and winter.

"Look man, it's freezing can you just take me home? It's not that far away!" The farmer pleaded. Shane could see his icy eyes glimmering to gain sympathy.

Unfortunately for him, Shane wasn't in a sympathetic mood.

A low, mournful growl erupted from his stomach. Longing for something to fill it. The farmer seemed to recognize what was about to happen right as the idea popped into Shane's head.

"O-or you can just set me down! It's not that far I can probably make it! Please let me go I promise I won't bother you anymore!" Hm, a tempting offer, but now that his hunger had been rekindled he was hellbent on making a meal outta this farmer.

"Don't worry, kid, I've got a place that will warm you right up." He grinned. He brought the farmer to his mouth and lapped his tongue right across his face.

"Ack- your breath is disgusting!" He rewarded that smart comment with sticking the upper half of the farmer right in his mouth.

"Shane! This isn't funny, let me go!" He shouted, legs kicking furiously. Shane hummed as he slicked up the farmer. He had a savory, smoky taste to him that was absolutely delicious. Wanting more he pushed the farmers legs inside, now sealing him completely in his mouth.

The farmer thrashed angrily on his tongue, trying desperately to get a holding but Shane was quick to pin him to the roof of his mouth. Swallowing down saliva that had already pooled there.

Shane's stomach growled again, sensing the meal not too far away, and he figured it was time to finally fill it.

"Shane, I swear to Yoba, let me go!"

'If you say so.' He thought cheekily before swallowing heavily.

Ember yelped as he was shoved headfirst into his hot, tight gullet. A wave of dizziness washed over him as he was now almost completely vertical.

Another swallow pushed him a few inches lower. Another and he could hear the slow but heavy pounding of Shane's heart.

He whined at the sensation, going from the freezing air to this sweltering, crushing heat was melting his brain. He could feel his own heart rabbit-beating in his chest with fear.

Another wave and he dizzily thought about how much he loved learning about the digestive system in college, how fitting for him to die becoming apart of it. For some drunkard town loser no less.

Another swallow and he was met with a tight junction, a final one sealed his fate and his slid into his permanent resting place.

He yelped with disgust as he processed the stench of the stomach he resided in, months of nonstop drinking hadn't been kind to the organ. A pool that covered his legs must be the last dredges of what Shane had drank before meeting Ember. From what he could tell it was only beer by the unpleasant scent, but that was likely to change swiftly.

The drunken man sighed and patted his belly, and he yipped with fear as the stomach tightened around him, only for it to return to normal as Shane belched unapologetically. Shane chuckled, causing light vibrations to shake the chamber.

'What an awful way to die." He thought bitterly.

He growled, turned around and slamming his fists into the wall behind him." Let me out of here! You're gonna let me die cause I was rude to you one time?! If I did that I would've eaten you months ago!" He snarled furiously.

Shane huffed, patting his stomach condescendingly." Shame ya couldn't, aye kid?" The encounter had sobered him up quite a bit, and he was feeling much better with something filling him. He padded the short distance home and wandered to his room with no trouble. Marnie and Jas were almost certainly asleep by now. That just meant he had plenty of time to spend with his little cargo.

He shucked off his shoes and Joja jacket and slumped into bed, resting a hand on his belly.

"I swear I'll gut you Shane, don't tempt me!" The farmer threatened. He considered being nice and telling the tiny that he wasn't planning on digesting him, and he'd simply let him out in the morning after he'd had his fun, but he was enjoying toying with the little thing too much.

"I'd like to see you try, kid." He huffed as he absently rubbed his belly with a smirk.

"Alright, I warned you!" Shane winced as he actually felt a spike of pain in his gut.

"Ghh-what?" He grunted, tightening his grip on his stomach.

"I told you I just got out of the mines! No respectable miner goes in without a sword, dumbass!" Dammit, he conceded he literally asked for this. Karma was such a bitch sometimes.

The pain blossomed uncomfortably across his abdomen." Ack- I wasn't gonna hurt you kid! I just wanted to mess with you!" He growled through gritted teeth.

"Not gonna hurt me?! I'm in your stomach dude!" The farmer shrieked. Shane already felt like he had a hangover.

"Yeah and I can stop myself from digesting you, it's a giant thing, don't you know that?!" He said gruffly.

The farmer was silent for a moment.

"No...I'd never met any giants before I came to this town, I always stayed in tiny circles." He admitted.

"I thought you went to college?"

"Well students weren't really eating each other there!"

"Heh, your college sounds lame we used to do that all the time."

"You're gross dude."

Shane grinned but winced at another wave of pain." I know, but I'm not evil, I really wasn't gonna hurt you, I'm..." he sighed deeply," I'm sorry for scary you, kid, and for being such an ass to you." He murmured regretfully.

"You should be!...I'm sorry for stabbing you." The farmer apologized." I thought I was gonna die, in my defense." He added on.

Shane chuckled and gritted his teeth at the spike of pain that followed." Fair enough, I should probably go see Harvey, he's gonna be pissed at me wakin' him up so late." He sighed.

"Eh, I've had to be brought in late at night several times, I'm sure he's used to it by now." The farmer said nonchalantly.

Shane groaned, rubbing his stomach to alleviate some of the pain." Welp, this is gonna be an awkward conversation."

—

Harvey was disappointed in Shane for toying with the poor farmer and said so to his face. He asked if Shane had learned his lesson to which he'd sheepishly nodded, now painfully sober.

He'd also learned his tiny companion was named 'Ember' as well. He'd never bothered to learn the little farmers name since he tried to stay away from him as much as possible.

Harvey gave him some painkillers and antibiotics that would heal the wound within a few days, but he'd been told to stay off drinking until then, much to Shane's displeasure.

When he'd been asked if he wanted to be released Ember had actually stated he wanted to remain for the night.

"I feel bad for hurting you, and I don't wanna send you home with an empty belly." He remarked as they walked back to the ranch. Shane raised an eyebrow." You don't have to force yourself to stay in there for my sake, I can heat up some frozen pizza when I get back home."

Ember was silent for a moment.

"Well...I kinda like it in here..." He whispered so soft Shane could barely hear.

A dumb grin plastered itself across his face." What was that?" He asked.

"Grr, I said I like it! Once you get over the smell and the gross wetness it's...almost relaxing in here." He admitted reluctantly.

Shane was surprised to hear a real confession out of the farmer. He rubbed his stomach as he made his way back home. Again.

"Yknow you're not the first tiny I've heard say that, you're not even the first I've heard say that about me. Sometimes I wonder what all the hype is about." Ugh, why did he admit that? This guy wasn't his friend!

Ember also seemed surprised, judging by his silence."...Well, it's nice and warm, and it's cozy, and hearing your uh- your heart and lungs blocks out the white noise of my head. It feels like a good place to fall asleep...oddly safe." He described hesitantly.

Shane hummed." Mm, that does sound nice." When's the last time he actually felt safe anywhere? Now he really wished he could experience it. He refused to say that out loud, though.

Soon they were back in the ranch and he flopped back onto his bed for a second time that night. Hopefully no sharp pointy things would interrupt his relaxing.

He jumped at a soft sensation from within him.

"Oh! Sorry, did I hurt you?" Ember apologized.

"No, what was that?" He asked, wanting to have the feeling back.

"I just felt like I should make it up to you somehow, figured rubbing your belly from the inside might feel nice." Shane flushed a little from embarrassment, and was grateful it would be too dark for Ember to see from inside.

"It- uh- it does feel nice, you can keep doing it, if it doesn't bother you." He answered shyly.

Ember raised an eyebrow. This man was completely different to the rough, mean predator that had devoured him earlier, where had this soft side come from?!

He went back to gently rubbing the rough, battered walls of the stomach.

Ember could audibly hear Shane sighing contently from the woosh of air rushing out of his lungs. A small smile spread across his face.

"Ahhh, thanks kid." He patted his belly fondly, and drifted into sleep with ease, having the best nights sleep he'd had in years.

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 8

"Don't be, Momma. I was just about to tell Scarlett and Florence how you're a stripper!" Oh god.

Scarlett and Florence abruptly look at me wide-eyed, and I laugh nervously. "I'm not- she doesn't even know what a stripper is."

"Yes I do. A stripper is a person who acts or dances in a seductive manner and gradually removes their clothing piece by piece, especially to the accompaniment of music. I looked it up," Syd states with a shrug.

"Oh god," I mumble to myself. "I'm not a stripper. I just, um..." I look to Ash for help, but she looks like she's about to piss herself laughing.

"Syd just means that...yeah, I got nothing. Sorry boss," Ash fails to give an excuse.

Sighing, I say "I was a stripper. I am not anymore." They nod, and Florence briefly rakes her eyes down my body, raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly. What the fuck. "Not that there's any shame in being a stripper," I quickly add. Maybe a little too quickly.

It gets uncomfortably quiet very fast, but luckily Ash 'saves' it. "Yeah, it just means that Y/N is very good with a pole. And lap dances." I slap my hand against my face and pray for someone to please make it stop. "Actually, I'm sure she'd be willing to show you guys," Ash adds.

"No, no I wouldn't. I mean I wouldn't be opposed to it, but I- no I'm not going to show you," I ramble, making it so much worse.

"What a shame, I'm sure Flo would love a demonstration," Scarlett says, smirking.

Florence blushes vibrantly and stumbles over her words, quickly averting her eyes from mine.

"Momma, are you sure they aren't your girlfriends?"

"Sydney, I swear to god I am going to sell you if you don't stop," I warn her, feeling like I am going to cry from embarrassment.

"Aw, don't sell her. She brings in nice tips," Ash says.

"Yeah, Mom. I bring in nice tips," the demon child sasses, blowing a raspberry at me.

"As...interesting as this has been, we should really get going," Scarlett says, trying not to laugh.

"Yes, but I'll see you tomorrow," Florence adds, looking directly at me. I smile lightly and nod, waving goodbye as they get up and leave.

Once they're gone, I groan loudly and drop my head against the counter. Syd scooches across the counter and lays her head on top of mine, mumbling "Sorry, Momma. Didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't upset me, baby. I'm just...some parts of my past are better kept private, okay?"

"Okay."

"That was funny as shit though," Ash snorts, bursting out in laughter.

"Ash said shit!" Syd yells.

"So did you!" I yell back.

Chaos. My life is chaos.

Later that night, around eight o'clock, Ash is long gone and Syd is asleep in front of the TV while I clean up. I don't expect to get anymore customers tonight, but the bell above the door rings. I look up, and Florence is walking in, briefly looking over to Syd before shooting me a crooked smile and asking "Can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course," I say with furrowed eyebrows, motioning for her to sit next to me at the counter. She sits down and I ask "What's up?"

"Um, I just wanna apologize for earlier. I know that it was none of our business, and you probably didn't want us to know all that-"

"Flo," I cut her off, laughing. "It doesn't bother me, really. Sometimes kids just talk a lot. It's no big deal. I mean, my past employment is not exactly something I advertise, but I'm not really ashamed of it, either. I did what I had to do to support my kid. And it got me here, so..."

"Do you mind me asking why, uh, why you-"

"Why I danced for horny men?" I finish for her. "Syd is...I love her with all my heart and she's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but I didn't- I didn't exactly conceive her willingly. Then I was on my own at sixteen years old, so I moved here and worked at a small diner until she was about two months old. I just didn't have enough money, so I walked into a club and they hired me at seventeen. I did dance most of my childhood, so I guess it was just a good fit. I got better at it, and two years later I had enough money to quit and open this place up," I explain, gesturing to the shop around us.

"That's..." Florence swallows thickly and looks down at the counter. "I'm really sorry you had to deal with all that on your own."

"I'm not," I say with a smile, looking over at Syd. "I do the best I can, and I may not be the best mother, but I've done everything I can for that girl. I just want her to be happy, and I've gotten us to a good place."

"That's amazing, Y/N. Truly." I smile and blink away the tears that had misted over my eyes, holding eye contact with Florence. She looks down at my lips, her breath catching in her throat before she turns away from me.

"So you've made up with your dad since then?" she asks. I send her a questioning look and she says, "You were talking to him on the phone earlier."

"Oh...yeah, I guess," I answer shortly. As much as I like Florence, I don't know her well enough to get into all of that.

"Right, well, I should head home. It's getting late."

"Hey, wait, are you walking home?" I ask.

"Yes, why?"

"Let me give you a ride. It's not safe to walk alone at night."

"I can just call an Uber."

"Don't be ridiculous. We won't get any more customers tonight, anyway," I state, standing up to get Syd. She's sound asleep, and her face is scrunched up the way it does when she has a headache, so I just pick her up instead of waking her.

I carry her to the doors and gesture with my head for Florence to follow, turning out the lights and locking the doors. "It's the blue Subaru," I tell Florence, pointing to the 2018 WRX parked on the street. I buckle Syd up and hop in the front. Florence gives me directions as I drive, and we quickly arrive at her apartment complex.

"Thank you for driving me, Y/N. You're very sweet."

"Anytime, Florence."

She leans over, kissing my cheek before getting out of the car and walking inside the building. I can feel myself blushing and internally scold myself. Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend. She. Has. A. Boyfriend.

"Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls comes on the radio and I scoff, glaring at the stereo system. "Don't mock me."

~

"And I'd give up forever to touch you 'cause I know that you'd feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't wanna go home right now."