#and i just need to much art of me kissing their flat fucking face

[starrspice]

I usually draw Y/N's to avoid making self ship art cuz i always feel like im doing something scandalous

Like I'll be teased and mocked for it

But damn is Help Wanted 2 making it really hard

#They're theater kids #IM a theater kid #he likes arts and crafts #I'm an art student #He likes naps and carousels #I LIKE NAPS AND CAROUSELS #They're Sun and Moon Im literally Starr #its meant to be #and i just need to much art of me kissing their flat fucking face #help wanted 2 #dca fandom #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #IM SO NORMAL FOR THEM I SWEAR #except im lying #im not normal at all #and im about to endure a 10 day work grind excluding christmas day and i just wanna explode #starr stuff #rant #nonsense #ignore me #im just being a silly simp again #whose as tired as a retired old detective #tldr I'm in love with these silly jesters and i need to draw me kissing them so bad

[girlboypersonthingy]

Would it be ok to request Vox with an affectionate s/o?

More than okay, nonnie! I’ve been getting so many requests bro, literally every time I post one, I get like 2 more in its place. IM LIVING FOR IT, KEEP IT COMING YALL! But also plz be patient with me 🥺 been waiting for a request for my flat-faced prince. Tbh the first time I watched Hazbin, my immediate reaction to Vox was ‘OH NO HES HOT!!!’ So, enjoy these headcanons 😘

Notes: gn!reader, maybe a little ooc Vox?

Vox x reader- Affection 💋

Also oh my fucking godddddd the vest, him in a vest. I need more Vox in a vest PRONTO…🥵

Okay so like…bro is more dirty minded.

He’s genuinely confused when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand like ???

Oh….you’re not just trying to fuck him and get famous?

Cuteee~

Sure, he’s fucked and made out with ppl and probably done some other crazy shit but his experience with sappy romance and affection like you show him is very limited.

He’s pretty dense, he’s got a tough shell and doesn’t really understand love languages and stuff like that.

His love language is most definitely gift giving and I just know he’s terrible at actually showing his feeling through words or romantic gestures or physical affection.

It’s usually just like “Hey! I love ya! I got you this.” *insert item you’d flip your lid over*

At least he’s a good gift giver! He really does try to give you cool stuff he knows you’ll like but he’s still learning how to actually speak about his feelings and show it physically.

He tries to match your energy the best he can

Get him gifts!!! Plz he loves homemade gifts too- gift him art, sing him an original song, sew him something, whatever your skills or talents may be, use them and he’ll adore it and also praise tf out of you

You took time to make this just for him? ‘Marry me’

Besides fucking around with Val, Vox doesn’t get much affection so he very quickly falls in love with all the sweet affectionate touches you frequently show him.

It’s all so different than Val, so sensitive and genuine. It really makes him swoon~

Melts when you kiss the corners of his screen- there’s something about non mouth kisses that really gets to him

He gets a huge dorky love stuck grin when you sit in his lap and hug him close, also hugs you back super tight

Absolutely loves kissing you and then noticing the lingering smudges/lipstick marks on his screen later

Fix his bow tie while giving him a sneaky wink in front of his crew and he’ll huff and look away while trying to hold back a smile

Invites you on his nightly broadcast as a guest one time and quickly learned how embarrassed he becomes when you flirt and call him pet names on live TV in front of tons of viewers

After only 10 minutes of talking, giggling and giving him bedroom eyes, Vox was struggling to maintain his composure- you’re so fucking cute.

All you had to do was laugh loudly at one of his crude jokes about Alastor and call him your “honey bunny” and suddenly the entire V tower lost power.

Poor man literally short circuits over your darling voice calling him such soft names- he’s so down bad for you he can’t even hide it

Val and Velvette have that specific episode downloaded and saved to every device they own bc there’s no way they are letting this go, he’s never living this down

If you pause the video right before it cuts out, just before the power goes out, Vox has literal hearts for eyes and his entire screen briefly becomes this bright blushy pink color- that’s a color no one has ever seen on him

Just keep doing your thing, you little hopeless romantic, and you’ll see that color more often.

But Vox might have to leave you at home when filming bc he can’t control himself around you sometimes and you obviously can’t either 🖤

#hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox x you #Vox Hazbin x reader #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #the vees #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel vees #hellaverse

[primrosebow]

YES PLEASE, part 2 😻 I would also LOVE to see his legs spread for us... Or maybe we forcefully spread them :3 either way I love you're art it's so hot, Lucifer's so hot. Just NEED to manhandle him 😞

-💌 anon (idk if that's been used, if so then 🐕 anon)

AH! MY KNIGHT! YOU WILL BE REWARDED HANDSOMELY FOR YOUR COURAGE IN STEPPING INTO MY INBOX!

_-->Lucifer x reader // pt 2🍎

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!content warnings!: nsfw, edging (AAAHAHAHAA!!!! THE FIRST KINK NAME THAT I ACTUALLY FIGURED OUT! it's pretty self explanatory, but I'm proud of me so shut) probably other kinks but, again, nun. andddd a wee lil more writing compared to my other posts

Shoutout to 💌 anon‼️‼️

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The air is thick with tension as lucifer catches his breath, tears running down his now hot face. He's completly oblivious to the atmosphere, however- he's too deep in pleasure to even realize what he'd just done.

You had explicitly told him not to cum, going as far as edging him for the last few minutes, but, of course he couldn't keep it down, in the same way he hadn't lowered his teasing, which was the exact behavior that had gotten him into this predicament. You see; Lucifer is honestly one of the best you could have ever dreamt for, wealthy, stunningly gorgeous, funny, patient- wait. Scratch that last part. He's not patient at all. When he wants something, he'll do whatever it takes to get it. And that time, it was to get you to have him as you pleased.

You honestly didn't know what had gotten into him, he'd been teasing you for the last several days with no signs of giving up -what was his goal with this?- you thought, whenever he'd litter kisses along your neck and imediatelly turn around and speed off to do god knows what. Whenever he'd lay on your lap and arch into you, displaying his body for you, only to turn around and act like nothing happened within a split second, even touching your sensitive spots and acting oblivious. Whenever- actually, you could go on all day long. And right now, he'd finally realized what he did.

His expression flows from one of relief into one of guilt. He turns his head from you, snapping his eyes down to your hand over his still painfully hard dick before dragging them back up when the sight alone had made him twitch in your hands.

His thighs had been strongly pressed against your arm before you used your other hand to make Lucifer look at you. He looked frustrated, ashamed, confused- why all of that? Because this wasn't the outcome he expected. He thought you'd have your way with him, bend him over the nearest flat surface and fuck him out of his mind, he thought you'd overstimulate him until he couldn't think of another thing other than the sting of his drawn out pleasure, thought you'd be rough with him.

But no, you were gentle.

With your actions, at least. Your words were pure venom. "You want to get treated like some desperate slut, huh?" "You look down on those sinners but you're no fucking better." "You're already drooling? My god you're pathetic." "You haven't earned my touch- much less the right to cum. You've been nothing but an inconvenience, you're lucky I'm even doing this" as you so gently jerked him off with the most delicate touches, holding his hand, ghosting your lips over his neck and moved the hair out of his face. The juxtaposition from the two extremes of your words and actions drove him insane- he just couldn't deal with it, you were tearing down his whole being by the second- and eventually, he couldn't hold himself anymore.

You don't spare him a word as you push his legs apart and watch them tremble to stay open for you as rushed apologies and poor excuses left his mouth. Before he could continue with his apologies, you roughly rub your fingers over his tip, earning a broken, fucked out moan from him, his tail a dead giveaway of his enjoyment of the new treatment.

"Is this what you wanted?" Was your unamused response. You kept going at the much rougher pace you had just now set, his eyes fought to remain open as more tears flow out of his red, glowing eyes; he wasn't prepared for such intensity after what you had put him through "aah- mh- w-wait -oh goodness- please! Have mercy!" His pleading falls on deaf ears as you continue at your current movement. The king of hell had his pride completly broken, and you weren't even close to being done with him.

Ah, seems like the two of you have a long night ahead of you

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I just found out about weevils I am not the same woman I was 10 minutes ago. I love these stupid little guys. I love them so much. I love weevils.

Sorry for dying I'm back tho with like a truckload of stuff in mind to tell yall abt. Also I don't proofread or anything this is like as raw as it gets.

Ermm @ ing @bigfatbimbo because this mf into lucifer FOR REAL💪💪

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #💌 anon＼(^^)／ #gee golly #I could go for some guaraná right now #whatevzzzz.... it is what it is #here's the slop for 2nite guyze

[sim0nril3y]

Omg I love this series so much 😭 you’re an amazing writer!

I was wondering how things would go down if perhaps the reader was being stalked by their ex or something like that? Please don’t feel like you have to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable or anything like that! Thank you so much for reading this and I hope you have a wonderful day! 💚

Firstly, thank you so much! You are so sweet, friend! Secondly, oooh, that is super interesting! Please find answer to your request below. Warnings: Stalking behavouir, slight smut (nothing too graphic just a little something), canon-typical swearing.

I think initially it might be something that the reader might try to hide from him. Like, this is embarrassing or thinking Simon might think it is too trivial or that you’re overreacting. So, maybe you don’t tell him at first, but he’s intuitive, right? He’ll start to notice that you’re using the bolt on the door in your flat more often, locking your windows which is strange because you usually have them thrown open to stop your flat smelling like art supplies, looking over your shoulder a little more when you’re walking beside him. The biggest red flag for him is when you ask if he’ll start dropping you to and from work. You have never once asked him to do that since being in a relationship. Regardless he agrees and notices that you a little more relaxed when he’s around.

It isn’t until he’s picking you up from work one night that Simon notices that you’re in conversation. He’ll frown, hands gripping the steering wheel before recognising that panicked look on your face. Stalking towards you two Simon will start to pick up small pieces of conversation. “We’re over.” You need to leave me alone.” “I’ve moved on.” It didn’t take a genius to pick up that you were familiar with this person, there was a history here. You’d both shared that awkward conversation about past relationships, maybe this was Francis. “There a problem here?” Simon steps behind you, placing a protective hand on your waist instinctually.

God, it’s fucking good to notice the way that you calm in his presence, instantly looking less tense and even stepping back towards him accepting that protective aura. “Who the fuck is this?” The man in front of him gestures to Simon who is all too happy to inform him. “I’m her fucking partner.” He bit out, hands securing tighter on his waist, moving her to his side rather than in front of him giving him the ability to intervene swiftly if this lad decides to do anything stupid. “Who the fuck wants to know?” Simon could see the disappointed on Francis’ face, he could see the anger and the betrayal.

It didn’t come to blows that night and by the time Simon took you home he had gotten all the details. You had noticed Francis had been hanging around your work a few times, mostly saying he was there drinking with friends, but you’d never noticed him with anyone. It was something you had chalked up to coincidence, but started to get more worried as you noticed him showing up when you were shopping and then even spotting him at the carpark outside your flat. It had startled you.

“Why didn’t you tell me, love?” Sat on the sofa in your flat he took your hands so gently and squeezed them. “I could’ve nipped this in the bud quickly.” “I don’t want you getting into fights for me, Simon.” Your voice was tiny and he allowed a quiet sigh to pull from him before tugging you into his strong body, rubbing your back comfortingly and replying evenly. “Nothing is too trivial.”

That night Simon spent time making you feel safe in your own home again, making you a tea, running you a bath, watching some trashy reality show you enjoyed, eating your sweet cunt on the sofa, messy and passionate, grunting at the taste and never taking his eyes off your writhing form. Then once done he put you to bed peacefully, soft kiss on the forehead. He couldn’t sleep though, not with that twat still out there. No, he needed backup on this and knew instantly who to call. Price knew someone that might be able to find some intel for him, he'd make some contacts and get back to him – that was a promise. Price knew that if Simon was asking for help, then it must have been serious, he didn’t pry and he didn’t question, simply agreed, like he knew Simon would do for him if the situation was reversed.

Keeping to his word Price gave him all the details that Simon would need for Francis including his work and home address. Not wasting any time Simon stopped by his workplace the next morning, sat in the carpark and just waiting, watching as Francis eerily felt like he was being watched, just how you had felt, that same eking paranoia eating away into the back of his mind. The torture Simon inflicted was slow and sweet, for weeks he would keep a very close eye on Francis and leaving enough evidence around his home that Francis knew someone was watching him, but never being able to catch him. All this meant that you hadn’t seen anything of Francis either, you went back to living your normal life, completely unaware of what Simon was doing all the while.

Once it was finally time to put this all to an end Simon put his mask to good use along with a dark alley that Francis had walked down. With a hard yank Simon forced him up against the brick wall. “Not nice being followed, is it?” The boy trembled in his hands. “Listen to me, boy. If I ever catch you lingering ‘round near my missus again I’ll make sure no one sees you again. Am I clear?” Simon didn’t even need to say you name aloud for Francis to understand who he was being warned away from. “Am I clear?!”

“Yes! Yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll… you’ll never seen me again! I swear! I swear!” Throwing him to the ground Simon swiftly left the area, stashing his trusty mask and tact gear in the car before driving to pick you up from work. This would be the end of it, Simon was sure. Now at least you could return to your regular life without needing to look over your shoulder. Honestly, dealing with a troublesome ex-boyfriend was just the tip of the iceberg of what he was willing to do for you. His main priority was you living a happy and full life and he’d be damned if you weren’t going to do that.

Ask | Masterlist | 30-08-2023

#ghost mw2 #ghost imagine #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost x oc #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon riley cod

[jinkookspencil]

everything hurts and i'm dying

everything hurts after an intense gym session... but jungkook helps ease the pain.

description/tw/tags: ~3k words / jungkook x (f) reader / one-shot / fluff / hurt-comfort (maybe a dash of angst?) / sensual and suggestive (alludes to and mentions sexual acts but includes none, no actual smut) / established relationship /gym rat!jungkook / soft with some sexy and serious moments sprinkled throughout / i'm pretty sure i reached a follower milestone since my last fic so i just want to say thank you all so much for that. i hope you like this. read when sore from the gym lol. feedback is appreciated & welcome :)

“Everything hurts and I’m dying.”

“What did you do....?!” With his brows raised, his mouth agape, and a slight chuckle in his voice, Jungkook walks into your apartment to see you lying flat on the couch surrounded by every pillow you could get your hands on and with any necessity you’d need at arm’s length and the TV playing some trashy reality show you quickly turn off. You hear your boyfriend giggle at your words and undoubtedly your state, but it’s cut short when he appears by the couch, and you see a look of concern in his eyes as he looks down at you instead of the smile he must’ve had seconds ago.

“I…. I just went to the gym alone.”

“No,” he giggles before repeating the word sternly. “No. I know that. And I can’t believe it took you a whole day of pain before you thought to text me. You need to stick it out, baby. You said you wanted to build more muscles. Now tell me exactly what you did at the gym. Did you do the workouts I taught you? Which areas did you target?”

You stare at the ceiling, unable to look Jungkook in the eyes as you reveal the truth to him.

“I did everything you taught me… and I looked some up.”

“Okay, but if you really can’t move, as you texted me earlier, I need to know exactly what you did, baby…. Which areas of your body? Was it a leg day?”

“I told you I did…. everything. Legs, yes…. and my arms…. my shoulders… and I did my back too.”

“You…. you did what?!”

“Jungkooooooook,” you whine his name in hopes that it calms the anger in his face and voice… it almost does.

“You…. you did all of that in oNE DAY?!”

“I tried my best… I wanted to be stronger.”

“Sweetie, how many times do I have to tell you? This isn’t an overnight thing.” He walks away from view, pacing the room before facing you with his fingers at his temples. It’s hard to make out the meaning of the expression on his face, a weird mix of concern, slight amusement…. and definitely the anger that he tried but failed to conceal. “I know you tried your best, but you have to know yourself… You have to listen to me and pay attention when I tell you how to hold weights and which weights to pick up….”

“I tried….”

“I know you did,” he says, sighing before stepping towards you to kiss your forehead and sitting down by your feet. “I know you did, baby. Now, tell me exactly where it hurts. It’ll help me figure out what might’ve gone wrong or how to make you feel better.”

“I…. Everywhere, Jungkook. My legs, my arms, my back, my chest, and my fucking neck. That’s new. I didn’t know I could have a sore neck from the gym. You’d think I replaced my pendant with a kettlebell instead of lifting it up.” He nods, already knowing exactly what must’ve gone wrong, though he doesn’t point it out. “My neck never hurts when I’m with you.”

"Remind me to never let you go alone for the foreseeable future."

"I wanted to see if I could do it all on my own. But I do want you there I just.. wanted to know I could do it and prove that to myself. And.. this is the result."

"You can go to the gym alone, baby... You will be able to - easily. As you did before we started strength training... But this is a serious thing. It's not like when we both did art lessons and learned the rules just to break them and be creative. There are things you just need to learn how to do correctly. And I'm with you every step of the way until you can do it alone. And I'll also be there too, happily watching you when you squat - focusing on the main event rather than your form." He wiggles his eyebrows and slaps the side of your butt.

"Ouch, Koo!"

He shakes his head, softly rubbing your calf. "It really hurts everywhere, huh? Well, I’m already hurt just seeing you like this, but so I can know exactly how to help you, I can go to the gym right now and do every area you did so that you’re not in this alone.”

“Don’t put yourself through this torture,” you laugh, holding your stomach at the sting.

“….You did abs too?”

All you could do is stare at your boyfriend from under your hood. He knows the answer to his question. His fingers squeeze the space between his brows as he shakes his head and chuckles, still softly rubbing your calf with his other hand. “This girl… You’ll be the death of me and yourself.”

“As you know, or maybe you don’t since apparently you don’t pay attention to the gym shit I say anyways,” he says a moment later, "-Kidding. Now, normally I rest, which I’m glad you’ve been doing all day, even though I wish you told me to come first thing. Now I wouldn’t recommend this next technique, but sometimes I power through the pain by working out some more, an-“

“Absolutely not, Jeon. You told me that before. You’re a demon or something for that. Ugh, you’d definitely be the annoying girl that powers through period cramps with a workout.”

“Well, luckily, I don’t get period cramps, but seeing your strength and what they do to you, I doubt it,” he says, softly rubbing your tummy. “And it definitely won’t help you right now, but I know something that might. A massage.”

“I’m too lazy and in pain to get dressed and find a spa anytime soon, Koo,” you sigh.

“You have me.”

“I know you’re good at everything, baby, but -”

“I’m not, but I can try. I can’t count the number of sports massages and physical therapists I’ve seen. Let me try. I’ll stop as soon as you want me to.”

“Okay, but be gentle….”

“I always am… well…” he says, laughing. You shove him with your foot as he gets up to get the lotion from the bathroom. Coming back, he sees you exactly the same. “Babe, try taking off some of your clothes?”

“It… hurts.”

Jungkook sets down the bottle of lotion and gently and swiftly helps you out of your clothes until you’re in nothing but your panties. But it doesn’t stop you from muttering little “ouches” in the process.

“Oh, my baby really is in pain,” Jungkook whines in aegyo, helping you lay back on the couch. “I’m sorry, baby, I know it’s horrible. This is hard for me to watch too, but let me make you feel better, hmm?”  And just like that, you believed and knew he could, especially since the brush of your hair he did and the quick kisses he placed on your nose and collarbone right then were enough to make you forget about the pain for a fraction of a second. “Ready?”

“Yes… but Jungkook, everything hurts. I might stop you.”

“Please stop me. Tell me everything - where it hurts, the sore spots, how to move. If you can’t talk, don’t worry about it - I know your moans and sounds well enough by now - the happy and painful ones - otherwise, just hit me or wave at me to stop. Oh… I probably should’ve laid you on your back, huh?”

“I can’t fucking move anymore, Koo. Just… do my front, and we’ll figure out the back later.”

Considering your state, you didn’t expect him to straddle you, but his gentleness surprises you further. If it weren’t for his thighs by your legs, you wouldn’t have guessed he was there… He pours a blob of lavender lotion onto his hands before freezing in his spot. “Holy shit… This is my favorite view,” he giggles, eyebrows rising at your nearly naked form beneath him.

You don't have time to respond. Before you know it, his hands are on your collarbone, lathering your skin in lotion before moving up your neck and down and across your shoulders, upper chest, and down your arms. Slowly, yet powerfully. With every stroke and touch, you feel the tensions in that area slowly release.

“This feels so…. good, Koo. More. And a little downwards…” you whine, the words barely escaping you with his fingers pushing the skin at your neck. He doesn’t reply with words, grunting at your pleasure as he focused on every movement he made and every reaction you gave.

“Does… does your chest hurt?”

You open your eyes to see the faintest hint of a smile on Jungkook’s face, still focused on his hands, which moved lower. “Is this an excuse to feel me up since you already got me naked and under you?”

“Well, does it hurt?”

“….Yes.”

“Then shut up,” he giggles, eyeing your raised buds. But he takes his time, his fingers swirling in small, quick circles above your breasts before moving up and down, and it’s hard not to moan at the pain and the slight pressure, especially considering Jungkook’s fully sitting against your crotch at this point instead of hovering over it. He makes it to your bud, squeezing it, and a shriek escapes you, and Jungkook almost did as well, hovering over you and widening his legs so as not to touch you at all. “What, was it too much, baby? Does it hurt?”

“Y—yeah,” you wince. “… I guess they’re too sensitive? I can't tell if it's the gym or maybe my period's coming soon. You can keep going, but… somewhere else.”

“You sure?” he asks, eyes wider than ever.

“I’m sure, baby. Do my legs.”

“As you wish, princess,” Jungkook nods, sitting beneath your legs, gently grazing your calves.

“…Harder, baby,” you whine, shaking your leg beneath his hands. “I can take it.”

A smirk appears on Jungkook’s face for a moment, but he shakes his head, visibly casting any thought aside in fear that his horniness will hurt you once again. So he swirls the soles of your feet, and kneads up and down your legs and thighs, easing every ache within them. When his fingers graze the lining of your underwear as he worked your inner thighs, you follow an urge.

“Jungkook,” you moan, wincing as you sit up to see his face, but he immediately lunges at you and lays you back down gently.

“A sit up now?! Are you crazy?” he says, a slight pant in his voice.

“I just…. I thought I could maybe…. since I’m… in case you’re….,” you mumble, unable to form a sentence due to the sexily angry look on Jungkook’s face over you and the pain rushing through your body once again. Your voice actually trails off when you look down at his crotch to see his bulge through his sweatpants. “Well, I know you’re… you know and…. I’m sorry that I can’t do… anything. Did you have to fucking grunt? It's the grunts that did it more than your touch. I want to, I want you, Koo, that’s why I… the sit-up. But… I’m in too much pain to do anything.”

Much to your relief, he sighs with a smile on his face and leans on all fours over you. “Baby,” he starts before placing a quick kiss on your nose, “First of all, calm down. I know you hate when I tell you that, but a massage is supposed to relax you - how are you supposed to relax when you're panicking like that? And - you always turn me on. This is normal as shit. Well, not this specific situation - please let me do this again when you’re all better, but… aroused as I may be, I think I’m too scared to hurt you some more to do anything, even if I’m gentle. I could barely look at you let alone continue touching you."

“No… please do, baby,” you whisper against his lips, rubbing his arm. “You’re so good at it, and I need it. I'm relaxed, I just want you... How about this - continue making me feel better… and tomorrow, you can make me feel good.”

“Done, princess,” he giggles, seeing you wiggle your eyebrows. “Don’t do that. What if your forehead hurts too?” He touches the skin there before the back of his fingers graze over your collarbone and up your neck just as he was about to resume his straddling position. “Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

“Wait, Jungkook.” You grab onto his shoulders to stop him, rushing to continue speaking so he wouldn’t stop then and there.

“Kiss me.”

He laughs, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss before he lightly peppers your face, neck, and shoulders with barely-there kisses.

“This is today,” you whisper against his hair, softly tugging it. “Next time… mark me a little.”

You feel him smile against your skin. “It’s like you read my mind.”

“Come on, back to business,” he says, straddling your legs once again. “Now, your crotch - yes or no? Does that hurt too? Any vagina exercises you Googled?”

“No, you give me those too,” you laugh. “No pain, but I wouldn’t mind you working on it a little.”

“Horny brat,” he mutters, lightly touching your bikini area and in between your legs. You knew you were wet already, the grunt Jungkook let out, probably a reaction to the spot he must’ve seen on your underwear.

“What about ONE finger?”

You turn your head to face your boyfriend, realizing he must’ve been looking at you writhing beneath him the entire time. Had you been staring at him too, you knew the sight alone would’ve made you jump on him again.

“Who’s the horny brat now?!”

“It might help!”

“Jungkook, we both know what one finger will lead to,” you softly say, angry you have to resist him.

“I know, I know,” he nods, bending down to place a soft kiss on your fupa and waiting for you to rub his head. “Tomorrow. If you’re better.”

“I will be.”

He sits up, legs still on either side of you as he grazed your soft-lavender scented arms with his fingertips before finally intertwining his hands in yours, and for a moment that feels like it lasted hours, all you and Jungkook could do was stare at each other. A new source of pain emerged - a slight stinging in your cheeks from the now prolonged smile on your face, but you gladly welcomed it, especially seeing the smile on his face above you.

This - he - was your safe space - in pleasure and in pain. The physical and non-physical. The pillowness of his cheeks was more comforting than any bed you’d ever slept in. His wide smile more innocent and sincere than most of your old school photos, not without the too-perfect menacing twirl. His eyes were the warmest pools of galaxies and stardust, more beautiful than any natural landscape you’d seen with your own two eyes. His touch was warm against your hips, more calming than any hug you’d ever gotten from anyone else. For a moment, you forgot your pain. From the gym. From yourself. From your past. From life. But when Jungkook’s hand dips into your skin a little too hard but with just the right pressure, eyes still on your face, you remember that he’s far more than an antidote or a temporary fix-it solution.

The old you would’ve never gone to the gym, let alone ask for help at the sign of pain - too proud to admit to any misstep or neediness. The old you would’ve never trusted a man enough to be comfortably naked with, fupa, tummy, stretch marks out and all - as he took care of you. Receiving unconditional love and care after years of only giving it. But here you were. That was the thing about Jungkook. He made you want to live better. He made you realize you deserved to live better. And he did so not through any preaching or pressure but merely by living. By leading by example and believing in you. He made you unafraid - to trust yourself, to push yourself, even in everyday decisions like going to go the gym - as disastrous as this session’s result may be, it was a step in trusting yourself nonetheless.

“I feel like you’re thinking about something serious,” Jungkook whispers, staring into your eyes, which immediately water at the sound of his voice. “Hey, hey….” Suddenly, his face is right on top of yours, his fingers wiping away under your eyes. “I know you’re in pain, baby, but you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t make any mistakes. Because at least now you know what not to do, yeah? And I’m so fucking proud of you. You know that? I’m always so proud of you, baby.”

“I… I do, Jungkook,” you breathe against his nose. “I was… I was thinking about you. How the fuck do you always know what to say? I’m lucky to - ” His lips meet yours before you’re able to continue your sentence.

“Don’t, baby. This isn’t a ‘me’ thing. If anything, it’s an ‘us’ thing. I just know how it feels like - all of it. And if I didn’t live it, I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t get it. But I do, baby. And you know I can’t lie for shit so I mean every single word. So. Fucking. Proud of you. In every way.” The last words leave his lips as his forehead touches yours, and right after lifting your head to kiss him again, he sits up, scratching his arm.

“Baby,” you say with cautious eyes, knowing Jungkook’s ‘horny but I can’t do anything about it’ tell.

“Fuck, now I'm here thinking about you and I want you even more.”

“I, I do too,” you whine, thinking of a position or sexual act that might satisfy you both. “Is this a thing - what about reverse sixty n-”, but once again, Jungkook interrupts your train of thought.

“T- I’m not forgetting that,” he starts, holding back his giggle and holding your waist in his arms, “but…. tomorrow, as we said. Or the day after if you’re still sore. Gentle. I won’t be back to normal til you’re back to normal. And hey, I still have to do your back too.”

“Jungkook… Let’s just skip it and stay like this. Plus, I know you can’t resist my ass and getting full access like that…”

“Well, I was able to control my thoughts until you said, ‘full access to my ass,’” he pouts, his hand reaching under your hips to touch a bit of your plump behind. “I have to do your back, baby. I know it hurts, but I won’t be too long. And instead of sitting on your legs with access to your ass, I’ll sit on your ass and do your back that way.”

“With your dick against it?!” The both of you burst into a fit of laughter, Jungkook slowly leaning forwards until he leans over you again. “I'll be hard and horny, especially if you continue moaning, but I'll be fine. I'll focus on you... or not. I'll try thinking of the errands we have to do and hope my hands have a mind of their own."

A moment of silence later, he continues. "We overthink the crap out of things, but it paid off. I just thought of something for now. After I do your back. There’s no touching, but it’ll help relax your body even more - the last technique I didn’t tell you about - and with you, it’ll be sexy as fuck, and I can jerk off to the scene for the rest of my life.”

You raise your brows in intrigue.

“Come on, princess. I’ll help you turn around, then I’ll finally rip your cute little underwear off of you and draw you up a nice, warm bubble bath.”

“Don’t join me in the tub. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you. I’ll agree only if you get in the shower and give me a little show too. A glimpse of what you'll be doing for the rest of your life. And - since I'm in pain and being extra greedy, a soapy, sexy little dance to go along with it.”

“Happily, princess.”

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[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 1)

Tommy Shelby x reader

🌷Massive thanks to @lyarr24 for providing this idea. I can’t say this enough, Lee-Anne your incredible idea came just as I was feeling kind of out of Tommy inspiration (maybe because the season is gone), thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing and trusting this and other ideas… I love it!!!

🔮Summary:  You are Polly’s goddaughter, met Tommy when you moved in with your godmother. After Grace left, when he was broken, in a shell, moved by the pain… until he started noticing you. Then in a serious relationship some unexpected news will shake their worlds a little.

“Polly open the safe please.” She was looking at the window, distracted. “Polly…”

She finally woke up from dreamland and confused, looked at him.

Tommy pointed at the safe.

What was it with everyone lately? Doing everything slower, making him repeat himself.

“Have you heard from Y/N?” She opened the safe and looked at him in silence.

“She’s busy, I guess Polly.” Taking what he needed, he closed it again. “Why?”

Polly looked around, there were people taking bets. This wasn’t the time or place to tell him, she needed to talk to Y/N first.

“Oh, nothing she just told me her father got some new stones and pearls, there are two rare yellow diamonds she wanted to show me.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes at her. What the fuck?

“Pol, I need you focused on the business, we are about to take over Sabini can your fucking pearls wait for later?”

“Calm down Thomas, everything will be fine.”

Tommy arched his eyebrows. “Of course, it will, and you want to know why? Because I’m not thinking of fucking yellow diamonds.” He snapped and left the room.

He had so much going on at the same time, he didn’t have patience for this.

Marching to his office he found Lizzie coming out from it.

“The files you have been waiting arrived, I just left them on your desk.”

Finally, the information over Michael and Anna Gray.

***

“Lizzie says there was a gunshot.” Y/N entered Tommy’s office with a worried look.

He was picking up the papers scattered on the floor.

“She’s mad at me because I didn’t tell her where Michael is.”

“You found her son?! Tommy…” The smile on her face told him he did the right thing.

“I can’t tell her where he is, just look at what she did.” He pointed at the ceiling, there was the fucking hole.

“If you know she’s carrying a loaded gun, you should have known better not to make her upset.” She warned him, but then her eyes got soft and a smile started to form. Tommy pulled her hard for a kiss, their lips smashing together, immediately feeling like he started a fire inside of her. “Wait, wait, Tommy.” She asked out of breath, his hand somehow was already half way inside her panties.

“What.” He was frustrated, getting hard within seconds.

“I have something for you.” That’s why she was in his office. “Was going to wait until the races, but the reopening of The Garrison seems very fitting.” Y/N opened her purse to show him a black velvet box.

Inside, Tommy found a gold cufflink set.

“See? The little wishbone there?” Y/N took one and lifted his left wrist just to see how it would look. “I asked my father to put the flour-leaf clover and the horseshoe to wish you good fortune, also because you love your horses.” It was a tremendous piece of art. “It’s 14k.”

Tommy cupped her face between his hands, he didn’t know how she do it, in the middle of the madness, on top of his chaos, she brought calmness, peace, a smile and everything got better.

“Thank you, Y/N for this… for everything.” He adored her, would do anything to see her smile.

Pleased that Tommy liked his present, Y/N pressed her lips on his for a quick kiss. “Will you finally show me what dress you chose for me?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Should I be scared of your choice?” Y/N took his flat cap from his hands and placed it on top of her head. Tommy gave it a little tug to cover half her eyes.

“I chose you, I think you should be scared.” Lifting her chin up to look at him from under the small visor of the cap, she asked: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You sound like me now, ey?”

“Just so you to know… I chose you, I gave you the chance, not the other way around.” He knew that, but he liked to give her a hard time.

Especially when he was in a good mood like tonight.

The Shelby brothers kept the new decoration of The Garrison a top secret until tonight.

Everything was new, there was lots and lots of gold everywhere she looked around, they wanted to show off their new status, the power… Tommy removed the arm around her waist to hug Arthur, a genuine smile on his face, lighting him up.

“There you are, come here girl!” Arthur took her in his arms and spun her around, earning a happy squeal.

“Oi! Put her down!” Tommy joked.

The kiss on her cheek tickled for the mustache. “Good to see you Y/N, good to see you.”

Tommy grabbed a drink and took her hand to guide her to a quiet place, as they were walking by the main entrance, Ada appeared with Karl in her arms. Haven’t seen her in a while.

“I’m glad you came, Ada.” Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulders as Esme took Karl.

She opened her free arm to Y/N. “You look nice.” Excitedly she gave Ada two kisses. “Likewise… You should visit more often, next time Karl won’t even know my name.”

“When are you finally getting married?” Ada asked, making Y/N look down. She hadn’t told Tommy anything yet, he was always busy, always fixing things, solving everyone’s problems. Besides, he never showed any interest in taking their relationship to the next level.

Clearing his throat he suggested: “Why don’t you talk to Polly? She’s already pissed.”

Walking over her, Y/N tried to fix Polly’s hair, her coat was hanging from her shoulders, a drunk smirk on her face.

“If you don’t have an address, then I’m not interested.” She downed her drink as if it was water.

“Polly…” Y/N started.

“You must know it, he tells you everything.”

“I don’t have his address Pol, I would go and find him for you, you know I love you.”

“Filthy liar.” Polly pointed her finger at her. “Get me the address, or I will tell your man.”

Ada looked between them. What was she talking about?

Y/N felt stabbed. “Don’t you dare. You wouldn’t do it.” It wasn’t fair from her.

“You heard me, and you know me.” Polly’s stare could turn anyone in stone.

“What’s going on?” Ada looked between them, confused.

“Do it, and I will make sure Tommy never gives you the address.” Y/N warned. Anger running through her veins. Y/N loved her, but she would never forgive Polly if she opened her mouth.

Three days earlier…

“Tommy is driving me crazy Y/N, you need to distract him with something.”

Y/N chuckled. “You say that like you don’t actually know Tommy.” She poured some tea for both of them. Polly was her godmother, her Mum’s best friend, they were very close since she was in, well… the oven.

“You are right, he is acting like a lion in a cage, nothing will calm him until the business is settled. Not even you.”

“Last night he was talking about a new horse he wants, thinking of names out loud, I swear I was listening to him, but he was having one of those phases when he can’t stop talking… then he got angry because I fell asleep.” He was so pissed at her.

Polly chuckled. “He barely says four words with us. All he does is move his eyes, I have to guess what he wants and then he won’t shut up with you. You make him good Y/N.”

“He makes me good too.” She saw her goddaughter’s eyes glow at the thought of him. “Did you choose the pearls for your necklace?”

Her father owned a jewelry in London, they just got some precious stones from Africa and beautiful pearls from the Philippines, Polly’s birthday already passed but she wanted to gift her something special.

“My girl, you don’t have to give me anything, you know that.” She smiled at Y/N, she was like a daughter to her, the closest kind of love she would ever have.

Y/N took Polly’s hands in hers, suddenly the memories at nine years old when Polly let her play dress up with her handbags, hats and necklaces hit back. “I met Tommy thanks to you, remember? There’s no pearl, or precious stone in the world to give you back what you gave me.”

“Come here.” Polly opened her arms for her.

“Thank you Polly for everything you’ve done for me, and for them.” She added pointing at the Shelby brothers photograph. Y/N had tears in her eyes.

“Stop, you are making me cry.”

“We have to go, now.” Tommy ordered, not even saying good morning to them.

“But…” Y/N took the cup in her hands to place it in the sink.

“I said now.” His hand extended to her.

“Give me that, I will clean it.” Polly said to her and watched them leave the house.

As the front door closed and her eyes saw the remains of tea leaves her goddaughter left in her cup, Polly gasped. She had taken a second look to make sure she wasn’t wrong, but even in the light by the window she saw the same over and over.

A baby.

Y/N was pregnant.

***

If he was busy before, now that the business was legal, he was even busier.

“Where’s Y/N?” Polly asked right after taking a cigarette from his desk.

Tommy paused his reading, slowly placed the paper in front of him over his desk, next to unread paper pile.

“I don’t fucking know, Pol. I don’t carry Y/N around my hip.” The words came out in a harsh tone he didn’t mean, but he had so many things to do.

Polly noticed his bad mood so she decided it was best to leave him alone. Wandering around the betting shop, she found Lizzie on the typewriter, Esme was pouring some whiskey.

“You are going to make a hole on the floor.” Esme looked at her by the corner of her eyes.

Polly stopped on her tracks, a hand on her hip and worry in her eyes. Esme was like her, she noticed things.

“We are going to need more people helping with the bets now.” She tried to cover her nervousness with a glass of whiskey. Her guessing could be wrong, but… she was hardly wrong about those things.

“That’s why you are like that?” Esme put her book down.

Polly looked at Esme, considering her options. “If you see Y/N, tell her I need to have a word. It’s urgent.”

She spent the whole day pacing the betting shop then around the house. How didn’t she see it earlier?

The ashes of her used cigarette fell to the floor, over her shoes.

“Thank you so much Isaiah, you can leave the vegetables under the kitchen table.” Y/N held the door open for him, he was also carrying a sack of flour.

“Yes ma’am.” He was young but very strong, trying to make his way around the peaky boys.

“Let me give you a pie I made, you can share it with the boys.”

Polly intercepted her on her way around the kitchen, her arms on her shoulders. Looking carefully at Isaiah. “I’ll get it for him, sit down.”

“Tommy asked me to-“

“Later Isaiah, close the door.”

Y/N frowned at her tone, she was always kind to their people.

“How are you feeling?” Polly asked her as her hands cupped her cheeks, making her get up carefully, then one of her hands was below her bellybutton.

“Fine? Why?” Y/N gasped as Polly placed both palms on her breasts.

“Woah!” She looked at her godmother confused.

The smile on Polly’s face grew even bigger, she was speechless for the first time. She wasn’t wrong.

“Oh! Tommy will be so happy!” She beamed.

“Polly, Polly… what’s going on?”

“I read the tea leaves you left by accident this morning and I thought I was reading it wrong, but now I know I still have the touch.” As Y/N’s gaze seemed lost, Polly clarified: “You are with a child my girl.”

Y/N blinked, she was out of words. All kind of thoughts running through her mind, her eyes looked at the table next to her, the black Madonna around Polly’s neck, the clock on the wall… no, this couldn’t be happening.

“Sit down, you look ill.” Grabbing the chair, Polly helped Y/N. “It’s too early but later I can tell you if it will be a girl or a boy… finally some good news in this family!” She poured a glass of whiskey for her and water for Y/N. “Tommy will be delighted when he hears the news.”

She had seen it by accident, didn’t mean to… but she wasn’t expecting Y/N’s reaction.

“Polly…” Y/N finally spoke. “Tommy cannot know about this.” Polly noticed she wasn’t smiling.

Her godmother was the confused one now. “Why not?”

“How the hell did this happen?” She answered with another question, panic running through her body. “Tommy always finishes outside.” Her words were barely a whisper, she could feel the beating of her heart in her ears.

“Doesn’t matter now, he’s going to be a father!” Polly pulled her for a hug.

Tommy never mentioned he wanted to get married, let alone have children. They barely had time to be together with his business expansion, he wasn’t the kind of man to settle down either, there were always women around him, he held some kind of powerful magnet… their relationship was convenient to him, he knew she wouldn’t betray him.

A shadow was always holding him back, and having a family was never part of his agenda, a crying baby and a bossy wife wasn’t made for him… he would eventually get bored of the married life.

What if Grace decided to come back?

What if he decided to leave her just like his own father abandoned them when his Mum passed away?

“Listen to me Polly, I will talk to him alright? But not now. In the meantime, you cannot share this with anyone.”

“Y/N.” Polly complained.

“Promise me Polly, please.”

Polly sighed. “Fine, but you need to eat more and don’t lift anything heavy, need to take care of this little peanut.” Her hand caressing her still inexistent baby bump.

“Mrs. Gray! Miss Y/N!” Isaiah rushed inside catching his breath. “Tommy wants you, family meeting.”

Y/N looked at her godmother. A pleading look in her eyes.

****

Part 2

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[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 39 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 40

Summary : You spend a cute and sexy time with your boyfriend Loki. The conversation he shared with your father gets you worried out of your mind.

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Blowjob, Praise kink, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing, short chapter

"Not so close, grab the centre of the length" he whispered softly and you bit on your lips as his deep rumbling voice went straight to your core. 

"Keep your grip loose, yeah?" He spoke again and you looked at him, he must know what he was doing right? It's not fair, he was not supposed to look so good and then also be blessed with that voice.

"Yes daddy" you smirked and he saw the familiar mischievous gleam in your eyes,

"Up and down, slowly, just practice the movement okay?" He guided your hand by placing his on yours and you shivered from the warmth of his touch, 

"I never thought it'd be so fucking hard dadddy" he chuckled the double innuendo didn't fall flat to his ears.

"Well once you get used to it.. it's a piece of cake" 

He was teaching you to chop vegetables, knives always terrified you and your mother never allowed you to use them as a kid, there was no need for you to do that but he was really good with them for some reason.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, placed his chin down on your shoulder and watched you practice, trying to keep a constant eye on you so you won't hurt yourself. 

"How do you know all this?" 

"Used to help mum in the kitchen, she'd always put me in the chopping department" you smiled as he said that.

"You must miss her alot" you mumbled and he pressed a small kiss on your cheek "I miss my mom too, alot" your eyes teared up and he got so stiff all of a sudden. He wanted to tell you that she was alive but it wasn't the right time just yet, he had to get you out of here first. There was a huge risk involved and Bruce had made sure that their whereabouts or identities can never be out in the open.

"I know baby" 

"Okay I'm ready for some real chop chop" you turned around swiftly forgetting that the knife was literally in your hand and he grabbed your wrist before you could poke him.

"Yeahhhh I don't think so" he chuckled and you scrunched your nose. 

"Sorry" 

"Don't be, you adorable little baby" you smiled and he grabbed the knife to put it back in the case, then he picked you up and made you sit down on the counter.

"It feels like a dream, just being here with you" you mumbled as your arms flung around his neck. It really did feel surreal at times, you feared that someone would wake you up from this dream.

"It does but it's not a dream I promise" he smiled before he pressed his lips onto yours, this morning you woke up in his arms, you didn't get out of the bed for an hour, you just stayed there feeling the warmth of his body all around you then you showered, separately of course. Then he made a hearty breakfast for you, that's when you asked him to help you teach the art of chopping. 

He placed his hands around your thighs and pulled you closer to him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you softly.

"I love you" you mumbled between the kiss and he couldn't stop smiling as he whispered how much he loved to be able to kiss you like this. He felt lucky and he felt the most loved than he has ever been in his life before, 

"Tell me about the time you had sex for the first time" he pulled away as you questioned him and he looked down, a rosy shin made his face flushed, he wasn't ready for that question. For a bodyguard who looked so utterly stoic and emotionless at work, his personality in private was much different, he was so soft and gentle, so loving and pure and there were moments in just last few minutes where you felt it was all a dream because there's no way a precious human being like him did exist and you managed to find him. Not just that but you got lucky enough to call him yours.

"I was 17" he mumbled and you gasped as a realisation hit you, 

"I was 17 too.. ohhh that made me think about something" you puckered your lips as you thought about it and he pecked your lips.

"What?" 

"I was like 8 when you had sex for the first time, and you were the same age as I am right now when I did it" he chuckled as you said that, the only times where the age difference between you two stood out to him was whenever you allowed the child in you to come out, even with the worst of the surroundings you had at home, that innocent girl inside you remained alive and he wanted to protect her with all his life. 

"Mmhmm" he cupped your cheeks to kiss your forehead and you smiled.

"Was it a good experience?" You asked him and he nodded

"Yeah she was a friend of mine, Rosa, we were neighbours" you felt a pang of jealousy, it happened so every time he even mentioned a woman.

"Did you like her, did you guys date?" 

"No..I mean I did like her but she liked my brother more, he was muscular and more handsome, she was infatuated by him" 

"Why did she sleep with you then?" 

"It just happened, she came over for a study session and things escalated, I wasn't the stud I am back then-" you chuckled as he said that "It was awkward but kind of sweet" 

"Mmmm first of all I have seen you as a teen and you looked adorable, Secondly I'd be so obsessed with you if it was me instead of her" his eyes flickered with several different emotions and he blushed again "Did you ever have a serious relationship before.. you know" you questioned him again as you hinted towards Sameera, just thinking about that horrible woman filled you discontent, he shook his head in response.

"I didn't give myself enough time, I was so lost after mother passed away, I joined the marine to distract myself of those awful thoughts I had, I did sleep around after I returned and there were a few times I actually felt that connection with some of them but it wasn't reciprocated" 

You were genuinely surprised when he said that, you couldn't imagine how these women didn't just want to drown him in buckets of love especially after fucking him, you haven't even done that yet but you knew if worse comes to worst you'd die for him without a thought, maybe he was supposed to find you and that's why it never clicked for him with anybody else.

"Well definitely can't relate with those women" he smiled and kissed you briefly. You always made him feel so good about himself.

"I'd ask about your experience but I think I know who that person is" you nodded as he said "Was it good for you?" 

"Yeah I mean I didn't have any sexual experience before I met him and he was so cute, I was in love with him or whatever love felt like at the time" He hummed in response to your answer, he often wondered if you'd fall in love with Peter again if it wasn't for him, he did know that Peter still loved you, he risked his life too for you and he wouldn't have done that if he didn't have strong feelings for you. The thought made him jealous but a part of him felt relieved because he knew that if something was to happen to him at least you'd have a friend in Peter and maybe more. 

"You're zoning out again" you cupped his cheeks and he let out a small laugh before he kissed you.

"I'm so sorry love, that's rude of me to zone out when I have the prettiest girl in my arms" your cheeks flushed as he cooed the high praise in your ears.

"Stahhhpp..I'm not" you pressed your nose against the crook of his neck and your lips brushed over the silky skin then you sucked hard to give him a long lasting mark and he shuddered.

"Noooo look at you, you're so adorable in my clothes" he whispered again and you hummed as he picked you up, he walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with you on top of him 

"Let me touch you please daddy" he smiled as you whined and begged him, 

"Remember the first day we met and you tried to flirt with me all the way to Japan and back" you looked at him as he mumbled. How could you ever forget the day you met a literal angel?

"Mmhmm and you were so mean, didn't even talk to me" you gave him a sad pouty look and he wrapped his palm around the back of your neck, his thumbs brushed over your cheeks.

"That was so fucking harsh of me love" 

"Mmmhmm" you moaned as he placed your hand on his bulge and you stroked him up and down slowly. You wanted to touch him and he was more than eager to comply.

"You got high and cried on my lap, do you remember that?" 

"I do..that was embarrassing for me the next day" 

He chuckled before he took his hard cock out of the confinement of his trousers, you instantly wrapped your fist around his length and your thumb brushed over the wet tip of his cock, 

"If I knew someday we will get here.. I ohhh heavens–" he moaned as your fist rocked his length up and down slowly "I wouldn't be such a dickhead to you darling" 

"You were just doing your job, I was being so inappropriate with you dadddy" you whispered and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

"You truly were babygirl, you made things so hard for me, literally and figuratively" 

"Let me taste you pleaseee " you whined into his ears and got off his lap to sit down on the floor, 

"Baby I–"

"Please daddy please" the whimpering tone of your voice melted him, how could he ever deny such a simple request, he shifted towards the edge of the couch so you could get between his strong legs and be comfortable, just the sight of you between his legs waiting to suck on his cock was enough to send his senses into an overdrive. You lowered his trouser down and it pooled around his ankles, he was all bare and you couldn't take your eyes off him, every inch of his skin looked perfect to you, you turned your head to the side to kiss the scar he had on his thigh.

He had told you about that before, the gesture touched his heart but he didn't have much time to dwell on it because he felt your tongue over the tip of his cock as you took a swipe and his hands instantly wrapped around your head.

"Fuckk that's it babygirl, show daddy how badly you have craved this" the sight of his hard cock and the sound of his voice made you float. You sucked the tip inside your mouth like a popsicle and he threw his head back, he wanted to keep looking at you and didn't want to miss a single moment you had his cock wrapped around your pretty lips but the sensations you gave him were such a distraction. 

"Mmmm you taste better than I expected, I could just live on this my whole life" his fingers massaged your scalp and he leaned back onto the couch, your words spurred him on and he knew he wouldn't last long, you popped his cock back into your mouth and sucked in as deeply as you could, his tip went past the back of your throat then you took him out to breathe, your face seemed flushed and lips looked swollen already, you stroked him fast before you laid his cock on his stomach.

 He wasn't ready for you to put your mouth on his balls, you kissed and suckled on it before you licked your way up and took him in again.

"Damn babygirl you're so good to me.. oh yess yesss keep going.. almost there love ..ohh I'm so close " he mumbled his words between his moans and whimper, you felt his cock twitching in your mouth and the blood pumping through those veins

"Cum into my mouth daddy, feed me your cum pleassee" 

That was it, he didn't need anymore friction, he clutched his fingers into your hair as he let go. Straight down your throat and then you pulled him out so you could savor the taste of him better. 

He was a sight to behold, his forehead was sweaty along with his chest, he was panting and looked so fucked up, you just wanted to take a picture of him in your head. After sucking him dry and getting a fix of your oral needs you climbed on top of him again and he wrapped his arms around you, 

"You're such a goddess my love" he whispered in your ear and pulled your head away from him so he could kiss you. For once in your life you didn't feel used after performing an oral sex on a man, because he didn't make you feel that way. 

He pulled your panties down and made you sit down on his thigh, the contact of your bare cunt rubbing against his hard muscles felt heavenly.

"I'll return the favour soon baby I promise, I just want to surprise you like you surprised me"

"Give Mee whatever I deserve daddy..oh please" he grabbed your hips and made you move back and forth on his thigh, you could count each muscle on there rippling through as he flexed them. 

"You deserve the whole fucking world and I promise I'd give it all to you..so beautiful" you moaned and your arms wrapped around his neck, he let go of your hips and you moved on your own while he unbuttoned the top few buttons of your shirt to expose some of that skin. 

"Thank you Daddy..thank you, goshhhh ohhh please" you mumbled amidst your heavy breaths 

"That's it..keep moving..keep humping my thigh..it feels good yeah?" He mumbled softly and you whimpered as the sensations build with every little movement.

"Soo good..so closeee" 

"Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you? You have been so patient with me, I love you so much" your eyes teared up as he said that, he appreciated you so much when it was him that has always been so patient with you.

"I love you daddy..I'm gonna cum..can I cum Please?" you begged him and he moaned with you as the words burned a fresh wave of arousal.

"You don't have to plead with me sweetheart, just let go. I just want you to cum so good for me, you deserve every little thing you want" 

"I doo?" You asked him as if you didn't believe him so he kissed you deeply and he felt you gasp into his mouth as the dam broke inside you, he made you feel so worthy of everything he was giving you. You felt so worthless before, nobody cared of your existence, at least not for selfless reason but he always made you feel as if there was nobody else in this world who deserved his companionship more than you did. And you never understood why because you didn't think you even deserved to be in his presence, let alone be his girl. 

"That's it that's it..oh baby that's it..look at you..you're divine my love" he whispered praises in your ears as you rode through your high, it was truly cathartic. So satisfying and you didn't think you'd survive the night he'd finally fuck you with his cock. 

As you calmed down and came back to your senses you felt him stroking your back softly with his hands, you looked down and you had made a big wet mess of his thigh.

"Godd I love my life" he chuckled as he picked you up effortlessly to get you cleaned up, you worried about his arm but he told you that he was fine now. While he prepared lunch, you sat on the countertop and watched him work. He was magical and you looked up to him. You wanted to learn all of this so you could feed him someday too.

"Lokiii how did my dad react when he found out about me?" He looked at you as you questioned him.

"He was awfully calm about it, we shared an awkward conversation before I left" he mumbled and it made your heart go still for a moment 

"What do you mean?"

"Not you you can't leave" an aura of dread surrounded him immediately as Rocky didn't allow him to leave. He turned around and Rocky asked him to sit on the sofa in front of him.

"Did you sleep with my daughter Mr. Laufeyson?" Rocky asked him and his eyes widened. He wasn't expecting that question but then he should have known that he'd be the first person to come under the scrutiny.

"I beg your pardon sir?" 

"No need to play coy, she sleeps with every man in her proximity, I'd be surprised if she didn't fuck you" Loki's jaw clenched as he heard your own father talking so disrespectfully about you. None of them knew you, they never even tried, they never tried to look past the facade, never could get through the wall you had built around you. 

"Nothing of that sort happened, I am here to do my job and I do not get involved with my clients" Loki answered him and Rocky chuckled

"You know her mother had an extra marital affair with a bodyguard of hers?" He was deeply nervous now but he kept himself in check, why was Rocky telling him all this? "What was his name.. uhhh I don't seem to recall very well but since then she has been obsessed with your kind, I know she tried to get with you, Steve told me" 

"Well I don't know what you heard but our relationship was strictly professional, in fact we didn't get along that well" 

"Hmmm very well then, you can leave ..for now" Loki stood up and turned around to leave, he heard Rocky talking to someone on phone and he knew Rocky intended for him to hear it when he said those words 

"I keep my eyes everywhere, wherever she is ..I swear on my life I'll find her and kill whosoever is helping her" 

 Your eyes teared up as he finished telling you about the conversation so he walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

"We need to go from here..we need to run lo–" you mumbled and he could tell you were freaking out so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

"Sshhhh shhh baby..it's going to be okay" 

"No you don't understand, he'd do the same thing to you, he killed him and he'll kill you as well" 

"Baby I need you to breathe for me okay? Look at me ..I'm right here, we can't leave right now, even when we do we'd have to be extra careful, we just have to stay here for a few days and then I'll take us away from here okay? I promise darling " your lips quivered as you tried to keep the sobs in.

"I can't lose you too Loki, you.." you sniffled and his eyes welled up too "You are my whole life now and I can't..I can't lose you" 

"You won't..okay? You won't I promise" 

"You promise?" He nodded as you whispered and wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a tight embrace. He promised you but would he be able to fulfill it, he had no fucking idea.

You turned the tv on after lunch only to be shocked by the news of your disappearance all around. You didn't understand, your dad never would have done this, maybe he actually was desperate to find you. Why can't he just leave you alone and pretend as if you never did exist? He should just forget about you like he forgot your mom.

What you didn't know was that it wasn't Rocky that leaked the information of your disappearance to the press. It was Steve.

He couldn't have allowed you to escape, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted. Rocky had 25 percent of the company's shares on your name, but it wasn't easy to fool you, his charm didn't work on you so he fooled Rocky instead and convinced him overtime of his loyalty.

The plan was simple: he was going to marry you, replace your father as your nominee and get rid of you a few months down the line so the shares would transfer to him.

But you ruined it and he can't have that. you destroyed his dream and he was going to do the same with you, he'd make sure your face is plastered all over the country, how far will you go? And How long would you hide from him? 

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Note : I know this chapter was boring and a filler but it will get better I promise.

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #loki x reader angst #loki alternate universe #loki au #loki fics

[whorekneecentral]

oooo new idea for thief! daniel au— reader goes to some masquerade type gala/ball at a family friends house for an event and there’s obviously some nice pieces of art there so daniel sneaks into said gala to steal shit and reader is like trying to stop danny from stealing all night so she’s kinda following him around but he’s just having fun messing w her and making her flustered.. maybe ends with them fucking in one of the guest rooms 🫢

-👾 anon

I finally found the time to write this lmao but you know I loveeee this au, also I changed the idea a little bit lmao 

People everywhere, ballgowns and tuxedos filled the hallways and every room imaginable. The masks covered their eyes or if they felt like, their entire faces. You wandered the house, politely smiling as you made your way up the staircase and into the library. 

It was the only room unoccupied asides from the bedrooms. You shut the door quietly behind you when you stepped in. The mood peeked through the stained glass, the patterns reflected into the floor; two shadows along with it. 

Yours and someone else. 

Your blood runs cold for a moment but then it hits you. 

“What are you doing here.. again?” You ask, finally turning to face the person. The man smiles, “would you believed me if I said I missed you?” Daniel asks and you resisted the urge to smile. 

“No, I wouldn’t.” 

“It’s the truth,” his knuckles slid down the curve of your jaw, his thumb pinching at your cheek softly. You took a step back, turning to walk towards the large window, Daniel’s footsteps following yours. “Is that why you’re in here all alone?” You ask the man, his hand reaching up to undo the knot that kept your mask in place. 

The mask dropped to the floor with a small thud and his hand reaches for your arm, turning you to face him. “Where is it?” He asks and your brows furrow, your eyes studying his face; no mask, as if he wanted you to know it was him all along. 

“Where is..” You ask and he glances down, what he was looking for was right in front of him.

Daniel’s fingers dragged across the necklace you had on, the diamonds laid flat against your skin. “Do you know how much this is worth?” He mumbles against your skin when he leans in to kiss your neck softly. Instinctively, your head tilts to one side, giving him the space he wanted and needed. 

“It’s a family heirloom,” you tell him and you can feel him reaching around to unclasp the chain. “It’s worth millions.” He holds the necklace up, admiring it. 

“That old thing?” Your words earn you a chuckle, “so naive, so caught up in your own world,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. 

“You can’t keep doing this,” you whisper to him, letting yourself be pulled by the bookcase by Daniel. He’s got you between him and the shelves, “do what? I'm not doing anything you don’t want me to.” 

“I don’t..” “What?” He asks, “say it.” 

Daniel pulls your leg up, your heel digging into the back of his thigh. Your eyes find his, your hand reaching up to rest on the back of his neck. Your forehead pressed to his, “I thought so.” He says, smiling. 

It was hot, heavy, rushed. You had limited time, someone could walk in at any point but you didn’t care; neither of you did. 

Daniel was all you could focus on; his hands, his touch, his lips, the way he felt in you. 

He kissed you once more, letting you fix your dress when he was done. “I’ll come see you another time.” He says, pulling on the strings on the mask, putting the knot back in place. 

“You can’t do that.” You turn to face him, he smiles at you. “I’ll see you another time.” He says; a statement, not a question. 

And with that, you stepped out of the library. “Y/n, darling.” Your grandmother calls for you when she sees you, “I have been looking for you everywhere, what were you doing in there?” 

“Oh.. I needed a moment alone.” You fib and she doesn’t quite believe you but nonetheless, she moves on. “Where is your necklace? Your neck looks bare.” 

Your brows furrow, a hand coming up to touch where the diamonds previous sat. “I put them in my bedroom.” 

You lie once more, the diamonds long gone in the hands of your secret lover. 

#👾 anon #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut

[rockybloo]

What’s your favorite fairytale(s) reimagined piece of media? I’ll start first, beanstalked. It already looks so cool and reading about the characters makes me so excited to see more. The character design are amazing, your style is so damn nice to look at and seeing just how much these characters mean to you is so nice to see. MORE UNAPOLOGETIC LOVE FOR YOUR OWN STORIES! Everyone should I their own little fandoms in their heads! Draw those badass monsters! Make your silly little guys kiss! Your brain should be mush from your love of your own works! Also thanks for indirectly bring back my love for my oc’s from middle school, I missed those guys. Your stories have feel so nostalgic, so familiar and comforting but new and refreshing.

T thank yo ou u. I get so happy when people like Beanstalked, I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERYTIME SOMEONE SAYS THEY LIKE IT BUT I'MMA KEEP ON SAYING IT, because it is my baby 😭

AND YES-THE SELF INDULGENCE SPREADS

As for fav fairytale reimaginings-OH BOY here we go because do I have a LIST

Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997): One of my earliest memories of a fairy tale retellings that I actually enjoyed as a kid. There are so many things in it that just hit along with the songs. Honestly, every other live action Cinderella falls flat in comparison for me.

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: I grew up watching reruns on HBO and it was a big motivation for me to say "fuck it" and make a vast majority of the characters in Beanstalked people of color. Plus, I love the design choices they make for a lot of the characters. And the 90s vibes are just sooo good.

American McGee's Grim: I love this demented little game and its style. The execution makes it worth it to play for me even if you aren't into fairy tales. Plus, how can I turn down technically having the ability to run around inside an ACTUAL level based on fairy tales. I have Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood, Pinocchio, Beauty and the Beast, and Cinderella and I like to play them occasionally just for the fun of it. And yes, that Jack and the Beanstalk is 100%ed

Shrek 1 and 2: I love both these films and they are very nostalgic to me but I especially love the second. It really goes all in on that "living in a fairy tale" aspect with Fairy Godmother, Prince Charming, the Frog Prince, Puss in Boots, etc. Plus, that "I Need a Hero" montage just goes so hard. It's honestly one of my fav animated scenes in a film.

Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio: I love stop motion. And I love retellings that know their source material while also adding their own flavor. This film is such a work of art from head to toe and I balled so many times watching. Plus the way it touches on the aspect of life and death makes me so happy.

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish: I could gush on and on about how much I love the animations and characters but like…everyone has already done that for me so I will focus on what specifically made me love the film. And that's how it handles fairy tales. It takes a much more earnest approach than Shrek, which while I love, you have to admit it can be a bit mean spirited at times. So I enjoy how this movie was more of a "these tales are people living their lives". I love the found family aspect of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Puss in Boots being a legend and a bad ass and cocky like the OG tale. I even liked Jack Horner and how he was just that good classic "I am a dick and I own it" character. Personally, I view him as a sort of commentary on how companies will IP dump things to seem cooler and more successful. In this case, it's Fairy Tale dumping which is DEF something I've seen SO MANY TIMES because companies will thing having a bunch of tales in one thing automatically makes them cool since "DISNEY DID IT SO IT'LL WORK" and they just land flat on their face. I genuinely hope that more films in the Shrekverse have this sort of down to earthness to them…and if no the Shrekverse then maybe some more animated films that genuinely reimagine fairy tales.

Relating to the previous point but I do not care what anyone says that little boy with the cow and the giant covered in greenery was def a fuckin Jack and the Beanstalk reference and I will fight everyone tooth and nail about it I SEE A REF TO MY FAV TALE WHEN I SEE IT DAMMIT

Alice and the Nightmare: A webcomic that's based off Alice in Wonderland. Currently, it's one of the only Alice based reimaginings that I like and the art is just so GOOD??? I am always hyped to read the next update.

I'm sure there is like...a crumb of more but these are the ones that really resonate with me and motivate me to work on Beanstalked when I see them. I keep thinking the list is gonna be longer but honestly...it's the list of fairy tale retellings that I'm NOT into that is the long one. It doesn't help that I occasionally watch the off brand animated fairy tale based movie on Netflix for funzies and come out mildly disturbed.

#ask #anon #ask: beanstalked

[vanhelsingapologist]

I am more than a little obsessed with how you draw Victor Vallakovich, I cannot lie, and also pardon finding your blog and then spamming notifications a lil bit, but dang I love your art and the designs for CoS characters you’ve done are just *chef kiss.*

Our DM did Victor from a completely different angle (like very different) from RAW, so I’m always curious about the Victors done a little closer to original, and the design you gave him, oh wow, I love him, I lowkey wanna adopt him a little bit not going to lie. But yeah I just needed to state as such and ramble! How’s his tenure as burgomeister (apparently?) going? 👀

This is so kind! Thank you! Spam all you like, it has no negative effect on me. Also, I love talking character analysis from our games, so if you wanted, I’d be more than happy to provide you with how we interpreted him, if you’re cool reading it!

Spoilers, as always, for our campaign.

Design

My DM has our Victor in his early 20’s. They wanted to play Victor as someone who was a victim of his dad’s abuse, and they thought that the trope of shutting one’s child away in their home for ‘protection’ would hit our party harder if he was a young adult. It became more controlling. So when designing him, it was important that he maintained a gaunt, haunted look. Almost Tim Burton-y. I combined Victorian, Traditional Slavic, and modern gothic influences to really hit Victor’s style. If you like the chains on his belt but want a younger look at him, @tantaliax has an INCREDIBLE design that utilizes a lot of these influences too.

As for the hair, our Vallakoviches canonically have vitiligo, passed down through Vargas. If I ever drew Victor from the back, his neck would have some. I think he also has some local vitiligo on his chest. I wanted Victor to have a couple streaks to set him apart from Vargas, but not too much

As for his tenure as Burgomaster…

Now that Vargas is good and dead, Victor’s a bit distracted by the power, enforcing odd laws and taking long, brooding walks in the dark that are probably illegal to interrupt him on, but he really has no idea what he’s doing. He sees it as a temporary distraction before he fucks off and leaves Barovia forever.

He likes to do the fun stuff. The being mean, the soirées, the gothifying his ancestral home, the BANNING OF THE FESTIVALS. But he hates the administration, which is funny because he’s actually pretty good at it. And he won’t give speeches. No speeches.

He repurposed the reformation center into a school and when people were like “weren’t people tortured there?” Victor was like “UGH I would’ve loved to learn in a place where people were tortured.” No one really knows what to do with that, but Victor spearheading the Barovian public education platform was whiplash inducing.

For the most part? He lets Emilia do most of it. She’s like, his shadow government while he acts as the face. He happily miserably sits in his attic and experiments or paints when we aren’t plucking him up and companion-izing him.

The main problem? Lady Wachter. He has her under house arrest for riot reasons, but “his” hesitance to decisively end anything has let her cult run amok. People in Vallaki are starting to say he’s too young, weak, and scared to do anything, which is once again garnering support to her.

I think Strahd’s also going to start tempting him with more power or the ability to leave to get him off the party’s side. Vallaki is super Pro-Party right now, and if Wachter’s second bid falls flat, I think Strahd will get that foothold in.

#asked and answered #I really will do a full blown analysis of Victor. I am not kidding. I’m about to do one for Kasimir. I love this shit. #victor vallakovich my beloved! #pathetic boy #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd character #cos npc #dnd campaign #CoS: The Sorority

[unblessedbyaphrodite]

Don’t report this, please, just block. I need a place where I can let out my problems and this is the only platform I can use because no one on here knows me, I don’t have any friends from my life on here. Also, I’d like to say this isn’t me seeking attention or empty compliments from strangers. This talks about eating habits, very briefly mentions ‘sex’ — but it is not described, nor discussed — and is overall just really fucking sad. Read with discretion. Art below is not mine.

I can’t express the deep hatred I truly feel for myself. I hate the way I look, the way I act, the way I’m perceived, the way I talk, the way I laugh. I hate everything about myself far too much to be considered healthy.

Ever since I was little I’ve been body-shamed, I grew up a bigger girl — that’s not to say my unhealthy eating habits didn’t contribute to my weight too. I think I drowned myself in food because I was overweight, or maybe it was because I had no boundaries, or maybe I was punishing myself because my dad had left when I was a baby. Maybe if I’d had the daddy every young girl needed I’d have grown up mentally secure — even if he was a horrible, lazy cheater. He would’ve been good to me, I like to think.

The body shaming got to be too much, one summer — just before I was going to go into year nine — I decided I needed to lose weight. I hated the way I looked more than anything, but losing weight didn’t help either. Now, rather than only wanting to stuff my face with everything in sight — I want to stuff my face and then hurt myself after eating too much of the wrong stuff.

I hate when there’s chocolate in the house, because I’ll always sneak some into my room to eat some — maybe even have two or three chocolates a day. But then, other times, I won’t eat anything, or I’ll only eat very little at lunch for some days — trying to conserve as many calories as possible.

Eating in restaurants makes me feel physically ill. I wish they hadn’t passed that stupid fucking law which meant calories were shown next to the food on the menus — but I also love that they have. It makes me feel so conscious about choosing what to eat — and then I’ll chose the lowest thing on the menu, it’s usually a lasagne.

I’ve lost loads of weight apparently — I really don’t see a change, in all honesty. My stomach is still there, whether I’ve lost weight or not, it’s not flat. I’m so fucking worried it will never be flat. I just want to be perfect — and it’s not for everyone else it is actually for me, so I feel secure in myself because I really fucking don’t. I don’t know if I ever will — and that really scares me.

I don’t understand why I act the way I do — I am constantly changing my personality or the way I act to please people. I constantly over-sexualise myself, always talking about sex, masturbation, fanfiction — everything dirty and taboo, I will talk about it in front of you even if I’ve known you for a few weeks or so. It’s fucking disgusting and I hate that I have a compulsive need to act that way but I just think that if I can make someone laugh, embarrass myself to get them to like me it’s fucking worth it. I want people to want me so badly, I will make filthy jokes with the boy who said he’d kill me in ‘kiss, marry, kill’ — where I was the joke option, of course — because as long as he keeps talking to me, or thinks of me as a back-up option if all else fails for him, it’s worth it all.

Besides that disgusting shit and being loud and annoying when I feel a need to, I’m actually a really quiet person. People who aren’t in my classes for subjects where I’m with my friends wouldn’t know that. I actually get so terrified talking to people, but my best friend is a fucking angel who everyone adores because she talks to everyone and is so nice to everyone. I am nice to everyone too — as long as they show me basic fucking respect, I’m not a pushover the way she is, and because of that I’m the mean friend.

People (my friends) are always making fun of the way I talk, the way I laugh, I don’t think my voice or laugh is weird — well, I didn’t until the idea was forced into my mind. I refuse to send voice notes because the idea of something cringing as they hear my voice or laughing at me speak — even if I can’t see their reaction — scares me massively.

I want to be loved, desperately. No one wants to love me. I have so much love to give, I don’t understand why no one wants it.

#rant post #mini rant #sorry for the rant #sad thoughts #sadgirl #mental health #actually mentally ill #mentally fucked #mentally unstable #mentally tired #dont report just block #i'm sad #tw disordered eating #disordered eating thoughts #beauty standards #daddy issues #art from pinterest #artwork #art #painting #sad art

[metalbuckaroo]

“is that a tattoo?” PLS

No More Friend Dates

Summary: After being away for a month, Bucky comes back to discover you made an impulse decision.

Warnings: smut, cursing, porn with hardly any plot 18+ only

AU: Bestfriend!Bucky x F!Reader

AN: This turned out to be porn with the slightest bit of porn and I'm not even gonna apologize for it.

Prompt from this list, requests are always open so feel free to send some in. Reblogs and feedback are appreciated

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

You were happy to have Bucky back in town, to say the least. He had been gone for work for over a month, not able to make any contact and it drove you crazy every single day.

Even with a year of friendship under your belt, you only knew bits and pieces of what he did for work. But, in that year, you had grown close to Bucky.

Every Friday was friend-date night, depending on the mood and how both of you were feeling is how it was spent. Since he was freshly back in town and still exhausted, you both had opted to stay in for some take out and whatever you could find on TV.

"Hand me my drink." Bucky said, patting your leg that was stretched across his lap. You nodded and reached behind you to the end table.

Bucky's eyes flicked down to where your shirt had lifted to show a little bit of your hipbones, his hand absent-mindedly reaching to hook in the waistband of your stretch pants, for a better look at what caught his eye.

"Is that a tattoo?" He said with raised eyebrows, turning his body to lean in closer to the still irritated art etched into the skin of your hip. "Uh, yeah. It was a bit of an impulse situation." You said, your cheeks burning from how close he was leaned and the feeling of his calloused fingers brushing so low on your abdomen.

Bucky had became pretty touchy over the last few months and liked being close to you; being touched by you, but, aside from when he'd lay his head in your lap, he hadn't been this kind of close. His curious eyes all but burned a hole into your skin as he pulled the elastic band down a little more to see more of the small floral design.

A shiver rolled through your body when he brushed a finger over it and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. "Does it still hurt?" He mumbled. You shook your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek. "No, it's almost fully healed now."

Your stomach did a flip when his hand moved to grip the underside of your thigh. "Sweetheart." His voice was lower, huskier when he spoke this time; jaw clenching. "Yeah?"

Bucky swallowed thickly, eyes trailing up your torso to meet yours, his pupils blown. "I can smell how turned on you are. Just from me touching you."

Your eyes went wide, breath hitching at the feeling of him hardening under your legs; the thin athletic shorts he wore doing little to conceal it. "Sorry-" He shook his head and reached his vibranium hand to cup the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his.

You whimpered into his mouth when his fingers brushed against your clothed heat, his lips moving to kiss under your jaw. "You want me?" He mumbled against your skin.

Nodding lightly, you sucked in a sharp breath when your pants were being jerked down your legs with your underwear; Bucky maneuvering himself so he was between them.

Goosebumps rose on your skin when his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, your eyes looking to the impressive tent in his shorts.

You couldn't help but to lick your lips as you reached out towards his waistband; his right hand stopping you. "Not yet, sugar. Wanna taste you first." He purred, scooting back as far as the couch would let him before dipping his head between your thighs.

A mixture between a gasp and moan passed your lips when his hot tongue pressed flat against your folds, your hand flying to tug his dark hair gently; eliciting a pleased hum from him as his eyes fluttered shut.

His lips locked around your clit, sucking it gently as two cool vibranium fingers pressed into you, making your back arch. "Fuck-" you breathed, looking down to see him palming himself through his shorts.

Bucky was relentless with the assualt his mouth made, sucking, kicking and curling his fingers until you reached your high with a silent gasp, clenching around his fingers.

He was quick to pull his shirt off, yours joining his on the floor right after; taking a minute to look over each other before Bucky was shuffling his shorts down.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of his erection twitching in the air, the tip red and leaking as you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and went to sit up.

Bucky shook his head and pressed your shoulder back. "As much as I'd love that, you can next time. I wanna be in you. Now." He rasped, metal hand gripping your hip as his body bent over yours; locking your lips in his.

"Shit- you're so tight and wet." He hissed when he slid into your walls, a shudder rolling through his body; not moving as you adjusted to the feeling of each other.

He moaned when he glanced between your bodies, warm hand running over the bulge in your lower stomach. "Look at that, sugar. So full of me." He panted, eliciting a moan from you when he rolled his hips.

You lifted your hands to hold his jaw, bucking your hips. "Bucky, please move." You whimpered, needing more. He lifted your leg higher on his waist before rocking his hips into yours.

The pace was slow and deep at first, turning into fast, rough thrusts that made your shoulders bump into the arm of the couch.

Salacious sounds filled the room, Bucky capturing your lips in his in a hungry, sloppy kiss as his hands roamed your torso and groped your chest. "So fucking good, baby." He whined into your mouth, eyebrows scrunched together as your sweet sounds filled his ears.

Each brush to your sweet spot added to the building pressure in your abdomen, nails digging into the flesh on Bucky's back when your vision went white; chanting his name as a second orgasm washed over you, much harder this time.

His hips stuttered before slamming into you as deep as he could, his dick twitching with each spurt of his release that painted your walls; his face scrunching up in pleasure as a strained moaned pulled from his chest.

His head dropped to your shoulder, peppering gentle kisses to your skin as he slipped from inside of you with a satisfied sigh. "Next time, huh?" You smiled, Bucky shaking his head with a smirk. "No more friend dates, now."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #bestfriend!bucky smut #bestfriend!bucky

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

#bnha #Bakugo x reader #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #bnha x reader #omega Bakugo #alpha reader #reader insert #omegaverse imagine #bnha imagine

[fuwushiguro]

It’ll Probably End With Me Being Forgot

part seven | masterlist | part nine

Yuji Itadori x f!reader x bully!Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst

Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. This has unintentionally become the longest chapter to date! It just happened that way... oops (also sorry if there’s mistakes I mentioned earlier I’m not feeling well at all but I didn’t want to miss new chapter day)

I made a fun little form about the series so far if you wanna let me know ur thoughts and feelings! 

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

Warnings:  18+, consensual sex, face sitting, praise kink, drug taking, bullying.

Words: 6.6k

“Nervous for tomorrow?”

Yuji whispered as he lay flat on his stomach with his arm over yours. Nervous was a good word, a very apt word for how you should feel. It’s Monday. Your alarm will be ringing in a few hours for you because - it’s Monday. It’ll be your first day back at university since you were spiked. It’ll be the first time you go to your class and see the girls who publicly humiliated you. And it will be the first time you are in the classroom with Megumi again since you destroyed each other’s sketch books. Nervous would be a good way to describe what you should be feeling. But honestly; after this weekend and seeing how little Toji needed to do to send the fear of God into his son, you didn’t feel nervous. Megumi was a paper man, and his father had no hesitation to piss on his parade, making him a small pathetic pile of mush. You weren’t nervous, not one bit. You were confused however, and you were wracked with guilt.

Because you decided not to tell Yuji about the kiss.

So much had happened, so much had changed in so little time. It wasn’t so long ago that you could barely pry Yuji away from your soft folds as he devoured your intimate flesh. He couldn’t get enough of you. And you were always close to being late for class. Today you awoke and he did nothing but press a gentle kiss into your shoulder and instantly went to get showered and dressed for class.

Is he losing interest in you?

It was a ridiculous thought you shook away immediately. He’s probably just… No. What is wrong with him? Or maybe it’s you. Something is wrong with you. There was no use dwelling on it now, not when class is right around the corner. It’s best if you just focus on getting dressed and talk it out with him later. You decided to swap out your usual paint covered leggings and baggy t-shirt for a nice pair of figure-hugging jeans and a scanty crop top. If this doesn’t remind him how much he loves being intimate with you; you don’t know if anything will. You finish painting your face with light makeup as Yuji re-enters the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Not even a glance in your direction.

It’s only been a day since you had the best, most intimate sex of your life. And now he isn’t even registering your existence. Your lip wobbles as you try and hold it together. It’s dawning on you what’s going on. This is Megumi’s fault. He’s got inside of your fucking head and he’s messing and warping with your sense of self and your worth. Why did he fucking kiss you? Yuji knows. He must know for him to be so distant with you. No, he doesn’t. You argued. You breathed through a little ‘o’ you formed in your pouting lips and tried to bat away the tears forming in your lash line.

You startled a little when you felt Yuji’s hand cup your shoulder. You turned to face him. He was dressed. That’s why he didn’t look at you. He was getting ready for class! He wasn’t ignoring you. Of course he didn’t know about Megumi kissing you, how could he? The hand on your shoulder travelled upwards to cup your face. His lips found yours and every insecurity you’d ever felt in your life dissipated. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, the tips of your noses touching gently together. He was searching your eyes. He must know you were close to crying. How could he not when he’s staring like that?

“You look amazing princess,” he stated. Your eyes shut softly and a tear finally broke free and rolled down your cheek. He quickly swiped it with his thumb, he even warned you that you’ll ruin your makeup if you didn’t cut it out. “you don’t have to do this today y’know? A lot happened to you, take another day… hell take another week if you need to.” he reminded you. He’s so fucking sweet. God he’s so fucking sweet you think you might get tooth decay if he says anything else to you. He kisses your lips again, and then your forehead before crouching down and resting on the balls of his feet. He holds your hands, delicately rubbing his thumbs over your soft skin as he waits for you to speak.

“I want to,” you tell him honestly, “but I think the longer I leave it the harder it’ll be.” you confess. He nods. He brings your hands to his lips and kisses softly.

“Let’s get you to class then. I wanna show off my pretty girl.”

His fingers are interlaced with yours. It’s weird that you aren’t running through the halls together. You’re early, only by a few minutes, but still. You’re strolling through the building with not a single care in the world. You lean with your back against the wall outside of your classroom, the usual spot where you’ve lost count of how many times he’s kissed you too intimately for public viewing. Not today, he does kiss you, but it’s soft and gentle. He has so much fear in his eyes. He’s terrified about leaving you here. With those vile fucking girls and that piece of shit he thought was his friend. You smile. It’ll all be okay.

Yuji scowls as he hears giggling. Your blood runs cold. The girls snicker as they see you and walk into the classroom. He wishes he could get them expelled or something, anything to keep them away from you. He notices the time on his watch, it’s creeping dangerously close to 9am. Regardless of how early you got here, Yuji was still going to be rushing to his class. He engulfed you in a hug and you smiled warmly.

“Text me if you need anything. Okay baby? Anything.”

You go to speak, when you both notice a familiar silhouette out of the corner of your eyes. Megumi. You knew you’d see him again sooner or later, but his presence is like a black raincloud that brings so much misery and destruction. Yuji frowns, but nothing more. He knows Fushiguro isn’t so imbecilic to try anything in front of him. You hold Yuji’s face and turn him to face you. His loving brown eyes searching you. Every crease and every pore of your beautiful face. He can tell from one minor change if you’re okay. So, he’s examining hard.

“I’ll text you Yuji, promise.”

He kisses you one last time and stands in the doorway as he watches you find somewhere to sit. Megumi and the girls are sitting near the back, so he smiles when he sees you take a seat in the front row closest to the door. You smile back when you see him mouth ‘I love you’ to you. You do the same, and finally he runs down the hallway to his own class.

It's a pretty painless class all in all, you were definitely expecting worse. You hear the girls talking insanely high pitched as they attempted to flirt with Megumi. But of course, he was his usual stoic self. You did your best to avoid turning to look at them. However, when you heard them snicker and say things like ‘she pissed herself in the club’ you wanted a hole to form under your seat and suck you into nothingness. Your eyes bulged, however, when you heard something you didn’t expect.

“Shut. Up.” Megumi spoke in annoyance. You knew he wasn’t defending you, he hates you after all. But it still made you smile to hear the girls try and defend themselves.

“I thought you hated her Megumi!” the redhead whined.

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

Regardless of your three bullies making unnecessary comments in the back, there were three students around you that offered their support. Telling you that they heard what happened and that they hope you’re okay. It was nice knowing that you had other people around you and not just your boyfriend. Your classmates didn’t know the full extent to your ordeal, of course, but it was still appreciated.

You were surprised when you saw Megumi begin to pack away early. Apparently, he had a dentist appointment. He ignored you as he walked by. He gave you nothing but the gust of wind that breezed by from his stride.

While everyone was getting on with their work for the last thirty minutes of class, your teacher approached you to discuss your sketchbook. If nothing else, you knew the trauma of being spiked in the club would provide a perfect sob story to get you more time on your work. You still didn’t blame Megumi for ruining your sketchbook. What would be the point? He’d only retaliate that you did the same to his. You took full responsibility for the ink incident, but with the help of your drugging ordeal, he offered you a hefty extension on your work. Thank goodness. He spent the remainder of his lesson talking with you and giving you tips on how to create a new body of artwork.

“Megumi actually started again from scratch, for some reason, and he’s managed to get a lot done in a short period of time.” he alerted you. You nodded along as if you didn’t have a clue as to why Megumi started again. You actually did feel bad you ruined all of his hard work. You were just as bad as him in that aspect. He clearly puts so much care and attention into his sketches, but you ruined them all in an instant. Still, he did exactly the same to you. But is it fair to be so petty? “Perhaps you could ask him for some advice.” your lecturer suggested. Your lips pulled into a straight line. You had to think of something civil to say that wouldn’t expose your burning hatred of the black-haired menace.

“I’ll think about it.”

You knew logically that nothing bad would happen to you; but you began packing away early so you could immediately sprint out of the room. Without Megumi holding the girls back, you worried that they might try and do something to you. You stuck to your word and left the room as quickly as your legs would take you. Yuji would be finishing his classes soon too, you debated going to the sports hall to meet him, but you knew he’d be getting showered again and changing before coming to meet you. You headed towards the exit, deciding it would be smarter to wait by his car instead. In your speedy pace, you collided with another student. Thankfully neither of you dropped anything like the classic cliché, however it was a cliché that the student you rammed into was Megumi. Wasn’t he meant to be at the dentist? Before you could get away, he covered your mouth with his palm and pulled you into the boys toilets. He locked you both in a cubicle and he remained straight faced as you began to cry.

“Shut up, stop screamin’ I’m not gonna do anything.” he told you. Your chest was heaving, but you nodded. He seemed sincere, but it’s hard to tell with him. He uncovered your mouth. Your eyes squinted as you examined his nose. He looked like he wanted to kill you when you began to smirk.

“Too much sugar on your donuts, Megumi.” you spoke as you wiped a finger over your own nose. His eyes bulged as he understood what you meant, quickly swiping the back of his sleeve over his nose to clear away the coke he’d snorted. “What do you want from me?” you wondered.

“Yuji seemed unusually calm when he saw me today.” he began. You raised your eyebrows, prompting him to continue. “I can only assume that you didn’t tell him that we kissed.”

Your heart stopped as he spoke. You raised a finger to your lips and repeatedly told him to be quiet. Anyone could be in here listening to you talk. “First of all, you kissed. I slapped you away.” you whisper-shouted. “I should tell him, really, I have no reason to protect you. Especially after this.” you threatened, he could do nothing but roll his eyes at your idle threat.

“Unless you liked it,” you went to argue his point, but he interjected immediately. “I was high so don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re high now, do I need to worry? Have you got more misery in store for me? Or are you going to do as your daddy tells you and leave me the fuck alone?” you question. He leans back against the wall on the cubicle you’re squashed in together and he observes you. It must be nice to have as much power as you do, knowing your enemies weak spot. His will always be Toji.

“I’m actually done with you,” he explains. You’re sceptical, it seems too good to be true. “I found out something very exciting at your parents house. Do you want to know?”

“I don’t care, honestly.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you anyway. It’s more fun for me that way, but just know you’re fucked… and it has nothing to do with me.” he explains as he opens the door. You push him backwards so that you can leave first. You look at him in the mirrors above the sinks before walking out.

“Goodbye, Megumi.”

You’re loitering around parking lot waiting for Yuji. You recognise a car that pulls into a space, and you smile when you see a familiar face. It’s Toji. He beams when he sees you. You walk over to him and give him those polite rich people kisses on each cheek. You smile again when you notice another person step out of the car. This car isn’t Toji’s; it’s hers. She introduces herself as Tsumiki, Megumi’s sister.

“Nice to meet you.” you tell her.

“Did the brat give you any trouble? We came to pick him up, wanted to keep an eye on him.”

You lied, shaking your head. You’re sure he’ll manage to shake the information out of his son if he really wants to. He examines the space around him, waiting to see when his son will turn up. You can tell he’s apprehensive. He’s never been a hands-on father before. It’s all new territory for him. He noticed you examining Tsumiki. He knew exactly what you wanted to ask, but you were too scared. You didn’t want to sound offensive or rude.

“She’s not mine princess, my ex-wife’s kid.” Toji fills you in.

“Dad she didn’t ask,” Tsumiki huffs. “Sorry about him.”

“Don’t apologise for me she wanted to know; look you can tell by her face. Right?” he gestured you, he was looking at you over his sunglasses with raised eyebrows. You nodded. It wasn’t lost on you that she didn’t have the same jet-black hair as the Fushiguro’s. But genetics works like that sometimes, however in this instance your instincts were correct.

Eventually Toji’s spawn arrived; looking meek and submissive under his father’s intense glare. Toji questioned why he was appearing so guilty, but Megumi didn’t say a word. Tsumiki was clueless. She knew about a girl who got spiked after the police came to question Megumi, but she had no idea that girl was standing before her very eyes. And it was his fault. Toji had no intention of telling her. She is too much of a stress head and she’ll be fussing over them both. She’s just happy her dad has finally decided to settle down and look out for them both.

“You’re really sticking around then, huh Toji?” you asked with a cheeky smirk on your face. Megumi scowled, he was furious that you were daring to have banter with his dad. He still hates you, but he knows he needs to be smart around you now. Only because his prick of a father is staying for the time being.

“Yeah, I am.” he replies. “Maybe I’m expected to be a decent father and learn from my mistakes, yeah?” he teases. You giggle at that. Clearly imitating the way you turned his words back on him at the manor, he flipped your own insult against him back to you. There was something about Toji that made you feel safe. He was like your guardian angel. You felt untouchable with his presence nearby. And Megumi fucking hated that. Those few hours you spent with him in your father’s study are the closest you’ve felt to having a real parental figure in your whole life.

The family all turned to get into Tsumiki’s car. But before they could leave, they were all drawn to the yelling, sprinting, pink-haired boy approaching you. He wrapped his arms around your neck and smothered your lips in passionate kisses.

“Hello to you too, Yuji.” you giggled.

“We need to go home, I need you home, now.” he explained. Tsumiki was cooing and awing over the cute display. Toji sniggered. Megumi was seething. Yuji said quick hellos to Toji and Tsumiki while point-blank ignoring his ex-best friend.

“Someone’s keen,” Toji chuckles, “Wrap it up kid. Don’t wanna end up with one of him, do ya?” Toji spoke gesturing his thumb to the side, pointing directly at Megumi. Your face flushed with heat. He’s so forward and he doesn’t care. Tsumiki smacked his arm lightly as she got inside of her vehicle and started it up. You and your boyfriend stepped closer to your own car, but before you could leave Megumi stepped forward.

“So fucking cute.” Megumi started. “Such a shame that secrets are being kept between you, right?” he tormented. Yuji continued walking to open the car door to whisk you away back home.

“No one is listening to you Fushiguro.” Yuji told him as he snapped open the door. He was about to duck inside, but Megumi had one last thing to say. You were panicking. Was he really going to tell him? Was he really about to spill right fucking now that you shared a kiss?

“Get in the fucking car ya little bastard.” Toji hissed as he grabbed under his sons arm and tried to pull him away. Megumi snatched it back and got closer to you. But he kept his body positioned so that it was facing Itadori.

“I walked past the sports hall earlier, Yuji, very interesting presentation I saw through the window.” Megumi smiled evilly. Yuji slammed the door and got closer to your bully.

“Shut the hell up,”

“Seconded, shut your fucking mouth.” Toji spoke as he slapped Megumi upside the head. “You deaf kid? Get in the fucking car.” he finished, finally dragging his son around and shoving him into the backseat. “Can’t fucking help yourself, can you? Stop interfering in that girl’s life.” you heard him in the distance before slamming the door and sealing Megumi inside.

Whatever doubts you had about Yuji this morning were quickly dashed. He’d put them in a coffin and slammed the nails in as he practically ripped your clothes off your body. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. His gentle fingers caressed each and every inch of your body while his lips did the same with gentle peppering kisses.

The days of him thinking you were made of glass seemed like a distant memory as he fucked you. The slow, deep, lazy sex you had at your parent’s house seemed long forgotten. He was like an animal, really giving it his all as he hit it from the back. You were screaming and crying into the pillows. He didn’t fail to tell you how much he loved you as he did. But you already knew that.

You convulsed around him, and he emptied himself inside of you. It was deep and creamy, and he was enamoured by the equally thick and creamy ring forming around the base of his cock as he kept drilling into you.

And it didn’t end there.

He didn’t care that your cunt was stuffed full of his seed. Yuji pulled you around like a ragdoll as he laid flat on the bed. His face was your throne. And you were royalty in his eyes.

“Please princess, please. Need you to sit f’me, okay?” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. Something Yuji Itadori has never been shy about since the day you met him is his love for eating pussy. In these few months you’ve been dating, you’ve never been let to forget that. He praises what tasty slick you have, the best he’s ever consumed. So, to have you deny him of his fountain of youth, from his heaven, has been unbearable. “Need it s’bad baby. Please. Pleaaaase let me taste you.”

Who were you to deny him?

His arms locked around your thighs. You held one hand against the wall to stabilize yourself and your other laced through his pastel pink locks. You bit your bottom lip as he sucked at your sensitive bead. He was really going to town on you. He was so needy and desperate; you could really tell he hadn’t gotten to enjoy licking at your folds for a few days. It made you shudder when you felt him suck his cum out of your hole and spit it back in.

“Oh God…” you sighed. Your heart rate was soaring. You weren’t going to last much longer. But that was a good thing for Yuji. That’s exactly what he wanted. “Yuji—!” you cried. His palms slapped onto your ass and he pulled your heat closer to his face. He really wanted you to sit. He squeezed your flesh tightly, it was a signal for you to cum. He didn’t dare to pull away and risk wasting a second of consuming your flavour as you straddled his head. You can hear him though. He’d be saying something like ‘go ahead and cum, princess’ so you do. You hum and groan through the pleasure of his tongue laving and sucking your clit and he loves the way your legs tremble.

You climb off of him and he sits upright. He locks a hand around the back of your head and pulls you in for a crashing intimate kiss. You think he might want to go for another round for a minute, but it slows. He kisses your cheek before turning you around and pulling you to lie down with him. Yuji plays with your hair as your eyes fall heavier. You can’t fall asleep. You need to remember to pee before it’s too late.

“What was that all about, Yuji? Not that I’m complaining.”

He wraps his arms around you and kisses into the crown of your head. “Does there need to be a reason? I just love you baby.” he reminds you, kissing you again.

“I love you too.” you smile. But you can’t relax, because something is playing on your mind. It had been playing on your mind the whole car ride home, but you didn’t want to mention it. It was even in the back of your brain while he fucked you into oblivion. “What was Megumi talking about before? The sports hall presentation?” you queried. You felt Yuji’s body tense up against you. Maybe you should have kept it to yourself.

“What? Are we listening to Fushiguro now?” he asked, anger clear in his tone.

“No! It’s just—”

He rises to his feet, quickly pulling his clothes back on and heading towards the bedroom door to leave. “You have to go to the bathroom soon, right?” he queried. You nodded and stood to your feet. You felt like you were doing a walk of shame as you did as you were told.

Hopefully he’ll tell you in his own time.

He was kinder with his stare as you returned. He welcomed you to join him on the sofa with open arms. So, you hopped quickly towards him and sat in his lap. You nestled into his chest as he stroked your body sensually with his thumbs.

“Hey,” he whispered hoping to get your attention without startling you. Your eyes found his, those beautiful hazel hues and you felt as safe as could be. He looked… sad. His eyes were glossy, and he kissed your forehead forcefully. “What we did today princess, I need to do that every day.” he told you.

“What do you—?”

“Please, please don’t make me explain. I love you, you get that, right? So please, I need to be with you like that every day.” he told you. He was literally begging you. Begging for your body every single day. That isn’t something you could promise. What has gotten into him?

“Yuji I just don’t—”

“Baby!” he yelled. He felt you jump in his arms and pulled you closer into his body again. Shushing and cooing. He’s sorry, he is, he’s really sorry. He doesn’t know what’s gotten over him, he never ever yells at you. You don’t understand and he can’t explain just yet. “You know I’d never make you do anything you don’t wanna, right baby? Just this one thing, I need you to do this for me.” he told you. His two hands held your whole face and he looked at you with those pleading eyes. You don’t know what’s going on, but you can’t refuse him when he’s looking at you like that.

“Okay.”

You did as he asked, every single day. It’s only Friday, so there have only been four days you’ve slept together. But you wondered how much longer this was going to go on before he gave you the explanation you were patiently waiting for. But it didn’t come. He had the perfect opportunity to tell you when you went out for your usual Friday lunch into town, but he chose not to. Instead telling you about his classes.

You kissed him goodbye as you headed towards the art building. Would Fushiguro be so stupid as to think he’s still entitled to share your cubicle space with you? He would. He doesn’t look at you though, maybe he’ll leave you alone today. Although that seems painfully optimistic.

He almost ignored you as you came in and found your seat. But he couldn’t completely ignore you, how could he when you looked like that? You’re always so glamorous and well put together, usually. But today, you’re in sweats with no makeup. You’d be embarrassed to tell anyone the reason; but the truth is you were so fucked out from Yuji going to town on you every single night with no reprieve.

“Not looking so high and mighty today, princess.” Megumi muttered. “In fact, you look depressed.” he added.

“God, my fucking God. Seriously. Christ. Shut the fuck up.” you moaned. Maybe the sentence was a little extreme. But with Yuji keeping secrets and Megumi getting his digs in you’d absolutely had it. “Did you? Never mind—” you decided to keep schtum. You wondered for a brief second if the reason Yuji was so desperate to be intimate with you was because he knew about the kiss. But if he did, you’re sure Megumi would be in a hospital bed rather than in your personal space.

“No, I didn’t. Stop fucking talking about it, it didn’t mean anything so shut your fucking mouth.” Megumi hissed through gritted teeth. “Neither of us want anyone finding out, seems like one thing we agree on, so stop bringing it up.” Megumi finished.

You nodded in agreement. If anyone found out, you’d be mortified. Although you didn’t do anything wrong – it would seem so much worse than it is since you didn’t immediately confess the truth to Yuji. Although, he seems to have a dirty secret of his own.

“Interesting that you decided to keep it to yourself, though. Why?” Megumi contradicted himself as he pressed for more information. You leaned over to him, hissing back at him just as he had to you.

“Don’t you think you’ve blown into my life like a hurricane and fucked up enough?”

You sat back upright as your lecturer approached your cubicle. He commended how well the two of you were getting along, going as far as to compliment you for taking Megumi under your wing. You cringed in embarrassment as he mentioned the fact you’d discussed him helping you build your sketchbook back up to full health. Megumi smirked. Your lecturer let you be, and your eyes held shut as you felt Megumi turn to you with a wicked grin.

“What do you say, princess? Gonna let me help you out?”

“I’d rather die, actually.”

“That can be arranged.”

You scoffed, deciding it would be best to focus on your work once again. You needed all of the help you could get in restoring it to its former glory. Your blood froze over as you felt Megumi’s seat scrape across the floor. He had no reason to get up other than to go to the bathroom or to taunt you. He brought all of his own equipment and he didn’t use paint so he had no use for going to the sinks to get water to clean paintbrushes. You cringed as you felt one of his hands rest on your shoulder and the other on your thigh. He let his head settle carefully on your other shoulder. He was examining your sketchbook.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked him.

“You’ve done more work than I expected in such a short time, especially after your… unfortunate drinking incident.” he hummed, the vibrations going through your ear and making you shudder. He smirked at that. “I think you can do better than this.”

“Okay.” you huffed. “Now, tell me what you really want.” you uttered, it was like the effort of your words was not deserved for him. Complete derision dripping from your tongue. He turned his head so his mouth was level with your ear; he wanted each and every word he spoke to cut deep.

“I was just wondering if sweet, perfect, Yuji has told you about the sports hall presentation I stumbled across yet.” he whispered. The soft lilt in his tone tumbled straight into your ear canal. You wanted to turn and face him, but when your head moved a little you considered that his lips might find yours again. Whether it was accidental or not.

“Why don’t you tell me Megumi?”

He tutted, and tutted, and tutted. “Oh… I couldn’t do that.” he expressed. “You heard my old man tell me not to interfere, right? I’m sure Mr Perfect will tell you when he’s good and ready.”

He was being sarcastic and patronising. But still, he was right. You’re sure he’ll tell you… all in good time…

You gathered your things and left class. It actually didn’t irritate you that Megumi was walking by your side. He’s quite tolerable when he’s quiet. You were a little confused when you arrived at the car park. Yuji’s car was nowhere to be seen. Toji’s was, though. He stepped out to say hello to you again.

“Somethin’ wrong sweetheart?” he wondered.

“Yuji’s car isn’t here, I don’t—”

“Get in, I’ll take you home.” he said as he opened a door for you to hop in. You nodded in agreement. But you thought you better text Yuji in case he came back to find you. Having Toji around was really coming in handy for you. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll help Megumi work through his issues too.

The car ride was awkward as Megumi refused to speak. Toji made him sit in the back, like a little kid. Or a little brat as Toji might say. His dad didn’t care that he was pouting, though. He was being sweet and talkative, asking you about your day and your classes. He picked up on your appearance too, but he wasn’t rude about it. He simply asked if everything was okay. You nodded. You think so, at least.

He waved goodbye through the window as you got out of the car. You were staring at your front door as Megumi got out and sat in the front. They drove away, and you were still staring.

Why were you so nervous?

Your stomach sank as you entered the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. He halted all movements and he looked like a deer in headlights. He was… packing. Why the fuck is he packing?

“You’re leaving me—?” you asked him.

“No! Baby, I didn’t want you to find out like this that’s why I came home early.” he told you as he came closer to you. But you backed away. It made his heart ache. You’ve never avoided his touches before, you’ve never evaded his desire to love you. “Please let me just—”

“You are. Oh my God! You’re fucking leaving me!” you cried. He was rambling about how badly you needed to listen to him, to hear him out. But you couldn’t. “It comes to something when I should have trusted Fushiguro over you.” you spat. You immediately regretted saying it, but it was too late to turn back now.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Don’t dare try and take the moral fucking high ground when you’re packing your bags to run out on me.” you clapped back. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat with his head in his hands on the side of the bed. “You know what?” you asked as you dropped to your knees. “I’ll help you pack.” you lied, zipping up his suitcase and picking it up to throw down the stairs.

“Stop it! Put it down!” Yuji shouted. He wrapped his arms around your body so you could do nothing but wriggle and writhe against him.

“Let me go! I hate you! I fucking hate you, Yuji!” you bawled as you did all you could to get free. Tears were streaming down your face as you lied to him. You just wanted to hurt him like he was hurting you. But it wasn’t just hurting him. It was killing him to hear you say something so vile. He knew you didn’t mean it, but it was still the worst pain he’s ever felt.

He managed to pull you down onto the bed and subdue you. His eyes watered as you burst into loud, unforgiving tears and covered your face. He’s gone about things in the worst possible way. He should have known it would turn out like this, but he really thought he was doing the right thing.

“Baby.” he whispered.

You uncovered your face and he was hovering above you. You stopped crying for a moment. He hated how bright and shiny your face was with glittering tears. It’s his fault. And yet, for some reason your heart was racing. His face lowered and your hands clasped around the back of his head. Your swollen puffy lips found his in a deep, bruising kiss. You felt all of the air in your lungs escape. You couldn’t get enough of him. How could you say you hate him when you there was so much tension between you to kiss him like this? But you remembered his suitcase and pushed him away. You swiped the back of your hand over your lips and gathered your breath.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, why did you kiss me? Stay the fuck away from me Yuji.” you panted, your tears breaking free again.

“Babe! Please! You’re so fucking stubborn will you let me talk?” he yelled. “I’m not fucking leaving you, I promise. Not like you think, I need you to let me explain.” he stated. You were receptive, but still terrified.

“Not like I think?”

He opened his arms, inviting you inside. You were hesitant, but allowed it. He let out a little chuckle and shook his head when you asked him if he’d met another girl. You were and will always be the only girl for him. He pulled you both down, so you were laying on your sides with your heads on the soft-as-marshmallows pillows. Your eyes focused on his as you allowed him to speak.

“The presentation Fushiguro was talking about, it was about a trip. And it’s mandatory.” he told you. This was the best possible outcome. He wasn’t leaving you and he hadn’t met someone else. Did he really think you were going to go crazy over a weekend trip? “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want us both to be upset about me leaving. I just wanted to love you as much as I could and have as much sex as possible before I had to go.” he sniffled.

That’s not the type of thing you say when you’re only leaving for a weekend. Your lip wobbled and your eyes filled again. This was killing him. He didn’t want to fucking go. He didn’t. “How long will you be gone?” you wept. His eyes closed as he tried to hold back his own tears. He wasn’t ignoring you, but he knew as soon as he answered it was real. “How long Yuji.” you whimpered.

He breathed. Tears left his eyes silently, but he quickly wiped them away. “Three months.” he answered. It was cracked and broken. He was crushed. You broke down into tears again and he hugged you closer to him. How are you going to live without him for three whole months? “I’m so- I’m so s-sorry.” he muttered, trying to control his breaking voice.

“Where will you- How far are you?”

“It’s um, a tour of Europe.”

You felt your heart tear and tear with each sentence he spoke. He’s going. He’s really going for three whole months. You’ll be alone in the house with no one to come home to and cuddle each day and night. No one to talk about your day with or tell you about their own. You’ve had relationships end and felt less pain than this. He was quite literally your other half. The only person who could possibly complete the puzzle of your heart and you were losing that for three months.

“Please just uh- I need you to,” he stumbled over his words. Unable to process what he was actually about to ask, to speak. “Please tell me you don’t really hate me. You don’t, do you? I love you, I love you. Please, I need you to tell me you don’t really hate me…” he spoke with minimal voice breakage. Tears rolled out of his eyes but he managed to keep strong. You, however, were a mess. How could you say something so abhorrent to the man you loved, the person you loved more than anything in the world? You wrapped your body around him. Crying into him heavily and kissing him all over.

“I love you Yuji, I’m so so sorry.” you blubbered. “I could never hate you. I’m sorry, Yuji I’m so fucking sorry. I love you; I do. I really fucking love you.”

You were sick. You didn’t want to eat, to go to the bathroom, to sleep. You didn’t want to waste a single second of time with him.

“I have to leave on Sunday.” he spoke into your hair, almost silencing his voice. After tonight you have one day together. One day before he leaves you for three months.

“I feel like I’m dying.” you confessed. He kissed your neck before speaking again.

“I know. Me too.”

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Pure Affections Wrapped Up in a Dark Green Bow (Husband!Pro-Hero!Bakugou x Wife!Reader)

Art credit: @/gaysony on Instagram

Warnings: suggestive themes (there’s one steamy kiss and innuendoes sprinkled throughout), nudity (not sexual), fluff, cursing, injuries, hurt/comfort, soft!domestic!Bakugou and heartwarming present. 

Synopsis: You had been married to Bakugou for a couple years now and you had a special present for him. But when he gets home, it’s clear that he hasn’t had the best day. You’re there, steady and strong for him to lean on for support and he does until he’s capable of standing on his own again. This is what love looks like.

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The door to your flat slammed closed, signaling that your husband was home, and you wiped your grimy hands on your dirt-streaked cargo pants. You grabbed something and jumped on the counter, shoving it in a cabinet before closing it. Double checking to make sure you couldn’t see it, you leaped down, quelling your excitement as you sped out of the kitchen.

But your rapid footsteps faltered when Bakugou came into sight, looking absolutely drained. 

He dropped his duffle bag on the floor without a care and kicked off his shoes, never looking up once. 

“Katsuki?” 

Your soft voice brought him back down to reality and he sighed heavily, gripping the roots of his ash-blond hair in frustration. When he finally glanced up, his garnet eyes were laced with exhaustion. 

But everything melted away the instant he saw you.

Engine oil smudged on your cheeks, Bakugou refrained from snorting at the sight of your muddied cargo pants and stained, white tank top. You sure were a sight for sore eyes even when tinkering with your support items commissioned for big-time heroes like him.

“Hi.” You giggled as he dumped the rest of his stuff to the ground, closing the distance in between you two in three large strides.

You frowned as you noticed a slight limp in his gait but you didn’t get a chance to question it. Bakugou didn’t waste any time, trapping you in his arms and crushing your form to his chest.

He grunted his hello, but his eyes were soft and his smile was fond as he drew back slightly. He might’ve grown since his hot-headed days in high school as you helped him express his emotions but that didn’t mean all his ticks went away.

You just held him as his head plopped on your shoulder, sensing where his distress and aggravation was stemming from.

“Bad day?” You asked sympathetically, looping your arms around his neck so that you could card your fingers through his spiky hair.

He snorted but his fingers tightened from where they were gripping your waist. “Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”

It was awful. He had gotten called away on a mission only to find out that his people mixed up who he was going up against and had given him skewed intelligence. He would’ve fucked them up for a mistake like that if it wasn’t for that column that landed on his leg and trapped it. He was fortunate that Recovery Girl had made a special trip to see him or else he would still be in the hospital. 

You smiled sympathetically at the bite in his tone and pressed a kiss to his temple in an effort to calm him. “You want to talk about it?”

Bakugou shook his head no. All that could come later, right now, he just wanted to to hold you in his arms. Because when he did, it was like all was right with the world.

You didn’t press the issue. Instead, after coaxing him to stand on his own two feet so that you weren’t dragging his weight around the complex, you led him to your shared bedroom.

“C’mon, bathtime.” You encouraged softly.

Bakugou didn’t fight you as you guided him into the simplistic yet modern bathroom and he lifted his arms up as you tapped his wrists to indicate what you wanted him to do so that you could take his shirt off. 

You turned around so he could strip the rest of the way and started to run the bath. You left the lights off on purpose so that the harshness of it wouldn’t hurt his eyes. Instead, the window provided natural light. 

Adding a couple bath salts and essential oils (even though he claimed he hated the way it smelled) to aid in his relaxation, you adjusted the temperature of the water to chanced a glance back at the man draped over you. Your brow furrowed and a frown pinched the edge of your mouth as he leaned against you more than usual. He was more hurt than he was letting on.

Slinging his heavy arm around your shoulder, you supported him and helped him into the tub. He had already undressed the rest of the way but your brow furrowed as he struggled to lift his left leg. Eventually, you were able to lower him without a problem and you grinned triumphantly at the feat accomplished but it went unnoticed by your husband.

Bakugou frowned tiredly when you didn’t follow him in. 

“Come here.” He rasped, his voice heavy and laced with a burden he didn’t want to voice.

Your expression softened but you shook your head. You were so dirty from working in your workshop. If anything, you needed a shower. He could soak by himself and then come eat dinner when he was ready and up for it.

But Bakugou tugged on your hand, insisting. 

“I don’t give a shit.” He growled lowly. “Get in here, dumbass.”

Shaking your head at his crude language, you squeaked when he yanked you towards him. Your breath caught in your throat as he was now an inch away from your face, his hot exhales mingling with your gasp of surprise. 

“You’re not asking, are you?” You sighed dramatically but smiled to let him know that you were just kidding. “Alright, give me a second.”

As soon as you took your clothes off, you clambered in the bath with him, facing him because you didn’t trust him not to try anything in this state where you were both nude. 

He wrinkled his nose, giving away his displeasure as you stayed an arm’s length away from him but you didn’t care and urged him to scoot forward so that you could start to clean him. 

Bakugou hissed as your nails dragged against his scalp. “Taking a damn bath is fucking dirty.”

“The water gets so fucking disgusting.” He scowled, huffing scornfully when he saw how brown the water was turning already.

You shrugged, focusing on a patch of particularly rough sediment clinging to his chest. 

Bakugou took this moment of peace in time to observe the way your brow furrowed in concentration, how your nose flared and your lips pursed. 

You hardly ever let him watch you at work in the shop, giving him a shitty excuse that he distracted you or some shit.

Fucking lame. 

You were a vision when you were working on things that you were passionate on. He could watch you for hours and never get tired. He actually had, on several occasions, had gotten in trouble with his PR team more than once because he skipped or forgotten about a press conference meant to boost his publicity.

Not that he really needed more. If anything, as a top ten hero, he needed less.

All he wanted was to lay in bed and fall asleep with you in his arms. Was it too much to ask for that of the world? To give him an uneventful night of peace where he wasn’t called away to work, to be able to wake up with you in the morning when the sun rose above the skyline and greet you with breakfast in bed instead of a scrawled note that told you how much he loved and missed you since he couldn’t stick around. 

You never minded. You never complained about the hardships once.

You knew that when you agreed to marry him you knew exactly what you were signing up for. And you never regretted it.

Sure, the days were hard. You had work and friends to keep you more than occupied but at the end of the day, it boiled down to commitment and how much you loved him. That wasn’t to say that waiting was easy, not at all.

Because everyday you had to worry about whether or not he would make it home that night. Whether he was eating properly and getting enough rest. How every time you turned on the news you held your breath as you flicked through the channels, hoping and praying that your husband wouldn’t be on the front of those stories that broadcasted the death of a hero for the whole nation to see. 

But he was worth it. He was worth your unconditional love for him and every single moment of waiting. You would always wait for him because there was no one else you’d rather be with.

Bakugou almost fell asleep in the tub as you bathed him without being prompted. Normally, he's have some kind of irritation flashing through him as he was forced to endure your loving touch that he absolutely did not need. Or treasure.

Or was the only thing he was able to think of when you tended to him with the utmost care.

Fuck.

He had learned fairly early on in your marriage that being vulnerable didn't not constitute the same as being weak in his definition. But it got easier as time passed and he saw that you would be the last person on earth to judge him or think less of him because of his limitations. 

It had taken a while but eventually you broke down those high walls of his, embracing him in the midst of the maze he had built up around his heart to protect himself and kissed the top of his head as he leaned down. 

You got him. All of him. 

There was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than by your side. 

Bakugou’s head lolled back against the backsplash as your nails scratched against his scalp.

He exhaled deeply. “Fuck, that feels good.” 

You fought back a cheeky smile. You knew him well and all of his weak spots.

Bakugou’s eyes fluttered closed as you continued to clean him. Usually, he would insist you turn around and relax so that he could take care of you but all the energy was sapped out of him. He was lucky he had someone like you to sit here with him after a shitty day, not ask any questions, but just simply be with him. 

You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly brought you in for a hug and you blushed a rosy red when he nuzzled unabashedly into the valley of your breasts.

“Katsuki!!” You exclaimed in shock, your fingers winding in his hair when he didn’t let you go. Your eyes shot open when he tugged you into his lap. He was never this forward and he usually waited a good couple hours to initiate any kind of physical contact after a rough day at work.

Today must have been particularly bad. 

“Thank you.” Bakugou grunted, the voiced appreciation coming out muffled from where he was attached to your chest.

Gaze softening, understanding filled your eyes and you gently kissed the top of his head. “You’re welcome.”

Discreetly, you grabbed the soap to finish his bath, sudsing yourself in the process. Bakugou didn’t complain once as the water turned dark with dirt, even though he was barking about it earlier, simply basking in your presence and breathing you in while you took care of him.

He toweled off first, per your insistence since you still needed to wash your hair.

As soon as you dried off, you gestured for him to hand you the antibiotic so that you could get to work on those cuts of his. He protested the entire time.

“This doesn’t even hurt, why do you have to put a fucking—”

Bakugou broke off with a hiss of pain as you pressed down slightly harder than you needed to in order to emphsize your point.

“Katsuki…” You warned, your eyes blatantly telling him not to fight you on this or else he’d regret it. He got it rather quickly.

“Yeah, yeah,” He mumbled, averting his eyes. “Fine. Do your fucking shit or whatever.”

You weren't thrown off by the indifferent tone in his voice. He needed to know that you weren’t going anywhere. 

He always got agitated anytime he got hurt. It was only natural for someone who grew up thinking they had to be strong all the time.

Gently pressing down on his thigh, you paid special attention to when he winced.

“It’s just bruised.” You threw him a pointed glance, knowing what he was going to deny. “Recovery Girl came by?”

“Yeah.” Bakugou hissed under his breath. “Shitty nerd called her before I could say a damn word.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well thank goodness for that because everybody knows you would screw that up.”

“Oi.” He growled at your snark. “Not fucking funny.”

You grinned. “Wayyyy funny.”

Your smile faded as you continued to patch him up, inspecting him thoroughly to make sure you hadn’t missed anything. He had a tendency to hide how bad his injuries were and although you could understand why, you didn’t appreciate the times he was literally knocking on death’s door and would die if he didn’t receive medical attention.

Those times, you weren’t all that forgiving.

Gesturing to his leg that he had been favoring since he came home, you arched an eyebrow in silent questioning. 

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “It’s fine.”

You crossed your arms over your chest but didn’t push it. He could still walk on it so it was probably fine. His pride was probably what was hurt more. Either that or the mission had gone bad and he had been too late.

Swallowing harshly, you knew not to cross that line. 

As the two of you exited the bathroom, you left behind the tense atmosphere and relaxed as you stepped back into the living area, making your way to the kitchen with great difficulty as Bakugou peppered kisses to your neck in a wordless thanks for helping him.

And the instant you arrived in the kitchen, you sprang away from him.

“Surprise!!” You shouted excitedly, waving your hands at the simple meal set up at the table. 

There was a single cinnamon and spice candle that sat in the center of the white tablecloth. He never was one for extravagance but you put in a little extra effort today.

At his silence, your arms dropped and you played with your fingers nervously, thinking that he didn’t like it. Or maybe that he found it annoying and just wanted to be left alone and now he would have to eat dinner with you.

You started to ramble as you began to panic. “I-I thought we could do something nice, since it’s your birthday, and I know since the pandemic, things have been really hard on you guys so I thought it would be nice to relax and—”

You cut off with a squeak as he swept you up into his arms and off your feet, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Cheeks flushing bright red, your stammering came to a halt as he let out a shaky exhale against your heated skin.

“Thanks.” 

It came out quieter than his usual volume, taking you by surprise, but you still heard it nonetheless.

You didn’t tease him. Maybe later when he could handle it, but not now. 

Stroking his hair comfortingly, you grounded him in reality before guiding him to sit at the table. He had tried to hide how happy he was from you but he couldn’t. Not one bit.

You knew him too well.

Letting him rest his feet, knowing he must’ve been standing and running around all day to correct mistakes, defeat villains and save people.

You moved to go sit down on the opposite side of the table like you normally everyday at dinnertime but the arm locked around your waist stopped you.

Glancing back quizzically, you yelped as Bakugou pulled you down into his lap, pressing your back flush against his broad chest.

He didn’t say anything, and if you had to guess, you figured that his brow was probably furrowed in annoyance and his mouth was pressed in a thin line at indulging in something as simple as your company and affection, but you could let him have this.

He deserved it after all. 

Twisting around, you planted a gentle kiss to his jaw, raising a hand up to tilt his face down towards you.

“Happy birthday, Katsuki.” You breathed, eyes shining with emotion. 

Two years. It had been two years since he demanded that you marry him. You couldn’t believe it when he asked you. 

Unlike most couples, you two hadn’t dated much at all. Your first date was a home-cooked meal at his apartment that he shared with Kirishima at the time, a day before the wedding. 

Your friends were shocked, to say the least. 

But you two were close. You might not have dated like how many people would classify it, but the two of you knew each other better inside out for most of your lives and was often the first one called whenever there was a villain incident that the other had gotten hurt in. 

Bakugou hadn’t cared that the public knew about you. He had originally wanted to keep it a secret so that you were better off in terms of safety-wise, but you had nothing to hide, telling him to let them try. 

They wouldn’t break you.

Your relationship might’ve seemed rushed to some, frantic and panicked, but it couldn’t be more off from the truth. 

The thing was, you just knew. You knew that if it was going to be anyone, if you could see yourself with one person for the rest of your life, it would be with him. 

No one else even came close. 

But you were still surprised when Bakugou admitted the same, just in fewer words. 

After going through everything, the USJ incident where you had gotten hurt taking a hit from the Nomu for him, the kidnapping where he was ripped away right in front of your eyes, to where he was the one to finally be able to rescue you during a break-in at Heights Alliance, he just knew.

Like you, after risking your lives for each other countless times and finding solace in each other after it was all said and done meant a lot. Meant more than he could put into words. 

You squeaked as the arms around you tightened out of the blue, concern filling your gaze as you leaned back into his chest. 

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, your small hands covering his on your waist as you sank into his embrace, tilting your head up so that you could see him clearly.

Bakugou’s vermilion eyes snapped towards you as he was broken out of his reminiscing. He grunted in your direction, internally wincing at how short he was being with you even if you didn’t even seem to mind. 

His wistful smile transformed into a full-blown smirk as you grabbed a piece of korean barbeque off of his plate and popped it in your mouth. 

Bakugou’s breath tickled your ear as he leaned forward and his low voice, though rough with exhaustion, held a touch of amusement. “I saw that, dumbass.” 

You blinked up innocently at him, kicking your feet childishly and he shook his head, pinching your side in retaliation. You jumped and smacked his chest, blushing deeply as a chuckle reverbated against your back. 

“Katsuki!!”

“Fucking dumbass.” He muttered into your hair, unconsciously catching a whiff of the coconut and pineapple shampoo you used. You smelled even sweeter than usual, it was dulling his senses. But he was not complaining. 

You smiled to yourself, snuggling into his warmth. It was quiet moments like this when there was nothing else but the company of him surrounding you and the ambiance of a safe place that you loved the most.

Heart at ease, you were surprised to hear that his heartbeat matched yours. 

Your teeth worried into your bottom lip cheekily and before he could tease you any further, you redirected his attention to his mostly untouched plate, insisting that he eat.

Bakugou was generally pretty good about staying on top of meals and eating healthy to balance out all the exercise he got working as a hero, but lately things had hit him hard and he had been slacking off more than usual.

You were quick to catch it before it got too bad though. 

Bakugou’s eyes shimmered with a hint of unspoken emotion. He was so lucky to have you.

Moving to get up so that you could get your food from across the table, you gasped as his arms squeezed around your midsection, preventing you from leaving.

“Don’t leave.” Bakugou muttered, his brow furrowed as a hint of a pout appeared on his face. 

You giggled softly at his childish antics. “I’ll be right back.”

He could be so clingy sometimes, not that you were complaining. You were just as bad. There was something about being in his embrace and letting him hold you that made you feel safe, made you feel like you were at home.

Although it was rare and far in between, he did occasionally let you cuddle him. It had taken a while into your marriage for his walls to come crumbling down, but once they did, you never once made fun of him for what he needed or asked for. 

Pouting when your beloved husband didn’t let you free, you blinked up at him with doe eyes.

You wiggled in his lap when he still didn’t release you. “Katsuki—”

“No.” He growled stubbornly. 

You sighed, trying to appear as disheartened as possible. “But I’m hungry.”

“You can eat my fucking food, dumbass.” Bakugou huffed.

Folding your arms over your chest stubbornly, you frowned. He wasn’t going to eat the food you made? Even after going all day without eating his meals?

Oh hell no. 

You squirmed in his lap, now trying to pry his unyielding grip off so that you could reach your own plate that was probably cold by now on the other side of the table. 

“Katsuki, please?” You pleaded and his frown faltered.

Why did you have to be so damn cute? It wasn’t fair.

While he was distracted, you swiped your plate from across the table and settled back into his lap cheekily, sighing contentedly as he was left in a stunned silence.

“Oi, what the fuck?”

You giggled, waving your chopsticks at him. “What the matter, Katsuki? Cat got your tongue?”

He glared at you but it faded as you laughed harder and he found a small smile lifting up the edges of his mouth.

Dinner consisted of light banter back and forth as he stuffed the food you had made in his mouth, begrudgingly admitting that it tasted good when you eagerly asked.

He tapped your hip to get you to stop squirming once you finished eating but you retorted that he was taking too long. 

He needed to finish, you had something to give him. 

Bakugou arched an eyebrow and purposefully went slower until you smacked his arm with an indignant cry at his audacity. He barked out a laugh, his chest shaking as you pushed out your bottom lip at him childishly.

“Fucking brat.” He muttered fondly and you beamed at the soft tone he took on.

“You love me~” You sang, pecking his cheek.

“Go die.” He hissed, attitude back faster than you could blink.

You insisted that he finish his meal before you revealed what you were holding back from him. 

Bakugou wasn’t going to admit that the curiosity was eating away at him as you dangled the unknown of his head like something to be played with and he was almost ashamed at how he quickened his pace.

Almost.

He didn’t react when you clambered off of his lap but his eyes widened when you climbed on top of the counter.

Chair scraping back and crashing to the tiled floor with how abruptly he stood up, he was by your side in a split second.

“Fuck— You’re going to fucking fall!!!” He cursed violently, chest heaving as he panted hard.

You giggled lightly, leafing through the spices you kept on the top shelf in order to find what you were looking for. “Relax, Katsuki, I’m fine.”

You started keeping them all on the very top after he dumped an entire bottle of chili pepper into your dinner one night. You were not amused at the shit-eating grin on his face that came from getting his fix of spicy food.

After that, it was only salt and pepper from then on, much to his dismay.

Bakugou didn’t look at all reassured by your words and he was strongly thinking about climbing up there with you just so he could catch you if you lost your balance when you squealed joyfully and hopped back down.

Thank fuck. You were going to give him a heart attack one day. 

After you ushered him to sit back down, you presented the culprit as to what your dodgy behavior was all about.

Bakugou’s vermilion eyes widened when you proudly handed him a carefully wrapped gift box. The pattern on the paper was simple and you didn’t go overboard with decorating it, settling for a small bow on top. 

He appreciated it. 

Even though to the untrained eye it looked like you hadn’t spent much effort, he knew that it was in fact the very opposite. He could see where you had meticulously folded the paper so that it laid flat and didn’t crease or wrinkle. The dark green bow vaguely reminded him of Deku, but more of the time when you said you loved the green in his hero costume because of how much it contrasted against his eyes. 

Your words, not his.

He couldn’t fucking care less about the color except for the fact that you said you liked it. That stuck with him more than he would’ve liked to admit. 

Bakugou’s hand shook slightly as he accepted the gift. “You weren’t supposed to get me anything, brat.”

You only rolled your eyes humorously, planting your hands on your hips. “Oh please, like I’m not going to get you something for your birthday.”

You may have had a habit of going all out for things like his birthday and holidays and he hated it because he never knew what to do with those warm, fuzzy feelings you left him with, giving him those wide smiles of yours that lit up the room as though he had created the universe and blinked up at him with your bright, loving doe eyes that melted his heart.

So instead, his competitive spirit spurred on to compensate for the lack of emotional capacity he had to deal with all of these unwanted feelings. 

It frustrated and flattered you to no end.

“You better fucking remember this when yours comes around then, dumbass.” Bakugou smirked, shooting you a sharp look when your jaw dropped. He would return the favor and go overboard when yours came around.

You blinked. The nerve he had. He knew you two were trying to save up funds so that you would have a stable foundation when you were ready to have kids. “W-Wait, Katsu—”

“Too late.” He rejected flatly, his eyes twinkling with a touch of amusement as he dodged your attempts to take back the present. 

His present. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bakugou snapped as you lost your balance and crashed face-first into his chest while trying to get it back.

You floundered for a second, trying to get your bearings but your husband was too fast and beat you to it. He set the box down in flash in order to catch you.

Hooking your legs around his waist so that you didn’t fall again, his palm splayed against your lower back, teasing with the hem of your shirt before it dipped underneath. 

You jolted as his warm hand came in contact with your chilly skin and you shivered. 

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed accusingly at you. “You’re cold.”

Blushing, you tried to hide only for him to be one step ahead of you and yank your wrists away from your face. 

“Fucking idiot.” He muttered to himself and you giggled, bouncing excitedly in his lap now that your life was no longer in danger from falling ungracefully off of a chair. 

“Open it, open it, open it!!” You chanted over and over again, tugging at his arm enthusiastically. 

Bakugou grimaced at your volume. “Stop fucking yelling in my ear, you shitty woman.”

But he froze and his whole body tensed the second he opened the lid. 

You blinked at him nervously, brushing back your hair anxiously as you waited for him to say something. Unable to wait as the silence stretched on, you pointed out each one of the items sitting in the container to explain what they were so he didn’t just think you gave him a pile of junk as a gag gift. 

“They’re specialized compression arm bands for when you’re out in the field to help reduce the muscle strain but they won’t be affected by your quirk, you’d have to try really hard to destroy them and even then—”

“Thank you.”

You stopped your nervous rambling and blinked up at him in shock. Was that genuine gratitude you detected in his voice without the usual mask of nonchalance?

You giggled, almost not believing your ears. He didn’t even bother disguising it. “Wow, the world must really be ending.”

“Shut the fuck up and die.” Bakugou hissed.

Ah, there it was. 

You grinned widely. “You really like it?”

“Course, you shitty woman.” He glowered, slipping them on to try it out. 

Bakugou remembered telling you about the strain overusing his quirk caused on his arms but when push came to shove, he didn’t care if he destroyed his body when it came to saving the day. But that was years ago. 

Back when you had first met and he had blown you up during a training session. Literally. The burns landed you in Recovery Girl’s office and after that, he had walked in to begrudgingly apologize but you just looked up at him with that same kind face that greeted him everyday and asked him if it always hurt to use his quirk for such huge blasts.

You weren’t even offended by the fact that he had hurt you. It was true that he didn’t ever hold back against opponents, even when training, but even he admitted that he might’ve gone too hard.

Maybe.

But to think you not only remembered it but also worked through that pretty brain of yours to come up with a solution like this. 

All the support tech in the world didn’t have a material that could withstand his nitroglycerin when he ignited it. 

You were incredible.

Bounding up to your feet eagerly, you didn’t give him any time to throw a tantrum that you had detached yourself from him as you begged for him to try them out. 

“Hah?” He glowered. “You want me to use my quirk indoors?”

But he raised his hands anyway. You were always the one to enforce the rule of him not using his explosion inside, since it was destructive even with his fine control over it. You must’ve been really excited to see him try it out.

His palms popped with sparks at first and he raised an eyebrow as a cooling sensation kicked in automatically. Slowly, he built up his power until he fired a controlled AP cannon that shattered the vase from across the room. 

You cheered and clapped your hands gleefully at how well it worked. It had changed blue when it activated, signaling that the cooling agent was doing its job.

Flexing his hands, Bakugou noticed how his arms weren't as sore as they normally were. 

He took them off and turned it over in his hands, examining it closely. “How did you do it?”

You went on a rant, enthusiasm taking over every inch of your being as you eagerly explained how you created the material, a hybrid of some sort of elastic that could withstand high heats woven in with a cooling agent to soothe his muscles when they were overworked. The threads that made up the compression bands were fireproofed down to their molecular level, an expensive process but possible with the right amount of funds, along with a ton of time and patience.

All of which you had as you spent a huge chunk on the money you had saved up for this.

Your husband’s expression softened into something that vaguely resembled fondness as your eyes shone with excitement over your newest piece of tech. Specially made just for him. 

Fuck, he was whipped.

Bakugou buried his face into your chest and you yelped in surprise, tugging his hair to pry him off of your body but he just groaned and stubbornly refused to move.

“Katuski!!” You protested, your hands shooting to the arms that were wrapped around your torso and pressing you close to him. “I’m dirty!!”

A blatant lie since you had bathed with him but you were desperate. This would inevitably end up in the bed if you didn’t push him off you right now. 

You had been working in the shop all day to finish these up, just able to wrap the specialized compression sleeves in time before he came home. And because all of your clothes were currently being washed since there was an accident in your workshop a few days ago, you had to throw on your dirty tank top and cargo pants after scrubbing it as best as you could; and it was not the most appealing or flattering on your body. 

It was clear your husband thought otherwise though.

“Don’t care.” Bakugou grumbled into your chest, his meaty hands going down to cup your butt.

You smacked his chest, telling him off, squeaking when he retaliated by squeezing your ass firmly. Rolling your eyes at the cheeky smirk on his face, you kissed his nose softly and his expression crumbled away to the softness that you knew had always lurked behind his guard.

“Happy birthday, Katsuki…” You whispered, a millimeter away from his lips. “I love you.”

You hadn’t even finished your declaration before his hand was snaking around the back of your neck, closing the distance in one go and crushing your mouth to his. 

You whined as he dominated your mouth, his tongue demanding entrance. You decided to play with him a bit and kept your lips pursed. He growled at your disobedience and you shifted giddily in his lap, yelping when he nipped your bottom lip. 

He groaned against your mouth as you ground your pelvis into his.

Bakugou thought this was going to go somewhere with how much you were teasing him but to his frustration, you climbed off of him, panting hard to catch your breath.

You winked. He knew that glint in your eyes. 

“Catch me if you can!!” You shouted over your shoulder as you sprinted towards the living room and took refuge behind the couch. 

“What the fuck….” He muttered under his breath, shaking his head at your childish antics as you raced out of view. 

He stomped into the living room. 

“Oi, get out from behind there, dumbass.” He growled.

When you didn’t reply, he rolled his eyes and tapped his foot impatiently. 

“I know you’re there, shitty woman.” “He drawled. “I can see your fucking foot.”

Your indignant squeak made the corner of his mouth twitch in amusement but the look was quickly wiped off of his face as a foam bullet whizzed past his ear. You had just declared war.

A wide smirk spread across Bakugou’s face at the invitation of a challenge and forgoing his shirt, he sank low to the ground. He didn’t even bother to take one of the other guns where they were stored. He was going to beat you in hand to hand so easily it was going to be embarrassing.

“Just remember when you fucking lose,” He started, cracking his knuckles loudly. “Don’t come crying, dumbass.”

“I don’t cry— Hey!! That’s cheating!!”

Your confident reply broke out into a whine halfway through your sentence as Bakugou leaped over the couch and tackled you to the floor, pushing the gun away so you couldn’t shoot at him anymore.

“You’re such a fucking child.” He snorted, stealing a kiss from you before you could say anything.

“But you love me anyways~” You sang, repeating your declaration from earlier as you booped his nose softly.

Bakugou huffed indifferently, a proud smirk stretching across his face as his true feelings won over. 

“Damn right I do.”

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[look-at-the-soul]

This isn’t goodbye

Tommy Shelby x Greta x Lizzie x Grace x Mum x Grandma Birdie

Summary: Babba is an elderly gypsy who lost her vision a long time ago, but now she can ‘see’ through her hands. It’s a gift that allows her to know your deepest secrets. Tommy asks for her help because he can’t sleep, the Grace hallucinations are becoming too much, but instead he will find out something he didn’t know about his first love, Greta.

✨It starts with a scene between Lizzie & Tommy, then switch to the story…

A/N: It took me a while to finish this one shot, I started it in November but finally, thanks to a fan art I saw, that inspired me, I found the perfect way to end this story ♥️ I hope you like it.

It’s related to S4 E2. That’s where the story start, right after Tommy is talking to Lizzie in his office about how to get Finn a “nice girl”.

But let me explain something important so you won’t get confused, this story is a mix of ‘present time’, visions from the past and flashbacks, so I will mark the start and the end for each; (End of Flashback) (Vision), etc… nevertheless, if this confuses you, don’t hesitate to ask and I will explain 😉

Don’t forget to tell me what you think!

Old memories kept coming back at him as he stared at the canal.

Bored, Lizzie looked at the place, it was humid, there was nothing to do there. “Are we expecting somebody?” Her eyes moving around, trying to find something, anything. Tommy had been quiet. “Tommy, I’m fucking freezing here.”

“We used to come here.” His gaze fixed somewhere in front of him. “She’d wait for hours for me, when I couldn’t make it. And I’d wait for her when her family kept her in.”

“Who?”

A subtle shook of his head, her name at the tip of his tongue. “Some girl.” He replied instead. “Some girl before France.” Finally, Tommy turned around to find Lizzie seating on top of some hay bales. Throwing his cigarette to the ground, he walked in her direction. “I’ve not been back here since.” Parting her legs to step between them, he started caressing her arms. “Wanted to come here with you.” His hands on her face as he leaned down to kiss Lizzie.

Just one kiss and he pulled away.

Lizzie didn’t expect it, confused, she asked: “Are you kissing her or me?”

It was just a second, just a fraction of time while he closed his eyes, that he was able to see her.

Greta.

Right there, in front of him… still the nineteen-year-old girl he had fallen in love with.

Flashback (1915)

Tommy kissed her before pulling out.

“I don’t want to keep hiding” he said while she was fixing her clothes. “Let me talk to your parents. I want to do the right thing.”

“Tom” nobody called him like that, just Greta. Approached him, gently brought her palm to his cheek. “My father will kill you.”

Tommy smiled widely. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Leaning forward to give her a kiss. Then another, and another one until she ended smiling against his lips.

“Need to get back before they realize I’m gone.” Bringing her arms around Tommy, she let out a loud sigh.

The thought of Greta lying to her parents amused him. “Where are you supposed to be?”

“Reading to my aunt Daphne, she can’t see anymore.” She stole his flat cap, to put it on her own head.

A fake expression of shock appeared on his face, as his fingertips started caressing her chin. “You left your poor aunt for me?”

“I want us to spend as much time as possible together before you go.” Greta didn’t want to talk about France, they had an agreement about it, and the last thing she wanted was to make him upset. “I will see you tomorrow Tom, same time. If I can’t make it, just wait for me.” Her finger pointing to their spot in front of the canal. Their secret place, under the bridge.

“I will be here, like I always do.” Solemnly, Tommy placed his right hand over his heart.

“I have something for you. Close your eyes.” When she saw him hesitate, she stole him a quick kiss. “Go on.”

“Closed.”

“No cheating?” she got small envelope she had made and sew out of a scrap of fabric her sister gave her.

“Cross my heart.” A small smirk forming on his lips. He felt her touching his hand, turning it around so his palm was upside.

“You can see now.” Opening his eyes, Tommy found a rectangle of fabric on his hand. Greta unfolded it to show him that inside was a picture. “Whenever you miss me, you can see our picture.”

Feeling his chest expand with all the love he felt for her, Tommy held her face in his hands, a genuine smile on his lips, the same smile on hers as they kissed. He loved her innocence, her big dreams, the way she tried to make the world a better place. Out of the blue her small house was full with four cousins, her aunt and uncle had passed away and the government would have taken the kids to an orphanage if it wasn’t for her parents who welcomed them with open arms. She wanted to help other kids in a similar situation.

“Promise me you will write, whenever you can.” Tommy demanded. “Then we will get married, yeah? Will you wait for me?”

His voice broke a little. He hadn’t left yet, and he was already making promises.

“Always.” She managed to give him a half smile.

(End of flashback)

That was the last time Tommy saw Greta for months, until her death.

“You.” He lied to Lizzie.

***

Tommy knocked on the door and waited until it someone opened it.

He didn`t know if this would help or the woman would just tell him lies, but he was on the edge and it wouldn`t hurt to give it a try.

The old lady was blind, some people said it was a curse, some others assured her vision transmuted, allowing her to see you through her hands.

She couldn’t see the world around her, at least not the same way as we all know it. But she was able to see your heart and your deepest desires. Once she puts her hands over your heart, it is almost as if she connects to your soul and you just can`t help it but give her those secrets that you wouldn`t dare to say out loud.

Tommy waited in the room until the woman entered with someone else for assistance, her eyelids were closed. She invited him to take a seat with her crooked fingers.

“Your soul is restless” she stated. “You’re looking for peace at the wrong place” the old lady said without touching him, or asking for his name. “You are a generous man.” She added gently.

Tommy leaned back in the chair. “I can’t sleep” he admitted.

“A woman is keeping you up”

“I dream of my late wife constantly, day and night… I see her.” What was the point on denying the truth? But he was afraid maybe he wasn’t letting Grace rest. “She passed away a few mon-

“No” the woman interrupted him. “It’s not your wife who is keeping you awake.”

“I see her daily” he repeated in case she didn’t listen.

“I heard you.”

Clearing his throat, he asked: “Who is it then?” Tommy dragged his eyes from the window to look at her.

“You know who she is”

“Right, I won’t take this bull” banging on the table, Tommy got up. The woman didn’t even flinch by his sharpness.

“I have to ask you to watch your manners”.

“Listen to me, I loved my wife, haven’t been thinking of any other woman” he felt the need to let that clear.

“She is still sorry she betrayed you, but your wife is not the woman on the back of your mind.”

A shiver ran through his body. There was no way this woman knew about that.

“Fine, I’m not on the mood to solve riddles” Tommy lost his last ounce of patience and he was about to leave when the woman spoke again.

“She needs you.” the woman said “That’s why you can’t sleep. You were the last person with her.”

¿Polly? ¿Ada? ¿Lizzie? ¿Esme?

Tommy made a mental list of the women in his life.

“No.” She said reading his mind.

Tommy looked at her startled. She held one of her arms in the air for him to get close again. Like a magnet he couldn’t fight, Tommy found himself approaching her. In a gentle motion, Babba covered his eyelids with her fingertips.

“It’s someone who never left you alone during the war. Her spirit protected you. Your love transcended, she left something of herself for you.”

Greta.

Her father heard of their secret romance and as soon as Greta entered her house, she was welcomed by her father ready to beat her for sneaking around with that Gypsy trash as he called him.

He waited days for her at the canal, but she never showed up again.

He tried to reach her, but it was impossible. Until one day, Greta’s sister, Kitty Jurossi found him to deliver the worst news… Greta was really sick and had been asking to see him to say good bye. Kitty mentioned it was consumption.

“That’s not the truth” the old lady pointed now touching his heart, making him jump since he was lost in thoughts.

Tommy closed his eyes and swallowed.

“She died after giving birth to your kid.” He heard her whisper.

That couldn’t be possible. “I was there, I saw her die.”

For the first time, the Babba decided she would allow him to see what really happened. One of her gifts, he needed this to clear his heart. Her hands found their way to touch his forehead so she could share her visions from that moment.

(Vision)

Like a picture in front of him, he stared at his surroundings, it was a room he couldn’t recognize, but the faces were familiar. A heavy breathing came into his ears, a woman in front of him moved from the bead and finally he was able to see her… Greta, she had passed out after letting out a cry that filed the room. “Something is wrong” someone voiced while the other women moved around, apparently none of them could see him.

He tried to move, but he couldn’t. Tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Hold the baby close to her.” Kitty asked to her oldest sister. “Can you feed her?” Anne nodded.

“Do you think dad will give the baby away like he threatened?”

His baby, he thought.

“Would you shut up Anne?” Their mother hissed, she could feel Greta was in a bad state, but her husband would never allow a Doctor. No, ¿How would anyone know what his little girl did? Sleeping with a gypsy, getting pregnant. He hadn’t talken to Greta even when they were in the same room since he learned she was expecting Tommy’s child.

The worst dishonor of his life, he said.

“Can’t believe she never showed the bump. Where did she hide the baby?”

“I still think Tommy should know, but I know dad won’t let it happen.” They kept cleaning Greta.

“Please don’t make this any worse Anne. We will stick to your fathers’ orders; tell Tommy she’s out, Kitty will keep the baby as hers, since her husband recent passing nobody will question if she was expecting.”

Tommy gasped. All of this time…

“And all of that to keep my little sister’s reputation intact.” Anne rolled her eyes.

“She’s warm Mum.” Worry in Kitty’s voice was evident.

(End of vision)

They all lied to him, they let Greta die.

And they kept his child away from him.

Tommy felt sick suddenly at the thought.

***

(D*)

“Grace?” He couldn’t see anything around, he had been walking around for what it seemed like an eternity. “Grace?” He asked one more time.

It’s been a while since the last time he saw her, maybe he would be able to see her again.

Or… Was he ready to let her go?

But this wasn’t a hallucination, no, as the blurry vision around him dissipated, he saw himself sleeping in his bed, the house was quiet.

Without fully understanding what was happening, he was pulled from his bedroom and found himself in an open field.

The day was beautiful, sunny and the clouds in the sky seemed like made by a brushstroke.

The sound of water running soothed his worries away. This was the calmest he had ever been, the fresh air cleaning his lungs.

As he kept walking next to the river, he found the most beautiful white horse he had ever seen.

The animal as if sensing his presence, turned around to see him. Almost… almost as if it was soul recognition.

Something not a single word in the books could describe.

He approached the horse to caress the animal.

The horse bowed its head and Tommy approached. The most natural thing was riding the animal.

“Do you have any idea what it’s going on?” Tommy asked.

He had had dreams of black cats, and hallucinations about Grace and the German soldiers behind the wall.

But he had never dreamed of white horses.

“Mom?”

Was this even possible?

When she passed away, he wasn’t able to say goodbye, to tell her one more time he loved her, to hug her tighter.

Of course, the horse wouldn’t answer his questions, but even without an answer, Tommy just had a feeling of peace, calmness, he was safe here.

Closing his eyes, he decided if he could trust someone, it was this horse. That’s why he chose to not ask any more questions and just enjoy the ride and the way he felt.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, the three times he checked his pocket watch it had stopped working. As if he was stuck in time.

But no long after, he found a familiar place in front of him.

The canal and bridge where he used to see Greta in secret.

Getting off the horse, on the other side of the canal he could see three female figures, their features slowly showing up.

“Grandma… Mom… Grace.”

Grace was holding something covered in her arms.

Blinking a couple of times, he couldn’t believe what he was watching. “John?” He was there too, a step behind the women, as if watching over them. He was holding a toothpick in his mouth, John nodded in his direction. He had a three-piece suit and flat cap in perfect white color.

His grandma, Birdie smiled at him. She was wearing an immaculate white Romani dress, she also had a white headscarf.

Then his eyes went to his mother, her dark hair around her shoulders, she was wearing a dark grey skirt and blouse.

“I love you Tommy… please forgive me.”

“Mom…” he felt a tight lump in his throat. After uncle Charlie told him what really happened, he silently asked her why she drowned herself, he needed her in his life, he felt like he failed her when he wasn’t able to save her.

“I need you to forgive me, my sunshine.” That was the nickname for him, said he brightened her day. Her blue eyes sparkled at him.

He nodded, unable to say the words out loud. They were stuck, at the tip of his tongue, but struggling to slip from his lips. He looked at the white horse, who’s eyes were on him, after some time that seemed like an eternity, he looked back at her. “I forgive you, Mum.”

“I love you so much my sunshine.”

I love you too Mum. He thought.

Then he saw how the grey color in her clothes began to turn lighter, until it was completely white. Perfectly white, it even lighted her features.

She looked radiant, exuding peace, love and joy, just like she used to do when she was alive.

Finally, his eyes went to Grace. She was wearing the same dress from the Shelby Foundation Fundraising Dinner, also in color white, she had her hair pin, he couldn’t see the sapphire around her neck anymore.

“It wasn’t your fault, Tommy. I will always love you.” She then moved the blanket from the bundle she was holding in her arms, to show him a beautiful baby.

His baby.

She was pregnant when she died, no one knew.

He couldn’t stop the tears now, sobbed loudly.

“Tommy.” It was Greta’s voice behind his back.

Turning to the side, there she was, also dressed in white with her favorite hat on, it had a ribbon with flowers.

“I have to go Tommy. You need to find our daughter, she has your eyes.”

“Wait.”

“Take good care of my little girl.”

“Greta, wait!”

But she was already on the other side of the canal. The white horse was there as well.

They all smiled at him and waved to say goodbye from the other side of the canal.

As the most important woman in his life turned around and started to walk away together, he needed answers, needed more time with them… he needed to hold them one last time.

Tommy tried to cross the canal, but there was no way.

Feeling desperate to watch them go, he needed to try to reach them.

Tell them one more time he loved them.

“Come back!”

He would have to jump.

“Don’t go please.”

His eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t leave me yet.”

He finally jumped, ready to get wet to go after them.

But instead of falling, the sensation of jump into the void woke him up, he was laying on his bed, back in reality. It had been a dream.

He needed to find his daughter. Greta had asked him to take care of her.

But for once in his life, he felt calm, knowing they were together, they were alright. They were in their own way, watching over him.

And he was able to say good bye.

For now.

***

(D)* ~This is where the dream starts, but I didn’t want to give away it was a dream.

Inspiration and massive thank you for the fan art to: @sybilmarlowe maybe you don’t know this, but thanks to your art I was able to finish this story 🤍 you are really talented!

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