#so fuckin proud of this one i can’t even lie

[crazymecjc]

a modern prometheus.

[socgf]

you really got me - chapter 1

dallas winston x curtis!oc

wc: 717

warnings: none

“christ. turn that shit off, will ya? it’s makin’ my ears bleed.”

the sound of my window creaking open makes my head snap over to the bruised up hoodlum climbing in, with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. he mumbles something about ‘those god-damned bushes’ cutting up his back on the way up, and i roll my eyes.

“dal. i thought we agreed you would knock beforehand?" i’m not mad at him, not really. his eyes scan over my baby pink nightgown as i lie on my stomach on my twin bed, kicking my feet up a bit. i’m spinning some beatles record over on my dresser that soda and pony like to call ‘soc music’, and he flops down unceremoniously onto my pillows, kicking off his muddy boots.

“now why would i do somethin’ like that?” he teases as he reaches over and slams my textbook shut, tossing it over to my nightstand.

i groan and turn over to face him. “what if i’m in the middle of changing? you ever think of that?”

“aw hell, if you think that’s gonna keep me away…” he gives me that damn crooked smirk and i scoff at him, dramatically enough, i hope, to mask the faint pink blush creeping onto my cheeks.

“so.. what happened to you?” i nod faintly at the bruise blooming on his jaw.

“nothin’ serious, rosie. shepard got his panties in a twist ‘cause he heard i said somethin ‘bout his baby sister.”

“jesus. what’d you say?”

“man, i ain’t said nothin’ but the truth.” he looked real proud of himself for that one.

“you really just ask to get your ass kicked sometimes.” i shake my head at him, as he settles in, laying back on my floral pillows while blowing his smoke in my direction just to piss me off.

“hey. i didn’t get my fuckin’ ass kicked. you should see the state he's in right now.” dally retorts harshly. he can sound real scary sometimes, when he feels like he needs to.

my eyes widen slightly. “darry’s right on the other side of the wall. stop yellin’.” it’s not like darry doesn’t know he sneaks in through my window, but it’s kind of become an ‘i don’t want to see it or hear it’ agreement between us. not that my protests would ever keep dally quiet and respectful.

“darrel will be fine.” he stands up and stops my record his damn self, turning to me with one of his wicked grins. “i missed ya, doll.”

i shake the comment off. “you’re getting dirt all over my sheets. and ash. y’know how much laundry i have to do ‘cause of you?”

“relax, rosie.” he drawls, shrugging off his brown leather jacket and pulling his wife beater over his head, before settling on my pillows again. i try not to notice how his muscles tense as he crosses his arms. “how’s the kid been? you know,” he chuckles, “i think he’s got a mean crush on that redhead broad. cherry, or somethin’.”

“cherry valance? he won’t stop talkin’ about her. he’s smitten.” i smile affectionately at him. that’s one leg up i’ve got on soda when it comes to pony, he always comes to me for girl advice.

“can’t blame him. a real looker, that one. but tough to crack. i offered to take her out for a coke, and she told me to go to hell, i dunno.”

yeah, i needed to get off this subject. “i thought you and sylvia were-”

“nah, man. not anymore. two-bit told me he saw her neckin’ peterson at the party last saturday. two-timing whore.” he rolls it off his tongue like the name itself is filthy.

“oh.” i wasn’t sure what to say to that, or how to feel. relieved, maybe, even if i didn’t want to admit it. “well, i’m sorry.” it comes out softer than intended.

he narrows his eyes, not one to ever like feeling pitied. “i ain’t bothered.”

“alright, dal.” the room is dead silent without my record playing. “…wanna get high?”

he just pats his side of my bed lazily, pulling out a joint from his pocket as i move over to him. close enough for his cheap cologne and kools smoke to take over my lungs, but not close enough to touch.

a.n. idk what he smokes ive been trying to figure it out lols i put marlboro lights first for some reason and then i googled it and they came out in 1971. idk voice ur opinions but kools feels right. also i keep stealing his lines from the movie laughs evily

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[noemilivv]

Ok so I saw you do husk which is amazing there is a lack of him which is so sad he's amazing

Anyway!, could you do a Husk x reader where they work at the bar with him? If not that's ok!

hi!! obv i can do that for you!! husk is by far my most requested character, although i feel bad cuz i do not think i do him justice haha, but either way, i’m glad to be the one to give a little push on husk content lol

Warnings: S1 spoilers, not proofread, don’t be mean about this one I’m very proud of this😭

Husk x Co-Worker!Reader

Headcanons

When Husk first started found out he had to share the bar with someone, to say he was thrilled was a lie, especially considering it was someone new to the hotel — so even if it was someone annoying, at least he’d be used to them, so he wasn’t sure what to expect from you

Turns out, you weren’t too bad, you weren’t shabby at your job, and you were a chill person, so ultimately, he didn’t mind

You two kinda became a therapist duo — if someone was at the bar, upset, while you were both working, you two took two sides of the job

He’d be more of the advice kinda guy and call them out if they fucked up, but on the other hand, you would encourage and validate their feelings but try to lightly put them down if they made a mistake

“Girl, trust me, everything you did is valid and understandable, and sure..you didn’t do everything right, but no one does! She needs to understand tha-” You started to go on to Vaggie as she finished her rant about her and Charlie, you continued to wipe down the counters as you spoke.

“That would be true, BUT she literally kept a secret from her that goes against everything she wants to fuckin’ accomplish.. Look, you fucked up, and she shoulda known sooner. But then again, she also can’t stay in there forever..” Husk said, as he moved to get a bottle, so he could pour Vaggie another drink.

Normally, you guys worked together, but you two also had quite a few shifts alone so the other could catch a break

Husk taught you pretty much everything you knew, but mainly Husk made drinks, and you cleaned up afterwards, but that tends to rotate

Soon enough, you guys closed the bar for a night, so you guys could have your own lil one-on-one yap sesh 🥰

[slamminslamminmcgill]

*me convincing you, like how a jester would entertain a king, into writing more boypussy insert fics about any hot dilf in your roster* “how is thou feeling now sire?!”

im feeling like i wanna get fucked in the ass so you’re getting joel and butt stuff have fun

warnings: anal, rimming, dp, ass to pussy (do not try this at home), toys, ass to mouth, poppers, daddy kink

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

joel miller is an absolute buttslut

HOWEVER

only as a top. he will take any chance he gets to take his partners ass: with his tongue as it’s slipping and sliding all up and down your dripping slit, with his thumb as he takes your cunt doggystyle, or even with his own cock busting you open for him

but he will never let you reciprocate. you can beg all you like,

“man, it’s not fair, this is bullshit. how come you can play with my ass but i can’t play with yours?”

“because i’m a top and you’re a needy little cocksocket.”

welp. can’t argue with that. the more you tease him about it, though, the more time he thinks it over. he doesn’t like rewarding brats, but eventually he gives.

“y’know what? fine. you got five minutes. make ‘em count, cause y’aint touchin’ my ass again.”

that turns out to be a lie bc uh oh surprise surprise it feels good

and from then on he loves it and will take the initiative.

you’ll be on your knees getting throatfucked by him and then he rips you off, spins around, and shoves your face in his ass with no warning. you try to push back bc you’re caught off guard, and he says,

“what? ain’t this whatcha wanted, boy? you’d been begging me all this time to lick my ass. well, now i’m givin’ it to ya. c’mon, whore. do your job. stick your tongue up my ass.”

you start licking, lapping at his rim like a dog, and he lets out a rich gravelly, rumbly moan from deep in his chest

“yeeaaahhh, that’s it… good boy… oh, you dirty fuckin’ bitch…”

pegging him is still a bridge too far for him. BUT i think he’ll let you try out beads/plugs on him. also fingering him during a blowjob will have him going crazy.

i know in my heart that this man is PACKING meat. DISRESPECTFULLY hung. which means getting him in your ass can be a bit of an ordeal. but, being the caring, attentive guy he is, he’ll take his sweet time prepping you. he works you open with his fingers (or maybe a plug) and lots of lube. you’re Very slippery once it’s go time. still, though, it’s gonna be tough to get him in.

he hands you a bottle of poppers and tells you,

“take as much as you need, pumpkin. it’ll help open you up for me.”

once you huff enough, he’ll ask, “ready?”. you nod, and he starts pushing in. you wince, naturally, but he’s there to talk you through it.

“i know. i know, baby. it’s okay. you can take it. you can take it… let daddy in, yeah, there you go… look at you, you’re takin’ it so good. daddy’s so proud of you, little guy.”

he’ll start slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling of him in your ass, and once you relax enough, maybe after a few more popper hits, he’ll really get going. he’ll spank you, shove a few fingers in your pussy for some dp action, the works.

sometimes just for shits and giggles, he’ll pull out, spin you around, slap your face with his cock, and say,

“clean your ass off my cock, slut.”

because he has to use a lot of lube on you, you’re VERY slippery. it’s entirely possible that he’ll slip into your pussy on accident. you yelp, and he stops immediately.

“shit. sorry, darlin’. should i-?”

you know it’s bad. you know better. but, fuck, your cunt is clinging to him, crying for some of the attention that your ass has been getting… fuck it.

“i-it’s fine! it’s fine, just-… just keep going, please!”

having been given the greenlight, he’ll just switch back and forth. one thrust in your pussy, then your ass, then your pussy, so on and so forth. it’s wrong. it’s nasty. you know you shouldn’t be doing it, but fuck, your head is swimming in pleasure, both holes a sloppy mess as you cum all over yourself over and over. whatever. you’ll just take some cranberry pills and hope tomorrow doesn’t bite you in the ass.

joel WILL finish in your ass. that’s non-negotiable. if you let him in your ass he’s GOING to breed it. he may also plug his load in you and have you sleep with it in. or go about the rest of your day depending on what time it is.

once he’s done though, he’s hugging you tight and stroking your hair. aftercare god.

“good boy… did so good for daddy… ‘m so proud, baby…”

eventually you have to nudge him off so you can go pee (it’s called harm reduction 😌) but when you’re done you settle back into his arms and it’s like you never left 🖤

[fea-resources]

Unhinged Game Commentary As RP Starters Pt.2

He's either also cold or he's going through withdrawals, one of the two.

STOP BOUNCING.

All those burnt corpses look like bacon to me. Crispy dragon-charred bacon.

Human jerky.

I’d love some jerky right now.

I'd push you.

BACKFLIP. BACK FLIP.

you're a COWARD. GO TO THE TOP. EMBRACE THE JUMP.

EAGLE JUMP.

There's a hay pile at the bottom waiting to catch you. You'll be fine.

This isn't Assasin's Creed!

Hay and parkour = ass creed.

HARDCORE PARKOUR.

_______ looks like a hobbit, not gonna lie.

Jump! You'll live!

Holy shit, I survived.

I told you your little child bearing bones would catch you! They're springy and resilient!

Congrdeurtions.

Am I having a stroke?

Who keeps a deer pelt with bread? That’s why they're all sick in this god forsaken land.

The deer pelt is surprisingly sterile. Its the most sterile thing in this fucking place.

I wanna go some place similar to ______, take up residency in an abandoned castle, spruce it up, and then pretend I'm a ghost haunting it when visitors come.

I don't want "castles" I want C A S T L E S.

We all have dreams.

Sweet dreams are made of this.

My dream is to be able to spell astetic... asthmatic... antsthetic... antstatic... aunt stacy? You know what I mean.

Who am i to disagree?

You mean bees.

Travel the world and the seven seas.

Yes that one!

I wanna lick the sugar candy in the sky.

That sounds like something Ant-Man would say.

Why is that corpse thiccer then I am?

Wait, I missed the corpse. We have to go back for the corpse. Leave NO man behind.

you mean jerky?

Okay, I thought I saw a shadow back there and it looked like a werewolf.

We do not waste jerky.

Mmmmm Bacon....

Meat is meat. They dead, they don't care.

Bacon is delicious as hell.

MEAT MEAT MEAT.

HEATHENS. ALL OF YOU.

SOS jerky.

YOU'RE A HEATHEN TOO. DON'T PLAY COY.

I'm an angel.

Sounds fake.

I don't know what your talking about.

We're all heathens. All my friends are heathens.

Take it slow.

TOO SLOW.

Can’t even remember my middle name.

Adopt a child. It's time.

Replace remembering our names with more important information, like musical lyrics. People use those a lot.

Yep, that's my middle name. Dick. You caught me.

I'm proud of my name.

Naw. Your name is Dick now.

I was named after a slutty country singer. And a car.

THAT HAPPENED.

The kink cavern.

Looks like somewhere STDs grow, not gonna lie.

See, that’s the STDs falling from the roof. Too much sex in this ramshackle place.

No one cleans that place. Don't get paid enough for that shit.

Its the jizz.... it gets between the cracks and degrades the foundation.

Can’t people fuck in the bed like normal humans?

Naw son. Too vanilla, they get bored.

Back in my day, we used beds and called it woohoo. Just like the Sims. That’s where all my Sex Ed comes from.

Back in my day we fucked on the floor like REAL MEN.

WHOA NOW. CALM YOURSELF.

COVER THINE EYES, CHILDREN.

I'M TOO ACE FOR THIS.

YOU BETTER BE PRAYIN' TO YOUR LORD AND NOT CRYING.

Back in my day, we walked 4 miles with ONE FUCKIN' SHOE, and we shared between 5 of us, through the snow, because I ate the other shoe.

Anything chewy and tough is jerky.

Skin is the jerkiest of all.

And I’M the one that needs to pray?

People are jerky, too, 'cause they're jerks sometimes.

Take the pot. Smoke the pot. Taste the pot. Smell the pot. Be the pot.

Why are you HERE?

Smoke that khajiit drug thing.

Why did you come back to the kink dungeon?

DO IT.

We're all pots now. I'm a pot. You're a pot. We're all pots.

...or drink it, i don't remember what it is.

Does the room smell like pot?

I put a pot on me head and now I'm a pot-head.

IT'S ALL OGRE NOW.

Why did you make me read that with my own two eyes?

Go sit in the corner and think about what you've done.

You're no angel.

They cant have them, the corners are mine. All of them.

Lucifer was an angel too.

Lucifer is still pretty hot, I hear.

hoNHON. EIFFEL TOWER. BAGUETTE.

You're banned from my next stream.

NO. PLEASE. I'LL BE GOOD. I'LL CALL YOU MASTER AND WEAR A SHOCK COLLAR AND EVERYTHING.

The Eiffel Tower reminds me of something else but I don't know why.

B A N N E D.

_______'s got that Eiffel tower dick.

Nah, I'm thinking of something ten times as traumatizing.

Are you sacrificing _____ to the old gods?

Honey you've got a big storm comin'.

Sleep is for the weak, and I... am very weak.

Whimps. Sleep is for the dead. Granted... we are all very dead inside, so....

No fire. Only suffering. Face the dark and cold like a dragon.

Fucking capitalism.

Your kindling looks like dog turds, and I know my dog turds.

I've stepped in enough dog shit to know turds when I see them.

_____ WAS STRANGLING A RAT. I HEARD ITS LIL ANGRY RAT SOUNDS.

The rat crashed the game to live.

Rat god.

Why kill a werewolf when you can date one?

That's BS, we all know ______'s always wet because he's a horny rabbit.

Sex keeps you warm... I think.

I'd imagine bodies that sit at 98 degrees F while doing nothing get pretty hot when pressed together and doing activities that raise your blood pressure. That's like a 400 degree sauna right there if my math is right. Pretty toasty. ....that makes me wanna never do anything cause that's HOT.

Good. Sex is bad - its how babies are made and we don't want none of that.

Condoms are a thing, but so are holes and accidents. Why do you think I'm here?

Pornhub is good to us... on what not to do. I found some messed up stuff. That’s where I found that shrek video, and Spongeknob Squarenuts.

I can honestly say I have seen worse. Anime porn is another layer of hell.

And then there were three...

Wood looks so crunchy.

I read moby dick, the three musketeers, treasure island, huckleberry fin, tom sawyer and a few others, but fuck me if I remember them in their entirety.

I read that as “I read my dick” and I was very concerned.

Wood - the original forbidden fruit.

Is that a naked man?

My god. Worst kink.

This is the least sexy sex dungeon, let’s be real here. No mood lighting, cold, no R&B music. Where’s the pizzazz?

Maybe they played music on the bones?

Do NOT. I have nightmares about that.

I can no longer look at a naked anatomical skeleton in all casual and comfort anymore.

I’m glad the men here in this dungeon are napping so well.

I am very uncomfortable with naked skeletons.

Aren’t all skeletons naked?

______'s hair is Cheeto colored which is honest such a look. You rub your hand through his hair, your fingers come back stained with neon orange dust. Cheeto dandruff.

Who's playing the meat sticks again? I heard the meaty slaps. I still hear them.

Alright. Go gather your quotes you quote whore.

[devilsrecreation]

I may or may not have a problem with TLG incorrect quotes

Piga: We grow stronger, the world grows more dangerous, life has a funny way of keeping things balanced

Ucheshi: Dad, do you ever say anything encouraging?

Piga: ….I encourage you not to die

Little Kiburi: I’m older!

Little Ucheshi: I’m younger!

Kiburi: I’m longer!

Ucheshi: I’m shorter!

Kiburi: I’m smarter!

Ucheshi: I’m…..not falling for that!

Kiburi: Try this first page. Sound it out.

Tamka: Duh….o-one fiss-huh…twoah…fiss-huh…

Kiburi: Are you serious?

Tamka: You picked a hard one on purpose!

Kiburi: It’s a Dr. Seuss book, you fuckin’ dipshit!

Janja: I don’t hate skinks. I just think they’re lower beings, I don’t think they’re important at all

Shupavu: That means you hate us all! You look down on us!

Janja: OF COURSE I HAVE TO LOOK DOWN ON YOU, YOU’RE SMALL AS SHIT!

Teaching Wema and Tunu how to drive in a human/Zootopia AU

Janja: Look kids, you have to treat a car like you treat a woman

Jasiri: *glaring* Go on

Janja: …..No. I’m sensing I’ve made a mistake of some kind…

Kifamilia means Family:

Chungu, seeing his dead bio parents: What is this?…Who are you?!

Kicheko: I am-

Chungu: WHO ARE YOU?!

Karimu: I am-

Chungu: W H O A R E Y O U?!?!?!

Chungu: You’re ugly when you lie, Tano!

Tano: I’m not lying!

Chungu: Then why are you ugly???

Cheezi: *seeing Dogo in the Outlands* He’s cute, and sticky looking!

Janja: Cute? This is a serious threat to our clan!

Cheezi: It’s just a baby. *frantically waving to Dogo* HI, BABY!!!!!

Tamka: *gets a thorn stuck in his leg* OWWWW! Thornbushes got me! *falls dramatically* Croc down! Croc down! The darkness….it’s closin’ in! I’m so cold…

Kiburi: Will you hold still, you big baby?

Tamka: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Kiburi: ….I didn’t touch it yet….

Kiburi: *telling the traumatic story of his father’s death*

Wema and Tunu: *thinking* Today, we saw a balloon :)

Pua: You mustn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends and family

Njano: Sir, I won’t tell a soul

Njano, 5 minutes later: SHUPAVU! SHUPAVUSHUPAVUSHUPAVU, I GOTTA TELL YOU A SECRET!

Janja: Can I rizz you up?

Jasiri: Sure

Janja: Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-

Ucheshi: What could be better than serving up smiles? :D

Kiburi: Bein’ dead

Reformed Kenge be like:

Kenge: FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, BITCH.

Kenge: I love aggressive positivity

Kenge: *at Sumu* Hey, you! You’re fucking wonderful, okay? You’re beautiful and you’re doing great and I’m very proud of you. FUCK everyone else! You’re a beautiful arachnid and you deserve love, BITCH!

Some random female about Neema: He’s got such kind eyes, the jaws of a prince, and scales that just glisten! I just can’t take my eyes off of him~

Neema: *thinking* Get them checked

[alexanderflowerbird]

DAY 5 So I managed to sit down and write today despite the looming stress of my country being a fucking dumpster fire lol I have buffer writing for days where I really just can't get myself to go, but despite everything today was not one of those days. Tricking myself into getting out of my bed, off my phone and onto my computer to write was the hardest part and then boom, another 1130 words to add to the pile! I'm proud of it, even if I am exhausted, and disillusioned, and not looking forward to tomorrow at all lol. There isn't much else to report, I'm sure other Americans can empathize with the loss for words and the desire to simply lay down, drink the nearest alcoholic beverage and wait to see what sort of evil we're in for the next four years. Boo. Hiss. Tomato tomato.

Here's the excerpt for you- it's for New Faith today, and Vincente is having a break down at long last. We love to see a strong, stoic man have a fuckin' melt down don't we? For context he's just watched a woman he considers his sister be possessed, be used as a beacon to possess the entirety of his town, and then, after a blinding and awe striking moment of supernatural helplessness, watched those same neighbours and friends eat her body. Ouch. Mercutio loves him so much, but being someone's stress ball can have you asking some questions about what you deserve, and what you will do for love.

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Mercutio is just on the edge of sleep when the bed shifts under him, when weight and heat converge upon him in the dark and with it, the skin-to-skin contact that tells him that Vincente’s anger has finally failed him. There’s such immense sadness… He doesn’t need to feel it, to know, but he feels it all the same. Vincente’s body presses against his over the covers, his bulk half pressed over Mercutio as he lays himself out and rests his cheek against Mercutio’s chest. He must hear his heart beat, must feel the uptick in Mercutio’s pulse up under his jaw, but he never speaks when he gets like this. It’s pure momentum, action that can only be diminished by the use of words. What Vincente’s feeling can’t be spoken away with empty condolences or even heartfelt understanding. Mercutio’s heart breaks for him as he thinks towards the last time Vincente climbed into a bed with him like this… it’s been so long, years, and in between now and then there had been so much happiness and safety, all lost now, torn apart like Vanessa, in the end. 

Mercutio wraps his arms around Vincente’s shoulders, one hand cupping the back of his neck, the other spread out across the space between his shoulder blades, and just by touching him like that, many things are communicated between them. Vincente isn’t an empath but they’ve known each other too long for contact like this to be miscommunicated. The only part that gets lost is how much Mercutio loves him, how terribly he wishes they didn’t come together like this only when Vincente is broken and must be physically held together for a few hours in order to keep going. Vincente has never asked why Mercutio allows this, won’t speak of it with such dedication that if it hadn’t happened over and over again in their years together Mercutio would think that the nights where Vincente relied on him in such a way were some sort of recurring, lovesick dream. 

He will only do it in complete darkness, and he’s always pulled away by the time morning comes, like a figment of undiluted grief, a selfish, illusory lover that only takes. Mercutio can pretend that this gives him something, he can even truly say at least within his heart that it’s a gift to be chosen, to be the only one Vincente let's hold him like this, but… it feels like a lie, is a lie, to say that he gets as much from it as Vincente does. It doesn’t have to be fair, does it? Mercutio can’t bear to ask for it to be fair and risk asking for more than Vincente can give him. 

He listens to Vincente’s breathing, the steady, restrained rhythm of it. He might cry, Mercutio can feel it coming on like a storm, but if he does, the most warning Mercutio will get is his own tears, his empathic ability overpowering him, taking in Vincente’s grief and making it at least partially, physically his own. His eyes are already feeling glassy as he closes them and sighs, stroking across Vincente’s back in slow passes, arching a little when Vincente’s arm tightens around his midsection and bends him closer. Mercutio almost laughs, thinking it would have made a huge difference in Vincente’s emotional processing if he’d invested in a body pillow– but now isn’t the time for laughing or jokes, breaking the tension is nothing short of disrespectful. He can endure the discomfort quietly, like he has before. It’s different now, of course, after years and years, and being neighbors, and a thousand breakfasts and easy talks and so little to be so very, very sad about, but he can remember how to behave, how to be the sort of in love with Vincente that allows himself to be used like this. 

He knows that when things were really bad, when the demons were winning and people were dying and they hadn’t decided to give up yet, he would’ve done just about anything for Vincente, to dam off the grief, to take just a fraction of it off of his shoulders and convince him, somehow, that while the work they did was good it wasn’t their responsibility to quell every evil, to win every holy battle, to always walk away victorious. He would’ve said back then that that was God’s job, and God was shit at it because demons were still killing people. They would’ve fought about that, would’ve screamed at each other, passionately philosophical, not really determined to change each other’s minds as much as admit their frustrations… and even still, even after that… Vincente would come like this in the darkness and hold him close and make him feel the loss with his extra sense. 

He isn’t sure now, how much he’s willing to put on the altar… he wants Vincente to be well, he feels awful about Vanessa, about Ms. Dorothy, about their town… but there is a bitterness in his heart about the fact that now they’re running towards the darkness again. They’d said they’d stop. Vincente could manage that, could come to a halt and pretend the evil of the world was too far away for him to do anything about it, but now that it’s close, rather than running away from it with Mercutio, he wants to run towards it knowing Mercutio can’t stand it to part from him. Manipulative asshole. Most beloved in the whole world. 

Mercutio feels Vincente’s breath hitch, and just as it does a tear streaks down his own cheek. He squeezes Vincente, and Vincente squeezes him back. They curl into each other, tangled into one thing. Vincente sobs, a sound that is low, crushing agony lilting up into the pained whining of a dog. Mercutio breathes slowly as tears come and won’t stop, not his tears, not entirely. There are no thoughts, no clarity for what parts of it have torn Vincente’s walls down, but Mercutio can guess and that’s enough to buoy him through the raw tragedy of it. Vanessa’s death, this enormous, unknowable failure, the uncertainty and helplessness of their place in a ruthless, multi realmed war. The demons are winning in a whole new horrific way, and what do they have to go against them? What are they, now, but witnesses? That sort of helplessness in a man like Vincente, who is a warrior through and through… it is enough to cause a man who has not cried in years to fall utterly apart. Mercutio lets the damp choking of Vincente’s cries fall into the hollow of his throat. How he loves him, to keep this secret for him and let it seem as though he has no inkling of it come morning.

[hhawks]

pretty face, pretty boyfriend too

✰ starring: hawks x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: in which your boyfriend hawks has been a bad boy. ✰ content warnings: pegging, fingering (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), face-sitting, mommy kink, light bondage, face slapping, choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, degradation ANd praise. help self indulgent ttm ✰ word count: 4.6k ✰ a/n: thank u to my baby bun hoshi for betaing. love u

the hero billboard chart jpn is a big event. you know this, you’ve always known this. so when keigo asks you to come with him as his plus one, you’re reluctant.

“come on, it’ll be fun,” he’s smiling at you like it’ll quell the nerves that jitter under your skin (and maybe it does. just a little). so you show up in a little gold and black dress and a red purse that matches his wings, hanging off his arm.

“stay by me, baby bird,” he whispers throughout the night, his fingers warm and protective on the little of your back. you obey, always tucked by his side, and thank god you are because the number of faces you recognise from screens and the news is intimidating to you.

they know who you are. of course they do, you’re hawks’ sweet little girlfriend, pretty and his prized possession; he’s constantly showing you off and you love it. you make each other endlessly happy, and now watching him on stage as the number two hero for god knows what year in a row, you’re proud. boundlessly proud of your boyfriend, all the times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to him gone off on an emergency mission, all the people he’s saved. he deserves thisand more.

the evening is wonderful. it is, with hawks in high spirits, with all the heroes congratulating him, patting him on the shoulder, giving you soft smiles. you’re so lucky, they tell you. the number two hero. all yours.

you smile. nod. look pretty. realise hawks isn’t by your side, and you feel a little cold without his arm on your waist, his right wing extended just a bit so everyone knows who you belong to. you turn, spot him at the bar, golden hair and golden eyes trained on someone who isn’t you.

mirko (or rumi, as keigo always so affectionately refers to her) sits across from him, laughing and threading her long, thin fingers through hawks’ hair. she’s pretty, so pretty, with her strong thighs and her hero costume. she’s glowing, holding the attention of your boyfriend for just a beat too long. you know she’s no threat, she’s never been, but you can’t help the way you roll your eyes, some kind of wicked jealousy bubbling in your gut. there’s no reason for you to feel this way; you know keigo would never do anything to hurt you.

but it’s still annoying.

you don’t let it show, not here, not where you’re the pretty girlfriend, his arm candy. but when you get back home, you’re on him in an instant, tracing your stiletto sharp nails down his cheek. “getting chummy with other girls, are we?” you ask him, watching the way his stare wavers on you. “do i need to remind you?”

he chuckles. “remind me of what, dove?” his arms come around you, wrapping you in his warm body. “hm? was my little baby jealous?”

“not at all.” you lie through your teeth. “just thought you’d like a little reminder of your place, hawks.”

you watch him shiver. you love it, when you turn the tables, when you put yourself in charge. you never use his hero name, so watching his bottom lip quiver when you did is electrifying. you let your stare linger on him for just a second longer before you’re spinning around, walking back to your shared bedroom. you know he’ll follow, and he does, the soft padding of his feet behind you enough to make a smile threaten to cross your features.

“dovey.” you hear him, but you don’t turn around. “you know, you know she’s just a friend.” i know, you don’t say. i just want the excuse to fucking ruin you. to remind you who you fuckin’ belong to.

“get on the bed. take off your clothes. and don’t,” your voice is sharp, warning. “don’t fucking touch yourself.”

you have him under you, hands bound to the bedposts with pretty pink silk, straddling his chest as he whines. keigo whines so pitifully, so beautifully, harmony in your ears as you trail your nails down his chest, ghosting over his nipples. “sit on my face, please, please,” he’s begging, hands straining against the silk. you’re making sure he’s comfortable, watching his feathers ruffle every time you pinch his sensitive nipples, pinkish brown and pretty.

“you’re not in the position to make demands, honey,” your voice is velvet, laced with mirth. “but i pity you.” you shift closer to his face, his mouth just an inch shy of your clothed cunt. “want you to pull down my panties with your teeth.”

and he does. you have him wrapped around your finger as you cant your hips forward so he can reach, his pearly teeth tugging at the red lace, and you’re helping him along, one flimsy finger pulling the other side of the waistband down. you toe it off and he groans, your slick cunt bare on his face. “fuck, gimme it, gimme it.”

you pull back, raising your hand before bringing it back down across his face with a sharp crack. “shut up. i don’t have to gag you too, do i?” you watch him, eyes wide, lips parted as his cheek turns red. his eyes are so full of adoration, wicked ecstacy.

“no,” keigo whimpers. “‘m sorry, fuckin’ sorry.”

you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his hairline. “good boy. you know your safeword, yeah?”

he hums, nodding.

“and your non verbal cues?”

“mmhm.”

“that’s my good little bird. now,” you take his cheeks between your fingers, squeezing his lips apart. you spit a generous amount into his mouth, warm saliva hitting his tongue. “swallow.”

he moans, swallowing before dropping his jaw to show you his empty mouth. your cunt clenches, a shudder through your body as you watch him, pale and pliant in your grasp. “good boy,” you whisper. “want my pussy?”

“please,” he gasps, and you finally let him, shifting a little further up so you’re fully seated over his mouth. he groans, low and guttural, at the taste of you. keigo’s mouth is nothing short of skillful; he knows how to use his tongue, slopping and licking your drooling cunt, wrapping his lips and sucking. you whimper softly, hand clutching the headboard as you rock your hips, clit rubbing against the tip of his nose.

the sounds he’s making under you are downright sinful, sucking and slurping and like he’s feasting. he is, his golden eyes peering up at you full of adoration, watching you as you cradle his head with your free hand, fingers tangled in his hair. he hums against you, vibrations on your clit making your eyes flutter shut.

“keep- k-keep going,” you muster out, rutting your hips faster against his mouth. you don’t need to tell him, he thinks as he sticks his tongue into your pussy, fucking your shallowly on the wet muscle. you stifle a moan, falling forwards, your hands by the side of his head to prop yourself up.

“untie me,” he’s panting. you look down at him, almost cumming at the sight of his mouth covered in your slick, his eyes half lidded. “please, wanna- wanna hold on to you.”

you curse your mind for being foggy, for nodding and undoing the binds because once you do, his hands are gripping your thighs so hard they bruise. his fingers are digging into your plush skin, forcing you onto his mouth completely, weightless and euphoric. you mewl, tugging at his hair as he buries his face between your legs.

“be-behave,” you manage to muster. “don’t go all wild.”

he hums non committedly, focus zeroed on your cunt, tongue licking and slurping you with vigour. you feel the familiar kindling in your belly as he continues, biting your cheek to keep your composure. you’re the one in charge, you’re the one in charge—

“make me cum, i know you can, keigo,” you whimper, cradling his face. “gonna m-make a mess, on your face—“ you twist off with a moan, ecstasy drowning you in waves. you hear him hum again, his tongue flicking your clit before sucking on it.

you ride his face, hips grinding against his tongue in search of your orgasm, and he gives it to you. he sucks on your clit and you whine, tugging at his hair sharply as you gush over his face. your vision whites out as he fucks you through it, whimpering as he licks you clean. “good boy,” you praise him airily, smoothing his hair down where you pulled it. “s-so good, yeah?”

“mmhm,” he hums, resting his cheek against your thigh. “taste so good, sugar, love it. love this cunt.”

you roll your eyes, shifting off his chest. “yeah? is that so?” you trace a fingernail along his jaw. “well, if you’re real good for me tonight, i’ll think hard about letting you have it again, okay?”

keigo whines. fully, high pitched whine tearing through his throat, hands reaching out for you. you slap his hands away with the threat of don’t make me tie you up again. he’s so pretty like this, eyes wide and begging, mouth pouted. you want to give in, let him have his way with you, but your hands tremble with the overwhelming power you feel. to have your boyfriend, the number two hero, crowned just so a few hours ago, begging for even a morsel of your affection; you thrive on it. you smooth a hand over his plush skin, pale and practically calling for you to mark it, but you steel yourself. you want him to earn everything you give him, and when you bring this up to him, he looks at you with incredibility painted across his face.

“fuck you mean i gotta earn you… pegging me?” he’s blushing, his cheeks tinted a pretty pink. you know he loves it, loves being fucked by you. it’s something he brought up first months ago, and that first time you sunk deep into him with a prodding cockhead and a sizeable girth, he came as soon as you bottomed out. “what do you want me to do?”

you leave a sharp slap to his thigh. “lose the attitude, that’s first.” you reach over him to your bedside table, yanking open the drawer and fishing out the half full bottle of lube. “i want you to prep yourself. show me how much you want it, and then maybe,” you watch his eyes grow wide in desperation, a plea on the tip of his tongue. “maybe, i’ll fuck you.” you lean forward, catching his honeyed lips in a kiss. “okay?”

“okay,” he mumbles against your lips. “gonna do a good job, i promise.”

you smile. “i know you will, baby boy.” you lie back, watching as he cants his hips upward, twisting so he’s lying on his stomach, fingers swiping at the lube before inching down to his hole. the sight is heavenly, the dim orange lighting of your bedside lamp curving his features, backdrop against his muffled whines as he stretches himself out on two fingers. you can’t help the hand that trails down your own torso, fingers spreading your folds and rubbing your clit, covered in spit and slick and cum.

“you’re drooling all over the sheets.” you tease him, and he huffs, pumping his fingers faster into himself, the schlick, schlick sound of the lube guiding him easy access music to your ears. keigo’s blushing so hard you’re scared he’s going to burn up. “fucking pathetic little boy, huh?”

“i-i’m not pathetic.” he’s rutting his hips desperately against the sheets, mouth agape in search for something. his cock is red, achingly hard and drooling pearls of precum. “i’m not, i’m n-not…”

you pinch his thigh so hard he yelps, looking at you with fire in his eyes. “stop trying to get off on the sheets. pathetic. pathetic. you don’t want my cock, is that it? don’t want me to fuck you?”

“i do! i do!” he whines, hips bucking, his thigh brushing against your foot. “please, fuck, i need it. need you,” he licks his lips, swollen and cherry red. “please? i’m- i’m all prepped, i promise.”

your fingers trace over the curve of his ass, pulling him apart so you can look at him, covered in slick, begging for your cock. your voice begins to waver. you want to fuck him, need to. “you gonna behave?”

he nods, flipping so he’s resting on his knees in front of you, his face twisted back so he can see you. “gonna behave, i promise, i promise.”

you give him a soft smile, smoothing a palm down his tense back, corded muscle under your fingertips until you reach the base of his wings. they flutter under your touch, feathers ruffling softly. “pretty,” you whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to the skin between his wings. “so, so pretty.”

reaching over the bed, you pull out the box of toys you share from under your bed. fastening the harness with a pretty pink strap-on,hawks’ favourite (you know because you’ve caught him a few too many times stretched out on this one, and only this one, whining for you, and inches from an orgasm. you like to watch from the doorway until he notices, and babbles for you to help him). “liked being fucked like a whore huh?” you slather a generous amount of lube onto the strap, until it’s dripping just like his hole, drooling and cherry pink. “say you like it.”

“l-like being fucked,” he babbles, backing his hips up against you. “like a w-whore.” you revel in his stuttering words, lining yourself at his entrance. “please, need it, please?”

wicked flame licks at your heart. “please who?”

the tips of his ears turn pink. “don’t make me say it.”

you run the tip of your cock against his hole, catching slightly on the tight ring of muscle. “if you don’t say it i won’t know who you need, sugar.” he flushes when he hears you, breathing ragged. you’re torturing him, and you love it, love how he’s whimpering, backing his hips into yours, refusing to give in. “c’mon, lovely. you know you want it.” you lean forward, pressing your tits against his back, cock caged between his body and yours as your hand snakes to the front. you stroke the tip of his own cock with the pad of your fingertip, giggling as he jolts forward with a curse. “just say it, and i’ll give you everything.”

he pants, wings ruffled and untamed. the crimson is so lovely, you think as you rake your fingernails down his chest. “hm, hawks? tell me who you need.”

“you—! you, mommy, need you.” he gives him, shoulders slumping. “fuck, can’t believe i’m fuckin’—” his words twist into a moan as you press your hips forward, the cock pushing past the ring of muscle. “fuck, fuck, mommy, yes—!”

you hum. “good, hm? like it when mommy fucks you like this?” the silicon makes the prettiest schlick sounds as you fuck it into him, slowly and gently. you give him time to adjust to it, watching his knuckles whiten as he grips on the bedspread. “answer me.”

keigo gasps, eyes fluttering open as you bottom out. “yeah, y-yeah, love it.” his cock’s spilling onto the sheets, leaking like a faucet with every thrust in. “s’too much, fuck, need more—”

“greedy little bird,” you whisper in his ear, holding him by the hips as you pound your hips forward. his head falls to the pillow with a high-pitched groan. “hurts and you still want more? what a masochist.” you spit, pushing past the resistance into his tight hole, skin slapping against skin. he’s falling through rings of debauchery, pushing his hips back onto yours for more, whining incoherently. you feel so goddamn powerful, your love bleeding into your fingertips that dig harshly into his skin. you love him and that’s why you give him everything, everything you have in every thrust.

he’s ruined, tears smudging the black eyeliner you helped him put on earlier this evening. you wish he was on his back so you could watch him, but you know it’s more comfortable for him like this. you keep the pace, hands rubbing soothing circles on his thigh, on his back. you angle deep, and listen to his broken gasps, smiling as he clenches his fists in the sheets.

“there—there! right there, again, please,” he’s begging, words sugar sweet, melting on his lips.

“hm? here?” you angle it the same way, prodding against his prostate, watching him fall over, shoulders on the sheets. “that’s my baby boy’s little spot, huh?”

“uh huh, uh huh,” barely there, his voice is barely there. you’re getting uncomfortably wet just watching him get off with a strap on his ass, slick running down your thighs. “right there, mommy, just wanna- nngh, gonna cum,” you land a small smack on his ass, admiring the red handprint that begins to form, and the grunt that he lets out. “again, again.”

you chuckle, landing a series of slaps on his skin, smoothing over it gently. “like that, huh? been such a naughty boy, you like mommy’s punishments.”

“i’ve been a bad boy,” keigo mumbles. “been so bad, ‘m sorry, just wanna be- nngh!- be good for you.”

“you are, my love,” you lean down, pushing your cock to the hilt in him he he slumps forward with a moan. you press a kiss to his shoulder blades. “so good for me. such an obedient boy.”

“can- can i cum?” he twists his head to glance at you, his golden eyes glazed over. “please, fuck, i need to cum s-so bad, mommy,” you brush his hair out of his face, gentle mirth in your eyes.

“wanna cum?” he nods desperately, eyes fluttering shut. your hand finds his cock, snaking around his torso to wrap around him. “fuck, you’re so hard, baby. you’re aching.”

“wanna cum,” he repeats. “wanna cum, wanna cum, pleasepleaseplease,” he bucks into your hand, hips thrusting so he’s fucking into your hand, and then fucking back onto you as he pulls back. “please, let me, let me?”

“mm,” you hum, pumping his cock a little faster. you feel him twitch, and god you wish he was on his back so you could watch him. you pull out of him quickly, and he gasps, a cry on the tip of his tongue. “move over. wanna see you,” you guide him onto his back, and he does, legs curled up by his sides as you push back into him. he whines at the intrusion, twisting his head so he’s muffled by the pillow.

you almost cum watching him. god, he’s so beautiful, black eyeliner smudged around his eyes with silvery tears running down his cheeks, muscles taut with tension, his balls swollen and you can tell he’s gonna cum so much. you watch his cock bob up and down as you fuck into him, hips canted upward so he can take more of you. his wings are shuddering under him, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks dusted pink. “gonna—” he keeps repeating. “gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“go ahead, baby,” you coo in his ear. “cum for mommy. make a mess, yeah?” your manicured hand strokes at his cock faster, and he’s grunting, his whining, “mommy, mommy,” slurring as he cums, cums so hard onto his stomach, your cock buried balls deep in him. you were right; he cums a lot, precious white staining his tummy in globs, shimmering as you slow your pace.

you brush his hair out of his face, planting a soft kiss to his forehead. “there you go! cum so pretty. such a good boy.” he blushes at the praise, breathless and fucked out. “such a good little slut for mommy, hm? bet you loved that.”

“i did, i did,” he’s smiling, sunshine in his eyes as he looks at you. “wanna, wanna cum again, in mommy’s pussy, please.”

you frown, pulling out slowly, his puckered hole clenching around emptiness. “getting greedy, are we?” you unfasten the harness and toss it on the floor, crawling up over his body, a sheen of sweat covering his pale skin. “making demands now. didn’t i tell you you had to be real good for mommy to give you her pussy again?”

“i remember,” keigo mumbles, hands coming up to cup your cheek. “i remember, i remember. but i’ve been… good, right?”

you smile, your fingers wrap around his, leaning into his palm. “the best.” you dip your head down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as you straddle his hips, lining his cock at your hole. “gonna cum for mommy again, hm?” he swallow his gasp as you sheathe him in you, your eyes fluttering shut as you seat yourself on him. “fuck,” you whisper against him.

he whines, his cock hard and prodding against your gummy walls, your slick drooling all over his navel. hands find your hips and he guides you along, hips bucking up to drill back into you. “stop that,” you muster out, propping yourself up with your hands before tapping his cheek harshly. “don’t be g-greedy.”

but he doesn’t stop. in fact, he ruts into you faster, breath ragged and panting, cock sliding in and out of you with so much vigour your elbows are threatening to give out. you sputter, fingers wrapping around his throat and squeezing it harshly. “keigo, keigo.” you slap him and he stops, looking at you pitifully. “bad fucking boy. i told you to stop.”

“but-” you slap him again, hands trembling. have you ever been this harsh with him? he knows his safeword, and by the looks of it it’s nowhere near the tip of his tongue. you trust him to use it, or at least his cues, but it never comes.

you push your fingers into his mouth, pressing down against his tongue. “you listen to me, brat. look at me when i’m talking to you.” he does, eyes melting into pools of ember as he looks at you with fearful adoration. “i’m gonna tie you up since you won’t listen. and then mommy’s gonna ride you until she’s satisfied. got it?”

he nods weakly. you pull your fingers out, and slap him again, spit streaking on his cheek. “use your big boy words. got it?”

he whimpers. “got it.”

you reach over him to grab the pink silk again, coaxing him to sit up slightly and binding his wrists to the bed posts. they’re already a little red from when he was straining against them earlier, so you take extra care to make it loose, but still tight enough that he won’t slip out. and plus, you know he would rather die than disobey you.

when you’re done you sit back down on him, muffling a whine as his cockhead brushes your cervix. you see him crack a smile. “real kinky one, aren’t you?” he asks, and you roll your eyes.

“shut the fuck up. you love it.”

“i do. oh god, i do.” you lift your hips before bringing them back down again, the satisfying slap of skin against skin echoing in your bedroom. you plant your hands on his chest for leverage as you ride him, and you feel him try his hardest to buck into you. your moans mix together, dripping sugar all over the bed as you fall apart in each other. “oh, fuck, please, slow down, sl-slow down—”

you don’t. you bounce faster on him, head tilting up as you chase your own orgasm. “pathetic little boy huh?” you muster between pants. “all mine- fuck- mine to use. just a pretty dick for me to use and cum all over.”

“mmhm, mmhm,” you can tell he’s close, searching for heaven in your gooey cunt, his balls tightening as you keep riding him. “fuck, baby, mommy, i’m gonna…”

you grin wickedly. “already? fuckin’ useless, all you needed was a little bit of pussy and you’re creaming like a little schoolboy?” you slump forward against him, forehead resting against his. “cum for me, then. cum, cum inside.”

you won’t admit it, but you want it as much as him. you want him to cum inside, paint you white, paint you his. so when you feel him jolt against you, cock shooting hot ropes of cum into you, you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. you’re cooing him through it, staving off your own orgasm. “good boy, fuck.”

“mommy, fuck, too much, ‘s too much,” he’s whining, head thrown back against the headboard as you continue. you’re still bouncing on him, cum leaking out of you down the sides of his cock, pooling on the sheets. “s-stop, need to- mommy, ngggh!”

“you’re not using your safeword, baby,” you whisper, desperately trying to coax him towards another orgasm before you unravel. “c’mon. i know you’ve got another one. one more for mommy, please?”

“i- i can’t, no more.” keigo’s lip is trembling, tears welling up behind his lashes. “fuck, mommy, don’t stop, never stop!”

you smile. lean back, keep bouncing your hips against him. the cum is trickling out of you, making the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you all the more obscene, but you both love it. he’s crying, overstimulated and crying, and you lean forward to wipe them away, traces of mascara and eyeliner smudging around his eyes. “you look so pretty like this,” you whisper. his hands are straining against the silk, desperate to touch you. but you don't let him. instead you wrap your fingers around his neck, featherlight squeeze as you fuck him into oblivion.

“love you,” he’s babbling, pussydrunk and drowning. “i love you, so much, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he’s rutting his hips into you, sloppy and mistimed, muscles taut from overstimulation.

“i love you too,” you murmur against him, so fucking close. every thrust in brushes against your sweet spot, fucked full of cum and cock. “oh god, keigo, i- i’m-”

“go’a cum?” his words are slurred together, twisting into moans and whines. “me too, me too, cum with me, please.”

you catch his lips in a kiss, heated and honeyed and kissed by the moon. you swallow his words, his spit and his gasps, panting into his mouth as you feel it build. “let go,” he whispers against your skin. “let go, i got you.”

and you do. you cum, fully seated on him, cumming and cumming and you won’t stop. the clench of you walls pushes him over too, and he cums with a gasp in your mouth. “keigo, keigo,” you moan, fingernails digging into his skin as he fucks you through it, harsh thrusts against your hips. “o-oh—”

he kisses you, sweaty and euphoric. “good? you okay?” you slump against his chest, catching your breath, so acutely aware of his cum and yours mixing, leaking out of your cunt.

“i should be asking you that.” you look at him, mirthful eyes meeting mirthful eyes. “was that too much?”

he chuckles. “you know i can take a beating, baby. now uh, could you untie me?”

“mm,” you hum, pressing a kiss to his jawline, undoing the binds on the bedposts. “hope you didn’t chaff too much. i used the silk for that reason.”

keigo kisses you again. “it was perfect. still take such good care of me when i’m bad, huh?” he noses against your cheek. “my perfect girl.”

[stinkylittleanon]

Oki birthday hcs? How about how the kurasuno boys would plan a surprise party? Or what they do on their own birthdays?

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HI, I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT </3 I saw this the day after my birthday at work, started writing the day after, and then now I tried to write more but I’m really struggling to write more than three characters D: I’ll have to smush it down to Asahi, Daichi, and Suga if that’s alr! 

How the Karasuno 3rd years would react/celebrate your birthday! 

- They all definitely knew beforehand... Just kidding, only Suga and Daichi knew besides Coach! Those two like to know what’s important to their teammates!  - Everyone except for Daichi and Suga are just “WHAT?!?!” and immediate panic to start party planning!  - Like it’s you!! Everyone loves you so much, how could they not plan?!  - But it’s fuckin’ chaos to plan who buys what... Stuff can get expensive! Not all of them have jobs!  - Until Coach just tells them he’ll bring stuff. Then it’s settled (They just can’t let him choose what to bring... Old man tastes are a no-go! /j)  Daichi 

Daichi is the one who tells everyone along with Sugawara, he finds it amusing how Tanaka and Nishinoya start freakin’ out (Asahi is quietly panicking). He takes control over deciding who does what, he knows his players well enough to know who can do the best at certain things!  He personally takes over finding out stuff you like subtly. Like cake flavor, color, all that stuff if he doesn’t already know. Daichi knows how to smooth talk! So does Sugawara, but Sugawara can’t lie for the life of him.  Despite being calmer, he’s so excited!! Your first birthday with them?! And he’s your captain?! WOAH!!! He’s so proud of you! Sugawara 

After Daichi tells everyone, Sugawara is quick to give Asahi a good slap on the back to get rid of any negative thoughts... This will be explained at Asahi’s part but moving on! Suga is so happy that everyone is getting together to celebrate ya! Like look at his team go! And he’s part of it, even bigger yay! He’d help Kiyoko keep a list of who does what (despite Kiyoko being completely capable of doing it herself, Nishi and Tanaka are yelling out so many ideas... How could you keep up?) He cannot wipe the happy smile off his face, he’s so happy to celebrate you in any way. Sugawara may not say it well but... He appreciates you so much. You do so much for the team! And you do so much for him too... He wants to show you that he’s thankful!  Asahi

HE DIDN’T KNOW?! Poor guy feels so bad for not knowing, he never even thought to ask!! But those thoughts go away after Suga give him a back-breaking slap on the back! Ok ok! He needs to keep track!  A bit overwhelmed by Tanaka and Nishinoya literally yelling at the top of their lungs again, but secretly matching their excitement. Not only will he get to see you so happy when you see the surprise, but he gets to help!! Asahi doesn’t hesitate to take the role of planning out the decorations. Afterall, the team really hyped him up on his designing skills!  Asahi could never say this to your face, but he’s so happy that you’re friends with him. You make him so happy, you help him when his anxiety is too much, and he wants to give back to you. You’re an amazing person and you deserve to have something special! He’s gonna make sure this is the best lookin’ party you’ll ever see! (Even if it’s dollar-store decorations... That doesn’t count stop-) 

[boom-bakugou]

‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

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“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

[buckys-black-dress]

i don't care, i'm in love

a/n: alright sexies, part two! of my last thing you guys liked! idk if anyone's noticed just yet but the titles are from tame impala's song 'new person, same old mistakes' because the song is fire asf. anyways. enough talking, here it is! enjoy! (sorry this took so long lol, i had no idea where i was going w this plot after part 1.)

warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), choking, cursing. this story is 18+ !!! tap off if you're a minor. this is your warning.

wc: 4k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part one here!

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It's been a few days since your outburst with Bucky in the kitchen. While you haven't made eye contact with him whenever you've been in the same room, you've practically felt his looks from across the room.

The air had definitely shifted in any room where you were both present. Nobody still knows about your past relationship, and you don't intend on telling anyone about it.

You've decided to let Bucky stew in silence, not allowing any leeway. If he wanted to be stubborn, this is where it would land him. He chose his own fate in the end, and now he would have to suffer the consequences.

And it was pretty awkward, to say the least. It was currently movie night in the Avengers Tower, and you were all in the movie theater. Tony had selected a rom-com tonight, as superheroes do. You were sat with Natasha on a loveseat, your legs swung over hers as your shared snacks were laid on your lap for the both of you.

She had, of course, noticed your change in demeanor since your impromptu break-up. You hadn't divulged in the details with her, not wanting to out the relationship. Even though you wanted to be petty as ever, you decided you were going to be the mature one in this situation.

And then Bucky walks in.

With a... another girl?

Maybe you weren't taking the high road after all.

You instantly feel a heat wash over your body, making you want to scream and cry and laugh in incredulity all at the same time.

What the fuck?

"Hey guys, I brought a date to movie night, if that's alright..." His voice sounded like nails on a blackboard to you right now. "This is Sophia."

He says it so simply that no one knows what to say. Everyone spares a glance at you, and for a second, you wonder if he had told anyone.

But everyone had somewhat of an idea that Bucky likes you!

So now, everyone was a bit confused.

"Uhm, yeah, nice to meet ya. Take a seat anywhere." Steve's voice cuts the suffocating silence.

You make brief eye contact with Bucky, but you look away as fast as you had looked in the first place. You felt like there was a golf ball lodged in your throat, and if you didn't stop yourself, you think you would've strangled that motherfu-

You're led out of your train of thought by a light tap on your arm. Natasha gives you a look that's saying, you look like you're about to kill someone. Are you okay?

You shake your head, letting her know you're just fine. Everything's fine. Bucky's over there, with another girl, who's holding his hand. And you've been here wondering for the past two months what's been so wrong about you that he couldn't do the same with you. Let alone even tell people you were in a relationship.

And you're not going to lie. This stung. Really bad.

Although you wanted to sit here and act as unbothered as possible, it was hard. You wanted to enjoy your night, watch your movie, and go to bed. This was a turn of events that you weren't expecting in the least.

The tension in the room was too much, everyone exchanging glances back and forth between you, Bucky, and Sophia. They were all confused. There was an obvious tension between you and Bucky, and although it was never anything serious to them, they all thought he would man up soon enough and ask you out.

Now, sympathetic looks were being shot across the room between all the team members, and no one could say really say anything.

Suddenly, Steve sits up in his seat and glares at his friend.

"Buck, can ya help me bring some snacks from the kitchen?" The blond asks, not waiting for a reply from the brunet.

Once they're safely out of earshot from the movie room, Steve grasps Bucky's shoulder in a tight hold that has Bucky wincing.

"What the hell, man?" His voice comes out strained and laced with confusion.

"Buck, I think I should be asking you that question." Steve says. "Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You know what I wanna talk about."

"Well, please do enlighten me-"

"Oh would ya drop it? Sophia? I'm sure she's a great gal, but for the past six months you've been bitchin' and moanin' about Y/N." Steve cuts his friend off, trying to gauge the situation.

"I just... things went south. I needed somethin' new... somethin' different." Bucky's voice was meek, almost like he was afraid to admit this to his best friend of 90 years.

"What... whaddaya mean things went... south? Did you tell her you liked her and she rejected you or somethin'?" The blond asks, brows pulled together in confusion.

"I just... I can't really explain to you what happened but... it was bad. I fucked up, Stevie." Bucky's head is still tilted downwards in guilt.

"Buck, you know you can tell me anything, right?" A hand is placed on his shoulder, and he wants to shrug it off, I don't deserve any comfort, he thinks. I did this all by myself.

"Can I just... I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Especially Tony or Nat. Or Wanda." Steve gives him a brief nod, motioning for Bucky to go on.

"Y/N and I had been... seeing each other for the past two months..." Bucky starts to explain, and Steve's eyes are jut about popping out of their sockets by the time he finishes explaining.

A few moments pass, and silence soaks the air surrounding them.

"You... you two were dating... in secret? You didn't tell me?" The look Steve gave Bucky made the latter's insides twist in the worst way possible. He should've told his best friend.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We agreed to keep it between us until... "

"Until she decided she'd had enough."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause and flat face followed, and flat face followed, and Bucky's now realizing how much he's fucked up. Not in the first place, per se, but by bringing Sophia here.

"So can you tell me why you've dragged that poor girl here?" Steve breaks the silence first.

"I-I... I met her at a bar a couple nights ago. Needed to get out, have a drink. She came up to me and asked me for my number, and... yeah."

What Bucky didn't explain is that as soon as she started talking to him, she had immediately realized he was painfully in love with someone else. She had been kind, understanding of his situation. Instead of trying to get in bed with him, she sat down with him while he explained to her how he got himself in this mess.

"You know... I can help you..." Sophia tells him with innocent eyes.

"Really? How?" Bucky's tone was incredulous, like the mere idea of doing something about this whole thing was possible.

"Well, she seems to care about you a lot. But maybe you just need to get a... reaction out of her. She's unbothered now, she says she 'moved on.' Show her she hasn't." She explains.

"But...how?"

And thus... this situation was born.

"So... Sophia has absolutely no interest in you, and you brought her here to make Y/N jealous?" Steve looks at his friend like he has three heads, and Bucky now realizes just how dumb this all looks.

"Well... yeah. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? I should just go take Sophia home-"

"No! You already got this far, and if you do that it might give Y/N the wrong idea. Just- just go with it for the rest of the night and see what happens." Steve says. "Now, let's get the snacks."

Bucky helps him, and they head back into the movie room. He notices your tense form against Natasha. Sophia's making conversation with Sam, and if you were in a cartoon, you're sure there would be steam coming out of your ears.

The movie goes by in a blur, and even though your eyes were glued to the screen, you feel like you didn't even watch the movie. You were too busy being hyperaware of the way Sophia held onto Bucky's arm like if was her lifeline, and quite frankly, you wanted to punch the living daylights out of the both of them.

Once the movie's finished and the lights turn on, you waste no time in heading to your room after a quick goodnight to everyone.

You're getting ready for bed with slams of closet doors and dresser drawers, absolutely enraged with everything. Why was this bothering you so much? But more importantly, how was Bucky so quick to move on? Like you were nothing to him? Like you were the dirt under his shoe?

And although you were too proud to say it, it stung like a motherfucker.

Before you could get ahead of yourself, a knock is coming from your door.

You're sure it's Natasha trying to make sure you're alright, but after months of acting unaffected, all you wanted to do was get under your covers and cry.

"Nat, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood-" But when you swung the door open, it was none other than your ex-boyfriend."What the hell are you doing here?"

Your tone was venomous, and all Bucky could see was the tiredness and rage behind your irises.

"I- Can I talk to you?" His voice is timid, like he's afraid to even ask for your time.

"About what? Don't you have someone to tend to?" You wonder out loud, and you can't help the way your heart twists at the thought of Bucky and Sophia. The way he had no problem holding her, touching her, loving her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N."

It even hurt to think that.

"What do you want, Barnes?" You query in an indifferent tone.

"I-I waned to talk to you, alone." He responds, and his palms are sliding down his thighs to wipe off the sweat.

"Don't you have to take your date home?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to gauge how to handle you right now. One wrong word or move, and he was out.

"Y/N, can I please just talk to you? One night we're sleeping in each others' beds, and the next we're strangers? How- how does that even make sense?" He's trying to make sense of the past few weeks and the events that led up to the demise of your relationship.

He knows, but he doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Well, I wonder who's fault that was?" You ask snarkily.

Apparently, you weren't afraid to say it.

"You were the one that did this. I get it. This was new for you, but at some point, enough was enough! I- I was basically dirt under your shoe, James! I- I couldn't fucking take it anymore! I just- you were so easy with Steve and Natasha. And then you would shake me off like I was some pest, some bug." You choked on your words, tears pricking behind your eyes. You turned away before Bucky could see them, not wanting to let him see you like this.

You've put on a tough front, because you didn't want anyone to think that you'd get so hung up over some boy, but it was hard to do so when you were giving your all into a relationship while you got the bare minimum back.

Bucky watches you from your doorway, and as you turn away, he takes this as a sign to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Y/N, please, let me talk. I-I just need to talk. To get it all out. I'm begging you, please." And beg he did. He was on the floor, quite literally on his knees. You couldn't even comprehend how not even an hour ago, he brought a new girl in.

And now he was on his knees before you. Begging.

"Get up."

Your voice cracked, but it was still strong. You weren't in the mood to have a man beg at your feet, and you felt it was quite pathetic that he was on his knees right now when he's the reason you two had ended up like this.

Whatever this was.

"O-Okay. Does that mean I can talk?" He asks tentatively, rising to his feet slowly.

"You have five minutes."

He was quiet at first, and you wondered if he even had anything to say. If he was just here to waste your time, to cause even more heartache-

"I- Can I just start off by saying, in the almost three months we were together, I never, ever, wanted to make you feel anything less than what you really are. You're kind, caring, beautiful, the smartest person I've ever met. But above all those things, you were patient with me. And that was never something I had before with someone else. No one was as patient and as attentive as you were, and I need you to know." He pauses, catching his breath from his rambling.

"Know what?" Your tone was venomous, trying to hold back the tears prickling behind your eyes.

"That I have dreamt of a girl like you for decades. You are everything-" he chokes on his words, eyes glossing over, "everything I've ever wanted, and more. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you. How I made you feel, and how I felt the need to hide us. I should've just been honest with everyone from the start, and it cost me everything in the end. So I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, in any way possible. Because you deserve it. You deserve so much better than someone who- who doesn't know how to love. How to hold your hand and not want to cry because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. You deserve the entire universe, Y/N."

Bucky finishes speaking, looking so deeply into your eyes that you can't help but let the facade crack.

Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You sniffle, trying to take a deep breath.

"Wh-what about... Sophia?" You struggle to ask through your emotions, trying to hold yourself back from flinging yourself into his arms.

"I- She's... not relevant. I met her at a bar the day we... ended things, and she said 'it was clear I was going through a heartbreak,' and that she wanted to help me get you back." Bucky laughs a bit at the whole situation now, and how fucking badly he had fucked up.

"But if you don't want to get back together, I understand. Just know, I still feel the same. But if you give me another chance, I promise you it'll be different. I promise to spend all my time making it up to you, and I don't want to hide anything about us. To anyone." He affirms, moving to hold your hands in his.

And surprisingly, you didn't pull away.

No matter how much your brain was screaming, yelling to pull away!

But you couldn't. You wanted to believe every word that came out of his mouth, and you didn't care if anyone thought you were being naive or stupid. You just wanted to hold him again, to call him James again, and to have him whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

And as all these thoughts were running through your head, you see Bucky slowly backing away, assuming your silence meant you were telling him to leave.

"I-Wait. Wait. We have a- a lot to talk about, but I'm not giving up on us yet. But I want a full explanation, top to bottom about everything. And- you have to promise me things will be different between us. We can't have things like they were before, and-"

And before you could continue your rambles, you were stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours.

You could feel his rough ones moulding against your soft, cherry-flavoured ones from your lip balm. His eyes were closed, and so were yours. Any thoughts you had were thrown out the window, and all you could focus on right now was him.

He was invading all your senses in the best way possible. In this moment, you realized he was being completely honest and truthful in what he'd said earlier. Of course, you wouldn't let him forget about all this so easily, but right now, all that mattered were his hands running all over your waist and neck.

"J-James," you breathed out, disconnecting from him.

His eyes search yours, wondering if this is where you give him the boot, and tell him to leave it at this.

But oh, was he wrong.

"Lock the door for me?"

His mouth is akin to that of a fish out of water, wondering to himself if his brain was conjuring this image in his head after weeks of not having you.

"A-Are you sure? If you don't want to we don't have to-" And now he's the one getting cut off with your lips.

It had been enough suffering for the both of you these past few weeks.

"James, I'm sure. Help a girl out?" You smile coyly, slowly walking backwards until you reach your bed and sit down. Your eyes stay on James' blue ones while he rushes to lock to door.

He's hovering over you, waiting to see if you'll make a move.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?"

At those words, the man above you snaps out of his stupor, and lets out an animalistic growl, lunging at you and making both your bodies fall back onto the fluffy white duvet of your bed.

"Can I take this off of you?" James hands are pinching at the fabric of your t-shirt, and you fervently nod in response.

"Words, honey." He coaxes and receives a meek but clear 'yes' from you.

He wastes no time slipping it off your form, only breaking apart from you for air to do so.

Soon enough, your panting forms were both almost bare, left down to just underwear. James slowly moves to settle himself between your thighs, but your hand catches onto his wrist before he could move any further.

"You don't have to, James. I want you inside me already." Although you usually never complained about getting head, you were aching to feel him inside you.

"C'mon angel, I've missed how your sweet lil' pussy tastes." The words coming out of his mouth combined with the feeling of the small pecks he's placing against your inner thighs have you practically shaking.

Along with his scruff giving the sensitive skin a delicious burn, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to James.

He guides your soaked panties down your legs, placing your calves against his shoulders to hold them open.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have my mouth between these legs again, sugar. Missed ya so much." He mumbles to you, licking a broad stripe up your core.

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you scramble to find something to grab onto.

With one hand in his brunet locks, Bucky continues his ministrations. He alternates between using his tongue and sucking on your sensitive button, building up your climax.

James listens to your small gasps and whimpers, paying attention to what brought you the most pleasure.

"Oh!" You let out a whimper at the feeling of Bucky's fingers hitting your sweet spot inside you.

Before you knew it, the throbbing in your heat was spreading all through your body, causing your first earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You're chanting James over and over again, like a prayer.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it all t'me." He coaxes you through your high, allowing for you to come down.

Your eyes are bleary and you barely sense James coming back up over you. His fingers are opening your mouth, allowing you to taste them.

"Taste yourself, honey. So sweet, missed havin' you." He leaves pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheek, before circling back to your mouth when he pulls his fingers back out.

When he pulls away again, his nose is brushing against yours. You still feel like you're floating, but you open your eyes slowly to be met with his bright cerulean ones.

"You have a condom?" James' voice is gravelly as he speaks against your lips.

"No, I'm clean and still on the pill. Wanna feel all of you." You whisper while your fingers roam through his locks.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, trying to ignore the involuntary twitch of his cock at your words.

"I'm sure, James. I've never been more sure of doing anything with anyone." You say, letting your hand move down to his boxers.

Your hand dips into the waistband, grasping him with your palm.

"Wanna feel all of this." You barely speak, but he understands every word you say.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and thrown somewhere across the room.

James sits back, running his cock through your juices for lubrication, eliciting a sigh from the both of you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, doll." He grits out while he pushes into you slowly. "Can't believe I was so stupid and almost lost ya for good."

"I-I'm right here, baby. You won't ever lose me." You reassure him, letting him fill you to the brim.

"God, can't get enough of this tight pussy, baby." James is thrusting at an even pace now, and you can feel every inch of him inside you.

You release moans of ecstacy and pleasure in his ear as he stays above you, and while you're only half-conscious of what you're doing, you grab his metal arm and bring it to your throat.

His eyes shoot open but his pace never falters, looking at you for silent reassurance.

The white-hot feeling in your core builds at the feeling, not wanting it to stop.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." All he needed was your whimper to moan at the sight of his hand around your throat.

"H-Holy shit. I- Come with me baby, c'mon." His voice is strained, like it's paining him to speak.

"I'm- I'm coming James. Come with me, baby." You gasp out, feeling the stirring in your belly reach its' peak.

Soon enough, you're both coming undone, breathing into each others' mouths while working through your highs together.

You feel him spurting inside you, painting your walls white. His rocking slowly comes to a stop, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on you. Your thumbs are brushing over his cheekbones, soaking in him just being here, with you.

"C'mon, let me get you cleaned up, angel." James slowly pulls out of you, being careful to not hurt you.

You see the light flicker on in your bathroom and hear the sink running. He returns with a rag and brushes it gently between your legs, feeling you shiver at how sensitive you are.

"Sorry, honey." James' whisper comes from below, and you smile down with soft eyes.

You were completely besotted for this man.

Once the rag is thrown into your laundry hamper, Bucky retrieves his boxers and pulls them on.

For a moment, you feel a flash through your body, your heart seizing at the thought of him leaving now.

"A-Are you leaving?" You barely recognize your own voice, feeling pathetic for feeling so vulnerable.

Bucky just looks at you. He's dumbfounded at you right now. How could you think that after everything, especially after what had just happened, that he would leave you. How he could ever let you go again.

And again, the question is just another painful reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"No, sweetheart. Just wanted to grab a shirt for you to sleep in." He gives you a soft smile, quenching the ache of your heart.

Once he sits you up and slips the large shirt over your frame, he slips back into his spot next to you under the duvet. Your legs immediately tangle with his, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his torso.

"Never gonna let you go again, honey." He tells you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love you, James." You mumble in a half-asleep response into his chest, the words reverberating into his skin.

Bucky hopes you don't feel his heart racing, but replies with the same words that you hear before slipping into a deep slumber. And the last thing you hear before you slip under are the sweetest words to ever be spoken.

"I love you more, Y/N."

[yee-fxcking-haw]

What Are You?

A/N: All I have to say is I'm really proud of this fic, so much freaking fun to write. I am hopelessly devoted to Kirishima. Please let me know what you think! For the tags, I just tagged those that interacted with the post I made about starting this series, if you wanted added or removed just let me know!

Summary: A movie night gets a little out of hand, next thing you know you're losing your virginity to Kirishima.

Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x FemReader (you) both aged up 18+

Warnings: First time, virginity loss, virgin reader, experienced Kirishima, LOTS of consent, oral (female receiving) size kink, daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, choking, belly buldge, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, degredation, dumbification if you squint, very mushy aftercare in the shower, I think that's all of them lmao.

Word Count: 9,304

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The movie you had started is long forgotten, the sounds fading into white noise as your eyelids drift shut. Your body feels like lead, and your brain is quickly turning off. You feel like you could melt into the bed and stay there for several days. You snuggle into Kirishima a little more, barely processing the contented hum he lets out when you do.

"You fallin' asleep sweetheart?" He mumbles against the top of your head, finishing his sentence with a gentle kiss.

"Nah, just resting my eyes." You lie, very aware of how quickly sleep is overtaking your exhausted body.

"Want me to drive you home?" He asks, one hand coming up so he can run his fingers through your hair.

You just shake your head weakly, not ready to remove yourself from his warmth. You really just want to stay, but you two haven't really crossed that line yet. You've been dating for a few months now, but you move painfully slow. You blame it on your lack of experience over all. Being a virgin in your first relationship has definitely come with a lot of caution and slow progress.

Kirishima has been absolutely incredible though, always letting you set the pace, always asking questions, and offering reassurance when needed. You've both definitely had some close calls though, with how much time you spend together and how irresistible he is, it's been hard to keep your hands off of him. You've had your fair share of handsy makeout sessions, but that's about it.

Today does feel a little different though, like there's been some kind of shift. Maybe it's the right time to take that next step, Kirishima has definitely proven himself to be worthy of your trust. You're confident that he would stop when needed, go as slow as you asked him to, and be there for you after.

As your mind races you wrap your arms around the wall of muscle beside you, cherishing the security his large body gives you. You sigh and shift your head so your chin is resting on his chest, allowing you to glance up at him. As always, you're floored by his beauty. His scarlet eyes meet yours as his lips twitch up into a fond smirk. He's definitely the rugged kind of handsome, small white scars litter his face from his few years of hero work.

The most noticeable scar is the one on his upper lip, about two inches in length as it travels up away from his pretty mouth. Your hand absentmindedly reaches up so you can run your thumb over it while you cup his face. He melts into your touch, turning to place a kiss on your palm. Your entire body lights up when he does, he's always giving you sweet little kisses, and you love it more than life itself.

"Whatcha lookin' at my busted face for?" He teases.

You smile coyly as you slide your leg around his hip, slowly bringing yourself up so you can straddle him. You slide your other hand up to hold his face as well, leaning down to press a kiss into his forehead.

"It's a beautiful face." You whisper as you sit back up so you can look down at him again.

God, the sight of him. Wild crimson hair falling across the pillow, stunning porcelain skin offering a marvelous contrast. Your hands slide down his neck, to his collar bones, then down his clothed torso. You mentally curse the black t-shirt that's currently hiding his skin from you, even though he looks incredible in it.

"What are you thinking about hon?" He asks quietly.

Your eyes flash up to his and he gives you a knowing look.

Does he feel it too? You've had plenty of long talks about it, he's always been open about how much he wants to make sure it's a safe experience. He offers you nothing but stability and assurance. The nerve wracking part is that he's so experienced. You're not jealous that he's been with people before you, just worried that you won't live up to them. Kiri has always been very open about his past relationships, just like you have with yours. It's just a matter of finding the confidence to take the next step.

"Oh, you're thinking too much." He says quietly, grabbing your hands to pull them apart.

You hadn't even realized you'd begun to pick at your thumb, but of course he's paying attention.

"Can I stay?" You blurt out, sounding a little too panicked.

"You can always stay." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist, then brings his mouth to press innocent kisses into your neck.

"Baby?" You say, hands carding through his hair.

He only hums, lips still working against your sensitive skin.

"Can we try?" You ask quietly.

Your eyes lock, tension builds, and hands tighten as you both silently understand your heavy implications.

"Are you sure?" He asks with all the sincerity he has.

"I love you, Kiri, I trust you." You breathe out, letting your head fall to rest your forehead against his own.

"If you need me to stop at any point you tell me, understand?" He says with a tone you can't quite decipher. It could be called firm, but that's not exactly right… convicted, he sounds convicted.

"Of course, Red." His body responds to his hero name in the most beautiful way. Muscles tense as he takes a deep breath in, steady arms pull your body towards his. Very suddenly, but some also not soon enough, your lips are on his. Brilliant, rose colored warmth spreads through your veins as he kisses the breath out of your lungs.

"Can I lay you on your back?" He asks against your lips.

"Please." You sigh.

In one swift movement, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around so he can lay you gently on the mattress. One hand stays on your waist, while the other comes up to hold your face.

"I love you, you know that right?" He asks, when you look into his eyes your heart aches when you see all the begging in them.

"Kiri, I've never been more sure of anything." You assure him.

He gives you his thousand watt smile and you can't help but return it. This man is something else. He's the kind that lights up a room, that gives when he's empty, and loves relentlessly. Most of all, he's completely, inexplicably yours.

Your head spins when he dips his head down to kiss your collar bones.

"I'm gonna get you real worked up, ok?" He says then presses one long kiss into your shoulder.

Excitement blasts through your veins. What a beautiful promise he's just made, and you can't wait for him to live up to his word.

"I need you to tell me what feels good." He whispers against your skin as his hands come up so push your tank top up your torso.

"Ok." You reply, cursing yourself for how basic the response is. He's probably used to people who can dirty talk like no tomorrow, and all you can manage are weak one word responses.

"You're thinkin' too much honey." He says with a deep chuckle, his hands halt once he has the fabric bunched at your ribs.

"Talk to me." He says.

"I'm just nervous. Insecurities and all that, worried I won't live up to other people. You know, stupid virgin thoughts." You stumble through the sentence, barely articulating the nerves buzzing around in your abdomen.

"Listen to me." Kiri says with his firm, guiding tone.

"It's just you now. Not them, never will be them again." He brings one of your hands up so he can kiss your knuckles.

"You're my girl, that's all that's on my mind."

The reassurance is short and sweet, but Kiri is always like that with his words. He says it like it is, but there's always immeasurable heart behind what he says, so it's enough to still your nerves.

"Can I make you feel good now?" He asks, face slightly mischievous.

"I think you know the answer." You can't help but giggle when his fingers meet your ribs again to finish taking off your tank top.

Soon he's got you panting and grasping at the sheets. Your clothes are long gone, and he is definitely staying true to his promise to get you worked up. Rough hands are on your waist, while his hot, wet mouth trails across the tops of your breasts. The more time he spends kissing your body, the easier it is to let the nerves die out. Every ounce of uncertainty vanishes the second his soft lips wrap around one of your nipples.

"Oh, baby." You sigh, back arching slightly.

"Like that?" He asks, breaking only briefly. Soon his mouth is back on you, tongue drawing lazy circles around your sensitive buds.

"Yeah…" You find yourself wishing you could respond better again, but your mind is mush.

"How bout this?" He asks as he slides his other hand up to pinch your other nipple.

You rub your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure building in your core. You have to be embarrassingly soaked at this point. After just a few seconds of nipple play, you're already throbbing and it's maddening.

"Kiri." You groan, the friction of his fingers contrasting wonderfully with the smooth movements of his tongue.

You want to feel him everywhere, you want to be overwhelmed by him. The way his tongue is working, you can only imagine him using it somewhere else.

"K-kiri?" You say with a shuddering breath.

"Yeah angel?" He answers, his hand still playing with you a little.

"Lower, please?" Your voice is so shy and timid, and you feel the hot blush spread across your cheeks.

"You're so fuckin' cute." He mumbles before planting an open mouthed kiss between your breasts.

With the same slow, teasing pace, he kisses down your stomach. He stops right under your belly button and glances up at you through his lashes. He's fucking stunning from this angle, but you've found that he really doesn't have a bad angle.

"I'm gonna try something, ok? Tell me how it makes you feel." He says calmly.

"Aye Aye Captain." You say, earning a sweet little chuckle from Kiri.

Any motivation you have to joke is thrown out the window when he nips your sensitive skin. The brief pain sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, and your walls clench immediately.

"How was that?" He asks, hands running along your hips as he settles between your spread legs.

"More please." Is all you can squeak out.

Kirishima just smiles and kisses where he's just nipped.

"In a little bit baby."

You become suddenly aware of how exposed you are and you're plagued with thoughts of insecurity. As if he can read your mind, Kiri places a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Can I please taste you, your pussy is so fuckin pretty." He sighs against your skin.

Oh yeah, you have to be absolutely dripping. His words have you clenching around nothing, you're so worked up you're worried you might finish as soon as he makes contact with your core.

"Fuck- please Kiri- use your mouth on me." You moan, shocked by your own boldness.

"Oh good girl, keep talkin' to me." He sighs.

Without any further warning his mouth is just all over you. No gentle kisses around your clit like you expected, not teasing fingers on your lips. Just as sudden, blinding pleasure rocketing through your walls as his skilled tongue laps at your sensitive, swollen clit.

"Kiri! Shit!" You cry as your hands find a place in his hair, desperate to hold onto something that can keep you grounded.

"Baby, I'm too sensitive, I'm not gonna- oh fuuuuck." You try to warn him, but the words never stood a chance at leaving your mouth. In the middle of your sentence, he presses one thick finger into your slick hole, and that spells the end for you. With how big Kiri is, his finger might as well be the size of an average man's dick, and it feels incredible. You can't hold it in, and you don't fucking want to. Between the constant, white hot pleasure he's giving your clit, and the sudden intrusion of his finger, your inexperienced body never stood a chance.

"Fuck that was gorgeous." He huffs against your cunt.

Your walls flutter their way through your orgasm, warmth oozing into all of your appendages as Kirishima slows his tongue down enough for you to ride out all of the aftershocks.

You gather enough strength to look down at him, and your blissed out brain wants to shred the shirt he's wearing. Your hands reach down desperately to grab the collar of his shirt in an attempt to pull it off.

"Where'd my shy girl go?" He teases before helping you get rid of his bothersome clothes.

"She left when you made her cum in under a minute." You share a soft laugh with each other, but anything light-hearted disappears when you look down at his briefs and see the outline of his dick.

Kirishima isn't a small man, standing up he's roughly seven feet. You're a relatively average sized woman, but you still feel like a dwarf next to him. Judging by the outline in his underwear, he's definitely proportionate, and the terrifying realization that he's probably not even all the way hard yet makes your stomach drop.

"You want that?" He asks coyly, red eyebrows shooting up as he grins down at you.

"It- it's gonna hurt, isn't it?" You stutter, hands balling up the bedding underneath you.

"It's gonna sting just a little bit, but I told you I'll get you worked up, and it'll only last a second princess." He kisses your nose for reassurance, putting your bubbling chest at ease for a moment.

"Can I- um- can I touch you? Please?" Again, you want to kick yourself for sounding so bashful, but Kiri seems to be incredibly fond of it.

"Of course you can, wherever you want to." He whispers, he leans down to brace on his elbows, his breathtaking body closing the remaining distance between you two. With him looming above you like this, you feel absolutely tiny, like if he put his weight on you it might crush you. Something tells you tomorrow is probably going to consist of a lot of bed rest.

You cautiously slide your hands over his carved abs, adoring the way his muscles tense under your feathery touches. Your eyes stay locked on his and your heart blooms with exhilaration. Your hands travel down his body until your fingertips brush the waistband of his briefs. Kiri takes in a sharp breath when you dip your fingers under the material. You steal a glance down, and you can't help but let your jaw drop.

He's gotta be the size of your forearm, at least. Shit, how the hell are you gonna fucking take that? You remind yourself that Kiri promised it would only hurt for a second, that he would take care of you. You trust him, completely.

He helps you slide his briefs off, and when he's finally free it makes you see stars. His full length falls against your stomach, and he feels so damn heavy. His base is resting against your mound, and his head meets your belly button. His skin is nothing short of beautiful, soft pink tip with a pale shaft littered with veins.

"Holy shit." You pant, your hand looks pathetic when you go to wrap it around his swollen tip.

"It might sting more than a little." You whisper.

"I'll make it feel good, I promise." He says with all the confidence in the world.

He's so unbelievably hard and your hand can't reach all the way around him. There's about an inch and a half between your middle finger and thumb where they should meet. You never thought you'd be so intimidated by a simple body part, but then again, this is Red Riot you're dealing with.

Before you can stroke him, Kiri is grabbing your wrist as he shifts to lean on his side next to you.

"Next time angel, tonight's about you." He says before kissing the skin behind your ear.

His hand lets go of your wrist so he can skate his fingertips down your stomach. As soon as he brushes your clit your body jumps, still so sensitive from the sudden orgasm he's just given you. You take in deep breaths as your legs shift anxiously while he dips his fingers down so he can run them up your soaked lips.

"You're so wet for me." He sighs against your neck.

"Kiri- please- make me feel good again." You whimper, desperate for his touch.

"Gonna stretch you out a little bit, ok? Gotta get you ready to take me." He mumbles as he presses his middle finger into your quivering hole again.

There's no way you can respond, all ability to speak is stolen from you when he starts to pump his massive finger in and out of you.

There's no stretch with just one finger, it's no bigger than the toy you usually use on yourself, the stretch comes when he adds his index finger to the mix. It doesn't sting, but there's definitely some pressure. You screw your eyes shut and reach for his forewarn as he picks up speed, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure builds in your lower stomach again.

Then, the spectacular feeling of his thumb pressing against your clit makes you cry out. You're shocked by the broken moan that rips out of your throat, and the way your hips roll against his hand while he starts rubbing urgent circles against your sweet spot.

"That's it baby, tell me about it." He pants against your shoulder, it almost sounds like he's cheering you on, voice filled with something joyful that makes your heart race impossibly faster.

"Kiri- that feels so fucking good- shit."

Your cunt starts to pulse around him like it did a few minutes ago, your body is already right on the edge again by his capable fingers.

"D- da- Kiri." You moan, you almost fucking slip. You want nothing more than to call him 'daddy', that's what he is to you right now. You don't know how he'll respond to it, so you swallow the name and cry out against his broad chest.

He seems to have caught you though, both his thumb and his fingers pick up their speed slightly.

"Say it, please baby, say it- fuck." He begs against your head, offering you the room to call him whatever you want to.

Your hand claws at his arm, the other reaches up to hold onto his sweaty neck.

"Daddy, please make me cum again, your fingers feel so good." Your voice increases in pitch the more you beg, he sets a delicious rhythm then, reacting immediately to your pleas.

"You wanna be a good girl for me?" He asks as he shifts so his free hand can cradle your face.

You nod weakly as your abs starts to seize up and your core starts to clamp down on his pistoning fingers.

"Look at me." He huffs, your eyes flutter open to meet his.

Kirishima has a habit of knocking the wind out of you with his beauty, but he damn near kills you this time. He's positively enchanting with the blush on his cheeks, brows furrowed as he focuses on bringing you to your second orgasm.

"Cum for me one more time angel, then I'm gonna fill you up, gonna fuck your pretty little cunt." His voice is dripping with desire, and his vulgar words are all it takes to send you right into another trembling orgasm. Your body twitches and jerks as your core squeezes his fingers. He stops thrusting them into you and focuses all his energy on rubbing your clit with his thumb, making everything so much more intense.

You moan and shake against him as he whispers things like "good girl, just like that" against your ear while you come back down.

All you want is more, so much more. There's no such thing as nerves now. You have tunnel vision for Kiri and the pleasure he's giving you. Even after two orgasms, all you want is more, more, more.

"Daddy please- fuck my little cunt- fill me up like you promised." You grab at him wherever you can, you almost second guess your dirty talk, but Kiri eats that shit up.

"You sound so pretty begging for me princess. You want me to fuck you, huh? Want Daddy to make you cry?" Everything about his demeanor has a sense of urgency to it. Not like he's rushing, but like he's handling something vitally important.

You just nod and whimper, it's all you're capable of after being rocked by two incredible orgasms. He's moving so he can settle between your legs again, and his weighty length hits your stomach again.

"Listen to me sweetheart." He says, voice shaking slightly at the end.

"I'm gonna let you put it in ok? I want you to tell me when to move and when to stop, we can even stop here if you need to." He moves his hands to hold your face, thumbs brushing your cheek bones affectionately.

"I don't want you to stop, I want more Kiri, please." You say, completely confident in your decision to keep going.

"Then it's all you babygirl." He smiles down at you, all warmth and adoration.

You swallow thickly and reach down to grab his pink head, nearly drooling when you see the ridiculous amount of precum leaking out of his tip.

You tentatively spread it around with your thumb, the appendage barely stretches across the width of his massive cock. Kiri's breath speeds up above you as you move your hand around his head so you can push him down between your legs. Now, with a clear view of him, he's definitely the size of your forearm. Nerves are replaced by excitement, knowing that once he's inside you and your body adjusts to him, it'll feel absolutely amazing.

Kirishima shifts above you so he can brace on his hands as he placed them on either side of your face. All his intricate muscles shift under his pale skin, he's so broad and handsome, it makes your head spin.

With very little skill, you run his tip along you dripping lips, and both of you jolt as the erotic contact.

"That feels good baby, nice and slow." His words egg you on, a fuzzy feeling buzzes around in your chest when you hear him praise you, it's something else you just want more of.

His head teases over your silky hole as you slide him further down, his fingers definitely got you worked up, but it's still gonna be one hell of a tight fit.

"Can you- um- could you move your hips forward a little?" You ask with a shaking voice, your body is sparking with the anticipation of having him fill you, and you know he won't be able to slide in unless he helps by pushing.

"Want me to help you put it in?" He asks, his voice sounds so light and breathy.

"Please?" You blink up at him.

"Just keep talkin' to me, yeah?" He pants out.

"Ye- Oh fuck Daddy!" What's meant to be a quiet answer, turns into an erotic cry. Your body shivers as the name slips from your lips and your hands fly to his sides. He didn't give you a single second to respond before pressing himself into you, and it definitely hurts more than a little. The sting of the stretch is almost enough to make you tap out, but then you feel his thumb dragging against your clit again. It gives you just enough pleasurable relief to catch your breath.

"Sorry angel, had to get that part over with." He says before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Red, baby, please-" You choke on a moan when his thumb speeds up and he presses even more of his length into you.

"Please what?" He teases.

He can't even be a third of the way in, and you feel like you're completely stuffed. Your walls are being stretched to what feels like their absolute limit. Now you know why he gave you two orgasms beforehand, you need to be absolutely drenched in order to take him. Even then, it's almost impossible.

You glance down to see how much more you have to take. Fucking hell, it looks like it's just his head that's in.

"Tell me what you need, gorgeous." He applies slightly more pressure to your clit, but slows the pace down.

"More." You mewl, despite the pressure on your poor, tense insides.

"I'll tell you if it's too much, just keep going, please Daddy." Your hands paw at his back, desperate for him to move.

"Fuck baby- you're gonna be such a mess by the time I'm done with you."

You don't have any time at all to catch your breath or answer him. The sting is almost blazing as he pushes his hips towards yours. The dizzying sensation of his veiny cock dragging against your slick walls is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You whimper and sniffle beneath him while every muscle in your body tenses.

Then, you remember to breathe. You pull in a long, cooling breath, and on the release let your muscles relax. You look up at Kiri to see him looking down to where your bodies meet, mesmerized by the way he's splitting you open. He looks so wrapped up in his love for you, which only allows you to let go of more tension.

He keeps pressing into you, little by little pain is replaced by a warm ache, that warm ache then replaced by traces of something pleasurable. The hand pressing lazy circles into your clit slides up to grab your wrist. His bright eyes flash up to your as he brings your hand down to the bundle of nerves.

"Rub it for me, baby." He whispers before kissing your temple, his deep, rumbling voice makes your thighs squeeze his hips.

"O- ok." You fumble your words slightly.

"Is that how you answer Daddy?" He trails his open mouth down to the skin just above your collarbone, then teases the delicate skin with his pointed teeth.

Holy shit.

"Yes- yes sir?" You say, head spinning as you try to focus even a little bit. Your hand haplessly moves against your clit, wanting to listen but your motor skills are rendered useless by Kiri's dominance.

"Mhm, good girl." He praises before sinking his teeth into the spot he's been teasing.

Your entire body jumps, reacting exactly how he wants you to. All twitches and moans as he guides you through this.

"You're so fucking tight." He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes in just a little more.

"Well yeah, you're the size of a house and I'm a virgin." You say with a weak laugh.

If you and Kiri can do anything, it's laugh.

He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, and he can't help but giggle in that beautiful chirpy way he always does. You take his hands in your face and bring him down for a messy, laugh filled kiss. Blinding love fills your chest, hearing him laugh, feeling him breathe, being this close. It's all giving you such unparalleled joy.

He breaks the kiss to press his forehead into yours, then he really starts moving. What started as another round of giggles turns into a moan as he stretches you more and more. Your hands grab onto his neck as your eyes screw shut and your head is thrown back into the pillows. The pressure is positively mind numbing in the best way. All you can feel, smell, and taste is Kirishima as he rocks your world.

“Fucking hell, Kiri.” You gasp before rolling your hips up against him, finally feeling somewhat stretched out enough to work with him.

“Oh now you’re gettin’ it, keep movin’ with me sweetheart.” He nods his head while he talks, urgent and reassuring.

He continues his glacial pace, finally bottoming out with the help of your needy hips rising to meet his. God, you feel so fucking full. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, in your ribs, in your throat even. He’s not leaving a single inch of you untouched, and you’re absolutely hooked. You gather yourself enough to open your eyes again so you can look down at where you two meet, almost nervous to find that he really isn’t all the way in even though you feel like you’re going to break at any second.

“Holy. Shit.” As soon as you glance down, your eyes meet the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed. There’s a large bulge in your stomach, that is very obviously caused by one thing. Kiri smirks above you as he runs a hand up your side so he can gather your breast in his hand and tease your nipple with his thumb.

“Ain’t that somethin’?” He muses, sliding his hand back down to grab your wrist so he can move your hand over the stretched out part of your stomach.

“Feels good doesn’t it baby? I’m right there, that’s all me.” He presses your hand into the bulge, and the feeling of his head under your skin, combined with the pressure on your cervix and against your walls, nearly sends you into another orgasm. Your walls flutter around him as your bottom lip quivers.

That’s when you see the tension in his body, you hear the strain in his voice. He’s holding back, he’s going easy on you.

Your walls are relaxing, growing used to the obscene stretch. You take a deep breath and focus on releasing any other muscles that might make it harder for him to do what he needs to. As you settle, you bat your eyelashes at him. You offer another small roll of your hips before egging him on with your needy words.

“Daddy, please, you’re not gonna break me, fuck me like you want to.”

He gives you a very serious, almost stern look. It doesn’t help ease your need for him in the slightest, it only makes you want to push more.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise, please just fuck me."

His whole body shivers when you run your nails across his shoulders.

"Baby you gotta, if you don't tell me I'm gonna keep rockin', I don't want to hurt you."

You nod and swallow thickly, your body is absolutely buzzing with the anticipation.

"Words sweet thing, use your words. You'll tell me if it hurts, yeah?" He brings his hips back, and the drag of his cock along your walls is exquisite. He only moves maybe an inch, but the tease sends you reeling.

"Yes Daddy, I'll tell you." Your promise is said so sweetly, the way you trust him so completely sends him over the edge.

Just like that, your entire world shatters. He pulls back slowly, just to send his hips flying forward with one brutal thrust. It doesn't hurt, but there's so much fucking pressure once he's all the way pressed in. Your head is sent back into the pillows, thrashing wildly as you cry out and cling to his tense back. He doesn't stay there long though, only pausing briefly to savor the feeling of being fully wrapped in your hot, wet cunt.

"Open those legs for me princess." Kiri pants above you as he pulls back again.

You realize how much you've tensed up after his words pull you back down to earth. Your thighs had clamped around his hips like a vice. Slowly, you breathe in, then drop your legs open when you breathe out.

Then he sticks to his promise, and he starts rockin'. He sets a beautiful pace, it's not rushed or hard, not slow or teasing, it's just fucking perfect. He plunges into you over and over, deep and persistent. He hits every sweet spot you have, from your sensitive opening to your aching cervix. You mewl and twitch under him, your whole body being jolted every time he bottoms out.

"You're doin' so good baby, bein' such a good girl for Daddy." His voice breaks as he picks up speed, splitting you open completely.

It's turning your brain to total mush, all you can manage is a half ass "uh-huh" while your body moves like a ragdoll. You feel so full, and it feels so fucking good. It's all so foreign, so much, so overwhelming. Now that you're feeling it though, the feeling of being well and truly fucked, all you want is more.

The pressure just keeps building at your core, brilliant and warm. Sending electric shocks down the nerves in your legs, up your stomach, even through your fingertips. He's everywhere inside you, filling your mind and soul, you're drunk on Kirishima and more than willing to become addicted.

You blink open and grapple at his damp sides, as soon as you see your body being pounded into the bed, you feel your walls begin to tighten. Can you even call it that? You're so stretched out by him it's hard to tell if you're even capable of tightening around him.

Kiri sure seems to notice though, letting out short, pretty moans from the back of his throat each time he sinks in. Then you both see it, your eyes lock on it, both under a perverted trance. Each time he thrusts all the way in, your stomach buldges out a little, his incredible size displacing your insides as he fucks into you.

"God that's- fuck baby- you see that?" He stutters out, placing his massive hand on your waist so he can lay his thumb over your stomach and feel his cock head poking out from inside of you.

All you can do is gawk up at him and let your body be jostled by him as he continues to break in your body.

"How's it feel angel?" He asks, voice gentle and coaxing.

"So. Good. Daddy- fuck." You stutter out, the words come out choppy, cut off as you jolt from his pace.

"You feel so perfect, so fucking perfect." He mutters before diving down to press his open mouth to your neck.

He attempts to kiss you there, but all he can manage is a sloppy, inconsistent tongue against your skin. With his mouth open, you can hear all his sweet moans unabashed, and it's fucking beautiful.

A particularly broken sounding moan reaches your ears as Kiri grabs the meat of your thighs with his strong hands, angling your legs upwards a little more. His hands slide up to secure themselves under your knees, pressing them upwards he successfully folds you in half.

The tops of your thighs press into your sides as he braces himself up a little more, using your crumbled body as leverage. The second he sinks in from this new position, your thighs tremble and your cunt spasms. You cry out as your hands fly to his abs, almost pushing him back, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Overwhelmed, but so enraptured. Tears prick your eyes as you watch every muscle of his ripple as he works hard to fuck you this relentlessly.

"Talk to me sweetheart, how's it feel?" He asks, voice strained and unsteady.

"Feels- so- fuckin- good- Daddy." You all but sob, blinking the tears from your eyes as your jaw drops.

"You're such a good little girl, you look so pretty on your back."

His words hit a nerve you didn't know you had. The filthy praise, the sounds of his hot skin slapping yours with each thrust, the crushing grip he has on you, it's all awakening something deep in your chest. More, you need more.

"M-more- fuck- please give me more- I'm so close." Is all you can manage as the tears start to fall, wetting your rosey cheeks.

"Shit- give it to me baby, let go, I'll fuck you through it, just let go." He eggs you on. One of his arms shifts to hook your knee over his elbow as he sets the other beside your head to brace himself.

As soon as he releases that one leg, bending the other up even more as his thumb gets to work drawing figure eights on your clit, it's fucking over. You shiver and sob and claw. The most spectacular sensation you've ever felt takes over your entire body.

It captures every inch of your skin, wrapping it in velvety ecstasy. Your nerves shatter like glass, sending shards of pleasure flying in every direction. You can feel it up your spin, in the backs of your legs, and deep down in your chest.

Your body goes limp as your walls pulse around him, and he sure does fuck you through it. Your head flops back as you take it all, cherishing every sharp hit to your abused cervix.

"Gimme one more princess, I'm almost there." He moans, pulling your brain out of its stew.

You blink up at him, finally realizing how hard you're crying. As soon as you make eye contact, your heart nearly flies out of your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful. Brows drawn together in a look of pure determination, skin dewy and flushed, bright ruby eyes looking at you like you hung the stars.

"I love you- fuck Kiri- I love you, I love you, I love you." You babble, hands sliding up tangle in the hair at the back of his head.

His eyes flutter at the sensation, nearly rolling back into his head. Kirishima is a slut for gentle touches like that, a trait that makes your heart go all gooey.

"I love you so much more angel." He sighs, eyes full of fondness and what you can only describe as home.

He's still fucking going. Pounding into you just as before, and your cunt is somehow taking it so well. You feel made for him, nobody else.

"Poor baby." He says as he brings a hand up to your cheek to wipe some tears.

The slight mocking tone sets a fire in your belly, another feeling to add to the endless list of things you're learning about yourself tonight.

"Did Daddy fuck you too good? Can't help but fuckin' cry about it?" His voice is back to straining, shoulders drawing up again, like he's trying to hold back.

Oh hell no.

"Y- yes Daddy, fucked me so good, you ruined this little pussy." You shock yourself with the vulgarity of your words, almost embarrassed by it. It's short lived though, given the way Kiri huffs out a gorgeous, "oh fuck", as he buckels down on his thrust even more.

The sparks start to fire again as your nerves wind back up, not even fully recovered from your last orgasm.

The hand on your cheek twitches down, but halts once his thumb presses into your jaw. It all clicks when he looks into your eyes, a silent plea in them.

You don't waste a single second, nodding frantically as you seize his wrist. You bring his hand down so he can rest his palm against your throat.

"Please, I want it." You beg with a pathetic voice, sniffling at the end as more tears fall when you feel your walls start to contract again.

He looks almost relieved, eyebrows relaxing on his scrunched face as his shoulders drop. He tentatively presses his large thumb into your pulse before speaking with a harsh, authoritative voice. His hips slow only slightly, more rolling than thrusting now, but still just as deep, still just as jolting.

"If it's too much, at any point, you tap me three times, let me see you do it."

You offer three pats against the forearm of the hand on your throat, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for approval. Obviously, you've never done anything like this. Nothing even close, but with Kiri looking at you like you're made of porcelain, you'd trust him enough to try anything.

"Good fuckin' girl." His voice drops, a powerful, deep rumble as his hips start to work up speed again.

The hand teasing your throat starts to tighten, but not how you expect. There's little to no pressure on your actual throat, most of it is on the sides. His grip cuts off the blood flow enough to give you a wonderful, delirious feeling in your head. Your whole body reacts to the exhilarating sensation. You can't help but let out a strangled moan once Kiri reaches his previous pace once again.

He fucks into you so intently, chasing his own release now. Your muscles start to seize again, walls twitching as you moan out nonsense praises below him.

"Little baby likes bein' choked, huh?" He taunts, releasing his grip just enough for your head to fill up with clarity again.

Then it clicks, he's allowing you to respond, he wants you to.

"I do, I fuckin' love it." You assure him, your voice doesn't even sound like you anymore. All whiney and wanton, full of lust and desperation. That greedy feeling scratches at your insides again. It fills your chest with white hot need for something rougher, nastier, more shameful.

"Be mean to me, Daddy, make me your bitch."

It all happens so incredibly fast. Suddenly, Kiri fucking growls down at you as he rips himself from your overworked hole. The absence of his massive length makes you cry out, you want to argue but your words are stolen from you by his next move. His hands are on your waist in the blink of an eye. He flips you onto your stomach, the speed of the rotation makes you instantly dizzy.

He straddles the backs of your thighs. Rough, selfish hands slide up the backs of your thighs. He gathers the fat of your ass in his palms and squeezes, letting out a low chuckle when you jump at the harsh feeling.

"So, you wanna be my bitch?" He asks, the tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine. He sounds almost… sadistic?

You don't get a chance to answer before his palm cracks across your ass cheek.

You yelp and whip your head around to give him a pouting look as you wipe more of your tears. The sight of him makes your dripping pussy clench around nothing.

He's sat back on your thighs, almost lazily. He isn't truly sitting on you, though, he would absolutely crush you. He's just braced over you, one hand stroking his glistening cock as the other kneads as your plush ass.

You just nod as your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at the pillows, the sheets, the headboard, anything you can get a hold of.

His eyes are wild, strands of scarlet hair stick to his forehead with sweat. His stunning, chiseled muscles all flex as he pumps himself. Seeing him like this, it hits that rebellious nerve. There's no such thing as first time nerves now, your Kirishima's bitch, and that's all you want to be.

"Please, give it to me Big Daddy." You bat your eyelashes and bring your thumb to your mouth so you can bite down on it.

His hand freezes, body rigid with what must be shock. The hand on your ass slides up your back at a torturous pace. Buzzing anticipation settles in your gut as he leans down so he can spread his finger through the hair at the back of your head. Gathering a handful, he tightens his grip so he can crank your head back.

The bite at your scalp distracts you just long enough for him to press his broad tip against your quivering hole again.

"You think you're cute, don't you?" He says, low and dangerous.

   You just blink at him, brain firing wildly to try and process every new addiction you're developing. Slowly, cautiously, you shake your head.

   "Oh but baby…" He leans down even more so he can press his lips under your ear. 

  "You are. You think you can say something like that and get away with it. It's adorable."   As he talks, he presses his length into you. You would think that after being fucked for so long that your hole would have been more prepared for him. You're so fucking wrong. The stretch is just like it was when he first put it in, but this time you're so ready for it, you welcome it.

  "When you talk like that, you're gonna get your shit rocked." He mumbles against your ear.

   You feel his hands at your hips, then you feel him hoist you up so your ass is in the air and your face is in the pillows. Then, all you feel is a shockwave of pleasure as he rams into you from behind. Within seconds, he has you squirming and screaming as he decimates your cunt over and over again.

   The hand buried in your hair pulls your head to the side so you can moan out into the air instead of into the pillows.

   "What are you?" He asks, the hand that isn't in your hair snakes around your waist so he can bring your torso up and press your back against his chest.

   The action has you reeling, because your knees lift off the bed in order for you to be high enough to be fucked in this position. That's not a problem for Kiri though, he easily holds you up with the arm around your waist. Your legs dangle as he falls forward, other hand leaving hair so he can brace on the headboard.

   "Daddy asked you a question." He pants against your ear. Hips still snapping into you impossibly fast.

   "I'm your bitch- fucking hell- I'm your little bitch." You cry out, tears falling as one arm flies to hold the back of his neck as the other grabs at the arm around your waist.

   His fingers bite your side as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. He moans as he soothes the mark with his hot tongue. 

  "That's right, you like it don't you? You like bein' a little cry baby for this fucking cock. Don't you baby?" His words are dripping with the most sinful tone, even without any attention to your clit, your cunt starts to dance around him once again. Just his voice, his voice and his nasty praises are enough to start another fucking orgasm.

   "Oh I fuckin felt that- You really do want me to be mean, huh?"

   "Please- oh fuck- please, Daddy, please!" You sob.

  "'Please, Daddy, please.'" He says with a mocking tone, "I told you to use your words, brat." That does it, "brat", something clicks within you. It fills you with a sticky, sweet feeling. It's something more intriguing than anything else you've felt. Whatever the feeling  is, you're absolutely starving for more of it.

   "Use me, please, use my little hole, let me feel you cum." You finally conjure a reply, digging it up from your newly found well of obscene phrases.

   "Shit, princess, I'm gonna- fuck-"

   Your filthy words seem to be enough to send him into a frenzy. Again his hands are on your waist, pulling out just long enough to flip you onto your back before he plunges back into you after your back hits the mattress.

   He's so rough and fast now, all desperate, harsh hands as he fucks and fucks and fucks.

   "Look at me, fucking look at me." He grabs your jaw, eyes full of feral desire.

   "I'm gonna fill you up, you're gonna take all of it aren't you? 'Cause you're a good little slut." He commands before letting his other hand fly to your clit as you nod and stutter out promises that you'll do as he says.

   As soon as his fingers start rubbing, your body seizes. Your eyes stay on his, nails scratching down his back as you cry and shake and writhe.

   "That's it- fuck yeah- that pussy's gonna make me cum- you're gonna make me fuckin' cum- SHIT!" His voice breaks at the end, a crackling shout as his hips falter and he sinks all the way into your silky walls.

   Your eyes stay locked on each other's, he drops his forehead onto yours. The hand grasping your jaw moves to cup your face, his other hand coming up to mirror it so he can cradle your head.

   This orgasm is much softer than the others, all fuzzy and warm as it oozes through your limbs. Kiri rolls his hips into you as his cock spits hot cum deep inside of you. You both shutter and moan, hands loosening you finally feel him fill you up. Something you should have probably expected, is just how much he cums. He pulses again and again and again as your walls massage him. He fills you so much that he leaks out around himself, inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you both.

   The feeling is foreign, briefly uncomfortable, but it quickly becomes a comfort. As your bodies calm, his hips still with one final gush into you. His thumbs rub your cheeks, wiping the remaining tears.

   "You ok?" He asks with a scratchy, tender voice.

   "Perfect, baby, that was perfect." You sigh as you pull him down for a kiss.

   It's slow and feather soft, your lips work so reverently against each other, thankful for everything you've both shared.

   He inches his hips back so he can pull his softening length out of you. Both of you shiver once he's all the way out, then you feel the mess he made inside you spill onto the bed.

   "I should probably go get cleaned up…" You say as your cheeks heat, not at all prepared for what happens after something so intense.

   He just looks at you like you're growing a second head.

   "Princess, I'm gonna take care of that." He assures you.

   Before you can argue, he's got you scooped up into his arms. He carries you off to the bathroom, completely abandoning the wreck you've left on your bed. You wrap your legs around his waist the best you can and bury your face into his neck. You feel strangely dependent and needy. You suppose that must be normal after something like that.

   Once you're in the bathroom, he steps into the shower. He secures you with one arm around your waist so he can flip the water on with the other.

   You try to ease yourself down from him, but the second you move your legs you're made aware of the powerful ache in your center. Standing might not be an option right now, or tomorrow.

  "I gotcha, baby, don't worry." He says before kissing your temple.

   You don't answer, just hold onto him nuzzle into his strong chest.

   The shower is filled with gentle kisses and an abundance of sugary words. He tells you how well you did, thanks you for trusting him, kisses the parts that hurt. He makes you feel so explicitly loved, so abundantly cherished. It feels your heart with syrupy fondness. It's all so blurry, but all so distinct. Every soothing touch as he washes you lures you further and further into a state of complete relaxation. He puts lotion all over you afterwards, making sure he's careful with the tender spots. Soon you're wrapped in a plush towel, perched on the counter as he combs your damp hair.

   You let out a long sigh at the cathartic feeling, then lean forward to kiss collar bone. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him. You snake your arms around his waist and pull his huge frame between your legs. He sets the comb down before bringing his hands up to hold the sides of your head.

   "You're my sweet girl, you know that right?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

   You nod and give him a soft "mhm" as you press your lips into the opposite collar bone.

   "Words please?" He asks, gentle and guiding.

   Your brain is still so incredibly foggy, you're having a horrible time trying to scrounge up any coherent phrases.

   One of his hands slides down the side of your face until it settles under your jaw, with the pad of his thumb against your chin and his index finger under your jaw, he tilts your head up so you have to meet his eyes.

   "What are you?" His eyebrows raise slightly, eyes full of adoration.

   "I'm your sweet girl." You somehow manage the admission with a hoarse voice.

   "Perfect, don't ever forget that." He kisses the top of your head then, breathing in as he pulls you against him even more.

   You love Kirishima, and he loves you. You both feel it in your bones. He has all of you now, and you feel like you have all of him. Regardless of past sexual experience, you've both given each other something new to cherish and learn about.

    "Let's get you to bed." He says before attempting to scoop you up again.

   "Uh- Kiri?" You say, pressing your hands to his chest to stop him.

  "Hm?"

   "I'm kinda hungry…" You admit, suddenly aware of the gnawing in your belly.

   He looks down at you for a brief second, an amazed look dances in his eyes before he throws his head back to let out a rich laugh.

   "Burgers, and then bed?" He asks fondly, head tilting down to kiss your forehead.

   "Oh fuck yeah." You say excitedly, the promise of a big nasty burger makes you giddy.

   It's not long before you're sat next to Kiri at a booth in your favorite burger joint. One heavy arm draped over your shoulders, the other holding a massive cheeseburger. You sit comfortably dressed in one of his hoodies, it falls all the way to your knees, drowning your body in fabric that smells like him.

   He takes one, huge, messy bite out of his burger. Lettuce and condiments flops onto his plate as you carefully bite your own.

  "You're an animal." You giggle up at him.

   He considers your statement as he chews, then leans down next to your ear once he's swallowed.

   "You like it." He whispers.

   Your spine goes rigid and blush heats your cheeks. Of course nobody heard, only a few others out at this hour, but you can't help but glance around the diner to make sure.

   You slap his arm and pout up at him.

  "That's not fair." You protest, but you can't help the smile that spreads when you see him beaming at you with all his pointy teeth on display.

   The rest of the night is spent full of laughter and teasing over milkshakes. You eventually wind up back home, tangled in bed together. After a change of bedding of course. You press yourself into Kirishima as much as you possibly can, though you'd both be content to melt into each other if it were possible. As you drift off, you thank your lucky stars for the man holding you, for the safety he provides, for such a dazzling first time. You're glad you waited, you'd do it again, you'd do it forever if it meant you could share it with Kirishima.     

[arrowflier]

can you write “Hit my husband again and I’ll fucking kill you” but this time Mickey says it 😯 always wondered how he respond to a lip and ian show down

The house was quiet when Mickey woke up from his accidental afternoon nap. He sighed into the pillow, stretching an arm over the space where Ian would normally lie.

It was cold. Of course it was—it was the middle of the fuckin’ day. Ian was probably still at work, at that dead-end job that barely even made a dent in the bills.

That made Mickey sigh for a different reason.

He was thinking about just staying there, going back to sleep until Ian got home. Ian would accuse him of sleeping all day anyway; he might as well make it true.

Then a crash sounded through the house, the outer wall vibrating against Mickey’s extended leg, and raised voices rose up through the floor vent.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Mickey heard Lip shout as he rolled off the bed and scrambled for the closed accordion door.

He ripped it open, stumbled out into the hallway, caught himself on the wall when another thud sounded from below.

“Was thinking I didn’t want to be little bitch like you,” Ian’s voice echoed up the stairs, gravely and rough.

There was a clatter, like dishes falling, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Well, Mickey thought absently. Guess Ian was home after all.

He hurried to the stairs, tripped over the first one, and kept going. When he got to the landing, he stopped, watching the carnage that was Ian and Lip Gallagher trying to pummel each other in the middle of the family kitchen.

Ian was winning, that was for damn sure. He had Lip in a headlock, using his height to his advantage, while his brother flailed. It didn’t last long, though, Ian’s arms loosening when he caught sight of Mickey with wide eyes, and Lip finally got in a solid hit to Ian’s gut.

Ian went down. Lip followed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mickey yelled out, rushing down the steps as soon as Ian fell. “The fuck is goin’ on down here?”

Neither Ian nor Lip responded, too busy grappling on the floor to spare him a glance. Ian kneed Lip in the groin—Lip pulled Ian’s hair. Ian hooked a leg around Lip’s and flipped them, pinning his older brother to the floor—Lip headbutted him, scrambling out from underneath.

Mickey was there when he stood, shoving Lip into the corner of the counter to get to Ian’s side. He reached down to grasp Ian’s arm, help him up, but his husband slapped his hand away, too preoccupied with a freshly bloodied nose to notice whose it was.

“Ian, hey!” Mickey yelped, shaking his hand out. “What are you hitting me for?”

“He does that,” Lip spit out off to the side, cradling his ribs as he leaned against the cabinets. “Likes to take shit out on people that are trying to help him.”

Oh, hell no.

Mickey left Ian there on the floor, holding his nose and staring up at Mickey apologetically, and marched the two steps over to Lip. He stood close, toe to toe, and leaned in even closer.

“The fuck you just say about him?” he hissed in Lip’s bruised face.

Lip blinked.

“He just quit his job, Mickey, he tell you that?” Lip asked. “He tell you he threw away the only good thing this family has right now?”

Mickey paused. Cut his eyes down to Ian without moving out of Lip’s space.

“That true?” he asked, and Ian didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough.

Mickey turned back to Lip.

“So he quit that stupid-ass job,” he said. “You started a fight over that?”

“We need the money, Mickey!” Lip cried. “Not like you’re helping out, and we can’t all live off stolen cereal all the time!”

“Yeah? Our contributions not enough for you, college?” Mickey asked. “How’s your job doin’ right now?”

“Mickey,” Ian said from the floor, quiet.

“Not now, Ian,” Mickey responded. “I’m taking care of something.”

He let his voice drop, pushing forward enough that Lip should be able to feel the heat of his breath, the heat behind his words.

“You don’t get to put that shit on Ian,” he growled. “Or on me. You’re a grown ass man, start acting like it.”

“He started it,” Lip said. “Threw a damn bowl at me when I told him he needed to go beg for that job back.”

“Don’t care who hit who first,” Mickey said flatly, not pulling back. “Or why. You hit my husband again at all, and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Lip swallowed, audibly. His eyes flitted off to the side.

“Whatever,” he said, feigning disinterest, and shoved at Mickey’s chest.

Mickey let him, falling back a step so Lip could move away from the counter. He watched as Lip left, not bothering to stop and help Ian, just going straight out the back door and letting it slam shut.

Mickey waited a breath, watching, but the door stayed closed. Then he went to Ian, and helped him up properly this time.

“You good?” Mickey asked. He didn’t specify as to what.

“Yeah,” Ian said on a sigh. “I’m good, Mick.”

“You sure?”

Ian offered a half-grimace, half-smile. “I’m sure. Families fight, Mickey, it’s nothing new.”

Mickey snorted. “Yeah, you think I don’t know that, wise guy?”

Ian’s smile turned real.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Sorry, that was stupid.”

“It’s okay,” Mickey told him, then, “I’m kinda proud of you, you know.”

“For quitting that job?” Ian asked. “I know you hated it.”

“No,” Mickey answered. “For beating the shit out of Lip.”

He waited as Ian laughed, watching the way it brought life back into his pained eyes.

“Now come on,” he said as the laughter began to fade. “There’s a warm spot on the bed callin’ your name, man, go get in it.”

Ian skated a hand over Mickey’s hip as he obediently moved toward the stairs.

“Are you coming with me?” he asked, and Mickey nodded.

They would talk about it later, he was sure. About the job, about Lip, about the future. About why Ian felt the need to fight his brother in the middle of the house, in the middle of the day, over something he would have agreed with about just hours ago.

But that could wait.

“Sure, Ian,” he said. “Let’s go enjoy our fucking extended honeymoon.”

[goldencherryhazz]

MY LITTLE DOROTHY

A/n: Literally the best outfit of love on tour! Repost from my other acc, enjoy:)

Warnings: smut, sub-Harry, anal play, unprotected sex, a whole lotta filth basically!

‘Y’ an come in now’ Harry had finally called from inside his dressing room. Your had been waiting for the past 5 minutes, clad in your bunny outfit and truly taking on the bunny facade as you stomped your foot in anticipation of what Harry could be wearing for his Harryween show, the only information your had was that him and Alessandro Michele had designed the outfit together, so you knew the outcome was going to be something extravagant.

You don’t hesitate to open the door, and when your eyes meet Harry’s your are fucking mesmerised, he was Dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard Of Oz, in a blue and white picnic blanket patterned dress’ oversea in little strawberries and apples, red tights, and some boots made to look like Dorothy’s iconic sparky red heels. And if it couldn’t get any better, he looked fucking adorable with the blush on his cheeks and mascara on his eyelashes s and the cherry on top was the little bow maintaining his unruly curls.

‘Do you think I look okay’ he say shifting on his heels, twiddling his fingers and you want to cry at the fact that he was a little nervous about his attire and what other people would think about it, you shut the dressing room door for a little privacy, he doesn’t miss the way you flick the lock shut aswell.

‘Baby, you look fucking beautiful’ you tell him truthfully, you can’t get over how pretty he is, it had honestly sent you brain haywire, you had to say you did feel very underdressed in your quiet classic bunny costume now.

‘Are you sure.’ He asks again and walk right up to him this time taking his hand in yours, ‘sweet boy as long as you feel comfortable in it and you want to wear it, I say fuck everyone else if they say something bad about it, what your are doing is soo inspiring, just fucking all the gender norms and crossing the invisible lines in the wardrobe and showing other people that it’s okay, and maybe every leading them to do what your doing after never feeling confident enough to do it before, because you have given them that confidence, and that makes me so fuckin’ proud bub’ he nods along with what you were saying still not fully with you but getting there.

Do you feel comfortable?’ you ask again.

‘Yes i do, feelin a bit cute’ he giggles making you smile.

‘I mean there’s a reason for that, you look fucking adorable. And your know what I know for a fact that everyone is going to love it, I know it.’

‘Thankyou darling, feel a lot better now’ he pulls you into his arms for a quick hug.

‘Good, now d’ya want me to show you how pretty I think your are baby?’ He doesn’t even have to ask what she means and doesn’t care that his cock gets hard at how quickly the tables have turned.

‘Yes please’ and you smirk at the feeling of his hard length against your thigh, you knew he was still a little nervous, a lot less than before and you just wanted him to appreciate himself more because sometimes he did a bad job at doing that, and this was pretty much the only way you knew how to. It is also for your sake because Harry in dresses did something to you and never failed to make your panties wet and you honestly don’t think you could wait till after the show, you had one hour to fufill your desires it wasn’t as much time you would have liked to spend on him but for now you would have to make do.

‘Get on the couch for me baby, all fours’ you tell him taking up the dominant facade that Harry usually took on in the bedroom, and you can’t lie when you say it excites you.

‘Yes angel’ he follows your order, getting on all fours on the leather couch his ass sticking out, giving you a glimpse of what was under the dress, his tights protruding in his crotch area and you can wait to explore what was underneath.

‘What should I do to you huh, what should I do to my pretty little Dorothy.’ You moved closer stroking over his ass, he wiggles it slightly at the contact.

‘Can I have your fingers, p-please’ he stutters, desperate for any kind of touch at this moment in time.

‘Where do you want my fingers baby boy’ the smirk on your face is cynical, bathing in your own dominance.

‘In my ass, want y-you to fuck my ass with your fingers please’ he begs and your can’t help but run over your clit with your fingers over the fabric of your costume, in attempt to relieve some of the tingling.

‘Good boy, asked so nicely, now you can have my fingers’ you kneel behind him and start pulling his tights down to his mid thigh, his cock springing out revealing he had forgone any underwear this evening his briefs probably being too tight to be worn aswell as the red tights,and the thought gets your even more flustered.

’Thankyou angel’ he mumbles into the couch cushions bunching the dress up to his chest in his hands making sure it wasn’t in the the way, and gives a small yelp when you abruptly squeezed the flesh of his ass in your hands.

‘Gonna get you all nice and wet for me okay’ you begin swirling your finger around his tight ring of muscles and he now and at the contact. You bring your hand back up to your mouth getting your fingers nice and wet making the experience more comfortable for Harry.

You bring your hand back down, circling his hole and dipping in every now and again to get him used to the feeling, you hadn’t done this in quite a while having been on tour, most nights he wanted to fuck the living daylights out of your because of his adrenaline highs, but oh how the roles have reversed now.

‘Please I’m ready, just want your fingers p-please’ you can tell by his tone that his is absolutely desperate.

‘Gotta be patient sweet boy, don’t wanna hurt you, want you to feel good.’ He gives in to your words and smooshed his head back into the couch cushions.

After a few minutes you decide he is finally ready, all nice and lubed up with the help of your saliva and loosened up a bit by your fingers. ‘Gonna make you feel good now baby’ he wiggles his ass in excitement at the promise. ‘Please, please, please.’ He begs and you respond by fully inserting your index finger curling it up. His moans full the room ‘fuck feels so good angel, give me more’ so you do as he say and start thrusting your finger in and out of his asshole, some adding another when his soft walls starts to open up more.

By now your are fucking him at a relentless pace, your fingers making squelching sounds as you thrust them, his moans are continuous and getting louder by the second.

‘Shit gonna make cum so hard angel, feels so good, can you please t-touch my cock, please.’

‘Yeah baby boy gonna cum hard for me, I’ll touch your cock and then I want you to come for me okay’

‘M’so close, shit’ he cries out.

You still your fingers for a second which he whines at, so you can reach around to grasp his veiny cock and begin pumping it at the same time. When you start fucking his ass again he cries out, the sensation feeling soo good. On one particular thrust you reach your fingers deep managing to brush his prostate his whole body spasming ‘shit, I’m gonna cum, can I cum please’

‘Cum for me baby boy, make a mess of yourself’ he does exactly that. After a few more thrust and pumps of your fingers and hard he is cumming hard, long spurts of thick cum landing on the couch and thank got it was leather, his hole fluttering sporadically, Harry swore he saw stars. You still your fingers but carry on pumping his cock, milking every last drop of his milky cum.

‘Shit, too much’ he slurs out and you instantly stop your movements, slowly removing your fingers only to put them in your mouth to get a taste of his sweet, mellow ass.

‘Y’okay baby boy’

‘Yes angel, feel all warm in my tummy, heads spinning a bit too, but it feels so nice’ he says dreamily.

‘Aww i’m glad, can you sit up for me baby’

‘Mhhh’ he moves his body upright and moves to sit down where his cum hasn’t dirtied the couch, you love to straddle him so you can give him a kissy which he soon replicates, grasping hold of your hips with his soft hands. When you feel his cock harden against your thigh again your open your eyes in surprise ‘didn’t think you had that much left in you, but look at you getting all hard again, such a dirty boy’

‘Can’t help it, you look hot too, walking around in that outfit, floundering that bunny tail, impossible not to get hard at’

‘Think you can cum for me again sweet boy’ you give him a few more pecks across his face.

‘Such a good boy for me aren’t you, gonna ride you baby if that okay’

‘Yeah want to to ride me, legs are still a little numb’ he smirks.

‘Oh poor baby’ you say quickly standing up to get ride of any clothing on your bottom half before straddling him again.

‘Y’ready’ you ask rubbing your built up slickness around your cunt with your finger, ‘can I have a taste’ he pleads. ‘Of course baby here you go’ you bring your finger up to his lips to which he quickly enclosed them and hims in delight when your sweet arousal spreads across his tongue, he sucks in your finger till it’s clean before you take it back out, his lips making a popping sound when you do.

Your take his cock in your hand and he hissed slightly, still a little sensitive, and you guide him to your entrance before sinking down fully into his, and he tips his head back thudding into the back of the couch, and you moan out eyes rolling at the feeling of your walls behind my full of his cock, the slight sting of his cock stretching your walls further adding to the pleasure. You start bouncing up and down, his cock felt so good inside you and the angle meant he was going really deep and you knew it would take you long to topple over the edge.

You grasp onto his hair at the base of his neck, trying not to disturb the bow on his head too much. His moans are going directly in your ear and going straight to your core, as his head is buried into your neck, finding the pleasure a lot to handle.

‘Shit I’m gonna cum soon’ you say thrusting even faster, bringing your hand down to your clit to rub deep circles to get your there quicker.

‘Fuck’ he moans, his balls tingling as he gets close to another orgasm and he knows that he’s literally going to explode inside you very soon.

You begin to clench around him, and without any words being spoken you both know that your are about to cum, and after a few more deep thrusts you fall over the edge. Your toes curling, body spasming around him, your cunt squeezing round him which leads his to his second orgasm of the night, he squeezes his eyes shut an grits his teeth body shaking as he shoots his load deep inside your, and you can tell it’s a lot when his cum starts falling out of your pussy even with his cock still buried inside you. It takes a few minutes for you to both come down from you high, your warm breaths dancing from each other as you try to regain any sense or reality.

You eventually pull his head from your neck, ‘you okay bub’ and you wish you had a camera on your when you get a proper look at his face, all hazy and fucked out mascara running down his cheeks from the overstimulation of cumming twice, you just wanted to capture this moment and keep it forever.

‘Feel incredible angel, thankyou for showing me how pretty I am.’ He smiles his eyes still shut from the exhaustion of their previous activities.

And you smile at his admittance, glad that he could finally see it and believe when you said that he was beautiful. You would usually call him cocky but you didn’t have the energy to, ‘that’s okay…my little Dorothy.

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 9th feb 2021 | 

pairing : bakugou, todoroki, shinso x gn!reader [separate]

genre : angsty fluff

warnings : mentions of toxic relationships/toxic past, abuse, read note below,

themes : toxic relationships, hurt, not specified trauma, only talk, mutual pining

note : i’ve never seen a headcanon for this and of course i would never write about this if i didn’t have experience on this and how it feels and i wouldn’t write about this if i didn’t know how much it hurts and sticks with someone, i’m not saying you can’t write about such events if you haven’t been through it but the emotions you can feel when in a toxic relationship is much more complex than one might think, i’m proud of everyone who’s been through this if you want to talk about this or you’re going through something right now my dms are open always <3

[ bakugou ]

> before you and bakugou started dating you knew you liked eachother but neither of you made a move

> that was until he realised his feelings for you couldn’t just pass with time

> he knew however much he tried you’d still make him feel funny whenever he sees you

> so he decided to ask you on a date, he didn’t show it but when you said yes he was over the moon

> since this is your first date since you had been in a toxic relationship you were nervous

> the first date went amazing he held you hand after you got ice cream and you got coffee, drinking it as you walked in the moonlight

> ‘y/n, i uhh- i like you a lot’ he said cringing a little as he blushed, you were both leaning against a railing which was placed over beach watching the waves crash against the sand as the moon shon over

> ‘i like you too katsuki’ you smiled blushing as a unknown feeling creeped up your body, it was unknown in a good way but it still made you feel uncomfortable and weary

> bakugou noticed your furrowed eyebrows ‘are you feeling okay?’

> you nodded quickly not wanting to talk about how you felt since it always led to arguments with them

> ‘in that case’ he cupped your face gently with his pulling you in, ‘you’re mine’ he grinned placed a soft kiss on your lips which you returned

> you’ve been together a couple weeks now, almost a month

> bakugou has realised you’re not the same as you were before you were dating he knew some things would change since you’re dating now but he didn’t think you’d be distant

> if anything he thought you’d be closer to him and he couldn’t help but think if it was because of him

> everytime you’re alone he notices you tensing up a little when he touches you, whether it’s a hand around your shoulder or on your face you tense up

> but you don’t do that when mina or your friends touch you so he was convinced it was him

> after you had only glanced at him not talked to him through school again he decided he had to talk to you about this

> he knocked on your door as a warning before walking in, you were sat at your desk watching anime and he frowned a little

> he knows he isn’t too affectionate or by any means perfect as a boyfriend but you’re always watching movies with other people or series and he wanted to do that but everytime he brought up the idea of spending time watching something together you never got around to doing it, acting as if you forgot

> ‘y/n what the hell is going on?’ he frowned as you looked up with fear in your eyes

> ‘i- what do you mean’ he didn’t notice the fear he was thinking about every possible reason for your distance

> ‘i mean am i not fucking good enough anymore?, we’re meant to be closer as a couple not fuckin further apart’ he raised his voice a little as he walked towards your desk

> ‘i don’t get what you mean uh, am i being too much?’ you respond, you always got told you were too pushy and needy so you didn’t want to make the same mistake with bakugou

> ‘i mean why the fuck don’t you even touch me for fuck sake, y/n you barely fucking hang out with me i barely know anything about you because you don’t stay and talk to me for more than 10 fuckin minutes’ he edged closer to you now towering over you,

> ‘i-i uhm’ your words got caught in your throat as his arm left his side and as he opened his mouth you flinched shutting your eyes and shaking a little as tears filled your eyes

> then there was silence, he was trying to get him hair out of his eyes, ‘did- did you think that i was going to..’ he was hurt that you thought he’d do that, that he made you feel unsafe

> ‘y/n...’ you looked up at him, he saw the tears peaking out of the corner of your eyes slowing lifting his hand to wipe it

> ‘has someone done that to you before’ you nod as he placed his chin on your shoulder carefully rubbing your back up and down soothingly, he didn’t know how it felt but he knows that nobody deserves this and if he can help in any way he will, even if it means letting down his guard for you

> you explained how the last person you were with didn’t like your affection and love because you showed it to your friends and they wanted you to only show him love and no one else

> ‘y/n i’m not angry that you show your friends love idiot, it’s because you don’t let yourself open up to me, i want you to feel safe alright idiot not the other away around, i’ll help.. and for the record i don’t care if you hug and show them extras love that doesn’t bother me just don’t let yourself be so guarded around me, i’m here for you to feel safe alright’

> you nod wrapping your arms around bakugous torso as he picks you up still rubbing your back, he sat on the bed leaning back letting your head rest on his chest

> ‘now what’s that extras name teddybear’

[ todoroki ]

> todoroki made you feel safe but that feeling is new to you so you didn’t understand what it was

> before you started dating you both got close as friends, you knew you liked him but being friends made you feel safe with him and dating has scared you, he didn’t know much about your last relationship only that it hurt you

> but he didn’t know that meant they literally hurt you

> so when he asked you, you said yes because of how amazing and happy it made you feel

> before you started dating you always laid your head on his lap to nap or talk to him, you were open and honest

> but you didn’t know how to act, you wanted to be yourself but that wasn’t enough then with them so why would it be now you thought

> todoroki noticed your change in behaviour and also noticed you always change when he’s around which led him to believe that he made you uncomfortable

> so when you were sat watching a movie he asked you getting a little insecure and heated

> ‘y/n do i make you uncomfortable?’ he said noticing how your eyes widen

> ‘no! how funny.. of course not’ you smiled which was clearly a fake smile to him and you wouldn’t have answered him like that if you didn’t have this act on

> ‘then why are you acting different? please don’t lie to me.. i don’t like this you seem like a different person and i don’t know why’

> ‘how would you want me to act shoto’ you replied with the same look in your eyes, you weren’t being sarcastic you genuinely wanted to know and that made him confused

> ‘y/n i don’t .. control you, be yourself.. is this really what you think of me, you think i want you to change how you act, your personality’ he moved his hand from his hair moving towards your face making you shut your eyes flinching

> his eyes widened at this, his hand was on your shoulder he was trying to comfort you but before he could get his words out you flinched at him ‘y/n.. what was that’

> he moved his hand away in fear that he’d scare you again

> you wiped away the tears forming as he looked at you with sadness, ‘i’m sorry’ you spluttered out as you moved to get up and leave

> before you could you felt a cautious hand hold yours ‘talk to me, please’

> you sat back down, his hand still in yours his thumb grazing over your hand soothing you

> ‘i told you about my ex, i was never enough so i acted different.. just to please him, i could never be myself and when i was myself.. he didn’t like it’ you said staring at your hands

> he moved his hand up slowly so you could see and placed it on your cheek as he moved towards you

> ‘y/n i fell in love with you, no one else only you, you’re more than enough for me, i don’t want some other version of you i want all of you. you’re perfect to me and if they don’t appreciate that then they’re fucking stupid’ you smiled a little at his uncharacteristic swearing

> ‘i love you, thank you sho’ you rested your head on his lap, your head faced his shirt he leaned down turning your head, kissing you slowly as you hummed into the kiss smiling feeling that same safe feeling you felt before but this time the feeling was stronger

> ‘don’t thank me my love’

[ shinso ]

> you first met shinso at the sports festival and since you’re in different classes you don’t spend time together during school time other than a couple minutes at lunch

> you both started meeting up more and more until you realise you like him a lot

> you refused to date him even if he does like you you couldn’t date him because of your ex, you were afraid of getting hurt again

> shinso knows you like him because of the way you look at him and stare at him across the cafeteria and the way you get flustered everytime he comes over

> your friends knew how much you like him and told you to go for it but since they’re the ones you went to when you finally broke it off with your ex they understand why you shouldn’t

> the only one who didn’t agree and told you not to date him was bakugou ‘are you fucking stupid!? they’re not getting hurt again they don’t need him’ he was a little too protective

> when he told you he liked you, you panicked ‘i uh, i like you too but i just, i can’t sorry’ and with that you panicked running away

> the next day he found you at the lockers the halls empty ‘what was that yesterday?’

> ‘sorry i’m not good with this’ you mumbled as he got confused

> ‘are you dating bakugou is that why you can’t be with me?’ he said observing your reaction sighing when you started panicking

> ‘what?.. no! i don’t.. i’m not with bakugou i’m just not-’

> ‘y/n.. i like you a lot i do but this is.. messy bakugou came and threatened me earlier’ you flinched shaking as he moved his hand closer, not thinking you thought he was going to hurt you because of your indecisiveness

> immediately after he took you in his arms ‘shit what the fuck.. y/n i’m sorry’ he held you as you teared up telling you about why you don’t feel ready and that’s why bakugou threatened him

> ‘i’ll wait, for now we can just be friends until you’re comfortable alright kitten?’ his chin rested on your head until he looked down at you and took both his thumbs wiping both cheeks pressing a small kiss to your cheek

> after a couple months of hanging out and being friends you were talking to your friends

> ‘alright i guess he’s fine’ bakugou admitted as you talked to them about how you felt

> you called shinso ‘hey shinso come over to class a’s dorms’

> as soon as he arrived you sat in your room gaming, after a few rounds passed you took your controller from him placing it beside you and turning to face him on your bed

> ‘shinso’

> ‘yes kitten’

> you grinned as he raised his brow smiling back at you his purple locks framing his face, ‘i’m ready’

> as soon as those words left your lips he jumped at you climbing on top of you as you giggled, he tickled you making you laugh harder

> after a couple minutes of play fighting he layed his head on your chest smiling furiously but not letting you see that

> ‘then you’re mine’

A/N :

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[pentacass]

For the ask oc thing; lana and vestra? Whichever you feel more comfortable doing : )

well hey there nonny. did u see my warning >:3c thanks for this ask!!!

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Lana: acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time Ves: acts of service, gift giving, physical touch

They have ‘acts of service’ in common and it causes a lot of friction between them. They have their own ideas of what’s the best thing to do for the other, and are adamant about it despite protests from their partner.

🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general?

Lana: “It’s my birthday. Let’s have a meal together? :)”

Lana tends to forget her birthday sometimes, but treats it as an opportunity to spend time with those close to her.

Ves: “What the fuck are you talking about I was never born shut up”

Ves tried to avoid her birthday. Tried. Her crew figured out the date Ves gave them was a phony (it’s the day she was thrown into the Sith academy). Lana revealed her actual birthday and the crew finally celebrated it on the correct damn day.

Andronikos nearly got his face smacked when he mentioned Ves had tears in her eyes.

🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself?

Neither have! But I like to think Ves gets either red or purple streaks in her hair after leaving the Empire for good.

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

They’re both eloquent, but Ves is better suited to giving inspiring speeches.

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

Lana: Lana feels like a very straightforward person - if she likes someone, she’ll say it. She’ll flirt, pay more attention, sneak in touches (if appropriate), typical stuff. She makes them a priority, watches out for them. Work takes up most of her time, but she’ll find a way to be there for them.

Ves: She goes into vehement self-denial and plays hot-and-cold with the other. She’ll try to distance herself, then come close when she can’t keep it in, then distance herself again out of regret, on and on. And yeah, she did this with Lana. This is why I call her a clown. She is a fuckin clown!11!!1!!

👪 - What’s their relationship with their parents like?

Lana: As close as any other. Her parents were well-off and gave her everything she wanted - with certain limits to instill discipline. They were proud of her when she entered the Sith academy, and she was reluctant to leave them behind. She regretted not keeping in closer contact before they passed in an accident, but life goes on, and so has she.

Ves: Very close. As a child, her world consisted of her parents and the starship they lived in. They traveled the length of the galaxy, and her parents were the only constants in her life. Even when they were enslaved, her parents protected her the best they could. Being forced to kill them left scars on her psyche that she may never fully heal from.

🐒 - What’s their favorite animal?

Lana: She had a tooka cat back home, but never saw it again after she left for the academy. No strong feelings towards any animal.

Ves: Lana in bed Same as Lana, no strong feelings. But if she had the time and patience, she likes the idea of having a tuk’ata as a guard dog.

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

Lana: Wet. Inconvenient. Seen too much of it on Dromund Kaas, too little on Korriban. But whatever, ya know? It’s just the weather.

Ves: Likes it. When she was younger, she had a thing where she’d hide out somewhere in the rain so no one would come looking for her.

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

Lana: Other than writing poetry and studying philosophy regarding the Force, she likes to work out. It helps to work off stress and keeps her in shape.

Ves: Cooking. Eating. Bothering her darling wife. She likes cutting and shaping crystals too - it’s an artisan craft that helps her keep sane.

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

Lana: Somewhere safe to lie down. She isn’t picky, and is rugged enough to be able to sleep anywhere.

Ves: She doesn’t sleep willingly. She can sleep anywhere too, but it’s necessity trained as a slave. Having creature comforts taken away was a constant.

🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride?

Lana: A nice enough diversion, but she can think of better places to be. Favourite is roller coaster.

Ves: Fun! Anything extreme enough to make her feel like she’ll shit her soul out.

🗺️ - What languages do they speak?

Lana: Basic, Sith, Huttese. Pretty typical choice of languages for Imperials. She’s comfortable relying on translators for others.

Ves: Basic, Sith, Huttese, Rakatan, Togruti, Kaleesh. She likes studying languages, and does mental translations constantly in her head as a layer of mental defense.

🍳 - How well can they cook? 🍪 - How well can they bake?

Lana: Her cooking is average. Or ‘functional’, Ves likes to call it - she keeps things basic or follows recipes to the letter, doesn’t get creative with them. She doesn’t bake, but starts to learn some basic stuff from Ves.

Ves: She does both very well. It’s a point of pride for her, and she enjoys feeding her loved ones.

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Lana: Ves’ confidence. And when Ves really exerts her power in the Force, the air around her warps and bends, becomes charged - Lana finds it intoxciating. But what gets her most is how soft Ves can be when she’s comfortable with Lana, and lets her guard down.

Ves: Washboard abs and arms that lift her from the ground easily 👀 Lana’s calm, logical manner anchors her, but the fierceness of Lana’s love is what makes her heart leap every single time. Lana is a source of emotional stability and unconditional love she has needed for the longest time.

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

They both prefer dresses, though Ves wears it more often than Lana.

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Lana: Acknowledgement of her advice and effort. Be there to catch her when she slips or needs time to rest. Be sincere instead of trying to lie or manipulate her.

Ves: Just be a decent person. Really. Just...show her that you’re more than what she was forced to be, as Sith. Be loyal, be honest, and stay even when she’s being difficult.

☕ - Coffee or tea?

Tea for Lana. Caf for Ves.

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

Lana: Fun, even though they make her more aware of shadows for the rest of the night.

Ves: They’re afraid?? Of ghosts? Haha. Hahahahaha. AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

No stuffed animals for either. But Lana once gave Ves a figurine of a tooka cat because it made her think of Ves. It’s on Ves’ nightstand on the ship.

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

They try to impress less often now, safe in a stable and committed relationship. In the beginning, though...

Lana: She doesn’t believe in putting on appearances, but makes an effort to be capable in every way, making sure Ves is covered. Darth Avriss is being cornered politically or stuck in a bad position on the battlefield? Key intel appears in her databanks, reinforcements are coming. On a date? She has studied the area and knows every establishment with good food and entertainment. In bed? Lie down sweetheart and let my mouth do the work.

Ves: She doesn’t exercise her power as Darth to impress. She flaunts her wealth, beauty, and boobs sexuality for superficial impressions, but becomes a lot more sincere with Lana. Starts cooking for her, watching out for her needs, showering her with gifts. Ves has near-infinite resources, so come here, and let her take care of you.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

Lana: Steak, the occasional cheesecake, fresh bread with butter.

Ves: Soups (sour and spicy, or creamy), cake, chocolate wafers. (Fun fact!! Those wafers I keep mentioning in fic? Imagine Loacker’s Quadratini wafers.)

🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids?

Neither had strong feelings or even plans to have kids, until Ves brings it up (after tons nagging from Khem, of all people). They’re unsure at first, but grow more comfortable with the idea over time. Start planning and finally have two kids they love more than anything.

🐾 - Do they have any pets?

Nope. They don’t have the time to keep any pets. They may get one after lots of pleading from their kids though. Who knows? :))

🏳️‍🌈 - What do they identify as? What are their pronouns?

Both are cis women, she/her. Lana’s bi, Ves is lesbian.

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

Lana: Sweetheart, my love, honey, baby. Though Ves only uses the last one in private. How flustered she gets depends on how Ves purrs into her ear.

Ves: Darling, my love/dear, brat. Similarly, last one in private, due to obvious reasons lmao. Initially, it stops her brain. Later it just warms her heart in a really good way.

(man i gotta think of more unique pet names lmao)

🌳 - What’s their extended family like?

Their extended family is the SI crew, the core Alliance squad (Aelirra who’s the Commander, Theron, Koth, Senya, Arcann), Vette, Kira.

SI crew is pretty self-explanatory, and Vette joins them eventually (will write this in fic). Alliance squad due to Lana. Kira due to her relationship with Aelirra. All of them are involved with Ves and Lana’s family one way or another, helping to care for their kids, etc. Their son, Aiden, will end up being trained as a Jedi under Aelirra and Kira.

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holy shit u made it to the end i’m sorry thanks for reading