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this year's @lisadigitalzine, "olathe, 199X" is finally out, meaning i can post my piece!
everybody's work for this project was so incredible, i really recommend checking everyone else's pieces out if you haven't already!
#lisa rpg#lisa the painful#birdie hall#birdie nash hall#i realized that i had somehow never drawn birdie with his boys outside of character design refs and very quick doodles#which seemed like a travesty considering *gestures towards all my birdie posting*#so! the pre-flash zine theme gave me the perfect opportunity
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Random idea that came to me. Crawling under bat boys hoodie and falling asleep on their chest
Brilliant idea anon, absolutely brilliant.
Jason would smile in amusement as he watched you try to burry yourself under his red hoodie, it was quite possibly the cutest thing heâs ever seen you do all day as he sets aside his book, just to watch the lump under his hoodie that was you crawl up towards his chest as though you were a cat.
He guessed his reading could wait as he investigates your reasonings for being so fucking cute.
âWhatcha doing?â Heâd ask as he lifts the collar of his hoodie to see you sigh in relief as you cuddled up to his chest, finally where you wanted to be.
âCuddling.â You replied.
âYou mean leeching off of my warmth more like you little shit,â he pokes you in the side through his hoodie, making you squirm, âarenât you going to get too hot down there? I run quite warm remember.â He adds, worried that you might get a little bit suffocated beneath his hoodie and his bare chest, he didnât want you to get lightheaded under his watch.
âIâll be okay jay birdie.â You kissed his pec, rubbing your cheek against it afterwards as you let out a massive yawn, Jasonâs warmth and overall comforting presence was enough to have you feeling a little sleepy. âI just was feeling a little cold.â You murmured the last part as your eyes felt heavy and your words becoming slurred as your body relaxed in the position that it was in.
Jason smiled softly as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. âOkay my little heat hogger, but if I think youâre getting too hot in there, Iâm taking you out.â He chuckled when you let out a small noise to let him know youâve heard him before falling asleep against him completely.
Heâll just have to let you crawl under his hoodie more often and he has a feeling this will become a tradition between the two of you sooner or later.
Dick couldnât help but squirm when you chirruped yourself under his hoodie.
âBabe!â He whined, âIâm ticklish!â
âSorry dickie bean, but Iâm cold and I want warmth.â Was your reply as you cuddled up to his chest, humming in content when you found the perfect spot to sleep on.
âI know but why do you have to burrow under my hoodie? Or is it so you can rest your head on my bare pecs?â Dick inquired as he throws his arms over you, keeping you where you were under his hoodie as you popped your head out from the collar to kiss his jaw.
âI like your warmth and listening to your heart beat, your tiddies are just the bonus aspect of it all dickie bean.â You responded as you disappeared back under the hoodie to rest your head on his pecs once more, closing your eyes in content.
âSince you think itâs okay to do this, does that mean I can do the same when you wear a hoodie?â Dick asked as he pouts, feeling as though he was missing out on something revolutionary. You giggled against him. âSure I donât see why not but I donât know if youâll be able to fit under my hoodie sweetie.â You answered, smiling to yourself at the idea of dick being stuck halfway under your hoodie, face buried in your tummy but heâs more then content there as he occasionally blows raspberries, much to your dismay.
âIâll hold you to that, but for now Iâll let you snuggle my pecs and leech off my warmth like the little hog that you are.â Dick teased as he kisses your head, smiling when he felt you tighten your grip on him however you could, even if it did tickle him a little bit he would endure it for you.
âIâm not a hogger.â You pout.
âThatâs what they all say, even the cute ones.â Dick tells you as he found himself drifting off to sleep.
Bruce
Raises a brow when you pulled up his hoodie, only to quickly crawl your way underneath and cling to his chest like a needy kitten. âCan I help you my dear? If youâre cold I can just tell Alfred to turn up the heat or fetch another blanket?â He asked the human sized lump under his hoodie that was you.
âNo! I like it here more.â Came your muffled response as Bruce felt you cling to him even more, burring your head in between his tiddies that were soft as a pair of pillows when he wasnât involuntary flexing his muscles. âThis is the only way I can combat the cold.â
Bruce chuckled softly, you humoured him with your antics and he didnât mind at all as he needed a moment or two of laughter in his life after going without it for a long, long while. âAre you planning staying there the entire evening? Wonât you get too warm or uncomfortable?â He asks as he makes his way towards the bedroom, uncaring of the double takes dick and Jason gave him when he passed by.
âIs Bruce pregnant?â Jason whispered to dick when Bruce was out of sight.
âNo itâs just y/n clinging to him. They do that when theyâre cold.â Dick replied but even for a split second he also thought Bruce was pregnant, not that heâd tell Jason that, ever.
âIâll be fine, besides Iâve got the greatest pillows right here to sleep on.â You cheekily told him and you lightly bite down on his pectorals and giggling to yourself. Bruce sighs, knowing heâs got yet another mark that heâll have to avoid explaining to Alfred or worse Clark but he likes the fact that you felt secure enough to cuddle under his hoodie, it warmed his heart and he knew that he would never stop you from doing so as it was just as therapeutic for him and it was for you.
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tf141 hanging out together and finding out that old man!Price has a girlfriend đŤ
The crowded pub bustles with the commontion of drunkards of varying degrees. Some slightly tipsy while others have decided to forgo their pants in the name of the King.
And then there's a group of men occupying a table at the corner of the pub. Simon with his balaclava on, Kyle with a cigarette between his fingers savouring the arcid flavour and Johnny ogling some girls on the other side of the pub.
All that was left was John, who makes his way to the table with four pints of beer. He sits down at the table with a grunt as he passes each on of the boys a glass. They all start chatting and catching up about everything's thats happened after Price's retirement.
Johnny begins to bitch and whine about the new captain saying how uptight he was critising everything the squad does that John would've probably turned a blind eye to.
John chuckles slightly, listening to them all talk about what's is going on with the taskforce. Despite the smile on his face, there is a bitter resentment inside of him, gnawing at him.
Useless, useless, useless
He takes a swig of his drink hoping that it'll calm his worries down. And lo and behold he receives a call from you, his baby. He smiles to himself and picks up the phone.
"Hey birdie, doing okay by yourself at home?" He asks softly.
That one sentence caught the attention of the other boys as they give each other quizzical looks. Who the hell could their former captain be talking to?
His mother, maybe his sisters? Nah, he wouldn't call any other birdie.
They listen to John's gravelly voice and breathy laughs as he talks to the mystery person on the phone.
What felt like hours to the boys and a few fleeting seconds for John, he hangs up and faces the group. He raises an eyebrow when he sees their faces contorted into expressions of confusion and curiosity.
"What?" John asks slightly defensively
"Who's the birdie, Captain?" Johnny asks with a tooth grin.
John shakes his head, "my girlfriend." he says in a matter-of-fact tone.
Their jaws drop to the floor. Shocked would be an understatement as to what they were feeling and thinking right now.
"You sure it's not schizophrenia, sir?" Kyle asks.
John huffs in annoyance. What the hell? Couldn't they just accept that John finally had someone in his life. A perfect little doll who patiently waits for him at home.
They all start to laugh obnoxiously, barking and howling as if they were witnessing a circus show. And John's irritation grew tenfold and he huffs a sigh of annoyance.
"Oi captain, why don't you show us a picture of your birdie and then maybe we'll believe ya. Or well just keep thinking that the sarin gas is still in your system." Simon says, followed by a cackle.
John rolls his eyes and opens his photo gallery and shows the trio a photo of you and him. The picture is of the two of you in bed, with you resting your head on his shoulder with a smile on your face as John is still fast asleep. Evidence of the previous night's lustful tendancies still apparent on both of them.
This time their jaws drop for certain as the tangible evidence is placed in front of them. You're beautiful, and that fucked-out, post orgasm face is something else. This isn't fair. How did Price get blessed with a beauty such as yourself.
Soap scowls and scoffs looking away and crossing his arms in annoyance. While Kyle gushes about how lucky Price his to hide his jealously rearing its ugly head. And simon simply stares at the photo with a discerning expression on his face.
John smiply smiles, his ego fuelled and his pride sky high.
"Well boys, I gotta get back to my doll. Maybe next time I'll bring her along." He exits the pub, leaving the boys all confused and jealous.
#john price#john price cod#john price smut#john price x reader#captain john#cod smut#tf 141#tf141 smut#captain price#john price x you#old man!price#ri's rants
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The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader
Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddieâs part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.
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Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.
âNope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-â
âWhat my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.â Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasnât seen in a very long time.
âGreat, then itâs settled,â Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.
It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.
Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.
How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.
âJust wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,â Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.
All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.
âYouâre not going to believe the rumour I heard today.â Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.
âWhat?â You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonightâs festivities.
âA little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.â She smirks.
âWho?â You challenge her back.
âWho, what?â Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.
âNancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but whoâs telling meâ you pout.
âOhhhhhhhh,â Robin smirks knowingly.
âOh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!â
Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.
âEddie Munson.â
âHa ha, very funny; you think Iâm going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?â You snort.
âNo, itâs true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.â She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.
âWho elseâs working it?â You try and ask casually.
Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.
âUm, Iâm not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.
âCoolâŚcoolâŚâ you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.
Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his âshiftâ at the booth, and he wanted to book it.
Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.
He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.
"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.
Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadnât thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?
âYou have some gum or something?â He asked quickly before Josh left.
He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.
âThanks.â
Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.
That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.
Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.
âCome on, Munson, your time to shine.â Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.
âYouâre the worst friends ever,â Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he wonât run away.
âYou can't serve the time and shouldnât do the crime.â Jeff laughed.
âThatâs not-â Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.
âDonât make me do this,â you plead with your best friends.
âYou have to do it,â âItâs now or never,â âHeâs right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. Itâs not that hard,â Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.
âYou guys, please, I canât!â You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.
You can see the look on Eddieâs face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? Youâre not too sure.
You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. âUm hiâ
Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.
âUh hey,â he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.
âBusy night for you?â You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.
âUh nope.â
âGood,â you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.
âGood?â He cocks a brow at you. âThe thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?â
âOh I didnât mean it like-â
âWhy are you even here?â
âOh- well- I um-"
âNo, I get it. Youâre just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends⌠You know I heard you say you canât do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-â
You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.
It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.
âWoahâ
âI hope that was okay.â You shy away.
âYeah.â Eddie sighed as he took you in.
As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.
âUm, here,â you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.
âOh no, no, the house,â Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.
âWell, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.â you flirt.
âOk, yeah, sure. Two for one.â Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.
You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.
âOk, lovebirds, thatâs enough.â the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.
You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.
âCan I get your number?â Eddieâs mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.
âCome find us later, lover boy.â Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.
âDude!â Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.
âMaybe we should sign up for this,â Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.
After you, Eddie didnât care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasnât too bad after all.
#eddie munson x reader#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie Munson fluff#eddie munson x gender neutral reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x male reader#Eddie Munson imagine
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For Your Eyes Only
đĽPoll Reveal: Birthday SpecialđĽ
Pairing: Bakugou x tattooed!reader (fitting theme for biker!reader, no?)
Words: 2.2k
Rating: 18+ (heavy smexy insinuations near the end)
Warnings: NSFWish, reunited lovers, partial undressing, body worship, tattoos, possessive!Bakugou, basically foreplay, implied sexual touch, reunited and it feels so good
Summary:
Someone's missed their Pro-Hero while he's been off lighting up villains for seven weeks straight. The meantime does gives you the brilliant idea for a gorgeous new tattoo, though... all for your darling hero as a birthday present while he's away on mission, so you can keep the freshly inked secret close to your chest. Pretty nice surprise waiting for Bakugou to unwrap when he gets home, yeah?
A/N: Remember THIS POLL? Y'all gave me some splendid direction, thanks so much to everyone who voted! Might still very well run with some leftover ideas and make another fic for our other recipient (Birdie Boy Hawks), but hope you enjoy the winner~
For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!
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"Ready for a surprise?"
Shrugging off his shoulder strap, Bakugou stares after you in snarky disbelief. He hasnât even taken his shoes off yet, dammit. Still, he canât help but smile.
"Hmm a surprise, huh? Takes a lot to surprise me, sweet thingâŚ"
"Oh, I think I've done it this time,â you swing your hips on your way to the kitchen. âYou haven't noticed it yet in all our calls- though I guess you haven't really had much chance to, lately."
"Tchâ don't remind me,â he toes off his travel shoes by the table. âThis whole âsecret agentâ bullshit took way longer than I thought it would- been dying to get back to you. Haven't talked to you in days, or had decent reception enough to look at a photo in weeks; forget anything else. Speaking ofâŚcâmere you.â
Bakugou slinks towards you, though you back up away from him, tugging your yukata taught from the back so he couldn't make a grab for it.
âWhatâre you runninâ way for, heh??â
"Not letting you spoil it so fast there, babe~!â
You hop onto the kitchen counter with a couple careful adjustments to the overlapping ends of your robe, âsweet, sexy appeal coating your words.
"If you're gonna unwrap it, you've got to have a good view."
Bakugou teased the tip of his canines with an appreciative chuckle.
"You're my present, are ya?"
"Something like that."
Bakugou eyed you over with sneaky wonder. What on earth could you be hiding.Â
His attention trailed down your legs- socked, but otherwise bare. He steps closer to you, wedging between your legs with a forceful jut of his hips, and cups your jaw into a long, starved kiss. You won't be getting out from under his grasp anytime soon, he's makinâ damn sure of that.Â
Itâs not your first kiss since Bakugouâs arrival through the door, but deeper than that quickie peck you'd given him at first sight. Youâd hugged him tight around the neck in perfect bliss after such a long separationâ only to dart away, killing any of his plans to never let you go.Â
That long-awaited kiss of greeting was kept painfully brief by Bakugouâs standardsâ followed immediately by your retreat to the kitchen, where youâre now acting the most secretive you ever have in your entire relationship.Â
He'd be crushed if he wasn't so confused.Â
Parting, he rumbles directly into your waiting mouth.
"What are you up to, pretty?"
"No funny business. Just a great surprise."Â
Youâre toying with his hoodieâs knotted ends, cinching and uncinching the knots and seeking shy permission to strip him. Bakugou lets you, shedding his pullover that reeks of airport and leaving him in the black compression shirt he could trademark- wrinkled, half-rucked up his abs, and perfect.
To his surprise, you seem pleased enough with this level of undress and stop tugging on him altogether. At the moment where heâd expected you to slip his pants loose next, you merely push him back into place between your knees. Doing so allows the space to scoot just so towards the edge of the counter.Â
You brace back on your palms, posture up and cutting your sights down to where his hands trail across your waist: heâs calculating your moves for hints, few as they are.
"Go on and open it."
Bakugou's brow still worked together as he fought his edging smile.Â
What on earth could this be? His first best guess would be something sexy to wear, but he honestly finds that pointless since nothing lasts that long on you, anyhow. A laced-up view would be the most mouthwatering sight for the man whoâs been starved of you for seven straight weeks⌠but he reckons this has to hold bigger shock factor.Â
Following your lead and gentle instruction, Bakugou sweeps an eager hand back with a jerk to untie your sash and then bends over to divide the curtain of your kimono to your hips, granting him the sweet heat of your calves, knees, thighs, and--Â
Bakugou's jaw goes slack.
Atop your left leg, creased at the flesh of your hip lay his intended surprise: a fully realized tattoo of gorgeous black and grayed ink.Â
The center of it all bore a gorgeously stylized pawprint -left empty of pigment for contrast- digging in slightly to the flesh, deliciously possessive, as if the full body were howling its word of âmineâ into the night.Â
Claiming its territory. Guarding its beloved.
Naturally, the design didn't stop there. The paw and its indentions laid surrounded by a burst of swirls and sparks resembling firework patterns: some as sunbursts, some as residual trails of light intermixing with haze. The most notable hailed the shape of âDynamightâs fanned accentsâ mimicking the rays of the earthâs brightest starâ known by just about every folklore believer for strength and victory.
This shading is impeccable: saturated to perfection and a gorgeous display of artistry. There are billows of ombre smoke that spread throughout the design, creating a nebulous effect throughout the background, leaning into uncanny imagery of a certain someoneâs quirk.
Each element features his take on âlucky charmsâ~ branded right there on your skin.Â
The symbol was divine⌠and for a man with a faster tongue unafraid to speak his mind, Bakugou has no words.
Dumbstruck and in utter awe, Bakugou's fingers trail in slow motion towards your newest addition of skin ink. He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding back, crouching subconsciously to one side, revealing more and more skin with the lift of the kimono. The hipband of your underwear cut off the very spiky peak of a spark, but it didn't hide much of the body of the tattoo- all was plenty visible from the hip, down your thigh.
You sneak in a cautious breath with proud anticipation, drinking in Bakugou's every soft reaction. A little huff escapes your nose seeing your partnerâs mouth hung open from the moment he locks sight of your legâ sights which have never parted since.Â
Not to speak, not to swallow, barely to blink.
"Happy birthday, Katsuki~" you nearly sing.
Finally, Bakugou tears himself from his trance to lock into your brilliant eyes, their bright points muted in this low light by the kitchen window.
"When-- hah- ho-?"
"You were gone almost two months, honey," you reminded with a twinge of sultry pride. "Once you got orders on the op, I booked the outline, then another session for the fill. Healed up just in time for you to come crashing in the door."
With your non-balancing hand, you twine your fingers over his, swiping over the lower half of the tattoo. The movement matches the curve of the curling tufts of smoke laid there.
Bakugou follows as you move his hand along by your guidance, leading him lazily until you trace it down to the bottom, not wanting to cover up anything.
Taking a slow knee to study it with careful hands cupping your thighs, you coo light in your chest with a loving stroke on your heroâs arm as Bakugou gets comfortable on his knees.
"This-- this is days worth of work, for you.." Bakugou muttered breathlessly.
"âBout three full days, start to finish. Larza did such a good job, didnât they." you beam, crediting your artist. With a little sparkle, you hedge your newly revealed excitement, "--Do you like it?"
Bakugou's squint through his surprised joy was adorable- though he'd deny ever resembling anything close to the word.
"Sweetâeart... S'fucking gorgeous."
His weak slack-jawed look turned into a grin, which drives up into a breathless laugh.Â
But Bakugou is not done marveling yetâŚ
You rake through his wild hair lovingly, doubling the intimate experience.Â
âThree days,â he husks, "That's a long time, angel. You stayed so still for this one- there's not a stroke outta place."
Recounting each of your other tattoos that lie either on both your arms or other bits of tender skin, this piece held significantly more ânatural cushionâ to work with.
"Probably hurt the least of any of them, honestly. M'not gonna lie nâ say it was a breeze near the hip..but hell, was the finished product worth it."
At this, Bakugou finally shows an emotion other than âwantâ- a flash of concern tents his brow and firms his lips as he lifts up to you.
You could laugh about it now; all discomfort is long gone after the insanely prickly healing process.
"Not too much of course! Just the usual. But the itching- oof, that wasn't funny. Had to hide out here for the first two days- couldn't wear any clothes over it yet. Just me, your pillow, my Kindle, and a vat of lotion to keep me from going out of my mind from the blistering. Nâ I couldnât handle talking to you, or else y-"
â-You faked a head cold, you crafty little DUMBASS!!âÂ
Bakugou pieced together your ârandomâ excuse for those days when heâd tried to touch base with you.
The sidenote of spending that much time alone -wearing next to nothing- sends Bakugou reeling into lust again in a heartbeat; all while you giggle at your successful ruse.Â
Gifts to your lifemate have all carried meaning and touched on every part of his identity. Whether it was a symbol of your connection, or a splurge that heâd been pining for but far too tight-fisted to award himself, you stepped in and would take extra care into a special, well-thought out present on these occasions you felt were worth celebratingâ even if heâd sooner forget.Â
Bakugouâs arrival home landing on his birthday was a true afterthought to him; but not to you.Â
Your skin laid newly adorned with more stunning artâ but more notably, laid nearly bare under his hands. Right where he craved them, and right where he could smell your very essence - just a little closer.Â
Itâs no secret how much he loves every inch of you -inside and out- and in every curve and crevasse⌠and itâs here that his brain clicks together why youâd sat so precariously on the counter now.
Bakugou thanks you with his whole chest, the lovesick aura glowing even more beautiful with its rawness.
"This is absolutely beautiful- I love it, baby,â your striking boyfriend declares the impact your gift has had on him, "Fuck me, this is-- first the rings, then the new gauntlets, now this?"
"Well, anyone can see those first two in broad daylight,â you sass⌠then softer, âThis one's just for you, Kats..."
"Damn right it is," Bakugou leans down, eyeing you before laying a euphoric kiss on the tip of your hipbone.
Heated lips kiss the same spot again, slower this time. Then another, further down. And again, and again- covering the art with wet lovemarks. You've moisturized the tattoo expertly, treating it with an essence of mango and verbena filling his sensesâ and a light coconutty taste, as he'd learned from the last time you'd gotten one done on your shoulder.Â
Passing over the wolfâs claws, Bakugou bared his teeth ever so much, rumbling a happy growl to make you laugh- then moan. Pleasure, adoration, obsession.
With a flash of crimson up to you, Bakugou hungered low and deeper still,
"Sounds like torture, angel. Don't know how you invite that sorta pain over and overâŚâÂ
Affected by his slow worship along your leg, you subconsciously tuck that leg in; anything to give him more space to cover, make sure nothing is missed.
âI keep tellinâ ya, it's not too bad. Youâd look pretty hot with some ink, yourself.â
While the man disagrees with a playful sarcasm, his respect for both your thoughtfulness -and pain tolerance- is enough to get him hard.
Bakugou fantasizes about the whole process: taking a wildly rapid pen to you, laid on your side naked from the waist down, drawn u[on as a living, breathing canvas⌠all with the sole intention to be marked for his eyes only, forever.Â
Three whole days.. Bakugou mulls over the work youâve done. The statement youâve made with this gift. The proud look in your eyes that doesnât regret a single stroke, and has chosen to celebrate its claim on your body by giving him full rights to every inch of youâŚ
âWasnât even âere to hold your hand through itâŚâ Bakugou offers sweetly. He would have been at your side, had he not been off saving the world yet again.Â
A touch of dominance comes through his observation, eliciting a delightful reaction he knows will follow. You affirm; giving a sweet, pliant moan of agreement, while you shake your head in a ânoâ for your past loneliness. Youâre ordinarily plenty self-sufficient even in his absences, but play the role of the left-behind lover adorably well.
While one powerful hand teases needy fingers over the seam of your underwear with the intent to rip them off and another reaches for your ankle with plans to chuck it over his shoulder, the birthday boy relishes in the sights, sounds, and feel of you alreadyâ
â...I should make up for your troubles now, shouldn't I?â Bakugou rumbles like springâs telltale thunder in front of your core, ready and waiting to taste, âGotta thank you properly, yeah?"
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Michael Berzatto x Reader
You're a family friend of the Berzattos and you're invited to have fun at their annual Christmas dinner. You think you still harbor feelings for Carmy, but as the evening progresses, you feel something for his brother.
Genre: friends to lovers, former crush on carm, really everything w carm is mostly platonic, unrequited stuff, insecurities, age gaps (reader and carm are 25, Michael is 38), takes place in 2017, takes place in S2E6, lots of angst, anxiety, some fluff, no use of y/n (you have a nickname: Birdie)
Word count: 11k
Thereâs a bauble and trinket everywhere you look. Festive, Christmas spirit seems to ebb from the very walls of the Berzatto householdâ and you would be remiss not to compliment it vocally in some way.
Donna is clearly waiting, teetering on a response from you as you take everything in from the front door. And you know how she reacts if you donât say things in that perfect, supportive tone that she so desperately thrives off of.
âWow, Mrs. Berzatto!â You clasp your hands, trying not to seem too cloying or ironic. âI love what youâve done with the house. Such an eye for details.â
âOh, stop.â She giggles, and lightly taps your shoulder as she takes your coat and hangs it up in the closet.Â
âNo, really. I wish my house was so⌠Christmassy this time of year.â You shrug, knowing that your dad isnât the festive type after divorcing your mother.
âAw. Well, we have love to spread here.â Itâs a strange unseen sympathy coming from Donna, and she pulls you inside, and you take off your shoes, shuffling around in your socks and your comfy, hopefully chic, green loose turtleneck sweater. âExcept you might have to wait a bit, because some of these fuckers are late.â
Thereâs that bitter tone you remember from Donna. You donât really care for thatâ you tend to have an avoidant personality especially with how your own mother acts sometimesâ and she yells out for Carmy and Mikey to greet you.
âBoys! Birdieâs here!â She calls from the stairs, and you suddenly feel self conscious.
Ever since your dad, a former co-worker and friend of Ciceroâs, starting taking you as a teenager to these Berzatto hangouts, you have always had a eye for Carmen. It was hard not to be, seeing this bashful, slightly angry, awkward boy, around the same age as you, with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. You felt like sometimes, he really, really listened to you, and that was all you needed.
You wish you could be there for him too.Â
Itâs something youâve never acted on, never bothered to actually approach him aboutâ he always seemed so absorbed by his own thing.
You relished in the fact that he never had a girlfriend. You felt secure in that, because he just seemed safe. And itâs not like he wouldâve been mean about rejecting you if he knewâ you were always close to the Berzatto siblings. You were Bear and Birdie, ready to head out on a walk together, while the adults gossiped and drank.
Of course, you havenât seen him in about⌠two years now. Around after he left to his apartment, and did his chef-education-training (youâre a bit vague on the details, honestly), and ever since then, as far as you know heâs slowly been doing what he loves. He does text you from time to time, but youâd be overstating those textsâ importance if you pretended it really quantified a relationship.
Mikey clambers down the stairs, wearing what looks to be pajamas, or very chill homebody clothes, and he raises his arm in a big, Italian gesture.
âOh! Is that little Bird I see?â He exclaims, and pulls you into an eager hug. Maybe a little too eagerâ you think itâs almost as if youâre comforting him as you hug him back, his face coming down onto your shoulder, as he encapsulates youâ and he pulls away, grinning.
He actually looks really good. You donât know when you started thinking that Mikey was good looking, but itâs trueâ he has a certain, rough around the edges appeal that you find yourself drawn to.
âMerry Christmas. Youâve been keeping away from us.â Mikey points as you, intended as a stern remark, but you snort.
âYeah, Merry Christmas. Iâve been busy with work and law school, Michael. Iâm not a kid anymore.â You resist the urge to comment on his beard, and then do it anyways. âAre you sure Iâve been keeping away? Youâre the one with a hermit-ass beard.â
âOh⌠they grow up and just start taking shots at you, donât they, Ma?â Mikey places his hand over his heart, as if heâs wounded, and Donna shakes her head in agreement, before heading back to the kitchen, already seeming annoyed about something. âBeards are fashionable in 2017, Bird. Maybe come back to our current timeâ no reason for you to start dressing like a grandma already.â
You scoff at that, pointing at your sweater. âItâs semi-formal, câmon! It looks nice. Respect the gatheringâs rules.â
âItâs my house, babe.â Mikey leans in with maybe a little too much comfort, his eyes shining with some warmth, mirth even, and you donât exactly pull awayâ the guy is like thirteen years older than you, and even if he does kid around, play up an older brother thing, youâve started feeling like heâs restraining something more as of late, maybe some primal level of attraction that he knows better than to mess around with. You know that the feeling is kind of mutualâ but you really donât know how to quantify it. âIâm man of the house, and I say you should wear something that maybe, uh, shows off the pretty twenty-five year old that you are.â
The last part of this sentence has you swallowing a little, and you feel your face turning warm, and Mikey himself looks embarrassed that heâs said it, that heâs given a bit of evidence to your theoriesâ he seems to brush something off, inside himself.Â
You have never thought you were all that. Youâve always been pretty sure you should be glad that youâve gotten by without having to worry about your looks. The idea of wearing a nice, somewhat revealing dress to the Berzattosâ house has you cringing, because you know it would just be⌠bad.Â
âIâm notââ Mikey scowls at himself and you can visibly see himself fighting something, looking a little anxious, and you tentatively grasp his forearm.
âI know what you mean. Iâm not offended.â You smile slightly, making the effort to calm him down a little, because you would never want Michael to beat himself up over you (he really seems to do that as of late and you know youâre not worth the trouble), and he nods and inhales. âYou look good, too.â
âRight. Right on, Birdie. You can do what you want, anyways. Not up to me.â He seems to really dial back some of what he said, and before you can respond, Carmy walks downstairs.
âHi. Hey, Birdie. Merry Christmas.â He says, kind of quietly, and you find yourself somewhat happy to hear him say your nickname again. Carmy looks especially niceâ deep blue has always been his colour, it brightens up his eyesâ and he has slightly longer hair than you remember.Â
He leans in for a brief but firm hug, and glances at your eyes once, before looking towards the floor again.
Mikey nods and proceeds to exit to the kitchen, and youâre left with Carmy grappling with what to say.
âHow have youââ
âHowâs law schââ
Carmy coughs awkwardly, and you find your face turning warm as he looks towards you.
âSorry, Bear.â You let him speak, hoping not to scare him away. âHowâs everything? You okay?â
âYeah. Uh⌠well, Iâve been training at Copenhagen?â He furrows his brows, runs his hand through his hair. âJust learning as much as I can.â
âOh. Uh-huh.â Your curiosity is piquedâ you didnât know he was in Denmark, much to your disappointmentâ but you want to pry more of an answer out of him. He doesnât seem interested in talking about it more than that.Â
âSorry. Sorry. Stupid answer, thereâs just not much to say.â Carmy shrugs, and then realizes suddenly that youâve been standing at the foyer of the house for quite some time now, which isnât very polite or inviting of him. âWait, hold on. Letâs go sit inside and talk.â
Carmy makes some offhand comment about how you need to speak up sometimes and stop being so nice and accommodating to idiots like him, and you snicker, knowing that this is the Carmy you rememberâ snarky, ready to fight people on sometimes, even if he is a little weird and bashful. Although heâs shortâ he makes up for it with his resilience.
Carmy leads you through golden-lit hallways, a certain pepperminty, pine tree scent seeming to overlay the entire house, and thereâs bushels and wreathes and mistletoe everywhere, and somehow even more baubles, ornaments, trinkets, knickknacks, all gold and red and warm tones that do make you feel a little fuzzy.
Carmy sits you down in the living room, on the sofa, and youâre next to him, and you place a foot under your knee, trying to feel casual. Not freaking out about him sitting right next to you. Weirdly enough⌠you donât think you feel anything anxiety inducing.Â
Perhaps youâre just getting more reassured of yourself with age.Â
âSo? How is Copenhagen, otherwise? I know Denmark is really interesting, but youâre probably busy with chef stuff, huh?â You prod just a little further. Just out of your own personal curiosity to see how far Carmy will go for you, and he nods. âAny friends?â
âAhâŚâ Carmy winces a little. âCanât say if heâs a friend yet, but there is this guy thatâs out of this world with pastries. I donât know if I can meet his standard on that.â
âOh, please.â You roll your eyes. âBear, you make my dad cookies all the time. Or, well, you used to. You canât be that bad at it, considering that he always eats all of them.â
âOh, really? Fuck, man.â Carmy looks at you in disbelief, settling more into his corner of the couch, closer to the tree, but looking more openly at you. You feel yourself cower a little under his watchful gaze. âI didnât know your dad enjoyed them that much⌠I wouldâve made more. Did you ever try them?â
âHm?â You were getting lost in the details around Carmyâ the dark blue shirt, the little bits of stubble around his jaw, the tattoos peeping out from under his long sleevesâ and you nod. âAh, I tried a batch around the last time you gave him some. I think it was⌠macadamia, matcha, white chocolate? Really good.â
Carmy is unreadable, his eyes flickering from the ground to your eyesâ you think maybe youâve embarrassed him a littleâ but he thanks you. âWhere is your dad, anyways?â
âAh. Heâs got the flu, and he was kind enough to not want to infect you guys.â You admit. âEven though he was trying his best to walk over here from our house.â
Carmy remembers that you live in the neighbourhood over. You two used to hang out a lot during elementary and high school. He kind of missed youâ something heâd never say out loud, but Carmy knows friends are few with him, and you were always a good friend to him growing up. You were always a comforting presence for himâ you never asked him for too much, and he could tell you were being careful to do so. No pressure.
You just became really busy with law school, and he became really busy with chef stuff, and now youâre both⌠you both just lost touch. He feels bad about itâ bad like he always does, with former friends and acquaintances from high school that heâs accidentally ghosted and lostâ but at least you donât seem to be annoyed about it.Â
He thinks itâs probably because in this case, you pulled away just as much as he had to.
âHowâs law school, anyways?â Carmy counts the years in his head. âYouâve either just finished or youâre in your final year?â
âIâm in my final year.â You stretch out your arms, looking eager. âItâs a lot of workâ Iâm only here because Iâm lucky enough to have a bit of a break in the winter months, and Iâm ahead on my courses. But, uh⌠I donât know. Itâs fun.â
âFun? Wow.â Carmy grins a little.Â
âWhat?â
âI donât know, Birdie. Fun is more⌠fucking, I donât know, fireworks or something? Drugs, maybe, yeah.â Carmy watches as you laugh, and laugh, at what heâs said, and again heâs never really sure whatâs so funny about what heâs said, but he likes to hear you laugh.
âClearly you donât know either.â You snort, and lightly punch his arm. âWhen did we become workaholics?â
âProbably when we became, uh, adults and entered the workforce.â Carmy states, and you wrinkle your brows.
âWeâre not really in the workforce yet, butââ
âWhat, really? Câmon. Youâre a fucking receptionist or some shit, right?â
âBusiness administration specialist.â
âYeah, there you go. Thatâs work, especially with all the school you have to do.â Carmy shrugs. âBut what do you really want to be, then?â
âOh, we getting into dreams, then?â You cock an eyebrow at him. âI didnât think you cared that much, Bear.â
Carmy, for some reason he canât detect, turns a little red. âNo, of course I do. Weâre still friends, right?â
âAcquaintances.â
âFor real?â Carmy looks back at you, affronted, but you have a little smile and he knows youâre teasing. âOh fuck you. Stop it.â
âSorry, sorry.â You shake your head, giggling a little, glad to have so easily fallen back into a comfortable, friendly banter. âOf course weâre friends, itâs just that⌠I always thought very highly of you, Carmen, and I canât always be sure that feeling was returned. You know? I assumed that youâd be out doing sophisticated cooking in big, upscale restaurants, and the rest of us would just be reading about it. Forgive me for feeling a little behind it all.â
âNo, no, no. You got it all wrong, Birdie.â Carmy half-laughs at how you put him on such a pedestal. âYou were always the one doing real work, as Mom would call it. Youâre the one whoâs actually smart and good at arguing, debatingâ thatâs a real skill coming from me, because I just yell fuck at everyone and hope it works. I always thought you were the impressive one out of all of us.â
You snicker, but youâre actually quite pleased with that, and you feel your heart warm at his praise. âAh, thatâs so sweet. Thank you. If it makes you feel better, Iâve been surviving off of ramen and convenience store food for the last month. I can hardly make the time to cook efficiently.â
â...â Carmy shakes his head. âThat doesnât make me feel better. Youâre gonna eat good food today then, I hope.â
Almost as if on cue, Donna calls for Carmy to come help her with somethingâ and youâre left sitting as he tells you that heâs going to hear about your dream job when he gets back.
/
Fifteen minutes laterâ Carmy is still MIA, and youâre starting to get a little hungry.Â
You know itâs rude, but luckily Michael comes by and asks if you want a snack.
âYeah, howâd you know?â You ask, and Michael snickers.
âYouâre the same girl that can eat a whole number four combo at the Beef. Iâm pretty sure you were hungry before you got here.â Michael jokes, and you blush in embarrassment.
âOh my god, stop it.â You shake your head. âAnyways, yeah. A snack would be nice.â
Michael gives you a wink that strangely has you a little twitterpated, before you shake that off. He comes back a few minutes later, chewing on something himselfâ and he hands you a bowl full of Italian sausage stirfry.
âThanks, Michael.â You smile up at him, and he nods, trying not to smile too much back at your gratitude, but he likes how you take a bite and look super relieved, happy with the food. Heâs always loved giving food to peopleâ taking care of them. Especially you, for some reason.
Michael heads back to the kitchen, and Natalie comes by and takes his place.
âBirdie!â She hugs you tightly, and you hug her back, equally happy. âOh my gosh, if I knew you were down here I wouldâve come by ages ago!â
âAw.â You beam at her. âThatâs okay, Nat. Iâm happy to see you too.â
Sheâs off ranting about how Pete, her husband, is late, and how she can barely manage everything going on, and youâre sympathetic. You know Nat gets more of a harsh treatment from Donna, and you tell her that youâre there if she needs a person on her side.
âOh, Birdie. I couldnât do that to you. Even if you are amazing at talking, Miss Lawyer-to-be.â She lets you continue to sit down in your corner of the living room, as she heads off to check on her momâ maybe pour out some alcohol.
 Carmy comes back in, slightly powdered with flour on his foreheadâ and he sits back down, sighing, as he drinks a glass of water.
Thereâs the slightest air of awkward tension stillâ even if you and Carmy have fallen back into your old ways, he still keeps a slight distance, one that heâs grown into, and you feel that you have to break the silence. You donât know if heâs just tired or if thereâs some level of irritation of having to deal with all the holiday bullshit, but you take a guess it has to do with Donna.
âThat bad?â You grimace, and Carmy matches your expression.
âThat bad.â He shakes his head. âShe always gets a little woo-woo around these fucking events. Like, I never wanted her to do all of thisâ but she insists and insists and doesnât know how to let go of the, uhâŚâ
âHubris.âÂ
âYes. Hubris.â Carmy sighs, glad you still have the perfect word for everything. âWhatever. Anyways, havenât forgotten. Hit me with your dream.â
âOkay, itâs going to sound a little weird, but, um⌠Iâm really interested in becoming a labour relations lawyer?â You feel almost too much glee at the fact that Carmy remembered, and you see Carmy bite his lip, a little confused, so you continue, hoping you donât sound like too much of a fucking nerd. âMeaning to help employees get out of their shitty situations with wages, working hours, benefits and fight for their rights. Union stuff. I donât know, just feels like everyone is struggling with this nowadays⌠might as well push forward and try to help them out.â
âWow, now that youâve said that, it makes a lot of sense.â Carmy blinks. âI mean, uh, itâs not just that youâre good at arguingâ you always go for the justice part of things. Remember when Michael and Sugar were arguing about cleaning the basement?â
You do remember that. You suggested dividing up either equally or by who owned what, and they eventually came to an agreement based on that. Michael wanted to dip because he was older, and Sugar thought it was demeaning to ask a girl to clean.
âOr when Lee said that women canât think analytically, or what was it⌠mathematically?â Carmy laughs as he watches your face turn angry again.
âYeah. I especially remember that. I told him to think about Ada Lovelace and to shut up.â You wince. âMaybe not the most mature thing Iâve ever said. I donât think thatâs such a great thing⌠sometimes I donât know when to let go of arguments.â
âItâs alright, it was funny.â Carmy plays with his fingers. âThat being said, I think youâll be good if you choose to be that. A labour relations lawyer. Youâre smart, and god fucking knows we all need the help. You should check out how many chefs get fucked over because they work at places for the prestige of doing so.â
âDamn.â You make a mental note of that, feeling embarrassed over how much praise Carmy has freely given you. âIs that going to be you?â
âDoesnât matter if it is. Sometimes you gotta do what you can.â Carmy doesnât really give you a clear answer, and you feel bad for him. Bad that heâs still stuck in that mindset.
/
You can hear people hooting and jeering near the stairs, as you walk around the house, exploring a little. Tiff was grateful that you visited her for a brief momentâ she told you being pregnant was not all it was cracked up to beâ and now youâre just on the upper floor, near the stair railing, on your phone.
Youâre not really one to eavesdrop, but you hearâ you believe itâs Mikey and Richieâ theyâre chanting âClaire! Claire Bear!â
Your stomach drops, as you hear them hoot about how hot she is, whoever this Claire girl isâ how stacked she is, apparently, the banging body she has, the glasses no longer ruining her appearanceâ and although you know itâs gross men talk, thereâs a small, sad part of you that wants to be perceived as attractive, too.Â
Still, even as you find yourself frowning and turning away in disgust, you canât stop yourself from listening.
You remember her. Claire, one of the neighbours down the street. Went to the same high school as you and Carmy. She was really something, someone of note if you remember the popular kid cliques correctly, but she had largely gone unnoticed by you, and it wasnât for any reason in particular. You canât be close with every person in high school.
But stillâ you feel jealous. Just a teeny bit. What was so different about her?
Sure, she was a nice girl. But werenât you? You arguably had more history with the Berzattos, and yet⌠itâs as if youâve simply blended into the wallpaper, their assortment of home decor and furniture. Youâve always been here, and so you donât stand out.
You might never stand out.
You can hear Carmy trying his best to argue against them, asking them what they did, telling them to fuck off with their teasingâ but he sounds sheepish, embarrassed, righteously mortified in the telltale way one would be when they have a crush, and you feel sick.Â
Theyâre heaping compliments on her. You know what they mean when they talk about her like thisâ sheâs the clear, obvious choice, probably closer to the family, more interesting, more affectionate, a genius. You donât really know Claire that well, but apparently, sheâs perfect. And you know you, in your silly frumpy sweater, in your attempts to dress upâ you are not. You feel humiliated that you even believed Mikey when he said you were prettyâ he was clearly complimenting you just to be nice.Â
You werenât even an idea in their minds, not for Carmy, anyways. You donât even think Carmy is capable of seeing you like that now, and itâs with a crushing blow that you realize you were holding out hope. Mistaking familiarity for affection.
Itâs a rookie mistake. One that you thought you were self aware enough not to make, because youâve always known Carmen Berzatto was just out of reach for you.
You wait for them to leave, and come down the stairs, running into Carmy as he groans in annoyance.
/
Carmy says he needs to wipe some of the flour out of his hair, and you let him go upstairs, not really wanting to look at him, doing everything you can to make your way back to the living room unnoticed. In the meanwhile, Michael comes back and flops into Carmyâs seat on the sofa, next to where you sit, sullen.
âHey, Birdie.â Michael starts, and you canât read his tone, and youâre a little annoyed with his fake-nice attention. âWhy not sit with me, the Faks, Michelle and Stevie? Theyâre really good people, I promise.â
âHow do you know Iâm avoiding people?â You snap back, maybe a little too aggrieved.
âItâs written all over your face, little Birdie.â He touches his knee to yours, and you bite your lip, swallowing your confusion, and Mikey enjoys the fact that youâve chosen to wear a deep, brick-red Christmas lip colour. Itâs hotâ he doesnât get how you donât seem to be aware that youâre attractive.
He wants to kiss you. Maybe mess up that fancy lipstick and that sweet, annoyingly justice oriented, always-right character of yours. But he keeps it to himself.
âDonât be antisocial. You of all people shouldnât be alone during the holidays.â
âIâm not trying to be antisocial. I promise.â You shrug, trying to keep your emotions, that sinking feeling in your gut at bayâ the last thing you want is for Michael to see you upset. âI was keeping Bear company, but I can come sit with you guys.âÂ
âThatâs my girl.â Michael pulls you up by the arm, and you can feel your face warming at his choice of wordsâ you like being in Michaelâs good graces, even if you feel less than great right now.
Michelle, cousin of the Berzattos, has always been sweet to you. Sheâs impressive in her own right, and as you sit down in front of her and Stevieâ she gushes about New York.
âAh, thatâs not to say Chicago isnât impressive. Right, Birdie?â She smiles at you, not unkindly, and you feel happy to be included.Â
âRight.â You shrug, knowing that the law firm you work at isnât all that crazy. You canât shake the feeling that youâre nothing special, not after what transpired just a few minutes ago, and you voice it. âItâs just okay.â
âNo, câmon. You work at one of the top fucking law firms in the cityâ youâre gonna make it.â Michael admonishes you. âOut of us Chicagoans, I mean, Michelle, before you take offense.â
âYeah, Mish.â Richie echoes, popping up out of nowhere.
âNone taken.â Michelle fixes her eyes between you and Michaelâ perhaps reading on something that youâre not even really sure how to understand, let alone explainâ and she laughs. âAnyways, what was I saying? Right.â
She launches into a story about hating a woman who didnât understand the Berzatto name. Itâs quite funnyâ you find yourself laughing every now and then, the dull ache in your heart less noticeable, especially with how good Michelle is at telling stories, and somewhere along the story, Michaelâs hand has stayed intertwined with yours, without you really noticing. You only notice when he lets go, and againâ a pitfall in your stomach, wondering if Michael just feels familiar around you because thereâs nothing to be attracted to and thus respectful ofâ and itâs such a stupid thought, but you still just know you want to feel wanted. You want to get a hold on yourselfâ remind yourself youâre not owed attraction and thereâs nothing wrong with Mikey or Carmy seeing you as just a friend.
You realize with a start that youâre feeling confused about Michael, too. Was it just a weird quirk of his, calling every single girl pretty just for laughs? Could you even trust what he said? Why does Michaelâs opinion of you feel way more pertinent and important than Carmyâs does?
You find yourself mulling over these thoughts, not sure of whatâs going on around you, and you hear Michael tell the Fak bros, Ned and Ted, to shut up about California, which they do.
Donna starts screaming in the background, which causes you to turn abruptly. âOh, fuck me!â
Michael turns and looks at you with some cautionâ heâs used to his motherâs outbursts, but he never ever wants you to face them. You donât deserve that, youâve probably never done anything to deserve it. Not like him.
Stevie gets up, much to the surprise of everyone around him. âLooks like Auntie D needs help, huh?â
âNo, no, no.â Everyone tries to stop him, including you.
âWhat?â
Michelle pushes him back down, but he gets back up, resilient.Â
Lee decides to comment in. âLet him, why not?â
âIâm sure she could use a few extra hands. Iâm going.â He goes, and you stand up to follow, not willing to let an innocent person get dragged into Donnaâs insanity.
âWait, Birdie. Where are you going?â Michael holds your hand again, and you turn red at his actionâ a little angry, a little glum that he seems to care for you, and you canât even be grateful for it. âDonât throw yourself to the wolves. Itâs not fucking worth it.â
âNot throwing myselfâ just want to make sure Stevie is protected.â You move forward, your face stony, and Michael lets go of you, sighing as he wraps his blanket around himself, wondering when you got all pissed off, but glad that youâre not so upset that you wouldnât act all lawyer-y for Stevie.
Lee is glancing at him, while Michelle looks pleased as punch.
âWhat? What the fuck are these expressions?â Michael looks around questioningly, and Richie gives him a side glance.
âWhenâd you get all sweet on her, bro?â Richie gags a little. âNot that sheâs not your type, but, uhââ
âIâm just being friendly.â Michael dismisses him, leaning back in his seat. âItâs the holidays, she shouldnât be lonely.â
âBullshit you are.â Richie sniggers, and Michael lightly shoves him.
âYeah, I call bullshit too.â Michelle grins. âI can see itâ youâre blushing.â
Michael groans, hating to be so obviously vulnerable in front of everyone.Â
âWell I, for one, think itâs a huge, fucking catastrophic mistake.â Lee starts, and Michael feels himself blanch under the judgement of this guy. âYouâre going to ruin that young womanâs potential if you go around messing with her.â
âLee, sheâs not that youngââ Neil starts. âI think she can decide that herself?â
âWhatever. This one knows he isnât right for herâ always wants what he canât have.â Lee mutters, and Michael feels that white-hot rageâ the anger he feels bubbling inside of him as of late.Â
He does his best to swallow it down, but a part of him knows that itâs true. As much as Michael enjoys your random visits over the past two years, he knowsâ youâre too good for someone like him. Too young, too selfless, too honest and good and pretty, and he feels an overwhelming wave of shame that he came so close. Itâs like he just⌠doesnât know how to be a good, responsible person, and it kills him on the inside that he could be so shameful, be so abhorrent and take advantage of you like that, and even if there is a tiny part of him screaming that itâs not so black and whiteâ that you could be just as interested, of your own volition, in him as he is in youâ he feels guilt.Â
Michael is ashamed of who he is. Over, and over, thereâs that feeling againâ kill yourselfâ that he doesnât know how to suppress, and he ignores it as he starts up a new story.
/
Natalie is tearing up as Stevie hugs her.
You came towards them in the midst of Donna yelling for Stevie to get the fuck out of the kitchen, and Sugar shushing him and shoving him away, and you now place a hand on her shoulderâ clearly Stevie has it handled, somewhat.
When he lets go, she sniffles and you smile encouragingly, albeit a little sadly, and Natalie wipes away a tear.Â
âItâs okay. Itâs fine, itâs nothing. You donât need to talk to her.â She starts, and you shake your head.
âIâm not going to. I can see that would make things worse.â You squeeze her shoulders, and Stevie nods.
âYeah, Natalie. But weâre here. Weâll always be here if you want to talk.â He tries, and you smile at herâ but something about Natâs slightly upset, off putting expression, and Donnaâs grumbling in the backgroundâ you feel your heart seizing a little at the tense emotions, so similar to your own, and you excuse yourself.
You walk until you reach the pantry, hot tears already working their way down your face. Every single negative emotion have come to a head, and youâre in terrible danger of having to explain things if you donât get it together in under ten minutes or so.
You sit on the high table in the pantry, trying not to cry anymore than you already have, your head between your kneesâ but something about today has all your nerves on edge, and you know itâs because you put in some effort to come here, to see your dear friends, to look appealing enough, to be someone worth talking to, and now you feel as if they never really cared about you at all.Â
You know these are lousy, immature feelings. You know you can be above them if you really, truly tried, but you let yourself sink into them further, because something about this environment is terrible and you just canât let it go.
Even worse, no one has really done anything wrong. If this was a court case, you wouldnât even have any evidence to make a claim. Youâre simply confused, perhaps looking at things from the wrong anglesâ but the fact that you canât look at this rationally makes you feel worse. As if youâre not as smart as you believed.
You donât know how long youâve been in here, when you hear someone shuffle into the pantry, next to youâ itâs Michael.
Heâs quick on his feetâ you try to move away, let him grab whatever household ingredient he neededâ but his full attention is on you as his eyes narrow, scanning your tear stained face and your hunched over body.
âBirdie?â
You canât quite look at him, and you desperately try to wipe your tears, burying your face more between your knees.Â
âHey, no. Birdie.â He shakes his head, grabs your arms. He thinks itâs a little strange heâs had to cheer up two different people in the pantry, but he chalks it up to how his house always is. âWhat happened? Was it Ma?â
âNo.â You sight and swallow down the sobs in your throat.
âThen what was it?â Michaelâs eyes turn steely. âFucking âUncleâ Lee? Asshole. Told me I canât finish any fucking businesses.â
âBut⌠you run the Beef, donât you?â You say, amid sniffles, entirely honest about it, and Michaelâs eyes soften. âThat has to count for something.â
âYeah, little Bird.â Heâs glad to have you hereâ he doesnât care if itâs fucked up, not when youâre the only person on his side at this moment. âBut why donât you tell me whatâs up?â
âIââ You shake your head, and feel your head hang heavy as you slouch over the table, and Michael leans over you, pressing your head to his chest, and you feel yourself crying silently into his shirt, as he shushes you and combs back your hair, his other arm caressing your back.
Michaelâs not the best personâ not the most comforting to be aroundâ but he knows, by being an older brother, by being someone people want to be around, he knows how to make it count when he does give in to comfort.Â
He just wishes he didnât feel so goddamned depressed himself, so he would know the right things to say. He doesnât want to be so useless all the time.
âMikey?â You voice is timid. Small.Â
He feels both elated that you would trust him with this, and devastated that heâll never be good enough to deserve your trust.Â
âYeah, Birdie?â
âItâs so juvenile, but IâŚ" You shake your head and decide to commit to it. "I wish I was pretty."
âIs that it?â Michaelâs arm wraps around your shoulder as he squishes onto the seat of the table, next to you. âYou think youâre ugly, huh?â
âI donât think Iâmââ You inhale deeply, and wipe away your tears again. âItâs not about being ugly. Itâs more like an objective reality that I have to accept. Iâm just not⌠Iâm not anything special to look at.â
âWow, kid.â Michael tuts and shakes his head. âEver heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? That stupid fucking mantra, right?â
âYeah.â
âWell, itâs true.â Michael almost starts laughing, but you look so solemn and serious, he resists the urge. âYouâre not ugly. You might not think youâre all that, but you donât see what I see.â
Michael tenses, and you watch as he falters over how to explain.
Michael thinks you're so damn annoying with that ardent, sweet expressionâ even if your tears are staining your face, you still look so grateful to hear him say those wordsâ and it just crushes him. It crushes him to know that you look for his approval so much, when he knows you're worth so much more than that.
He doesn't want to let you down. You and Carmenâ he will never be enough for the two of you.Â
"I don'tâ I'm fucking stupid, Birdie, don't listen to me." He swallows, but you're hanging onto his words and your face falls again.Â
"But I can listen to you get all poetic about Claire, right?" You mutter, angry, and you get up to leaveâ but Michael grabs your forearm, and he's quite a bit stronger than you are.Â
âHey. Thatâs different.â Michael tries, but you shake your head, and youâre left sitting on the table again. âI was only teasing Bear. It has nothing to do with you.â
âI know.â You turn even more glum, and Michael is left feeling terrible, wondering what was so wrong with what he said.Â
Youâre silent for a momentâ you know that you like Carmy, but something about telling Michael about it feels weird, like youâre pre-emptively rejecting him rather than Carmy by confessing feelings that are slowly disappearingâ and you just donât want to.
But you know you need to. You need to accept that Carmy would never see you that way.
âI just⌠for a really long time, I thought that IâŚâ You fall to silence, again, and Michael is staring at you, hanging onto every word, watching your side profile shake as you try to gather your thoughts. âI really liked him, you know? I donât even know whyâ maybe he was just the clearly available, safe option, and now thatâs not even true and I feel like Iâm mourning something that was never even real. How stupid and childish can I get?â
âWait, Birdieââ
âAnd I just⌠I know Iâm not like Claire. I donât know what I got myself into. I donât even really like him anymoreâ itâs just that the situation makes it so damn apparent that I am just average.â You huff out your words with an air of finality that even has Michael flinching a little, and he runs his hands through his hair, unbelieving of what youâve said. âYou canât even say Iâm not, Mikey, because I know how you talked about her and it was just so different to how anyone here has ever thought about me.â
âBirdie, shut the fuck up.â Michael breathes out really heavily, pinching his brows, thinking that he regrets everything he said and he wishes he could take it back. âI didnât reallyâ I was trying to tease Carmy, you know? It didnât mean the shit you think it does. Hell, I would be way more serious if I was talking about you.â
He takes a beat of silenceâ should he read your reaction to that, or keep going? And he decides to keep going.
âYou canât just act like you can read everyoneâs minds because youâre a lawyer, Birdie.â Michael says it with a slightly lighter tone, and his hand traces the small of your back as you lean against your knees, staring up at him. âDidnât you learn about intent or whatever the fuck it was? In school?â
âYeah, I guess.â You admit despite yourself, and Michael smiles but continues seriously.
âI donât think that about Claire, okay? If anything, Iâm fucking embarrassed you heard me talk all of that shitâ that was just meant to be, uh, guy talk. I swear.â Michael swallows, feeling guilty that he still had to be so low about it. âI donâtâ I care so much about him, I just went too far in working him up. I think it would be a good thing for him, right?â
Hurt flashes across your faceâ you still donât think you like Carmy anymore, you just donât know how to feel about someone else being portrayed as a âgood thing.â But you inhaleâ you know part of getting over it is having to accept this, and you let yourself think and then nod.
âYeah. Yeah, I could see that.â You agree, and it doesnât hurt as much since Michael is looking at you sympathetically. âI just⌠I want to be a good thing, too. Not for Carmy, justâŚâ
âFor someone?â Michael answers as you trail off.Â
âYeah.â
âListen, Birdie. Iâm gonna tell you something you gotta hear.â Michael has that determined look where you know heâs going to say something smartâ he has his fleeting moments of wisdom even if he doesnât believe in himselfâ and he goes for it. âI canât believe no one has ever told you just to, I donât know, fucking love yourself a little? Like, câmon, you should be able to like yourself! Youâre an incredible person and you deserveâ you have the right to be insanely fucking confident and itâs so fucking annoying that you donât see it.â
In the heat of his argument, Michaelâs come too close again, and he can feel your breath on somewhere near his jaw or neck, and he has to remind himself to pull away again.
âIâm sorry.â You whisper, and Michael combs back a strand of your hair.
âDonât be sorry. Just listen to what Iâm saying.â Michael inhales, thinks over why he canât do this himselfâ Tina always tells him to be a little easier on himself, but he just strugglesâ and he thinks that you look terribly cute so itâs just a lot easier to root for you. âDonât do it for some idiot guy who will never really appreciate you, little Birdie.â
You can feel the conclusion of that sentence, even if Michael doesnât quite say it: do it for yourself. Be there for yourself. Listen to the good part of yourself, rather than him.
âOh. I guess thatâsâŚâ You swallow, taking it in, knowing the value of his words. âItâs true.â
âSee? You know it.â Michael leans in a little too close again, his face a mere breadth away from your own.
âI think youâd actually make a fantastic lawyer.â You slyly comment amid wiping your face, and Michael blinks and then laughs.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you? Then youâd get to see me and hear my advice all the time.â Michael mumbles a little over his words but to his surprise, you nod.Â
âYeah, then Iâd get to see some idiot who really does appreciate me.â You murmur even more quietly, and Michael, feeling stupid, has a wistful smile on his face that he maybe has not felt in a decade. Itâs so sweetâ he thinks his heart is bursting with something.Â
Maybe love. Maybe that jovial, Christmas spirit that seems to emanate as the food smells closer to ready, maybe what Carmen gave him as a kind gift, most likely the closeness he feels with youâ not just being close in familiarity, more likeâ he can make out the little spots and freckles adorning your face, every single eyelash your still watery eyes have, the faint lines in your still-red lips, and it occurs to him that heâs too close. Somewhere during this talk, his hand has stayed around your back, and you have been tentatively tracing his right handâs knuckles with your own thumb.Â
Michael knows how it looks. If anyone was to walk in right now (and heâs sure Michelle or Richie have already put it together that the two of you have been gone for a while) they would assume you two are a couple.
He has a sudden air of regretâ itâs not because he wants to reject you, he just⌠he struggles a lot with feeling wanted. He struggles with the standards that people seem to put on him. Michael has always known heâs not a good guyâ he doesnât know how to be the person that everyone seems to think he is. Carmen, Natalie, Richie, youâ you all seem to think the best of him, and he doesnât know how to deal with it. He nearly had a breakdown watching Carmen look up to him so lovingly.
Before he can pull awayâ with another responsible refusal, telling you that heâs too old and washed up, and that you deserve the whole world and he is not enough to offer that to youâ you gently but firmly grab his face, tracing his cheek, and he thinks it could be wrongâ what if youâre just feeling all confused and willy-nilly about feelings because youâre displacing what you felt about Carmen, what if you donât actually like him and youâre assuming that you do because of his clear attraction to you, what if youâre just feeling the moment and the sweet guidance heâs given you?
Tons of questions seem to flow from his mind, things that he wants to ask you, but Michael thinks fuck it, because youâre leaning in first and pulling him in and itâs something he wouldâve never expected in a million years, that you could be just as attracted to him.
He kisses you maybe a little too hardâ maybe it shouldâve been softer, more gentle since youâve opened up to him so much, but you kiss him just as eagerly back, and he doesnât fucking care to be gentle anymore. Heâs leaning over you and Michael knows heâs quite a bit taller, so he has to pull you upwards to really reach your lips, and the table the two of you are sitting on is quite smallâ it shakes a little and thereâs not much room for Michael to really feel you.
Until you climb into his lap, because of course you do, and now youâre just tangling your fingers in his hair, and he thinks he can feel whatever migraine that the dayâs events have spurred on him slipping away, and his hands wrap around the smallest part of your waist as he pulls you in, pressing his chest against yours.Â
You feel like Michaelâs beard tickles a littleâ but you donât mind that. You werenât sure until you did it that youâve wanted to kiss him for a while. You feel like maybe youâve actually been more attracted to him than you ever were with Carmy, maybe even just going for Carmy due to his aforementioned security.Â
Michael groans, and he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you sharply inhale as his tongue roams around your own, and he knows he likes hearing you gasp when his hands come up under your sweater, just to feel your bare skin, and you pull away.
Michael comes in too close again, placing a soft yet firm kiss on the corner of your mouth, and you laugh at him, and itâs one of the best sounds he could hear. No longer are you all gloomy and sullen in the corner of the roomâ but thereâs still an air of heat around you two, and he knows he should let you go before things go too far.Â
âConsider that a Christmas present.â You murmur softly, tapping his face, genuinely smiling despite the smeared lipstick, and you clamber off his lap, and peek out the pantry. âI think youâre good to go eat dinnerâ let me justâŚâ
You wipe the red lipstick from his mouth using the corner of your sweater sleeve, so not to leave evidence, and itâs an intimate moment that has Michael staring at your hand, to your eyes, and thereâs something in his eyesâ maybe sorrow, maybe appreciation, but most of all, tenderness, and he takes a silly, soft moment to just kiss your hand. You beam at him.
âHow long have you wanted to do that?â You tease him, because you know that Michael has always had that look, and he stiffens for a moment.
âAh⌠maybe around when you came back from graduating college.â Michael admits, feeling weirdly high and low all at the same time, but he questions you too. âWhat about you? Donât tell me you just decided to kiss me right now. That would fucking⌠that would be too much.â
His heart falls for a split secondâ thinking about how again you couldâve just been having a little flingâ why would you ever like him? He struggles to think how you could, even after having kissed you.
âNo, no. I swear itâs not like that.â You turn a little red and play with your hands. âUm. Youâre not like a rebound, Mikey, I just⌠I think I liked you ever since I started coming around more, maybe around last year? I probably just didnât notice because I thought I was into Carmy. You know? Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.â
âYeah, I know.â Michael tries not to let the relief show through his face too much. âI thought maybe I was⌠reading too much into it. Putting pressure on you.â
âNo, youâre good.â You shake off his concerns. âI donât think that at all. I really do like you⌠mightâve just been obsessed with the idea of a childhood friend turning into a lover.â
Michael grins. âWell, whoâs to say that didnât fucking happen, Birdie? Are we not childhood friends?â
âEh⌠kind of. Youâre a bit old.â You give him a so-so motion, and Michael jokingly pushes you a little. âIâm kidding! This is more likeâ your friendâs hot older brother gives you a chance and itâs crazy and exciting and you just want to know more.â
You were half kidding, but youâre so honest about it, and Michael loves it, but thereâs still that undercurrent of agonyâ he wants to just openly like you, too, but he doesnât want to be such a fucking failure about it.
âIâm gonna just head to the dining table, I think.â You check your watch. âGotta go think about this a little moreâ is that okay? Not in a bad way, Iâm just overwhelmed with everything thatâs happened todayâŚâ
âYeah, yeah, yeah. Itâs okay, Birdie.â Michael presses a kiss into your hairline. He knows it is a lot for anyone to handleâ getting over a crush you thought you had, realizing that you like someone elseâ he gets it. âTake all the time you need.â
âOkay.â You smile eagerly at him and then walk outside through the hallway, wiping your mouth so it looks less kiss-stained, and peek around so no one is looking at you.Â
Michael feels a million emotions hit him at once, and he knows he has to cool himself down before explaining to everyone where youâve gone, whatâs happenedâ or heâs certain to implicate himself, and he canât have that.Â
/Â
It all goes to shit not even twenty minutes later.
Youâre sitting pretty between Richie and Tiff, who seem to be a little bit⌠awkward, maybe arguing mentally about something you donât completely understand. No one has really commented on your disappearance, but youâre sure itâs obvious based on how Michelle and Stevie are whispering and smiling at you.
Michael gets a massive, depressive episode right after youâve left him. He canât exactly pinpoint whyâ he feels like a creep even if he isnât one. Hell, he only actually met you when you were nineteenâ he was in a different state when you started visiting the Berzattos. But even if Michael ignores his potential, old-man creepiness⌠he also feels like youâre headed for so much more than he ever was, and he knows heâs holding you back if he does this.Â
For once in his life, he just wanted to be happy. He just wanted to be wanted without the stigma of not being good enough.Â
You, Carmy, and Nat. He knows you guys are on your way. Michael feels a pit in his stomach as he imagines why you guys all have to look up to him so muchâ he just happened to be in the right place, at the right time.
He canât ignore the feeling that he is just a major fucking loser.
Thatâs why Michael goes and gets high. He knows heâs making a mistake, and he doesnât want to do something so disappointingâ but he figures heâs already a disappointment anyways. Heâs grateful youâre not here outside to see how pathetic he really isâ how much he craves a hit just to feel a little less shitty. And yes, it calms him down as he feels the high of the painkillers exacerbate positive memories, like with you, Carmy, Natalieâ but it still makes his anger, his depressive tendencies strong, too.Â
When he sits down at the dining tableâ heâs not that intoxicated, but he knows itâs a little apparent on his face, based on the mild alarm on your own. Youâre sitting just far enough from him for there to be plausible deniability, but stillâ you are worried about him.
âYou good?â You mouth, and he waves away your question with an air of fake nonchalance.Â
You donât look convinced. You can see the red in Michaelâs eyes, the general tension in his shoulders, the unnerving sense of resentment in his expression. You wonder what could have happened in the last ten minutes that youâve been sitting at the table, why Michael decided to go and get intoxicated just minutes after kissing you.
Were you too much for him? Maybe.
You know Michael gets high. In fact, last Easter, youâre pretty sure he spent the entire time high on somethingâ but you only vaguely know about his anger flare ups. About his negative emotions, the supposed depressive periods he goes through. Youâve seen him argue a bit with Richie, you know heâs gotten a bit harsh with Carmy, but you know heâs a bit more troubled than that. The whole family seems a bit troubled. Natalie has told you that much, and you have your experience with thatâ your mother and fatherâs fights are ones that still make you quiver to think about. But with Michael?
You donât know how much you believed it, until now, because Michael always seemed kind of⌠like he always had the right thing to say. You almost feel like heâs in the right to get upset, because heâs had a hard time, with his family, some of his luck surrounding his careerâ especially with how Lee continually riles him up.
The table is formal and nice for a bit. Michael and Tiff converse about something, Carmy asks if youâre okay and you mostly are. Michelle asks Mikey to say grace, and he sounds resentful, again, of Lee cutting him off so often.Â
Cicero, being the responsible uncle that he is, tries to push off grace to Stevie, who promptly rejects it, and Michelle decides to ease the tension by asking what the hell the seven fishes are all about. Lee, of course, gleefully answers, about the dutch potatoes and the bible.
Michael glares at him and throws a fork. A real, honest-to-god, heavy piece of silverware. It clatters on the carpeted floorâ you feel yourself flinch, and you watch Natalie and Peteâs expressions crumble into the realization that Michael is not okay, and everyone seems to look towards him in fear.
âYou see what you did, right? You already did that. You already bitched about the dutch oven.â Michael retorts at him, not completely coherent, and you can feel the lights glazing overâ the Christmas tree, the wreaths and baubles, everything seems to lose focus in comparison to the red-hot anger that Michael is bubbling over with.
Cicero and Carmy try to call him off, but Michael isnât listening, and you can tellâ heâs in a place to be upset. Itâs like a slowly proceeding car crashâ as much as you donât want him to do it, you understand why heâs going to. You feel like there is a bit of a double standard in place hereâ Cicero seems to want him to respect his elders, and Michael is being kind of childish, but you canât say you donât understand why.
Michael asks for Fakâs fork, in direct opposition to Leeâs attempts to play the father in this house. Despite Fakâs insistent refusals, Michael successfully takes it. Everyone speaks with the intent to stop him, and heâs too focused on Lee to stop.
You know you hate Lee too. But such a severe reaction, coming from Michael? It has you wincing a little. You want to pull him awayâ tell him to be the nice older brother youâve always known him to beâ but you know it takes time. You know itâs probably going to get worse. You try to catch his eyeâ and he can't quite look at you.
You have faith in him. You know Michael can do better than thisâ you just hope he can see it, too.Â
Michael throws the second fork, and you feel regret in trusting him, again, because heâs making things bad but itâs almost as if he canât help it. You catch Natalieâs eyesâ sheâs clearly disappointed, too.
Michael feels a sick sense of pleasure, as he often does when it comes to acting out his worst desires. But he feels a flash of anger with himselfâ is that what he did with you? Is he really this guy? He thinks that he is, he is a bad dude and he can commit to that role if thatâs whatâs needed. Â
âCousin, youâre scaring the normals.â Richie tries, looking at Tiff and you, but youâre still yearning to catch his glanceâ and Michael can only respond that itâs nothing, everything is fine, and youâre suddenly reminded of when your parents used to fight and how you used to have to be the middle man and convince them that things were alright.
Michael looks towards you this timeâ but youâre not looking at him. You have your hands neatly clasped in your lap, your eyes are focused on the set of candles in the middle of the table, and you look horribly upset, with your neck all tense as you wait for things to blow over, and he can tellâ heâs fucking up big time. Stevie, Carmy, everyone is looking pained, and Michael can only think that he doesnât give a shit. He wants to make Lee feel just as terrible as he does.
"You seeâ I can throw forks because this is our fatherâs house." Michael scoffs back, and there's real agony in his tone. âMy fatherâs house.â
Michelle inhales. âWe have lift-off.â
âOkay, you got everyone's attention, so go ahead, tell us a story we've all heard a million times already.â Lee spits out, barely holding back his own contempt for Michael, and Michael starts laughing as if everythingâs alright. âTell a story about how you're living with your mom and you're borrowing money off of her and any other sucker who'll listen to your bullshit.â
Everyone looks towards the table, feeling terribly awkward about Leeâs accusationsâ itâs not that itâs necessarily untrue, but thereâs a hefty amount of his own assumptions, his own bias thrown in there, and you want to speak up.
âLee, shut the fuck up.â Cicero looks absolutely pissed off at him, and youâre grateful someone has taken some of the heat off of Michael. Itâs Leeâs fault, too.
âIâm sorry. I told you not to be a sucker, Jimmy.â Lee comments, and Cicero exhales, exasperated.
âLee. Thatâs not really fairâ youâre being too hard on him.â You utter through gritted teeth, and Leeâs eyes narrow on you. It's the first time you've spoken, and Michael glances at youâ his eyes are bright and he genuinely looks sorry. Sorry he had to go this far.
âOh, am I? Really, Birdie? I would suggest Iâm not being hard enough.â Lee raises his hands, invites you to speak more, and you know that itâs not really your place to do so, especially because Lee and Michael seem to have a lot of history.
But you have your almost-lawyer tendencies, and of course youâre not exactly unbiased either, because you want to see the best in Michaelâ you want to like him.Â
"Please, Lee⌠Michael's working on himself. You don't need to lie to him." You stare at him, and Leeâs face seems to turn darker with that. âIâm sure we all have our issues⌠it feels like a lot.â
"Is that what he's told you, Birdie?" Lee sneers at you, and you suddenly feel small. "He's a sick, fucking twisted man, and you would trust him, wouldn't you?"
He doesnât go further than thatâ but itâs enough that you feel humiliated for being read so thoroughly. Itâs obvious what heâs implyingâ youâre a silly little girl who doesnât know any better.Â
âIt's fine. It's fine. Because this guy's nothing and he's nobody.â Lee points at Michael again, and his expression sours so much. You watch as Michael seems to zero in on what Leeâs rambling on about.Â
Natalie shakes her head in little no-no motions.
âHey⌠Petey⌠I just need to, uh⌠I need to borrow this for one second.â Michaelâs got that nonchalant expression again, but thereâs pain in his eyes, and thereâs a clamour of everyone again telling Michael to stop, calling his name, trying to distract him.
"Michael. Michael. Please donât do this. Hey. Hey. Hey!" Natalie calls at him, and you know she's just begging for him to leave it alone. âI love you. Okay?âÂ
You watch as Michael, holding the fork, just holding it, clear malicious intent in his eyes, tension building in the air and you feel a little sick, but his eyes are watering and he clearly doesnât want to do what he thinks he has to.
âI love you too, Sug.â Michael says honestly.
Stevie giggles, Cicero de-escalates things further, and you think you see the light at the end of the tunnel, if not for the fact that Michael is still holding the fork. Still standing up, taunting him, acting like a big old child as Carmy rebukes himâ and itâs really just two grown men beginning to get all macho and toxic about whoâs tougher, whoâs really the man of the house, and they start screeching at each other and you watch as Michaelâs eyes glaze over with something, with Leeâs final insult that âheâs nothing.â
You watch as Michael takes his seat. He seems ambivalent, hard to readâ heâs not meeting anyoneâs eyes and you feel terrible about it.
Donna comes in and takes her seatâ she seems rather drunk, too, and the last thing you need is more evidence that substance abuse is a bad thingâ and Stevie starts the most wonderful prayer that still isnât enough to dissuade Michael. You catch his gazeâ heâs mulling over something, his eyes are watery, and you want to go over there and talk him down, even if that idea is unwise.
Donna cries over the prayer, and Natalie commits the most cardinal sin that she could at this moment: she asks if sheâs okay.
You flinch with recognition as Donna starts screaming at her, about how she is okay and could a person who isnât okay make such a gorgeous meal, and she exits the room in visible anger, and Natalie begins to hyperventilate, while Michelle tries to calm everyone down.
Donna throws a plate down on the floor, and exits the room continuing to screamâ and thereâs a beat of tense silence, full of angst and what-nows, and Lee decides to take initiative breaking that silence with a silly jokeâ almost in a paternal role, again, a hot topic between him and Mikeyâ and you watch Michaelâs eyes start narrowing as he leans against his hand.
Michael throws the third fork.
Itâs like every single nerve you felt, every bit of tension that was already in place, comes to a head as Michael starts going batshit, trying his best to attack Lee, while the Fak brothers and Richie are between them, and you can barely think straight as everyone starts screaming at each other.Â
Tiff almost gets dragged into the chaos, and you're left shielding and comforting her from the fight. Pete and Richie hold Michael off and you're thankfulâ the last thing you want is to go up in there and get caught in the crossfire yourself. Itâs genuinely a blurâ you have no idea how bad things are getting until Cicero starts telling them to get the fuck out.
Suddenly, the wall of the living room bursts inwards, the Christmas tree getting dragged in the crossfire, and you realize with shock that someoneâs driven a car inside.
Not just any carâ thatâs Donna in there, driving, and you think for a moment sheâs dead. You canât believe whatâs happeningâ you can feel your heart hammering through your chest.
Michael runs towards the car, tries to open the front door, yelling and asking her what she did, asking her to open the door. She stirs a little.
Everyone else is standing there, in shock, not focusing properly on what to do, and you pull yourself away from the crowd of people, as they stare on in horror. You donât want to be a part of this, but you are, and you know what a responsible adult would do.Â
You go outside, into the December nightâs cold air, and call 911. Specify for the firefighters and ambulances, because Cicero has a big thing against narcs and cops and youâre not getting into that right now.
Even though youâre freezing, and thatâs what you should be focusing on? Youâre in an incredible amount of despair because of whatâs taken place. You hang up the call and feel exhausted by everything thatâs happened, and you wonder if Michael really knows better. If he can be more than this. Itâs not something youâre judging him forâ but you feel terrible about his circumstances and you want him to get out of there.
Worse, you canât help but feel a little upset with him. Because you know that Michael didnât have to stoop that lowâ he chose to, and thatâs what bothers you the most. He let his emotional responses dictate how he was going to act, and you know itâs hard to not be so provoked in this environment, but still: you are concerned and upset with him, and you know you need to take a step back. As much as it hurts you to stay away, you feel like itâs going to hurt even more if you intentionally stay around.
You wait for the ambulance and fire trucks to show upâ you take a minute to direct them through the house, and then you trust that someone else has got it from there. Carmy, Natalie, Michelle, Stevieâ theyâve got each other, theyâre whispering about something, and you know where youâre not needed.
You grab your coat and leave, leave as silently as you can without interrupting everything thatâs going on. Itâs an strange walk homeâ ten minutes of you thinking about everything.
You hope next Christmas will be better.
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Michael comes down from his high hard. Someoneâs wrapped a blanket around him, and heâs sitting on the front porchâs staircase, wondering what the hell is going on. Donnaâs apparently been taken to the hospitalâ and thereâs a makeshift tarp where the wall has been crashed in. Everyone has gone home.
Where did you go? He has a moment of panic. Are you okay? Did he fuck it up that badly? That you would leave without saying goodbye? Michael can picture the disappointment on your face, and he wishesâ he really wishes he was someone else.
Heâs stressing really hard, his eyes are beginning to tear up. God, he knew he wasnât really worthy of your attentionâ youâre young still, you have the whole world ahead of youâ and he wonders if he can apologize. He wonders what he could possibly say to make it right. After such an insane situation, he canât even blame you for taking off.
Natalie tells him, kind sister that she is, that you were the one to call emergency services. Of course you wereâ you have a strong head on your shoulders and Michael feels strongly that his family is in debt to you. And then you headed home, but Natalie doesnât know why.
He does have your number. But heâs not going to call you, not right nowâ heâs not going to make a bigger mistake and fuck things up further.Â
Michael sighs, and leans back. He doesnât deserve to be happy.
#michael berzatto x reader#mikey berzatto x reader#michael berzatto x you#the bear fx#the bear#x reader#reader insert#michael berzatto fluff#fluff#angst#carmy berzatto x reader#jon bernthal#donna berzatto#natalie berzatto#sugar berzatto#neil fak#the bear s2#michael berzatto#mikey berzatto#the berzattos#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#michelle berzatto
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(Some more bread crumbs for the Aceyuu birdies) Ace enters Ramshackle, where everyone is already gathered in the guestroom, Yuu's in the middle of talking about something when he walks in. Yuu: And I mean, I guess I feel a little guilty about it, but I'd say the one I miss the most back home is Toby!
Ace bluescreening, internally he's asking: WHO TF IS TOBY?!
Epel: Well you did say he was super affectionate with ya, Yuu
Yuu: Haha, exactly! It would be soooo annoying sometimes I'd enter a room and suddenly he's ontop of me, just whining and licking everywhere until I wrestled him of off me!
Ace shaking: Am I having a stroke? Is this what a stoke feels like? I can't feel my legs and I'm blacking out man.
Yuu, sighing defeated: Aw, but then he'd look at me with those big sad brown eyes and I end up letting him do it all over again.
Deuce, laughing: Who knew you had a weakness for puppydog eyes
Ace: EXCUSE ME?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT'S ALL YOU GOTTA SAY?! YUU! I EXPECTED MORE OF A BACKBONE FROM YOU! WHY'RE YOU LETTING HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT KINDA STUFF?!
Yuu, beweildered, genuinely didn't realise Ace had arrived: Who? You mean let Toby...the boxer?
Ace, momentarily doing the quick maths about his chances against a boxer: I don't care what his job is, you can't be letting guys do stuff like that to you! I don't care how good looking you think they are!
At this point, the boys begin cracking up a little, which only pisses Ace more. Even Yuu looks like their trying so hard not to laugh at him, their eyes a mix of pity and adoration (he hopes that's what he's seeing, at least) before they explain; Toby the boxer, as in the boxer breed of dog. Yuu was talking about their family pet(s) back home. Ace tries to cover for himself, saying how he totally knew that but Yuu isn't even listning to his excuses anymore because now it's Grim throwing a tantrum about how could you miss a mangey mutt when you have the Great Grim sitting on your lap?! But don't worry Ace, the guys will make sure nobody forgets this little outburst.
OR something, after we had to put our dog down a few years ago, my dad's finally in a place where he's looking for a new one so I'm just thinking about dogs now uwu
This ask is old but I hope everything went well with the search, it was my roommate's dog's birthday today so this ask as been on my mind for a hot second. Toby is such a cute name for a boxer it's literally perfect.
Listen, this is all your fault, that's going to be Ace's stance on this. If you weren't such a headache to look after, then he never would have thought that you would let someone do something like that to you and he would have automatically known it was a dog. Really now what do you take him for?
"Jealous." You're smiling as if you find the thought amusing. "It sounded like you were jelous."
"Oh please," you have him dead to rights, but he's not going to say that out loud "only Grim would get fussy about you having a dog." Because really he's not jealous of the dog. If anything he thinks it's cute, so the prefect is an animal person; just like a proper beast tamer, look at you!
No what makes him jealous is the thought he can't give you any of that back no matter how much he wants to. His family doesn't have any pets, but from the way his classmates talk about them he knows that's not a bond you can really just replace. And he wouldn't want to, Ace wants what you have to be unique to the two of you and not a replacement for what came before.
Guess that means he'll have to learn about how to take care of a dog huh. He can do that... just not when the guys are around they're already giving him a hard enough time.
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wrecked > keigo takami/hawks (mha)
word count: ~3k
pairing: sub!hawks/keigo takami x dom!reader
warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, lots of cursing, use of a sex toy, a few uses of âmommyâ, hawks has some birdy traits, theyâre so in love ugh
keigo regretted the decision to take you partying with him. not for anything you did, of course. you were⌠infinitely better than anything he could ever imagine having. and god damn did you look perfect tonight.
it was a heroes exclusive night at his and rumiâs favorite club, and due to your job, you were well-known within the hero community and keigo was able to bring you with him. and keigo swore that was one of the todoroki children- fuyumi?- with rumi tonight.
keigo wasnât big on partying anymore, you and him both now preferring nights in together more than going out. and god help him, keigo could not wait to take you home tonight. you danced with fuyumi, laughing as the more reserved woman started to warm up. you were infectious- everyone seemed to liven up around you. you brought out the best in people. also brought out the worst thoughts in him.
âdown, boy. your birdy instincts are kicking in,â rumi teased and keigo shot a glare at his best friend, who merely laughed. he couldnât help himself. you looked fantastic. rumi had taken you shopping earlier today and he owed her for the rest of his life for that outfit.
your pants looked as if they had been painted on, the leather material hugging your figure perfectly. your top was barely more than a black lacy bra, and keigoâs personal favorite was the gold chain body harness you wore on top. it outlined your torso and keigoâs gaze kept getting caught by the shimmer. you knew it too, because every time you caught him staring, youâd smirk and continue to dance, each movement of your hips more tempting than the last.
fuyumi made her way to the bar a minute later, you having walked off to the bathroom and fuyumi shyly tucked herself into rumiâs side. he didnât know how new this⌠relationship? was so he didnât tease rumi (yet) and he set the glass down that he had been nursing.
âgonna go find my songbird,â keigo said as a way of dismissing himself, and keigo walked towards the dance floor, searching for you. you spotted him and waved excitedly, quickly weaving your way through the crowds and enveloped him in a tight hug.
âbirdie! i missed you,â you peppered keigoâs cheek with kisses and started to travel down towards his jaw. âdid you miss me?â
keigoâs hands moved from where they rested on your back to your waist, and be squeezed gently. âalways miss you. you know that.â you giggled and keigo nuzzled his nose into your hair. âyou look beautiful.â
âbaby bird,â you whispered and keigo could practically see the shy smile on your face as you pressed a kiss behind his ear, the smile turning into a smirk when he shivered. âyou look so handsome, itâs downright sinful.â you ran one hand down keigoâs chest, hand trailing down until it rested on his stomach. keigoâs grip on you tightened, cheeks reddening from the compliment and affection. he had worn a sheer button down today and he had considered staying home with you when he saw your reaction to the shirt for the first time.
you had begun to pull keigo towards the exit and keigo laughed when he noticed your not so subtle plan. âno goodbyes to rumi or fuyumi?â
âtrust me, baby boy. iâve been talking to fuyumi about you all night. i think theyâll get the memo.â your eyes had darkened and keigo calculated the distance in his head.
âwould you kill me if i flew us home?â keigo asked and you leveled him with a look.
âif you donât get us home the fastest way possible, iâll make you watch as i fuck myself and go straight to bed after.â with that, keigo scooped you into his arms and was up in the air in mere seconds. the minutes it took him to get home felt like ages and the second he landed on his balcony, you were on him. your lips attached to his and keigo expertly made his way inside, feathers opening and closing doors as he kissed you back. you broke the kiss long enough to start taking his shirt off and keigo whined from the loss.
âwant you, need you,â keigo whined and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips to satiate him.
âi got you, baby. iâll take care of you. that what you want?â you asked and keigo nodded. âgo ahead and get comfy. tonight? itâs all up to you, kei.â
keigo laid on his back, sending most of his feathers away. âjust want you.â your smile warmed his heart and you made quick work of getting on the bed, straddling keigo.
keigo leaned up and you met him halfway, kissing him happily. you let keigo lead the kiss and you parted your lips, letting out a soft sigh as you and keigo explored each otherâs mouths. keigoâs hands played with the hem of your top and you parted just enough for him to pull your top off. the cool air hit your chest, your nipples hardening and keigoâs eyes dilated. he looked at you, down at your chest, then back up again and you nodded.
keigo leaned forward and kissed down your neck, revelling in each noise that fell from your lips. one of your hands made itself at home in his hair, the other tracing up and down his back as he made his way down to your chest. he pressed a kiss to each of your breasts before he took one of your nipples into his mouth, and you threw your head back with a soft moan. your grip in his hair tightened, and keigo hummed against you and you whimpered. keigoâs hand caressed your other breast as he lapped at your nipple, sucking and carefully pulling at the nub with his teeth.
âfuck!â your hips rocked down against keigoâs and keigo moaned against you. he switched breasts, now taking the other nipple in his mouth and you rolled your hips against his slowly starting to harden clothed cock. âbirdie, shit,â you whined. you moved your hands, starting to fumble with the button of his jeans.
âeasy, dove, let me help.â keigo said once he pulled away and you pouted at the loss of his mouth. you unbuttoned his pants and keigo lifted his hips so you could pull them down and drop them somewhere on the ground. keigo helped you pull your own pants off and you kicked them off to the ground.
âwill never get over how pretty you are, keigo,â you brought one of your hands to cup keigoâs cheek, the other hand brushing his wing lightly. keigoâs cheeks burned red and you leaned down to kiss him again, keigoâs back meeting the mattress and you slowly ground down against keigo, drawing out moans from the both of you.
keigo couldnât keep his hands still, going from your chest down to your ass, and he squeezed firmly. âcan i take these off?â
âplease,â you whined. moments later, you both had been fully stripped and you knelt between keigoâs legs. you ran your hands up and down keigoâs thighs and looked up at him through your lashes. âwhat do you want first, pretty boy?â
âmouth, please. just need to feel you,â keigo was close to begging and you nodded, kissing down his stomach. each kiss inched closer and closer to where he wanted you and while you were letting him make choices, you still had the control and keigo loved it.
you licked a stripe up the underside of keigoâs cock and he moaned, one hand gripping the sheets and the other gripping your hair. you lapped at keigoâs tip before taking his length into your mouth, and the soft moan you let out caused keigoâs cock to twitch. you looked up at keigo with half lidded eyes and keigoâs grip on your hair tightened.
âfuck, dove, feels so good. so good to me,â keigo babbled as you bobbed your head up and down, nose hitting his pelvis as you took all of him into your mouth. âshit!â keigoâs hips started to buck as your hand cupped his balls, needy whines slipping from his lips as you lightly twisted your hand. keigoâs eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched off the bed. âclose, âm close,â keigo panted and you picked up your pace, keigoâs hips bucking and his breaths coming faster. âcumming, shit, mommy!â keigo cried out and his cock twitched once, twice more, before he came down your throat. you swallowed before you pulled back and immediately started to run your hands over keigoâs torso, grounding and checking on him.
âdid so good, songbird. my good boy, love you so much,â you praised and keigo reached up to pull you closer to him. you huffed out a laugh and pressed a few chaste kisses to his lips. âyou up for more?â
âneed it, need more. need you,â keigo said and you nodded.
âtell me how you want me, baby bird. want toys or just me?â you repositioned yourself, moving to sit beside keigo, and you lazily started to pump his cock.
âcan- can we try something new?â you nodded. keigo rolled over, reaching to the nightstand and opened the drawer. he pulled out a bottle of lube and a new toy you hadnât seen yet, some type of plug. âi, uh, want to use this while you ride me.â
keigo looked anywhere but your face and you leaned forward, gently lifting his chin so he looked at you. âof course, kei. get comfy for me, âkay?â you kissed keigo, short and sweet, before you broke the kiss. you helped keigo prop up some pillows under his hips, your touches gentle and keigo preened under the attention you were giving him.
you always took such good care of him, it was disorienting. he had slowly gotten used to it, but he still couldnât believe he was treated so gently by you. so kindly. even when he asked you to be rough with him, he could feel how deeply you cared behind your movements. it was that care that let keigo relax in this moment, legs spread and exposed as you knelt between his legs.
keigo briefly tensed as your lube covered finger prodded at his hole, which turned into a soft moan as you pushed in. keigo whined your name and you rubbed at his hip, soothing him. you worked your finger in slowly, whimpers leaving his lips as he adjusted. âanother?â
âplease,â keigo nodded and you pulled your finger out, shushing him when he whined, and pushed in a second. you moved a bit faster this time, pumping your fingers at a steady pace and as keigoâs moans got needier, you added a third. you stretched your fingers, pumping faster and you smirked when a high keening cry escaped keigo.
âdid i hit something, baby?â you taunted, just barely brushing that bundle of nerves again. keigoâs blushed trailed down his cheeks to his neck, and you barely resisted the urge to litter his neck with more hickeys. you reached over and grabbed the plug, pulling out your fingers and quickly replaced them with the plug. you pushed the curved end of the plug in snugly before you studied the base, curiously switching it on to its lowest level.
âfuck!â keigoâs curse was cut off by a moan, cock twitching as the device buzzed inside him.
ânow, we can play this one of two ways.â you grasped the handle of the plug, pushing it deeper and taking pleasure in the way keigoâs hips bucked as he gripped the sheets. âwe can see how long you can hold out without cumming. or, i can see how many orgasms i can draw out from you. i think i can get at least two more from you.â you pushed and pulled at the plugâs base, and keigo let out a wanton moan as you held the plug firmly against his prostate. âwhich do you want, baby boy?â
âthe s-second,â keigo panted. âjust wanna feel you, please, being so good for you. right, mommy? your good boy?â
âthe best there is,â you smiled as you crawled over to keigo, straddling him. one of your hands grasped keigoâs cock, the other splayed out across his chest. you lined up his length with your entrance, and you moaned as you sunk down, the pleasure of the stretch outweighing the sting, and you threw your head back. âfuck, baby, fit me so well. made for your cock, all mine, isnât it?â you trailed your nails down his chest, your spare hand tweaking one of his nipples and the moan that keigo let out was downright pornographic.
âyours, all yours, only you. just for you,â keigo babbled. you rolled your hips, grinding down against keigoâs pelvis as you bottomed out.
âyouâve ruined me, birdie. no one makes me feel as good as you,â keigoâs eyes dilated from your praise, a possessive clicking noise leaving him. âoh, you liked that. liked hearing how iâm all yours, didnât you?â you bounced on keigoâs cock, moving steadily, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. the angle caused keigoâs cock to brush against your g-spot, and you continued to fuck yourself on keigoâs cock. âfuck, keigo. absolutely wrecked me,â your movements started getting sloppier and keigo desperately bucked his hips up, trying to get more friction. wanting, needing more of you.
âclose!â his movements caused the plug to shift deeper and keigoâs feet dig into the mattress, practically humping the pillows under him.
âthatâs it, baby. fill me up, make me yours.â keigo lost the rest of his control and he thrusted his hips up wildly, chasing his own orgasm. his instincts were going wild, your voice echoing through his mind. you were his, his his his. keigo pulled you down by the back of your head, latching onto your neck and sharply biting, and your finishing cry filled the room. keigo barely recognized his own moans as his hips began to falter in their movements, his only thought being of marking you, making you his.
keigo came with a flurry of chirps, warbles, and cries, some of his discarded feathers flying around the room as he came down from his high. you dropped your head against keigoâs shoulder, panting as you pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck.
âcan i clean you up, mommy?â keigo looked at you with a hazy gaze and you smiled as you brushed some of his hair back.
âclean me up good and iâll get you off however you want, baby. want me to turn it off?â you rubbed keigoâs hip and he nodded, shifting so you could access it easier and sighed with relief when the buzzing stopped. âgood boy,â you cooed, pressing one more kiss to his lips before you rolled over. you propped yourself up against the headboard, slowly letting your legs spread and smirked at the way keigoâs gaze narrowed in on your cunt. âwell? get to it, songbird.â
keigo positioned himself between your legs, holding your hips as he leaned in. keigo looked up at you through half lidded eyes, the sight making you clench around the air, and keigo licked a fat stripe, eyes fluttering shut. you cursed as you grasped his hair, your noises only encouraging keigo and his cock started to twitch in interest again.
keigo lapped at your pussy like he wouldnât rather be anywhere else, and you whimpered as he nuzzled his nose against your clit. you dug your heels into his back, urging him closer and who was keigo to deny you? keigo nudged your legs open further and you swear you saw stars when keigo plunged his tongue in. keigo moaned deeply against you, the vibrations rattling you to your core and you bucked your hips, whining soft âplease, birdieâ and âgod, love your mouthâ as you gripped his hair.
keigo was pussydrunk and he lapped at your cunt like a man starved, suckling and flicking his tongue like he was born for it. your moans and whines egged him on, and you cried out his name when his thumb started to rub your clit.
âkei, fuck! keep, keep going. âm close,â your words turned breathy and high pitched moans fell from your lips, and keigo picked up the pace, pushing a finger into you and beginning to pump it quickly. your thighs tightened around his face, holding him in place as your hips bucked wildly, grinding against his mouth as you came with a loud cry. keigo eased his finger out once you stilled, pressing kisses to your inner thigh as you slowly released him.
âcome âere, pretty bird,â you gently tugged at the golden locks and keigo happily climbed up, cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you. âlove you so much.â you whispered against his lips and keigo whined as he pulled back. a fond smile graced his features, and you could practically see the hearts in his eyes. keigo rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, and you curled up, content.
âlove you more than anything, dove.â keigo ran his hand up and down your back and you leaned into his touch, much like a cat getting petted. âshower?â
âplease, youâre so sweaty.â your voice turned teasing and keigo gasped in mock offense.
âyou arenât exactly the picture of cleanliness either.â keigo kissed your temple before he sat up with a wince. âfuck, plug.â keigo shifted to pull the plug out and set it aside. ânow, i believe i was promised another orgasm?â keigo stood, you in his arms and you yelped as you clung to him.
âwhatever you want, pretty boy.â you laughed as you rested against his chest. âanything for you.â
#fem!reader#hawks x you#hawks x reader#bnha hawks#bnha keigo#keigo takami#keigo x y/n#keigo x reader#sub!hawks#sub!keigo#dom!reader#mha fic#mha smut#hawks smut
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Moon Knight Fic Recs.
LIST FULL PART 2
Fluff
Plenty of cuddles for everyone
Chamber of Reflection
Birdy
Because I'm in Love with You
Love You the Same
From Dust
Head over heels Steven Grant
the morning after
for all you give (iâll give it back to you)
love you like the sun came out
Comfort
cuddle quota
Just a Kiss
Best day of my life
Frightful
Stargazing
Dyed Hair Disaster
Roses for The Strange Man
Coffee and Kisses
Secret Identities pt.2
Keep The Secret?
sky and stars (AO3)
clumsy
Moments - Part 2
Moon Nights
here with you
Wonât Say Iâm In Love
The Tongue Thing
Dress Up
drunk
"did you bring a jacket?"
HAVING A BABY WITH OSCAR ISAACâS CHARACTERS
Angst
Softcore
Loss
Everything
Comfort
Spare Key
Panic
Resolutions | đđđđđđđđđđ | Aspiration
Smoke and Mirrors | The truth is Rarely Kind (S&M pt.2) | pt. 3
đđ˘đ đĄđđŚđđŤđđŹ
you know it's not the same | as it was
Lioness â> Moon Knight
Old friends â moon knight
perfect strangers
Bloody Hands
Scarred
Hospital Bed Confessions
Loveless God
An Eye For An Eye
Finishing the Job
Night Owl
dlz ; jake lockley.
Opia
Homecoming
You're my emergency
Stop Dead
âiâm tired of having to pretend we hate each other.â
the break-up
Blood at the corner of your mouth
Deserve
Smut
Too Good to be True
Fit To Burst
where lust ends, and love begins
While We Untangle
Cant fight the moonlight
Keep your vigils on the road
Monday mornings
fire & desire
Where To, Miss?
Gift of Min
THANK GODS (I) | THANK GODS (II)
First-Aid
Series
Red Flags
Moonstuck (AO3)
Moonknight/Eternals Crossover *
Reverence for the moon
GHOST-BLOOD//REVENANT: MASTERPOST
Sleep With Me, Anytime
Make Your Acquaintance Masterlist
Goodbye, My Dear Stranger
My You-niverse
Full Masterlists
obnoxioussmiley's Moonknight masterlist
Bibli0thecary Moonknight masterlist
Charnelhouse Moonknight Masterlist (SMUT 18+)
Bensolosbluesaber's Moonknight Masterlist
Stormkobra-5's Moonknight Masterlist
Blurbs/HCs
Living With Steven Grant Would IncludeâŚ
HC for the other moon Boys reacting to the reader saying theyâre pregnant
Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3
#moon knight#moon knight x reader#steven grant#steven grant x reader#marc spector#marc spector x reader#jake lockley#jake lockely x reader
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This made me so so so happy, like the big stupid smile I had when I saw these memes omggg!! I decided to immortalise them in art form <33 Thank you so much AAAAA
Hi Ginger :DD Time to spill some tea >:))))
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Heyyy Pen, always glad to spill my guts (seriously, I'd never post anything any other way)
đŞď¸Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.
A particular Zeus + Apollo centric wip I have can be summed up as 'No beta, we die like Persephone', 'Father-son bonding', 'The not-so-glamourous side of being the god of Prophecy' and 'Zeus is a Complicated Father (he is doing his best)'
đ¤ď¸Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.
From the same wip as mentioned above:
"You should have a drink."
Apollo slaps the kylix out of his father's hand, nectar sizzling when it splashes on his heated skin, "Fuck your drink! What good will drinking do us now?! What problem could it possibly solve?"
Past his heaving breaths and the frazzled curls of his hair, Apollo can only see his father. Stalwart and tall, not a single hair of his ruffled by Apollo's outburst save for a single raised eyebrow. Shame is a lightning strike through his chest, regret its swift twin. "Father, I -"
"You know," and Zeus gathers the fabric of his thick chiton round his knee, stoops low on his haunches, "the same could well be said of your anger." He grabs the spilled cup. There's a chip in the lip, an ugly fracture whose cracks now stain the once pristine depiction of his father and stepmother's wedding day. It was Father's favourite drinking cup and now it's ruined.
Zeus kneels in front of him, and Apollo wishes he wouldn't. He wishes his father wouldn't look at him with such understanding eyes. It's Apollo who broke his favourite cup, Apollo whose inaction have doomed Persephone, Apollo who will forever speak destruction and doom into being.
"Phoebus," he says, and his voice is so calm when all Apollo deserves are curses, "lashing out will only cause more pain, more destruction." His father pries his fingers out of their balled and quaking fist, gently rests the ruined kylix in his palm. "Have a drink with me. It'll help, I swear it."
đŠď¸ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.
Naturally, from the same wip:
"Phoebus."
Five small white heads poke out from the tangle of dense brown curls laid out against the rug. Zeus snorts, amused, "Phoebus, it is time to get up."
The sprawling lump of fine hair and limbs shudders. His crows all scatter, the tinkling of their adornments like chimes as they search for new perches in the high walled room. A muffled sound dully echoes about the room. Zeus laughs, crossing the threshold and making peace with the ten sets of talons now seeking purchase atop his horns and shoulders. "I didn't quite catch that, child. You'll have to raise your head so I can hear you."
The crow closest to his ear begins picking at the sapphire in his earring. Zeus brushes it off, looking away for just long into to miss Phoebus digging himself out of his miserable pile of pillows and furs, "I said, it is not yet morning, father. Whyever would you have need of me now?"
What a cute thing-! Blue eyes bleary with Sleep's heavy touch, pretty curls all frayed and thick from being teased by his birds and crushed by his pillows. Oh, if only dear Hear could see him like this, surely she'd forget even her distaste if faced with such a charming side of the boy. He can't help but try flatten some of those poufy curls with his hands, "Training of course. You've until your birds find new perches to grab your sword."
Phoebus blinks, "What?"
Zeus smiles, he tilts his head, filling the room with the roar of thunder, startling both Phoebus and his flock of birds. "I'll see you at the field."
#THIS WAS SO CUTE?? LIKE#the Peter Griffin Persephone one was so fucking funny unironically ugly snorted#also the eepy kitty baby Apollo is soooo perfect aaaaa that's exactly how he looked but with a million little birdies in his hair#Fun fact! Apollo doesn't sleep much anymore but whenever he sleeps that boy is OUT out like my god he is gone#full bed head squingy face bleary eyed has patterns from his sheets and furs stuck to his cheeks and forehead#he's a wonderful sleeper whenever he sleeps lol
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I'd love to talk about Butcher!Simon. >u<
He's my favorite fucked up special boy. I like to think he has a set of Damascus knives that he keeps perfectly sharp.
Maybe he sees the reader coming in, buying the cheap stuff, barely talking to the cashier, scared when the package bleeds at the edges. He watches for them again, sending the cashier on break so he could talk to them finally.
Maybe they hand him a crumpled wad of bills. He notices the bruises on their arms. So what if the cut of meat he gives them is worth more than they paid? Can't have his shy birdie going hungry.
Maybe they come home one day to him sitting on their couch. Their abusive partner is gone. The tub is a little pink, but that's okay.
Maybe he reassures them through their tears that he's nothing like the meat he cuts up.
[TWs for idek how to tag this, brief implied cannibalism and kinda mentions of how you'd butcher your lover to eat them but it ends there and none of that actually happens and no one's intending for it to you're just talking about it?]
I was gonna say I don't have anything to add to this but if I may go off on a tangent (excerpt from a fic I'm working on), Ghost who is in the 141, left his old life behind (not like he had a choice when it was all taken from him anyway), but he retained all the stuff he learned when he was younger. You see a couple YouTube shorts from hunters explaining how to cut up their kills, and get interested about the process. And maybe that turns into some sort of weird form of intimacy between the two of you. (Alternative working title: Autism be Damned, That Boy Can Meat)
..."Bloody 'ell, watch the pet names there, luv. I might start thinkin' you fancy me or somethin'," he teased, his voice a low rumble that was honestly weirdly satisfying to listen to now that your cheek was pressed to his sternum. "If you wanna learn about cuts a' meat, might as well 'ave a quick lesson. You got a pen and paper there?" He asked dryly, his own form of humour as he rubbed circles against the back of your neck with his thumb.
"Start with the basics, yeah? Prime cuts are gonna be the tenderest, 'cause they come from the least-worked muscles. Ribeye, sirloin, that sorta thing. Gotta keep 'em cold to preserve the fat, though. You let that melt, and you lose flavour."
As he spoke, Simon's hands moved almost unconsciously, mimicking the motions of breaking down a side of beef. His slightly chilly fingers traced invisible lines across your back, mapping out different sections, trying to remember. "Then you got your secondary cuts - brisket, short ribs, that sorta thing. Tougher, but full o' flavour if you cook 'em right. Need time and low heat to break down all that connective tissue."
He hesitated, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to remember more specifics. "Ah, you got your off-cuts too. Offal, bones, all'at. Nothin' goes to waste in a proper butcher shop. Even got some fancy restaurants that'll pay good money for that stuff nowadays." Another pause, "Well, used to, anyway."
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"Trying to figure out how you'd butcher me, Simon?" You'd giggled at the feeling of his fingertips tracing your ribs, but there was nothing but trust and love in your eyes.
Like his own perfect little lamb.
#call of duty#current wip#cod#cod mw2#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#butcher!simon#butcher!ghost#this is shitty
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Hiiii I was looking to see if your request is open but couldnât find it so Iâll just drop it here and feel free to write it :) I love your writings! đ¸
May I ask for batboys reacting to shy reader who wants them to lie down on her lap after their long day. She wants to praise them, play with their hair and shower them with kisses :0 thank you!
Dick:
Would rest his head on your lap regardless of whether you asked him to do not, your lap was the perfect pillow for him and he will not have it any other way.
âHi baby.â He greets as he beams up at you from the comfort of your lap.
âHi honey, long day?â You greeted back, your hands already finding their way into his hair and began to comb through it slowly as he hums, burrowing himself closer to you as a means to feel more of you against him.
âYeah but itâs nothing I canât handle.â Dick replied and smiled wide when you kissed his cheek before kissing his nose, and felt his heart melt upon giggling you giggling when he scrunched up his face.
âIs there nothing that my handsome man canât do?â You asked sarcastically as you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. âOr is he just the most perfect man in existence?â
Dick made a face at this. âHave you maybe considered that this handsome man of yours has an amazing, wonderful and beautifully cute spouse waiting at home for him as inspiration?â He looks at you with a raised brow.
âIâm the one whoâs meant to be praising you tonight, not you praising me.â You chuckled as you peppered his face in small, quick kisses that had Dick reaching a hand to the back of your head, holding you close so he could give you a plethora of kisses of his own.
âWell what if we could just both praise the other tonight.â Dick said against your lips.
âI can deal with that.â You replied as you spent the rest of the night whispering sweet nothings to one another and trading kisses.
Jason:
Your lap was his save haven after a long and tiresome day from having to listen to Bruce critique his way of ridding crime out of Gotham. So he wasnât going to refuse your affection, not when you shyly patted your lap as an invite to rest his head and looking cute whilst doing so.
God had his permission to smite him to his second death should he actually refuses your requests to coddle him and shower him in all your love and adoration.
If anything the days where you offered up your lap to him were the best days of his entire life as he got to spend it looking up at an absolute angel that he was lucky enough to call his own.
âHowâs my gorgeous jay birdie feeling today?â You asked as you kissed his along his jaw and stopping when you got to his chin.
âIâm feeling fantastic now that Iâm with you sweetheart. How about you.â He replied back as he looked up at you with his pretty eyes that he knew made you weak. Jason only wanted to give you back the love and support that you give him on a daily basis tenfold, for itâs what you truly deserved in his eyes.
He loved you too much to allow you to settle for mediocrity.
âIâm feeling much better now my strong, brave boy has come home to me safe and one less bruise to ice.â You responded with a lighthearted chuckle as you lifted up one of his large hands and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before resting your cheek against it to commemorate his warmth and callouses to memory.
âDonât come at me with that sweetheart, I know you love icing my bruises, especially when theyâre on my abdomen.â Jason cheeked as he winked at you, taking pure enjoyment out of seeing your flustered face. It was a much needed breath of fresh air coming home to sweet, caring you from the cold, unforgiving outside and he cherished every bit of it for as long as he could.
âMeanie.â You murmur, booping him on the nose.
âMeanie? How am I being mean chipmunk, I know how much you love my abs and my thighs.â Jason chuckled as he booped your nose in retaliation. âWhy do you think I never skip leg day?â
âYouâre more than perfect the way you are Jason,â you countered, âperfect body or not youâre still my jay birdie. Forever and always.â You whispered the last part as you pressed a sweet tender kiss to his lips as he smiled in response.
Tim:
He always finds himself perpetually tired from working himself to the bone, so when you offered up your lap for him to rest, the poor man practically sighed in relief, almost as if he were a man dying of thirst in the desert; finally having found the oasis he had been wandering aimlessly for.
âYou donât know how much I needed this.â Tim groans as he made himself comfortable in your lap, trying his hardest to not to close his eyes right then and there from the prepping of light kisses you were scattering across his forehead and under his eyes.
Gosh he hates how weak he gets from your little kisses but would die a little on the inside if you didnât.
âIâm sure I can take a guess.â You said sweetly as you ran your hand through his hair. âYouâve been overworking yourself so much lately that I rarely see you as much,â Timâs stomach dropped upon hearing this but let you finish speaking, âbut when I do see you it always makes me happy knowing that youâre okay.â You then pressed a kiss to his cheek.
âIâm sorry for-â you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, muttering a soft âdonât. Donât blame yourself for things you canât control.â
âBut I can control it!â Tim exclaimed. âItâs not fair on you to exhaust yourself on me every night after patrol and still find it within yourself to take care of meâŚI donât deserve any of it as it feels as though Iâm taking advantage of you somehow.â Tim trailed off as he looked away for you as guilt are away at him.
âTim,â you called, âmy sweet Tim as long as I know your okay and come home to me every night, then I donât care how long I have to stay up just catch a glimpse of your handsome face.â You reassured him as you kissed his jawline softly, and Tim felt himself weaken under your words and affection as he looked back up at you.
âYou really mean that?â He asked almost quietly.
âI wouldnât say it if I didnât mean it with all my heart my sweet, smart boy.â You said while pressing a singular kiss to his forehead.
#dc imagine#dc x reader#dc x you#dc fanfic#dc fic#dc comics x reader#dc x y/n#dc fanfiction#jason todd imagines#jason todd imagine#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x you#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson imagines#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson fluff#tim drake x reader#tim drake x you#Tim drake imagine#Tim drake imagines#nightwing imagines#nightwing imagine#nightwing x y/n#nightwing x you#nightwing fluff#nightwing x reader#red hood x you#red hood imagine
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The first time he said âI Love Youâ - John Price đ
Articles of clothing thrown around with a single care, bedsheets ruffled losing its perfection as the four walls welcomed the smell of sex and the echoing of breathy moans and the slapping of skin.
You hold onto Johnâs shoulders, your eyes committing his face to memory, keeping you company on nights when John is long gone with no contact. Keeping you warm on the night, you find yourself knuckles deep in your sopping cunt and curses spill out of your lips with no release written on your kismet without him.
You shouldnât be attached to him. For fucks sake, he was the idiotic, rowdy boy from your childhood that you happened to run into during his time off deployment. And every now and then, you both find yourselves in bed, sweaty and begging for more from one another.
Right now, you lay in bed as John pushes you further into the mattress as he ruts into your pussy, red and raw. Voice broken, you croak out a few half-hearted protests at his thrusts. Nails scratch down his chest leaving a red tinge behind accompanied by pitiful fistful hits only fueling his ego.Â
âCome on, Birdie. Keep up.â John grunts while you keen under him in the delight he provides you.Â
Flowery moans escape your kiss-bitten lips, glossy with spit and tinted with lust. Back arched, giving John better access to your hips, holding them tight as he slams into you like a man starved of a woman. Not a moment later, your orgasm chases you, the pit of your stomach coiling, ragged gasps leave you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you bring him close to you, flushed at the hip. Johnâs weight is on top of you as he grabs a fistful of his hair tugging as he cum deep in your used cunt, filling you up, making sure that your body is moulded to him and him alone.Â
You sob into his chest in blissful ecstasy, Johnâs face buried in the crook of your neck inhaling the scent on your sweat covered skin mixed with his own musk. Cooing in your ear, he pulls out and lays beside you rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head as you come down from your high.
âThereâs my pretty girl. Did so good, yeah? Yeah, you did my sweet petal.â
That night felt different. The night was longer, the air was sweeter and the moon seemed brighter, seeping through the balcony window, leaving a soft hue casted over the bedroom. Nuzzling into your side, you bask in the warmth that radiates off him and onto you. John senses your need for warmth and touch, he wraps an arm around your shoulder bringing you even closer before pulling the blanket up to your chin. Chuckling as you nuzzle closer to him and deeper into the sheet, he places a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose, sighing softly as she relishes in the comfortable silence you find yourselves in.Â
âYou know, birdieâŚâ John starts off, voice scruffy and heavy with sleep as you hum in reply.Â
âIâve realised that Iâve gotten used to you, Used to your touch and voice. Your sweet voice is like a bloody siren that keeps telling me to share a bed with you⌠Not to mention your laugh- music to my ears, dollface.âÂ
John sighs softly, rubbing his hand over his face to calm his nerves.Â
âWhat Iâm trying to say is thatâŚbloody hell, why is this so hard? What- what Iâm tryna say is that I love ya. There. There I said it, ya happy?âÂ
John says, turning his face to the side to see yours.Â
Only to be met with your once eager, glossed over eyes to be closed, your lips parted as your snore softly, cheeks still flushed from the aftermath.Â
John chuckles softly, humoured by your lack of response due to being lulled by tiredness. He kisses the top of your head once.Â
âGuess Iâll have to ask ya in the morning, sweetheart.â
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Jujutsu Kaisen materialist
𪡠Gojo Satoru
Short txt
Gojo your new hope
Ice skater reader & hockey player Gojo
Dad Gojo
Sugar baby Gojo
Reincarnation
One Shots
Happy Birthday my love
Dancing in the moon [nsfw]
â°â⤠â You were the crown princess of the kingdom and he was your knight. What would you do with those feelings you both had.â
tags: angst, royalty, fluff, +18, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f), no use of y/n, character death no happy ending
Let me be the strong one
The prophecy
â°â⤠â Gojo Satoru knew he was the strongest, he perfectly knew. But that didnât mean he didnât cry and that night while everyone still preparing to fight Sukuna, he cried. He cried because he felt completely alone and only seen as a weapon. â
tags: angst, canon universe, manga spoilers, Gojo centric, lyrics, fluff, mutual feeling, no use of y/n, Gojo thinks reader hates him, open up for a second part.
Sweet boy [nsfw]
â°â⤠â You refused to spend your 33rd birthday alone after having been divorced for 4 months and who would have told you that going to a bar to spend your 33rd birthday would make you meet an attractive 25-year-old young man? â
tags: p in the v, older woman x younger man, sub Gojo, sugar baby Gojo, sugar mommy reader, smut, oral sex (f), ridding, age difference
You are my dad - Gojo & Megumi
â°â⤠â Megumi finally finds the courage to tell Gojo how he views himâ
tags: canon fix it, spoilers chapter 268, Megumi centric & pov, dadjo, Gojo and Megumi father-son dynamic, angst a bit, happy ending, everyone lives
loml
â°â⤠â You read the last letter Satoru left behind, where he expressed all his love and the wishes he had.â
tags: heavy angst, character death, manga spoilers, canon universe, no happy ending
Series
Birdie
â°â⤠â While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.
Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you. â
tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug
status: on going
But daddy I love him [nsfw] (mini serie)
â°â⤠â If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair. â
tags: +18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n.
status: completed
đ Geto Suguru
One shots
I love you, itâs ruining my life
â°â⤠â You stood besides Geto for over a decade but despite loving him so much, it was ruining your life. â
Series
The forgotten boy
â°â⤠â He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity
Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.
"You remember me?"
You nodded. âOf course I do.â You smiled. âYou have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.ââ
tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood [more tags in the future]
đ Iori Utahime
One shots
I told you so [nsfw]
â°â⤠â You and Utahime had a fleeting love affair when you were young, but tired of Utahime not being brave enough to admit your love or show it in public, you decided to leave. 10 years later you meet again and seeing her again only confirms that you are still in love with her. â
tags: +18, angst, explicit smut content, oral sex, scissoring, mentions of gojohime(?), mentions of arranged marriages, mentions of satosugu, happy ending, no use of y/n, all characters are in their late 20s early 30s
A fairy song [nsfw]
â°â⤠â On one of your hunting days, a melodious voice guides you through the forest until you come across the beautiful presence of a fairy with big hazel eyes and black hair. â
tags: +18, angst, injuries, Utahime is a fairy, reader is a human, scars, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, oral sex (f), cuddles, nipple play
đŻđśItafushi
When the cherry blossoms bloom
â°â⤠â Tsumiki once told Megumi that if he was able to catch a cherry blossom petal he could make a wish and it would come true.
âPlease wake up ItadoriâŚâ He said against his closed fist. âCome back to meâŚâ â
tags: Megumi centric fic, fluff Itafushi, post canon, canon fix, manga spoilers, Gojo-Megumi father son duo, everyone lives (except tsumiki Iâm so sorry princess), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, two teens starting to fall in love with each other
#materialist#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojou satoru x you#gojou satoru x reader#satoru gojo x you#getou suguru x y/n#getou suguru x you#getou suguru x reader
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day seventeen of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober:
handcuffs/blindfolds/flogging/biting and marking (stolitz x reader)
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âThe game is simple,â you tell Stolas in a playful, taunting tone as you circle him slowly.
The prince stiffens slightly as you let the spade of your tail skim across his shoulder blades, a shiver ruffling his feathers. The owl is sitting on a small round ottoman in the middle of his chambers, hands cuffed neatly behind his back and a jewel-toned sash tied around all four of his eyes.
âYouâre going to sit there, nice and pretty⌠and Blitz and I are going to touch you.â you explain, still moving around him slowly. âYour job, your highness, is to guess which one of us is the one doing it.â
âGet it rightâŚâ you lean in and run your fingers teasingly through his chest feathers, smiling when the prince hoots softly in response. âAnd you get rewarded. Get it wrongâŚâ
You let the threat hang in the air, and Blitzø lets out a low, appreciative whistle from where heâs leaning against the bookshelves.
âWell, damn, tits. I should let you plan shit more often.â
You grin at him, winking before turning back to the Goetian prince. âHow does that sound, Stolas? Think you can handle that?â
âOh, fuck yes,â he practically moans, nodding eagerly. âI canât wait to feel your hot little imp hands all over myââ
âSlow your roll, birdie-boy,â Blitzø interjects, straightening and stalking across the room towards the two of you. âLetâs see just how good you are at this before you start gushinâ about how good it feels.â
He grabs a fistful of feathers at the back of Stolasâ head and jerks it back, teasing his fangs over the side of his throat. Stolas hoots happily in response. âWe ainât gonna take it easy on you.â
âPlease donât.â
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âThatâthat was Bl-Blitzy,â Stolas chokes out breathlessly, and the imp in question smirks at you over Stolasâ shoulder as you withdraw your hand from where youâd grazed your claws over the princeâs feathered hip. His body is now littered with ruffled feathers, damp with saliva and the hint of blood. Theyâd heal quick, but right now you could enjoy the look of his perfect silver form marked up by you and Blitzø.
âAnd here I fuckinâ thought ya knew me, Stols,â Blitzø taunts, and the prince gasps as he feels the bite of the supple leather of the flogger Blitzø is holding across the small of his back. The sound turns to a low moan, his body stiffening and relaxing at the sharp sensation. âIâm a little fuckinâ hurt here.â
âOoh, maybe you should apologize, Stolas,â you suggest as the two of you make your way around him, smoothing the spade of your tail over the spot Blitzø hit soothingly. Stolas shivers at the sensation, and whimpers when you drape yourself against his back and turn his head to capture him in a kiss. Stolas kisses you back eagerly, his tongue sliding into your mouth for a moment before you pull away. âIâd hate for âBlitzyâ to feel unappreciated, wouldnât you?â
âEat a dick, tits,â Blitzø shoots back despite his apparent arousal, flipping you off. You knew full well Stolas was the only one heâd accept that particular pet name from, and you pouted playfully back at him just as Stolas began apologizing profusely.
Blitzø responds by snapping the flogger over Stolasâ thighs, and the prince keens at the feeling of it. âYou wanna make it up to me, bitch, you gotta do better than that.â
âDonât tease him, Blitz,â you admonish teasingly, reaching around to slide your fingers up between Stolasâ thighs to tease against his cloaca. âHeâs such a good boy, after all.â
âOh!â Stolas sits bolt upright, and you can see the faint red glow of his eyes behind the sash as he blinks at the sudden sensation. âOh, my⌠Yes!â
You giggle despite yourself, and Blitzø takes the look you give him to lean in on Stolasâ other side, speaking in the princeâs ear. âWanna take a gamble on which one of us has got their fingers buried in your hot little bird-puss right now, Stols?â
Stolasâ fumbles for an answer for a moment and Blitzø takes the opportunity to bury his teeth in Stolasâ shoulder. Stolas moans aloud, and you feel his body tense and relax again, cum gushing over your hand and soaking the feathers of his inner thighs.
âWeâre waitinâ on an answer, Stols,â Blitzø reminds him with a blood-stained grin, trailing the flogger promisingly against his thigh. He smirks, wrapping his other hand around the back of your neck and pulling you into a kiss in front of the princeâs face. He kisses you almost obnoxiously, but you know the sound is for Stolasâ benefit, but thatâs not what makes you moan into Blitzøâs mouth.
Dear fuck, this imp can kiss.
Stolas whines as you withdraw your hand from between his thighs, and Blitzø smirks as you bring your hand up to his mouth. The imp holds you gaze as he wraps his tongue around your fingers and draws them into his mouth to suck them clean.
âHereâs an idea,â you say, your voice coming a little breathless with the way Blitzøâs tongue feels on your fingers. He grins around them, wrapping an arm around your waist and squeezing your ass. ââŚOne more turn of this⌠one more chance for you to guess right, Stolas.â
âO-only one?â the prince asks.
âMm-hm.â you nod, reaching down to press your hand against the bulge in Blitzøâs pants. He groans, leaning in to kiss your throat hungrily.
âOh, this is just cruel,â Stolas whines at the sounds Blitzø is making as you squeeze his erection, unzipping his pants. The imp exhales a curse as you wrap your hands around his cock and pump it slowly.
âAinât it just?â you smirk, eyes rolling back for a moment when Blitzøâs teeth graze against your collarbone. He winds his tail around your calf, pressing his thigh up between your legs. âNow, hereâs the proposal, your highnessâŚâ
âOne more chance to guess right.â you tell the two of them. Blitzø is only half listening, his attention on your throat. âOne more chance. Get it right, and Blitz here will finally slide that thick cock of his into your wet cunt. Get it wrongâŚâ
You reach out to trail your fingers through the feathers of his cheek, and Stolas leans into the touch eagerly.
ââŚAnd you have to sit here and watch while he fucks me.â
Blitzø snickers. âFuck, youâre evil. So fuckinâ hot.â
You grin, squeezing the base of his cock before turning your attention back to Stolas.
âDeal?â
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BUCKY BARNES AS A GIRL DAD - a drabble
Everyone stop what you're doing and imagine Bucky Barnes as a girl dad.
When you first tell him that you're pregnant he's shocked because of all the experiments HYDRA did on him he thought he couldn't have kids
Then he's shocked because he realizes he's going to be a dad. He. A killer, the man who killed thousands of people.
He's terrified by the thought of not being a good dad so you have to convince him he's going to be a great dad because he's not the winter soldier anymore, he's just Bucky. The love of your life.
Starts studying pregnancy books like he has an exam on them. believe me when I say that this man could have a degree by the end of the nine months.
Baby Shower. He really didn't care if the baby in your belly was a boy or a girl but when he saw the pink cream inside the cake he felt his heart skip a beat. A little girl, oh how much he hoped for her to look just like you.
Built the nursery from scratch, painted it al pink with little stars on the ceiling.
I think he would like the name Estelle and if you'd agree that would be the little girl's name.
When you go into labour this man freaks out, he has seen lots of things in his life but seeing you in pain while giving birth made him feel guilty for putting a baby in you.
When he holds her for the first time he's scared to hurt her, maybe his metallic arm is too hard for her little head to rest on? Is his metallic hand too cold on her little face?
He's completely smitten by her, she's not even two days old when she has him wrapped around her little chubby fingers.
When he noticed that she has his blue eyes he was on the verge of crying.
How could a monster like him make such a perfect little angel?
As soon as Estelle starts babbling he has his phone out to record everything. He just wants to remember those little moments forever.
When she starts walking and can actually play he spends his days playing with her: with a ball, with dolls, with the toy kitchen, with her on his shoulders.
When Estelle says 'Dada' for the first time this man is in tears repeating 'my baby girl called me dada, I'm her dada..."
Once she can talk she gives nicknames to everyone, Steve is Uncle Cap, Sam is Uncle Birdie, Tony is Uncle Iron, Natasha is Aunt red (because of her hair).
Bucky totally plays princess tea party with her, in a tutu and with a full face of toy make up.
"Uncle Cap and Uncle Birdie, come play tea with me and Daddy!" Estelle would say.
Steve would agree immediately while Sam needed an harsh look from Bucky.
First day of kindergarten? Estelle is happily going inside the new classroom, happy to make new friends while Bucky is in tears.
"She didn't give me a goodbye kiss..."
She wants to take dance lessons? They're paid.
She wants to swim? He's already on his way to buy a swimsuit.
Bucky would let her choose the sport she wants but she has to take self defense lessons too, maybe taught by Natasha.
The first boy that breaks her heart has a broken arm and probably some trauma. (I'm joking...am I?)
Estelle is pretty free to go out but she has to tell him in advance just to let him know.
When she leaves for college he helps her move out and tells her to kick a boy between the legs if they treat her bad. Or simply give a call to him and he would run to her.
Probably with Steve right behind him.
Damn this was long, sorry but I love soft Bucky, my man deceivers happiness after everything he went through :(
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