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onetoomanyfandomfixations · 1 year ago

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Jealous Ex!Katsuki x Fem!Reader

A/N: this is totally not based off of how i wish my ex acted when i had a creep hitting on me ha.

MDNI - SMUT BELOW CUT.

WARNINGS: ANGST/COMFORT, SLEAZY CREEP, HURT, UNPROTECTED SEX, RECONCILIATION SEX, DRUNK SEX

It’s been six months. And I’m one drink down for every month since he left me. So I really shouldn’t feel as sick as I do when a random wraps their arm around my waist.

He tugs me into his scrawny, shirtless figure and my stomach lurches.

Everything smells of stale cigarette smoke.

This is wrong.

Gently I push the stranger off, wandering back towards the bar. A tired smile from the bartender greets me.

“Hi lovely,” I smile, jumping up on the barstool.

“What can I do for you babes?” The small person hums, mousy hair flopping across their face.

“Can you make me another one of those yummy cocktails? Y’know, the one with the fireball and the-” I start, leaning inwards.

“The one that tastes like autumn?” They finish, a knowing smile.

“Yes!” I can feel my head slosh as I nod. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought.

Unwanted arms twist around my waist yet again.

“Hey pretty,” Unkempt long hair tickles my shoulder. Hot breath on my neck.

“I’m gonna go back to dancing,” I excuse myself, untangling us. Clutching my drink, I weave in and out of the crowd. The warmth is more uncomfortable than it was before, sticky and clammy.

A pain in my shoulder, my drink wasted on myself and the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I start, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“Hey, watch where you’re-” A voice, so familiar it hurts. Low, and consistently gravelly.

“y/n.” Shock changes his tone. Aggression turns soft. My heart squeezes.

Six months.

Six months and I’m still so undeniably in love with Bakugou Katsuki it hurts me.

“Hi,” I mumble, eyes trained on my hands.

He clears his throat and my eyes can’t help but follow the noise.

Rubies.

I always said his eyes were rubies.

Not the blood of his enemies, like Kaminari so often joked.

Rubies.

Warmth and pain mixes inside of me, and I find myself biting my tongue.

I love you.

It would be so easy to say.

“Aww did you spill ya drink pretty? ‘S okay, I’ll get you another one.” Cigarette overtakes my smell and I do everything not to gag.

“Um, I’m actually gonna head home.” Shaking the man off yet again, I go to turn around.

“Ooh, ready for some fun are we? Lead the way, beautiful.” Hands around my waist, and my throat closes.

“No.” I shake my head, squirming out of his arms yet again.

“Aww, but baby” His arms are tighter this time, face nuzzled into my neck.

“Oi, she told you to fuck off.” Katsuki steps forward, and I go to turn my head.

“Ha, you’re just jealous that I’m gonna get somma this tonight.” Wet warmth trails up my neck and I cringe away.

Stifling hold is suddenly tugged away.

“She’s not interested, dickhead. Now fuck off before I make you.” Katsuki’s voice is grim, fearless. All I can focus on is wiping the saliva off my neck.

“Fuckin fine. She’s not that cute anyway.” I hear a huff becoming more and more distant.

Another arm. New, but old; drapes across my shoulders.

“Gonna walk you home to make sure no more creeps try’nd attack you.” Katsuki mumbles, gently guiding me through the crowd.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

The outside air is cold, drawing me closer to the man’s core heat. Small sparks on my shoulder act as a radiator.

The walk is quiet, and my head swims too much to understand if its comfortable or uncomfortable.

Only when we reach my apartment, does his warm arm leave me.

As if it’s muscle memory, he lifts up the pot plant; grabbing the spare key and letting us in. Kicking off my shoes, I wander towards the next best warmth I can get.

My bed is cushy, a welcome comfort.

Katsuki enters not too long after, water and toast in hand.

“You need to eat before you sleep,” He says, plopping down next to me.

Rubies, full of warmth.

“Why are you being so nice?” I mumble, eyes stinging.

I miss this. I miss him.

“Cause I fucked up,” He whispers.

“What did you do this time, Bakugou?” I sigh, picking up the glass.

“I hurt someone because I didn’t want them to hurt me first.”

My heart hitches.

“But then I realised that all I did was hurt both of us, for no goddamn reason.” The water splashes against the sides of the glass as I tremble uncontrollably.

“She won’t even say my name anymore.” The grief is heavy in his voice, breaking it gently. And I can’t hold back my tears.

“You said you didn’t love me anymore,” My voice warbles past the lump in my throat.

“I knew you could do better,” He mumbles, picking at the duvet he helped me choose.

“I don’t want better!” I cry, gripping the glass.

“I want you.” Glancing over, I can’t help but stare.

Bakugo Katsuki does not cry.

Yet diamonds fall from rubies.

“Then be mine again. Please.” He whispers, voice catching.

And all I can do is nod.

Coolness of glass leaves my hands. Warmth cradles my cheeks.

“Thank you baby,” His lips meet mine, and I’m home.

Home tastes like cheap cola from the bar.

Home is our teeth clashing as we smile through tears and kisses.

Home is my fingers twisting through staticy blond.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his jaw.

“Missed you more.” Strong arms pull me effortlessly into his lap. His hands stay on my hips, tracing gentle circles.

“Lemme show you how much I missed you.” Katsuki asks, tugging me impossibly closer. Kisses tickle down my neck, and my entire body floods with adoration.

“Please,” I nuzzle into his hair, savouring the closeness. I jerk my neck away as he gently bites exactly where he knows I hate.

“Katsuki,” I whine, shoving his face away. A warm chuckle reverberates through his chest. The sound is contagious, making bubbles in my chest.

“You’re an ass,” I bite back my smile, gentling pushing him further.

“Yeah, but I’m your ass.” He mumbles, pulling me back in. Arms push me down, feeling him grow beneath me.

My body clenches excitedly, as familiar hands start tracing up my stomach.

“Take this stupid thing off,” His voice vibrates against my neck, as he tugs at the hem of my top.

“Hm,” I muse loudly, deciding to have some fun. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You little shit,” He growls fondly, pushing the top up as his hands wander further. A gentle squeeze to my breasts is all I need to continue my attack on his jaw.

“But I’m your little shit,” I mock inbetween kisses. I feel his jaw clench beneath my touch.

“Alright, thats it.” He huffs, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Suddenly, I’m off his lap; the bed bouncing at my sudden shift in weight. The bubbles in my chest build until they burst into a fit of giggles.

“There’s my pretty woman,” Katsuki smiles, eyes soft. Gently, he fully removes my top. And then his own.

The warmth of skin on skin is a comfort I’ve missed oh so much.

Obviously, Katsuki missed it just as much; face disappearing into the valley between my breasts.

Soft kisses leave pins and needles, and I reach for his hand. In an instant, our fingers are interlocked.

Like he never left.

I revel in the moment, using my free hand to trace patterns on his shoulders.

Small sparks greet my skin as his other hand massages my thigh. I feel myself dampen at the closeness - leaning into his touch.

“You sure you want this pretty woman? You’re still tipsy,” Its so odd, hearing such soft words from such a hardened, aggressive man.

“Please, Kats” I breathe, moving my hand to his hair. A hum of agreement, and his loving assault continues.

I keep tracing patterns, unintentionally digging down as his hands get close to where I want them - no - need them to be.

A ghost of a touch, and I’m pushing myself up to meet him.

“Missed me that bad, did we?” He scoffs in amusement, fingers circling my clothed clit.

“Like you’re one to talk,” I mumble, cheeks heating. Softly grinding on me, my breath hitches.

“Sorry baby, but I’m not waiting anymore,” He whispers, pulling my panties off; his boxers following suit.

Rubies bore into me, sparkling with adoration.

And suddenly, pain and pleasure all in one.

“C’mon, you’re okay. You can take it.” Katsuki praises as he thrusts in. I blink through watery eyes, nodding.

The movement is slow at first, just until the pain falls away.

Then, its relentless.

The sound of skin on skin echoes through my small apartment, going at an unholy speed. My toes scrunch as I’m sent into ecstasy.

“See how much I missed you?” Hands grasp my hair, moving my head to the side to leave kiss after kiss.

“See how much I love you?” He grunts into my neck, suckling right near my jaw. Words fail, leaving me only able to whimper in response.

“Yeah that’s right,” He whispers to me, fastening his pace. More whines bubble past my lips.

“Love you so much, never gonna leave again, you hear that?” His words a near hiss, nipping my neck gently.

“Kats, kats, please,” I beg, gripping onto him for dear life. My stomach coils, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages, pushing deeper, faster.

I break, legs spasming as I gush.

But Kastuki doesn’t stop.

Instead, he pushes my ankles up near my ears - keeping his relentless pace. Tears spill over my cheeks at the overstimulation.

“Just a little longer, okay?” He promises, hot breath painting my thighs. I nod frantically, practically melting into the bed.

But the coil tightens again, and I can’t help but squirm.

“Come on, together this time. Where do you want me?” Katsuki asks, somehow pumping harder.

“Inside,” I croak through tears. It’s too much.

An eyebrow raises.

“You wan’t me to make you a mama, that it?” He huffs, beads of crystalline sweat coating his brow.

“Mhm,” I whine, clenching at the thought.

“Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, burying himself into me.

Warmth floods me, and my blond lover collapses ontop of me.

“Love you so much, Katsuki,” I whisper, tangling my hands through his hair. I press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Love you more, dumbass.” He sighs, kissing wherever he can reach.

-BONUS-

“I guess this means you’re reinvited to Tsu and ‘Chako’s wedding.” I hum, scratching his head.

“The fuck you mean ‘reinvited’?” Katsuki snarls sleepily, nuzzling into my neck.

“Honey, you were my plus one. You never got your own invite,” I gently remind him, amusement tickling my insides.

“What cunts.” He grumbles, pulling me close.

“Katsuki!”

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sirazaroff · 1 year ago

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Any headcanons or AU style things with Weiss

Hey friend~

Weiss is one of my fav lil goobers, but I realize I haven’t really sat down and thought much about her character. My brain just turns off when I see her it's just 'mm yes is Weiss :)'

Anyways, I gave it a go. If there’s anything specific you’d like to know (shipping/character relationships/her take on canon events) just ask me further. Enjoy my ramblings:

The eyelid of Weiss’ scarred eye is damaged, permanently drooping

She’s the queen of puppy dog eyes

I like to think she takes after Willow a lot. There’s a lot of shared personality, characteristics, even looks between them. She’s a mama’s girl and Willow’s ‘favorite’

Weiss is forever cold, always liking to bundle up in some aspect. If anyone warm is around, you can usually find her snuggled up with them

I'll ship Weiss with a lot of the main gorlies. Big fan of polypiles

I feel like she wears red because of her grandfather, keeping his colors around as a reminder, but eventually she also associates the color with Ruby. Seeing her as a leader and partner to look up to and rely on

She is so easy to read. There is no hiding how she’s feeling

I like to think she hates wearing heels, but damn if she wont continue just to keep the slight height she can afford

She likes to pet Blake and Vel's ears sometimes. Soft, warm, it's chill. (This comes from the anthology manga)

The sexual tensions between her and Coco sets off geiger counters

She will steal other’s clothes, having at least one item from just about everyone she’s on good terms with

There’s a response Miles gave about how her kebob incident with Cinder played a large role in shaping her current personality, and I totally agree with it. Escaping death def changes a person

Expanding on that, I also think Weiss is now rather anxious/paranoid about Cinder the way she keeps being targeted by her. Sudden fire startles her and Weiss refuses to split off on her own if on missions or anything open like that

Weiss eventually surpasses Yang in humor but it's cause of her dry wit, never the puns

Post Atlas, her and Winter are on more equal terms. Her sister's been knocked down the pedestal some in her eyes, but she still holds respect for her all the same. She can just act more casual with her like she does with team rwby

Weiss knows a lot of 'cultured' skills because of her privileged upbringing such as chess, orchestral instruments, dancing, sports like tennis and badminton, even cooking, but the one thing she could never manage was baking and it haunts her cause all she wants to do is make a yummy batch of cookies for Ruby 🍪

Weiss prefers coffee as her hot drink of choice, but she makes attempts to drink Blake's favorite teas so they can bond over that

#fooze #kinglewis125 #rwby #rwby fanart #weiss schnee #rwby weiss #yeah there's other characters but I dont feel like tagging them #id love to explore more. again I havent made it past v7 so im sure I could do more or even change some views if I catch with the story #so yeah feel free to ask anything specific and I'll try and answer that too if youre curious #and this is for anyone else too like if any of y'all be wondering my take on something just ask #the bird btw is a doodle of dummybirdnero. it’s not a hc don’t read into it lol

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ohmynabiii · 22 days ago

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𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 ; 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"Hyunjin’s fingers are stained with the fruit’s nectar, slick and glistening as he reaches into the pomegranate once more, breaking apart the seeds with a sensual precision. Each movement is a slow, deliberate seduction, his eyes never wavering from yours, their heat burning through the space between you. His body gleams under the faint light, every ripple of muscle accentuated by the juice now dripping from his lips and down his chest, tracing the sculpted lines of his collarbone, pooling in the hollow of his navel before falling lower still."

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𝐜𝐰 : sexual undertones, nudity (pretty much), love bites, kissing, teasing, sitoph1lia

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : romance, sensual as hell, smut MDNI

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.8k

𝐚𝐧: WOWIE this one is a tad bit obscure, but it was so much fun, and imagining this was so yummy (pun intended)

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Hyunjin kneels between your thighs like a living deity, sculpted in marble and shadow, his presence radiating a magnetic, almost reverential energy. His body, adorned only by the whisper of black briefs clinging to his hips, is a landscape of taut, sinewy muscle that gleams under the dim light, every inch of him drawn in delicate, unapologetic curves. He exists as both a masterpiece and a sinner in this moment—a temple of flesh and desire, poised at the altar of your body. His breath, soft yet deliberate, dances across your skin, your thighs, mingling with the ripe sweetness of the pomegranate he holds in his hands, its rough skin a stark contrast to the elegance with which he moves.

His gaze, dark and smoldering, remains locked with yours, threading you to him, pulling you deeper into the magnetic allure that pulses between your open legs. With an almost ceremonial slowness, he pierces the pomegranate’s skin, and it splits apart with a sound so intimate it reverberates in your chest. The fruit yields to him, its ruby seeds exposed like precious secrets, and he cradles it in his stained fingers as though this act is sacred, as though the very essence of pleasure lies within the ripeness of this forbidden fruit.

Without tearing his eyes from yours, he dips his slender fingers into the pomegranate’s heart, pulling free a cluster of the glistening seeds. They shimmer in the light, like droplets of blood on his pale skin, each one swollen with promise. His lips part slowly, deliberately, as he brings the seeds to his mouth. The sound of him biting into them is quiet yet decadent, a soft, wet crack that stirs something primal inside you, like the first taste of temptation. His tongue slides out to catch the juice that spills from the corners of his mouth, and you are undone by the slow sweep of it, the way it drags languorously along his lips, painting them a deep, sensual red.

The juice drips from his chin, tracing an irresistible path down the curve of his neck and onto his chest, where it spills like liquid sin over his skin. It carves rivulets down his body, slow and unhurried, like the unspoken promises that hang heavy in the air. The crimson stains bloom on his flesh, anointed with the pomegranate’s essence, marking him as something both otherworldly and utterly, achingly human. Your breath hitches, chest tightening with the insistent thrum of desire that knots itself low in your belly, as if your very soul recognizes the gravity of this moment.

Hyunjin’s fingers are stained with the fruit’s nectar, slick and glistening as he reaches into the pomegranate once more, breaking apart the seeds with a sensual precision. Each movement is a slow, deliberate seduction, his eyes never wavering from yours, their heat burning through the space between you. His body gleams under the faint light, every ripple of muscle accentuated by the juice now dripping from his lips and down his chest, tracing the sculpted lines of his collarbone, pooling in the hollow of his navel before falling lower still.

The act of watching him is both a torture and a gift, your pulse racing in tandem with his deliberate rhythm, as though the air between you thickens, vibrating with tension, drawing you deeper into his orbit. The sensuality of him kneeling between your legs—his body positioned so close, yet just beyond your grasp—is almost unbearable, a dance of desire that lingers just out of reach, teasing the very edges of your self-control. Your thighs tremble as he remains there, his hands slick with juice, his fingers a dark red testament to the feast he is indulging in.

He leans forward ever so slightly, his breath warm and intoxicating. You can feel the heat radiating from him, a tantalizing presence that makes your skin tingle, every nerve alive with anticipation. His swollen lips glisten with the fruit’s juice, his mouth so close yet achingly far, and when his tongue flicks out once more to lap up the last remnants of sweetness, you feel yourself unravel in a way that is both exquisite and torturous.

He drags the back of his hand across his jaw, smearing the juice into his skin like a painter swiping pigment across a canvas. His hand, now slick and sticky, glides down his chest, following the path of the juice, tracing the lines of his body with deliberate care. Each motion is slow, almost reverent, as though this act of indulgence is meant to break you down, to unravel you at the very seams of your composure.

Your breath stutters as his fingers slip lower, gathering the juice trailing down his abdomen and pooling at the waistband of his briefs, staining the dark fabric with wet streaks of red. The sight of it—the juice mingling with the heat of his body, the way his muscles tighten with each subtle movement—further awakens the ache that blossoms deep and insistent in your core. You want to reach out, to feel the slickness of his skin beneath your fingers, to drag your hand down the paths the juice has traced, to claim him in a way that mirrors the hunger in his eyes.

His lips, now a deep crimson, curve into the faintest, knowing smile, a subtle acknowledgment of the effect he is having on you, as if he can sense the way your body responds to him—quivering, aching, desperate. He reaches out until his dripping hand hovers just above your skin, before finally descending with a feather-light touch to your bare abdomen.

The cool slickness of the juice meets your skin, and it feels like the brush of silk over fire. His fingers move with agonizing slowness, tracing languid patterns across your belly, smearing the crimson juice in fluid strokes. It feels almost ritualistic, as if he’s anointing you with the very essence of desire, marking you as his in a silent act of reverence. The contrast between the warmth of his hand and the coolness of the juice sends a tremor racing through your body, your breath catching in your throat, every nerve lit with a quiet, searing intensity.

His fingers glide over you in a teasing dance, never lingering long enough to satisfy, but just enough to make your skin hum with anticipation. The sweet tang of pomegranate fills the space between you, mingling with the heat of his breath that ghosts over your skin as he leans closer, his touch poetry in motion—each stroke a line written in the language of longing, every movement a verse dedicated to the slow unraveling of your composure.

Your body arches instinctively into his touch, the ache for more coiling low in your belly, and you feel yourself teetering on the precipice of surrender. The slickness of his fingers as they move over you, combined with the deliberate slowness of his ministrations, makes the tension between you nearly unbearable. He paints you with the juice of the pomegranate, marking you in hues of desire, every stroke of his hand deepening the ache that simmers beneath your skin. The red trails he leaves behind glow in the low light, a testament to the intimacy unfolding between you, a visual echo of the quiet, wordless exchange that has passed between your bodies.

His gaze never wavers from yours, the intensity of it sending shivers down your spine. It's as if he’s memorizing every inch of your response, savoring the way your body moves beneath his touch, the way your breath hitches with every languid stroke of his fingers. He knows the power he holds over you, and in this moment, he wields it with exquisite control.

And then, slowly—achingly, torturously slowly—he leans in, weight shifting until you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, each exhale sending shivers down your spine as his lips hover just above the surface of your abdomen, close enough that you can feel the tantalizing heat radiating from them. Your body stills, every muscle tensing in anticipation, your heartbeat a wild, erratic drumbeat in your chest, and then finally, finally, his lips brush against you. The kiss is soft at first, the barest whisper of contact, until his mouth moves over your skin with a reverence that borders on worship, pressing soft, languid kisses along the path his fingers have drawn, following the trails of juice he left behind as if tasting his own handiwork.

Each kiss feels like a brand, searing you with the heat of his desire, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His tongue flicks out, catching a stray droplet of pomegranate juice that clings to your skin, and the sensation sends a shockwave of pleasure rippling through you. His kisses grow deeper, more insistent, as he moves slowly upward, his mouth mapping every inch of you with deliberate care, each press of his lips a promise unspoken.

And then, his fingers, still slick with juice, glide higher, teasing the edges of your ribs, drawing soft, languid circles as they climb, while his mouth hovers just above yours, the space between you charged with an almost unbearable tension. The taste of pomegranate lingers in the air, sweet and heady, mingling with the intoxicating warmth of his breath as he finally, achingly, presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is everything—slow and deep, filled with a hunger that simmers just beneath the surface, restrained yet full of promise. His lips are soft but firm, moving against yours in a dance of need and control, a silent plea for more, for everything. His tongue sweeps across your lower lip, tasting, teasing, before slipping past the barrier of your mouth, and the taste of him floods your senses—sweet, decadent, and utterly intoxicating. The world narrows to the feel of his mouth on yours, the heat of his body so close, the pulse of desire that thrums between you, building to a crescendo with every passing second.

His hand, still slick with the pomegranate’s nectar, rests on your abdomen, his fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns as the kiss deepens, becoming something more, something consuming. His other hand cups the back of your neck, drawing you closer as if he wants to drown in you, to lose himself in the taste and feel of you. His kiss is a slow, deliberate claim, a soft but insistent possession, and you surrender to it completely, until your body melts beneath the weight of his desire.

In this moment, you are his—your breath, your body, your soul—lost in the quiet, slow-burning poetry of his movements, the sensuality of his touch, the intoxicating allure of his mouth. You are utterly lost in him, the world narrowing to the heat of his body, the slow rhythm of his hands, and the unspoken promise in every stroke, every breath, every lingering press of his lips against yours.

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idkisaccmoon · 4 months ago

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I LOV THEM THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS!!!!

stickers :3

The Kaso one got a hair stuck in it 😭😭😭

And I used a Melany Martinez quote for the Ruby Sans one :))

#ruby cult #ruby is so yummy #ruby sans #he’s so yummy #so yummy #I LOVE THEM #YES #AHHHHHHHHHGGG #DELICIOUS #*EATS*#XD #X3 #XP #undertale multiverse #utmv #gemtale

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sadie-tucker · 7 months ago

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The Guy at the Bar

ex!Katsuki Bakugou and ex!Y/N

order: one boba milk tea and donut

Hey bestiesss this wonderful amazing soul @onetoomanyfandomfixations wrote a fanfic that I decided to write an SFW version! Sorry this fic took so long omg😭 lowkey copied but it doesn’t last long The NSFW version is over on their blog! (idk their pronouns so I just put they/them)

Warning: cursing and creepy guy

Six full months. Six fucking months since I left him.

I was one drink down for every month.

So I didn’t need to feel so sick when I felt someone’s arms around my waist.

“Hey there, pretty.” everything around him smelled of stale cigarette smoke and beer.

“No thanks.” you politely decline as you sip your drink. “Why not, sweet cheeks?” the man persisted.

“Don’t call me that.” that was what Katsuki used to call you when you two were dating. “Feisty one, aren’tcha?”

You politely and gently push him off of you and walk back to the bar.

“Hey, bartender.”

“What can I get ya?”

“You know the.. the yummy cocktail with.. y’know the fireball and stuff- and it-”

“It tastes like autumn?” the bartender said with a knowing smirk as he shook the cocktail shaker.

“Yeah, yeah!” As I nod, I feel my head slosh.

Ugh.. am I this drunk?

Arms snake around your waist yet again.

“Hey, beautiful.” his breath felt hot and uncomfortable.

“I- I’ll actually go back to dancing..” I wander over to the dance floor.

As you whisk around, trying to move around people, someone bumps into you, sloshing your drink around, and some getting on the poor guy.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” you quickly said and tried to get the drink off of his sleeve.

“Hey watch where you’re walking-” a voice. a voice so familiar it hurts. A voice that you didn’t want to hear in a time like this but at the same time you were longing for it.

“y/n?”

You look away painfully because if you know you do, you’ll fall back into love.

“look at me, y/n.” he whispered as he touched your chin gently and moved your face over to face his.

“it really is you.” he says with eyes wide.

rubies.

his eyes were rubies.

not the blood of his enemies that the Bakusquad joked about.

rubies.

beautiful, priceless rubies.

you pull away with a pained expression on your face and he’s left there.. with the same.

you couldn’t let him pull you back in.

“did’ya spill your drink, beautiful? ‘s okay~ I’ll buy ya another one. whaddya want? this is whatcha get for being a beauty.” you feel an arm drape over you, the pungent stale cigarette and beer smell never left the creep like cologne or some sort of.. aura around him.

“I already said get off’a me.” you were tired of it and you wanted to leave.

“Aww, but sweet cheeks..” his grip tightened.

Once I felt his grip, my stomach churned.

“um- I’m gonna go home, actually.” you pull away.

“hm~ okay, lead the way, princess.” his arm snakes around your waist

“get off’a her, loser.” you hear a familiar voice say. the same voice that you wanted to hear so bad but at the same time, you hated it.

“nah, you’re jus’ jealous I’m getting som’a this tonight.” the creep replied with a smirk. I feel a wet sensation trailing up my neck that made me cringe.

the blonde pulled him up by the collar as you worked on getting the saliva off of your neck.

“I swear to everyone in this bar, if you touch her one more time, I’ll drag you to Queens Boulevard from this bar and throw you onto oncoming traffic.”

“Katsuki!” you reprimand him like you used to. The blonde grunts and tosses him onto a chair.

A familiar arm drape over your shoulder

“Alright, Y/N. I’ll drive you home. Make sure no more creeps gon’a try’n attack you..” muttered Bakugou

“Katsuki, you really don’t-”

“Nope.” he insisted.

You walks home with him.

As soon as you left the bar, you felt the chilly autumn breeze that still somehow continued through the late hours of the night.

Katsuki held you closer to warm you and himself even though he’ll never admit it.

Once you reach the steps to your house, like clockwork, Katsuki lifts the plant pot and takes the spare key to open the door.

You walk in, kick off your shoes and finally, you walk over to the second warmest thing in your house, your bed.

You plunge into your bed’s soft covers and pull the blanket over you, ready to sleep.

You hear footsteps and a door opening.

You look up, and Katsuki brought you a glass of water and a granola bar.

“You gotta eat before you sleep.” he hands the food and water to me.

“Why are you being so nice? I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I said with a cold voice.

“I fucked up..” Katsuki says

“What did’ya do this time..”

“I hurt someone because I was afraid they would leave me, but we both just ended up getting hurt.”

My breath hitches.

Tears are teasing my eyes, waiting to fall.

Bakugou Katsuki never cries.

Or at least that’s what I thought.

Until I saw little diamonds trickling from rubies.

“I’m so fucking sorry, y/n..” his voice gets caught up in his throat

“It’s okay, Katsuki.. everything will be fine.” you reassured him like you always did.

“I’ve missed you, Kats..” your own diamonds fell from e/c eyes.

“Missed you too, teddy bear.” he pulls you into a hug.

Gentle, but strong.

“Y’know what I’ve missed most ‘bout ya?” Katsuki suddenly had a smirk on his face.

“What did you miss most?” you look up at him.

He rolls over and pins you to the bed.

“Your laugh.”

“No, Kats, don’t-”

Your protest gets cut off by fits of laughter bubbling out of you as Bakugou tickles you to no end.

“See? That’s what I fucking missed most.”

bonus:

after the tickling ended…

“Y’know another thing I missed?”

“What?”

“Your pussy.”

“Katsuki!! There’s people here! They just read what happened!” (pointing to reader)

“Oh shit.”

#tickle #lee!y/n #ler!Bakugou Katsuki #ler!Bakugou x lee!reader #ler!Bakugou x lee!y/n #lee!reader #mha fanfic #mha tickle fluff #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha fluff #mha #mha tickling #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #bnha

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oftlunarialmoon · 4 months ago

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Story Book Readings:

Little Rabbit's Bath - read by Meredith

Bluey - read by Meredith

Tangled - read by Riley

Rainbow Fish Finders Keepers - read by Riley

Tad and Dad - read by Grandma Lala

There’s A Hole in the Log on the Bottom of the Lake - read by Yer

THE DINOSAUR WHO DISCOVERED HAMBURGERS - read by Awnie

A BAD CASE OF STRIPES - read by Awnie

My Tiny Temper - read by Yer

Hamsters Make Terrible Room-mates - read by Miss Renee

Ruby the Copycat - read by Storytime Anytime

The Day the Crayons Quit - read by Storytime Anytime

THE PIGEON NEEDS A BATH - read by Mrs. K

Dragons Love Tacos - read by Buddy Son Storytime

BRAIDS! - read by Miss Sofie

Just Helping My Dad - read by Oceanhouse Media

Just Go to Bed - read by Oceanhouse Media

The Big Cheese - read by StoryTime OutLoud

What If You Had Animal Teeth - read by Miss B

The Food Group Series - read by Magical Little Minds

The Pigeon HAS to Go to School! - read by Reading Is

"Should I Share My Ice Cream?" presented by Reading Outside the Box

Should I Share My Ice Cream? - read by Sunshine Stories

The Fairies’ Birthday Surprise - read by Sunshine Stories

Sleeping Beauty - read by Sunshine Stories

"Maisy at the Farm" Storytime! - read by Clinton Public Library, Indiana

Slug in Love in GERMAN - read by LernenmitLilly

“Eat Your Peas” presented by Ah!Young Kids Cafe

I Just Forgot - read by Oceanhouse Media

I Was So Mad - read by Oceanhouse Media

Yummy Yucky - read by Sammy

Ten Tiny Babies - read by Sammy

IF YOU GIVE A PIG A PARTY - read by Miss Crystal

The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and THE BIG HUNGRY BEAR - read by

Underneath The Story Tree

We're Going on a Bear Hunt performed by Michael Rosen

The Bad Seed read by Booktopia Storytime

Celebrating Juneteenth 🇺🇸 Black History for Kids Read Aloud

Frederick’s Journey: The Life of Frederick Douglass | Black History for Kids

Books for Kids: HOW TO TRICK THE TOOTH FAIRY read aloud

Eraser By Anna Kang and Christopher Weyant I My Cozy Corner Storytime Read Aloud

Pink Is Not A Color By Lindsay Ward I My Cozy Corner Storytime Read Aloud

Worm Weather by Jean Taft

HEY, THAT'S MY MONSTER! by Amanda Noll and Howard McWilliam

Nickelodeon Rise of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles : Pizza Patrol

Nickelodeon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles : STAND TOGETHER!

Nickelodeon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles : Night of the T-MACHINES

Nickelodeon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles : Really Spaced Out!

Inside Out Emotion Book Read Aloud

Inside Out 2: Team Riley | Read Aloud Book

#agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog #agere blog

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germplush · 6 months ago

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trying Zero Sugar Monster Energy Ultra Fantasy Ruby Red with Kai.. so so yummy!!

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cherry-bomb-ships · 7 months ago

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Cold Five Guys half eaten burger for breakfast.....

#this shits gonna be so yummy i just know it #ruby rambles #real life nonsense

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sorrowsaint · 5 months ago

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alright. alright okay.

baron. i love you very dearly but possessing people isnt very nice. i think bee is scared for you... too much. i know cassandra and ankarna can be scary but ruvina and i both believe with our whole hearts that they dont want to hurt you. can you leave buddy alone? hes... been through enough i think.

- @sorrowsaint

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oh hello miss Lucy Frostblade :) I think my Paladin is just fine, and I think Buddy is going to be just fine :)

#you dont have to die to change #i dont want you to die. you have good in you as you are right now #but you are hurting people. thats scary baron.#im scared.#gods can change baron and youre a god #you... me and bee and rubie we can help you change #i do believe in you. i believe in your power to change. look at how much progress youve already made!#you made friends you baked yummy things you were nice to me and youre nice to bee and rubie #you can change you already have #youre so good. you are good. i can see it. and you made those changes on your own.#it feels mean i know it feels so bad for people to want you to change #but when you hurt people... people will hurt you. thats why i want you to change. just that.#i dont want you to die either. i love you dearly baron. thats why you cat keep possessing people.#because theyre warding you off now or theyre talking to you now but i...#even a girl is put down when she wont bark like the rest.#i love you too #dont go #please #I love you

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