#and it said if you simp for semi you probably did that

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on the bed in my room (d word matty x reader smut)

alternatively titled bejeweled (for @think0fmehigh only), or the butt plug fic. as you can imagine, it's fucking filthy, but also very sweet. hope you enjoy <3

the entire car journey home is silent.

it's not a bad sort-of silence, mind you. matty isn't angry, or upset - in the moments where it isn't wrapped around the gearstick or the handbrake, his hand still takes up its semi-regular position on your thigh as he drives, calloused fingers rubbing soothing circles into your denim-covered skin. he's just… speechless.

you rendered him - matty healy, famed chatterbox - totally speechless. the thought sends a flush of pride up through your bloodstream and into your cheeks.

matty blushes, too, every time he glances over at you. you'd like to think it's all your doing, that he's overcome by how pretty you are, framed by the heather-grey evening sky and illuminated by streetlights - and to be honest, that's probably partially true, knowing your boyfriend and his simp tendencies - but the spots of pink above those fucking cheekbones of his are absolutely less to do with you yourself and more to do with the full tote bag resting on your lap.

or, more accurately, to do with the pretty little jewelled butt plug tucked somewhere in the bag, hidden beneath and behind lace and mesh and silk and rope and glass and silicone and metal. 

you keep your eyes on the road, or look out of the passenger window, but you can still feel matty's flicking to and fro periodically. he watches out the windscreen, then looks at you, then at the bag. a few minutes pass, then he does the same thing again. lather, rinse, repeat.

from the corner of your eye, and because of the close proximity, you notice that matty's gaze always seems to land on your lips. as much as he's obsessed with them, you don't think his look is concerned with desire; he's searching for a hint of a smirk on your face, something to signify that your sparkly little purchase was made as a joke.

he won't find it: you're dead serious.

true, it's undeniable that you picking it up and taking it to the till was partially motivated by revenge - matty (as is his wont) was hell-bent on getting you flustered as you picked out new bedroom accoutrements together, while he smiled sweetly and wandered around the sex shop perusing nipple clamps or whatever as if nothing was the matter, and he certainly didn't count on you casually adding a butt plug to the pile and smiling just as sweetly as him as you did. he managed a whispered “wait, babe, are you serious?”, you responded with a wink, and he's been silent ever since, in sheer disbelief.

but, revenge aside, you do want to try it out, have done for a while. it's not something you've ever said to your boyfriend, out of some crass lingering teenage belief that “only slags want it up the bum”, a statement you heard the boys in your classes at school say so often it might as well have been a mantra. never mind that they got off to watching it online from their bedrooms every night, harboured fantasies of doing it with the pretty girls they watched like hawks when they walked past them in the corridors - if a girl asked to do anal, or anything relating to it, she was a slut. end of.

obviously, that's a load of bollocks, and nobody's said it in your vicinity for five years. but still… it's a hard association to shake. even now, with the tenner for an actual butt plug charged to your boyfriend's credit card and the thing itself on your knee, you’re hesitant to discuss it with matty, resolving to let him be the one to break the silence and bring it up.

it takes him a while, though - to say anything at all, actually. you brace yourself for questioning when he parks outside the house, but all matty does is wordlessly take the tote bag from your lap, quickly kiss your temple out of habit, and go to grab the rest of today's shopping from the backseat to carry it inside. even when the front door is firmly closed behind you, neither of you speak; he busies himself unpacking the tote bag, while you put away the new housey bits and clothes you picked up today.

walking through from the spare room you and your boyfriend use as a makeshift walk-in wardrobe, you find him sitting on the edge of your bed, turning the boxed plug over in his hands. tentatively, you sit down beside him, unclasping your watch and placing it on the bedside table, just to stop yourself nervously biting your nails in the silence.

you needn't be nervous, though. matty turns to you practically as soon as you sit down, his handsome face set in a pleasantly neutral expression. “hi.”

“hi,” you reply with a sweet smile, shifting on the bed to face him.

“so,” matty begins, tapping his thumbs against the cardboard box. he looks down at it before his eyes lock on your own, a tenderness amidst the pretty brown. “this… accessory.”

“yes?”

“i take it that's - and excuse the pun, please, darling - an area you want to explore?”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing, but you allow your cheeks to lift into a smile mirroring matty's as you nod. “i do want that, yeah.”

“alright,” matty nods thoughtfully. “it's just, well, that you've never brought it up until now. was a bit taken aback by it, if i'm honest.”

your expression must sour without your awareness, because he takes your hand and quickly continues talking. “not in a bad way, sweetheart! was just surprised, s'all. it's… yeah, it's quite a thing to be into.”

“you don't think it's weird that i want to try it, do you? or, like, off-putting?” you ask, voice small, looking down at your fluffy socks. “because if you do, we can just forget-”

“hey, no, sweetheart, none of that,” matty gently cups your jaw and lifts it so he can look at you. “i'm not put off by the idea at all - if you want to try it, then we'll try it, yeah?”

you smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead, but it's short-lived. “but do you want to try it?”

matty's eyes narrow. “you're not just doing this because you think i want it, are you?”

“no!” you clasp at matty's hand. “i just need to know i'm not asking you to do something you don't want.”

“oh, my sweet girl,” matty kisses you quickly, pulling back to stroke your cheek. “believe me, you don't have to worry about me not wanting to try it, fucking hell.”

fuck.

you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck as you climb onto his lap, enjoying the way his breath hitches when your nails lightly scratch the nape and your fingers begin to work themselves into his hair. these little moments of you holding all the sexual power are fleeting, few and far between, so you exploit them as much as you can whenever they present themselves, and generally just try to make matty fold like a deckchair. “have you thought about stretching me out, daddy?”

“christ,” matty rests his head on your shoulder, overcome. “would you think i was a creep if i said yes?”

“if i didn't fancy you so much, yeah,” you giggle, turning your head to press a kiss to your boyfriend's curls. “but no - i like hearing that you think about me sexually like that. turns me on to know i'm the object of your fantasies, the only one.”

“yeah? that's a bit possessive of you, sweetheart. correct, but possessive.”

“pot, kettle,” you smirk, kissing matty when he lifts his head to stick his tongue out at you.

matty softly nudges his head into yours. “thought you liked that?”

“i do. i love it, being yours,” you reach back and move matty's hand further down your back, until it rests just under your tailbone. “and i want all of me to be completely yours. every single hole.”

“oh, i fucking love you,” matty groans, lips trailing from your own, over your jaw, onto your neck; you whimper as he sucks a bruise into the skin above your collarbone, hips automatically grinding down onto his. “if that's what you want, my perfect girl, then that's what you'll get. need to work up to you taking my cock, though, yeah? have to make sure you're comfortable when i fuck that cute little hole for the first time.”

you whine at that, speeding up your grinding to relieve the wanton need matty's words sent straight to your cunt. “want to start now, daddy, please.”

“hmmmm,” matty holds your hips, slowing down your movements in order to think. he tuts when you frown and grumble at him in frustration, both regular and sexual varieties. “oi! don't be greedy, princess.”

“but-”

“good girls don't say ‘but’, do they?”

you sigh. “no, daddy. m'sorry.”

“you will be, princess,” matty smirks, and you hate it. “because now you'll have to wait for me to start stretching you out. i was gonna do it now, before you got all cheeky, but i'm afraid you'll have to want me a little bit longer. understand?”

reluctantly: “i understand, daddy.”

“good girl,” matty kisses your nose - despite yourself, you smile. “come on, darling, let's have a brew, yeah? and then we can try out that new bubble bath you got earlier, if you like.”

you nod. “i’d like that, yeah. thank you.”

“you're welcome, sweetheart.”

and it's a nice evening, despite the lingering desire in your body not being helped at all by sharing a bath with a naked and soaking wet matty. he's a gentleman, for once, though, hugging you and kissing along your shoulders as he sits behind you in the warm water, singing old love songs into your hair as you lie back on his hard chest, just taking the time to be tender and romantic with you. 

you love it. you love him. you love the way he makes you feel so special, so good, so cared for.

and you'd love him to make you feel like that in another sense, now. matty's touches on your body may be chaste, but there's an inherent electricity in his skin whenever it meets yours; every caress sends a shock through your nervous system, culminating in the bundle between your legs and leaving you wet in a way that isn't caused by the lavender-scented water.

thankfully, he doesn't make you wait too much longer.

after the bath, once you've dutifully slathered each other in the fancy body lotion matty loves stealing from you, washed your hands again, and dried off, you end up in your favourite state: naked, in bed, on your boyfriend's lap, lazily making out and giggling “i love you”s between kisses. it's the most intimate way of being with him, you think, both of you so physically and emotionally open, with nothing on your mind except the love you have for each other.

well, that isn't strictly true - love might be the overwhelming feeling in your brain, but the inkling of desire in the back grows bigger with every kiss. matty's the same, as evidenced by the way his hands move to squeeze your bum tightly, and by the way his kisses get ever more intense, teeth catching on your top lip and tongue exploring your mouth. soon enough, you find yourself grinding on his lap again, electrified by the feeling of matty getting hard beneath you.

like earlier, he's the one to talk first, reluctantly breaking away from your lips and panting. “god, i really want you.”

“feeling's mutual,” you gasp at the feeling of friction on your clit.

“yeah?” matty's voice is sickeningly sweet. “what do you want me to do to you, princess?”

“i- oh, please,” your voice comes out in a whimper, as matty's right hand moves inward from the flesh of your bum, his middle finger circling the outside of the hole you're so desperate for him to fill. “want you to fill me there, daddy.”

“can i? you're sure that's what you want?”

you smile at the sincerity in those pretty brown eyes. “i'm sure, my love.”

“alright,” matty blushes at the pet name. fuck, you love him so much. “can you pass me the lube from the drawer there, please, princess?”

you oblige, matty holding your waist to keep you from falling as you grab the blue bottle from the bedside table. “we'll probably need to get more of this soon, baby. used more than i thought trying to get those leather leggings on last month.”

“fuck, those leggings,” matty groans, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the headboard. “that was evil of you, wearing those to that party and expecting me to be alright.”

“no, what was evil was you actually ripping them off me when we got home. sixty quid down the drain!”

“if you'd seen your arse in them, sweetheart, you would've understood that i had no choice but to rip them off and fuck you.”

you smirk, and whisper in your boyfriend's ear. “did you wish that's what you were fucking instead?”

“well, i didn't wish it… but my mind did wander there, yeah.”

“soon, baby,” you kiss his forehead, placing the lube in the palm of his hand. “especially if we start working on me now.”

matty giggles, not unkindly. “point taken, my girl.”

“i actually will be totally yours in a minute,” you say gleefully, matty kissing your cheek in response as he noisily squeezes some lube out of the bottle and covers the middle and ring fingers of his right hand. “oh my god, that sound. it's so awkward.”

“nah, s'good. sounds like you when you're turned on.”

“shut up. no it doesn't!”

“don't deny it, princess,” matty grins. “can feel how fucking wet you are for me already. i love it.”

you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “just really want you in my ass, daddy. turns me on thinking about it.”

“shit, you’re so hot. my perfect girl,” matty groans - you copy the noise, when his lubed fingers return to circling your tight hole. “gonna give you what you want now, princess, alright? tell me if it's too much, or you want to stop. you know your colours, yeah?”

“yes, daddy.”

“good girl. alright - gonna slip a finger in you now, sweetheart, so i need you to stay relaxed. s'just me, yeah? just me. nothing to worry about.”

you nod, pouting your lips for a kiss. matty obliges, pulling back quickly so he can look at you. when he sees you smile, he returns it with a whispered “i love you”; you return the sentiment eagerly.

and then he starts to slowly push his middle finger into you.

your jaw drops at the new sensation, breath catching in your throat as your boyfriend carefully manipulates the ring of muscle. his eyes don't leave yours the whole time, pretty lips slightly agape as he takes over this part of your body for the first time. neither of you make any sound, your heavy breathing the only noise in the bedroom, until the newness begins to ebb slightly in deference to pleasure; then, you hum at the feeling of sheer fullness.

it feels good. really good.

the pleasure must show on your face, because matty's breaks into a loving smile. “you like it, princess?”

“yeah,” you breathe, caressing his cheek. “i love it.”

“i'm glad, darling,” matty leans forward to kiss you, surprisingly tenderly given where his right hand is. “feel so good around me. so fucking tight. christ, thank you for letting me do this.”

“i should be the one thanking you!” you giggle. “love the way you feel in my little hole, daddy.”

with a sort-of strangled moan, matty kisses you again, harder this time. “are you ready for me to finger it properly, princess?”

“please.”

“always so sweet for me, even when you're being dirty. my good girl,” matty smiles. “ready?”

“yeah.”

matty nods, ever so slightly pulling his finger back out of you, before working it back in. you blink repeatedly at the new feeling - again, pleasurable. “oh.”

“colour?”

“green, green green green. please don't stop,” you moan, shuffling your hips slightly in an attempt to offset how turned on you are. “fuck, daddy, please keep going.”

“jesus christ,” matty breathes, obliging your request. “you fucking love this, don't you, princess? you’re fucking soaking me.”

you nod, breath catching in your throat again; it passes quickly, though, and you speak. “can you - shit - can you speed up, please?”

“think you can take it?”

“yeah, i can take it. wanna take it, wanna take it so bad,” you babble, eyes never breaking from matty's lust-darkened ones. “please, daddy, need you.”

“sweet girl,” a kiss to your forehead, incongruous with the speeding up of his right hand. “grind on me too, if you like, princess; can't neglect that pretty little pussy, can we?”

“thank you, daddy,” you gasp out, rocking your hips back and forth. the friction on your clit combined with the fullness in your ass is heavenly, sending sparks right through your body. “fuck, that's so good.”

matty hisses when you catch the tip of his cock with your clit - he smiles, though, when your eyes widen. “feels fucking amazing, doesn't it, princess?”

“yeah,” you moan into your boyfriend's mouth, sinking your teeth into his lower lip when the pleasure in your body increases. a wave of boldness follows it, and you pull back so just your foreheads touch. through it all, you don't stop grinding, and matty doesn't stop fingering. “can i try taking another finger?”

“princess wants daddy to stretch her out even further?” matty smirks, lips moving down to your neck. “if you're sure you can take it, swee-”

“i can, i can take it,” you nod furiously, almost as furiously as your hips grind down onto your boyfriend. “if it's too much, i'll tell you. i promise.”

matty takes his time replying, in favour of sucking another bruise on your neck - you don't need to look to know it’ll form a heart with the one from earlier. “alright.”

he pulls his middle finger out further than he ever has, until only the hint of his fingertip is still inside you; when he slides it back in, his ring finger is flush against it. there's less resistance than there was when matty first fingered you, but you still feel the stretch of the extra digit.

you fucking love it.

“oh, yes,” you smile slightly dazedly at your boyfriend, who returns the expression eagerly. “thank you, daddy.”

“pleasure’s all mine, princess. now,” matty's face turns slightly more serious. he puts his free hand on your cheek. “i want you to cum for me. will you do that for me, my perfect girl?”

the ecstasy beginning to seriously cloud your brain suggests that that won't be a difficult task at all. you nod, turning your head to kiss matty's palm. “yeah. just… please don't stop.”

“i won't, darling. don't stop grinding on me, either, yeah? use me to make yourself feel good. s'all for you, all about you, gorgeous.”

the praise makes you preen, makes your hips speed up, makes matty move his hand faster and tip his head back as you slide along his dick. “like that?”

“just like that, fuck,” matty's eyes close. “if you keep that up, princess, i'll cum too.”

that's all the motivation you need - you move your hips even faster, eliciting a cracked groan from your boyfriend's throat. he looks at you softly, and giggles. “you're such a fucking sub, baby, it's so cute. getting daddy off just gets you off, doesn't it? my good girl, my favourite girl.”

his words shoot straight to your cunt, to the bundle of nerves already stimulated to the point of climax; the telltale tightening in your stomach signifies you're almost there. you seem to be tightening elsewhere, too, as evidenced by matty's “christ, i can't wait to fuck you here”.

your head drops onto his shoulder, his left hand coming up to hold you there while your hips thrash - there's no other word for it - in pursuit of your imminent orgasm. “please.”

whether you're begging for him to fuck you or to let you cum, you've no idea. neither does matty, but he addresses both things, cooing into your hair while his fingers refuse to let up on you. “cum for me first, sweetheart, need you to cum before i can fuck you. keep those hips moving for me, that's it, my perfect girl, cum all over me.”

you couldn't deny his request even if you wanted to. the orgasm hits you like a freight train, dragging a cry from your throat and sending your limbs into convulsions. somewhere in the midst of it all, matty pulls his fingers out of you so he can wrap both arms around your waist, holding you tight and cooing praises into your ear while you come down from the high.

“i've got you, darling, you're alright,” matty murmurs, tracing soothing patterns on your spine. “i know, it was intense. but you were so good, so fucking perfect for me. have a rest for a bit, sweet girl, that's it.”

he kisses your hair while you come to; as your breathing and limbs begin to settle, though, so does a shocking realisation. “wait, matty, you didn't cum! shit - let me…”

“no, no, sweetheart, listen to me,” matty says, firm without being aggressive, coaxing your head up so he can look at you. “like i said, this is all about you. and i've got an idea, if you feel up to it.”

you raise a brow. “what?”

“well,” matty begins, smiling softly. “i think you're probably relaxed enough after your orgasm for us to try out your new accessory, yeah?”

oh. another rush of heat finds its way between your legs at the thought. you nod, slowly, smiling excitedly at your boyfriend. “i like the sound of that.”

“really? because we can wait if you need to, of course, darling, i just think that it'll be less uncomfortable now and-”

“matty,” you stroke his hair, relishing the way his eyes close contentedly. “green.”

he pauses and smiles, looking at you lovingly. “alright. hands and knees then, please, princess. actually, before you do,” he grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a searing kiss. “couldn't help myself.”

you giggle. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” another kiss, then a gentle slap to your bum. “right, face the mirror for me, babe.”

you do as requested, shuffling onto your hands and knees facing the end of the bed. the sight of your reflection in the mirror startles you slightly - not from how fucked-out you look, because that's a common sight in this particular mirror, but because of the clear happiness radiating from you. what can you say, though? you just really love matty, and how good he makes you feel.

and the way he looks at you, like he's doing now; his bottom lip is between his teeth, lust evident in his reflected eyes even from a few feet away, chest heaving slightly with his heavy breathing as he looks at you, all bare and ready for the taking.

as he should. you look fucking delectable.

matty seems to think that, too - before you can even say anything, he ducks out of sight behind you, and half a second later you feel his flat tongue catching the arousal dripping from your still-sensitive cunt, and dipping inside to the hilt.

you squeal at the feeling, a mixture of shock and pleasure. “matty!”

“sorry, sweetheart,” your boyfriend pops back up into your line of vision, catching your eye and winking as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “couldn't resist.”

“s'ok. i liked it,” you smile back at him in the mirror. “but i don't think i can wait any longer for the plug, honestly. m'sorry. i don't mean to be impatient,” you go for the jugular with your next sentence. “just need you to fill up my little hole again, daddy.”

“right, you need to rein in saying stuff like that, princess,” matty groans as he unboxes the plug; the silver jewel on the end glints in the lamplight in the loveliest way. “i'm hard enough as it is.”

“i can see that,” you hum in appreciation, while your boyfriend busies himself with lubing up both you and the plug; you wince at the coolness of the liquid on your warm body.

matty notices. “sorry, sweetheart. here, let me just,” he takes the plug and clasps his palms tightly around the metal for a moment. “there. slightly warmer, i think.”

“thank you.”

“not a problem, sweetheart. now,” matty shuffles into position behind you, excitement practically radiating off him. “are you ready?”

you nod, elated anticipation coursing through your veins.

“words, princess.”

“sorry,” you clear your throat, smiling - and blushing - at matty through the mirror. “yes, daddy, i'm ready for you to put the plug inside me.”

“fuck, that's so sexy,” matty groans. he winks at you. “eyes on the mirror, sweetheart. i want you to watch yourself taking it.”

“ok,” you murmur, eyes already locked on your own reflection.

matty kisses your shoulder, then leans back. you feel cool metal on your skin, and your lips part at the sensation; they slowly drop into an O, matching pace with the plug as your boyfriend slowly works it inside your ass.

your gaze flicks up to matty's face, contorted into a stunning expression of concentration, desire, disbelief. the middle emotion wins out on both of your faces as you feel the jewelled base of the plug meet your skin; you feel so deliciously full, even more so than you did with matty's fingers, and the most turned-on you think you've ever been.

fuck, this was a great idea.

your boyfriend agrees - it's obvious from the way he can't tear his eyes off your bum, emphasised by his murmured words. “sweetheart… you are, without question, the sexiest thing i have ever, ever seen. christ. how do you feel, princess? talk to me, please.”

“feel amazing,” you all but whimper in return. “so fucking turned on, daddy.”

“i can see that, princess,” matty ghosts his thumb up your folds, catching your wetness and circling it around the jewel adorning your other hole. “fuck, i'm never going to get over this sight. my perfect girl, sparkling for me.”

you giggle at the compliment, moving onto your elbows to stretch; when you go back to resting on your hands, you inadvertently shuffle back slightly too much and brush against your boyfriend's dick. before you can apologise, though, his hands are on your hips, pulling you flush against him and grinding into you with a “feel what you're doing to me, darling. feel how much i want you right now.”

“then take me, daddy,” you whine, spreading your legs slightly wider. “you let me use you. i want you to do the same.”

“yeah? you want both holes filled at the same time, princess? fuck, you're so needy for me, aren't you?”

“mhmm. need you inside me, too, daddy,” you meet his gaze in the mirror again. “please?”

your favourite phrase: “whatever my favourite girl wants.”

as soon as he's choked the words out, matty slides home into your waiting cunt, gasping at the feeling. “oh, baby, you really weren't kidding about being wet, jesus christ. and i can feel the plug, shit. how you feeling, princess? colour?”

“yellow. i'm fine, i'm good, really fucking good,” you wave away matty's worries before he can even express them. “just… so full. need a second.”

“of course, my love,” matty rubs little circles into your hips to relax you, staying as still as he can to allow you to adjust to the double penetration. “so fucking grateful for you - always am, but especially now. taking everything i give you so perfectly, my perfect girl. let me know when you're ready, yeah? we'll take as long as you need.”

“thank you, daddy.”

“it's alright, princess.”

you smile at your boyfriend’s reflection - it's eagerly returned - and continue taking deep breaths, trying to get used to the overwhelming feeling of being filled in both holes. after eight breaths, the strangeness begins to subside, and you feel yourself aching for friction, somewhere, anywhere.

“daddy? m'green again,” you murmur, looking wide-eyed at matty. “want you to fuck me now, please.”

“positive?”

“yes.”

“right, then,” matty nods, pulling his hips back and thrusting into you again - not particularly quickly or forcefully, but just enough that you really feel it. his eyes snap shut in pleasure. “oh, princess, i don't think i'm going to last very long. you just feel too - fucking - good.”

his words are timed with his thrusts, which speed up slightly as per your moaned requests. “s'ok, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling back into your head with one especially good move. “want you to cum for me, anyway.”

“you first,” comes the cheeky reply.

a huff of a laugh leaves your body at that, but you don't think matty's request is an unfeasible one - you're still sensitive from your previous orgasm, he's fucking you within an inch of your life, and - to top it all off - you have the plug in your ass, providing even more stimulation than usual.

put simply, this is the best sex you've ever had.

matty smiles when you tell him as much. “me too, princess. feel like i'm fucking dreaming.”

“yeah…” you sigh, pleasure beginning to gather and grow within your stomach again, increasing bit by bit with every one of your boyfriend's thrusts. “shit, i'm getting close. can i cum, please, daddy?”

matty's grasp on your hips tightens - so do your holes - and he speeds up his movements even more. “do it, princess, whenever you need to. cum for me, all over me, make me yours. be a good girl and cum on my dick, please.”

it's the plea that gets you.

not the plug in your ass, not the thorough fucking, not even the dirty talk and the pet names and the praise. it's matty begging you to cum that shatters the epicurean bundle in your stomach, sending ecstasy careening through your nervous system and bloodstream, and liquid arousal gushing out of you and onto both matty and the bed.

“fuck!” matty practically wails, thrusts simultaneously speeding up and stuttering as he too reaches his climax. “fuck, princess, m'gonna cum, gonna fucking cum. where d'you-”

“inside,” you choke out, fingers clasping at the bedsheets as the aftershocks of orgasm hit you. “fill me up, daddy, please.”

“yeah, yeah, gonna fucking fill you up, fill that little pussy with my cum,” matty mutters to nobody in particular, teetering on the edge of orgasm. “made to fucking take it, take me, weren't you- oh, fuck, princess.”

with that, he's finished, hips flush against yours yet again as he pulses heat into you. aside from your respective panting, the obscenely wet sound of matty pulling out of your cunt is the only thing audible; your limbs give way as soon as he's disconnected, body flopping to the mattress in sheer - but elated - exhaustion.

matty sits back on his knees for a minute or two (really, neither of you have any real concept of time at the moment), looking lovingly down at you and stroking your hair. “you alright, sweetheart?”

“mhmm,” comes the faint reply. “sleepy.”

“same here, babe,” matty laughs breathily. “fucking loved that, though.”

you nod, with great effort. “was so good. thank you. need to sleep now.”

“whoa, whoa, hang on,” matty scrambles off the bed as quickly as he can. “let me get stuff to clean you up first, darling.”

you hum in acknowledgement as he speeds off to the bathroom, too tired to properly notice he's gone; you perk up when he returns and gently starts twisting the plug to get it out of you. “this is definitely going to feel weird, sweetheart, but we need to take the plug out now, yeah? s'too much for you if we leave it in, i think. you good with that?”

“yeah, s'smart,” you wince at the sensation of the metal leaving your body, but it passes as quickly as it came on. “so,” you tilt your head to look at matty in the mirror. “how does it look?”

your boyfriend laughs, in what seems like slight shock. “looks so fucking hot, babe. especially with the cum dripping out of your pussy, too - christ, i really did a number on you today, didn't i?”

“i liked it.”

“i know, sweetheart,” matty coos, gently wiping your cunt with a damp washcloth. “took me so fucking well. can't quite believe we just did that, to be honest. thank you. i love you, so much.”

“i love you,” you use the last of your energy to roll over and beckon your boyfriend to you for a kiss; he enthusiastically obliges. “can't wait until we get to do that again.”

“neither can i, sweetheart, but first… another brew?”

“please.”

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So I have shigaraki brainrot. So bad LOL. And I'm a huge fucking simp so I would like to say some things about my (our) mans. Before I do tho y'all should know that my therapist made my love for shigaraki so much worse because I very briefly talked about him while we were talking about coping mechanisms for PTSD flashbacks (long story LOL)

ANYWAYS-

I know he's just a character, but this is Tumblr and if I wanna babble about nonsense then I think this is the place.

I want to talk first about how it still rubs me the wrong way sometimes when people make fun of his skin and "crusty-ness". I think a lot of people forget he has a skin disorder (excoriation disorder). Before AFO his mom put (what looked like to me) prescribed ointment and medications for his itching.

I mention this because so many people act like he just... looks like that because of bad hygiene or something?? And it's not. He has a medical condition that he can't properly take care of because he doesn't *exactly* have the resources for that.

Speaking of hygiene, I see lots of people say that he probably smells (even in headcanons for fics), and while he probably doesn't have an entire hygeine routine, I'm sure he at least bathes because his hair is??? So fluffy?? LOL. Because I've had hair his length before (in the beginning of the manga/anime), and let me tell you, unless he's just that perfect (I mean he is, but not my point), he would have to wash at least semi frequently to keep his hair from getting oily and flat. And that man has FLUFF.

LIKE??!

AND??

His hair has a mind of it's own.

It does get flat/oily in later seasons, but he's outside a lot and most likely doesn't have anywhere to shower like he probably did in the beginning seasons.

My brother actually has issues with dry and itchy skin as well and one of the most common things he does to relieve the itch is to shower and moisturize, but no amount of proper hygiene is going to fix shigaraki's scarring.

I will admit I havent finished the recent seasons or am up to date with the manga, but I still stand by what I said. I feel like y'all are too harsh on this man's looks (especially before the "glow up"). Again, I know he's fictional, I just wanted to write about it because I'm bored and don't have much better to do lol. He's been my favorite character since highschool and I'm 21 now:'). I think I will defend him until I die tbh lol.

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[glitch-karma]

Hi there! If requests are still opened, i'd love to make one :o (although it's a bit lengthy, so if you don't want to do it I understand!!)

TW for s**cide mentions from here forward btw! (common with any dazai fic, lolz)

I'd love to request a dazai x reader (fem or gn will work!) where he asks reader to commit double suicide with him, and to literally everyone's shock, they agree! So the agency (mainly kunikida and atsushi) have to repeatedly sabatoge their attempts, and during that time, the two start to get to know eachother better and grow closer whilst they aren't plotting their own demises. Eventually dazai starts to fall for them, but one day reader tries to attempt on their own life solo due to being unable to handle the pains and pressures of life anymore. Ofc they were rescued just in time, but it made him realize that he wants to see reader safe and happy, and that he had finally found his reason to live through his love for them. Extra points if he confesses his love at some point and reader accepts!!

Sorry if this was rant-y, i'm a huge sucker for angst to comfort :P either way tho, i hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night!

THIS RIGHT HERE IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY OH MY!!!!

-F!Y/n

-Y/n is a new worker at the Cafe under the ADA

-MAJOR SUICIDE WARNING!! (Including but not limited to: Blood, pills, self-harm, etc..) I am a sucker for graphic detail so you have been warned

-Also warning for puke

-Reader is kinda based off of Mafuyu from Project Sekai cause I said so (Btw pjsk simps gonna open up reqs for them when they become open again‼️)

-also reader has dull eyes cause anime logic

I did probably a concerning amount of research on suicide, (Plus looked for so long for Dazai's stupid lil book) for this so I hope you enjoy!

_____

Break time at the Armed detective agency usually means having some coffee at their favorite cafe. As the group sat down Dazai was glancing around when his eyes caught the sight of the new waitress waiting next to a barista Dazai frequently flirted with. The girl had semi-messy h/c colored hair, her eyes a dull e/c. Her features framed her face so beautifully. Dazai's mouth curled into a smirk as he stared at her. Kunikida caught wind and immediately irked. "Dazai.."

As the waitress approached the table, Dazai read the name stage reading "Y/n". He smiled as she stopped at their table. Before she could get a word out Dazai grabbed her hand in his. "Such soft hands.. And beautiful eyes as well. Would you, Belladona, do me the honors of accompanying me to a double suicide?"

WHACK

Dazai was now lying on the floor, as Kunikida brushed himself off. "I'm so sorry Ma'am, he's always like this-" Atsushi apologized as Y/n leaned down to the man on the floor. "I'd gladly join a double suicide." She smiled down at him.

. . .

"WHAT!?!"

"Really!?!" Dazai yelled as he stood up, grabbing Y/n's hand again. Y/n chuckled as she nodded at him. "I get off at 6. You work in this building correct? I'll meet you on the roof." "Yes yes, that sounds wonderful~!"

Everyone at the table stared shell-shocked as Y/n takes their order normally like nothing just happened. As dazai kicked his legs in his own little world, Kunikida Atsushi and Junichiro all stared at each other in concern. Kunikida pulled them behind a menu quickly.

"As much as I'd love to let that dimwitt meet his end, we need him and that girl to stay alive. It isn't right letting a young lady with so much life in her die with that blasted Dazai." Kunikida sighed. Atsushi and Junichiro nodded in sync.

"Once Dazai leaves to meet her we should follow them," Atsushi whispered. Junichiro hummed in agreement. "It's decided then." Junichiro finished. The three quickly separated from the menu as Y/n walked over and set down their drinks. As she walked away dazai starstruck-ingly called out; "See you tonight Madameeee~". Y/n peeked over her shoulder, smiling at him. Dazai felt his heart flutter a bit at those beautifully dull eyes.. They seemed to draw him in for more.

...

As Dazai whipped open the doors to the building roof, he caught sight of the lady ready to accompany him with his final dance. Her hair was gently blowing in the warm Yokohama breeze as she stared off into the sky. What was she looking at? Dazai didn't know. But her eyes looked so sickeningly dull in that moment. But still, so beautiful..

"I'm pleasantly surprised to see you here! I was concerned you agreed simply to make me leave you alone." The dark-eyed man said, leaning next to her. "I'd never joke about suicide. Such a beautiful ending to a sick existence." Y/n spoke lowly. In the cafe, she had a sort of customer voice, but there was no trace of it here. Dazai smirked a bit at this.

"I should let you know now, I'm not interested in pain. I don't know exactly what you're into though.." Dazai teased her. "Pain is not something I'm looking for either. Just a quick ending."

Dazai chuckled, quickly whipping out his little red book. "Suffocation, Hanging, Poisoning, Shooting, Jumping," He read off as Y/n stared at him. Only blinking in response. "All the ideas you could storm up are right here in this very book."

"Ah! What a glorious book,, if I wasn't planning on dying I'd buy a copy.." Y/n smiled lightly. "But.." she continued, grabbing the book and shutting it quickly. "I'd like to try jumping first."

With a quick grab of Dazai's shirt, the two were suddenly falling off the roof of the building. Y/n shut her eyes, waiting for the end of it all.

Poof.

The two landed on a bunch of garbage bags stacked up on each other. Y/n quickly sat up in disappointment as Dazai lay on the ground is fear and confusion. "Dang."

Dazai suddenly bursted into laughter. Y/n hummed, turning to him. "What's so funny?" Dazai wiped a tear from his eye as he sat up too. "You're the most forward suicidal girl I've ever met, my dear Y/n." He chuckled. Y/n blushed lightly before standing up.

"No matter.. We'll try again. Tomorrow. You can choose the method." She smiled at him. Dazai chuckled as he stood, lending her a hand up as he did so. "It's a date." He joked.

. .

"GAHHHH I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GONNA MAKE IT." "Oh be quiet Atsushi, my Ideals were almost perfect."

There were the secret team, two sweaty messes, and one writing vigorously in his notebook. The three had watched Dazai enter the roof before running down to prepare in case they jumped, finishing just before they did.

"This might be a long couple of days.." Junichiro said quietly.

...

Day 2

"Oiiiii! Y/n dear!" Dazai yelled as he entered the roof. "Ah, hello Dazai." the girl lightly smiled. "What will we be doing today?"

Time after time,

Day 3

"Oh, Y/n you're here late! Well? Shall we begin?"

Attempt after attempt,

Week 3

"Dazai! Hurry we'll miss the train!" "Yes yes, my dear!"

The two met almost every day.

Month 2

The two had been testing the faith of this world as they attempted suicide again and again. Slowly, Dazai started to see something he hadn't before. Something fluttered in his chest..

The way she gets so distracted, the way she turned to yell at him when he took a joke too far, the way her nose scrunched up in such a way, those eyes.. Those beautifully dull eyes.

What was this feeling in Dazai's chest?

As Dazai thought intensely at his desk the others in the office grew worried. "What's up with Dazai today?" Atsushi mumbled. "I'm not sure.. I've never seen him think this much before."

"It's so clear what his problem is." Ranpo mumbled as he sucked on a loli. Dazai's head shot up immediately. "You know what this feeling is in my chest!? Please, explain Ranpo! Have I been poisoned? Is it fatal? Will I finally die? I can't die without Y/n."

Ranpo sighed as he bit off the lollipop. "No nothing of the sort, you're simply in love with that cafe waitress."

...

"Did he really just say that in front of us all!?"

Everyone at the agency thought in shock. Dazai's eyes were wide as he stared at Ranpo. His cheeks were flushed as he pondered the idea. The great Dazai? In love?

"This feeling in my chest.." He thought in shock. "That's a heart by the way," Ranpo smirked at the flustered Dazai. Dazai looked down for a moment, before springing up. He slammed his fist down loudly."This is..."

"Truly wonderful!!"

Dazai yelled as he pranced around the office. The majority of the group stared in dismay as he did so. "Ah, how perfect! I'm in love with the person I plan to meet my end with! We can plan a lovelier more passionate suicide now! How beautiful!"

"I should go confess right away! We can begin planning for our end together!" Dazai screamed with giddy as he threw his jacket on quickly. Ranpo's eyes scrunched together lightly as he thought. "You should go quickly, Dazai." He said as Dazai flung open the door.

"Will do!" Dazai yelled, running down the stairs to the cafe. As he opened the doors, he inhaled the lovely aroma of coffee before calling out. "Y/n my dear! I need to tell you something import-"

To Dazai's dismay, Y/n was nowhere to be seen in the cafe. He blinked a few times before walking towards one of the other workers. "Is Y/n here?" He asked with a hand covering his face.

"Ah, I'm sorry Dazai she didn't come in for her shift this morning.." The barista explained. Dazai's head popped up in surprise. "Uh, really?"

"Mhm, She didn't call in either. It's unlike her. She usually at least gives a call if she's gonna be late." The girl explained. Dazai's eyes furrowed as he thought.

"You should go quickly, Dazai."

Dazai's eyes shot open as he stared at the ground for a moment. "No.."

"Uh, Dazai?" The barista asked him. Dazai turned quickly, running out of the cafe in a hurry. His breath grew ragged as he ran quickly. He stopped in front of a familiar apartment complex to breathe. He then quickly ran in, ignoring the calls from a front desk worker. He sprinted and sprinted as he burst into Y/n's bedroom. "Y/n!" He screamed.

His eyes quickly scanned the room, finding it neatly tidied instead of the mess it was when he first visited her here. He then noticed the bathroom door shut tightly, while steam lightly flowed out of it. He ran to the door, trying the handle only to find it locked.

"Y/n!" He yelled, banging on the door. No answer. Dazai backed up quickly, before slamming his shoulder into the door, causing it to fly off its hinges. He looked up from the floor, seeing the sight he wanted to stop.

(Last major TW before we continue.)

Y/n laid in the bathtub fully clothed. The water from the faucet flowed continually, causing the room to fill with steam. A bottle of some unmarked pills laid on the bathroom floor, followed by a knife of which she'd used to make her wrist bleed. The fresh red liquid had been used to fill a small vile next to her.

Dazai quickly stood up, stopping the water before reaching his hands into the hot water. He wrapped his arms around Y/n's figure, lifting her up into his arms before placing her on the floor gently. He quickly ran to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a cotton swab and a roll of bandages.

He ran back to her fast, checking her pulse before sticking the cotton swab deep into her throat repeatedly until a steady stream of fresh puke left her lips. He pulled her into his arms as she came to, putting pressure on her wrist. Y/n's head felt fuzzy as she looked up at him. "Dazai.."

"Ah, you're conscious. Please stay awake, and don't move too much." Dazai whispered lowly. Y/n's head fog cleared as she came to. Realizing she'd been saved.

"No.." She mumbled as hot tears began to form. She suddenly became enraged. "Why you of all people.." "Y/n?"

"I thought you understood.. I just want to disappear from this world. Don't you get it?"

"I want to save you. I want to live with you, even if it's only for a bit before we depart together. There's still so much I don't know about you. Y/n, I-"

"Stop it!!" Y/n screamed, kicking Dazai away. "Don't you dare say it! What can you do? You may save me for a bit, you may make me feel happy for a short while, but then what!? One day it won't work anymore! And I'll want to die again!"

She was shouting.

"That's why this is all too much! Just let me have a clean death alone! You're so selfish for even coming here and spouting that bull shit!"

Without even realizing it, Y/n was shouting.

"I'm tired..! I'm so tired of thinking there's hope! Tired of waiting, finding something close, then watching it disappear! I'll never find what I'm looking for! I'll... I'll never truly be saved! Don't you see Dazai!?"

Dazai's eyes stayed still as he watched the girl scream.

"I'm so tired.. So tired.! Don't let me despair anymore.. Just let me rot."

The silence in the room was sickening. No one dared move.

Until Dazai broke the silence by cackling. Y/n sniffled confused as she stared at him. "I just keep seeing new sides of you Y/n.. You really are sickeningly complicated." He smirked at her as he inched closer.

Dazai's lips suddenly slammed into Y/n's. The girl's eyes opened wide as she stared at him. After a few seconds, dazai pulled away, a small string of saliva trailing behind. He licked his lips lightly before speaking:

"You called me selfish for saving you.." Dazai spoke before leaning close to Y/n's ear. "But I'm an incredibly greedy man my dear.."

Y/n's face flushed more as Dazai grabbed her wrist, wrapping her wound up tightly. "Even if it takes me saving you a thousand times, I'll do it all over again. So we can have the perfect suicide together."

Y/n breathes in shakily as Dazai kisses her hand gently.

"So, let's try this again. Y/n, my dear. I'm in love with you. Will you join me, in living and dying in this life?"

Dazai's words brought more tears into Y/n's eyes as she nodded lightly.

"Yes."

-Fin-

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[chxrrylime]

if you’re still looking for requests could i please ask for smutshot of price w power bottom m!reader and price being a subby hubby just an absolute simp for reader like the kind of simping that he’d kneel before him if asked, he worships the ground his husband walks upon and obviously worships his body during the dirty, please just.. i’ve got a thing for big, strong and capable men kneeling at the feet of their partner, it’s a dynamic that got me by the fucking throat— thank 🫶

This got out of control honestly... it's kind of sad so I apologize for that. Hope you enjoy either way!

Price x M!Reader ↪ 1844 words — 18+ / SMUT & ANGST.

Content tags — cis male power bottom (combat medic) reader, cis male service top/dominant Price, unsafe sex, referenced/implied Ghost x Soap, crying, hospitals, description of injuries, referenced/implied character death, established relationship, penetrative sex, anal sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs, semi-public sex, tantric sex, body worship, probably inaccurate medical stuff. 

Soap’s stuck in the infirmary. Unconscious half the time and miserable. Fucking sepsis, blood poisoning, from toxic shock—some gas he inhaled too much of when his mask got shattered in CQC. Idiot didn’t remember the wet cloth advice you’d given him, obviously. You have nurses on shifts giving him blood transfusions every hour on the dot. The bloody bastard hates needles.

Ghost won’t leave his side—not since you told him the mortality rate for sepsis is anywhere from 30% to 50%. You had to pull the shrapnel from his leg and ribs while he sat in the bedside chair, hand twitching on the bed like he was keeping himself from grabbing for Johnny.

Gaz is the most well off. Just a nasty concussion from having his shit rocked by a juggernaut, though you still had to sit and check him over for wounds with how he was caked in mud and still high on adrenaline. He was more than happy to go take a hot shower and collapse into a medical bed (softer than the quarter’s beds) to let the nurses watch over him.

Price hasn’t spoken to you outside of barking orders since he pulled Soap heaving and choking out of the helo, Gaz barely supporting Ghost’s limping weight behind him. Since then you’ve caught glimpses of him moving around the infirmary like a shadow, watching over his team but never sticking around long once you catch his eye. 

He had a gash on his forehead leaking blood into his eye when he got off that helicopter. It was stitched up by the time you saw him again. You could tell from the shoddy craftsmanship that he did it himself, probably in one of the bathroom mirrors.

You gently swipe your thumb over it now, as he stands in front of you, looming ever so slightly. He winces at the sting, but doesn’t move away. You’re frowning, staring at the scar, and he won’t stop looking at you.

“I wouldn’t have changed your orders,” he says, voice firm.

“John—” you huff out, eyes rolling.

“Not for any of them.”

He’d made you stay. For the first time since you’d join the task force as the combat medic, he’d made you sit this mission out. Because it was too dangerous he’d said. Well, that was the bloody point, wasn’t it? If you’d been there you could’ve treated the sepsis earlier, reduced the severity, or you could’ve patched Ghost up properly so he wouldn’t have lost so much fucking blood, half-dazed as he was in that chair. Christ, you could've at least have given Gaz some ibuprofen, the poor fuck.

But Price made you stay.

“You would’ve been killed,” Price says, sounding almost offended as you glare at him.

“I would’ve been hurt, like them, but they’d be better off. That’s my job, Captain.”

The vitriol behind the title has Price caught off guard. You only ever call him by rank in private moments like this lightheartedly. 

“You almost got Johnny killed,” you whisper, and Price’s eyes squeeze close for a mere moment. When he opens them again he’s not looking at you anymore. He takes your hands in his and stares at them instead.

“I don’t want to argue,” he says, sounding so soft. So defeated. 

You don’t need an apology, or an admittance. You know that tone is as good as it gets with him, pride wounded as it is. Heart too. He knows he made a bad call, and yet you know he still wouldn’t have changed it. Not if it met sacrificing you.

“Hey,” you murmur, cupping his cheek to get him to look back up at you. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a short moment, searching. You don’t find anything other than blue. His eyes flutter shut and he leans in to kiss you. So, so soft. Chaste, almost, and slow. 

You know what he needs. What you both need.

You move your hand from his cheek to his short hair, petting him lovingly, encouragingly. He trails gentle kisses to the corner of your lips, your cheek and jawline, down to your throat and shoulder.

"Kneel," you whisper.

He lowers slowly with a low groan, knees resting carefully on the fatigue mat beneath you, looking like he’s about to pray. His head is level with your stomach, and he buries his face against the softness there. Both your hands comb gently through his hair now, nails scratching at his scalp, his noise of contentment so deep and rumbly like a purr.

His thick arms move from wrapped around your waist, loosening so he can glide his big hands up and down your legs, spreading wide over your thighs and squeezing before he leans back enough to unbutton your fatigue pants and zip them down.

He lowers to nuzzle against your bulge, pressing kisses through your boxers until he can feel you half hard and twitching beneath his lips. Your soft, rattling breaths above him make him content, humming and sending soft vibrations through your crotch. 

You lean back against the desk behind you, ass perched on the edge of it. You fumble through the drawers as he frees your cock and takes into his hot, wet mouth with another hum. You moan, fingers wrapping around a half-empty tube of lube that you set into his waiting hand.

He so slowly bobs up and down your prick, eyes caught between staring up at you half-lidded and fluttering shut in focus. He doesn’t even have his hands on you, both of them working open the lube with a click before squirting some onto his fingers. You push your pants further down your legs, careful not to jostle him, allowing him the access he works towards.

His thick fingers tease between your cheeks and against your hole. He stops moving his head, just acting as a gentle suction as he works the first slick digit into you. You moan softly, aware you’re still both in the infirmary—in your office, sure, but it’s thin glass and drawn blinds separating you from your nursing staff.

He pulls off of you completely, the cold air of the room causing you to gasp as his saliva rapidly cools around your cock. He sucks kisses into the fat of your thighs, nuzzling his furry cheek against you like an affectionate cat whenever he gets the chance. 

He slips a second finger into you, the angle too awkward for him to focus on your prostate, but pleasurable nonetheless, the feeling of being filled. The stretch feels good, grounds you like your groans do to him. Remind him he’s alive after the day he’s had, that he’s living and breathing and you’re still a warm body waiting for him to come home.

“Where do you want me?” you ask lowly, getting impatient. You can feel his smile against your thigh before he looks up at you, scans the office a bit before slipping his fingers free.

You let out a soft breath at the emptiness as he stands, his hands, one still slick, resting on your hips as he kisses you slow and deep, tongue licking into your mouth to explore. You moan around him, sucking on the intruding muscle. 

He helps you to kick the rest of your pants off before lifting you ever so slightly further onto the desk, and you don’t miss the way he winces. You break the kiss, eyeing him warily.

“Don’t—” he starts.

“Take your shirt off,” you cut him off, already pulling on the hem. He sighs, raising his arms with a grunt so you can slip it off and over his head.

He’s got bandages wrapped around his upper chest, looping over his shoulder. The center of the cloth is stained a light pink from what blood still waits to clot. You let a breath out through your nose, hands so gently skating over the covered plains of his chest.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he rumbles, pressing closer, picking your legs up to wrap them around his wide waist as your crotches grind slowly against each other. You are worried, but the blood doesn’t leave the south. 

“Who fixed you?” You ask, and Price sighs again.

“Love—”

“Who?”

“Monroe, I think.”

You nod approvingly. You trust Monroe, he knows what he’s doing. There’s no point in arguing, not when Price is pulling his cock free, hanging heavy, blood flow not enough to keep it tall and proud like usual. He strokes himself a few times with his lubed hand, pressing the tip to your pucker and rubbing as he kisses you again. 

You want to cry, want to pull him close and never let him leave again. You want to tie yourself to him so he can’t go without you again. You wish you outranked him or, something, something. You know it’s too much for you to ask for him to be safe, but you wish he’d let you be there to keep him safe. That’s your entire goddamn job.

He can feel how tense you’re getting, hole resisting against him trying to slide in, your arms tight around his neck. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and realizes at the taste of bitter salt that you’re crying. 

“Breathe for me, love,” he swipes his thumb across your cheek and trails soft kisses along your neck.

You do so, and he slips into you on the exhale, making you moan and cling tighter to him. 

“You’re okay,” he murmurs, holding you close to him as he slowly rocks his hips, making you whimper, “I love you,” he says, and you sob.

“Love you—love you,” you say back, rambling, rocking your hips down onto his cock as he slowly takes you apart. Neither of you are going to last long, not with how pent up you both are, and the heartstring vibrating between you two—deep, deep connection.

"Harder," you growl, and he complies with only the slightest hesitation, hips slamming into you.

You pant against each other’s mouths, breathing each other’s air. He smells like smoke and lavender and whiskey and a fire in the summer and it feels like coming home. 

His big hand wraps around your dick, pumping you in time with his thrusts. It doesn’t take long for him to get you there, his thick cock grinding so perfectly against your prostate. You cum, wet hot splatters onto his stomach and dribbles down his fist. 

You clench so tight around him, flexing in waves around his cock. He groans so loud as he cums, grabbing the back of your head to pull you into a heated kiss, desperate and heavy as he fills you up, makes your insides all warm and sticky.

You whimper against his mouth, the two of you breaking free for air, catching your breaths. His head is on your shoulder and you try not to think about how his shoulders are shaking as you pet through his hair, the two of you still connected.

You’ll both be okay.

#modern warefare 2 #modern warfare #captain john price #captain price #price x reader #price x male reader #smut #mine

[cricket-reader]

I’ve Got a Secret I

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Paring: James Buchanan Barnes x OFC (Miranda)

Summary: A fight brings both of them to go separate ways. That is, until Natasha clears the air.

(Warnings have spoilers)

Warnings: Language, Past Abuse, PTSD, Pregnancy, Infidelity?, SA, Angst, Fluff, Pet Names (doll, baby, sweetheart), Miscommunication, Past (Forced) Abortions, Past Kidnapping, Brief Mention of Self-Harm, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanism?, Tears—Lots of Them

Read part 2 here

Word Count: 2,471

“What’s on your mind, doll?” Bucky questions, seeing his girlfriend on the brink of tears.

“I-I just- I can’t,” she sobs. The sound makes his heart clench.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want you to leave me,” she mumbles, hiding her face with her hands.

“Hey, woah, woah, woah, I’m not leaving you, doll. What makes you think that?”

“Nat said–she said I should tell you, but I- I can’t. You’ll-“ she cuts herself off, crying.

“Hey, you’re not making any sense, you can tell me anything, sweetheart. You know that,” he coos, trying to gently reassure her without getting in her personal space. He knows when she’s upset like this that she doesn’t like physical affection.

“No, I can’t. You-you’re gonna make me–I don’t wanna. Not again–not again—please not again–“

“You’re not making any sense, Miranda,” he frantically informs her, wanting to do anything to make her happy again.

“Your gonna make me–“ she sniffles.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, okay? I promise”

She turns away from him. “But- you’ll- you’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Andie.” It’s the truth. She could run him over with a semi and he’d thank her. Sam always made fun of him because he was so “whipped” and was such a “simp”—whatever that means.

“No, don’t say that,” she bites out, angry for an unknown reason.

“What’s going on? You’re scaring me. I promise I’m with ya till the end of the line, remember?”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she protectively crosses her arms around her torso.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky questions, looking genuinely hurt at even the idea that he would be able to leave such a perfect girl.

“You’re gonna leave me—or- or force me to… I won’t let you!”

“Woah, hey, we’ve been over this, Andie. I’ll never force you to do anything, yeah?”

“Then you’ll leave me because- because….”

“Because of what,” he pauses, waiting for her to respond. She is shaking, trembling for reasons unknown, and all he wants to do is fix it.

After not receiving an answer he pleadingly calls out, “baby?”

Her eyes grow wide in terror and she backs up. “No. No!” How does he know? He can’t possibly know. He’s going to-

“What? What’s wrong? Did I do something? I’m sorry, Andie. I-I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Don’t make me… please!”

His heart breaks, seeing the pleading puppy dog eyes his girl is giving him. What he would do to get rid of all her fears.

“Just tell me, I need to know.”

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers, curling in on herself as if preparing for a blow.

Bucky’s heart stops and he staggers back. His mind is reeling as he looks her body over.

Impossible.

They’ve never had sex. Hell, she wouldn’t even sleep in the same room as him. How did she—no. No. He doesn’t want to know. Tears form in his eyes with the assumption that he is the problem. She’s probably too scared of him to let him—to let them—to…

He can’t even think of it. Does she think he’d be rough and not take her needs into consideration? Does she think he would hurt her? Is she scared of him?

No doubt she’s scared of him. Just seeing the way she cowers away from him tells him everything he needs. His heart shatters as he moves away from her. He needs to give her space. She doesn’t want him around.

She looks up through her hair as he walks away. She knew it. He’s going to leave her. He has every right. He must be disgusted with her. She’s horrible.

No more cuddles on movie nights, no more soft kisses on her hairline, no more late night adventures. But most importantly, no more Bucky.

She cries. Full on sobbing at the supposed loss of her lover.

“How far along?” He all but whispers out.

She sniffs back more tears, “a month.”

Upon hearing this, his heart nearly dissolves into nothingness. How could he have been so dumb? Of course she found another to satisfy her needs. She never let him do anything, and of course he respected her boundaries. Was she really that scared of him? That she would reach out to another just to get her fix? It hurt worse than any pain he can ever remember.

“How long have you been having affairs?” He couldn’t help but ask. He wanted to know how long she was seeing someone else.

“I-it was only that one time… I had hoped-“

“Yeah? Well, clearly your hope meant nothing!”

More tears welled up in her eyes and she had to fight the urge to hurt herself right then and there because she knew that he’d hate to see—no wait. Maybe now that the secret is out he wouldn’t care. Maybe he’d even enjoy watching her slit her own wrists. She surely deserves it.

“What- why?” He defeatedly asks.

She bites her trembling lip. Her hands shake as she fiddles with them. Trying to keep the tears at bay, she doesn’t dare look at him. She can’t. She knows she’ll be greeted with his heartbroken expression or one filled with hatred—she isn’t sure she can handle either of those right now.

“I-well I… I tried, I tried really hard,” she starts off, unable to bring herself to talk about it. It was hard enough to talk to Nat about it, but her boyfriend? That just couldn’t happen.

Bucky scoffs. She tried? Tried what? Tried to keep it in her pants or some shit? He doesn’t want her damn excuses. He’s done. “Clearly you didn’t try hard enough,” he spits out before grabbing his leather jacket and leaving.

She flinches as the door slams shut. Once he’s gone, she lets herself cry out all the tears she has. Her Bucky is gone. He is no longer her’s and she is no longer his. They’re done. Forever.

Bucky shoots back another shot of the first thing he found in stark’s liquor supply. He might as well just drink from the damn bottle.

He hardly even notices Natasha slink over to join him. He’s too concentrated on the fact that his “loving” girlfriend cheated on him. Nothing can ever fucking go right. If he ever has something nice, it gets torn away from him.

“I’m guessing she told you?” Natasha questions, pouring herself some of Stark’s expensive tequila.

“Yeah,” Bucky grumbles, before grabbing a larger glass to fill.

“I’m surprised you’re not on your way to murder someone right now.”

Bucky glares at her, “you know I would never hurt her. And if she has some secret lover, she can have him. He’ll be able to treat her better anyway…”

Natasha furrows her brows. “What are you talking about?”

“How long did you know?”

“I knew since the day it happened.”

“And you didn’t think to fucking tell me?”

“It wasn’t my place,” she says cooly.

“So, what, you’re just choosing favourites? You should have told me she cheated on me!”

“What?” Natasha splutters, choking a bit on her mixed drink.

“I thought she told you the story.” Bucky finishes off the large glass of alcohol and starts pouring another. “She got knocked up with someone else’s child. She was too scared to do it with me.”

Natasha processes the information with her lips pursed and eyebrows drawn tight together.

“So, she didn’t tell you?”

“She told me all there is that I need to know,” he huffs, starting on his second large glass.

“So, you know that she was raped?”

Bucky chokes on the drink, disbelief coursing through his veins.

“She–what? No, she- wait what?”

“She was brutally raped, Barnes. By multiple men. Just like she had been as a teenager.”

An indescribable anger courses it’s way through his body like a wildfire. The flames flicker in every part of his body.

Regret instantly washes away the rage, leaving him practically gasping for air—as if the smoke from the burned out fire had infiltrated his senses.

Natasha places a hand on his shoulder to ground him back to the situation at hand. It works—just barely.

Her other hand is hacking into FRIDAY’s security system to view what exactly was said.

She analyses every bit of it. It breaks her heart, having a completely different and deeper understanding than Barnes had.

“Go to her tomorrow. You can fix it.”

“No,” Bucky protests, “I’m going to fix it right now!”

“Barnes, you will stay put.”

“You can’t expect me to let my girl suffer alone!”

“She will have me,” Natasha replies soothingly.

“No! I need to be there for her! I need to hold her and apologise until my throat gives out! God, she’ll never forgive me for this.”

Natasha takes his hands—that were frantically tugging through his hair—and tries to soothe her friend.

“You can’t, Bucky. You can’t see her like this.”

“Why not?” He questions, his voice broken beyond belief. Does Natasha really think he will hurt his girl? Maybe he still is a monster to everyone around him. He’s tried so hard to make up for his misdeeds; clearly nothing can redeem him. He is a monster. He always will be.

“Your breath smells like alcohol.”

Bucky blinks, not understanding her words. He doesn’t understand that Natasha knows fully well that he’d rather be tortured by HYDRA than ever hurt his girlfriend. He doesn’t understand that it’s not about him being emotional.

“Bucky, sit down. I need to tell you a few things about Andie. I never said anything because it wasn’t my place, but some of these things you really need to know, okay?”

Bucky nods, not able to bring himself to speak.

“She was abused as a teenager. Really bad—I know you already know that, but you don’t know the details.”

Natasha sighs before taking a sip of her drink. “Her captor used her for sex mostly. Though, he’d make her do chores and beat her every once and a while.”

The mere thought makes his stomach churn. His jaw clenches and tears form in his eyes.

“Whenever she would get pregnant, he would beat her. He would beat her, so that she would have a miscarriage because he didn’t want to deal with a baby. He liked it. That’s why he didn’t use any preventative measures. He liked seeing her sob over an unborn child that he gave to her.”

Nauseated, Bucky grips onto the chair. He can’t cry in front of Natasha. He just can’t. Natasha doesn’t even have the heart to tell him he’s breaking the chair.

“That’s–oh god… she… she thought I-“ Bucky full on sobs as he comes to the realisation. His girl thought he was going to beat her until she lost the child. She thought he would hurt her for being raped. How could things have gone this wrong?

She thought he was going to force her to get rid of the child. That’s why she had been so hesitant to tell him. Because she was looking after the baby’s safety.

After having his heart shattered into a billion tiny pieces, he downs the rest of his drink. Unfortunately, it had no effect on him. He no longer could drown out his sorrows and grief. Nothing worked. Not unless Thor was around for a visit—which he wasn’t.

Bucky waited up all night. He couldn’t sleep. Not with her on his mind. He knew she had Natasha, but he couldn’t help but worry. What if something happens? What if something goes wrong? What if he loses her for good?

After thinking it over a million times and breaking his own heart more times than imaginable, the sun finally comes up. He still can’t come in and wake her, but the time is closer than it had been all night.

What will he say? What can he say to make her forgive him? What can he say to bring her back to his stupid ass?

Natasha walks into the kitchen with a knowing look on her face, “go get your girl back, Barnes.”

Bucky gulps as he nods, seeing the threatening glare behind her uncaring façade.

“Andie?” Bucky calls out, cautiously as if any sudden noise would shatter her. He hears a muffled voice tell him to come in, so he does. Being as gentle as possible he lightly steps into her room. He can see the dark circles under her eyes even with the distance.

He scuffs his foot against the floor as he apologises, “I’m sorry, doll. God, I’m-I’m so so sorry. I just-I wish I could take it all b-back. I was unfair and-“

“You shouldn’t be the one apologising, Buck. I should’ve tried harder,” Andie mumbles, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

Her words are like a punch to his gut. That’s the last thing he said to her before leaving last night. The words have a whole new meaning now.

“No, no, don’t say that, please… I’m-I didn’t know… you-you have no reason to apologise. It’s not your fault.”

She shakes her head, clenching her eyes tightly. He watches the water spill from her eyes and wishes that he could just go up and wipe all her tears away.

“You were right-“

“Don’t say that, I was an idiot,” Bucky interrupts. Andie opens her mouth to protest, but decides against it.

“You know… if you came here to make me change my mind you can leave,” Andie says, interrupting the pause of silence.

“Change your mind?”

She huffs at his clueless expression, not sure if he’s being serious. “I’m keeping the baby, and you can’t take that away from me. No one can.”

Had the circumstances been different, he would’ve smiled at the determination on her face and in her tone. Her arms had instinctively wrapped around her stomach, trying to hold onto this one as long as she can.

“I would never make you get rid of it, sweetheart. We can raise it together,” he pauses, panic flickering in his eyes, “that is, if you want to, of course…”

Andie’s heart melts at his shy offer. It’s times like this when she’s reminded just how sweet and precious her boyfriend is. She doesn’t deserve such a kind man. But she will cherish him as long as he lets her.

“Of course, Sargent. I’m with you till the end of the line,” she gives him a small half-smirk.

Butterflies erupt in Bucky’s stomach and a light dusting of pink warms his face. He can’t believe he got such a perfect girlfriend. He never has and never will deserve such an incredible woman. But he will cherish her as long as she lets him.

Part 2 ->

#avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #avengers angst #avengers fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #domestic avengers #past whump #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky angst #james bucky buchanan barnes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #avengers

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Taka!! Hello!! I saw you have watched Wolf and I’m curious about your thoughts on it ?! I loved it so much tbh, cause I started watching it for Sacha but I ended up finding the plot and the rest of the characters rly compelling too :D

SKSKSK harsh cut to footage of me specifically reblogging wolf posts from your blog to coax you into my askbox as an internet version of Molina's homemade deer trap -

BUT YES HELLO oh my days it was so much fun, right? I also definitely started watching it for sacha, and - okay well, let's put all the spoilers under the cut

SKSKS so. Came for Sacha. Stayed for Sacha.......and then watched the last 30 minutes because I wanted to know the answers (SKSK BUT ALSO his...CORPSE was on the floor in all the important scenes so y'know! He was still there in spirit)

But MAN wow did sacha and iwan steal the show, right?? They were absolutely AMAZING! Absolutely killing it, made me crack up multiple times they were just...literally the best duo. And man the twist at the end of episode five just GRABBED ME because wow, I really should have seen it coming and it was the best kind of twist where it suddenly made everything Molina had been doing make sense. And like - man, I'm just in awe of Sacha's acting, yknow? The guy acted his SOCKS off in this, like right from the first episode, you know that scene where they reveal that he is. not in fact a police officer SKKSKS but it's like the spyfall reveal, right? the mask drop. only, unlike in spyfall, this isn't sudden - it's a slow ramp-up of something being very wrong with this guy, gradually becoming more and more unhinged, and Sacha just NAILED it. Absolutely phenomenal. And then the way they just added so much DEPTH to his character augh, I wanted him to get out of the whole thing SO BAD even though I knew it was super unlikely. But augh by episode 5 he was SO nervous and paranoid, and then he just spent the first half of episode 6 just.....so palpably terrified?? Augh. Love him. So sad he got stabbed in the neck rip but he made up for it by having the most incredible dialogue with molina for five episodes straight skskks (i'm still losing it over 'you're not going to shower?? ....you handled intenstines today' SKSKSKSK like. ok real talk when I first saw the trailer for wolf I immediately came up with au6, yet another campervan au, which I will probably do not much with but SKSKKS the vibes were there in the series and it was a DELIGHT)

With regards to the rest of the story, it was super interesting, right? I feel like you possibly enjoyed it slightly more than I did (I was like. semi-frequently getting extremely annoyed at the random sexual content that seemed wildly tonally dissonant 80% of the time - I was SO SALTY that Sacha's opera lipsynch of our dreams with a SWORD was intercut with. that. and then also Jack's tendency to just like. physically assault people as a method of questioning like BOY that is. that is a CRIME sir. I know you're desperate for justice but do not boyo. But that's kind of a recurring pet peeve I have with crime shows as a rule sksksk). That said though - I did REALLY love Jack, and guh the stuff with his neighbour was SO creepy (LIKE THOSE WEREN'T NIGHTMARES??? HELLO???????) and maaaaaaaaan the stuff with the donkey pitch was so messed up and creepy. It was really good though. I did feel a bit like...'eh' on the end reveal about who the Donkey Pitch murderers were - that was probably in part because Honey had just died RIP but also hmmm idk, like obviously Molina was one of them, but I feel like I kinda wanted more on who Molina actually WAS, other than just some person Lucia knew from when she was in psychiatric care? Like my running theory the whole time had been that he was actually Theo, Hugo's older brother, simply because he looked a heck of a lot like Hugo skksks and it had just been an interesting throw-away line from Hugo's dad that didn't really go anywhere. I think also the twist with Lucia rang a bit hollow to me simply because the twist with Molina had been SO satisfying because it made all these little weird things make sense and I felt like I SHOULD have known (especially after honey and matilda's scene where they talk about letting people think they're more stupid than they are), but with Lucia (at least, for me personally) it felt a bit more out of the blue. But it was good, don't get me wrong - the stuff with her, hugo and sophie made a lot of sense and maaaaaaaaan that was so dark. And then I REALLY loved the ending for Jack, like the decision to not reveal what actually happened at the donkey pitch, and him finding out that stuff about his brother and then burning the treehouse and FINALLY getting some control back over the whole thing.........BUT THEN INTERCUT WITH THE REVEAL THAT HIS BROTHER HAD BEEN ALIVE?????? LIKE????????? AHHH??? That was SO well done.

Anyway. Show good. I enjoyed. There was actually a lot of things narratively and thematically that I particularly enjoyed - like even though the two storylines felt quite disparate at times, there were so many things connecting them or echoing between them! Off the top of my head, it's things like the idea of people being in your house and doing stuff when you're asleep - like with Penderecki but also how Molina and Lucia did that too with Sophie and Hugo. And then how like, Matilda tries to break that bathroom mirror to escape, and then Jack and Lincoln are escaping in a, uh. Different way and they DO break a bathroom mirror. Stuff like that. There were definitely more than that but I can't remember them right now, but it was like....idk the way that they echoed between each other gave it an internal resonance which made it very satisfying to watch (and is actually the same technique I've tried to use in campervan part 6, which is possibly why it appealed to me so much!). I also really liked the repeated use of mirrors and mirror shots - I feel like that was trying to say something too but I haven't quite untangled it yet. But yeah! Fun times.

#taka replies #bbc wolf #praxeus-13 #lots of thoughts

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Anonymous said: Also I hc (prolly semi canon to mostly canon?) That kazutora literally had fangirls in verse for the brief time he was out of Juvie (valhalla) bc HELLO? imagine a tall, dark, handsome boy, whose also having the emo asthetic, AND HE HAS A CHECKERED PAST AND CAN FIGHT?! (in a time period where emo boys were considered hot) pulls up to YOUR school and you find out that he GOES to your school?! Lke bro prolly got confessed to at least a few times in my humble opinion.

Like how would I not simp over him. (Also to further evidence. Wakui literally said that kazutora gave of dangerous yet sexy vibes (when talking about his live action actor) nd I honestly respect it.

Also I respect Tora keeping his fangirls at a distance bc they ARE finicky (not me tho I can fix him) but also enjoying the attention bc he deserves it.

I mean, we do know those two girls thought he was cute when he went to find Takemichi so i consider it canon enough lmao. Although whether he goes or not, who knows. Theoretically he would but honestly wouldn't surprise me if he didn't either. If nothing else juvie both times made sure he got some education. I'm sure he definitely did though, even if it was just while riding on his motorcycle or at an arcade or something like that. He definitely did.

Same, I respect it. Pretty bad boy with a cool tattoo. Gotta love the bad boy vibes. Plus he was actually polite when he spoke to those asking for directions so win/win. Nevermind the history but it's not easy to get names of kids who commit crimes in Japan so that'd be all be hushed to the general public so probably wouldn't even know other than whispers

#Anonymous #honestly i count it as semi-canon & most do too #he is pretty we love it #᛭ — [OOC] angst is the game and tears are the currency

[twistedtalking]

"A Hero would sacrifice you for the world"

Stoic. Strategic. Secretive. Always businesslike, Always poise. Unfeeling.

Those are words used to describe Mayuu, the Ramshackle prefect and the head of the Overblot Protection and Prevention Administration, OPPA for short. With her group of hand-picked, qualified young men, she defeats any overblots that cross her path.

But no one is without secrets, without weakness. And if you earn her trust, she may share some of them. Specifically business-related ones only, of course! This little lady keeps her cards close to her chest.

She is usually found snooping around in the campus or scheming in the Ramshackle meeting room, the old Ramshackle dormhead's room. If not, then you can assume shes in one of her part time jobs. Though at times she lingers close to the light music club room. Probably to check up on Lilia or Cater. No other reason, right?

"Shall We Collaborate?"

Anons and Mayuu:

Part 1

Part 2

Interaction with light magic trio

Giving her a hug

Persona: Mayuu

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 17

Dominant hand: right

About her: she knows the future? From simp to strategist. How did she do it??

Greatest fears(?): plans going awry, Annie, truth or dare

Fun tidbit: As intelligent and strategic Mayuu is, it comes as a surprise that shes barely passing school. "As the OPPA head, there are much more important things to focus rather than studies", said she. Yet in truth, Mayuu would much prefer battling 2 insanely op overblots to a pop quiz in Animal Linguistics. Though, at the very least, she has better grades than Deuce.

Not-So-Fun tidbit: Often times, she locks herself up inside her room. Most presume she does it to keep her future plans secret, safe from prying eyes. Yet some say they heard whimpering from the other side of the door, accompanied with a foreign melody.

Backgroud:

Just your average twst simp, with an average family who loves her unconditionally, an average state of life, an average everything. This average person was isekai'd to NRC. So how come...

"It seems I'm finally here."

OPPA members (yes, they get paid):

Ace and Deuce (official) (on-field soldier)

-Mayuu's left and right hand, respectively

Cater (official) (info gatherer/spy)

-Reports every little movement of everyone

Trey (I was dragged here) (on-field soldier)

-leads the team on-field in unplanned situations

Lilia (strategist)

-he is an ex-general after all

Jack (official) (on-field soldier)

Epel (official) (on-field soldier)

Sebek (official) (on-field soldier)

Ortho (official) (on-field soldier) (negotiator) (brawn) (info)

Octatrio (known collaborators) (not part of OPPA)

Magic Yuu AU

Unique magic: Tattoo Tango

Incantation (text above):

All the burdens that you carry

All the voices that I carry

Horrible painful voices that I speak

Before we go to sleep

"Tattoo Tango"

Tattoo Tango lets the wielder insert voices in the target's conscience. If the wielder is close with the target or is highly informed of the target's critical weakness, the wielder could accompany images with the voices. Sensory images, like the ripple of the ocean or the heat of the scalding sands, will be created.

An unfortunate side effect though is the user experiencing the same thing as their target. Their pain, their despair. And Mayuu uses this to her advantage, to make sure the overblot would happen where no outside party would be affected.

Another physical side effect on the wielder is that whatever image they created shall be imprinted on their chest, maui style.

But one must be careful when wielding such powerful magic. For if the image is too concrete, the wielder's soul may enter the illusion, leaving their body unconscious.

Redraw:

It is semi-based off Maui's chest tattoos from Moana. It tells a story, which matches this storyteller's heart. It is also based off that one mental breakdown I had in high school.

#Twst oc #twst self insert #unique magic #Twst Um #Twst oc Um

[feralssinbin]

Secret Santa Cheat Sheet

lol

OK so I realized the secret santa intro post I made turned into a nightmare of incomprehensible rambling. Stating now that I do honestly love like, all content with them so anything is good if none of these ideas feel right for you, my beloved santa of secrets <3

Broad Ideas~

-Soft DCA, solo, with each other, with the kids, with YN, just. Soft uwu

-Unhinged. I love the 'about to snap' looks, the 'ive just committed a warcrime' energy, and the 'someone is actively getting redacted' action stuff.

-Hurt/Comfort, either direction, doesn't need to be canon for an AU, I'm just weak for hurt/comfort.

-Surprise moments of trust. Stuff where one is just kinda surprised by the other, the hand is 'offered' for the first time, or the offered hand is 'accepted' for the first time, literal or metaphorical.

-Spicy Humor XD I cackle whenever I see it, and I am not shy to the spice at all, but dirty jokes with the DCA absolutely send me.

Specific Ideas~

-Story time with Sun/Moon, high energy or soft and quiet, maybe the kids are around and totally engaged, maybe it's just them and a YN they're trying to get to take a nap as well, maybe there's no book and they're making it up on the go with a broad motion to demonstrate the ~adventure~ (I love this idea and there's so much that can be done with it)

-DCA being a little shit at children's games vs YN. They aren't going easy on them. At all. Impossible angles in twister, definitely not cheating at cards, ruining friendships with connect four, YN absolutely devastated/aggravated/exasperated at the fact they haven't won a single game in ages.

-Hide and Seek/Tag. With Sun it could be fun and cute. With Moon it's a race for YNs life.

-Gremlin Moon. Contortionist Moon. Impossibly bendy flexible Moon. (ALTERNATELY SAME POSES BUT FOR SUN cause we don't get enough bendy Sun)

-Romantic flirty stuff with DCA/YN shenanigans, cause I'm a simp.

-Semi-canon reveal shot of Eclipse for the first time. A YN pov thing, where the two have 'done the thing' and now they're staring at a third version of the DCA, and it's looking back at them. Was it an emergency situation that brought this on? A warring of the two boys that split control? A third presence that forced it's way out? Did the glitch from Balloon World take over? Did they agree to bring him out as a surprise? I know I said specific but hhh there's just so many ways to go with Eclipse.

AU Specific Ideas~

-Sea Creatures/Mer - art one probably- YN in the water with the first meeting of Sun and/or Moon, just that 'hovering under the surface' vibe with them eyeing each other warily.

-SC/M - One of the boys trying to snag a bite of whatever YN brought for lunch. Whether they win or lose is up to you.

-SC/M - Eclipse with one of his pups, a teeny fluffy thing, him content floating on his back with the little one on his chest, or him sitting menacingly on dry land staring snarly at the viewer while the little thing plays on him/under and around his arms.

-Hands On Experience - Sun walking around with YN on day one, hands under their arms like a wet kitten, or with YN balanced on their hip like a child lmao. This happens more than once in my mind, and YN might be ok with it, or they might be gently annoyed by it but he still gets away with stuff like this too much lol.

-HOE - Back rub time after a long day with unruly children.

-HOE - Nap time on Sun while he's petting YNs hair. (this one would prob be more art? but I'm down for more sleepy time drabbles <3)

-HOE - YN cleaning crayon and marker scribbles off Sun after a rough arts and crafts session.

-Doordash AU -silly art one - DECK THEM OUT IN THE DOORDASH SHIRT/VISOR lmao. Basically just Red shirt with the doordash logo, black Visor with the doordash D on it XD

-Forgotten But Not Gone - Fully feral moon chase through the abandoned daycare. It's not big so it would be a quick run if they don't get caught. Nonverbal Moon, terrified YN. Close calls are fun uwu.

-FBNG - DCA won't let go of YN, like a hand on the wrist, tight or not, just. Clingy. Is YN trying to casually go home and they want them to stay? Is YN just vibing and letting them have the contact? Was YN trying to run away?

-Sometimes It's Worth The Risk- BAD FLIRTING FROM YN at Sun/Moon. Just. Bad pickup lines. Awful flirting tactics. The fluster and shock of being flirted back with and losing their cool entirely. The 'OH NO HE'S HOT' reaction mentality. They're just one dumb idiot that's got the butterflies for the robot lmao.

[ihardlyknowher3139]

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(Entry 1)(part 3)

Ugggghhhhhh (look at previous parts for context they are in the blog)

So yea since Williams partner had asked what was going with me and ex bestie, ex bestie asked Patricia the next day what happened after they left the chat group to Patricia. And since Patricia has a crush on ex bestie and was in a dick riding mood, she showed the chat to ex bestie. This was before I had showed up. Keep in mind that if ex bestie had walked up to me and asked to see the chats, I would’ve show it to them. Cuz I stand by what I said and I’m not afraid of them. But I just felt it was so backstabby for Patricia to do that especially cuz I wasn’t even there. From what my other friends told me, ex bestie hadn’t even asked to see the chats, Patricia willingly showed it to them. And she was not afraid cuz in the chats she was the only one who was defending ex bestie. So I’m not going to say that Patricia was being a major simp who was just begging for ex besties approval(even tho I know that ex bestie is not interested) but I saw what I saw and so did my friends Sally and Tessa. But yes Patricia was showing chat to ex bestie when I arrived and they both were talking to each other. The rest of my friends tell me what happened. And then the groups are split into me, Shane, Sally and Tessa in one talking about the drama and how we don’t trust Patricia anymore cuz apparently she is very interested in giving ex bestie a cold shoulder to cry on. William and their partner and Sunny with other friends. And ex bestie, Patricia and other two friends in one group probably talking about me (only ex bestie and Patricia were talking. But after a long amount of this when me, William and their partner, Sunny, Sally and Tessa (Shane had left) were talking ex bestie comes up to us and starts “clearing everything out”. They start with Sunny and honestly that shit is beyond me so I didn’t even hear it. And then they start talking to me. They say “I didn’t walk out on our friendship you did, I felt like I was the only one keeping our friendship alive.” I was so tired their point was that I wasn’t texting them first that much for sometime (which only part of that is true cuz I was already slowly losing trust in them due to an incident that maybe I’ll talk about on another day, so subconsciously I wasn’t wanting to text them but that didn’t mean I was going to ghost them. I still cared about them but after 8 years of friendship seems like they were still making assumptions about me not caring about them. Whenever they feel some type of way they shut everyone out and don’t tell anyone but then get mad when we don’t understand how they felt. And even they knew that I’m always there for them in the past they have only proved they they are not going to stick around when I need them, when they know that if was in their position, the opposite would happen) so they said that because if this they did a “test” to see if I text them first or not which yea I didn’t text them because I thought they were mad at me and there was no point in texting them plus weirdly I felt good not talking to them and felt like I was more free. As I said before that before they stopped texting me they seemed mad at me and had left without telling me. They had treated me and another person in our group like this before so it isn’t unreasonable for me to think they were doing it again. But anyways we were semi arguing and then the argument shifted from me and went to William and their partner since ex bestie has had no problem with talking shit but then acting normal in front of the group. This is so chaotic cuz they are arguing and Sunny is feeding me noodles and then while they’re arguing Patricia looks at me and goes “maybe I made a mistake(by showing the chats). I’m sorry” which was so funny. I went to a corner with Sally and Tessa and told them what Patricia told me and we started laughing out loud. We were like “mY AcTiOnS hAvE ConSeqUenCes!?” And just cackled. I then faked a phone call and left and then waited outside school for Sally and Tessa to make an excuse and leave. More in part 4…

#my diary #digital diary #diary #diaryposting #diary entry #tumblr diary #dear diary #personal diary #online diary #ya ik this is so annoying #and I’m sorry I have to split this in so many parts #😭😭😭 #Spotify

[cr0wprince]

There was a TikTok a while back that alluded to the idea that Semi probably made cringy YouTube videos of himself singing as a young teenager and I’ve been thinking about it all day.

#rachel’s rambling #sorry for more semi brainrot #the video was like if you simp for these minor characters then I think you’re like #and it said if you simp for semi you probably did that #and yeah...yeah #god it’s embarrassing but here we are #projecting but like imagine him struggling to sing and play guitar at the same time #because it’s hard at first #you wouldn’t think so but like #and like he doesn’t know what being in tune is #so he can’t even hit any fucking notes #I’m imagining like 14yo semi in this scenario #that would be 2008/2009 and YouTube was just hitting off I think #he obviously gets better #I hope lmao #he’s a professional musician post timeskip I’m guessing it’s not a hobby #but like I dunno it’s 3am and I’m having thoughts #sendai frogs have been on my mind all day too #you know the blonde boyz #I need to go to bed

[pyro-doll]

"Slice of Heaven" - Genshin Harbingers x Gn!Reader

Summary: Fluffy / Dating Headcannons for the known Harbingers! Generally seen as the Villains in Teyvat, there is one person who the harbingers soften to. Pining + established relationship. Favorite places to kiss you, ideal dates etc.

Reader Pronouns: Gender neutral/Not mentioned

Content/Warnings: None! Just some good ol fluff, mentions of them being generally evil, pining+established relationship

Characters: Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Il Dottore, La Signora (separate)

A/N: BOY I love these four so much. This is just in preparing for the angst I have coming where their job gets you killed whoops :) ps rip Signora and dottore simps your hashtags are dry :( I'm here for u I wanna write more dottore

I did not proof read this makes than once so I very well may have missed quite a few mistakes.

(Content below the cut! 🎀💫)

°•TARTAGLIA•°

Cannot believe y'all simp for gingers what is this. /J I'm in love w him.

Pining Childe asks you to fight him a whole lot more, and suddenly the fights become a whole lot more flirty.

I don't think he's the biggest flirt ever but when you're sparring? God DAMN he does not let it go.

He used to spoiling the people he loves with money and you are no different. He would take you to lunch or around town and he does not hesitate to but you expensive gifts. Sure you get a bit embarassed about it but he thinks it's cute.

His flirting is honestly so playful you can hardly tell if he's joking or not. On top of that he's not being as cool as he thinks he is.

He thinks he's being slick but he just looks like a happy puppy. If he had a tail, it would be wagging as he watched the look on your face as you take yet another gift from his hands.

I think he's probably pretty touchy even as a friend, but you began to notice he acts different when you initiate contact with him when he's crushing. He suddenly just gets so soft and you get the most genuine smile.

His confession will be so cheesy. Fancy dinner, lots of flowers, maybe a pickup line. He cannot keep composed when you accept it he gets so excited an he goes to give you a kiss before remembering he needs to ask first. (Please say yes he is just,, want kissy)

Seeing him switch into his scary harbinger mode for work can be off putting but honestly he would beat somebody up and then turn to you like, that was for you babe.

PDA? Absolutely. Hand around your waist, holding you hand, just something to have you close to him. He honestly gets really worried about you especially if he doesn't see you for a while and it makes him feel better.

Nightmare to cuddle with. I have already said this in a different fic but he does not care what you are doing if he wants to cuddle he is taking those cuddles.

He likes to be both big and small spoon! I think he has a preference for the big spoon though because he likes it when you rely on him. Also he can get all the attention to you he wants and you have semi free hands to do other thing with.

Hugs from behind- all the time in your home. Also malewife Childe probably he can cook for you what a king.

Badass fighting couple by the way? If you're a fighter he admires you so much. You guys can kick serious ass.

Play fighting all the time, pillow fights, and the sort. He's very competitive so expect all of your games to get intense. He's not a sore loser all the time though so it's always fun to tease him a bit. (He'll pout sometimes and it's adorable to see big bad Mr Harbinger having a tantrum over UNO.)

Taking you to see his home land and family is his biggest dream. He absolutely raves about you in his letters. And he raves about his family to you in your conversations! You guys meeting will be so sweet for him.

Ideal date? Enjoying the city at night and ending it with some private time. Something romantic yet still not too boring, he finds traditional dinner dates to still, and he gets restless.

He has an amazing sense of humor and will keep you entertained all night.

Favorite place to kiss? Your lips! It's romantic and sweet and just totako screams "I love you" to him. His kisses are sweet and Passionate if not a tad agressive.

He holds your cheeks while kissing you. <3

You're his escape from work, not in a pushy way he just gets to let down his walls and be ajax around you. He loves that you love him and all of his flaws.

°•SCARAMOUCHE•°

Scaramouche in love is??? Uh quite the experience.

This man is childish. He gets upset if he doesn't get his way because he's extremely capable and a harbinger, why shouldn't he?

Pining scaramouche has too phases. One wear he realizes you're making him feel some type of way and he gets more distant. You notice this and assume he doesn't want to be around you anymore and so you start to spend less time with him.

When you do this he gets upset and that's when he realizes that feeling he has? It's a big fat crush.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He asks and it's quite an awkward encounter. You have him in a situation where he sort of has to admit that he wants you around. "I didn't think you wanted me around..?"

"Why the hell would you think that, c'mon." And then he starts leaving and looks back at you like 'why aren't you coming with' and so you're back to spending time together.

He's one who likes to rant about other people to you. He likes it when you get angry/excited about things he's angry/excited about and will definitely get angry for you in any situation where somebody treats you like garbage.

At first he thinks he's giving you privileges by letting you be around him but soon realises he is wrapped around your little finger. He despises this low key and decided to make a move.

He sends a lot of mixed signals. This man is simultaneously touch averse and touch starved. He doesn't like getting touched and he tried to avoid it but also from you it's such a comfort for him.

I imagine he likes getting his hair played with. The first time you asked to do it he said no, but then he saw you braiding/playing with one of your other friends hair and jealousy got the better of him and he let you do it next time.

He just gets,, so relaxed when you do this. At home, no annoying subordinates around, hat off, just absolutely melting into you while you play with his hair.

He may banter with you and tease you but he's the only one allowed to do that. He won't let ANYONE else give you shit.

Expensive gifts? Absolutely. Mostly jewelry I think. Seeing you wear something he got you reassures him that you really do love him.

Speaking of that, he needs to hear it. He loves the praise. (Praise kink?!? /Hj) Despite how he acts a relationship like this is new to him and I think he uses his over confident and nonchalant attitude to cover up he can be insecure.

If you can fight this man is your biggest fan. Hes the type to walk over and just give you a big ol smooch after watching you beat up a bunch of enemies.

He may not be the most affectionate especially in public but his affections are quite passionate. More into real kisses when in private then small pecks on the forehead when you're on the way out to work or something.

Let him be the big spoon please? Just let him I know he's tiny but don't tell him that.

Neck kisses when you are cuddling like that.

Likes to cuddle with you held close to his chest as well.

Fav place to kiss you? Jaw, like right back close to your ears, especially from behind.

Dates with scaramouche are rare occasions. I don't think they'd be anything to romantic but he would take you to a festival I think, something nice for the two of you but not super romantic.

Imagine quiet morning with scaramouche. It's before he's gone off to work and he's still quiet as the world still sleeps. You come sit next to him and just simply enjoy the peace of the moment with him.

You don't say much but I think he cherishes quiet moments with you, he worries work could get either of you hurt one day and sometimes he forgets that. These moments remind him he loves you <3

°•LA SIGNORA•°

Evil milf. *Collapses.*

She is your girlboss girlfriend okay?

What is she like pining? Well I think generally she's very confident. I can see her being flirty with you.

She does not let people give you shit. "They asked for no pickles" energy. She respects you and wants other people to respect you too.

How does she show she's interested? I think for her taking time out of her work to be with you and generally flirting with you would be her way of doing it. She's very busy and though she might not say it outright taking that time out of her harbinger duties is a BIG deal.

She finds everything you do adorable. Especially when she flusters you. It's her favorite.

Signora bends over a little bit so you're face to face and gently taps the tip of your nose with her finger before standing back up smirking like, "Aren't you just adorable."

Somehow it always feels like she's teasing you for being mean when she does this. And she is a little?? She just enjoys being in power and she does care for you, but expect lots of teasing.

Kiss her hand, treat her like the queen she is. She won't like you acting like she's better than you though. Youre her lover and Signora only licks the best. You're on her level.

BIG SPOON SIGNORA. when you're cuddling she just is so gentle. Super delicately wraps herself around you. Very nice to cuddle with her skin is so soft and she's not to hot either!

Lazy morning kisses 100%. Wakes you up by pressing her lips gently onto your shoulder. "Morning darling."

Oh yeah, expect lots of pet names. Mostly things like darling or dearest. But she'll have other ones when she's teasing you. Things more sugary and cheese but she's using them sort of ironically. If you're upset about something silly, "Awee you upset kitten?"

The fanciest dinner dates. All private and romantic and she would look so gorgeous every single time. Dies I love her.

Ok speaking of looking gorgeous she would dress you up for events.

You're getting ready for a big important Fatui event and she sees your outfit and is like "no darling this won't do" and then whisks you away to her closet.

She's actually genuinely excited about being able to dress you up! It's quite pure for her and it's heartwarming to see. Her favorite part is putting all the accessories on you.

After she's finished she gives you a head to toe look and a satisfied nod and it's just MM chefs kiss Signora I love you.

°•IL DOTTORE•°

The idea of a pining Dottore to me is so awkward but in the best way possible. He would try so hard to impress you. Dottore thinks very highly of himself and he would just brag to you any time you're around.

HE'S SUPER JEALOUS!! He would take the jealousy out not on you at all, just the other person you were talking to. He would definitely tease them or compare himself to them to let you know 'im better than this guy'.

Overall, he's very confident trying to court you and it can be endearing to notice how obviously his personality changes when you're around and when other people are around with you.

Shows affection by hardcore just info-dumping about anything and everything, usually his research. Usually people brush him off but if you actually sit and listen? You have him wrapped around your finger more than he would like to admit. If pressed about it he was say that he's just gracing you with his knowledge or something like that.

Words of affirmation are so important to him. Sure he does all of the bragging himself but if you agree with him genuinely I think he would really remember that. (May accidentally inflate his ego.)

Again I think he's used to people being scared of him and his short temper. If you get angry about things he's angry about you can have a bonding moment over it and watch as lower ranking agents try to get out of the way.

I headcannon him to really like sweets I don't know- he's got a slightly childish personality and I can see him just having an insatiable sweet tooth. He will not eat his veggies *eye roll* the cotton candy color Palette just DOES IT FOR ME

The little missing cut out in his mask was designed for you to be able to give him a little cheek kiss. And his reaction would be priceless. He would lightly touch the spot before brushing it off with a "tch", and luckily for him his wildly reddening face is hidden by the mask. He does not keep his cool easily at all, he's very reactive.

What really drives him crazy tho? When you move the mask to the side enough to kiss his lips. He'd be busy scheming and being sOoo eViL all the time and if you just so gently move aside the mask and place your hand on his cheek he short circuits. Mwah.

He will boast about your achievements for you. He would definitely go around preaching your talent and skill in whatever it is your best at. If somebody challenges you or gives you a hard time he's there with one hand around your waist, pulling you close as he glares at them.

Gifts? All the time. Usually hand made. I like to think you get less violent contraptions. Imagine dottore giving you a cute little bird house! It would be so intricate. Your room is littered with trinkets he's made for you or things he wanted to show.

Maybe no hand holding but instead you would link arms or hold on to his upper arm.

HSHDHSHSHSHS TIE HIS BOW TIE,, FOR HIM MMMM he absolutely loves it.

What type of cuddler is he? Definitely greedy, prefers to be the big spoon or have your head pressed against his chest while he holds you. I feel like he wants to be as close as possible.

I also feel like physical affection calms him down but he never initiates it because he doesn't know how to recieve it. He's a bit awkward about it because being vulnerable is super hard for him.

You find Dottore sitting on the couch arms crossed and tapping his foot. As soon as you enter the room and ask him how he's doing he is immediately mouthing off about useless assistants or how difficult his work day was.

He starts out tripping over his words and being quite angry with it but if you just sit down next to him and start giving him gentle affections he starts to melt.

First you slide his jacket off his shoulders and set it over the back of the couch. Your hands find his and you carefully remove his gloves, occasionally nodding or agreeing as he just keeps rambling.

Around when you start to slide off his gloves and put your hands in his is when he starts to slow down his ranting.

The last thing you take off is his mask and as soon as he do he just slumps into you, head in the crook of your neck and he just mumbles slightly angry nothing's. He is a big baby and just needs to be held.

Favorite place to kiss you? Your neck. No doubt about it. It can be sweet or it can be harsher and he loves watching your reactions. That goes for anything! He will find out what makes you tick and will use it against you. A tease essentially.

°•°A/n°•°

This gave me real big dottore brainrot. (My friend heard and called me 'clown fucker' I just think clowns are neat is that bad?) Also I wrote Childes very late at night so it might be ASS but I love he very much.

Apologies for the mostly reblogs recently! I'm on a long vacation and have been spending most time at the beach so I haven't had much time to write. I will when I get back home though I have a few things in the works.

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[mirakeul]

i don't love you anymore

or how they act when they've fallen out of love

notes ; my apology is....non-existent HAHAHA this was inspired by a tiktok but ngl, i drafted this a few months ago and i kinda don't know what tiktok i am talking about so im sorry JHAKJHFKA but please let me know what you think! send more characters if u want <333

warning/s ; angst, no comfort

character/s ; oikawa tooru, tanaka ryuunosuke, daichi sawamura, kenma kozume

part 2 ; akaashi, hinata, bokuto, kuroo part 3 ; semi, tendou, terushima, kunimi

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—OIKAWA TOORU

he would probably go back to the days when he doesn't listen to anyone

who says he can't practice for hours on end?

and he'd be friendlier to his fans, knowing your insecurity about them

"tooru," you called his attention from beside you. "can we talk?"

the looks between his teammates went unnoticed as oikawa put up a happy front and walked you out of the team's earshot.

"what is it, y/n-chan?"

"are we okay?"

"why wouldn't we be?" tooru dryly laughed. "i'm gonna go practice some more, okay?"

his back was turned when you called out to him once more. "please don't lie to me...why does it feel like something changed?"

—TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

his days of simping over kiyoko was over when you guys dated

but...lately, he would be all over her that the team was actually concerned

like,,, don't you have a partner, dude?

"kiyoko!" your eyes travelled to tanaka's figure, close to kiyoko's. "let me help you with that!"

unshed tears were in your eyes as tanaka continued to ignore you, occasionally brushing you off if you tried to get near.

after practice, you pulled him aside, eyebrows furrowing as you asked, "ryuu, is something wrong? did we break up or something?"

he cursed under his breath, did he forget to tell you?

—DAICHI SAWAMURA

he's probably the least toxic out of the four in this scenario lol

he would tell you he doesn't love you anymore once he's sure

sure, he told you to lessen the hurt but...it still did

you were seated beside asahi and suga when suga pointed out daichi...who was with yui, oh. your eyes looked at their intertwined hands, quickly looking away.

this didn't go unnotice by the two as they looked at daichi and then, you.

"y/n," suga called you with asahi gently patting your back. "will you be okay?"

you sighed, putting on a smile as you look at them, "of course! why wouldn't i be? it's not like daichi and i are still together. it's fine."

i'm...fine.

—KENMA KOZUME

i feel like kenma would be even more isolated than before...

like every time you'd ask him to hang out or go on a date, he'd brush you off, saying he's busy

but when you try asking the others, they tell you he's answering and going with them to practice and hang outs...

"kenma!" you ran to him before he has the chance to leave, your hand gently holding his arm. "is there something wrong?"

"no," he simply said, turning away.

"then why are you avoiding me?"

"...i'm not."

your hand dropped to your side, kenma taking his cue to leave. you watched his back until he disappeared...why did it feel like you were alone again?

© mirakeul ; do not modify or reupload anywhere else but reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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[melancholymetropolis]

Walls Could Talk

Pairing: Athlete!Bakugo x PlusSize! Reader

Summary: College AU The reader is a studious student that just doesn't have time for parties, and school festivities. On the night of a pretty big party, she finds herself. . . alone in the gym with Bakugo.

Warning: There is no penetration in this fic, it is just pure oral sex. Both giving and receiving. In the shower! Bakugo isn't too loud in this fic, either. He is simp for the reader, so he speaks to her in a kinda gentle tone. All the women in this fic are black! And they are kinda gay for one another lol

A/N: I AM BACK BITCHES!!!!! Did you miss me? I missed ya'll! This fic took longer than I originally anticipated. But, I have to say, it's pretty good. I like it a lot. ALSO! IT'S PART OF A SERIES! It's in the same universe as this fic! I am a simp for College AUs! As always, if you wanna commission me, click here! If you want to support me, check out my Patreon!

Part Two

Word Count: 6100

“Did you hear? Our team won the semi-finals!” Catherine, my study partner, exclaimed in the middle of our session. “There’s an After Party Friday night to celebrate.”

“That’s nice,” I replied, as I continued to transfer my written notes onto the Word Document.

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go together!” She closed her laptop and leaned forward. Bringing her face closer to mine. “Pretty please? I don’t want to go alone.”

“You won’t be alone. Elizabeth will probably be attending, per usual,” I said in a bored expression.

A ding sounded from her laptop. Catherine opened the device and unlocked it. She starts to type with a wicked smile on her face. “Apparently, Shinso and Liza are having a ‘romantic dinner’ during the time of the party, so they won’t be attending.”

I looked up from my device and eyed the woman across from me. “I thought you called me down here to study with you, not to talk about our football team.”

“I know. . .” Catherine whined leaning back in her chair. “It’s just that we spend so much time studying and never do anything fun together.”

“What do you mean? We have Brunch every Sunday with the girls,” I said in a defensive tone.

“But, that’s like normal! You never go with me to parties or clubs,” she threw back.

“Well. . . I’m. . .” I sighed.

The insecurity I tried so hard to conceal was threatening to pour out of me. Part of me wanted to tell her how uncomfortable clubs made me. How the roaming hands and the roofied drinks gave me so much anxiety just thinking about it. How the thought of losing my friends for just a second in such a crowded place gave me nightmares. During my junior year of college, I happened to be a residential assistant to a bunch of freshmen. I would get about a dozen calls, every Friday night, from my kids asking me to stay on the phone while they walked home, or to pick them up after a long night. In the heat of the moment, my feelings hadn’t mattered. I would always go running toward them. Even though the entire ordeal was about six months ago, I still leave my Friday nights open just in case someone calls me. high-pitchedUsually, those freshmen— now, sophomores— usually do.

“It’s personal,” I answered after a moment of silence.

Catherine just looked at me, an unreadable expression on her face. Interestingly, she dug in her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “Take these.”

“What . . . ? Why are you giving this to me all of a sudden?” I asked.

“Well, I know you like to work out late Friday nights while everyone else is partying. So, instead of you walking back from Planet Fitness at 2 am, you can just use the gym in my apartment building. And maybe crash there”

“You don’t have to—”

“It was wrong for me to try and peer pressure you into partying with me. It’s not your thing and I have to respect that. This is the least I can do.”

I look at the keys and smile. “Aww, Cathy’s gone soft.”

“Y/N, I will strangle you.”

“You love me.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“But, you still love me.”

“You give me headaches.”

“But, you love me though.”

“I need more friends.”

“You have lots of friends, you just like hanging out with me.”

“I’m regretting it.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I am. I should hang out with Liza and Kiri’s girlfriend more often, instead of chilling with you.”

“Aww. . . you hurt my feelings.” I set the keys on the table and reached into my purse. I pulled out a glass pyrex bowl, filled to the brim with freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. “I guess I’m gonna have to eat these all by myself.”

Catherine’s eyes widened. She snatched the bowl from my hands and popped the top off. She bit into one of the cookies and moaned. “You know I love you right?”

“Mhm, sure,” I replied as I playfully rolled my eyes.

The gym in the apartment building was bigger than I had originally anticipated. But, obviously not as big as the local Planet Fitness. Although I expected to be alone in my workout venture, another name was on the sign-in sheet. The aggressive scribbles made it hard for me to determine what gender the fellow gym rat had been. Something about working out, alone in the gym with a man, wasn’t something that gave me the most pleasure. When I had entered the space, I had been the only one occupying it. The other person must’ve left. I released the breath I had been holding and walked over to the treadmill. I raised the incline to 12 and increased the speed to 4.0 mph. I sped walked up the machine, whilst blasting “New Level” by ASAP Ferg feat Future. I kept my eyes directly on the glass before me. Not wanting to distract myself any further. I walked against that incline for about thirty minutes before stopping the machine. I gripped the front handlebar to stabilize myself as the treadmill returned to its original, flat position. Releasing the cap from my water bottle, I lifted the vessel to my lips and began to chug it. I felt the cool liquid slide down my throat and pool in my belly. Immediately cooling my hot, sweaty body. I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I lowered the bottle and looked in the direction of the stranger. But, when I did, I was faced with a protruding chest. My eyes inched up his sweaty pecs and muscular neck to bright, crimson eyes. They pierced through me like a sword. They were unwavering. They weren’t gawking at me or inspecting me. They absorbed my humanly mannerisms and seemed to be determined to dissect them.

“You dropped this,” his deep voice collided with my earlobes so suddenly. Like an explosion. It felt so damn unexpected. It was like he interrupted my inspection of him.

I looked into his hand to find the set of keys that Catherine had given to me. The small bundle wasn’t heavy as my usual set, which would explain why they would easily slip from my pocket. I grabbed them from his palm, gently brushing against his calloused fingertips. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem.” The blond-haired man went to turn away but ended up facing me again. He brought his hand to the back of his neck and gripped it lightly. “Are you. . . new here?”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow at the question.

“It’s just that I would’ve noticed someone like you at the gym before, especially at this hour,” he quickly added. His voice came off as calm, and cool. But, underneath the facade, I could see his nerves begin to spike.

“Someone like me, you say?” I crossed my arms against my chest and smiled. “You sure didn’t waste any time, huh?”

“It’s not what you think,” the man replied. “It’s just that I usually have the place to myself Friday nights. You are the only company I have had in three years.”

“Huh,” I dropped my arms from my chest and tilted my head to the side. “So, you weren’t hitting on me?”

The taller gentleman clenched his jaw and looked away. “Not initially. . .”

“Mhm, sure,” I said as I playfully rolled my eyes.

He chuckles in response.

“Since you’re standing there, do you mind spotting me?” I pointed my head to the left, toward the weight rack by the window. “I’m still getting used to lifting, so I lack stability and proper posture.”

“Sure, what are you trying to do?” The blond began walking over to the equipment.

“I wanna do three sets of barbell squats,” I answered following behind him.

He hummed in acknowledgment and looked at the barbell for a second. There had been about a hundred pounds on each side. “How much are you trying to lift?”

“About 40 pounds?” I said in an unsure expression.

He proceeded to carefully remove each plate from the barbell and place them on the appropriate track.

“Did you. . . use this bench last?” I questioned before I could stop myself.

“Yes,” the blond answered.

“So. . . how much do you bench?” I followed up. “Just outta curiosity!” I quickly added.

He paused for a second and looked at me. His eyes wandered up and down my body seductively. “Don’t worry, mamas,” the bastard smirked. “I won’t have any problem lifting you.”

Blood rushed to my face and I could feel my ears (and womanhood) begin to get heat up. I took my lip into my teeth and looked at the ground. “You’re gonna get me in trouble,” I murmured before walking up to the barbel.

“What was that, baby?”

“N-Nothing!” I flinched as I gripped the bar.

“Mhm, sure,” He snickered to himself.

I looked in his eyes, through the mirror in front of us, and gulped. He wasn’t eyeing my ass and ogling how good they looked in my leggings (THANK GOD I CHOSE THESE INSTEAD OF THE USUAL PAIR OF SWEATS). He wasn’t gazing directly down my sweaty cleavage, in the skimpy tank top, I had been wearing. And, he wasn’t trying to feel me up after I had begun to do my squats. The towering blond looked directly into my eyes with every move I made. His eyes never wandered, or swayed; he wanted me to know exactly what he wanted from me. It wasn’t my juicy booty or my bouncing boobies. It was clear by the safe distance he remained from me that he had respected me and didn’t feel the need to take advantage of my body. Granted, it had been the bare minimum, but it still mattered to me. The intense gaze, somewhat possessive gaze in his eyes through that mirror made it clear that he wanted me. Not just my body, but everything that had been a part of me.

That man was on a mission.

When I had finished my squats, I turned to him and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Bakugo. People usually call me by my surname. But—,” he said before leaning down, closer to my face. “I’ll let you call me by my first name: Katsuki.”

I took a step forward, bringing my face, millimeters from his. “Well, Katsuki,” I allowed the name to roll off my tongue and into his earlobes. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Usually, I was strictly against one-night stands. I slept in a dorm, and there was never a time where my roommates weren’t there. So, even if I had wanted one, I couldn’t bring one home with me. Also, there just hadn’t been anyone I found undeniably attractive enough to go to their place. I spent the majority of the semester with my face in textbooks, so there was never any time to truly get to know anyone. Sure, there had been cute classmates, but since I was a business major, the male students often spent their time chasing my white, slimmer peers. I just chalked up that experience and decided it wasn't in the cards for me at the moment. However, looking at the sweaty blonde skyscraper in front of me had me thinking otherwise. He was one of the first people I had respectfully admired and matched my providing energy. He made it known that he was attracted to me, but didn’t overtly try to get in my pants. But, against my better judgment, I wanted to get in his. Expeditiously.

“What a naughty little thing you turned out to be,” he chuckled to himself and straightened his back. “Meet me at the elevators. I’m gonna tidy up a bit before we leave.”

“Okay,” I reached down and grabbed my water bottle before walking out of the gym.

I exhaled the breath I had been holding and relaxed my shoulders.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

When I had made it to the elevators, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I flipped out the device to see a Snap from Catherine. In the video, she was twerking on some random dude whilst sipping from a red solo cup. I could hear Elizabeth laughing in the background, while Kiri’s girlfriend was twerking right next to Catherine. The text wrote, “wish u were here” in the neon font.

I smiled at my drunk friends and began typing “maybe next time”.

A massive hand reacted in front of me and pushed the up dial in the elevator. I looked to the side to see Katsuki, who had been sporting a small, white towel on his shoulder and a massive water bottle in his hand.

“I hope I didn’t take long,” he said, looking down at me with an indifferent expression.

“You didn’t.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. “My place or yours?”

The steam from the hot shower created a sort of misty wonderland in the bathroom. It had been incredibly hard to see anything as I had begun to strip from my sweaty gym clothes. Katsuki and I settled on having our little rendezvous in the shower since we were both in dire need of one. He had been in the steamy oasis for about three-ish minutes before I stumbled into the bathroom. I was still hesitant on whether or not I should go through with the arrangement; I was the person that initiated it after all. I took several deep breaths before pulling the shower door open and stepping into the black marble shower. There, underneath the waterfall shower head stood Katsuki. Hair dripping wet and slicked back. With streams of water slithering down his rock-solid muscles. I couldn’t help but notice that he was painfully erect. I slowly inched my eyes up his body once more before meeting his eyes. His eyes seemed darker in the heavy mist, just as his movements looked as if they had been in slow motion.

Katsuki walked over to me, his gaze never leaving mine, and gathered me in his arms. He pressed his hand against my head, slightly rustling the shower cap I was wearing, before capturing my lips. This kiss was slow and sensual. It raised the hairs on the back of my neck and caused goosebumps to appear all over my body, even underneath the piping hot water. I moaned against his mouth and pressed my naked body closer to his. Katsuki slowly lowered himself onto the ground before pulling apart my legs and lifting me off of the ground. I squealed in surprise and locked my limbs around his body.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I said in shock as I pressed my nails into his back. “You weren’t kidding, huh? You really can lift me up!”

“I wouldn’t lie about something like that, doll,” Katsuki brought his face closer to mine. “Now, come here.”

He resumed our passionate kiss and proceeded to walk to the other end of the large shower. He moaned against my lips as he started to grab handfuls of my rear. Katsuki’s messy kisses fell from my mouth, down my jawline, and to my neck. He sucked and nibbled on the sensitive tissues within the area; which caused my nipples to pebble and walls to ooze in anticipation.

“You’re so good with your mouth. . .” I trailed off as I felt his tongue lick the pulse in my neck before taking a swift bite. I squeaked and giggled. “That’s gonna leave a mark.”

Katsuki pulls away from my neck and looks into my eyes. “That’s the entire point. I’m marking my territory.”

At the moment, I could feel the heartbeat in my nether regions grow louder and more pronounced. He looked even sexier with the misty atmosphere of the shower. That pinkish hue on his face, from the heat, gave him a youthful glow. The boyish nature of this man had begun to show the longer I stared at him. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. There had been this kind of spark between us. One that I never experienced with anyone before, let alone a rando from the gym.

“Put me down,” I demanded, looking him dead in the eye.

Katsuki set me down without any further hesitation, yet didn’t question my decision. He simply looked at me with a questionable expression.

I lowered myself further on the ground; until I sat comfortably on my knees.

“Baby, you don’t need—”

I took his throbbing member into my right hand and brought my face closer to his shaft. I took one long lick from the base of his cock to the tip. I moved my hand just a bit lower to expose the bright red tip. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive area before spitting on it. I looked up at the man before me with wide eyes as I slowly took him into my mouth. I watched as he fluttered from the action and quickly grabbed a nearby shower bar. Moans fell from his lips as I began to bob my head up and down his cock. Coating it in layers upon layers of drool and saliva. I closed my eyes after a short while and fell into a really good motion. I brought one of my hands to the base of his cock and started fisting the parts I couldn’t reach with my mouth. Katsuki’s moans bounced from every wall of the shower. They echoed in my ears and surrounded me, giving me a lustful sensation. I wanted so badly to tuck my fingers between my thighs and rub my bud, but I knew I would lose balance and topple over.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Katsuki said through his gritted teeth. “You take me so well.”

I looked up at him and moaned. I moved my head faster against his member and continued to look in her eyes as I did so.

“You keep doing that, I’m not gonna last long,” he warned before throwing his head back. “Oh. . . fuck. Just like that.”

I lowered my vision to his clenched abdomen and watched as it fluttered underneath my lewd movements. Katsuki’s moans transitioned into loud pants after a short while. His thighs and rear clenched together as his hand gripped the steel bar tighter. Jumbled words fell from his lips as his pelvic region started to spasm. Spurts of hot, thick cum coated the back of my throat as the blonde rode out his orgasm. I swallowed the substance and continued to suck on his member. His pants turned into high-pitched whines and his hips vibrated from the overstimulation. Eventually, Katsuki removed his cock from my lips and helped me up from the floor. He gripped the back of my neck and practically smothered me into a kiss. Whilst growling against my lips, the red-eyed man began to usher me to a different end of the shower. The back of my knees collided with a solid surface, and I blindly sank into it.

Katsuki pulled away from my lips and lowered himself onto his knees. His pupils were wide and his face was several shades darker than it had been earlier.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” his voice was deep and husky. The lust and adrenaline from the orgasm had somehow made him even sexier.

I leaned back on the built-in bench and propped my legs right up; giving him a clear view of my womanhood. Katsuki sucked in a breath and groaned at the sight.

“Look at your pretty pussy,” he said, before spreading the lower lips. “So pink and inviting.” His thumbs massaged the area where my cunt meets my thighs as he gazed up at me. “I should return the favor.”

He pressed gentle kisses on the soft flesh, before dipping his tongue into my awaiting core. My walls clenched as he had begun to greedily lap up the messy hole. I took my bottom lip into my mouth before gripping the back of my knees, giving him more access to my womanhood. His plush tongue drew randomized shapes on my bud, almost as though he had been spelling his name. Katsuki slurped the throbbing clitoris between his soft lips, suckling on the bud. An animalistic kind of sound arose from my throat as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Oh god. . . don’t stop,” I slurred as I allowed my head to rest comfortably against the glass behind me.

Katsuki removed his mouth from my cunt and gently slapped my thigh. “Look at me!” He growled. “Look at me as I eat your sloppy pussy.”

I lifted my head from the glass and moaned softly. “‘Suki. . . please make me cum,” I begged while furrowing my brows. “I want to cum so bad.”

The pent-up stress, from Midterms, often placed my body in a state of exhaustion. No matter how much I slept, I was still felt tired. I would purposefully spend an additional hour at the gym, to tire myself out, and that wouldn’t work. For the last two weeks, I took more bubble baths than I could count. I did everything possible self-care ritual: from face masks to masturbation. Nothing seemed to get the edge off. Until I starred at Bakugo Katsuki devour my dripping wet cunt. The way his crimson eyes steadily watched my every move as he bobbed his sucked clit gave me a sense of awe. I had spent so much of my time catering to others. From running club meetings to making myself more accessible for my internship. Almost everything that I had done in the past fourteen days has been for the benefit of someone else. So, to watch Katsuki kneel in front of me, tongue deep in my core, observing my level of comfortability, made me the most relaxed I had been in a while.

The orgasm hit my body like a sledgehammer and it shook me to the core. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I gasped midway through. I tossed my head back and bucked my hips against Katsuki’s mouth, chanting for him to ‘keep going’ and to ‘never stop’. I could feel tears gather in my eyes from how the climax electrified my veins. I whimpered and whined as the high slowly left my body. I dropped my legs from my grasp and twitched gingerly. Katsuki gathered me into his arms and held me closely.

“You’re okay,” he whispered in my ears. “You’re safe. You did great.”

I took a few deep breaths and settled into his embrace.

A comfortable silence fell upon the both of us.

Katsuki and I finished the night in each other’s arms. We exited the shower after our slutty activity, but not before washing up. He had a lavender organic body wash that made me feel even more relaxed; my eyes could barely stay open as he rinsed the soap from my body. He dried me off and placed me in one of his oversized t-shirts. It barely covered my ass, but I was fine with that. His bed was huge and inviting. The linens smelled of a deeply rich scent; it seemed to be a mixture of sandalwood and cocoa. I crawled into his bed, and without hesitation, I pressed my nose into one of his pillows. Further drinking in the addicting scent. Katsuki climbed into the bed shortly after me and snuggled his body against mine. I flipped on my back, just in time for him to lay his head on my chest. He tucked his arms under my body before shutting his eyes.

“Just to let you know,” I started to say before a yawn interrupted me. “I tend to snore in my sleep.”

Katsuki chuckles. “It’s okay. So, do I apparently.”

. . . .

“Your ass is late,” Elizabeth yelled as I walked down the stairs of the stadium.

I scooted past several other students and made it to my reserved seat next to my friends. “I know, I had to submit my assignment and go to office hours.”

“You missed the entire game!” Catherine shouted. “There’s literally only ten minutes left.”

“I tried my best!” I replied, shrugging. “What do you want me to do?”

“Stop being such a hard ass and show some school spirit!” Kiri’s girlfriend said before handing me a pom pom. “WOOHOO!”

“Yay. . .” I said in a monotone voice, whilst waving the ball of glittery material. “Are we winning?”

“We are! Our boys are whopping the other team’s ass!” Elizabeth said with the widest smile on her face. “Take it home, Shinso!”

Sports weren’t my thing. Never been my thing, never will be. So, when the girls asked me to come along to the game I was a bit hesitant. I literally have no idea how football works. All I see is a man throwing and catching a ball. There’s a bit of running and tackling, but that’s about it. I was pretty sure Liza and Kiri’s girlfriend knew way more than I did since their men played the sport. And been on the field that very moment. Even though I tried to avoid overly crowded places, I still wanted to support my friends.

Suddenly, the referee blew his whistle, stopping the entire game. He walked to the middle of the field to speak to one of the players. Our team’s coach intersected the conversation and exchanged a few words with the ref. The player was obviously heated from the way he was poking the chest of the referee, and how hard the coach had to hold him back. Two other teammates had to drag him off the field and take him to the bench. One of the teammates ripped off their helmets, relieving bright purple hair, Shinso. His face was all sweaty and red from the game. He looked pissed and he was practically arguing with the player that was talking to the referee.

“Oh no,” Liza said observing the exchange.

“What?” I asked, looking over at her.

“The boys are fighting,” Kiri’s girlfriend answered, shaking her head. “They rarely fight, but when they do, it gets pretty intense.”

“I don’t understand,” I said finally. “Why are they fighting?”

“Bakugo has always been a hardass, but he’s been an even bigger one lately,” Kiri’s girlfriend started. “He’s been giving the entire team a hard time because of some girl.”

“A girl?!” Catherine questioned loudly.

“Mhm!” Liza responded looking over at us. “According to Shinso— y’all better not tell anyone I told you this, or I swear I’m gonna beat your ass!”

“Yeah, whatever, hurry up,” Catherine flicked her wrist dismissively. “I wanna know the tea.”

“According to Shinso, about two weeks ago, Bakugo met this girl at the gym. And from what he told Shinso, she was fine. Like Megan thee Stallion meets Lizzo fine, ya know? She was pretty tall, tall with waist-length braids and table-top ass—”

“I swear you always do the most,” Kiri’s girlfriend rolled her eyes.

“What? When I hear about another black queen, I can’t help myself!” Liza snickered lowly.

“Bakugo likes black girls?” Catherine asked in disbelief. “Since when?”

“Since forever? Where the fuck have you been?” Liza chimed in.

“Yeah, he hit on me the night me and Eijiro got together.”

“Shit. . . . Lemme find out,” Catherine cajoled smirking slightly.

“Anyway, Bakugo takes her back up his place and they do the nasty in the shower—” Liza started to say before Kiri’s girlfriend cut her off.

“Shawty got him pussy whipped?!” She said in disbelief. “Eijiro didn’t tell me that part!”

“Girl, yes! That’s why he acting out!” Liza replied nodding. “At least, more than usual.”

“Woooow! That’s crazy!” Catherine interjected. “And you know he isn’t the kind of player to sleep around, either!”

“Right! That’s what I said!” Liza nodded. “So, she must’ve had some bionic pussy, or something.”

When the conversation first started, I was hoping, even if there had been the slightest chance, that there was some other six-foot-something athlete named Bakugo. But, after hearing a close recount of our little rendezvous from two weeks ago, I knew he had been the same one.

Why was this campus so fucking small?

“Apparently, she left the next morning,” Liza added.

“No!” Catherine and Kiri’s girlfriend gasped.

“Mhm! Didn’t say goodbye or anything. Just slipped out of the bed, got dressed, and walked right out,” she continued. “Bakugo never got her name. So, he spent the last two weeks harassing both me and Shinso about this girl. But, we told him it could literally be anyone. The only thing that we had to go by was that she wears a pink pendant around her neck. Shaped like a heart.”

The moment the sentence fell from her lips, the entire arena went into an uproar. Bakugo Katsuki had scored a touchdown and the crowd was going bananas. The other girls were cheering and hugging each other. Some of the viewers were crying and stumbling onto one another. Our team had won the finals for the first time in the last ten years. Bakugo had been getting trampled by all of his teammates and even the coach. With his helmet removed, I could see the very apparent grimace on his face. He wasn’t happy. My stomach churned at the sight of his displeased face. It made me regret leaving all those days ago. But, I was scared. I woke up in a stranger’s bed, after a pretty decent night, and I had no idea what was gonna happen next. I didn’t know if he was gonna reject me or put me out, I didn’t want to get my hopes up after we did the thing in the shower. I wanted to be realistic, but, now, I am realizing that maybe my realism is what is making me and him quite sad.

I agreed to go to the afterparty, against my lack of better judgment. My friends were surprised at the notion but didn’t question it. The girls and I had gotten ready at Liza’s dorm. Stripping away the sweaty football jerseys and tee shirts had been nothing short of heavenly. The night had gradually gotten hotter and the air slowly became sticky. After taking a cold shower, I opted for a silky, champagne midi skirt for a thigh slit and white halter top. Since I had recently taken out my braids, I simply just pushed back my massive afro and slicked down my edges. I added hoop earrings and bangles to the overall look. For makeup, I applied a bit of clear lipgloss and mascara. Nothing too crazy.

Despite being in the same friend group, we all wore drastically different outfits. Liza wore a lacy, bustier top with a stretchy pencil skirt. Catherine simply wore ripped jeans with fishnets and a cropped Metalica tee shirt. Kiri’s girlfriend wore an off-the-shoulder, white maxi dress, with lace detailing on the sleeves and neckline. But, we all ended up wearing the same kind of shoe. Strappy, brown or black, leather sandals. None of us wanted to come home with sore feet.

We split the Lyft four ways and arrived at the party relatively lately. There had been so many people tripping over themselves and stumbling out of the house. A lot of the girls gathered in groups, guarding against wandering creeps and shady people. Catherine held my hand upon entering the house and that minimized my nerves just a tad.

“Let’s fuck it up, sluts!” Elizabeth yelled before making a beeline to the dancefloor.

The moment our toes hit the dancefloor the last song ended and the new one faded in. Best Friend by Saweetie and Doja Cat began to blast on the speakers. Elizabeth started to scream her head off and practically jumped on Kiri’s girlfriend. Catherine let go of my hand and grabbed my shoulders.

“Beep Beep! Is that bestie in a tessi?” Liza circled the three of us with a wide smile. “Fresh blow out, skin on tan, ooh she ready!”

“Bitch, you look good with a T at the end,” Catherine pinched my cheek and smirked. “I’ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin’ friend!”

I pulled away from her and danced around her. “She been down since the jellies and the Volvos.”

Kiri’s girlfriend started giggling at Liza’s antics. “Got me stepping out that Jeep, got Manolo’s.”

Both girls slowly started to twerk to the beat and throw it back on Cathy and I. I gripped Liza’s waist and started spanking her as he jiggled her ass faster. I couldn’t stop myself from practically doubling over in laughter; I had been enjoying myself. I barely noticed the song changed. Suddenly, I paused in my tracks and looked back at Cathy with a wide smile.

“I fucking love this song!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

“ME TOO!” Liza shrieked pulling me closer to her. “BREAK THAT DICK BITCH! B-B BREAK THAT DICK BITCH!!!!”

“My nigga sleep so you know I’m outside out though,” I rapped, matching Liza’s energy. “Real slick just don’t post me on yo’ ‘Gram hoe!”

“Lil’ shorts with a shirt that got my titties perking!” Kiri’s girlfriend yelled. “Red light bitch you know I’m outside twerking.”

I started feeling the beat a little harder and started to shake my legs side to side. I could feel my ass jiggle in the loose skirt. Before I could chicken out, I bent over, placed my hands on my knees, and started to bounce my cheeks up and down.

“Is the goody-two-shoes twerking?!” Cathy questioned in faux disbelief.

“And look at her go!” Kiri’s girlfriend cheered.

“YAS BITCH! FUCK IT UP!” Liza started spanking my ass whilst cheering.

After a short while, my body fell into a comfortable squat position and I still managed to my behind. I rocked my hips back and forth, mimicking Megan Thee Stallion. I twirled my neck and snapped my fingers. I opened my eyes to see all my girlfriends shadowing my movements. My smile widened and I let my tongue hang out my mouth. In unison, we brought it real slow and started to shake our legs side to side. Our thighs and asses moved like a thunderous wave. We didn’t notice the small ring form on the dance floor. After a short while, the song ended, and our little routine ended. We all migrated from the area and rushed to the kitchen. We pulled out bottles of water from the cooler and chugged them.

“You caused quite a scene,” Shinso’s smooth voice echoed our ears.

“Baby!” Liza closed her water and ran over to him. “Did you just get here?”

“Yeah, Coach Aizawa took us to dinner,” he said while pulling her closer to his body. “I hope you didn’t have too much fun without me.”

“Hey, princess,” Kirishima hugged his girlfriend from behind. “Did you miss me?”

Catherine rolled her eyes. “Let’s leave the couples to their vices.”

“Please, before I throw up,” I replied with a smile.

“You aren’t going anywhere, little one.”

My entire body tensed.

I knew that voice. I hadn’t heard it in a while, two weeks to be exact, but I knew who it belonged to. All the courage I built throughout the night had rapidly left my body. Cowardice overshadowed the little dignity I had left in being. I looked over at Catherine and she was already looking at me. Her eyes observed every inch of my face; she knew when something was wrong. Her face immediately turned dark, and she twirled on her heel to face Katsuki.

“Who are you talking to, exactly?” she questioned in a nasty tone.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to defend me,” I said after a deep breath. I slowly turned around and faced the towering male.

Bakugo Katsuki could wear a plastic bag and still look good. He didn’t put any effort into his outfit. He threw on a black tank top and black cargo pants. The sleeveless top highlighted his broad chest and shoulders. The cargo pants sat comfortably on his small waist and were baggy around his legs. His hair remained completely unruly, but his eyes seemed darker than usual.

Katsuki closed the distance between us and grabbed my wrist. “I need to talk to you.” He looked at me as if I had been the only person in the room.

I slipped my wrist from his grasp and took his hand in mine. “No need to manhandle me, ‘Suki. All you have to do is ask me nicely.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” he said with a wide smile.

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[thefanficmonster]

So we know that Corpse avoids talking in public cause of the obvious reason and I can only imagine how frustrating that can get. So I've been thinking, what if Corpse's S/O was fluent in ASL and taught him how to sign, and in turn could translate for him if he ever needed to communicate out in public. Could you just do headcanons, if that's ok? Personally, I imagine the reader originally learning ASL for a family member, but you can do whatever you want with the idea.

I've done something similar before but here you go some headcanons darling ~ Enjoy! 💕

- The first time you learned about sign language was when you were around eight years old

- Your aunt and uncle told you about it when explaining how they communicated with your two years younger deaf cousin

- Apart from his parents, no one in the family knew ASL at the time but that changed in the next two years that you spent getting fluent in the language

- You and him are still close till this day and hang out at least once a week

- You're currently in your last year in college, studying law while teaching ASL on the side to pay your tuition

- Little did you know your fluency in ASL would be useful to you when you'd meet the love of your life

- Your boyfriend Corpse was very open about his severe social anxiety as well as paranoia and fear of privacy invasion

- He told you right off the bat how afraid he was of getting recognized in public because of what he does on social media

- More specifically, he said he was afraid of his voice getting recognized because it's very unique and millions of people have heard it and could probably trace it to him in an instant if they heard it in public somewhere

- You still, till this day smile when you think back to the amount of relief and joy that washed over him when you told him communication in public with you would be no problem since you were fluent in ASL

- Then came his sheepish smile, admitting that he still needed to work on his fluency to be able to converse with you that way

- Boy was he in luck and had not even the slightest clue

- You wasted no time hooking him to your teaching program

- And boom, you had him semi-fluent and familiar with all the necessary phrases in ASL in less than a year

- That way he never again had to worry about outing himself by simply talking in public

- And he'll forever be grateful to you for it

- Oh how could I forget: it goes without saying that the most frequent phrase he signals to you is 'I love you'

- And it goes without saying that you blush and roll your eyes before returning it right back at him

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

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