#swat kats x reader

[reareaotaku]

Chance Furlong Headcanons

He liked you before you liked him

Whatever you do, he makes it 10x harder with all the things the S.W.A.T KATS do. Always causing mayhem and chaos wherever they are

He tries to hit on you, but you always blow him off

You talk to him as T-bone, but it's short more often than not

Though, in his civilian form, Chance Furlong, you're more inclined to carry on a conversation with him

It's more playful demanor. He tries asking you out and you always have some excuse that you can't go

"This Friday? Oh, I'm sorry, but I have to work-"

"Is there any day you don't work?"

"The days you're busy probably."

This man is persistent and won't give up just because you've blown him off

He worries about you a lot. So much so, that he ends up giving you a communication device

You'll roll your eyes and forget about it, until you really need it

^ T-bone even installs a different alarm for your communicator

You don't want to use it, but when you're tied up to a pole by Dr. Viper as he mixed chemical you see the communicator. Your hands were bound, but your feet were not. You groaned, before sighing and clicking it with the tip of your shoe

You were lucky you called them when you did, because if you hadn't you would of had been a goner, because he had a needle filled with chemicals and was going to kill you

He was really worried about you and checked you all over

"I'm fine-"

"I'm just making sure you're okay-"

"Well," You brush off your blouse, "I'm fine. So, you can shoo shoo-"

"Shoo shoo?" He laughs as you roll your eyes

"You can leave. Maybe do your thing and catch the guy"

He looks behind him, before shrugging, "I'm sure Razor's got it. So-"

"No"

"You didn't even let me finish," He tilts his head, reaching for your cheek, but you pull back

"I don't have too. I know you like the back of my hand"

"You know me so well, yet you won't let me take you out?"

You sigh, before looking up at him, "You know what, 'T-bone', if world peace comes tomorrow, I'll go anywhere with you"

"Not even one coffee date?"

"Not even one day without crime," You boop his nose, before waving to him, "I'll see you the next time crime hits the town"

Your relationship takes a turn from there. You become more playful towards him

Share little quips & playful remarks

You're not as short with him and start to hold longer conversations with the male

"What do I owe the honor?"

"Seeing you is all I need to see you"

"Mmm, aren't you a charmer?"

[rainrot4me]

Forgive, But Don’t Forget Me

Summary: Katsuki takes you home from a UA class reunion party where you had one too many drinks. You get a little handsy, and Katsuki has to figure out how to deal with you and his emotions.

Characters: Pro Katsuki Bakugo x Pro Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Drunk fucking, inappropriate touching, repressed emotions, eating out, fingering, vaginal, fucking your ex, reconciliation, scratching, sappy, dry humping, clothed fucking

Words: 3.6k

A/N: This story is HEAVILY inspired by @/duskumes' comic on twitter! Go check it out!

Katsuki’s patience had run out hours ago. 

He knew it wasn’t his fault that you drank no less than twelve shots of straight vodka, but in the end, he was the one wrapping your arm around his shoulders as he walked you to his car. You were a babbling mess, barely able to thank him as he buckled you into the passenger seat, leaning over your body to lock the buckle in. 

It was no secret the two of you had dated back at UA, but that was years ago. But somehow, everyone at the UA class reunion party thought he was the most fit to take care of you. Your flirty little hands grabbed at him all through the party, making snarky little comments about his muscles and dick size until he couldn’t take it anymore and shuffled you out the door. He was quick on the goodbyes to his friends, too preoccupied with swatting your hand away from groping him. As Katsuki slid into the driver's seat of his sports car, you leaned on the console, fluttering your pretty eyes at him. “So, do I get to suck your dick now?” Katsuki’s eyes shot wide, taken aback by your brass statement, alcohol swaying your words to an uncomfortable point. “No,” He huffed, bucking his own seatbelt and starting the car. “Hands to yourself.” You huffed, crossing your arms dramatically as you pouted your lips. Katsuki rolled his eyes, shifting into drive as he quickly pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. His radio mumbled some rap music, keeping the music low so as not to overstimulate your already dizzy head and leading to you puking all over his car. 

“It’s soooo hot.” You groaned, leaning into the seat. Katsuki glanced at you, rolling his eyes as he flipped the A/C up, letting the cold air blast onto you. You huffed, spreading your legs wide and causing your short dress to ride up your thighs, your panties peeking out just enough for Katsuki to quickly avert his gaze, gritting his teeth and gripping the steering wheel tighter. This was incredibly frustrating. You watched as the bright street lights zoomed past the window, the freeway mostly empty as it was so late into the night. Your eyes sparkled, looking over to Katsuki and grinning smugly. “Y’know, I’m real good at road head.” You giggled, sliding your hand over to rub his thigh only for it to be smacked away. “I’m well aware.” He grunted, leaning his elbow against the door and his head into his hand. The truth is he was more than aware. He remembered your days sneaking into each other’s dorm rooms like it was yesterday, recalling every time you sunk to your knees any time he asked. He groaned, rubbing his temple as he sped up.

“That party was soo boring, wasn’t it Kat?” You smiled, leaning onto the console and resting your head in your hand. Katsuki turned to look at you, his eyes rolling as he huffed a laugh. “Sure was, until you outdrank everyone there.” You giggled, laying your head on the console. “Not true… Pretty sure Mina had one more than me.” Katsuki adjusted his position, awkwardly laying his hand on your back as you lay on the console. “Difference is she can hold her alcohol.” He chuckled, turning his blinker on and pulling off to a side road leading to your apartment. You giggled. “I can hold your dick.” You ran your hand to his crotch, palming his slacks before he grabbed your wrist tightly and threw it back to your side. “God. I’ve never met anyone who gets this horny drunk.” You sat up, leaning into your seat. “Just horny for you and your big cock.” Katsuki stared at you, knotting his brows before turning back to the road. “Shut it.”

He pulled down your drive, the condos and high-rise apartments of the city shining brightly from the street. Katsuki pulled into the parking garage adjacent to your building, sliding into a spot and shutting the car off. You fiddled with your seatbelt, Katsuki leaning over and clicking the button. He jolted back, your hands pressing onto his chest as you quickly invaded his personal space and pressed your face way too close to his. “Nobody here but us… Let me suck you off…” You hummed, running your hand down his stomach but getting cut off as he gripped your wrist tightly. “You’re drunk. Hell no.” He scoffed, pushing you back into your seat as he unbuckled himself and popped out of the car. Circling to your side, he hauled you out, wrapping his arm around your waist as you nuzzled close to his muscled torso, rubbing your hands over his stomach and feeling his abs through the button-up shirt. Katsuki tried his best to ignore you. Hauled into the elevator, he pressed your floor number, a little shocked he still remembered which one.

Your head rested on his chest, your whole body weight being held up by his arms. It had been so long since he held you like this since he had done anything with you. It was so nice, his cologne filling your nose and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Your mind was dizzy, thoughts unorganized as all you could focus on was the man holding you, your former lover in your arms again. Katsuki enjoyed the quiet as you rode up the floors, gripping your side tightly to make sure your knees didn’t buckle under you. Seeing you like this was hard. Seeing you at all was hard. This was the first time Katsuki had even spoken to you in months, your relationship dying shortly after you both graduated from UA to ‘focus on hero work.’ The work kept you both preoccupied, sure, but seeing you after all this time felt like he had never left in the first place. You were still you.

As the elevator dinged, the doors slid open and Katsuki hoisted you out into the carpeted hallway. He found your room, typing in the little access code he forgot he even knew and shuffling inside. It smelled like how he remembered it. Citrus and vanilla, your scent. He tossed his keys on the kitchen counter, kneeling to help you slide your heels off. You pressed your hands on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself as he worked on the overlapping straps. “You look so good down there…” You giggled, running your hand through his spiked hair. He groaned, standing to take his shoes off before leading you to your bedroom. 

He pushed open the door, flipping the lights on as he helped you onto your bed. “Get changed. I’m going to grab you some medicine.” He commanded, sliding his suit jacket off and tossing it on the accent chair decorating the space. You smirked, pulling at the bottom of your dress and slowly slipping it off. Katsuki’s face blew red quickly, spinning on his heels and stepping out of the room quickly. “Oh come on Kat! Don’t wanna help me undress?” You called down the hall, teasing him. Rolling his eyes, he stepped into your bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, shuffling through the random painkillers and allergy meds until he found a bottle of morning-after pills and shook a few into his hand. He shuffled to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. As he turned, he finally saw just how messy your space was. 

To-go bags littered the living room, unclean dishes were piled in the sink, and random clothes were half-folded on your couch. Katsuki cringed, wondering how a person as organized and upkeep as yourself managed to not only get yourself wasted but let your apartment run to crap too. He stepped back into your room, relieved to see you were in an oversized shirt and not completely naked. You lay on your bed, eyes half closed as Katsuki sat next to you. “Take these. It’s to help your nausea.” He instructed, opening the water bottle for you and handing it to you as you swallowed the pills. You smiled at him, your goofy grin making him chuckle. He patted you on the knee, going to stand and leave before you gripped his arm. “What? All that and you still won’t fuck me?” You slurred, rising to your knees and wrapping your arms around his. Shaking you off, he stood at the end of your bed, watching as you pouted your lips dramatically. “You’re drunk. Goodnight [Y/N].” As he turned, you jumped down from the bed, barely connecting your steps as you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him to stop. 

Laying your forehead in the center of his back, you breathed in that smell one more time, the flush on your cheeks burning wonderfully. “I haven’t fucked anyone since you.” You mumbled all too fast, Katsuki glancing behind him to confirm if he heard you correctly. He gripped your arm, pulling you in front of him to face your beat-red face as you stared at him. “Nobody.” You urged, standing as still as you could as Katsuki’s hands gripped either arm tightly. You shook out of his grasp, stepping back to sit at the end of your bed before your dizziness became too much. “Kinda ruined all other dicks for me anyways,” you laughed awkwardly. 

Katsuki stood silent, staring at your face as he puzzled his words together carefully. He ran his hand through his hair, sighing as he felt defeated by your pitiful face. “It’s not like I’ve had time for anyone else either.” He groaned, staring at the floor. 

The air turned awkward. Both of you stared anywhere but at each other as you could feel your buzz slowly fading, a headache replacing it. “I’ve only ever been with you, Kat.” You admitted quietly, looking him directly in his fiery eyes as you fiddled with your fingers. “No one else really does it for me like you.”

Katsuki sighed, shuffling over to sit down next to you, silently cursing to himself. Truth was, Katsuki only ever thought about you after the breakup. It wasn’t like he wanted to end things, but he felt he needed to prioritize his career before all else after school. He looked for other partners, going on a date here or there, but no one ever matched the energy you brought him. Even years later, no one still did. “It’s never been anyone but you.” He sighed, glancing at you as your eyes sparkled so beautifully. Slinking your hand to his thigh, you gripped reassuringly. This time he didn’t push you away. You dared, leaning forward, just inches away from his face. 

“[Y/N].” He breathed, staring at your lips. 

“Katuski.” You returned, staring into his eyes.

He closed the space first, quickly wrapping his hand behind your head and pressing your lips together. It made you moan the way his lips danced so perfectly with yours, every tug and tightening grip rushing your memories back to you. Oh, how you missed this. You swung your leg over his lap, straddling him as you tangled your hands in his hair. But his hands were quick to pull you closer to him, cupping under your ass and pulling you flush against him. His moans were lethal, small grunts and gasps while he squeezed your legs and devoured you with his lips. You could feel his bulge grow under you, smirking into the kiss as you subtly pushed your hips down harder, a long groan falling from his lips. It didn’t take much before his hands were gripping your hips, forcefully grinding your cunt against his erection. Grunts and sighs mixed between both of you as Katsuki slipped his tongue into your mouth. The friction was heavenly, your panties and his slacks the only separation from him pressing into you, which he very badly wished to do.

Before you knew it he flipped you over, towering over you as he pressed your legs back, marveling at the wet spot that tinted your panties. He flicked his thumb over the area, your thighs clenching when he brushed your clit. Unbuttoning his shirt, he peeled it off his torso, his thick arm muscles leaving you a red mess under him. Chuckling, he sunk back over you, latching his lips to your neck as he unzipped his slacks and shoved them down his muscular legs and to the floor. His dark boxers did a horrible job at hiding his large erection, the bulge finding its way to your clothed cunt and grinding up onto you. You choked out a gasp, Katsuki’s hips rhythmically thrusting against yours as he ground against you, practically fucking you. It sent you spiraling, your clit throbbing under the pressure while he nibbled on your ear, grunting ever so slightly. It was so erotic. “Kat… fuck-” You gasped, his pace increasing as he cupped his hands under your knees and pressed them back, giving him a better angle to rut against your clit.

You were going to cum and he hadn’t even taken off your panties yet. You felt the knot tighten, eyes rolling as Katsuki’s bulge pressed down on you and abused your swollen clit. He nudged his head into the crook of your neck, moaning through gritted teeth. You whined loudly, pleasure crashing through you as you released into your panties, Katsuki’s thrusts slowing to grind deeper and harder and ride you through your orgasm. You hadn’t come on someone else’s touch in so long, but as you caught your breath, you knew you couldn’t stop at just one. 

Katsuki peppered kisses onto your cheeks and whispered about how good you did, holding his hips still but flush against your cunt as the damp spot slowly grew. Kissing his lips, you smiled, wiping his bangs away from his sweat-glistened face. “Can I suck your dick now?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his jawline. It was so barely noticeable, but the gasp that left his lips made your body shoot to life. Katsuki leaned back, slinking his rough hands up your thighs and fiddling with the lacey hem of your panties, his cock very obviously twitching impatiently in his boxers. He finally locked eyes with you, your red cheeks and puffy lips sending a shiver up his spine. “Only if you let me eat you out.”

Goosebumps rose on your skin as you sat up, letting Katsuki slip under your hips and lay face-to-face with your clothed cunt. It was beyond embarrassing, it was plain filthy. Deciding not to psyche yourself out about it, you leaned forward, slipping your fingers under the band of his boxers and sliding them down, gasping when his large erection sprung up in front of your face. Katsuki gasped behind you, hands gripping your hips tightly as he moved your panties to the side. It was a sight he missed way too much, brows knitting as he strained his neck to lick a stripe up your folds. Heavenly was the only word for it, little mewls and gasps echoing each other’s lips as you licked a stripe up the length of his cock. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol still messing with your brain, but every swipe of Katsuki’s sinful tongue on your clit made your entire body electrify. However, Katsuki grew impatient of straining his neck to reach your delicious cunt and gripped your hips tightly, slamming them down against his face as he slinked his tongue into your entrance. 

Your back arched, hips grinding to meet the pace of his tongue curling into you. You hadn’t realized you were leaving Katsuki’s cock unattended till it was twitching in your hand, begging to be touched. You pressed the head into your mouth, bobbing shallowly as you moaned on his tip, way too preoccupied with his tongue inside of you. It was like he was hypnotizing you, every arch of his tongue making your back arch the same. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking more and more of his length into your mouth until you were choking. You bobbed your head, sucking what you could and jerking off what you couldn’t. You missed the feeling of Katsuki in your mouth, relishing the sweet taste of his precum as it rubbed against your tongue. He was grunting into your cunt, nails digging into your hips as he forcefully ground your hips against his tongue. 

The tell-tale signs Katsuki was about to come were showing themselves, the high-pitched grunts and the bucking hips speeding up his tip at the edge. You could feel his hands tightening, his moans growing louder as he refused to let off of your cunt, choosing to suffocate rather than miss out on one second of your sweet taste. You accommodated, pressing your hips down and bobbing deeper on his length until you choked, and even then holding there a little longer. Katuski whined, bucking his hips up one final time before he spilt into your mouth, the warm seed shooting down your throat and coating your tongue with a sweet taste. He was a moaning mess against your cunt, only letting off to breathe when you forced your hips up. 

“Get over here, fuck-” He growled, gripping your hips and flipping you onto your back before he climbed on top of you. His face was flushed, sweat glistening as his bangs stuck to his forehead. You thought he looked cute, but your sweet thoughts were interrupted as Katsuki lined his cock up with your entrance, rubbing the head against your clit before ever so slowly sinking the tip in. He was careful to gauge your reactions, stopping when you hissed and pushing when you moaned. He was precise about it all, gritting his teeth as your warmth squeezed him perfectly. “This pussy belongs to me, got it?” He growled as he bottomed out, your groans music to his ears. “Got it?” He urged again, gripping your jaw tightly as he began to slowly thrust into you, your walls constricting him so perfectly. You nodded quickly, arms wrapping around his neck as he drove into you, pace quickening. He released your jaw, gripping the sheets under you to stabilize himself so he could snap his hips to meet yours. 

Moans and gasps echoed, each thrust sending you jerking against the bed before you were sinking back onto his cock. “You take me so good… Don’t know how I ever left this pussy…” He groaned, gritting his teeth as he stared into your heavy eyes. He scooped his hands under your knees, pressing them back roughly as he plowed into you. The angle left you gasping, his cock reaching impossibly deep as connected your lips to his, muffling your loud moans. 

The bed creaked loudly, the headboard softly knocking the wall as it matched Katsuki’s thrusts, each slap of your skin echoing loudly. “Kat- Ahh..” You moaned, arching your back and whining at the angle, each thrust sending Katsuki’s cock ramming against your g-spot. It didn’t take long before you were wrapping your arms around his back and clawing deeply, each rapid-fire thrust making your nails sink. Katsuki was relishing in it, the sweet pain mixing with the tight heat around his cock. God, how he missed you. He didn’t know who he had to thank for bringing you back to him, but thank you.

He pressed your knees back further, leaning in to wrap his lips with yours as he felt his release building. Your pleasure rising as well. With a few final thrusts, you were cumming around his cock, your walls squeezing incredibly tight as you moaned into his mouth. Katsuki could barely thrust into you anymore, his hips bucking roughly as he groaned against your tightness. That was all it took before he pulled out of you quickly, thrusting into his hand and releasing all over your stomach. He moaned, slack-jawed as he caught his breath. 

Your lips were still pressing kisses to his cheek as your fucked out expression met his. He grinned at you, his cheeks flushed and eyes heavy as he slowly lifted off of you. He lifted off the bed, shuffling to the bathroom and grabbing a towel before coming back to clean you off gently. You smiled at him, blushing as you watched him so carefully take care of you. You missed this. You missed him.

He leaned over, flicking the lamp off and pulling the sheets of your bed down, lifting your body with ease to place you on the pillow. Nervousness pinged you as you feared he’d leave the bed and tell you goodbye. But as he pulled your body flush against his and pulled the covers over both of you, you sighed with relief. 

You faced each other, bodies flush as you gazed into the other’s eyes. Katsuki kissed your forehead, brushing your hair behind your ear as he wrapped his arms around your body. “Forgive me.” He whispered, peppering more kisses onto your face. “For?” You whispered back, brushing your fingers up and down his chest. He sighed, tucking your head under his chin and holding you as close as he could. “For ever taking you for granted.”

You kissed his neck before nuzzling into him, breathing in his scent deeply as you could feel yourself drifting. “Apology accepted.” You mumbled against his skin, eyes fluttering shut. Katsuki smiled, kissing your head before shutting his own eyes, relishing in your embrace for the first time in a long time.

He promised to never let you go again.

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[ellecdc]

i love ur writing sm!! <3 can i request a poly!marauders x reader who has the personality of kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you? reader speaks her (or their!) mind and known as a "bitch" but shes really a softie for the people she cares about. much love♡

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poly!marauders x feisty fem!reader

CW: burn/injury (nothing grave), use of Y/N, jokes at the expense of Hufflepuff House (no hate to the house, I too am a Hufflepuff)

By some brilliant stroke of luck, Professor Slughorn was away at some kind of Potioneer's convention in Sweden which left the Gryffindor and Slytherin's 6th and 7th year potion’s classes hosted by a substitute. That substitute happened to be none other than Professor Binns - the horrifyingly boring History of Magic professor. Normally, the presence of the ancient ghostly professor would be mind-numbing, but seeing as he’d just barely gotten today’s instructions up on the board before promptly falling asleep (and James threw a muffliato spell around him to keep it that way), the class was actually quite lively.

“How was I supposed to know we were only meant to add a pinch and not the whole jar?!” Barty Crouch Jr asked you incredulously.

“Uhm, perhaps by reading the sodding instructions!? Circe’s tits; is it Evan’s turn with your shared braincell today?” You spat as you vanished your soiled potion. The sound of an explosion, followed by Evan’s laughing, followed by Regulus hissing “Rosier!” proved you wrong.

“Ah, the braincell eluded both of you today; my mistake.” You muttered as you began your potion from scratch.

“Reggie! Y/N’s being mean to me!” He tattled from across the room.

“It’s not mean if it’s true, babe.” Regulus responded without lifting his head from his own worktable.

“How rude.” Barty whined. 

“You’re starting to sound like a Hufflepuff, Junior.” You taunted as you swatted at his hands that were vying for your potions ingredients.

“How dare you. I have never been so insulted.” He seethed from his place on his stool.

You smirked. “You don’t listen much, do you?”

“Now, maybe that was a little harsh, L/N, comparing him to a Hufflepuff.” Dorcas called over to you from her worktable.

“You’re just as soft as he is, Meadows.” 

“Nobody is safe…” Marlene murmured with a smirk.

Sirius and James’ potion station made a startling pop sound before James hissed in pain. “Fuck!” He gritted through his teeth.

You looked over to find James holding his arm against his chest protectively, Sirius grimacing at the sight, and Remus rolling his eyes because he told those sods to be careful. You immediately abandoned your worktable and a petulant Barty and made your way to the Gryffindor side of the room.

“What happened!?” You cooed as you gently encouraged James’ arm away from his body so you could inspect it.

“I added too much billywig sting. The potion overflowed and got Prongs.” Sirius offered guiltily. You cooed again and gently kissed the space beside the angry looking burn on James’ arm. 

“Barty! Grab me the medikit from the supply cupboard!” You called over your shoulder. 

Your request was met with a scoff. “I’m not one of your trained dogs, L/N. You’ll have to show me at least one tit before I’m at your beck and call.”

He barely had time to duck as you hurled a beaker at him.

“Okay, okay. Salazar’s saggy balls, you’re wicked.” He muttered as he made his way to fetch the medikit.

Remus was planning to let those bell-ends clean this up on their own, but he relented at how sweet you looked as you fussed over James; unable to hide his fond smile as he made his way over to his three lovers from his own workbench he shared with Peter.

“What did I say at the beginning of class?” Remus asked impishly. Sirius seemed to gulp a little before he murmured “to read twice, add once”.

“Mhm, and what did you do?” Remus continued.

Sirius, now growing tired of feeling shamefaced, muttered “obviously not that…” which earned him a pat on the arse from the werewolf.

Barty returned with the medikit and leaned his cheek forward as if waiting for you to press a kiss to it for his assistance. You whacked him in the head with said kit before opening it to find the burn paste and poison neutralizer.

All contempt melted away from your face as you turned your sights from your potions partner to one of your three boyfriends. “It might sting, but I’ll try to be gentle.” You murmured to James as you began to work on his wound.

As Remus peered at the burn, it really didn’t look all that bad – but the way you were treating James made it seem like you thought he was going to lose his arm. Suddenly, Remus saw a small wet mark land on James’ arm from where you were hovering over him.

“Dovey, you don’t have to cry! He’s okay.” He cooed at you as he began rubbing soothing circles onto your back, pressing a conciliatory kiss to your temple.

“M’not crying.” You muttered somewhat petulantly. “The smell of flesh burning off of Jamie’s arm is assaulting my sinuses.”

Sirius officially seemed more distraught that he upset you than he did about burning James.

“Oh, my poor, sweet girl.” Sirius murmured at you as he pulled you away from James’ arm.

“I’m not done, Sirius!” You argued, though you never tried to pull away from Sirius’ grasp.

“Remus will finish up angel, give Sirius hell for me.” James winked at you. You flushed at the attention and hid your face in Sirius’ chest.

“Poor lovey, so worried about her boys, hm?” Sirius cooed into the crown of your head where his lips were pressed. You hummed in the affirmative.

“What the actual fuck?” Barty interrupted the moment as you all turned to take in his astounded face. “You’re holding a Chinese Chomping Cabbage that close to your jugular, Black? Do you have a death wish?”

“No need to be jealous, Junior. Your boyfriend is right over there.” James goaded from his place as Remus finished wrapping up his wound.

Not needing to be told twice, Barty all but skipped across the room to Regulus before he threw himself onto the quiet boy’s lap. Regulus, hardly sparing his boyfriend a glance, stood and dumped the boy off his lap before returning to his stool and carrying on with his potion. 

You could no longer see Barty from your place in Sirius’ chest but based on the vibrations from his torso and the chuckles of your other boyfriends, you were sure he was flat on his ass.

“I hate it here.” He cried.

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Spicy Curry (Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader) Chapter 4

Summary: Pro-hero Dynamight hides his developing hearing loss from the public. He doesn’t want them or the villains to know about what he considers his only weakness. His family knows. His best friends know. And now you, the owner of his favorite little curry shop, know. You want to live a quiet life & to protect your son. The last thing you want is to draw attention to yourself. You hide your identity, you hide your scars, and you hide your quirk. And then Bakugou, Katsuki walks in one day with dried blood on his ears, and you can’t help but help him.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 ? ? ? ? ?

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Content Warning: This fic will contain mentions of past abuse from a “partner”, including sexual assault.

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Silence claws at Katsuki like smoke. His usually buzzing apartment, filled with pre-patrol jitters, now amplifies frustration. Benched from hero work is a new kind of hell – not the fiery adrenaline blast he’s used to, but a simmering resentment that chokes him dry. The sleek case for his new hearing aids mocks him from the table, tiny plastic soldiers against his towering rage.

Water sloshing in his throat does little to quench the fire within, leaving only bitter embers on his tongue. A sharp, insistent rap at the door pierces the suffocating silence. He groans, bracing for his well-meaning mother's lecture. He flings the door open, ready to bite back, but the words die on his tongue. Mina grins, a playful hurricane shoving past him. He shuts the door with a sigh.

Mina talks. He knows that much. Her voice, muffled like a radio stuck on low, washes over him. He wishes he could take back that bitter "nothing to do" that scorched his tongue. Being alone with his despair is preferable to this clumsy charade.

Mina's head tilts, a frown blooming on her face. Katsuki scowls back, irritation prickling his skin. Did she ask a question? Was he missing something? She marches closer, stopping right in front of him, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

"Hearing aids?" she asks, her voice pushing through the muffled haze. Katsuki's ears strain, catching snippets, just enough to understand.

He grunts, the sound like sandpaper against silence. Dealing with this is the last thing he needs, but Mina's stubbornness is legendary.

Scoffing, the sound hollow even to him, he mutters, "Doc's orders. Needs to... heal." He gestures vaguely at the aids nestled in their velvet cradle.

"But you haven't been wearing them all day, have you?" Mina's voice cuts through his fog. "So put them on. Let's hear the world whine with you." Her golden eyes, usually sparkling like fireworks, hold him captive, a silent challenge in their depths.

Katsuki scowls, jaw muscles clenching. Mina, sensing his resistance, pouts. "Why not?" she presses, her voice a nudge.

He grumbles, staring at the hearing aids, delicate birds in their velvet nest. "Not like the others," he mutters. "Don't sit all the way in. Not as..."

"Discreet?" Mina offers, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Yeah," Katsuki grunts, the sound rough in his throat.

Mina's sigh is a rumble of understanding. "Come on, Kat," she says, tiptoeing to touch his face, but he swats her hands away. Mina puffs up, simmering with anger. "Stop worrying about what people think."

"It's not about them," Katsuki growls. "It's about me. And I—," He stops, choking the rest back, running a hand through his hair. "You wouldn't get it."

"Not if you don't tell me!" Mina fires back. "This is exactly why we broke up!"

Katsuki rolls his eyes, ready to retort, but the words snag in his throat. He pauses, sighs, and looks away. In a quiet motion, he pulls out the hearing aids, one by one. Placing them over his ears, the world snaps into focus, a cacophony of welcome and unwanted sounds. He catches sight of himself in the window, the tiny tube snaking into his ear a jarring clash against his usual stoic image. He hates it, the vulnerability it forces upon him.

"Tiny! Barely see it," Mina's voice, amplified and clearer now, pricks at him. He knows she's lying. The tube, the wire, stares back at him accusingly. He hates them. Needs them. More than ever after this recent slide. No choice, the suffocating reality presses down on him, and he pushes the frustration back down.

He turns to face Mina. "You came to drag me out, didn't you?"

Mina laughs, a bright spark. "Yup! Sulking butt and all, you're coming to lunch with me!"

"M' not sulking," Katsuki mumbles, but Mina ignores the comment, already grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door.

Mina's words tumble against the cafe walls, bouncing off like pebbles on cobblestones. Fragments snag on Katsuki's silence – a new flame, a promotion, a weekend trip – but vanish before taking root in his thoughts. Every clink of cutlery, every muffled murmur, feels like a needle jab. The world hums like a faulty hive, every buzz amplifying the inadequacy gnawing at him.

He craves the silence, the haven you offered just nights ago, where the symphony of the world couldn't reach him. Water cools his throat, a fleeting respite from the sensory overload. "Hey, you still with me?" Mina's voice slices through the fog.

He scowls. "Don't care about whoever your fling is now."

Mina's laugh, like wind chimes, jars with cheer. "Aww, still hung up on me, Kat?"

Water sputters down his throat as he glares. "Shut up!"

Her laughter fades, replaced by a familiar, reassuring smile. Food arrives, a welcome distraction, but a blur. Katsuki eats on autopilot, flavors dulled, the restaurant's din a muffled roar he can't escape. Every amplified breath, every distant giggle, grates on him.

Sensing his withdrawal, Mina's chatter tapers off. Unspoken understanding hangs heavy, a familiar blanket she offers without pretense. He knows she cares. They're battle-scarred comrades, memories woven into hero training days. Yet, a chasm gapes between them, their languages disparate, his silence a fortress she can't crack.

His hearing loss isn't just muffling the world – it's a vine twisting through his life, draining energy, leaving thorns of frustration. Garbled conversations like whispers behind a wall, the exhaustion of piecing it together, the phantom echoes of missed words – the fear of being left behind gnaws at him.

He builds walls, fortresses of silence that keep others out and himself in. But translating his world, bearing the weight of their understanding, ignites a spark of fury.

His thoughts drift towards your shop, where silence isn't a chasm but a shared melody. With you, anxieties and frustrations exist in unspoken spaces, your empathy a bridge spanning the gap, allowing him to breathe, unburdened by explanation.

Mina's voice breaks through his reverie. "Hey, Katsuki," her eyes dim with concern. "We care, but you gotta let us in. Remember what we always said? Communication is key."

He knows she's right, but dissecting his experience, making deafness the story's center, feels like ripping open a wound. He's Katsuki Bakugou, a damn supernova, and reducing him

 to this struggle feels like a cosmic injustice.

The nervous waitress hovers, her gaze darting between them. He sighs, recognizing Dynamight's face, Mina's fame. This isn't hero worship – it's tiptoeing, a hesitant question hanging in the air. "Anything… uh… else you need?" Her voice, loud and slow, grates.

Confusion mixes with something sharp and hot in his gut. The hearing aids, not-so-discreet, click into place. Assumptions made, lines drawn, a new script written in the blink of an eye.

"Need air," he rasps, the simmering rage bubbling over. He shoots out of his chair, the world a muted hum as he rips off the hearing aids and shoves them into his pocket. Mina's confused call is lost in his wake.

He slams through the door, the cool air a slap against his burning chest. Pavement pounds under his feet, each step a beat against the thrumming anger. No destination, just the blind urge to outrun the sting of pity in that waitress's eyes.

His feet, on autopilot, lead him to the familiar alley, the comforting scent of spices a beacon. He hesitates at the shop's entrance. He craves you, the quiet haven you offer, the understanding that blooms between you without needing words. But seeking solace after his outburst feels… desperate and childish. He's about to turn away, to retreat into the city's anonymity, when the door swings open. You emerge, laundry slung over your shoulder.

You meet his eyes and the world stills. A sunrise smile chases away his shadows. Butterflies erupt in his stomach, fluttering against the bars of his self-consciousness. He feels stupid, a schoolboy caught loitering outside a forbidden playground.

Your head tilts, brows furrowed in unspoken concern. Then, with a gentle smile, your hands bloom, signing hello and his sign name – five fingers unfurl like a budding supernova, echoing the embers in his heart. Warmth floods his cheeks. He mirrors the gesture, fingers stiff yet fierce, signing your sign name back.

You scan the shop, searching for something. Not finding it, your brow creases.

"Doctor?" your hands inquire, urgent whispers in the air.

He nods, explaining his mother's intervention. "Ruptured eardrum. Should heal in a few weeks."

Your apology hangs in the air, a feather against his annoyance. "What for?" he asks, voice gravelly.

"My quirk couldn't help you more," your hands explain, a downcast gesture mirroring his chest.

He scoffs, exasperation mixed with gratitude.

"You've done enough," he mumbles, dismissing your worry.

He watches you wrestle with the laundry bag, a familiar knot twisting in his gut. Without thinking, he steps forward, effortlessly hoisting the bag onto his shoulder. You freeze, surprise etching your features.

"What are you doing?" your hands inquire, confusion flickering in your eyes.

"Heroes help those weaker than them," he muttered, the words gruff but the sentiment clear. "Got nothin' else to do on leave, might as well lend a hand."

Your surprise melts into a grateful smile, a blossom under his unexpected kindness. Just then, a shriek shatters the peace. Kouichi, a miniature hurricane of excitement, bounds down the stairs. Katsuki's gaze shifts toward him, the resemblance to you not lost.

"Dynamight?" he shouts, eyes wide with hero-worship. You step in front of him, your hands weaving a tapestry of sign language, too swift for him to decipher, but he catches "calm" and "quirk."

Kouichi, initially frowning, complies, closing his eyes and taking breaths.

"Sorry," you sign, turning back to Katsuki. "He's, uh, your biggest fan."

Katsuki scrutinizes Kouichi, curiosity igniting. Kids liked his quirk, sure, but favorite hero? That was usually Deku with his infuriatingly sunny smile. "Really? Not usually anyone's favorite," he says, surprise lacing his voice.

Your eyes widen, disbelief flickering. "What? But you're so cool!" The unfiltered admiration floods his cheeks, a blush he can't control. He can't help but be disarmed by your genuine awe.

"Think I'm cool, huh?" he teases, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks warm, and you bite your lip, a nervous but genuine smile playing on your lips. "The coolest."

"Mom!" Kouichi's shout cuts through the moment, drawing their attention. Katsuki's eyes widen. The laundry bag settled onto his shoulder, a familiar weight that suddenly felt heavier, tinged with a new awareness. Katsuki's gaze flickered to the boy, a knot of something akin to recognition twisting in his gut.

You rise, your gaze meeting his, an unspoken inquiry in your eyes. "Can I introduce you two?" your hands sign, pleading and hopeful. Kouichi stands beside you, eyes alight with unspoken questions. Katsuki, drawn by the twin flames of curiosity and a strange sense of responsibility, can only nod. Your smile brightens with an infectious joy that amplifies because it involves your son and his curiosity. Katsuki thinks it's the smile of a good mother.

"This is my son, Kouichi," you sign, your voice barely a whisper against the roar in Katsuki's ears. "Five years old and a ball of sunshine." You ruffle his hair playfully, eliciting a wide, gap-toothed grin. "He's deaf, so he'll use signs to talk to you. Unlike you, he's been at it since before he could walk, so watch out. He can zip through those signs like nobody's business.”

Katsuki blinks, surprise flickering across his face. His gaze shifts between you and Kouichi, a new lens settling over his perception. Understanding dawns, re-framing your connection.

“Don't worry,” you sign. “I told him to keep it slow for you." Katsuki gives you an appreciative look.

Kouichi walks beside Katsuki as you lead the way to the laundromat. They trail behind, silent questions dancing in the air.

[yusa-lisaxyuta]

Bakugou Fluff

ok its suggestive Fluff but not nsfw !!! I promise!

moaning during a kiss drabble <333 [x fem!reader] (ur hubby n wifey ugh)

You both sigh together in unison, the sweet sound of your front door clicking closed being music to your ears. You smile at each other briefly, kicking off your shoes and walking towards the kitchen together, a routine you two developed over the years. You turn on the faucet and start washing your hands as always, smiling at the welcome feeling of your husband's strong arms wrapping around your waist. He stands there, pressing the occasional kiss to your neck as you dried your hands.

"I had fun tonight ya know," you start, placing your now-dry hands over his. He swats them off, mumbling as he moves to take your place in front of the sink. "You'll get 'em dirty again, Dumbass," he says, trying to ignore the anticipation in his chest as he awaits the rest of your words.

You just scoff and shake your head, sitting on the counter behind him as he finishes up. Once done he slots himself between your thighs, holding you close. "You're cute like this, y'know Katsu? Always been the best at plannin' ahead...It fits you, y'know," you mumble into his hair, playing with the short stubble on the back of his neck. You both feel the skin of his face heat, an embarrassed yet accepting grunt coming from his throat as he tries to play off the loud beating of his heart. "Yeah yeah, talk your shit. Just make it fast, it's almost 10... 's time f'bed," he mutters,holding you tighter despite his words.

You smile softly in return, tilting his chin up so his eyes meet yours. "I know," you whisper, barely getting the words out before kissing his lips lovingly, his hand instantly reaching for yours as he kisses back. He sighs softly, letting you pull away when you're ready.

"Fuck, you taste so much sweeter today..."

His hands grip your hips as he yanks you closer, standing slightly straighter as his breath brushes against your lips. His eyes scan your features closely, skills honed from years of hero patrol.

"Kats- mmnh.."

Your words were silenced by his lips once more, the action pulling the softest whimper from your mouth. The grip he has on you tightens, his hands swiftly moving to your ass as he lifts you from the countertop. He carries you to your shared bedroom with ease, opening and closing the door all without his lips leaving yours. After what felt like an eternity, you feel the soft sheets under you as he finally lays you down on the bed, pulling away as you both gasp for air.

He didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"Best decision ever..," he whispered, your lips meeting his again. The sloppy make out session continued awhile longer, his hands and lips making your thoughts fuzzy with each passing second. You moan quietly against his lips, the blonde pulling away soon after. You both lay there panting like dogs in the summer heat, faces equally flushed. There was just something about seeing you breathless, pinned so perfectly beneath him- it broke his resolve in ways he could never comprehend. His eyes darkened as he took in every detail, even the slight sway to your breasts with every deep breath you take. He finally leans back, yanking his shirt over his head with a low growl. You grin, your eyes scanning over each and every scar visible on his perfect body.

"So much for goin' to sleep, Kats?"

He growls in response, pinning you down roughly.

"Save it," he rasps, eyeing you like prey. "I plan on calling out tomorrow anyway. Now shut up 'n lemme fuck you like there is no tomorrow..."

[leezlelatch]

being very self-indulgent and sending this as a distraction while i think about how sweet copia would be with a partner that is in misery over cramps…the most gentle and doting lover.

Copia x reader, period cramps, comfort, fluff. I'd like to preface this by saying I do not get cramps. I am very blessed, although it does make up for it in other horrible period things, but I hope I can do this somewhat justice. <3

This would be the perfect time for the blanket wrapped tightly around your body to swallow you whole. It's pulled taut over your bent form in the bed. Your knees are drawn up to hold the heating pad against your abdomen, and every wave of pain which passes through you from the great period god in the sky is quickly driving you to madness.

You relax slightly when it passes, and the catch of the door captures your attention. You peek out from the cocoon and a smile quickly forms when you see Copia. He's surprisingly not in his paints although you know it's early in the day, and there's a plastic bag in his hand which rustles as he approaches you.

"Topolino," he coos, sitting on the edge of the bed. His fingers hook beneath the blanket to draw it down, and his lips capture your own the moment they are revealed to him. "Still hurting?"

"I'm dying," you nod, your voice solemn. Copia cuts you a look, although a smile still plays at his lips. "Are you not working today?" You continue.

"Later on. This morning, I am going to spend time with il mio amore. While you are hurting." His fingertips brush wisps of hair from your forehead, his smile growing as your expression brightens. "Ah, see? You are feeling better already. Your Papa is healing, I know this."

His words make you laugh and you half-heartedly swat at him, the vibration of his chuckle warm against your fingertips as they rest on his belly. "What did you bring?" You ask, glancing at the plastic bag.

"Sì, your goodies!" He says, staring down into the bag for several seconds before meticulously pulling out each one and lining them along your blanket. Hersheys, Kit Kats, and 3 Musketeers, three types of iced tea, two pepperoni rolls, and a big bottle of ibuprofen.

You blink in surprise at your Copia's offerings, and then press your forehead to his hand which rests on the bed. "I am so in love with you," you say, your voice thick with emotion.

"As I am in love with you, baby," Copia says, leaning down to cradle your head beneath his, his free hand curled through your hair. "I don't want you in pain, eh?" He lightly guides your head back so he can climb over you and settle at your back, his arms pulling you into the comfort of his embrace. "Let's watch a movie. Eat your snacks. Get snuggly." He squeezes you a little and you laugh. "See? Better already."

You turn your head for a kiss, and you linger there for a moment, lips pressed to his, until your uterus reminds you that it is furious. You groan softly and reach for the ibuprofen as Copia attempts to rub and add pressure to your lower stomach. "Two ibuprofen," he says, nose nudging at your cheek. "None of that 'more will make it work faster', sì?"

You grumble but comply, and Copia laughs softly as he presses several light kisses to your neck. You unwrap a candy and take a bite and then pass it back to Copia, his yummy noise filling you with a warmth even sweeter than what your heating pad provides. Having a period sucks, and having cramps is even worse, but having a partner who loves and cares for you in all of these things - is even better.

Kofi

[fluoneia]

3:57am @fluoneia — just thinking about wing quirk!reader x katsuki who loves to tease her. a/n. dividers by @enchanthings

you knew a lot of things about yourself when it came to your quirk. people touching your wings was unspoken of. they were sensitive, prone to injury, so you forbid anyone from touching your wings.

but, what do you didn’t know, was it wasn’t just your wings that were sensitive.

katsuki asked to keep one of your feathers to make into a necklace. you said yes, as you had lots of feathers that fell off around your room, and you figured, why not?

so, you gave it to him, and he made it into a necklace like he said. a chain was poked through the end of the feather, and it dangled on his chest proudly.

you ignored the sharp pain in your stomach as he poked the needle through. you figured, it was a coincidence, and was probably period pains.

so, when you went to a meeting the next day with katsuki, you nearly forgot about the feather necklace. you sat across the table, katsuki’s assistant muttering things in his ear about the negotiation currently happening between our firm and another professional hero.

i smile as i admire katsuki. but that’s when he reaches up, taking the feather into his hands, and absentmindedly starts stroking his thumb along the stem of the feather.

and that’s when you feel it.

a sharp, stinging sensation up your spine, in your abdomen, making a flush of heat go up your body and into your face.

you gawk, hand quickly moving over your mouth.

because you’d never felt this way before. it wasn’t pain, nor pleasure, yet.. as you watched katsuki’s finger brush over the stem once more, you can’t ignore the undeniable feeling of arousal filling your body.

and you try not to make a scene. you tried to keep quiet, silently battling through until the meeting was over. because you knew if you told katsuki about this newfound sensitivity spot he can abuse, he would.

so you press your thighs together, you hold a hand over your mouth, and you clutch your stomach. your wings tuck behind yourself, twitching like crazy as your eyes stay glued on the feather katsuki continues to toy with.

and you hope he wouldn’t notice. god forbid he saw you right now.

yet, your worst nightmares come true. because his eyes lock onto you, on your dishevelled state, at the view of you glaring daggers into the hand that stills against the feather. he watched as you sigh a breath of relief, just to tense back up again when he teasingly scratches against the base of the feather.

and he smirks.

because he figured a new thing out about his wife he would definitely use later.

he decides to leave you be for now, and let’s go of the feather. but, as the meeting ends, and people begin leaving the room, katsuki stands and makes his way over to you.

“you were looking a little tense, birdy.” he quips, using the nickname he knows you hate most. he turns your chair, leans forward, merely inches away from your face.

your eyes flicker between the feather and his lips and his eyes, both intrigued and scared what would happen next.

“you know, you never told me a feather could get you going like that..” he starts, a breath fanning over your face, onto your neck. he kissed your pulse, going closer, and closer to the base of your wings.

you gasp, jumping out of your chair as you feel his tongue along a feather, whole body melting, the feeling from before even stronger in your stomach.

“kats..” you shake your head, hand clutching his shirt, “too— too sensitive..”

“oh, but that’s the point.” he smiles a toothy smile, dragging his sharp canines along your wing. and a shiver like none other goes up your spine, hand moving to clutch his bicep, to push him away, but with little current strength in your body it was more like swatting.

“no..” you whisper, head throwing back in pleasure. you’d felt turned on by katsuki before, of course, but never like this. never at this intensity did you want him more, never in your life had you ever been desperate for something, but now, as your thighs rub together, as you clutch onto katsuki to bring him closer, you find yourself utterly desperate for him.

“oh, yes.” he grins, a hand coming up to smooth against your wing, and a soft, wanton moan leaves your lips. “god, if i knew this would get you going this much sooner..” he says under his breath, almost to himself. “shoulda known they’d be this sensitive..”

“ka—“ you gasp, body pushing forward, into his touch, “kats—uki!” you shake your head frantically, eyes widening at the realization you were about to orgasm by some mere strokes against your wings.

“what, baby, hm?” he licks a stroke along your wing, other hand resting against the crook of your neck.

but without another word, you squeal, curling into yourself as the best and strongest orgasm of your life washes over you.

you bury your head into his neck, fighting the urge to bite into your own skin to distract yourself from the pleasure.

and to make it worse, katsuki doesn’t stop his movements. you feel him grin as he gently pressed his teeth into your wing, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you feel it.

and..

and you crash.

you literally pass out from the sheer amount of pleasure. you grow limp against katsuki, and that’s when he realized just how sensitive your wings are.

his eyes widen, and after a minute your eyes slowly begin to open.

he stroked a hand over your hair, tipping your chin up to look at him. and, katsuki almost didn’t recognize you.

your eyes, so hazy, so love struck and filled with lust. your lip was dripped open, saliva coating your bottom lip and tipping down your chin, a tear streaming down your face.

he kisses your forehead, and you lean into his touch.

“you.. you had an orgasm. because i touched your wings.” he whispers.

you remain silent for a second. “you’re never touching them again.” you state.

he laughs loudly, moving back to look into your eyes. now, you just look like an angry child who’s candy got taken away.

“i’m serious! it’s too.. it’s too much.” you shake your head.

“oh, baby.” he stroked your cheek. “now that i know a few strokes to your wing can make you orgasm..” he leans closer, teasing a finger over the feather around his neck. “you’re in for it.”

with katsuki’s mischievous smirk, and his hand still playing with the feather, all you can think is,

gods, please pray for me tonight. i might just die.

[strawhatkia]

boyfriend.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugo x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with katsuki !

WARNINGS ! cussing, kats still in highschool, suggestive(?), edited for grammatical errors but lemma know if i missed something

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k+

A/N ! once again, another old work reposted from my last blog. and again, i think it is so hot of this fandom to just headcannon that bakugo is for black women like- yes 💕(i had to break this up into blocks or this post was not going up)

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this mofo y’all-

this boy loves you so much but that pride fucks him up every single time

he has no problem saying i love you or even showing his love through actions but in public? you ain’t getting shit !

he just gets wayyy too flustered but i truly think that actions mean a lot to him so he'll still he’ll hug you and whisper it to you

“i love you” “huh?” “SHUT UP! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!” “nigga damn-”

but beyond that! this man will go above and beyond to make sure you know that you are loved

hell, he’ll spoil you for the sole reason that he does in fact love you more than life itself

(this is saying so much because as much as loves heroes and wants to become one, i truly think that for you, he would do damn near anything even if it means jeopardizing his dream)

i personally think he takes pride in buying you shit so when people ask, you can be like “oh yeah, my boyfriend brought me all of that” “…sis thats at least twenty damn bags of clothes and jewelry-”

his big-headed self is probably like “hell yeah I did”

ironically, he hates when you spend yo own money on him or yourself- don't get it twisted, he definitely does not mind you being independent, he actually encourages it!

...but this is the one thing he won’t let go

this nigga will start hiding yo cards and shit or start blowing them bitches up (card pieces gets vacuumed by the damn roomba before you even notice)

he feign like he stupid or some shit despite being the smartest, most organized nigga you know

but when yo card goes missing...all of sudden, he lost his damn memory?

“kats, where did my card go?” “…....huh?” “nigga- YOU FUCKING HEARD ME! WHERE IS MY DAMN CARD!?!?”

this motherfucker is definitely checking on yo back account every two days just make sure money is coming in and not out

hell the fucking bank tellers know him by name, could point him out a meters before he walks in

if you somehow find that card, first of all: props to you!

second of all: it is not yours forever and it will go missing again in under 24 hrs.

however, the most important thing he decided to buy you was a pretty gold custom necklace of his name and gold bamboo hoops to match !

the hoops he didn’t really care for, they cute and you look gorgeous, but that necklace- chile...

it was almost like he cared for it more than you did…cause he did

he always touching it, fiddling with it, and you know that bitch is real so sometimes he likes to polish it especially when you two to go to events- let it shine in people faces and let 'em know the one by you don't play about you

but if you take it off- sis, did you write yo will yet? put that bitch back on before he catch you

it’s real for a reason- so you don’t have to take it off

if he does catch the necklace not on yo body, he’s gon be pissed

“WHY IN THE HELL IS YO NECKLACE NOT ON YO NECK AND IN MY HAND!?!?” “hol on now- calm yo self. i took it off cause i didn’t want it to get messed up-” “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! PUT THE SHIT BACK ON!!” 

….it’s such a silly thing to get angry over but don’t take it off sis, if you value yo life

(sidenote: tying back in with his love for actions, he just loves giving gifts, more importantly gifts that you can wear or use b/c then you can think of him when you do wear/use it)

for some reason, whether big or small, he loves hitting your ass. and i don’t mean no petty swat, i mean he’s throwing hands 

*SMACK!* “ow! my nigga, have you lost yo god damn mind?!?” “what~? it looked at me first”

not to mention but any chance he get- he’s grabbing the yams

motherfucker can not keep his damn hands to himself, he gotta touch, even if it’s a quick squeeze 

y’all laying in bed? grabbing the yams. you laying on yo couch, minding yo business? grabbing the yams. talking to yo lil friends? grabbing them yams. working on the field with him? grabbing the yams. 

when y’all sleeping together, his hands always gravitates towards ya ass and stays there maybe even some soft booty rubs

moving on

i’d like to mention that: he is a big baby... like the biggest baby you have ever seen

he won’t ever admit it out loud but sometimes he hates how good you get along with his friends

like yes, he’s happy that all of you get along really well but damn it pay attention to him, not no fucking extras 

and he’s so petty about it. you’ll be talking to kiri and em’ and all of sudden this mother fucker is pulling you into his lap

if you still continue to ignore him or don’t give him all of your attention, he’ll pull away from everyone to some where private and start ranting on how you should pay attention to him and not some fucking extras

and if it’s deku who’s has your attention- ok first of all, how dare you? and second of all, 'getcho yo ass over here before I kill that nerd'   

dramatic much? like damn nigga calm down

and now lastly, let’s talk about golden hour

at first he didn’t know what the fuck it was but when he learned, he was obsessed

“suki, do you wanna do golden hour pictures with me?” “what the hell is that?” “…just bring yo ass on-”

 the way you was just sitting there, shining and shit; melanin taking in all that good sun and the way his necklace was shining against you- mans was hooked 

man’s in his head was like “i’m dating a literal goddess….good job, katsuki😌” 

now he thinks it’s his personally duty to become yo photographer at golden hour. if you let anyone else do it, he will throw a very big tantrum

he loves taking the pictures especially when have just woken up, bonnet still on head, bare face, wearing his t-shirt- yuh yuh, that part;those pictures go up on his instagram page that has more pictures of you than him, with the caption “look at my baby 🥰” sappy, corny ass nigaa

the fangirls was not happy about that but ha! the comments have been off- 

but yeah, boom boom boy loves you more than anything in this world💕

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[dragon-of-norrisville]

Mun and Blog Introduction

I guess we’re doing this again! You have no idea how tedious it is to keep making new blogs but I’m doing this for fun so!

Mun Introduction

💫 Name: Cecil/Ghost (I hoard names like a dragon, but right now I’m choosing to go by these two!)

💫 Age: 23 (about to change in a few days!)

💫 Pronouns: They/Them + Neos

💫 Multi-Fandom Blogger / Creator of AU’s

💫 Active Fandoms: Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja, Xiaolin Showdown (Secondary: Danny Phantom, American Dragon: Jake Long, Miraculous Ladybug, Codename: Kids Next Door, Swat Kats, Totally Spies, Kim Possible)

💫 Hyperfixated on 2000’s cartoon media. Working on multiple alternate universes and WIP’s!

The Category Catalogue

☑️ Likes: writing (original/fanfiction), film/media (animation/cartoons, fantasy, some romcom, action/adventure), roleplaying, discussing my hyperfixations/interests, original characters/self inserts, traveling

❌ Dislikes: ableism, heated fandom discourse, wet/slimy food, bigots, loud noises, certain bugs

Blog/Universe Explanation

Alright, so! Unlike the first two blogs - this one’s a little different although it’s still for asking characters things!

This one specifically and its sister blog @norisu-dojo are part of the same universe; at the moment it doesn’t have an official name, so to explain - the AU is a role swap where “Finja” is the ninja of 2012/2013 (?) and Randy’s the First Ninja (so basically Finja and Randy swap places hahah). I wanted to use the ask blog as a way of developing the universe a little more and to make something different!

It was between that or somehow First Ninja had been given a physical form and Randy convinced him to get social media or something, but I figured why not use one of my AU’s for the heck of it?

Now keep in mind this is still being developed, but you’ll be able to interact with “Finja” and well, possibly get information about the world he’s in! Who knows~

Muse Information

🐉 Name: [REDACTED] / the Ninja

🐉 Age: 14, almost 15! (I mean- totally 800 years old what do you mean)

🐉 Fandom: Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja / RC9GN

🐉 Current Timeline: “Season One” of Role Swap AU

🐉 Occupation: the Ninja / Protector of Norrisville High School

🐉 Certain information will be revealed via either this blog or its sister blog!

☑️ Acceptable Asks/Requests: inquiries for the Ninja (general questions and/or more personal ones, within reason of course!), roleplays between moots, out of character questions allowed (but please don’t do this too often- that’s not what this blog is for), anything you fancy!

❌ Do Not Ask: headcanon infodumps (wrong blog for this), x Reader requests, anything inappropriate (this is not canon! Finja), requests for fanfiction and/or artwork, anything too weird (at my own discretion)

Writer’s Edit: All questions to “Finja” will be answered in-character to the universe! The only exceptions to this is if I’m answering out of character

Additional Notes

Gifts are always welcome, of course!

Please keep in mind I do have a life outside of this blog! I might not always be active but I will do my best to respond as soon as I can!

[the-brucest-ninja]

🥷 Meet the Mun & Blog 🧣

Gooood timezone, ladies, gents, and everyone in between!

I wanted to briefly introduce myself and what to expect from the blog itself! Sooo, without much further ado, let's get right to it!

Mun Introduction

🌲 Name: Cecil/Ghost (I'm a hoarder of names like a dragon, but please- just use these two for now! Moots from the main blog can call me by my other name!)

🌲 Age: 24, baby!

🌲 Pronouns: They/Them

🌲 Hobbies/Interests: writing, film/media, roleplaying, making playlists and Pinterest boards, my never-ending fandoms! I am a novice artist!

🌲 Current Fandoms: Randy Cunningham, Danny Phantom, Xiaolin Showdown, American Dragon, Miraculous Ladybug! (Honorable Mentions: Kids Next Door, Swat Kats, Totally Spies)

🌲 What kind of asks and/or requests do I do? AU discussion, x Reader requests, character asks (what this blog is for!), headcanon dumps, etc

Favorites and the Icky

☑️ Likes: my followers/mutuals (I appreciate all of you!), animals, my hyperfixations, books, movies, fanfiction writing, talking about my universes, etc

🚫 Dislikes: ableism, hating on fandoms, heated discourse, TERF’s/any type of bigot, kin and therian hate, fakeclaiming

🧣 About the Blog 🧣

Muse Name: Randy Cunningham / the Ninja, duh. Who else would it be?

Age: 16-17

Fandom: Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja

Type of Blog: Interactive/Roleplay!

Accepted Asks/Requests: inquiries for Randy- I mean the Ninja (all answers will be in-character), roleplays between moots (again, this is in character!), out of character appreciation, fanart, OOC questions (please tag these as OOC! I don’t want people getting confused. This is a character ask blog after all!)

Current Timeline: Post-Canon

Can we ship? Honestly, no- unless it’s pre-discussed, do not flirt with my muse in the asks/requests! Both parties must be agreeing to this!

Tag List:

🧣 ninja replies (in-character responses for Randy, I mean the Ninja)

🌟 mun answers (out of character replies!)

/ ooc (another tag for out of character)

Additional Blogs: @/your-average-norrisville-student

[reareaotaku]

Hi sorry to bother you but can I request a SWAT Kats x fem dog reader that lives in the countryside also here's a very good question if there are anthropomorphic cats in mega cat City shouldn't there be dogs as well and other anthropomorphic animals in that universe because it got me thinking since bluey is in a universe that is filled with anthropomorphic dogs and there's cats and other animals but they are like normal animals and in the SWAT kats universe there's anthropomorphic cats shouldn't there be other animals too cuz it's been in my mind since I was a little kid also I love your writing you're an amazing writer and I'm sorry if I bugged you about this also I hope you're having a wonderful day and a wonderful Halloween hope you're safe 😇❤️❤️❤️🎃🍁🍬🍁 I'm sending all my love to you

I think Canonically their universe is just cats, but it would be cool if there are other creatures that lived in the world, but they had their own cities and stayed away from each other, expect one city where they all gathered and one day the city is attacked by like Dr. Viper and the Swat Kats are called in to save them?? But- Moving on I live in the countryside, so I love writing about home! Also, I'm glad you like my writing, especially the Swat Kats, because I love them!

Summary: Getting stuck in a city full of cats was the last thing you wanted when taking a trip outside of your family farm. Lucky you, you found the best kats in Megakat City to help you.

"Megakat City?" You look at the scrawny cat confused.

He hums in response as he cleans his paws with a dirty rag. He slams the hood of your car, before looking at you.

"And it looks like you're going to be here for a while."

"Why, what's wrong with my car."

He chuckles, shaking his head, "A lot. But it's okay, you've come to the best mechanics in Megakat City." He gestures to himself and his bigger blonde buddy.

"The best? Well, aren't I lucky?"

"So, where are you from? We don't get a lot of your kind out here." The blonde cat, Chance, asks.

"I can tell."

He quickly back tracks, shaking his hands, "No, no. I mean like country animals, not because you're a dog-"

"I get it. I'm from Pawville. Just visiting..."

"Pawville, huh? Never heard of it."

"It's a small town, I'm not surprised."

"How, uh, long do you plan on staying?" Jake speaks up, tilting his head.

"Not long..."

---

You groan, running a hand though your hair. You sigh, falling onto the hotel bed. You had really been hoping you'd be closer to home by now, but here you were, stuck in MegaKat City...

Suddenly, you pick up the sound of fallen trash cans. You sit up, confused, before going over to your window. As a dog, your vision wasn't as good as a cats in the dark, but even you could make out a sketchy lizard cat? You decided to close your window and go to sleep, because this seemed like someone else's problem.

That was until you heard a woman's scream. You sigh, got up, and opened your window, before jumping out. You hear this woman struggling with the creature. You saw some metal scraps before getting an idea. The creature had his back towards you, so you come up behind him and hit him in the back of the head, hard.

You grabbed the girls hand and dragged her with you. Thankfully, she was also a fast runner, so she easily kept up with you.

"Are you alright?" You finally asked when the two of you were far enough away from the creature.

She's bend over, hands on her knees as she catches her breath. She shakes her head, giving you a thumbs up. She straightens up and brushes herself off. She pushes a hand through her hair and gets a good look at you. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"Sorry, I'm so used to seeing cats that I'm always taken aback by other animals. My apologies." She puts out her hand, "Dr. Abby Sinian."

You take it, "Just Y/n L/n." You take a deep breath, before gesturing back. "So, does stuff like this happen a lot out here?"

"You have no idea."

---

You looked around the mechanic shop. You had never been in one, so all the things were new to you. It almost made you wish your father had come with you, because you felt so lost.

"So, we have all the parts for your car that are needed, but it's going to be a few weeks before it's finished."

You looked up at the voice, before realizing Chance was talking to you.

"Oh.. Uh, that's good news. Uh, how long do you think it'll take?"

"Well, that other car did some real damage to your car, but nothing that's not fixable. A few weeks, maybe a month and a half at most."

"Okay... That's good."

"Yeah, you've got some good insurance."

"Yeah. My father loves his cars."

"Are you okay, you seem a little out of it." Jake was the one to ask, which caused you to notice his presence.

"The strangest thing happened last night..."

"Yeah?"

"It was this creature outside... He looked like a bright green lizard."

The two cats share a knowing look that you missed.

"I've never seen anything like it."

"Yeah. MegaKat City tends to... get dangerous at night. You should stay inside."

"Yeah, so I've heard. Well, I should get going."

"You got plans?"

"Yeah, lunch plans with Dr. Abby Sinian."

They make a face of recognition and you smirk.

"You, uh, know her?"

"We know a lot of people. Like I said, best mechanics in Megakat City."

---

You walked around the museum, Abby guiding you through the exhibits.

"We don't have many museums in Pawville. Lots of farmland though."

"Ah, yes, some of our earliest ancestors were also farmers."

"Yeah, very traditional."

She continues showing you around, before you both hear a loud bang.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Do people break into the museum a lot?"

"Not usually." She sighs as she goes to where the sound came from, you close behind.

On the ground was one of the dinosaurs heads. You look around, trying to find the culprit. Suddenly there was a rope that encased both you and Abby. You struggled against them, before hearing a robot-like laugh.

Your captors were two robot kats? What was in the water out here? Before you can even blink, a light smoke incases you both and you fall unconious.

---

You awoke to a heavy heat. You were tied with Dr. Abby and 50ft or so above a fire filled pot. You tried swirling around, but Abby seemed to still be knocked out.

You heard yelling and looked down to see the metal robots fighting.... vigilantes? Whatever.

"It's the Swat Kats," The female hissed.

Oh, so they were well known amongst these villains. That's good to know. You feel a slight drop and look up to see the rope was worn and you were both about to fall to your untimely deaths.

Thankfully, one of the 'Swat Kats' noticed your distress and was quick to save you both.

"Are you ladies alright?"

"Yes, oh, dear. Yes, thank you, Razor." Abby grabs 'Razor's hand and shakes it while continuing to thank him.

You were going to thank him as well, but a big man, looking like a general, slammed open the doors. He groans when seeing the two Swat Kats and you could tell by his demeanor that they were not friends.

The two S.W.A.T. Kats take off before the general can get to them. Multiple cops come in, taking the Metalkats away as the General talks to you and the Abby. You looked back at where the Swat Kats had left, wondering if you'd meet them again.

[your-tears-taste-sweeter]

I need yall to be for real with me and tell me if you’d like Swat Kats x reader fics cause I’m so close to writing some

[stayconnecteed]

　　　　　　 ‎‎‎‎‎( 𝑤. ) 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 ──── 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌.

works marked with a ☆ are my top priority at the moment.

this is a list of all the fics i'm going to be working on, updated it periodically, so you can gossip around and even ask me about it! i'm excited to share them w you!

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　stray kids.

interlude , 1k words per drabble ( hyunjin & changbin left ) drive you wild , kinktober / nnn ☆

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　bang chan.

untitled ( seven : chan & his fiancée love story ) requested by moony.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　lee know.

untitled , gossip girl au pomegranates & habits , ( son of hades x daughter of apollo) percy jackson au.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　seo changbin.

untitled ( captain of the team x daughter of the coach ) hockey au.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　hwang hyunjin.

the tormented viscount hwang , ( bridgerton au). keep our love in a photograph , angst

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　han jisung.

untitled , spiderman au.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　lee felix.

i love you i'm sorry , angst

sunsets & sea shells , ( son of poseidon x daughter of hermes ) percy jackson au. so blue i drown , ( by your side ch. ii )

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　kim seungmin.

house of secrets and death , dragon slayers / riders au. untitled , ( undercover / swat seungmin x reader ) .

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　yang jeongin.

untitled , christmas themed oneshot.

୨˙⋆.˚　──── 　other.

casualties , ( chansung ) perv step brother ji x brother's bff chan x reader. untitled , ( minlix ) bf minho x bff perv lifeguard lix x lifeguard reader. untitled , ( re writing of this ) minsung - lyra & kats' fault. seven , ( masterlist here ) felix x reader x jisung. ☆

[ssparksflyy]

Can i request a daughter of poseidon x leo valdez?? Where they dont get along at all and always throw insults at each other during quests or at camp or just whenever they see each other and they have a lil bonding moment when the reader is severely injured and they're waiting for helpp

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

daughter of the sea, annoying as can be ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of posedion!reader warning(s): itty bitty cursing word count: 3.2k a/n: hih! thank you for requesting, i hope u enjoy this ♡ im so so sorry this took me so long to get out, school ( as always ) is kicking my butt, and i was sick, and then theres always the stupid motivation :( yk, the usual. BUT lowkey i got kinda invested and maybe wanna write a part 2 but idkk, anyway, enjoy!

thankfully for her, your best friend's brother was not the one for you.

in fact, he was probably the last person you'd want to be with.

you don't exactly remeber when or why your 'rivalry' with the son a hephaestus started, it wasn't something you questioned. all you knew is that leo valdez was the most annoying person you'd ever met, no questions asked. ( he also happened to be the most 'not-so-bad-looking' and 'semi-funny' person you'd ever met, but you swatted those thoughts away ).

although you two 'hated' each other, it seemed that chiron and the fates loved you together. chiron always asked you to go on small quests together, despite your protest.

"well you don't know what to expect, so we need the two of you," he'd say, "water and fire, brain and brawn."

these quests happened way too often for your liking. you already had to spend at minimum two days alone with leo, but the fact that they happened almost every month? you treasured the time when you were away from him.

which honestly, wasn't very long either. see, your best friend, kaitlyn, was also a daughter of hephatesus. which meant you usually hung out in the forge, where you'd see leo. too often.

at times it felt like he was targeting you. it was like he knew you were at the forge with kaitlyn and decided to show up and annoy you. you simply couldn't catch a break.

kaitlyn would always tell you that you were being overdramatic, and that leo wasn't actually out to get you, but you knew that your mind was not to be changed.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

like most days, today you were spending time with kaitlyn at the forge. capture the flag was supposed to take place tomorrow, and it was all hands on deck at the forge. while kaitlyn worked on preparing swords, you sat on a stool next to her, spinning around in the chair.

"(y/n), if you keep spinning you'll get a headache" kaitlyn said, eyes not leaving the sword she was working on.

you stopped spinning on the chair and said, "no i won't, its fun!"

kaitlyn looked up from the sword and gave you a deadpan look, "just because something is fun, doesn't mean you won't get hurt doing it."

you simply shrugged and went back to spinning in the chair while kaitlyn rolled her eyes and went back to working on the sword.

the two of you didn't have to speak to be in conversation. you knew if you were talking, it'd probably just be kaitlyn telling you to stop spinning around and you, once again, not listening to her. your 'small fights' were never serious, they were usually like the one you just had where kaitlyn was telling you not to do something dumb and you doing it anyway.

your peace was interrupted as leo came into the forge, walking over to kaitlyn's workbench.

"kit kattttt, have you, perhaps, seen that one blue hammer with the dent in it on it's side?" he asked, poking around at the stuff on her desk.

you rolled your eyes at the name he called her. leo heard you call her kit kat once and he decided to steal the name, just to make fun of you.

"can't you make anything you want come out of that stupid belt of yours? why do you need to come poking around here for a dumb hammer?" you asked him, accusingly.

leo shot you an annoyed look and said, "well, person-who-i-did-not-ask-and-is-not-apart-of-the-conversation, it can't produce specific things, and i specifically want that hammer. i like the grip on it, okay?"

you rolled your eyes, "so then make it produce a hammer with that certain type of grip on it, it's really not that har-"

"you know what, i think i actually might've seen it in that box over there, you probably left it in here when you came to help alexis with something earlier." kaitlyn said, cutting you off and pointing to a box by the leg of her workbench.

leo walked over through the box and surely enough, pulled out a hammer with a blue rubber grip. maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you thought you saw a (first initial) engraved on its side.

"thank you, actually useful person!" leo said, walking back over to you and kaitlyn, "alright, i must go now, you," he said, facing kaitlyn, "keep up the great work, that sword looks amazing, and you," he said, turning to you, "stay out of conversations you aren't apart of, yea?" he gently tapped you in the head with the hammer and walked out of the forge.

you watched him leave with a scowl on your face, "you know, i think i do have a headache now, but it's not from spinning in that chair."

kaitlyn rolled her eyes, a knowing smirk on her face.

⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩

( pov change ! ₊˚⊹♡ )

leo often spent too much time overthinking almost every interaction the two of you shared.

you always left the boy confused. he'd be certain that something you said was purely out of hatred, but then he remembered the look you gave him while saying it-

did you have any clue you were driving him insane?

leo spent way too much time thinking about you than he should've, but he couldn't help it. you were a poem and he was dyslexic, he had to spend hours thinking about you, trying to read you.

so naturally, the two of you being on the same team for capture the flag had him up and pacing at two in the morning.

that night, he was up for hours, thinking about you. thinking about what he'd say to you, how you'd possibly respond, how much time you could potentially spend together, how he could possibly stray away from whatever duty he was put on just to see you.

in school, leo always sucked at math. but when it came to you, he was able to calculate how he'd spend every minute you shared.

and he SWORE he wasn't obsessed.

the day of capture the flag, he was hoping nobody knew morse code, because he was definetly tapping 'i love you' anxiously on his arm out of habit while looking at you.

you were standing across from eachother, you were standing next to percy, and he was standing next to kaitlyn, where he knew you'd be looking over to as annabeth explained the game plan.

he wasn't paying attention to what annabeth was saying, how could he? he knew you were looking over at kaitlyn, meaning you were also semi-looking over at him. he was more focused on making sure he didn't look like an idiot then he was on winning capture the flag.

"(y/n) and leo" annabeth said, snapping him out of his trance, "you two are guarding the west side of the creek, stay close. you know the ares kids like to lurk there."

"what?!" you exclaimed, though not sounding very opposed.

"annabeth, i dont know if that's a good idea, i'm not that great with a sword" leo admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

"you'll be fine, just throw a rock that's on fire if someone tries to attack you" annabeth said, as if it was an anyday thing, "anyway, alexis and michael-"

leo stopped paying attention to what annabeth was saying after that. he was assigned his role, what more was there to listen to? while you were most likely trying to figure out a game plan for the two of you, leo was stuck on your reaction. you hadn't seemed to against the idea, not like you used to when someone would assign you together. you used to throw a fit, like a little kid. but today, not even your "what?!" seemed very convincing.

leo was snapped out of his thoughts once again when annabeth exclaimed, "alright, everybody move out! kick ass, and don't get killed!"

"and always keep an eye out for selener!" percy added, walking over to annabeth.

she shoved his head playfully, "oh shut up seaweed brain."

just as leo was about to head over to where you were standing, he was pulled back by kaitlyn.

"take this" she said quickly, handing him a small walkie-talkie, "only use it for emergenices."

leo raised an eyebrow, "we couldn't have used something cooler? if you asked i coulda built an in-ear piece for everybod-"

"okayy, i get it. you're good at making shit, what's new? just make sure (y/n) doesn't get hurt, okay?" kaitlyn said, cutting him off.

leo simply nodded his head to show her he understood.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

( pov change again ! ₊˚⊹♡ )

you and leo walked through the woods in silence. it wasn't exactly awkward, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. it was just quiet. you were both lost in thought to say anything to each other. you were the one to break that silence.

"can you walk any slower, hammerhead?" you said, turning around to face leo, who was just a few feet behind you.

leo quickly looked up from the ground and shot you a glare. "hammerhead? your sea-nerd side is showing, clownfish", he said, picking up his pace and catching up to you.

you rolled your eyes at the name he called you, "wow real funny valdez, aren't you the most original and annoying person to ever exist?"

he scoffed, "little miss daughter of the sea, annoying as can be is telling me that i'm annoying?"

you gave him a look so dirty that the dirt under your feet seemed clean. when you had first met, that was all he'd call you. he twirl around you and say in a sing-song voice, "little miss daughter of the sea, annoying as can be!" it was stupid and childish.

he raised his arms in defense after he saw the look on your face, "woah, strike a nerve there?" he asked.

"whatever hammerhead," you grumbled, "you take the left, i'll take the right. scream if you need anything."

⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩

( you already knoww ₊˚⊹♡ )

had he pushed it too far? was the 'annoying as can be' thing too much? he knew it annoyed you, but he didn't think you'd really get mad over it. sure you two always teased and bickered with each other, but it was your own language with each other. leo knew he never meant the glares and comments he sent your way, and he didn't think you meant them either. or did you? was this all something leo made up in his head? did you actually hate him? or was he right, and you really didn't mean the glares and comments, but now you did?

these thoughts raced through his mind as he walked over to the left side of the creek. he really should've been thinking about what'd he do if he did bump into a blood-hungry ares kid.

he decided to look around for a good-sized rock that he could chuck at somebody if he needed to, leo planned on actually doing what annabeth said and throw a flaming rock at whoever decided to attack.

time passed, but nothing happened. not that leo wanted to be out fighting for a dumb flag, but he at least wished he'd be with you. those dumb ares kids had probably decided to lurk somewhere else, or so he thought.

he sat up in a tree, at least 8 feet off the ground. he had a small pile of rocks next to him, ready to be thrown. it was quiet on this side of the creek, away from where most of the action was happening. annabeth knew you were a good fighter, why had she put you over here with leo, a not-so-good fighter?

the quiet was interrupted by a pained scream, followed by heavy footsteps running away.

leo immediately snapped up from where he was once sitting and jumped down from the tree. he landed on his feet, but fell from the impact. he quickly scrambled up, making sure he didn't drop the walkie-talkie in his pocket, and sprinted toward you as fast as his feet would take him.

the second he heard the scream he knew it was you. who else could it be? you'd been on too many quests together to not know what it sounded like when you were hurt. he'd never heard you scream like this though, just the thought of what could've happened to you was enough for him to practically fly with each step he took.

when he finally reached you, you were lying on the floor, clutching your side. he immediately dropped down to your right side and lifted you up. one hand was lifting your back up while the other pressed firmly on your wounded side.

he couldn't speak. he was too focused on trying to find a way to cure you. you had wandered way too far from the creek for him to be able to easily move you, and he didn't have any nectar or ambrosia on him to give to you. he mentally cursed at himself for spending too much time daydreaming instead of preparing in case something like this happened.

leo didn't know what to do. he wasn't a medic, heck, the only thing he knew how to do was put a bandaid on. his mind was filled with panic, unable to move. he felt tears begin to brim in his eyes at this feeling of being helpless.

he heard a faint static noise come from the pocket in his jeans, the walkie-talkie! he quickly hoisted you up closer to him, to where he was able to support you with his arm and put pressure on the wound with his hand. he pulled out the walkie-talkie from his pocket and yelled, his voice filled with panic, "kaitlyn?! kaitlyn?! hello?! y-you gotta come quick, o-one of the stupid ares kids stabbed (y/n) in the side, and i don't have anything!"

his breath was trembling, and the tears of panic were now flowing down his cheeks. you obviously weren't doing well either. you were breathing heavily, also not saying anything.

"shit! o-okay! try to get her as close to the creek as you can and we'll meet you there!" kaitlyn's voice responded from the walkie-talkie.

leo didn't respond, he just quickly shoved the walkie talkie back into his pocket and picked up your legs with his other hand, picking you up.

you winced loudly as leo lifted you up off the ground, your other hand moving to put pressure on the wound. leo felt as if his heart strings were being pulled on, threatened to be cut.

"i-im so sorry mi amor, just hang in there, o-okay? we just need to make it to the creek" he said, his voice shaking and he began to run in the direction of the creek.

neither of you noticed nor brought up what leo had called you, he was too focused on trying to get you to the creek and you were too focused on, well, trying to survive.

once he made it to the creek, kaitlyn and whoever she was bringing for backup had yet to arrive. this didn't matter though, as leo took no time to put you into the water and try to wet the wound quickly.

your legs and side were as deep into the water as they could be, while your head rested on leo's knees as he tried to splash water onto the wound. it was healing, slowly, but surely. leo had lifted your shirt up a bit so he could see the wound and it was not pretty. the ares camper had stabbed you good and deep. the fact that they pulled their sword right out as well didn't help at all. while one of leo's hands was scooping up water and gently placing it onto the wound, the other rested below your other arm, holding you up and close to him. your left hand was also trying to put water onto your wound while your other hand was gripping onto his biceps, trying to support yourself.

truth is, this was the closest you'd ever been, and leo couldn't even realize it. he was too preoccupied on trying to make sure your wound was healing as quickly as possible.

you stopped trying to put water onto the wound, you were exhausted. instead, you looked up at leo, trying to meet his eyes, but found yourself unsuccessful. he was laser-focused on the water and your wound.

"leo" you said, breathlessly, still looking up at him.

leo stopped what he was doing and looked down at you, he still looked and felt a little freaked out. "yea?"

"im sorry" you said, "for the teasing, for the name calling. i-i didn't mean any of it."

leo didn't know if he felt more shocked or happy. it wasn't all in his head, you didn't really mean any of the things you had said.

leo shook his head, "no, no, it's okay. i didn't mean any of the teasing and name calling either, im so sorry."

it felt good to admit that to you. it felt good to know that you knew just a little bit of what leo felt. at least you didn't think he hated you anymore, and he knew you didn't hate him either. he never knew something so small could make him feel such relief.

"i think i actually kind of like working with you" you said, but quickly added, "only a little bit though. i don't care if i didn't mean the teasing, you still are a little annoying."

leo chuckled, "it's okay water girl, i know you obviously absolutely love being with me and wish you could spend every single moment of every single day with me" he said, teasingly.

you smacked his arm lightly, "oh now you're just crazy" you said, rolling your eyes.

you both started to laugh, still holding each other close.

your laughter stopped as a very concerned kaitlyn came out of the woods shouting, "oh gods! you're not dead!"

she quickly ran over to you, percy, annabeth and some apollo kid following her. leo let go of you as kaitlyn pulled you into a hug, at which you winced at.

as she pulled apart from you, the apollo kid squatted down to get a good look at your side, "it looks like it's pretty much healed, but you should still get to the infirmary, just to make sure."

"you guys take her, i'll go try and find those ares kids" leo said, a little sad that his time together with you was ending.

"throw a flaming rock at them for me, will ya?" percy asked him as he placed one of your arms over his shoulder and helped you stand up.

leo gave him a confirming nod and a smile. he watched as your group walked away back toward the woods and felt as if something were tugging at his heartstrings once again. just as you were about to enter the woods, he saw you look back at him and give him a sad smile.

"oh daughter of the sea, what are you doing to me?" he asked himself softly.

a/n pt.2 : heyyy, hope u enjoyed! lmk what you thought! and as always hope u have a great day / night!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson

[touyasdoll]

Day 26 Bonus: Stuckage

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: stuckage kink, reader gets stuck in a window & it has nothing to do with weight or size or whatever and everything to do with Kats being unable to help himself when you find yourself trapped, praise kink, mild degradation, light teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism sorta, daddy kink, nicknames used: princess, baby, & sweetheart, uhh if I missed any lemme know politely pls <3

notes: so..yeah. here’s another Kinktober post. even though it’s August lmao. maybe I’ll finish these by November ajdhdhs I’m sorry. these are all literally sitting in my drafts fully formatted, so I'm not changing them 😂

“Hey, babe?” You call in your sweetest voice to Katsuki, who is not-so-patiently waiting for you to retrieve the set of keys that you were so sure were right here in your bag.

“Yes, baby?” His tone borders on mocking as he stands there with his arms crossed, leaning against the car that he was hoping would’ve been open by now.

“What would you say if—hypothetically—the keys weren’t in my bag aaand I already locked the door on the way outta the house?”

“I would say that’d probably make you look like a pretty big asshole, considering that you swore they were in your bag. Hypothetically,” he adds with a shrug. 

“Yeah..s’pose it would, huh?” You frown and stick your bottom lip out in a pout to answer the heavy sigh that falls from your lover’s lips. 

“You’re not allowed to be in charge of the keys anymore,” he grumbles while strolling back over towards the door to lift up the plant where your spare key should be, but it isn’t there. 

“We, uh..took that in to make an extra copy to give to your parents,” you gently remind him, physically feeling the frustration radiating off of Katsuki. 

He closes his eyes and splays his hand over his face to pinch his temples, dragging his digits together as he rubs them over his eyes. 

“And both of those keys are still sitting on my fuckin’ desk where I left ‘em.” He heaves a sigh and looks at you, shrugging against as his hands settle on his hips. “Whaddya wanna do? Should we call a locksmith?”

“Is this all it takes to put you in full blown dad mode?” You giggle, unable to help yourself as you take in his stance and all too serious demeanor, not that your boyfriend was much of the carefree type anyway. He narrows his eyes, rolling them while his mouth moves in a mocking gesture. 

“It’s daddy to you, princess,” he teases, not-so-lightly swatting your behind and making you yelp as he strolls past you and starts walking around to the side of the house. 

“Hey, wait! Where ya goin’?” You call after him as you scurry along. 

“M’gonna check the back door. Maybe we left it open,” he explains with a shrug. It was doubtful, but worth a shot. 

“Fuck,” he curses, trying the obviously locked back door one more time like it might make a difference. It doesn’t. He tousles his hair and goes to head back to the front of the house. “Locksmith it is, I guess.”

“Wait!” You bounce a little on your feet and he turns around to hear your bright idea. “What about a window? I bet the one in the kitchen is still unlocked. I can climb through it.”

“That could work.” He nods and pivots to head further into the backyard, making his way over to the aforementioned window with you on his heels. 

He grabs the bottom and lifts up and, much to his relief, you were right about it being unlocked. He pushes the window up plenty high enough for you to crawl through and onto the counter that sits below it inside. 

“Alright, c’mere, baby.” He curls his fingers, gesturing for you to come closer before he bends his knee and taps the outside of his thigh. “Grab the sill and step on my leg. I’ll help boost you up.”

You nod and step in front of the window, placing both hands on the windowsill and putting your foot up on his knee to help propel yourself up and through the window. Everything’s going according to plan. Until you lose your footing on his leg trying to give yourself enough of a push to crawl through. That awful feeling of falling washes over you for half a second before his strong hands find your hips, keeping you from falling backwards onto your ass when your feet touch the ground again. 

“Motherfucker,” you sigh, closing your eyes as you take a moment and a breath to collect yourself. “Okay, let—ahh!” 

You’re cut off by the sound of the window closing. Again, thanks to his heroic reflexes and reaction time, you’re spared from injury as he catches the window before it hits you. You breathe a massive sigh of relief, practically wilting in the window, which now you can no longer simply slip back out of. 

“Babe, can you lift it back up, please?” 

“I’m trying,” he mutters. 

“What?”

“I said I’m trying,” he repeats, sounding frustrated, though you know it isn’t aimed at you. It’s aimed at the window that suddenly won’t budge an inch. “Damn thing’s fuckin’ jammed,” he gripes, heaving a sigh before his hands are on you, soothingly rubbing your back. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reassure him. “I’m fine I just,” you sigh. “Don’t know what to do now. Who the hell do we call for this? I’m not letting the fire department find me this way,” you state as you shake your head and briefly imagine what an interesting interaction that might make for. 

“I’m not either,” he scoffs, his eyes being drawn to your backside, which he had to admit looked especially great with you in this position. 

“Try opening it again. Maybe you loosened it,” you suggest, turning your head to try and look over your shoulder at him, but the angle is rather awkward with how you’re trapped. 

He tilts his head thoughtfully. It couldn’t hurt to try, but it certainly felt pretty well stuck. He leans over you and places his hands beneath the window again, trying in vain to lift it while his crotch presses right up against your backside.

“Are you really getting hard right now?” You can’t help but giggle, wiggling your ass against the bulge that you can feel growing in his pants. 

“You’re bent over in front of me,” he mutters, grunting as he attempts again to shove the window upwards. “And looking pretty vulnerable, I might point out,” he adds with a smirk as he relents his attempts and instead runs his hands along your sides. “How the fuck am I not s’posed to be hard right now?”

His hands seize your hips, bringing you flush against him while he grinds his hips forward, You close your eyes and let out a quiet groan, feeling a pulse between your thighs.

“You wouldn’t take advantage of me in a position like this, would you?” You ask in a sultry tone, no doubt implying that you sincerely hoped that he just might. 

“I wouldn’t say that, princess. You know how much I like seizing opportunities and this one seems too good to pass up.”

“Katsuki,” you whine his name, knowing full well that it makes all the blood in his body redirect to his dick. 

“Fuck, baby,” he gruffs, already feeling his breathing shallow from the pure sense of need that you can still feel pressing into your backside. “You want it that bad, huh? Want me to take you just like this, where any of our nosy fuckin’ neighbors could peek over and see me drillin’ ya?”

“Yes, baby. Don’t just want it. I need it, daddy. Please,” you insist, writhing as much as you can in your compromised position. 

“Shit,” he huffs the curse as he bunches your dress up over your hips, only pulling his hips away from your to appreciate the view. 

He hooks a finger underneath the waistband of your panties and tugs, letting it snap back against your skin while his other palm takes a greedy handful of your ass. 

“Still can’t fuckin’ believe someone as hot as you puts up with me,” he snorts, delivering a swift smack to your cheek before he soothes the ache with his palm. 

“I could say the same,” you reply, shaking your ass and grinning when you hear him groan at the sight, but you’re growing impatient, so you poke at him a little. “Have you even got your dick out yet? I want you so bad, baby..”

“Patience, princess. M’gonna take care of ya. Lemme just look at’cha for a second, yeah?” Both of his hands grope your behind before he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your panties and pulls them aside. “Wanna appreciate all this before I ruin ya.”

His thumb parts your folds and you shiver, juices gushing onto his digit as he snickers. 

“That worked up already, huh? Guess ya really do need me.”

You don’t need to see him to know he’s wearing his signature smug grin. His thumb finds your clit and he begins drawing it in slow circles, making you clutch to the wall inside the house. 

“I do, I do. Please, daddy,” you whine, rocking your hips to chase the friction he offers you. 

It’s gone a second later, but you hear the jingle of his belt coming undone and clench in anticipation while he frees his leaking cock. 

“All this beggin’ sounds real good, baby. Gimme a little more and then you can have this,” he promises, letting you feel his rock hard erection as the head teases through your lips. 

“Please,” you blurt the plea out, instantly complying in order to get what you need. What you crave. “I’ll do anything, baby. Want you inside me. Need you to fuck me. Want you to ruin me, daddy. Take this pussy. S’all yours. Always all yours.”

“Such an overachiever. S’what I love about you, princess,” he chuckles, giving you no notice before he lines up and bottoms out in a single thrust, stuffing you full with his impressive length. 

“Fuck!” 

You claw at the drywall beneath your fingers, pressing your hands to the surface to hang on as he begins to thrust, showing little mercy to your drooling cunt. 

“Goddamn you feel good. You’re really into this, aren’tcha? Like being stuck and lettin’ me use your pussy like I wanna?”

“Y-yeah. Oh fuck, yeah, daddy. U-use me. Oh my God, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

You’re babbling now, too far gone already with the way his cock moves inside you, deliciously dragging along your walls as the tip finds that special, velvety spot inside you and starts knocking into it over and over and over again. 

“M’not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not ‘til you’re creamin’ on my cock. You ain’t gonna last long, are ya? Fuckin’ squeezing me so tight already. Shit.”

“Mm-mm. N-no. Feels too—haa—s’too good, baby.”

And he’s right, of course. That white hot heat burns in your belly, searing you from the inside out as it builds and spreads, spiraling out of control as he continues to snap his hips, offering you no mercy now as you rocket towards your orgasm. 

It hits you like a freight train, making you scream as you slump over the sill of the window, simply trying to hang onto the structure as your cries echo around the empty kitchen. You don’t even notice the way that the window seems heavier on your spine now. 

“Good girl,” he grunts, breathing labored from his efforts as he keeps it up, sprinting towards his own undoing. “So fuckin’ good. Pussy’s too fuckin’ good, baby.”

He doesn’t even falter when he finds his release. If anything, he moves faster, willfully pummeling your poor, abused cunt as he fills you to the brim until the mixture of your essences begin to seep out as your own name falls from his lips, ringing in your ears through the haze you find yourself floating through. He looks down, entranced by the vision of his cum being pulled from and pushed inside of your again and again.

“Fuck,” he pants, sweat dripping from his brow and landing on your exposed lower back. He watches the bead trail along your heated skin to mingle with the rest of the fluids joined between your bodies. 

A whimper is all that you can manage as he withdraws himself and leans over you, a decisively more gentle touch skimming along your sides before he begins rubbing your back and feathering kisses along your spine. 

“You okay, baby?” His tone is as soft as his touch as he restores your modesty, dipping down to return your panties to their rightful place before he reaches for the hem your dress and pulls it back down. 

“Mhm,’ you hum, blissfully content as you continue coming down from your soaring high. 

“Good.” He continues rubbing your back, working up to your shoulders when his hand nudges the window and he realizes that it’s finally budged. “Well, shit,” he chuckles, reaching over you to lift the window up, freeing you from your entrapment. 

“Hmm?” You feel the pressure lift off of your back and step back from the window, shaking your head as a smile graces your features. “Well, I guess that works out.”

“Think you still have the strength to crawl through?” He grins, a little smug and a lot handsome as he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he rubs your arm. 

“Gimme a minute.” You laugh quietly, closing your eyes as you wind your arms around his and rest your head upon his broad chest, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt to inhale his cologne. 

“Take all the time you need, princess. I’m good right here,” he murmurs into your hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

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[golbrocklovely]

this means war // colby brock

A/N: so, a fun fact about me is that i go thru these weird addictions of rewatching old shows i used to love. and a while back, the show i got back into was gossip girl. now, even tho i hate chuck bass bc of how much a terrible person he was, i gotta give credit to the creators of the show bc they always gave him some of the most interesting scenes playing off of blair, especially when they hate each other. this fic is based off of season 2 episode 2. i may or may not have pulled some lines directly... i'm only so creative yall lol hope you like ! please let me know what you think :)

prompt: you and colby used to hook up, but then you called things off when he couldn't give you more. now that you're newly taken, colby isn't handling the news well. || fem!reader x colby brock

title based off of the song "this means war" by marianas trench

trigger warning: light SMUT, sexual tension, cursing, no actual sex but hella mentions of it, mentions of good girl, angsty, cheating???, slight dubcon possibly too

word count: 2249

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“I can't believe you leave for three months, and you come back with a boyfriend. That's crazy, Y/N!” Kat exclaimed, taking a sip from her solo cup.

I smiled brightly, my arm tightening around my boyfriend Ryan. “I know! But I just couldn't help myself. The moment I met Ryan, I just knew... God, that sounds so cheesy!”

He grinned down at me, kissing my blushing cheek. “No, it doesn't babe. I love the way you express yourself.”

I stared up into his eyes, cupping his face sweetly.

Sam coughed, clearing his throat. “So, Ryan, where are you originally from?”

Ryan turned to Sam confidently, my hand dropping from his face. “Iowa. A really small town. That was something me and Y/N immediately bonded on. Also, our love for baking.”

“You love baking? That's... so cool.” Sam nodded his head, looking at me, “Y/N, I didn't know you love baking.”

I scoffed jokingly. “Of course! It's a passion of mine. Well, it became even more of a passion once I met Ryan.” I let out an extra loud laugh, “The way this man bakes a cake!”

“Oh stop it, Y/N,” he swatted at my arm lightly, then his tone turned serious. “It's all about patience and perfecting your craft.”

Sam’s eyes widened, quickly glancing at Kat. “...I can only imagine. Hey, why don't I show you around the rest of the house? Maybe introduce you to the other peeps out by the pool.”

“That would be awesome, Sam!” Ryan followed Sam as he began to walk, turning back to me, “Babe? I'll see you later, okay?”

“Of course! Have fun. Come back soon.” I giggled, waving goodbye.

Ryan blew me a kiss and trudged with Sam into the backyard. Once they were out of sight, Kat grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen, where there was no one around.

She placed her drink down on the counter with all the other alcohol, crossing her arms. “Okay, girlie. Spill.”

“What? What are you talking about Katrina?” I glanced down at the ground, taking a long swig of my drink.

She smacked my arm. “Don't Katrina me. You know exactly what I'm asking... who the fuck is that man?”

“He's my boyfriend.” I stated.

“Yeah, I know that. I've been listening to the two of you for the past hour talk about meeting on your two week trip to Miami that extended into three months.” Kat sighed, closing her eyes tightly, and then looking back at me. “How the hell did that happen?”

“Look, I always... kinda intended on staying in Miami for the summer.” I mumbled, shrugging.

Kat reacted dramatically. “What? And not take me?”

I reached over, grasping her hand. “I needed to leave. And besides, it wasn’t a full-on vacation. I was staying with an aunt of mine down there. Ryan is her neighbor and pool boy. I didn't really intend on dating him." My mind wandered for a moment, "Or anyone…”

She squeezed my hand sweetly. “I never saw you as the type to fuck the pool boy.”

I cracked a smile, shoving her hands away. “Kat!”

She beamed mischievously. “What? C'mon Y/N. I’m just surprised you would date someone so… preppy looking. That man looks nothing like your past exes.” She glanced at me as she grabbed her drink, “Like Colby.”

I glared. “Me and Colby never dated, so he can't really be an ex.”

“Well, then you left LA for three months over a friends-with-benefits that went sour...” Kat scrunched up her face. “Doesn't sound as nice.”

I deadpanned. “Sounds pretty lame.”

“Can I ask you something, genuinely?” Kat’s voice lowered.

I exhaled. “I'm all ears.”

“Are you actually into him? Or are you just getting with him because of Colby?” She questioned, pouting.

I tried to make her believe me. “At first it was just a rebound, but I do like him now.”

“Do you love him?” She asked.

No. “...I could, at some point.” I huffed, leaning back against the counter. “I can't sit and wait for Colby to make a decision that he clearly doesn't want to make.”

“Well, is at least the sex good?” She joked, biting her lip.

I groaned. “We... haven't.”

“What?!” Kat yelled, her jaw dropping.

I shushed her, furrowing my brows. “You are obnoxious sometimes; you know that right?”

“So, if you guys aren't hooking up, what are you doing?” She argued.

“I mean, we've done some stuff. Just not everything. We mostly just talk.” I explained.

She raised an eyebrow. “Him or you?”

I muttered. “I think you already know that answer.”

“He at least talks about other things besides baking... right?” Kat jeered.

“Did you know cream of tartar is a byproduct of wine?” I remarked, my tone dry.

Kat puzzled. “What?”

“Exactly.” I grunted, bringing my drink to my lips.

I gazed behind Kat, choking quickly on my drink. Colby was sauntering over to us, a cute smile on his face.

Fuck. Not cute. Ugly. An ugly smile.

I beamed at Kat, taking her hand. “But honestly, that's my favorite thing about Ryan! He's just so smart. And not just mentally, but emotionally too.”

Kat cocked her head to the side. “What are you-”

I cut her off as Colby grew closer. “I'm honestly so surprised that someone as amazing as him would want to date me.”

“Do you really think you don't live up to his standards?” Colby inquired, standing next to Kat.

Kat looked at him for a moment. “Oh hey Colby.”

“Hey Kat.” He smiled down at her and then turned back to me, “That would be a shame if he did that to you.”

“Did what to me, Colby?” I sassed bitterly.

“Made you feel less confident in yourself. That was always something I found sexy about you.” His eyes glimmered at me.

I glared, our eye contact intensifying.

“...I'm gonna go find Sam.” Kat pointed to the door, slowly backing away and leaving.

I should have stopped her.

Colby’s face softened. “Hello, Y/N. You look extra tan.”

“Three months away from here did me some good in more ways than one.” I smiled sweetly.

He nodded, his head dropping for a moment. “I can only imagine. So, when do I get to meet this lovely new boyfriend of yours? Brian?”

“Ryan. He's being shown around by Sam.” I replied.

“How nice of Sam. So, are you curious as to what I did for the three months you weren't here?” He questioned innocently.

I pursed my lips walking towards the window. “Let me guess, fucked some random girls? You know, since you're single and unattached?”

Colby whistled, following me. “You definitely came back feistier. That was also one my favorite things about you...” His voice lowered, “your bratty behavior.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I only act this way with you, which actually reflects poorly on you more so than me.”

“You and I did always know how to have fun,” he responded cockily. Then he gazed out the window, “so, which one is Brian?”

I held back another eye roll, pointing towards my boyfriend. “Ryan is standing next to Kevin and Sam, by the pool.”

Once Colby’s eyes landed on Ryan, he snorted. “The living ken doll? That's your new thing?”

“Yes. And what about it?” I quipped, sharply spinning my body towards him.

“Nothing. Nothing. I just...” He choked back a laugh.

I placed my free hand on my hip, my voice harsh. “What?”

“He just looks so...” Colby trailed off, still looking at Ryan.

“Handsome? Sexy? Alluring?” I bragged.

“Bland. Very bland. Like Wonder Bread.” He snickered, “Very Old Navy chic.”

I hissed, “Oh, I'm sorry he's not a walking billboard for luxury brands like you. But I happen to like that quality about him.”

“...Guess I struck a nerve. I'm sorry,” he took a step back, putting his hands up defensively. “And you're right. Maybe he's a bit bland on the outside, but I bet he's wild in other ways.”

I scowled. “Does everything have to revolve around sex with you?”

“When it's between me and you, absolutely.” He answered.

“Well, for your information, me and Ryan have an amazing sex life.” I lied confidently.

“That's great to hear. I wouldn't want you...” Colby’s eyes snaked down my body, returning to my eyes, “unsatisfied.”

I ignored the shiver I felt, sucking my teeth. “You don't have to worry. It's none of your concern anyway.”

Colby took a long pause, a sly smile coming to his lips. “...What's your favorite position with him?”

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“Does he like to be on top or do you?” He queried, biting his lip.

I retorted, my jaw tense. "Are you really asking me these questions? God, you're so classy.”

I walked away from him in a huff, placing my drink down on the counter and leaning against it. I could feel Colby walk up behind me; his voice low in my ear. “Is he good with his hands? Is he more gentle or rough when he grabs you?”

“Like I would tell you.” I gulped.

“How about after making love... does he know you like to have your hair played with? How it puts you to sleep in seconds?” I could almost feel his smile against my skin as he closed the gap between us more.

“Of course he knows that.” I uttered, my voice faltering.

“Of course. Because he knows everything you like, right?” Colby softly pressed his body against me.

“Mmm-hmm.” I hummed, trying to ignore my stomach doing flips with Colby so close to me.

“How about during?” With his lips pressed against my ear, he whispered, “what names does he call you?”

I quietly gasped. “Colby, you can't-”

He cut me off, his voice slightly husky. “Does he say you're a good girl? Or do you only save that for special occasions, like when you actually listen?”

I tried to calm my breathing down, not wanting him to see how he was getting to me.

He continued on, “I bet he has a favorite one. Maybe it's ‘angel’, or ‘love’. Maybe even ‘darlin’... those were some of mine.”

Mine too.

“Does he know you have a sensitive spot behind you right ear?” Colby’s lips grazed the skin behind my ear as goosebumps raised across my body, “Right here, and your inner left thigh. Nibbling on those spots always left you so breathless.”

I nodded my head, biting my lip hard to hold back the moan that wanted to escape.

His hand drifted down my body, stopping on my upper thigh, “Does he know you like to be held down? Tied up? How you like feeling helpless?”

I whined, reaching for his hands. “Colby-”

He stopped my hands, lacing his fingers through mine and holding them down against the counter, away from my body.

“You always liked when I was a bit more rough with you. You loved when I handcuffed you and made it impossible for you to stop me from making you come over and over again.” Colby grunted.

I shuddered, feeling the wetness in my panties. “Y-you can't...”

“Has he done that? Has he made you come multiple times in one night?” He pressed me harder into the counter, my back arching into him. “Has he fucked you so good you pass out? How many times have you screamed his name?”

I couldn’t even speak, afraid I would tell the truth.

“Has he ever said…” Colby slid his lips across the back of my neck and over to my other ear, turning my face towards his mouth. Then in his breathiest whisper, he moaned, “be a good girl and come for me Y/N.”

I felt my hips twitch, begging for some friction to ease the wanton ache. My breaths were ragged, unable to catch up with the beating of my heart.

“Let me fuck you.” Colby demanded.

His tone brought me out of my daze. “What?”

“Let me fuck you, just one more time. God knows we both need it.” He muttered, biting his lip.

I shook my head, his hand falling from my face. “No. No. I-I can't I'm with-”

“Ryan. The man that hasn't fucked you in the three months you've been dating.” Colby emphasized.

My eyes widened, my mouth falling open. “What? How did you-?”

“The moment you walked into the house I've been paying attention to you. You and Kat talk very loudly when you think you’re alone,” he chuckled darkly. “Let me satisfy you, Y/N. You know I can. And I know you need it.”

I swallowed hard, annoyed. “I ended things for a reason Colby. No, I'm not gonna have sex with you. I hate you.”

His innocent smile came back as we looked at each other. “…Then why are you still holding my hand?”

I glanced down at our hands still interlocked on the counter. I ripped my hand away, sliding out from between him and the island I was pressed against.

Before I could say anything, I heard Ryan call my name.

"Don’t start a war you already lost, Cole.” I smirked, staring into Colby's eyes. “Coming Ryan!"

Colby narrowed his gaze as I left. I ignored the damp sensation in between my legs as I walked up to Ryan.

“You okay, baby? You looked flushed.” Ryan noted.

I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear nervously. “Of course. Just… talking to an old friend.”