#it's not cause i want you to put me in a harness n call me your baby bunny when you fuck me

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I really wish everythin didn't always havta be about sex

With Mr. V I mean

I know it's the only thing in me he cares about but. He could just ignore the rest. I have other interests n aspects to my personality. It doesn't havta always be about catering to his tastes.

Like the way he has a problem with the way I like to dress cause he thinks it's too childish. Maybe I sometimes just wanna look cute without havin to also be fuckable? I already dress the way he likes around him but that's not good enough.

Major tmi in the tags but I'm gettin really frustrated with this n just kinda need to vent it somewhere

#doll #i know he can't really have that much of a one track mind cause he wouldn't have gotten where he was if he did #maybe the rest is saved for people more important than me but. why's he gotta always make everythin about that #i can't tell if he's genuinely tryin to connect with me the only way he knows how or if it's another way of keepin me at arm's length #but it's really frustrating how he manages to mangle every single thing i like into some kinda k1nk thing that i'm not into at all #sometimes i don't really mind i guess but it still feels so. performative tryin to play along. #like no i wanna be a rabbit cause i just wanna burrow sumwhere safe n cozy n nap n not think about anythin #n cause i wanna be soft n cute in a way that makes people wanna protect me not fuck me or hurt me #it's not cause i want you to put me in a harness n call me your baby bunny when you fuck me #n if i say i don't wanna think that doesn't mean i'm askin to be overwhelmed or treated like i'm dumb #i know i'm dumb!!! it doesn't help!! i don't go into 'svbspace' i dissociate n he's just pretending he can't see that #he's not stupid i know he's not n at this point it's startin to feel insulting how he acts like he can't grasp the difference #i am not that dumb either n he knows that. i see what he's doin i just don't know why. #just let me have likes n interests outside of sex ggghhhhhhhhhhhh #then he wonders why my sex drive is completely fucking dead lately. maybe i'd want it more if it didn't always feel like a performance #one that i'm supposed to be puttin on 24/7 just in case he's lookin #(maybe i'd want it even more if i didn't know it's obligatory no matter how i feel about it but that's not gonna happen) #spdrvent

[megalony]

Obsessive

This is an Evan Buckley (Buck) imagine requested by Anon, I hope everyone enjoys it. Feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: After saving a woman a few weeks back, she starts to turn up wanting to see Evan. A lot. Her new found obsession soon puts Evan's family at risk.

Enjoy.

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"Buck, you have a visitor downstairs," Bobby leaned against the railing and pointed over his shoulder down towards the station where the trucks were parked idly waiting to be used.

A flicker of light crossed over Evan's eyes and his head perked up from where he was playing a game of cards with Chimney.

A visitor?

(Y/n) was here. The thought of his wife made a broad, if childlike smile spread across his lips that flashed his teeth and he quirked a brow. The energy he thought he lost on their last call out started to bubble back through him and he stood up quickly before he looked down at his cards. He stuffed them into his back pocket causing Chimney to frown.

"I don't trust you," Evan pointed a finger at him before he clapped his hands together and rounded the table to go towards the stairs.

"That's uncalled for."

Why was (Y/n) here? Maybe she was just passing by and thought she would stop in and see the team, she dropped by often to see the team and sometimes have dinner with them. Half the time she had to stop by on her way to work when Evan forgot his phone or his wallet and one time he forgot his phone on purpose just so she could come by the station and see him for a few extra minutes.

He reached out and patted Bobby on the shoulder before he jogged down the stairs and looked round the side of the truck. He couldn't see her electrifying eyes or that charming smile hiding round any corner. He was half a second away from calling out her name when his eyes landed on a figure stood near the open doors to the station.

That wasn't his wife.

Evan felt like a balloon deflated inside his stomach and his shoulders slumped when it sank in that his girl wasn't in fact here to see him.

He recognised that face. His steps became slower as he approached the figure who was facing the left with her side towards him. Evan couldn't help but take a step back when she smiled widely at him when her eyes locked on him. He recognised her but he couldn't quite place where from. She wasn't a close friend or a friend of (Y/n)'s, he was sure of that, he knew all his wife's friends by name.

Where had he seen her before? Why was she here to see him and why was she grinning at him like that?

The fire. The office fire just over two weeks ago, that was why her face was familiar.

Evan and Eddie had scaled their way up to the fifth floor, broke through the window and got her free from a desk that had pinned her into a corner. She had been so afraid to go on a harness and scale down the window that they barely managed to get out before the smoke became unbearable. She had clung to Evan even when their feet were firmly placed on the floor.

"Hi, the Captain said you're here to see me?" It felt like they were playing some kind of trick on him. Why was she here to see him? He hadn't done anything wrong, he had gotten her out and there had been no casualties in that incident.

The smile on her face calmed Evan down somewhat and he managed a small smile in her direction when she nodded. He could see her fidgeting, moving from foot to foot, pressing her hands together in her lap like she didn't know what to do with herself. Those were the kind of traits he always took note of when he looked at (Y/n), it was how he could tell when it was time to leave an event. If (Y/n) was fidgeting or clinging to him more, Evan knew they needed to go home.

"Hi Buck,"

He narrowed his eyes on her face and tried to think of her name to be polite, it wouldn't be very kind of him to stare at her blankly and admit he couldn't remember her name. He was usually good with names, he found it calmed people down if they shared names and tried to talk through some situations. And if his memory served him correctly, boy, could she talk when she panicked.

"It's… Liz, right?" It was clear he was right when her smile widened and she nodded enthusiastically. "How are you doing?"

She had been lucky during the fire, the desk that trapped her had only broken two ribs and sprained her ankle. Other than smoke inhalation, she had done well to get off with almost no injuries which was more than could be said for other people in that kind of situation.

"I'm a lot better now, thank you. I, um, I just wanted to give you these, to say thank you for saving me."

Evan had been preoccupied with (Y/n) on his mind and then trying to work out who she was that he didn't even see the bouquet of flowers resting behind her near her left foot.

This was new. No one had ever come to bring him flowers before. He had been thanked a lot when he got people to safety or when they went with people to the hospital within a good time frame. It was mainly food and chocolates that the team got given when people came by to thank them. Or drawings, kids always came by with pictures for them.

Evan wasn't used to getting gifts from the people they saved, a polite thank you and a hug was always more than enough for him. He got enough gifts from the team and his family on special occasions. The last gift he got was (Y/n)'s gift on his birthday telling him he was going to be a dad. That had given him a whole new high he never felt before.

"Wow… thank you," He took a few steps forward and took the flowers from her, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sudden smell that reminded him of Maddie's perfume. "This is sweet, you didn't have to you know."

"It's the least I could do after you saved me,"

"All part of the job, but I appreciate it-" Evan's smile froze on his face and his body tensed when she moved closer and pulled him into a hug.

He usually gave small hugs on the scene after saving someone, not weeks later when they came by to say thank you. He wasn't sure what to do so he moved his left arm very lightly around her back and patted her shoulder. It wouldn't do him good to stand like a statue and make them both uncomfortable but he also didn't want to hug her as if they were good friends or give her the wrong impression. Evan was big on hugs and physical contact with close friends and family.

He was always messing about with Bobby and Eddie but they were more like family. Evan didn't do so well with strangers.

"Take care," He was sure she must have heard the awkwardness in his voice when he took a step back but if she did, she didn't show it.

Liz turned towards the door, sent a wave in his direction and walked out with a big smile and a skip in her step. Leaving Evan stood like a statue, unsure what to do with himself or the flowers he now possessed.

"Ooh, do you have an admirer Buck?" Hen put down the sponge and bucket in her hand, having just finished cleaning up one of the trucks. She wore a bright smile and a raised brow that made Evan shake his head and smile, embarrassed. He didn't always like the centre of attention being on him and this wasn't the most comfortable of topics or situations to be in.

"No, uh, someone me and Eddie helped a few weeks ago. She stopped by to say thank you."

"With an expensive bunch of flowers? You must have done a number on her. Want me to get you some water for those?"

Hen's attitude helped settle some of Evan's nerves and he smiled but shook his head. He wasn't keeping these flowers; he couldn't for more reasons than one.

"No thanks,"

"You taking them home for your girl?" She poked her tongue out between her teeth and grinned widely but the grin started to slip when Evan shook his head. "You get given good flowers and you're not taking them home to her?"

"I can't, (Y/n)'s allergic to flowers. I'm gonna have to shower before I go home after holding these. You want them for Karen?" Evan held the bouquet over to Hen, shaking them a little to urge her to take them off him.

It was a sweet gesture, but just for holding these Evan now needed a shower to get them scrubbed off his skin so he didn't risk giving (Y/n) an anaphalactic shock. Besides being allergic to flowers, (Y/n) wasn't keen on them in general, she thought natural flowers in the garden were lovely but she didn't like bouquets. They faded so quickly and always went to waste and it seemed unusual to give someone something that would soon die.

If Evan ever wanted to do a gesture like this, he bought a fake plant like the lavender one sitting in the kitchen window or the honeysuckle plastic plant in the front room.

"Thanks Buck," Hen nodded with a smile and took the flowers from him, examining them as she walked on to find somewhere to keep them until the end of shift.

He would rather someone enjoy them and Hen have a good night with her wife than leave the flowers here to rot or put them in the bin and put them to waste.

***

A grin pulled at Evan's lips as he dropped down from the pull-up bar but kept his hands on the bar, swaying back and forth as he looked over at Eddie who was sat on the bench nearby. They had an unknown amount of time before their next call and their last one had been fairly easy, a bit of time in the gym helped build them up and get the energy going ready for the next call.

"Uh, Buck… you have a friend,"

Both of them turned around and looked through the glass to where Hen was leaning but when they looked past her, a stone dropped down into Evan's stomach and the smile faded from his face.

Liz. Why was she back again?

"Oh no," Evan shook his head and felt his body slump down and Eddie patted his back when he slowly shuffled past and trudged towards the truck where Liz was stood.

Her dark red hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a low cut tank top and some shorts. Evan didn't know where was safe to look so he focused on her eyes and upwards. He didn't want to be talking to her, he didn't even know why she was here. Bobby said she had stopped by yesterday too but Evan and Hen had been out on a call so he had missed her.

She couldn't keep turning up to thank him, her life had been in danger but even if they didn't get her out she would have managed to get free and find her way out of the building. They had saved her and she said thank you, that should have been an end to things.

"Hi Liz, what can I do for you?" Evan's eyes narrowed as his lips pursed and he tilted his head to one side.

Both his hands started to clench and rub together in front of him to try and control the nerves bundling up inside of him. Why was she here, what was she expecting from him?

"Hi Buck, I made these for you."

It was clear she was excited and the proud smile on her face was off-putting to Evan but he leaned just a little closer while keeping a safe three feet between them. He peered into the tupperware box she held out and saw some chocolate cookies.

Now if this was (Y/n) bringing these in, the whole team would have swarmed around her by now and Evan would have to fight to get even half a cookie from his girl. She almost matched Bobby in her cooking skills and was forever making things for the team. Chimney requested the brownies she made, Eddie was weak for her cookies and she knew Evan's favourite was her banana cake.

"Oh, that's really sweet of you, but you shouldn't have. The flowers were more than enough," The flowers he just so happened to give to Hen who had walked in the station with a smirk on her face the next day and when she winked at Evan, he knew she had had a good night due to that bouquet.

"I thought you would like them and I was just passing by," She wiggled the box in her hands and stepped closer until the box was the only thing separating them.

Evan knew she wasn't just passing by because she had been here yesterday too. That wasn't a coincidence.

If he wasn't married, if he didn't have (Y/n) in his life, he might have thought this was a lovely gesture and might have tried to get to know Liz or felt more at ease about her constantly stopping by. But he was married, he had a kid on the way. Evan's job was to save people from burning buildings and get them to safety.

Liz needed to realise that Evan did this hundreds of times a week, it was what he was trained to do he wasn't just a good samaritan saving people in his spare time. Evan wasn't expecting her to do anything for him in return and he didn't want to become friends or more than friends.

"Thanks," Evan turned to look over his shoulder at the team. Hen was biting her lip and looking away with her hands in her pockets and Eddie had his hands on his hips and a frown on his face. He understood the discomfort clearly written on Evan's face. "I have to get back now, you don't have to keep thanking me, you know. It's our job."

Evan took the box from her with a tight-lipped expression that somewhat resembled a smile before he spun on his heels and headed back towards the gym as Hen walked away with a nod of her head.

He had to accept the cookies, he couldn't reject them and cause a scene or upset Liz. It would be rude of him to say no. But as soon as he saw Liz round the door and leave the station, evan hurriedly tipped the box open and chucked the cookies in the bin.

They had house rules.

Any food that wasn't safely packaged or store bought went straight in the bin unless it was from family or close friends. After the whole pot brownie incident, they couldn't accept food unless it was untouched and store-bought. The chief wouldn't have another incident of a team high on duty, it would be too much bad press.

That meant that lately it was only Bobby and (Y/n) making and bringing in the baked goods.

"Is that the one who came by yesterday?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to be rude but I don't want her to keep showing up, you know? I'm married, for God's sake."

Evan didn't even want to think what would happen if Liz came by when (Y/n) was here and saw him with her or saw the team eating the goods she bought. It wouldn't do any favours for Evan if he had to tell (Y/n) that someone he helped had now started to get attached to him and kept showing up.

"I get it. If she stops by again just tell Cap, you might have to file a report."

Even the thought made Evan groan and tip his head back. He didn't want to deal with that sort of hassle or have to tell Bobby to go have a word with someone who wouldn't leave him alone.

If Liz showed up again, Evan would have to firmly tell her she had to stop.

***

Evan tilted his head down and pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head as his right arm looped over the back of her neck and reeled her into his side. His lips curved into a smile against her skin when he felt her reach up to hold his hand that was resting on her shoulder and her other arm snook around his lower waist.

She kept herself tucked into his side and gently brushed her nose against his chest as they walked into the station. Bobby had said it was alright for (Y/n) to stop by for dinner today all being well and they didn't get a call halfway through dinner.

The couple walked towards the stairs but slowed down a bit when they noticed Eddie walking out of the gym. He smiled and when he got close enough, he opened his arms to pull (Y/n) into a hug.

"How are you?"

"Starving," (Y/n) leaned back into Evan's chest, smiling up at him when he curved his arms around her middle with his hands resting on her bump. It was barely midday and (Y/n) already felt like she had been starved for three days, her mouth was watering at the thought of what Bobby would be cooking today.

"Of course you are," Evan laughed into her hair but his bright smile and elevated mood dampened just a little when he looked up at Eddie and noticed him staring just behind them. He tightened his arms around (Y/n) and rested his chin on top of her head but his eyes narrowed at his friend, silently asking what was wrong.

"Let's go get you something to eat then, your ladyship. Buck, can you check the medic bag quick before we eat?" Eddie nodded his head towards the truck but there was a secret message behind his eyes that Evan didn't quite understand.

He went along with it though, letting (Y/n) slip from his arms and he watched Eddie place a careful hand on her back so he could guide her upstairs. The smell of the food was already drifting downstairs and making them both hungry.

A twang of anger jolted in Evan's chest when he turned towards the truck and realised why Eddie had been so quick to steer his wife away.

Liz.

What the Hell is she doing back here?

Evan stormed across the floor towards her, a frown setting deep into his face and his upper lip curled ever so slightly.

He wasn't playing this game anymore. She had been back again while he had luckily been out on a call and Eddie had warned her that she couldn't keep coming back like this. It wasn't fair, professional or technically allowed, she had to stop and leave him alone now. All Evan had done was his job and she was hovering around like he had lifted a building off of her like Superman or saved hundreds of children from a burning school. All he did was help her out of a fire, this obsession had to stop.

"Hey Buck! I was just-" She stopped herself mid-sentence when Evan grabbed her elbow and roughly steered her back the way she had just walked. He pulled her past the truck and towards the exit before he let go of her and added two feet of space between them for his safety more than hers.

"Look, you have to stop calling here to see me, you can't keep doing this."

There was no easy way for Evan to ease into the conversation or try and be kind about this. He didn't want small chat with her and he didn't want to be vague. Blunt and to the point was what Liz needed to hear to make her realise what she was doing was starting to become stalking.

He rubbed his hands together out of anxious habit before he settled them on his hips to try and look firm.

"Why? We have a connection, you saved me-"

"It's my job, we help people and sometimes we do save lives and I get you're grateful but you can't keep coming here asking for me. There is no connection."

Evan couldn't fathom why she was so hung up on him like this, he hadn't done anything different than he would if he were saving someone else. He and Eddie did what they always did, hurried into the flames and evacuated everyone out.

Would Liz be doing this if it had been Eddie who helped her get out of that fire? Would she be so hung up and obsessed with him if they had switched roles and Eddie took the lead trying to save her? Was this Evan's luck of the draw and he pulled the wrong card at the wrong time? Whatever it was, it was annoying that it had to be him who she was clinging to. If (Y/n) saw she might get the wrong impression or Liz might even get violent towards her and Evan wouldn't allow that.

"You don't like me?"

"I'm married, I have a family. I'm not looking for a connection when I already have one, I love my wife. Please stop showing up here."

He knew she got the message when her face lit up like the burning red flames of Hell and her feet almost stomped through the floor when she turned to leave. He had to be cruel to be kind, she had to understand and stop trying to find him.

The anxiety started to dwindle out of Evan's system when he headed towards the back of the station and made his way upstairs. As soon as (Y/n) was within his sights again and his arms wrapped around her, he felt like he could breathe and the smile came back to his face.

"Everything okay?"

"Just fine," He whispered back against the shell of her ear and leaned close to kiss the side of her neck.

He didn't notice the pair of eyes watching from afar, getting a good look at the woman wrapped up in his embrace.

***

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Hello? I'm at the Whitehall library and s-someone's started a fire and I can't find the extinguisher, it's gone. I'm trying to evacuate everyone, the fire's near the main entrance so w-we're… we're going out the back."

"I'm dispatching help to your location now ma'am. Is anyone hurt?"

Jumping out the truck, Evan slapped his helmet hazardly on his head before he reached out and grabbed Chimney who was just climbing down from the ambulance. He knew Chimney would understand his panic without being told anything.

They both knew (Y/n) worked here.

Evan could feel his eyes welling up with the tears he tried not to shed on the ride down here when he heard where they were going. Someone started a fire in the library where (Y/n) worked. A hazardous place full of flammable books and equipment and Evan's pregnant wife was here. Somewhere.

"Alright, dispatcher said the fire is at the main entrance so they're evacuating everyone round the emergency exit at the back of the building, Chim, Hen go round back and start checking everyone over and find out if anyone is left inside. You two, with me we'll put out the fire."

Bobby took off his helmet and moved to the side of the truck to grab the masks, they didn't know how far the fire had spread or how much smoke there would be inside. They needed to take every precaution and be prepared for a bad fire. But when his eyes clocked Buck running in front of Chimney who was trying to reach out for him, Bobby held his hands out at his sides and rolled his eyes.

What had gotten into him? Why was he shooting off in the complete opposite direction and ignoring an order?

"Buck! Get back round front, we need to put this fire out. Now." Bobby shouted into the radio as he handed Eddie a mask and they got the hose ready.

"Cap, his wife works here and she should be on shift right now." Chimney's reply came back through the radio and with a daring look, Bobby just sighed and got the hose ready. There was no way they could get Evan back round here if he was looking for his wife, both of them knew and respected that. But they still had to put the fire out quickly because if Evan's wife wasn't okay, they might have to restrain him or hold him together.

"Copy, keep me updated. We're going in."

Evan ran ahead round the side of the building towards where he knew the emergency exit would be. He had been here countless times, he had dropped (Y/n) off here for her shift this morning before he went to the station so unless she hadn't been well and left early without telling him, he knew she would be here.

His eyes scanned over the people hovering near the open metal doors at the back. A few people were stood as far away as they could manage, about three people were sat down trying to take deep breaths and clear the smoke from their lungs. A mother with two children was sat down leaning up against the building and they looked fine, no dust, smoke or injuries that Evan could see other than a bit of trauma and fright.

"Evan!" Relief swarmed through (Y/n) and a jolt overtook her heart when her sights set on her husband. He stood in his overcoat, helmet, gloves and boots with a look of utter fright on his face.

"(Y/n)!"

He was by her side in an instant, curving his arms around her waist like iron bars caging her into his chest forever. He could feel her hands gripping his coat and when she buried her face into the little bit of exposed skin of his neck, he felt her try to muffle a cough. She was shaking horribly against him. He reached one hand up to cradle the back of her neck, curling his fingers into her hair but his other arm tightened around her waist when her knees buckled.

"Wow, hey I got you. You're safe baby," Evan took off his helmet and let it drop to the floor by his feet so he could smother his face in her hair and breathe in her scent. "Chim, I got her," Evan pressed his cheek against the top of her head so he could look across at Chimney who nodded, relief washing over his expression.

"T-there's still someone inside… she wouldn't leave," (Y/n) turned her face enough to look over at Hen who nodded and spoke into the radio to let Bobby know. There was no point one of them suiting up to go looking inside when both Bobby and Eddie were already inside trying to put out the fire. They could easily find whoever was inside and get them out to safety.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

Evan pulled back enough to look down at (Y/n) and he cupped her face in his hands and ran his eyes up and down her body, scouting for any signs of injury or trauma.

He watched her let go of his coat and hold her shaking hands out between them so he could see the small blisters forming on the back of her hands but they didn't look too extensive. Once they were cleaned and wrapped they would heal soon enough.

A small smile worked its way onto (Y/n)'s lips when Evan tilted her head down in his hands and pressed his wet lips against her burning temple. She could feel the love and relief radiating off him and when he stroked his thumbs across her cheekbones, she shivered. They both knew it could have been a lot worse than a few scrapes and blisters.

(Y/n) reached up to grip Evan's wrists and steady herself against him but her smile dropped and she quickly moved his arms so she could double over. She felt his arms move back around her waist with one hand firm and steady on her bump and the other on the small of her back. He let her lean her weight onto his arm that was around her front and he held her up when she threw up onto the floor.

"Chim, can you check her over please? I'm gonna sit you down baby," When he was sure she had finished, Evan tucked her back into his chest and slowly went down on his knees on the gravel. He took her weight and eased her down until she was sat between his legs, slumped up against his chest.

Her eyes closed and she buried her face back into Evan's overcoat, inhaling his scent and gripping his arm tightly while Chimney crouched down beside them. She let him check her heartbeat, blood pressure and oxygen level, staying limp and floppy so it was easier for him to check her over.

"Blood pressure is a bit high, let's have a look at the little guy too."

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed but she couldn't help but smile when she felt Evan kissing her temple and the stethescope press against her stomach. Chimney moved it around a little before he stopped and stayed quiet, intently listening to the small heartbeat.

"Strong and steady. We're definitely taking you to the hospital for a check over though."

"Fire's out and the building is clear," Bobby's voice rang out through the radio as he and Eddie trudged out the emergency exit to where everybody else was, the last evacuated person stood between them.

Eddie did a sweep of the scene and he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Evan sat with (Y/n) in his arms. For a moment it looked like an entirely horrid scene when he noticed Evan was rocking them both back and forth. But once Eddie realised his friend was smiling and talking, he took the hint that (Y/n) was in fact alright and safe.

With that thought in mind, Eddie reached out to the right and grabbed the upper arm of the last person they evacuated.

"You're coming with me to wait for the police." His statement was firm and authoritative and his grip was tight as he steered them both past Bobby and in the other direction of the rest of the team.

"Wha- why? Was that… where's Buck?"

A dangerous look swept across Eddie's face and he pulled her closer, sneering down at her with one raised brow just daring her to try her luck with him.

"Because I know you started this fire," His voice was low and he leaned his head down to whisper in her ear. "You were told to stay away from Buck, not to try and harm his wife and get his attention. You're not gonna see him again."

He took a last look over his shoulder before he pulled Liz and forced her to keep walking with him so they could round to the front of the building. He wasn't about to let Buck see her here, it would raise too many questions and cause too much aggravation and panic. Eddie had told Bobby to radio for the police when he saw Liz in that building clearly waiting to be rescued.

This wasn't a coincidence that she was here, staying right near the scene instead of fleeing to safety with everyone else.

She wasn't going to get any closer to Buck. Not anymore.

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[alicerosejensen]

Find me

Warning: mention of blood, violence (physical and psychological), mention of viruses, parasites, zombies; kidnapping; the reader has a slight anemia; Fem/reader; established relationship with Leon.

Synopsis: You could have a quiet wedding and a good life with the person you love most in the world. Leon was ready to protect you to the death from his enemies and viruses but… it seems that someone is also interested in you. And the price for life will be very high.

A/N: The idea from this post that I wrote about quite a long time ago. "Together forever" I'm not very good at writing (apparently the Yandere theme is not mine, no matter how much I like it). So I'm going to try this plot. I don't know how many parts there will be, but if everything goes well, then probably a lot (maybe 10-12 or so). I hope someone likes it because I have serious notes on this work in my notebook, as if these are sketches for the 9th part of the resident).

Tags will be added to the following parts. I was very much inspired by the remaster and Haunting ground when I was taking notes. After all, both games were made by Capcom.

Feedback is welcome (but no insults!)

Sometimes the worst horror happens in the name of love. It's not the worst plot for books, films or paintings that are more than a hundred years old and it's impossible not to admit that sometimes we want to be loved until our death.

And maybe after it.

The words sound soft, with a slight taste of regret, as if somewhere between the letters there is a treacherous "I'm sorry". But in fact it was so predictable. Leon hugs you too tightly, experiencing an inexhaustible sense of guilt, because he promised to decide together where you will spend your honeymoon, which is unlikely to last exactly a month, he promised to watch a movie with you that you have been planning for a long time and… and everything went to hell.

Leon nuzzles your cheek and devoutly kisses you gently, leaving a wet trail with his eyes closed. Another sign of his eternal love, his lips are imprinted on the bridge of your nose, making you smile from the slight tickle caused by his stubble. He had no power over not being called to work for at least another week, but the government is not interested in the personal life of his best agent. And yet you enjoy the way he puts his arm around your waist, holding you as tightly as he can.

"Okay, Mr. Kennedy," you joke kindly, inhaling the almost faded scent of his cologne. "I forgive you, once again. Run to save the world" You smile looking into his crystal blue eyes filled with sadness and longing.

"I promise that I will ask the authorities for a good vacation," Leon swears very sensually, continuing to hold you tightly in his hands and look with those puppy eyes from which the soul is torn apart and kisses again this time on the forehead, "If necessary, I will harness Ingrit and no one will bother us. We'll plan everything the way you want, even if it's a tour of all the castles in Europe"

You laugh sincerely, removing the bangs from his face, hoping to stretch the moment of intimacy with him longer. It was so warm and safe next to him that you snuggled up to his chest and he gently cradled you in his arms like a child.

"Don't do anything stupid in my absence"

"I still need to do an exhibition and maybe I'll finally clean up the bookcase," you lie knowing full well that the books will still lie randomly on the shelves and you won't even touch them. Actually, your work was the only thing that could save you from the all-consuming longing for Leon.

"Be careful, okay?" with some hidden fear, he asks, reluctantly releasing you from the ring of embraces. "I'll call as soon as I get a free minute and I'll really be back soon"

Leon is already out on the street and you follow him with a sad look, noticing some dark car to the side. Rightly deciding that they came for him, you lower your head, sighing heavily and literally taken aback when Leon's lips abruptly cover yours with a demanding and somewhat rude kiss that you forget how to breathe. At some point you try to seize the initiative, but strong hands push you against the wall and you hit the back of your head a little painfully, allowing him to dominate. As always.

"I would eat you right here," Leon said sarcastically and quietly stroking your hips, "But I really have to go."

And you silently bite your lower lip while watching him move away from you and get on his bike.

Well, that cool car wasn't for him, but this thought quickly leaves your head and in the end, tired of standing on the street, you just go back into the house, closing the door, grabbing the phone and immediately sending him an impatient "I miss you already." However, this does not prevent you from also ordering food with home delivery and watching some movie to pass the evening that was hopelessly spoiled.

The evening really became disgusting, neither delicious food saved him, nor a good movie will save him.

"Complete shit" a quiet curse came off your lips when you looked at the phone screen for the hundredth time in the evening and endlessly reread Leon's last message "My love…" which seems to have been imbued with such despair that tears came to your eyes. He was like a big kid who couldn't live a day without you and besides, only with you his sleep was like a more or less healthy one. You were his only light and he wanted that light to stay with him forever. Well, you could send him a hundred more messages, but it's unlikely that he will have the opportunity to read them in the next few hours or even days. So with bitterness, you just turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to get ready for an earlier than usual sleep.

Hot water pleasantly calmed and warmed the skin flowing down the body. You spent 15 minutes in the shower, brushing your teeth and doing all the usual and favorite cosmetic procedures, smeared your body with a lotion with a pleasant floral scent, waiting for it to soak into pale skin. The mood even improved a little when you changed into pajamas and straightened the bed once more before putting your head on the pillow and looking at the phone.

Nothing.

There's no point blaming Leon or doubting his love. It wasn't up to him. Sometimes he was dragged out of bed late at night and you could not see him for weeks without even being able to talk on the phone for one minute. But when he returned, he turned into a puppy clinging to his beloved owner and covered your body with a lot of kisses, not letting you get out of bed. Not that you mind… You always miss him and worry about him.

Sighing, you turn over on your side, putting the phone on the bedside table and not seeing the desired message from your fiance. Therefore, grabbing Leon's pillow, the lungs are filled with his smell and instead of feeling his presence, you experience only a deep feeling tearing apart that makes your heart beat a little faster.

And closing your eyes, you reach for the switch, when suddenly for a second the phone quickly notifies you of a new message from the addressee next to whose name the heart turns red.

"Don't forget to take the pills that the doctor prescribed for you. I want this sickly pallor to disappear. Love you"

Well, smiling, you took a screenshot of the message for some reason, saving it in your gallery on your phone. After sending Leon the answer, you still remembered that you really forgot about those pills once again, but you didn't want to get up anymore, so you left this matter for the morning. Sighing once again, trying his luck in the hope that Leon would write something else, your mobile was treacherously silent while you were just flipping through the social media feed.networks thinking only about how dependent you are on this man. However, the same can be said about him. The phone went out, as did the light in the bedroom, and sleep slowly overtook your mind when you hugged else's pillow without hearing quiet footsteps in the next room. The uninvited guest, thanks to Leon, had to tinker a lot with the lock of the front door before he unlocked it, quietly closing it behind him so as not to attract your attention while you were in the shower. Merging with the surrounding darkness, it was necessary to wait for the right time and prepare the syringe so that everything went as it should and the target was quietly neutralized without attracting the attention of neighbors.

The order was well paid and the fact that Leon left the house on that day was only to his advantage. After all, a government agent can ruin everything and getting rid of him threatened big problems that were not needed by anyone, but who will remember about his pretty bride, about whom he will probably quickly forget everything himself? The unknown person only needed to stick a pomeranian, inject the substance and quietly take the target out of the house by throwing a fake note with a handwriting similar to yours that you and Leon do not see the future for yourself. Pick up a few personal items and throw them in the nearest trash as proof of the truthful departure of the unfaithful bride.

Not the worst plan, especially since Leon Kennedy will think about your disappearance and how natural it is, no one really cares. Even if he suspects this ill-conceived plan, by that time you will be too far away from here anyway.

The problem was solved by itself because you are a simple art worker did not pose any threat even if you tried to resist. One step, two… the blessed victim will not suspect anything until the very moment when someone else's hand in a black glove closes her mouth and sticks a needle into her body. You fall asleep without suspecting anything, somehow reflexively reaching to the left side where Leon usually sleeps with his back to the bedroom door.

You are separated by literally a few meters from each other before one inept movement spoils everything.

The sound of falling books that Leon has been asking you to arrange exactly for so long makes you open your eyes by squeezing the pillowcase of the pillow and the "guest" freeze without touching the door handle. However, you felt a gaze on you that did not let you be deceived that someone had entered the house.

In Leon's bedside table there is a 9mm pistol fully loaded. It's not that you were very accurate, but Leon took you to a place as entertainment, where you trained shooting at targets under the watchful eye.

"not the worst result for a beginner," he said condescendingly so as not to upset you, but it was fun even if the gun was real.

Except now there are no jokes! You heard another step towards your side and held your breath, gathering strength for a jerk to pull out the gun and remove it from the safety. From fear, the heart beat faster, causing the blood to roar in your ears and before the intruder's hand landed on your face, you abruptly rolled to the left side of the bed, throwing a pillow at the person standing over you, winning for yourself a couple of seconds from his confusion.

Jumping to your feet, you quickly grabbed the gun pointing it at the man with trembling hands, removing it from the safety.

"Your own life is more expensive," you thought when a man of impressive size in a mask stood a meter away from you without a weapon, because his goal is to deliver you alive because you will not be of any use dead.

You held his floor at gunpoint, but your hands were shaking from the unusual weight and you really wanted to lower them down, but you held on trying not to panic. A step towards you and you pulled the trigger without aiming so stupidly hitting the closet, startled by the loud noise of the shot, immediately shrinking and from unaccustomed frightened by the strong recoil of the weapon.

"Fuck," he swore loudly, immediately rushing to you, forcing you to scream at the top of your voice while miraculously dodging. Rushing to the door, the first thought was to run outside and ask for help from neighbors, especially since the sound of a gunshot and a woman's scream certainly did not go unnoticed and someone probably should have already called the police. We just need to hold out. However, you only managed to jump out into the corridor when suddenly a strong man's hand roughly grabbed you by the hand in which you were holding a gun and your finger pressed the hook again making a shot.

Again a loud noise, your screams and a small hole in the ceiling.

Again the bullet flew by.

"Get off me, you bastard!"

A ringing slap in the face and you abruptly fell to the floor dropping the gun somewhere to the side. He immediately hung over you, but grabbing the first book that came to hand, you threw it in her man's face and taking advantage of another hitch jumped to her feet, running on without thinking about how much lip hurts.

And yet, the chances of escape were initially small, especially when shortness of breath began due to anemia and the chest began to ache sharply. A deep breath did not help even if your body was filled with adrenaline, he still knocked you to the floor, pressing your whole body to the floor, taking that ill-fated syringe out of your pocket and sticking it into you by quickly pressing the plunger . It only takes a few minutes, but because of your screams and shots, even they could put the entire mission under the "failed" icon, so without wasting even these precious minutes, the kidnapper grabs you by the hair and just hits your head on the floor suppressing resistance at the root. The world before your eyes becomes hazy and barely audible when a strange and unusual feeling of lightness covers you despite the pain in your head.

"Bitch ruined everything"

This bastard threw you over his shoulder and quickly ran out of the house, leaving the syringe lying there on the floor because there was no more time. Throwing you carelessly like a sack into the backseat, he slammed the door and gave gas to get away from the crime scene as soon as possible and dump the tail by moving to another car. They'll pay him well anyway.

You only blurred vision being on the verge of consciousness silently watched your loss until a long sleep covered you.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #reader #leon resident evil #resident evil leon #leon kennedy resident evil #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon scott kennedy x reader

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Thinking about; C.SC dog walk meet cute

I just watched two people walking their lil doggies meet and greet each other like it's a regular occurrence and it's cute af so now this is on my mind

Wordcount; 833

A/N- I didn't name "your" dog both because my mind blanked and I thought you can just imagine it to be called whatever you want that way <3

-Other Writing - More Coups thoughts; 1, 2 & 3 [all three are NSFW]-

A month or so back you moved to a new neighbourhood with your cute lil doggo

Of course, a dog needs walking and your dog likes routine a hell of a lot so every morning you take her for a walk down the same route

And although it's barely 6am during these morning walks thanks to your job starting at 7am, there's always this guy walking his own dog

Every morning regardless of the weather, you see this guy in sweatpants and hoodie, hood pulled up to shadow his face walking his little white dog

It always amuses you that although the guy looks like he couldn't care less how he looks, the dog is always brushed neatly with cute bows and clips and an adorable raincoat or jumper when the weather calls for it.

You've definitely noticed the way that when the dog is wearing a jacket, the man is wearing one that almost matches It's pretty fucking adorable, really

It takes a few weeks and just vague waves of greeting from across the street before you two actually cross paths properly

On this day, there's some kind of worker barrier on the path ahead of you, so you cross the road and walk on the other side

Your dog is not happy about this at all so you literally have to carry her across the road and when you put her down, she plops her backside down and refuses to move or look at you

"Having trouble?" The amused male voice makes you look up from where you're crouched in front of your dog trying to convince her to keep walking and you'll cross back over in a minute when it's possible

Of course, it's the hoodie guy, from this close you can see that he's got a face mask on and you briefly wonder if he always does

Shame, you had been kind of curious about what he looks like

"Yeah, she's a creature of habit." You sigh and point over to the barrier causing him to look over and hum in understanding

"Ah, yeah, Kkuma is the same." He motions to his dog, today wearing a cute frilly harness with a matching bow between her ears.

"You look absolutely precious, Kkuma." You inform, causing the dog to perk up and trot towards you. "May I?" You ask the man, hand lifted a little. He nods and you think he smiles by the curve of his eyes, so you look back down and offer a hand to Kkuma who sniffs it then happily moves closer to allow you to give her attention.

"And may I?" The man asks, now crouched too, closer than before by a fair amount, motioning to your own dog. You nod so he reaches out.

At first, your dog entirely ignores him but he makes a soft little sound and that gets her attention

Soon you're both crouched there petting and cooing over the other's dog, each of whom is lapping up the attention happily.

"Ah, we should really go." The man comments after catching sight of the time on his expensive watch. "Gotta get this one to the sitter ready for me to get to work."

"Oh, same, actually." You agree after checking your own much cheaper watch so you both get up

Just as you're leaving he calls out. "Hey uh, it's nice to meet you, maybe we can make this the new routine?"

"Maybe, if you tell me your name, stranger with a cute dog."

"It's Seungcheol," You tell him yours in return which he repeats softly. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow,"

It's not many mornings after before Seungcheol asks if you two would like to join them for their evening walk

And then you both develop new evening habits and discover a new route to walk together

Conveniently, it takes you by the lake and stalls there where he always buys you both a hot drink if it's cold enough and something else if he can't use that excuse

It occurs to you early on that the evening walks feel very much like dates

But officially, your first date comes after a few weeks of morning and evening walks when Seungcheol finally reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers and asks if you'd like to meet earlier tomorrow for dinner

He says you, of course, can bring your dog because he plans to cook for you at his place anyway and Kkuma will love to spend more time with her bestie and-

You cut him off by pressing your connected hands to his lips You wanted to kiss him but decided it should probably wait until at least the first date

And of course, as soon as Seungcheol has his arm around you on the couch after dinner to watch a movie, both dogs curled up together on Kkuma's bed, you take your chance and kiss him

When you leave later, it's with another kiss and a promise of 'same time tomorrow'

A/N; Alternative title is "Same time tomorrow"

#seventeen scenario #seventeen x reader #seventeen seungcheol scenario #seventeen fluff #seventeen seungcheol x reader #seventeen seungcheol x you #seventeen scoups scenario #seventeen seungcheol imagine #seventeen scoups imagine #seventeen scoups fluff #seventeen scoups x reader #seventeen scoups x you #seventeen imagine

[roturo]

MOONLIGHT SUNRISE

summary: You never thought your modeling career wouldn't turn the way it did, but, maybe this new world was a new opportunity to also find love?

warnings: smut, bdsm (mentions of it, but it's not implied yet.), fingering, nipple play, edging, orgasm denial, straddling, modeling au, fashionista?!gojo satoru, model!reader.

IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END.

TUMBLR IS BASED ON A REBLOG SYSTEM. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK. THANK YOU. ENJOY. SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

“I know you are awake! Open the door! It's good news!” Your best-friend, and roommate kept calling your name through the door, yesterday wasn't a great night. You failed at the mission to be part of some runaways, because 'you don't fit the concept' so what else you could expect? How could you achieve your modeling career?

You opened the door, and your best-friend sprinted towards you, pushing you so you could lay again on bed. “You’ve some job to do tonight.” She told you, grabbing her phone from her pocket, “Oh my god, it's not my time to do the laundry this week- you know-“

“You´re going to a runaway! I got you the job!”

“what??“

And she was right. You got the job! But this didn't seem like a normal runaway at all. You were waiting for the make-up artist to arrive while everyone had already changed into some 'weird' clothes, mostly black and silver, which, you suppose that's the theme... but... some of them, had quite different accessories.

Handcuffs... nipple clamps, harness.... were those pet collars?... gags...

“Oh! You're the newbie! A friend of mine talked me about you.” A man got closer to you, he called your name and you simple nodded. ¨Great! Here, take your clothes, this are some puffy handcuffs, well, because you're new, and we don’t want to hurt those pretty wrists. You can ask someone else to help you put them on, then… we have a black basic satin dress, pretty cute! I know, and a satin matching blindfold. So now go! Fiu! Show me what you got butterfly!¨

W....what? Everything happened in a flash, everything is happening in a flash. He pushed you into what you suppose it's a changing room...

You changed into your new clothes... no shoes... they were doing your makeup, nothing too much, you could see it was pretty natural. ¨Oh dear, you're the new one right? Want me to help you with those?¨ The makeup artist signaled at the shiny silver handcuff, with some puffy black bom-boms, you shyly nodded.

Without you telling them, they also got the blindfold on your head, how were you supposed to see? Man, I don't even know, and they were already telling you to do a line.

They were about 2 people in front of you, seeing by the small space between your blindfold and nose, only seeing the floor and feet. You felt someone slightly pushing you to start walking.

You were praying to god to not let you fall this time, one two three, one two three, was all in your head, toe heel, toe heel, you're doing it great!

Not realizing some blur orbs followed you along.

You thought this was over? Well, too bad for you, because now it's exhibition time so buyers can see what they are buying to play with! Isn't this amazing?

You couldn't see anything, trying your best to stay still, but you swear some woman was examining even the pores of your face. “I've never seen you here? Are you new here?”

She got closer to you, feeling her breathing on your face, she grabbed your hair, twirling it around her finger. “Aren't you cute?” She pulled her finger with your hair, a small whine leaving you. “Get on your knees.”

Her voice sounded demanding, it's like something controlled you. You got one knee down first and then the other. She left an astonished laugh, like she couldn't believe what she saw... not like you can.

“You don't even know nothing about BDSM! What are you doing here?”

You could hear her saying some bad remarks of your posture and how you 'aren't well trained' hearing some giggles at the distant.

She mildly slapped you, causing you to finally break-down, some tears spilling out of your eyes, thanks to the embarrassment, you were scared, mostly because you don't know what you got into.

When you felt you were about to get another hit, another voice came into space.

“Why don't you respect the models who are offering you the little toys you will use for your couple? Or are you jealous they look better on her than in you?” Her hand was tightly trapped by the other persons hand. “You better leave, because security already knows what you did, and they'll get you.”

You heard a huff from the lady, you flinched at the feeling of someone else untying your blindfold to be met with some beautiful blue crystal eyes, some white hair, and a black suit. He might be the handsomest man you ever seemed in your life. He caressed your cheek, tilting your head to the side, searching for any bruises. Then he smiled with no teeth. “Get up darling, it's okay.”

You haven't realized the big height difference between you two until you were completely up.

“Thank you...?”

“Satoru darling, call me Satoru.”

“I can’t fucking believe you!” Your best friend laughed when you told her about what happened, if she’s isn’t a bitch….

“I don’t know how you can laugh at what YOU did.”

“If i’m being honest with you, I knew it was a bdsm runaway, been into that shit for some years now, but I didn’t know the GOJO SATORU was going to be there and save your ass! You don’t know how lucky you are”

“What are you talking about? They humiliated me there! At least they had to pay me as good as they did, and thankfully they also gave me a bonus for the ‘misunderstanding’ And I couldn’t care less about Gojo Satoru, I don’t even know who he is.”

Your friend gave you the same bitchy face as the old lady from the exhibition… asshole. “What do you mean you don’t know Gojo Satoru? He’s like one of the best fashionista’s not only in the BDSM style but, in Europe he’s an icon!”

“So…?” You asked, looking for your phone somewhere in the sheets of your bed.

“So? He’s like your big chance for your modeling career! The next Bella Hadid!” She made a gesture with her hands like a rainbow, while making a serious face trying to imitate a model.

When you found your phone, the first thing you saw in your lock screen was a new text-message from an unknown number, which you showed to your friend and signaled her to open it.

“No fucking way.” Your best friend took your phone out of your hands, she couldn’t believe it.

And no fucking way, indeed. The Gojo Satoru was offering you to work for him, not only as model but as… his sub?

What?…

As you entered his house, because, obviously your friend ‘wouldn’t let you loose a chance like this’, she taught you a little bit of what’s BDSM and how it’s executed beforehand. Something new for you, but you couldn’t criticize people for their sexual preferences when you haven’t even tried it yet.

You sat at an incredible large table on Satoru’s house, (more like a mansion for you), waiting for him. His, what you suppose, assistant, told you to wait there and brought you a glass of water. As you were looking around, Satoru sat next to you.

“It’s a pretty house, isn’t it?” You looked at his beautiful blue eyes, loosing yourself in them, even though you could barely see them with those black round little glasses he was using.

Both of your introduced to the other, more formally, pulling a small chat between the both of you to know each other. Where you work, how old are you, likes and dislikes, you learned he used to be a modeling teacher before he started his formal career as a fashionista, he was also a model, he achieved a lot of things even when he’s really young. He’s really charismatic and funny, made you feel like you known him for your whole life.

But then… He suddenly pulled a folder from down the table and put in front of you.

“You can found the contract for your modeling career, we give you a paycheck every month about 30k, depends on what you do, obviously, if you accept being my sub, that’s the price, if you want to only be a model it would be reduced to 15k. You can also found a paper where you’ll give your consent to what kinks, toys, you would like to use. Depending of how you adapt you can quit or add one. But for now, it’s for the first 3 months, then you could change it.”

…

….

What the fuck. Everything was going great, what happened to hello? How are you? this changed really, really quickly.

Satoru laughed at your innocence, you couldn’t believe what was happening that you didn’t even realized you said it out loud.

“Of course, you don’t have to sign the sub contract now, we can try some more vainilla things, or just model.”

“Vainilla?” You tilted your face, looking at him, you couldn’t deny it, he’s a nice, very nice, looking guy, broad shoulders, long and strong legs, same as the arms, tall, and a pretty smile. You felt really flustered when he defended you from that lady the other day.

“Yeah, vainilla, normal sex, just fuck you and that. Or…are you a virgin?” You felt the blood rushing to your face, how could he talk about this things so normally?

“I had sex… one-two times….” You said, in a shy voice which was barely loud enough to hear.

He chuckled, his hand sliding to grab yours. “Wanna have a third time?”

“Huh?” Did you heard that right? Is he asking you to have sex?

“Do you want me to fuck you so you can see if you feel comfortable?” This time he said it slower, trying to see if your confused face would change into something else so he can know if you understood him.

“H-here?…”

“If you want to fuck here, then I guess that’s okay! Tables can be quite useful” He stood up from his seat, unbuttoning his jacket.

“Wait, wait wait! No!” He took off his jacket, and he laughed. “I’m not undressing myself sweetheart, I can tell how you’re feeling about all this, is something new to you, I understand it.”

“Uh…” You really wanted to try this, it’s something new, and it sparked some curiosity in you.

“We can try kissing?”

“Kissing?” He seemed confused, he thought he would need you known you for some time more, so you could get familiar with him, but as it seemed, you were interested in this new world of BDSM.

“If you’re comfortable about that, it’s good for me, maybe later I can take you for a coffee or tea, depending what you like.” He gave you a small smile with a wink, sitting again.

Without giving a second thought, you stood up from your seat, taking shy steps until you were in front of him. Something about him felt so familiar, you couldn’t understand what made you feel comfortable in his presence, it’s like this was something you’ve done plenty of time. You slowly sat on his lap, grabbing your arms around his neck, his hand sliding around your waist. And like that, you gave him a small peck on his lips. His face was the same as you, shocked, he wouldn’t think you would have the courage to this.

You could see a small shade of pink on his cheeks and ears, making you giggle and give him another peck. This was fun. His hand grabbed your waist in a more possessive way, it’s like it was meant to be there.

His other hand, grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss.

You didn’t meant to rush it, but his lips on yours felt so good that your body started unconsciously moving back and forth, you heard a small groan coming out of him and the hand that was on your head slid down to grab you by the waist too, helping you straddle him.

A small whine left your mouth when the button of his jeans touched your clothed pussy, this feeling was so hard to explain, it just felt so right.

His lips felt just as soft and heavenly as your imagination had remembered, sweet and addicting just like him.

With a sigh, you slipped your hand into his hair, tugging a bit at the soft tendrils at the back of his head.

You nearly shivered at the grunt he let out in response to the action, bucking his hips up to meet yours making you let out a hum of approval into his mouth.

Rolling your hips down onto him in response, your breath caught in your throat as he gripped your hips to guide your movements into his bulge, thrusting up off the bed to meet you as you both let out noises of satisfaction into each other’s mouths.

“How slow do you want to take this?” He asked, almost sounding pained as he panted up at you. The look in his eyes wasn’t one you were familiar with on him; wild and nearly starved.

“I… I’ve just never…”

“It’s okay darling, i’ll help you through it.”

He gets you to lay down on the table, not completely, but comfortable enough. Satoru licks and pecks every part of your body. With your arms wrapped around his neck. He kisses you slowly from your forehead, nose, lips, shoulders, collarbone , and breasts . He stopped for a while, just about your nipple. He glances up at you for a minute , he can see you were showing your vulnerable and desperate body. It wasn’t your intention, but your position and expression showed it all.

A small smirk forms on his lips before he gets under your shirt and starts to slowly suck and lick on your nipple, from time to time. The sensation makes you whimper, but he was going painfully slow with everything. You want him inside of you already and to fuck you hard.

One of his hands slid through your body until your jeans. Unbuttoning them, he inserted his hand through your panties, his fingertips brushed through your folds, coating them in your juices and you whined when you felt him rub slowly at your clit. “how long have you been like this.” his voice was so calm, a contrast to how shaky your breath was.

“When I… I started kissing you.” You gasped and he started applying more pressure to your clit.

“Poor baby.” he cooed at you. “You must be so needy.” his fingers teased at your entrance and you bucked your hips towards his hand, causing him to chuckle.

He eased one of his fingers inside you and a soft moan left your lips, your hips moving to ride his finger, his eyes intensely staring at you. “more.” you whined quietly.

“More?” he smirked and inserted another finger, feeling how your walls clenched around his digits, his hand moving to match the movements of your hips, thrusting his finger in and out of your pussy and you could ear the wet sounds it did.

Your whimpers and moans started getting louder, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder over the fabric of his white shirt and he groaned at the feeling, letting his head fall back into your neck, staring at you with hooded eyes as you fucked yourself on his fingers. not only his fingers felt amazing but he also looked so good in front of you and just looking at him fingering you could send you over the edge. His thumb came up to rub at your clit and your teeth sinked into your bottom lip, the feeling becoming too intense.

His fingers thrusted inside of you faster and deeper, your juices running down his hand as his thumb applied even more pressure on your clit and you were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even kiss him properly anymore, too focused on how good his fingers felt inside you.

“Cum on my fingers, baby.” He broke the kiss for a short second, encouraging you, and then went back to devouring your mouth. your fingers intertwined with the locks of his hair, pulling slightly at it causing him to groan and the feeling became too much to hold it in anymore, he suddenly stopped. A familiar ring coming through your phone. He chuckled at your face. Dry tears covered your face, hickeys all around your neck, and you were slowly moving your hips to gain the friction back.

You left a small whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, he inserted them on his mouth, moaning at the taste. He then grabbed your phone and gave it to you.

“That’s only a preview of what you could get if you accept my offer” And with that, he just winked and left.

A/N: This was really rushed tbh, i thought of turning this into a series, but recently i've been feeling pretty bad with my english, mostly because i think i'm not good enough at writing, or expressing the story the way i would've wanted to be. I have plently of cool ideas, but i can't do them since i feel like they won't be good enough. And that's how i've been feeling about my writings recently, i think they're REALLY bad. So i might take a break, idk, maybe keep trying, or just quit. I'm still thinking about it. So i hope you enjoyed this one :)

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader smut

[undobutton]

White Towels! Damien x Reader

warnings: Swearing ofc, yelling, arguments, suggestive, mentions of sex, no actual sex.

genre: fluff? established relationship

wc: 702

characters: #1 prince of hell! Damien LaVey!

synopsis: You and Damien argue over who gets the top bunk

a/n: I wrote this forever ago, it's been in my drafts for ages but now it's all done! i will cry when it comes time to update my masterlists I colored what you say since there's a lot of dialogue. Damien. Reader.

“NO, YOU FUCK HEAD!”

“NO, YOU FUCK HEAD!”

“JUST SLEEP ON THE BOTTOM BUNK!”

“NO!”

“WHY NOT! YOU’RE ALWAYS FINE WITH BEING UNDER ME!”

“OH HARDY-HAR-HAR!”

“IT’S TRUE!”

“WERE GOING TO BED, NOT FUCKING!”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK”

“YEAH WELL- what?”

“what?”

“What did you just say Damien?” You ask, arms crossed, throat sore.

The two of you are out on a mini vacation for a date, it was your anniversary gift to him (The ability to gain a reputation for trouble in another dimension before blowing it up.) 

But the hotel you’re staying in only has bunk beds for sleeping arrangements. And this dimension has bunks for most- if not all arrangements. Bunk sofas, bunk chairs, bunk banks That Damien is especially excited about, bunk bookshelves, bunk airplanes, and much more. 

But unlike everything else where you two are able to go for top or bottom without so much as thinking about it. The top bunk is where you both want to sleep. 

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you have yet to share a bed outiside of sex. but the idea of sleeping together has been skilfully avoided, causing this mess.

“What I said is not important! What is important is that you let me sleep on the top bunk!” He pouts. matching your mannerisms.

“No it’s not! this is so insignificant!”

“Well, if it’s so insignificant then lemme  sleep on the top!”

“No!”

“Well I’m a the prince of Hell so-”

“Put your royalty card right back up your ass!”

“Put it there yourself!”

“don’t threaten me with a good time LaVey!”

“Don’t use your horny on my threats!"

“You started it!”

“No!”

“Yes!"

“No!”

“Yes!”

 As you two pointlessly argue Damien steps closer and closer, you do the same. Until you’re practically chest to chest glaring into eachothers eyes. 

The funky part about this is that neither of you are mad. Damien lost the ability to cover his feelings for you with rage ages ago, and you just think he’s too pretty to be mad at. So this is truly just a fun game you’re playing. 

Looking into his golden eyes, you remember that. The thought makes you smile. He frowns in response.

“What’s so funny, fucknut?”

“Well-” You start.

“Uhm, I-I have towels.”

You both look to the door and see a bear-dog hybrid (don’t ask) holding white towels with a look of terror on their face. Temporarily dropping the ‘argument’ you and Damien head over to them.

“I don’t mean to interrupt. I just forgot to drop them off earlier. And then I heard you two arguing and I thought I should leave you alone. But what if you got-”

“Give us the fucking things and scram. We’re busy.” Damien growls. Making the poor bear-dog whimper. 

“Thanks!” You say taking the towels off their hands. They look at you and relax a bit.

“A-also, I don’t mean to pry but. Why not share the top bunk? This hotel was made for couples on double dates…”

You and Damien look at each other, heat capturing your faces.

“Uhm… go away please.” You beam. Taking a step closer to your boyfriend.

“Oh yes of course! Be sure to call down if you need anything!” They say running off.

“Do you want to share the bed with me Damien?” You ask. 

The demon blushes, leaning against the white bunk couch next to the door. 

“I don’t fucking know… I’ll share the bed with you if you want.” he mumbles.

You sigh, placing the towels on the living room table. 

“I want to sleep on the top bunk, and if there just so happens to be a spicy red adult who is already laying in that bed. Then I think I’d be okay with that. I might actually prefer to have him there than sleep alone in that big bed.” You state, batting your eyelashes at him. He smirks, walking to sit on the bottom bunk of the couch.

“Well, I wanna sleep on the top bunk too. And… I’ll beat you there!” He yells, taking off.

“Hey no fair!” You shout after him. as your joint laughter fills the room. 

reblogs greatly appreciated! -button🌺

#damien lavey #damien lavey x reader #damien lavey monster camp #damien lavey monster prom #monster camp #monster prom #monster camp x reader #monster prom x reader #monster prom 2

[pupgawa]

I saw your other post about this and i just loooove your writing so much!!! If its okay for you, may i request dazai, atsushi and fyodor getting pegged for the first time aswell? Take care, stay hydrated. Thank you💛💛

Something new 🍯

( Pt. 2 )

A/N: THANK YOU NONNIE !! I'm so glad my orders satisfy your cravings <33 subby men are my life so your order is my command ?

pairings: dazai, atsushi, Fyodor x reader

cw/tags: sub!dazai, sub!atsushi, sub!Fyodor, Dom!reader, pegging, gender is not specified, Afab gentiles ( pussy, clit, tits etc. ), Praise, degradation, choking, mating press , power bottom! Fyodor

Dazai was actually the one who suggested it, thinking it would be nice to let you have control for once, oh you've been waiting for this ! You were just much to scared to bring it up.

You withdrew your fingers from out the brunette's slick and lubed up hole, he lets out a groan in pleasure as he leans his head back into the bed.

You chuckle softly, watching him writhe in pleasure underneath you, whining a little, his hole clenching around nothing.

“ belladonnaaaa .. come on you can't just tease me like this ” he complains. You entangled your fingers into his hair and tugged it twords you, hearing him moan.

“ shut up, whore, I'll go as slow or as fast as I want to, you're on bottom here ” you whisper into his ear, watching him shudder.

You let go of his hair and bring his legs around your waist, rubbing the toy against his hole, before pushing it in.

Pegging dazai is rough, mean and full of degration, spitting out mean words to him and watching him go crazy.

It means finally letting go and letting out all your sexual frustrations out on him, because that's what dazai wants, he wants his pretty baby not to be stressed anymore.

You let out a soft moan as the harness slightly bumps against your clit, which makes you pick up your pase.

Dazai notices this and rocks his hips back into you more, giving you the friction you want.

Pegging dazai means to wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, squeezing your fingers around the side of his neck semi-firmly and choking him.

Hearing dazai let out a choked out moan in response.

It also means roughly slapping him across the face when he accidentally mouths off to you.

Don't worry, Dazai gave you full consent to it all.

Atsushi was quite embarrassed when you brought up pegging at first, but hey, he's down to try anything at least once, how is he supposed to know he doesn't like it if he doesn't try it, he thinks of it as trying a new food he hasn't tried before.

“ are you sure , Atsushi ? ” you asked, Atsushi nods his head flashing you a reassuring smile.

“ I mean yeah ! You always enjoy this position, so I wanted to see what was up, unless you don't want to ? Because that's fine- ” you cut him off with a gentle kiss to his lips.

“ no no, I'll do it, just wanted to make sure you were alright with it, don't want to hurt you ”

“ trust me, I'm a lot more flexible then you are ”

Both of you laugh together, you grip onto his thighs and push his legs up to his shoulders, pinning them to his chest, then mounting him, putting him into a mating press.

Spitting onto your hand and rubbing up and down the toy, making sure it was wet enough to cause as less discomfort as possible.

Then you slid it, listening to atsushi mewling underneath you.

Pegging atsushi is slow and passionate at first, slowly rocking into him, watching his cock twitch pathetically between your bodies.

It means praising him and telling him that he's a good boy and that he's doing well

He'll whine for more, begging for you to praise him more

Call him your pretty boy and he'll go nuts.

Expect him to be loud once you really get into it, as you rock your hips faster into him, the sound of your thighs meeting the back of his is music to his ears and yours.

Pegging atsushi is listening to him moan, cry and hiccup out of pleasure and watching him crumble underneath you.

You're the only one who gets to see him this vulnerable

Only you are ♡

There's no hiding anything from Fyodor, the thought of pegging enters your mind ? Fyodor is already aware, he can see the way you look at him as you daydream about it, it's cute, Fyodor will amuse you just this once.

Fyodor shoves you down onto your back, crawling on top of you.

He allows you to think you're in control but with Fyodor, you never really are.

“ what, did you think I was actually going to let you have control here ? Maybe you don't know me as well as you think .. ~ ” He coos, caressing your cheek, you give a small smirk “ I didn't say I didn't like it ” you respond.

“ good mouse ” he teases, taking the lube from the bedside table and spreading it around his fingers, bringing them up to his own hole.

Pegging Fyodor means you have to watch him finger himself open for you, thrusting two fingers inside of himself and making a scissor motion with his fingers.

This is the loudest you've ever heard Fyodor

Fyodor is a very selfish man generally, but when it comes to you, not so much, he likes to give pleasure as well.

For example the strap on he's picked has a small bump which hits your clit nicely, making sure you were unaware of that fact, his face twists into a smug expression watching your eyes widen in surpise, watching you attempt to thrust upwards .

It's cute that you think you have control though, darling ♡ he holds you down and moves his hips at his own pace.

Pegging Fyodor means you're a lot louder than he is, your moans drowns out the sounds of his silent grunts as he drives his hips down onto the toy.

His hands are large enough to hold both your wrists in one of them, his free hand going down to squeeze your breasts a little and play with your nipples.

Pegging Fyodor means hearing a long, luxurious moan as he cums all over his stomach.

Pegging Fyodor Dostoevsky is a pleasurable experience for the both of you ♡

#bsd🍡 #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #candy🍰 #nonniesorder🧸 #osamu dazai 🍘 #osamu dazai x you #dazai smut #atsushi nakajima 🍯 #atsushi x you #atsushi smut #Fyodor Dostoevsky 🍮 #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #fyodor smut

[midnightlizard]

Dance?

Kate Bishop x gn!reader

Summary: You ask Kate to dance, but you didn't want to dance. But she says yes, so now you have to dance.

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Word count: 656

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"will you do the honor of dancing with me?"

She turned her head at your question, seeing your almost kneeling form with your hand extended to her, the person talking to her giving a short goodbye before leaving you alone.

"you want to dance?" the archer asked, emphasizing the first word, a knowning glint in her eyes and an amused smile on her lips.

"ok" she said simply, drawing a step closer to you.

You straightened your posture, retreating your hand, letting it fall to your side. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, making Kate's smile grow bigger. You definitely weren't expecting this outcome. And as if she was reading your mind she added, "you didn't expect me to say yes, did you?"

"no, I actually didn't" You answered, making her giggle.

"honey I know you hate dancing as much as I do, plus, you are totally incapable of dancing" she accused. Ignoring the warmth in your chest because of the pet name, your blinked your eyes fast and put a hand on your chest, causing Kate to roll her eyes.

Again she advanced towards you, until your chests were mere centimeters away from each other, and extended her hand

"come on, take my hand"

You tilted your head, uncertainty clear on your face, not moving from your position you spoke up

"you know what? I changed my mind"

Her teasing smile now turned into a soft and encouraging one.

"let me guide you, you won't mess it up"

She offered, making the desicion for you and taking your hand in hers, putting them in the air. Grabbing the other hand, she put it on her waist, and placed her own on your shoulder, starting to sway to the rhythm of the music.

It was only a few steps and your hand already left her body for about five times to adjust your hair, an unnecessary move, but the darked haired girl didn't pick up on your real motives, or if she did, she decided not to comment on it. Instead she circled your wrist and put it back in its original place "keep your hand on my waist"

You nodded, her soft voice doing something to sooth your nerves. If she tried to make conversation after, you didn't notice, hyper aware of all the people dancing or looking at you, especially one-

"hey! (Y/N)!" she whisper-yelled, making you raise your head, looking in her eyes.

"are you nervous?"

"uh, kinda? I mean-yes yes I am" you nod your head, blabbering on your words. At this Kate squeezed your hand searching for your eyes, indicating she was waiting for more.

"they're looking at me, at you, all of these people, your mother is looking at us and I'm almost tripping with every step. You shouldn't be seen dancing like this-shouldn't be seen dancing with-"

"(Y/N)" she called, stopping you from your rant, and your dance at the same time.

"(Y/N), stop it's okay. They're not looking at us and even if they are, let them look, we're hot" the archer shrugged, giggling at her own joke before she continued "and without you I would be standing in a corner somewhere, bored out of my mind, so don't stress out, mh?"

The brown eyed girl barely waited for any sign from you and spoke up

"don't look at the floor, look at me, no need to rush and don't focus too much, just follow my steps"

And you started doing just that.

"see? You're doing great. You had the perfect teacher after all" She tried to play it cool.

"you never danced in your entire life!" You replied, rolling your eyes and nudging her nose with your own. Har act broke, looking into your eyes, soft smile on her lips, and you were finally able to forget about everyone in the room but the one that was in your arms.

Kate Bishop Masterlist

MCU Masterlist - General Masterlist

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #hawkeye #hawkeye x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x reader

[nylashimxari]

Redacted characters as songs

A/n: this would have been angsty if it wasn’t 7:02 in the morning where I live and I haven’t slept. I only done this with a few characters cause my brain is fried currently, I have like 10 drafts I need to finish and post.

David shaw:

Joshua - Dolly Parton

‘It growled at me and I swallowed hard, when he spoke his voice was low and deep but he just didn’t frighten me, ‘cause somehow I just knew he wasn’t mean’

Asher Talbot:

Harness your hopes - Pavement

‘Harness your hopes on just one person, You know, because a harness was only made for one. Cauterized in syrup and syrup's not molasses and I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us to anything that moves’

Milo Greer:

That’s what I like - Bruno Mars

Jump in the Cadillac, Girl let's put some miles on it, Anything you want just to put a smile on it, you deserve it baby, you deserve it all and I'm gonna give it to you. Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white. Lucky for you, that's what I like’

Vincent Solaire:

Bring me to life - Evanescence

‘Wake me up inside, save me, Call my name and save me from the dark, wake me up, Bid my blood to run, I can't wake up, Before I come undone, save me, Save me from the nothing I've become. Bring me to life, I've been living a lie There's nothing inside’

Sam Collins:

Before he cheats - Carrie Underwood

‘I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all four tires, Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats’

Gavin:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

‘I broke apart my insides, I've got no soul to sell, Help me, the only thing that works for me, Help me get away from myself. I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You can have my isolation, You can have the hate that it brings, You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything’

Damien:

Do I wanna know? - Artic Monkeys

‘Do I wanna know?, If this feelin' flows both ways? Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day’

Huxley:

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

‘I think of her so much, it drives me crazy. I just don't want her to leave me. Don't you give me up, please don't give up Honey, I belong with you and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you, babe (you) Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you’

Lasko:

For the First Time - Mac Demarco

‘While she's been away, Living day-to-day has been tough. Without her at my side, Simply being alive has been rough and though she won't be gone forever, There are many times I find it feels that way and I'm not trying to forget her just understand how I'll be feeling on that day. It's just like seeing her for the first time again’

Kody:

Pumped up kicks - foster the people

‘Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah he found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run faster than my bullet’

#redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted kody #redacted damn crew #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted audio

[urtheloml]

wonder how we got this far (i don't really need to wonder at all)

pairing: bakugou x reader w/c: 9k synopsis: you're excited about the prom, bakugou is not— disagreement ensues a/n: i'm back... first post of 2023 n the year is almost over... embarrassing 🧍🏼‍♂️this is the third n final installation to my little white lie mini-series!! read part 1 here n part 2 here!! this can be read as a standalone too :3 uhm... i started this fic in like... april (??) n completely forgot abt it until last week so i have no idea what the original plot was going 2 be but i think it turned out okay (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) also i know this fic is SOOOO overdramatic but i have watched every single movie that had a major prom scene (hsm3, the duff, mean girls, etc) n growing up, i looked forward it to SO bad that i literally used it as motivation to do well in exams. but then COVID happened so no prom experience for me so this is me basically projecting onto my writing!! okay mwah hope u like it xx o((>ω< ))o!!

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. The opening scene of the Bee Movie plays like a mantra in your head as you're searching for something in your closet. Your ears pick up the occasional grunt or cheer from your boyfriend, who's currently laying in your bed with his DS in hand, and your eyes roll affectionately.

You can't find what you're looking for so you abandon the mess you've made in your drawer and turn to Bakugou instead. "'Katsu, have you seen my can of body glitter? It's in a little purple spray bottle."

Bakugo barely glances your way, "No, why would I have seen that. Why d'ya need it anyway?"

Your body slumps against his comfortably as you cosy up next to him on your bed and even if it's been a while, your heart still skips when he immediately tangles his legs with yours. "I need it to make myself glittery for the prom, duh. You can use it too if you want before we leave."

"Huh?"

"The prom. The dance thing we're going to, in like three days?"

Bakugou's eyebrows scrunch up confusedly as he puts his DS down and immediately a bad premonition settles in your gut. "What are you talking about? I never said I was going to that shit."

Ah. There it is. You're glad he put his game down 'cause if he wasn't looking at you while you're about to have this conversation then his console might have landed outside your window right about now. You're looking at him incredulously when you say, "What do you mean you're not going? You're my boyfriend so you have to go. It's like an unspoken rule... you can't not go to prom. Who's gonna take me then? You want me to go alone, like some loser?"

The barrage of questions makes him smile amusedly at you, but for once the sight of it induces anything but affection in you. There's no way he's taking you seriously right now. Bakugou scoffs and turns back to his game, "Huff all you want, princess, but I'm not going to the prom."

Before he can start a new game, your body lands on top of him unceremoniously so you have his undivided attention. "'Tsuki! This is our one and only prom as high schoolers. Doesn't that mean anything to you? I want to go and dance with my girls and I want to dance with you. Please?"

His jaw ticks, and he looks away from you because he knows if he stares too long then he'll cave. He refuses to go and you're not about to sway him. He has his own reasons for not wanting to go and he'll stand by them if it's the last thing he'll do.

"I told you I ain't fuckin' going, alright? You can go with your friends and you can have fun and dance with them but I'm not going. Stop pushing me on this."

His voice comes out hard and unwavering, leaving no room for argument. Also, you can't believe he just called you pushy. Bakugou, who forced a confession out of you just because he wanted you to say it first. He underestimates your persistence though, because next thing he knows, you're leaning down like you're about to kiss him and his eyes are already half-lidded but instead you bite down harshly on his nose.

Bakugou yelps but that doesn't deter you. "Can you at least tell me why you don't want to go? Because you don't want to go to a lot of things with me but you always end up going anyway. Like the nail salon, or Bath and Body Works. Why's it different this time?"

His eyes narrow and he shifts beneath you, probably trying to escape your shit fuck ton of questions but you're caging him in. He stays quiet for a whole three minutes when he finally says, "I just don't want to go, fuck, can't you just let it go and compromise for fucking once?"

What. "What?"

“I’m just saying,” Bakugou sneers, propping his elbow up below his head, “you shouldn’t be forcing me to go. You said it yourself, ya know, it feels like I’m always doing what you want.”

You falter. "That's bullshit, Katsuki. You're being really mean right now."

It seems that you used the wrong choice of words because his face turns gloomy, and you can tell he’s biting the inside of cheek as hard as he can. He places his forearm over his eyes so he can physically block out your reaction when he practically spits, “Why don’t you go date golden boy Kirishima if you think I’m so mean, huh?”

Woah. That was a low fucking blow and he knows it. He regrets bringing up his best friend’s name the moment the words leave his mouth because the way you inhale sharply and get off of him fearing for his life. The hairs on his arms rise when you start speaking to him scoldingly, and he won't even deny that he deserves it.

“I cannot believe you’re still using that against me, ‘Suki, that was more than a year ago! And don’t give me shit about not knowing how to compromise because I always eat the food you make. Even when you make it spicy on purpose even though you know I can’t handle it. And you know what? I don’t particularly like going to the gym with you on the weekends, but I still always go! And maybe sometimes I wish we could have more than just study dates but I stay and read with you anyway. And I always, always, forgive you when you do stupid shit like forgetting our anniversary or- or when you make me cry."

Almost as if your body takes cue from your words, you can feel a familiar stinging sensation creep up behind your eyelids. It starts a chain reaction because somehow Bakugou barrels on. Even though his face blanches when he sees the water on your lash line, he can’t seem to stop his mouth from moving.

"Well, fuck, sorry I'm such a shitshow to handle, princess. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date me. But if you’re so tired of me already, then why don't you just break up with me, huh?"

No longer was there a trace of affection or playfulness in the way he calls you ‘princess’. The word drips with condescension and malice and your heart cracks a bit at the way he speaks about himself. Bakugou's sitting on the bed now, looking up at you as you stand before him.

Yet, your gaze holds nothing but warmth and frustrated tears when you look at him. Because, much to your dismay, you also always know when there’s something up with Bakugou . He leans away for a moment when your hands come up to touch his head, but decides to let himself fall into your touch in the end.

Bakugou buries his face against your stomach, gripping onto the back of your shirt with crumpled fists. Gently, your hand cards through his messy hair, “Baby, I never said that. I never said you were hard to deal with. You’re a very easy person to deal with, and an even easier person to love. And I have never, ever, thought about leaving you. Okay? I’m sorry for making you think that."

He nods into you, the movement tickles your abdomen and he does it again and again until you start giggling and pushing his head away. Bakugou rests his chin against your navel, looking up at you with slightly glassy eyes. He knows he doesn’t deserve the kindness you’re laying onto him, doesn't deserve you in general, but he still reaches up to swipe a thumb under your eye.

“No, I was out of line. I shouldn't have said all that. I’m sorry, I was bein’ rude as shit.”

The truth is, Bakugou isn't really that easy to deal with. You can handle him just fine because you've had years of practice. To an untrained eye, maybe it'll look bad for him when he scoffs a fuck off everytime you ask to hold his hand. But you know he never means it because he always takes your hand anyway, intertwining his fingers with yours. And then he'll squeeze your hand three times; i love you, i love you, i love you.

So no, he isn't easy to deal with. His body language and words don't always correspond to what he's trying to convey but it's still plainly obvious that he quite stupidly adores you anyway. He'll yell at you for forgetting your wallet, he'll call you an idiot the whole day and then he'll pay for your lunch and walk you home the same day. If you get cold for forgetting a cardigan, he'll tease and taunt you for a whole five minutes maximum before giving you his own that he just somehow keeps forgetting to take out of his bag, as he says. He'll make a face like he just ate a lemon when he tries and fails to not make fun of you if you don’t score so well on a test, and then he’ll tutor you for hours on end until you can get it right.

It gets quite predictable.

He pulls you down then, letting your bodyweight sink onto his lap and presses a kiss against your lips in apology and you hate that it works. Hate that he can erase every mistake with a press of his lips to yours, because he never kisses you without meaning it. And you know he means to say sorry with the way his tongue slips into your mouth.

Unfortunately, the argument does not end.

He pulls away, breathing heavier than before. The bubble of calmness and comfort around you bursts explosively however when he mutters, “‘M still not going to the prom, though.”

It's not like you didn't see this coming. You knew that he didn't really care about prom, no matter how badly you wanted him to. You just thought that maybe he'd take you anyway. The thought of going without him makes your chest clench because you could have the time of your life with your girls but it won't feel the same without him next to you.

Maybe he's right. Maybe you do make him do things he doesn't really want to. But then again, you do the same for him. You're left confused and defeated when it's time for him to leave and he's still adamant on not going. On one hand, you don't want to force him to go. But on another, you really do wish he'd change his mind.

You're silent as you show him out, and he notices but he stays quiet too and in his head, he beats himself for being a coward. He hates himself for not being able to talk to you properly. He knows very well that if he just told you what's up with him then you'd understand, and you could still probably convince to go to the dance. But he doesn't speak up.

Right before he leaves, he leans down to kiss you goodnight but you turn away at the last moment so his lips meet your cheek instead. Slowly, you press a palm against his heart, pushing him away and pretending you can’t hear how it stutters at your denial.

"Hey, before you go, I'm sorry if I'm being pushy again but you-,” your voice trails off, and you sigh defeatedly, “you can't keep making me cry and just expect to kiss it better all the time, okay? And I know you don't mean to do it, but it still hurts, Bakugou. I'm tired of getting hurt all the time and I'm not forcing you to go, but I hope you know that it really fucking sucks that my own boyfriend won't go to the dance with me, and it sucks even more that he won't even tell me why."

Bakugou? What happened to Katsu or ‘Suki, he mourns internally. He keeps a blank face but it feels like the blood within his veins just got replaced with pure fucking ice as he lets your words sink in. He refuses to let his facade break but it feels like someone is grabbing him by the throat and he can’t seem to breathe right.

"If you keep making me feel like this, one day I'm not just gonna let you kiss it all better. 'Cause sooner or later, you're gonna run out of chances."

Bakugou stays unanswering, and you look at him pleadingly for him to just talk to you but he doesn't. It's not until you go to close your door that he finally speaks, voice soft but accusing, "You just said you've never thought of leaving me, and now just 'cause I'm not taking you to some stupid dance, you're taking it all back?"

If Bakugou had superpowers, pissing you off would definitely be one of them. You resist the urge to stomp your foot childishly, because you know that won't help to get your point across. Your teeth bite down on nothing as harshly as possible because you don't want to start arguing again, it won't solve anything. He knows that too, and even though your hands stay right by your side, he feels like he was just punched in the jaw when you meet his eyes and he finds that somehow, he managed to make you cry twice in one night.

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe this isn't just some stupid dance to me? I get it, okay, that it's not your scene or whatever, and it doesn't matter to you but it really matters to me," you tell him as placatingly as possible, and his eyes are as clouded as his judgement, "I've waited a long time for this, and I never thought I'd even be lucky enough to have someone who means so much to me to go with. And if you can't even see how important it is to me that I want you with me at this stupid dance, then you're the worst. The worst."

With that, you finally shut the door in his face. His muffled protests behind the slab of wood go ignored in favour of stomping back to your room. Bakugou's insufferable! He's stupid and stubborn and temperamental. He's a hothead that jumps headfirst into anything he does with everything he's got.

He's the worst. (he's the furthest thing from it)

⚝ ⚝ ⚝

Neither you nor Bakugou give in to the temptation of calling one another. When you see him in class, you don't look at him and you go straight home. The both of you being too stubborn to admit defeat by reaching out first. It hurts to admit though, that for once you wish he'd just call you. A mere three days of radio silence on both your ends doesn't do wonders for your relationship, it chips away at both of you until the hurt simmmers to a seemingly numb feeling in your hearts.

As you think of ways to spite him, your mind comes up with the idea of going with someone else. But you don't entertain that thought for longer than a second, because that would be cheating and you'd never stoop that low. He probably wouldn't even know if you did anyway.

The night before the prom, you sit on your bed forlornly, twirling the little charm bracelet that slings around your wrist. It's a cute thing that Bakugou gifted you a few months ago. It was a simple purple band with two star charms on its ends and a little saturn charm in the middle. He has a matching one in blue.

"It's beautiful, 'suki. Why saturn?" You had asked.

"Uh... I don't- I read somewhere that it kinda symbolises growth and commitments. And you know, that fits us." Katsuki answered, withholding the fact that he spent three hours reading multiple astrology sites about it even though he quite frankly thinks it's bullshit but didn't want to get the meaning wrong anyway.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause I wanna fucking commit to you and I'm gonna be everything you’ll ever need.”

The bracelet jingles lightly as you fidget with it. Your phone lays on your bed with no signs of him calling and a deep crushing sigh escapes you as you prepare yourself for another night of tossing and turning. The memory of what the bracelet meant lulls you to sleep and you're left wondering if he's still wearing it too, which makes you wonder even more if he's missing you as much as you're missing him or if he's missing you at all. It's hardly noticeable but you think your cheeks feel damp as your eyes fall close.

⚝ ⚝ ⚝

In his own room, Bakugou lets the dumbbell he's curling fall to the floor. He barely hears the resounding thud it makes or his mom yelling at him for dropping the weight like that. He flops onto his bed, arms spread and neck spotted with sweat. His mind swims with thoughts of you and he wishes it wasn't so hard for him to just fucking open up to you. His insides twist just thinking about the way he left things with you, it makes him feel stupid and he hates it.

It's not like he doesn't want to take you to the prom. If anything, he'd love to do that. He wants to show you off so bad. Have you all pretty, draped over his arm and looking gorgeous in whatever dress you wanted to wear. God does he want to, he wants everyone to see you with him and he'd bask in his smugness that no one else gets to have you like this but him. He'd relish in the absolute envy on anyone else's face as that saw you with him. Because everyone knows, including himself, that you're too good for him. And now he's gone and fucked it all up.

For all the confidence he exudes, Bakugou Katsuki is actually not someone who's void of insecurities. If anything, his confidence is just a front to his crackling interior. But not always, because sometimes he is quite the hot shit. Anyway.

Contrary to your belief, he doesn't want to go to the prom for your sake. He's heard the things people have said about you- or rather, he's heard what has been said about you in regards to your relationship with him. Just thinking about it makes him feel nauseous all over again. He wasn't supposed to hear it, he thinks.

He'd been walking past the girl's toilet whilst looking for you. It wasn't on him that girls talk so fuckin' loudly. Like c'mon, in his defence, if you're going to talk shit about someone, at least do it quietly so that the person aforementioned won't hear his own name like a siren beckoning him to eavesdrop. So really, it's not his fault for pressing his back against the wall to hear the rest. He can't put a name to the two voices (why would he be able to) but from what they're saying, they know him apparently.

..."... I bet he's forcing her. To date him, I mean."

"I don't know... they seem pretty lovey-dovey and all gross to me. If you ask me, she should leave now and find someone better."

"That's called conditioning. Or like, stockholm syndrome. I mean, let's be serious, who wants to willingly date Bakugou of all people. He's like if the word aggression was personified. He's mental, I swear."

They laugh, gaudy.

"I bet he's gonna show up to the dance with the poor girl, 'cause he's way too fucking clingy. Have you noticed that he's practically by her side almost 24/7. Hope they don't turn up together, like give that girl a break."

So. He wasn't supposed to hear that. He wasn't supposed to fucking hear that, and for a good fucking reason. At that moment, it felt like his heart was stuck in his throat while simultaneously, his stomach dropped to his ass. He doesn't cry. He's not that bothered by it. But it makes his head spin that people actually think of him like that.

By then, he wasn't thinking straight, because if he was, then he'd know not to make assumptions about how everyone felt about him based on two girls' conversation. Alas, he's not thinking straight, so, fuck it.

He doesn't know if you remember but he barely said anything when he walked you home.

It hurt him, but everything they said about him wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. It was the way they talked about you that got to him. How you were unhappy or being forced, they said. It's the way he's tried his hardest to pour his heart and soul into you and him and it's still seemingly not enough for people around him to think that you're both undeniably gone for each other.

It makes him upset, because he thinks he's been doing a pretty good job at showing you just how much you mean to him, but apparently fuckin' not. He's obviously not doing something right. Which makes him feel frustrated because he can't figure it out. He tells you he loves you plenty. Okay, maybe not plenty but he does say it. He says it and he knows you know that he’s trying to show it in his own words. He always keeps a jacket for you, he’s never let you fail a test since you got together and he always always makes you extra food that he makes for himself. Maybe he’s done something wrong along the way.

It's not like he unintentionally made the food spicy for you. Sometimes it just slips his mind that your portion can't be the same level of spicy as his is. And he knows how sad you get when you fail an exam, which is why he forgoes normal dates to sit and study with you. Of course he'd much rather do something like hiking or fucking, he doesn't know, laser tag with you, but he'd always put your education first. He knows how much it means to you after all.

An ugly feeling nags at him. It makes him want to pull away from you, show some distance so people would stop talking for a bit. But another part of him wants to run to your house right now and tell you I'm sorry. please don't leave. I can do better. Neither of those feelings actually make him do anything, though, because he's stubborn and refuses to cave.

Ugh. He thinks, before promptly passing out on his bed.

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The evening of the prom arrives. You're standing in front of your mirror, all dressed up and pretty. Your dress accentuates your curves amazingly and you've adorned your cheeks with small star-shaped rhinestones and sprayed a generous amount of body glitter all over yourself. The shimmer makes itself known in every crevice of your room but it doesn't bother you right now.

An imaginary Bakugou makes himself comfortable on your bed. He's eyeing you up and down and groaning appreciatively at the sight he's been blessed with. Fuckin' gorgeous, he says, just like you know he would if he were actually here. You're wearing his colours after all.

Your hands smooth down your dress incessantly for the nth time that night, as if getting rid of the imperceptible wrinkles on your dress would get rid of the thoughts in your head as well. It doesn't, but it makes you feel calmer. Maybe some would call it dramatic, or stupid, but you don't even really feel like going without him.

You don't want to miss out on your prom, and you still want to dance with your friends and eat cheap shitty food though. So maybe your hair droops a little, akin to your mood, but you leave your house shining and smiling anyway.

And when you get there, things start looking up. Whoever's in charge of the music has been doing an amazing job of not playing Closer by the Chainsmokers on repeat yet so that's win in your book. In fact, they're not playing any songs that would give the average retail worker war flashbacks, which means they're doing a phenomenal job.

The hall is mostly full by the time you and your friends find a table near the back. There's a line at the punch table and you can already tell that it's probably spiked with something judging by the students practically dry-humping one another on the dancefloor, much to one of the school's chaperone's dismay.

The first hour passes by without a hitch. The buffet table is lined with cheap pizzas, stale fries and other questionable foods like jello cups that you're not sure is even made with real jelly. But your friends eat it anyway and you do too because food poisoning's all part of the party package.

At the back of the hall, there's a photo booth with props and signs for everyone to take. Your friends and yourself take ungodly amounts of pictures at the booth, laughing loudly without a care in the fucking world. You don't let yourself think about how Bakugou would scoff at the choice of props, you refuse to let yourself think about how he'd pose after choosing something equally stupid and you absolutely do not let yourself think about how much brighter you'd be smiling if he were here with you. You don't.

The sound system blares songs from bands you're somewhat familiar with, the bass of the songs echo and reverberate throughout the dancehall. It amplifies the adrenaline running through your veins as you jump around with the rest of the people in the hall. It feels silly and unnatural but you're giggling and swaying and it isn't so bad when you've got your girls right next to you doing the same thing.

It's easy to forget about all the aches when you let yourself get lost in the crowd. You're pushed into the middle of the dancefloor that's definitely filled with people who don't go to your school.

A song that you vaguely recognise by The Weeknd plays over the speakers and it's so fast paced that your heart thumps to the bass of the song. The tremors echo through the hall, shaking the floor and it becomes so easy to forget why you were upset in the first place.

The song ends and cheers from half-drunk high schoolers fills the temporary silence that follows. The DJ announces that he's about to slow things down a little for a kick of romance. He stretches out the word romance so it sounds more like roooowmaynceee and when the music fades into something mellower, it becomes even easier to remember.

It becomes increasingly harder to ignore the pitiful glances your friends send your way as they're whisked away by their own dates. Humiliation and longing pools in your belly as you watch your friends get their waists held and their bodies swayed and it fucking sucks. Even though you wave dismissively at them, it does look quite pathetic when you slowly move to stand against the wall by yourself.

Your eyes sweep over the couples dancing, and you pray that no one asks you to dance while you're being a wallflower. You don't think you'd want to dance with anyone but him anyway. Distantly, your mind wanders to Bakugou, and you're left thinking about what he must be doing at this hour. Maybe he's studying, or watching a movie, or cooking something inedible like always. Maybe he's already asleep. Maybe he's missing you and he's on his way over here right now.

Nobody is crueler to you than yourself, you think, as you let your mind wander dangerously into that false pretence of hope that he might change his mind about showing up.

There's a phantom feeling that glides over your skin as you watch your friends dance, and you wrap your hands around your elbows to soothe it. The sweat from your earlier dancing cools off as the air in the hall gets cooler and you're not sure if it's the crisp, cold air, or the fact that you're painfully aware of Katsuki's absence that makes your throat sting each time you inhale.

⚝ ⚝ ⚝

In the end, Katsuki's mother is the one who quite literally knocks some sense into him. Mitsuki Bakugou is not a force to be reckoned with, ever, and as tough and cool Katsuki makes himself seem, he'll always be a little bit intimidated by his mom. It's why he tries to seem as nonchalant as possible as he sits on his couch while staring unblinkingly at the TV.

Mitsuki pops her head into the living room. Fuck, he didn't think she'd be home so soon.

"Katsuki? What the hell are you still doing here?"

"You going crazy, hag? It's a Friday night, am I not allowed to take a fuckin' break or what?" He swallows.

"Language, asshat. And I just stopped by Inko's, brat, I know what day it is today," she sighs annoyedly before plopping down next to him, "She tried to show me Every. Single. Photo of Izuku in his tux. I had to tell her I left the stove on to get out of there. So quit the bullshit. Why are you still here?"

Katsuki has a pillow in his lap and he squeezes it until his knuckles turn pale so his voice won't waver.

"She didn't want me to take her," he lies, hoping his mom will take the bait.

Mitsuki shoves her son's head to the side good-naturedly, "I thought I told you to quit the bullshit, brat. That girl adores the hell out of you for some fucking reason, so don't try to lie to me."

It's that one goddamn line that has him snapping at her. It's her words and the stupid girls in the stupid fucking toilet and it's an amalgamation of everything that has him wanting to tear his fucking hair out that makes him lose it.

"Yeah, okay, fuck you too mom. You're right, I don't fucking know why someone like her wants to be with someone as fucked up and angry and- and mean and aggressive as I am too, alright? Everyone at school already fucking wonders why she even wants me so I didn't take her to this stupid fucking prom 'cus maybe they'll get off my back about fucking forcing her to be with me. I'm not in the goddamn mood to be hearing about this shit so fuck off. I wish I knew what the fuck she sees in me that's so good but I don't so just stop this fucked up interrogation, God."

He's not even looking at the TV anymore. He spits out his outburst while staring straight at his hands fisted in the poor pillow. It'll never uncrease now. His jaw is clenched so tightly he's scared his teeth might just shatter in his mouth. He doesn't want to look at his mom right now, too afraid to see her pitiful gaze directed at him. Doesn't want to hear her say you're right Katsuki, I don't know what she sees in you either.

Katsuki braces himself for an impact, knowing he's probably about to get smacked for talking to her like that. He doesn't expect the hand that gently lands atop his head, and he doesn't expect the hand that's curling behind his ears to turn his head towards her. Mitsuki looks at her son, making sure he really looks at her this time.

"Katsuki." She says, as gentle as the first time she held him in her arms. It doesn't matter how many years have passed, he looks just as small to her right now, and just like the day he was born, she will wrap him up and make sure he knows how loved he is.

"Katsuki, listen. I'm sorry for saying that," Mitsuki exhales, "It was a joke, but it was insensitive and I'm sorry. Every other time I said something like that about you wasn't true either. You're a good son and a good student and a good person. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, or says about you because the people who truly care about you know that you're a good fucking person, Katsuki."

Katsuki can barely hold eye contact with her. As embarrassing as it is, his vision blurs over and he will never acknowledge the way his voice breaks. "Mom," he shudders, "I'm always trying so fucking hard. I want to be good, please."

A noise that sounds like a choked back sob escapes him unwillingly. Mitsuki pulls his face into her shoulder and smiles when he barely resists. He fits just like he did before he thought hugging her wasn't cool anymore.

"You are good. You are so good, Katsuki." she whispers, "You always help to cook, and you keep the house clean and your grades up. You don't speak politely but you are honest and you are just like me. You use your hands, actions, to communicate rather than words. But you know, Katsuki, sometimes the people we love need to hear it from us too, okay? We'll both work on that."

A miniscule nod. "I'll start right now, Katsuki. You may be a brat sometimes, but you are my son. My sun. You are good, and kind and for everything you do not love about yourself, I love it tenfold."

He absolutely does not break at that. Katsuki bites back a whine, and exhales shakily again, soaking in her words like a sponge because he knows these moments for them come few and far in between. He doesn't mind. He thinks it's special that way, cherishing it whenever it does happen even more.

Mitsuki cards her hands through his hair, "You're a winner, Katsuki, that's why you have your name. Don't let whatever happened get to you like this. If you don't go to that stupid prom, you'll be making the biggest mistake of your life. Because I love you very much, and it might even be possible that that girl of yours loves you just as much, or maybe even a smidge more. Get your ass changed, and talk to her, alright? I know it's scary, letting someone in, but you care about her and you need to do this."

Katsuki pulls away from her, wiping his face roughly with his arms. He sniffles harshly, trying to erase all traces of the vulnerability he just showed. He bites his lip hard enough to almost draw blood. He wants to say he loves her back but the words fail him. Not yet, he thinks.

"I don't know what colour her dress is." He says instead.

"Wear your red suit. Don't ask questions, go get ready. You're already late, I'll call a cab for you."

Katsuki nods, getting up to walk to his room. He's halfway up the stairs when he pauses for a second. "Thanks mom. Love you."

Mitsuki waves her hand dismissively in his direction.

Katsuki stands in front of his mirror, inspecting everything he sees as if that'll change the way he feels about himself. His mom talking to him helped a lot, but he's still finding it hard to breathe and it's not just because his collar is choking him a bit. He fiddles with his bracelet. He tries to ground himself as he thinks about whether he should put on a different suit.

He really wishes he listened to what you were saying when you were talking about your dress. What if he shows up and his suit clashes with your dress? That would just make your night worse.

It's ridiculous. He knows he's just procrastinating. Because thinking about suit colours is easier than thinking about the crippling insecurity that still sits heavily on his shoulders, shackling him with the sheer weight of it all. He'd rather think about the colour of your dress than the fact that he feels like he can't give you what you deserve in a boyfriend.

His reflection frowns back at him.

The words you said play in his head like a broken record. You are the worst, you told him. He thinks of all the things he never really says to you because for some reason his emotionally constipated self just can't bring himself to say them. (Because he says I love you, but he means he hopes you never trip on your shoelaces if they're untied, that your hair never tangles in the wind, that if your drink spills not a drop of it would touch you, that your hands are always warm, that you'd never forget to bring your headphones before you leave the house and that you're always safe whenever he's not with you. Because he says I love you, but he means he hopes that if the sky were to drizzle, the raindrops themselves would feel privileged just to be able to fall upon your skin. Because he says I love you but he means he hopes you know he wants to say it right to your face, and into your mouth and kiss the words and every version of it's meaning into the space where your shoulder meets your neck every morning when he wakes up and every night before he lets himself succumb to slumber. He says I love you, but he means more than what those words convey. He says I love you, but he means stay warm, stay safe. He says I love you but he means my heart belongs more to you than me. He says I love you but he means he'll never want anything else for as long as he lives if it meant you'd always stay with him. He says I love you but he means come home to me and keep coming home to me, please.)

Oh.

If he could kick himself for being so stupid, he would. But he can't so he'll let you do it for him instead. I am not a coward, he tells himself as his unsteady hands try to make his hair look less of a mess. It doesn't work so he leaves it be and dashes out the door with an undone tie around his neck and he hastily side-hugs his mom- dodging her attempts to groom him- before throwing himself into the cab.

He doesn't make it a habit to show up late, but hopefully this time you'll forgive him. This time showing up late is better than not at all.

He's never made it a habit to show up late but maybe this time showing up late is better than not showing up at all. He drums his fingers nervously on his thigh throughout the entire ride. He hopes to God you're having fun. He hopes you know he's on the way. He hopes, and hopes and prays that he hasn't lost his chance.

When he arrives, he doesn't even spare a glance for his own friends, too preoccupied with finding you. The hall isn't very big but the space is large enough that he has to walk around a few times just to spot you.

The minute he sees you leaning against the wall, he wishes desperately he could go back in time. He'd do fucking anything to erase that faraway look in your eyes. He can see the way you're yearning to be one of the couples on the dancefloor and he wants to unwrap your hands around yourself and replace it with his own.

Katsuki breathes in deep and makes his way towards you cus damn it, if you wanted a dance, he'll give you a fucking dance alright.

⚝ ⚝ ⚝

The last slow song finally slowly tunes out, transitioning into a more upbeat one. The couples finally disentangle themselves from one another and you're just about to step back onto the dancefloor when a very familiar pair of arms snake around your waist.

You didn't even see him come in. It doesn't matter how he apparated here, because the only thing that matters right now is the fact that he showed up and the way his arms fit snugly around your hips. A breathless sound of disbelief escapes your lips as he pulls you into him when you turn around to face him.

If he's surprised by the lack of anger or disappointment on your face, he doesn't show it. All he knows is the feeling of your arms coming up to rest up on his shoulders. With the way you're beaming up at him, anyone would think that the only thing he did was show up almost two hours late. He knows better though, he knows he fucked up when all you wanted was for him to bring you to this stupid dance. And on God, would he try his hardest to make it up to you.

Katsuki leans into you, burying his nose into your hair that's all pinned up and pretty. He's getting glitter all over his face and suit and he doesn't care at all.

"I'm sorry," he exhales, letting the apology spill out of him, "'M so fuckin' sorry, princess."

It's so quiet, you almost think he never said it at all. In the background, you can just barely register the lyrics of Paramore's Still Into You that's currently playing. A litany of 'thank yous' is mentally conveyed to the DJ.

"And what are you sorry for?"

Katsuki clenches his jaw, his eyes darting away from yours like he's struggling not to look away. He groans before telling you, "There’s been rumours going on, people talking shit like they know us. Saying fuck all, running their fuckin’ mouths about how you could do better than me. And it’s stupid that I believed them for even a millisecond, I know. Then I realised that if I let you show up here alone then i’d just be proving those fuckers right. So, you win, princess. I took you to this stupid prom. I showed up, ‘m here right now."

Even though it's been said before, the lack of confidence Katsuki has in himself is absolutely baffling. It's like he can admit he has flaws and weaknesses and he'll know exactly what the problem is but he won't fucking talk to you for some reason you can't figure out.

Nvermind, you figured it out.

He's scared. Bakugou Katsuki is fearless. He's not afraid of anything, because he knows everything he's afraid of can be defeated one way or another. His fear of failure is conquered with his efforts in order to secure success. His fear of inferiority to anyone that's a threat towards him can be overtaken by brandishing his own achievements like a sword, or like armour. But when you come along, suddenly it becomes: Bakugou Katsuki was fearless.

The only thing he's scared of is losing you. That’s something that he alone can’t control, because you could very well decide to leave him if you ever felt like it. He realises that if he didn't show up tonight, the chances of that happening would be much much higher, and then if he lost you, he'd be a loser. Bakugou Katsuki is not a loser.

Your chest tightens at the thought that he actually believed that you’d leave him for someone better, as if someone like that even existed. One of your hands reaches up to curl around his neck, forcing him to look at you. You shake your head firmly when he tries leaning away.

You’re glad your voice remains steady when you say, "You should've talked to me. ‘Suki, I can’t believe you almost blew me off because of some shit some people we don’t even know thought about us. They don’t know anything about us, alright? They don’t fucking know how good I have it with you and you shouldn't keep all that to yourself next time, okay?”

His grip tightens, “You should’ve heard them though. Girls are fuckin’ ruthless. Talking about how easily you could just fuck off and get with someone better. Saying I... I'm forcing you to be with me. Fuck, it made me feel like shit ‘cause I knew there was some truth in what they said. I know I can stand to be nicer to you.”

Your hands find their way to his undone tie and you tug, “Katsuki, I don’t care about what they said. You hear me?”

Once he nods, you go on, "I couldn't do any better than you, because you're already the best. You said it yourself. If you think I deserve better, then be better, 'cause I don't want anyone but you. So stop trying to push me away. Whoever started all this can fucking eat our asses 'cause clearly they don't need their mouths if all they're gonna do is talk shit."

"Holy fuck, you really need to stop spending so much time with me." Katsuki snorts.

With a laugh, he twirls you around two times all while complaining that you're starting to sound exactly like him. But you’re not so sure he really minds so much judging by the way he grins wickedly at you. When his arms go back to their rightful place, you rest your forehead against his chest, "Also, let me? 'Suki, I did show up here alone. Which means that technically, you didn't really take me here, you know? 'Cause I had to come here all by myself."

Katsuki huffs and puffs, and leans back far enough to flick your forehead softly. He sways you slowly to the music, despite how fast the music is, "What matters is that I'm here. I’m fuckin' sorry for making you show up here all alone. Look, I’m even dancing with ya, ain’t that enough?”

Am I enough?

Katsuki says all that like he's exasperated with you but really he's posing it as a question. He's asking, and looking for a chance to redeem himself. Like always, you rest even more of your weight against him, knowing you can let yourself go boneless against him and he'll hold you all the same. He's all strong and soft and sturdy and you can hear his heartbeat thundering beneath his clothes and you make sure he can hear you when you say, "You've always been more than enough."

You can feel the way any lingering tension escapes him when you tell him that. He tells you softly, promises you that he'll start opening up more to you, and he kisses you on the cheek to really seal it in. The song echoes throughout the room, thrumming in your veins and making you feel weightless.

Some things just, some things just make sense and one of those is you and I.

His eyes don't waver as he really takes you in, savouring the image of how good you look. He sears the image of you into his brain and he hopes you know how serious he means when he rasps, "Fuck, ya look gorgeous by the way. Absolutely fucking stunnin' and I really fuckin' wish no one else but me could look at ya." His hands run down your sides slowly and squeeze at your hips, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin.

Heat quickly floods your cheeks and pools in your tummy, and his hands tighten his hold on you. You grin at him, "Well, ignoring your tie, I think you look very handsome as well. I'm surprised our colours didn't clash."

Katsuki barks a laugh at that. If only you knew.

It's quite the scene to see you and him swaying gently to such a hyped up tune. Everyone mostly crowds up around the front of the hall. But you and Katsuki hang back from the big mass of sweaty bodies, choosing to stand nearer to the opposite end of the room. If your friends look at you weird, you don't take notice. It's as if you're in your own little world; just you and him.

The second chorus sounds and Katsuki dips you as low as he can get before you yell at him. When you come back up, he's looking at you all starry eyed, staring directly at your lips. He can't stop himself, he cuts you off while you're singing along to kiss you right then. He swallows the little 'mmphrh!' that comes out of your throat greedily, sliding one of his hands up your back all the way to the cuff of your neck to press you even closer into him.

"Fuckin' missed you and your pretty fucking mouth, baby." he sighs breathlessly into you.

It's barely a chaste kiss, looking quite messy for a high school prom. Thankfully no staff member comes in between you and him, so he pulls away slowly before leaning back in. He kisses you once, twice and then some more and even a fifth and sixth time, like he's making up for all the days he didn't.

After he's satisfied with all the kisses he's peppered on your face, he leans away, smiling sillily. "She's right, you know?"

Your eyebrows furrow but your lips quirk up anyway, "What are you talking about?"

Katsuki spins you slowly, "The singer. She's right," and leads you back into him before singing monotonously, "After all this time, I'm still into you."

"You are such a loser, that was so cringe. Oh my god, what the fuck," you laugh, but your heart squeezes in affection.

Katsuki doesn't know if it's the haphazardly hung disco ball and the flashing lights that makes your eyes shine and sparkle or if it's just you, but he can't tear his eyes away from you. You're looking at him like he split the oceans for you, and he thanks every star in the sky that you're letting him hold you this close again.

If he knew how unreal you’d look when you’re dancing in his arms, he never would’ve ditched this thing. What a shame, he thinks, that he missed out on two whole hours that could have been spent with you looking like this. Maybe it’s the air in the hall but he feels practically giddy at the sight of you enjoying yourself, and it makes his heart fucking leap because it’s him that’s making you smile like that.

The sides of his mouth hurt from how much they've been stretched tonight, but he can't keep the smile off his face when you say, "You're right though. She is right."

He hums along to the tune, because denies it as he may, he absolutely loves this song just as much as you do.

Your eyes drink up the sight of Katsuki dressed up so… in character. His hair is as messy as ever, his tie hangs loose and undone around his neck and you’re sure his suit jacket has seen better days but he looks fucking ethereal to you. He’s all lethal grins and loud laughter and his cologne smells as spicy and warm as it always does and you realise again just how in love you are with him.

Katsuki’s eyes are gleaming, and maybe it’s just a trick in the light but you’re reminded of just how lucky you are to have him like this. Because maybe he is brash and harsh when he talks to you, but he’s never treated you like you’re anything but the most important thing in his life. To him, you’re his favourite person in the whole world, and he doesn’t need to say it out loud because he knows you know it too.

So maybe Katsuki isn't easy to read, or deal with. That doesn't mean he's not easy to love. Because loving him was like breathing— instinctual and  inevitable. You loved him the way the moon loved the ocean, and the way the sun loved the stars. Loving him was the easiest thing you've ever done in your life, and you knew that wasn’t ever going to change.

And baby even on our worst nights, I'm into you. Let 'em wonder how we got this far, 'cause I don't really need to wonder at all. Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you

⚝ ⚝ ⚝

(extra)

Later, when the two of you have sufficiently made out against the wall enough for the chaperones to flick water at Katsuki so he'll finally pull away, you'll find his hand and pull him along to the rest of your friends.

Kirishima will see you two and laugh, telling Katsuki he's glad he pulled his head out of his ass. Katsuki will hiss, "Kay why ess..." and drag you to the photo booth. You won't tell him, but you're secretly glad that you were right. He does scoff at the assortment of props but he picks up a stupid styrofoam emoji of a bomb.

He pushes you into the booth and sets the timer for the picture. Right as it's about to go off, he looks at you very seriously as he says, "You put the boom-boom into my heart," before absolutely smashing the emoji against your cheek.

"KATSU I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU-"

The photos come out blurry and you're wide-mouthed and laughing in all of them. He's looking at you like you're the only thing that exists. There’s barely any inches between you and him like you’re the sun and he’s every planet that orbits your celestial body.

Katsuki walks you home afterwards, laughing and stealing your body heat as he delivers you to your doorstep. When you kiss him goodnight, he thinks he must have known you in every life before this one for him to have the capacity to love you as much as he does. He keeps his copy of the photo in his wallet, signing the back with 'still into you xx'.

Not that he needs the reminder.

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[quicktosimp]

Save an Ilu, Ride a Na'vi

Kinkmas Day 05

Warnings: Sex on an Ilu, Fingering, Alien Genitala, Enemies to Lovers (Kinda), Aonung Sucks at Emotions, Aonung Redeems Himself, Anxious Reader, Panic Attacks

A/N: I have never written this before, and it was an amazing experience thank you @neteyamsyawntu 💕

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Come in, Forest Girl, you’re going to learn how to ride an ilu whether you like it or not,” Ao’nung’s gruff voice demanded.

I winced, and my ears folded back, knowing he was already angry today. We were separated into groups because of how volatile Aonung got with my brothers: those that Aonung could tolerate and those he couldn’t. As of right now, I am the only one in his group, this being due to the fact that I can’t tell him no. Confrontation makes me panic; I can’t even react. I just stay quiet and hope they go away. Back in Omatikaya, my brothers would stop anything from happening, and no one was stupid enough to mess with Kiri. But once we came to Awa'atlu, Aonung and his goons had it out for my family. We tried to keep the peace, but it ended in several fistfights, especially when Aonung realized that I wouldn’t fight back. This caused even more fights, and now, none of the boys are allowed around each other. To make it up to me, Aonung has to teach me how to ride an ilu. I think this is more of a punishment for me, but I couldn’t tell Tonowari that when he was already irritated at his son and my brothers.

It didn’t help when Dad tore my brothers a new one for getting into a fight while praising me for “keeping the peace,” which only infuriated them; Lo’ak tried to explain that I was scared of them only to be shut down by Dad. Neteyam attempted to get Dad to understand but wasn’t interested in listening to him either. Leaving me here, trapped with my tormenter until I learn to ride an ilu.

“Before eclipse, freak,” he snarled, stalking into the water, his tail swishing angrily.

I scurry after him now, wanting to make him any angrier. It always surprises me how warm the water is, not icy like the lakes and rivers back home. I easily wade into the water well past my waist as Aonung continues deeper, calling the ilu. The joyful creatures pop out of the water, swimming eagerly to Aonung as I stood back waiting. The ilu was already harnessed, ready to ride, as I stared at it nervously.

“Get on,” Aonung’s words were short as he held the ilu in place.

I timidly walked over onto the other side of the ilu, trying to put as much space between Aonung and I. I grabbed onto the harness and lifted myself on. I grasped onto the handle in front of me as my panic started to set in. Back home, I had never been able to complete my Iknimaya, too terrified of fighting the ikran, and even though I am not fighting an ilu, the same panic is there. My chest felt heavy, and breathing was becoming difficult. Each breath was short as my skin became clammy. I knew I had to make tsaheylu in order to learn to ride, but I couldn’t let go of the harness, my hands stuck in a shaky iron grip. 

“Oi, you need to make the bond,” Aonung reminded crossly.

I attempt to let go with one hand, only for nausea to crawl its way up my throat. I grip back on even tighter as a whimper tears from my throat. My vision became blurry. I'm not sure if it's from the lack of oxygen or from tears. Am I crying?

“What in Eywa’s name is wrong with you?” Aonung demanded.

I attempted to speak, but all that came out was choked-off breaths as my body trembled even harder.

“Oh fuck me,” I hear Aonung mutter under his breath.

The next thing I knew, his hands were on my waist; Aonung easily picked me up and held me close and away from the ilu.

“There, now calm down, and let's figure out how we can fix this,” I hear him mutter, his voice barely sounding over the waves in my head.

Once the ilu was long gone, I was able to start calming down. The fading adrenalin left me shaky and weak. As my vision cleared, I first noticed my grip on Aonung’s biceps, my nails digging in, creating crescents on his arm. I lessened my grip and let go, not wanting to hurt him. The second thing was that Aonung hadn’t let me go. The water here was just below my chin, yet he held onto me like I was well above my head. Almost protective?

“What in Eywa’s name was that about? You looked like the ilu was an akula,” Aonung asked, what sounded like concern.

“Bad experience,” I managed to mutter out; my throat still felt like there was a lump in it.

“Bad experience, my ass, it’s more than that, and I can’t teach you if you don’t tell me,” He snarked, but his arms were still firmly wrapped around my waist. 

I shakily sighed, “A couple of years ago, Lo’ak attempted his iknimaya, and to complete it, he must form tsaheylu with an ikran,” I swallowed the lump in my throat as tears came to my eyes, “It went fine in the beginning, but when he got on his ikran, it rolled him, sending Lo’ak off a cliff. It wasn’t good. I had to watch as my brother's broken body struggled to heal, as he couldn’t wake up,” Tears poured out of my eyes, and I couldn’t stop talking, “After Lo’ak healed, we could never talk about it, and then dad made Lo’ak do it again the following year, despite our Tsahìk saying he needed another year to heal fully. Lo’ak managed to do it, but it reopened several wounds, and he had to be taken off duty for months. I was the one who took care of him since the beginning of it all, but I can’t get the images of Lo’ak’s body at the bottom of the cliff.” I finished as sobs raked through me.

Warmth was pressed against my cheek; looking up, I noticed it was Aonung’s chest. His extensive tattoo was underneath my cheek. He was hugging me. 

“You are terrified of many creatures now; that is not your fault. This should have been explained to us before bringing you out here,” his large palm rubbed up and down my back soothingly; he paused before abruptly asking, “Is that why you were sleeping when your family arrived? You panicked like I just watched until you lost consciousness?” Aonung’s voice was panicked as he asked.

I nod my head, not wanting to answer verbally.

“Well fuck that, that’s not going to happen again. I’m going to make a new plan, and the first part is you’re going to talk with my mom. She is experienced with these traumas and will teach you different techniques to work through them. She is also a great listener when she needs to be, and only when she says it’s good will I work with her and you to teach you how to ride an ilu,” Aonung explained firmly.

Confused, I looked up at him, “Why are you doing so much for me?” I asked, confused.

His face turned lavender as he looked away from me, “I’m your teacher; it’s my job,” And he left it at that.

Many moons go by. I’ve worked with Ronal, and while I was too timid to say literally anything to her at first, she is now the first person I wish to talk to, well, besides Aonung. The months have brought us close, and after a while, we even started to court. Before that, I expected that he would apologize to my siblings, but instead, he did more. He apologized to my siblings and brought many gifts of jewelry, food, and weapons; he even explained everything to my dad, leaving him with no excuse to accept that my brothers weren't in the wrong. It seemed that everything was going well, even the ilu training. It started with simply being around them and progressed as I got more comfortable around them. Now, here I am about to do a joint ride with Aonung; he will make the bond with the ilu, and I will ride in front of him. Easing the pressure off of me. 

“Are you ready, Sumtsyìp?” Aonung asks me from atop the ilu, his hand reaching out for me.

I hesitantly grab his hand, and Aonung lifts me so I am sitting in front of him. I start to feel a bit of panic before I notice my ass firmly nestled next to his slit. I try to ignore it since we are here to ride the ilu, but thoughts keep coming into my head.

“You remember the breathing exercises I taught you?” Aonung asks.

“I remember,” I responded distractedly.

Aonung’s arm wraps around me firmly, “Alright, then, let’s go.”

With that, I took a deep breath, and we submerged. The lack of air panicked me at first, wanting to take another breath, but I was unable to. But it wasn’t long after that we emerged up top. I quickly took a breath before we dived again. This went on for a bit until, when I looked back, Awa'atlu was long in the past. I continued to take deep breaths as I examined my surroundings. Nothing but open sea could be seen. I pressed myself close to Aonung when I felt my chest start to become heavy.

“You did so good, Sumtsyìp. I am so proud of you!” Aonung exclaimed as he picked me up and turned me around. 

Now sitting chest to chest with Aonung, I can see the joy on his face as he litters my face with kisses. I can’t stop the giggles that flow from my lips. As Aonung kisses my face, I start to squirm from the ticklish sensations. Causing our slits to grind against each other, even with tewng in the way it sent pleasure radiating through our bodies.

“You can’t do that, Sumtsyìp,” Aonung gasped as he gripped onto my hips. 

I look up at him, my tail twitching playfully along his arm, “Why not?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and wrapping my legs around his waist.

His eyes dilate in response before he latches his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately. I moan into the kiss and lean in, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers into his hair.

Aonung pulls away briefly, “Oh fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Before nipping my bottom lip, pulling on it before releasing it and licking the seam of my lips. 

I open my mouth for him, and his tongue slips in, coming to play with my own. Our tongues dance together as I grind my slit into his, becoming irritated by the feel of my tewng. Almost as if he could read my mind, one of Aonung’s hands travels down to my tail, uniting the straps starting there to free me from my tewng. Unable to leave it be, the moment Aonung’s fingers skimmed the base of my tail, he gabbed on and tugged. I arched into his touch as a moan was ripped from my lungs. My slit has started to open, and slick is leaking out of it. Aonung continued to play with my tail, pulling and caressing it as I continued to grind into him; each tug brought a sharp pleasure that I couldn’t ignore, and I needed more from Aonung. Backing away from his lips, a long string of saliva connects our mouths. 

“Please, Nung,” I beg, widening my cat-like eyes at him. 

Aonung rests his forehead on mine, staring into my eye as his fingers creep closer to my slit, “You have been such a good girl for me. You deserve a reward, don’t you, Sumtsyìp?” It may have been worded as a question, but it was a fact to him.

Slowly Aonung trails his finger up and down my slit, gathering the slick that has already escaped from me, gently urging me open for his fingers. Slowly, he sinks in one finger down to the knuckle. My inner tendrils wrapped around his finger, trying to draw it in more.

“You’re greedy today, aren’t you? Making yourself all wet for me, drawing me in, just to use my finger for your own pleasure. But that’s all I am here for, to serve you,” Aonung groans into my ear. 

I whimper at his words, my core throbbing in need as the heat travels through my body. As I went to reply, he slowly removed his finger, each of my inner tendrils fighting to stay wrapped around his digit, but slowly losing the battle and releasing, but continued to follow him until they could no longer reach him. When just the tip of Aonung’s finger was left inside, he pushed it back in, slowly fucking me with one finger as he did it over and over again, bringing me a slow-burning pleasure.

“Aonung! Please, stop teasing!” I pled with him, the slow pace maddening me.

A throaty chuckle vibrated Aonung’s chest, “Are you eager, Sumtsyìp? Does your greedy slit need more attention? Is one finger not enough for you? You’re lucky you’ve been so good. This behavior won’t be accepted any other time,” He says into my ear as he pushes in another finger.

The stretch was glorious as the two digits worked simultaneously. His fingers twisted and slicked inside me, spreading me further, and my inner tendrils followed his fingers, knowing that it would bring them more pleasure. I start to hump his fingers, needing more than this slow pace, and finally, his fingers curled inside me. I gasp as stars cross my vision, the pleasure shocking me from top to bottom, taking my breath away in response.

“Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung, Nung,” I chanted, the only thing that I could think of. 

“Such a good girl, saying my name like that. Now tell me, who makes you feel good?”

“Nung!” I responded.

Aonung’s fingers curled deeper this time, “Good girl, now tell me, who touces this slit?”

“Nung, Nung does,” I whine as the pleasure builds.

This time, he twisted his hand, pulling on my inner tendrils, and a squeal left my lips.

“Good girl, now, one more question. Who owns this slit?” Aonung hiss out.

My heels dig into Aonung’s back as I try to anchor myself, “You, Aonung! You own my slit!” I shouted into the open air.

The hand that was holding onto my hip moved to my tail, tugging on the base as he flexed and pulled his fingers inside me. The scream that felt my lips was feral and roar as my vision whited out. My toes flexed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and my fingers scratched at his shoulders, leaving marks that would last for days.

“Nung, Nung, Nung,” I chant as I continue to cum, his fingers never ceasing their work.

“Did so good, Sumtsyìp. You came on my fingers perfectly. Such a good girl for me,” Aonung whispered as he slowly started to remove his fingers once my orgasm finished. 

Despite my brain being fuzzy, I knew that Aonung didn’t cum. I slowly reach my hand down to his tewng, wanting to return the favor, only for Aonung to grab my hand and pull it away gently.

“No, Sumtsyìp, this was your reward. This was all about you. Next time you can help, Yawne,” Aonung explained softly.

I wanted to argue but found that I was too fucked out to do so. Instead, I relaxed into his hold as we started the much slower journey home, thinking of all the ways I could return the favor.

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[losfacedevil]

My Cherie Amour // SFK

a/n ~ Sammy in red just does something to me and heh… that body chain?! Y’all! Another installment in the Hungry Eyes realm!

WC: 3.6k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. TEASING, RESTRAINTS, SOFT DOM! SAM, SOFT DOM! READER if you squint, UNPROTECTED SEX (P in V)

Red - he was in red.

Your eyes grew wide as the curtain dropped, the suit that hugged Sam’s body in all the right places was not the same suit he had ended the last leg of tour with. You raked your eyes up and down his body, taking in the custom flats adorned with the Starcatcher logo he wore, the all red suit with flared sleeves and black mesh like embellishment right up to the dark red smokey eye he wore. It was your favorite color on him.

But it was when your eyes swept over his chest that your knees went weak and you gripped on to the barricade tight. The chains and black gems draped so delicately over the panes of his chest, hugging gently to his sides. In the middle of his chest sat his new symbol, one he had been slowly incorporating into all things show related.

Sam had taken notice quickly, spotting you halfway down the barricade on Jake’s side. Your wide eyes, slack jaw and death grip on the barricade told him all he needed to know.

~*~*~

“What the hell even was that?” Your voice held a tone of annoyance - trying your hardest not to let your true feelings show.

Sam chuckled lightly as he closed the door behind him and quickly flicked the lock on the door knob, ensuring your privacy. His jacket was long forgotten - taken by a stage hand and likely packed away for travel but his chest was still adorned with the chained harness.

“What was what, hmm?” His voice was barely above a whisper and his gaze found yours as you gave his body another once over. He closed the short distance between the two of you, backing you up so the backs of your knees came into contact with the old couch that sat in the middle of the room.

“This! The suit, the fucking body chain, that stunning eye look. The fucking act you put on? Who even were you up on that stage tonight? Who do you think you are?”

A shiver danced down your spine at the mere thought of him strutting his stuff across the stage. His head was held higher than you had ever seen, a new air of confidence oozing from him as he found you in the crowd. His smile had grown wide when he realized you were wrapped around the barricade, holding on for dear life as your knees got weaker and weaker.

Every step in your direction had called for a smirk, a shit eating grin plastered across his face or a flick of his hair over his shoulder as he silently sassed you. Every step away earning you a side long glance thrown over his shoulder, just brief enough for you to catch and the crowd to miss. But when he singled you out, strutting back across the stage in your direction and knelt low, holding his bass out right in your direction before he brought his hand down against it in a slapping motion you knees finally gave and security had to help you out of the crowd.

“I could ask you the same thing. How could you leave halfway through the set, hmm? Was I a bit too much for you to handle?” He reached up and gently ran the back of his hand down the length of your cheek.

“You know what seeing you in red does to me. How it makes me weak in the knees, so much so I’d take up residence on them to give you whatever you wanted when you wanted. And you go and use it to your full fucking advantage.” The last sentence slipped out in a growl and your eyes glazed over as you stared up at him through your lashes.

“I just wanted my Princess to know just how much I think about her. She’s the only reason my new suit is red. But I’m not sure she fully appreciates the change.” His voice was but a whisper as he leaned closer to your face. His warm breath fanning over your already arousal reddened cheeks causing a new flame to spark between your thighs.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he curled his fingers underneath your chin and tipped your head back. He leaned forward slightly, capturing your lips with his and your eyes fluttered shut as you reached up, winding your fingers around the thin red silk scarf that laid across his neck. You toyed with the skin warmed fabric, rubbing your fingers across the smooth finish of the fabric.

“Now I may have been so wrapped around the barricade I couldn’t breathe and security had to rescue me, but; I may have bum rushed the stage had I seen this in action.” You cooed against his lips, pulling the soft silky material off of his neck. A soft shiver danced up his spine and he took a step back to get a better look at the way your hands twisted the fabric into knots, curious as to how well the fabric held.

Sam raised his eyebrow slightly as you took a step forward and gently wrapped your petite hand around his wrist. His eyes remained glued to your face as you made you way slowly around his body. Your hand left his wrist, slowly dancing along the exposed skin of his back and you leaned forward, brushing your nose against him, taking in his scent mixed with that of the sheen of sweat kissing his skin.

“It would be such an unfortunate thing, wouldn’t it?” You said, scraping your nails gently down his back and earned yourself a soft vibration of his shoulders. He reached both hands back, trying his hardest to grip your hips and pull your body against his.

“It’s unfortunate that you’re just out of my grasp.” He said, making a grabby hand motion in your direction and gave you an idea. Reaching forward you grasped his hand in yours and turned it gently so it was facing in a more comfortable position. You wound the scarf around his wrist, holding it it place with your petite hand before reaching forward and grabbing his other hand and connected them before securing them tightly tighter with the scarf.

“It’s such an unfortunate situation to be in where you’ve lost your privileges to touch, isn’t it, pretty boy?”

Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he realized he had lost what little control he had over you. Taking a half step forward he turned on his heel and pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, his big brown puppy eyes on full display.

“Aht, you didn’t think you could put on such a show on stage and get off Scott free, did you? You didn’t really think I was going to let you knock my knees out from under me without any consequences did you?”

He swallowed thickly and arched a brow as he shifted his weight completely to one leg. Closing the distance between the two of you was an easy feat and you wrapped your fingers gently around the chains that adorned his chest, inspecting each gem that rested against his skin.

“Such a pretty piece for such a pretty boy, isn’t it, Sammy?” You cooed, glaring up at him through your lashes as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto the couch. Sam swallowed hard, using his legs to maneuver himself into a more comfortable seated position.

He watched closely as you sunk to your knees in front of him and placed a hand on either of his knees, pushing his legs open. Wide, lust blown eyes followed your every move as you rose up on your knees and teasingly walked your fingers up the length of his thigh. Sams mouth hung slightly agape, causing his tongue to become fully dry as he watched your every move.

“It would be a shame if we got a drop of anything on these pants, they’d stain so quickly - the red becoming a darker shade that would never return to normal. Everyone would know what we were doing when you thought you’d gotten the upper hand on me, wouldn’t they?”

Your hands were quick to work the button on his pants open and pulled the zipper down agonizingly slowly. Sam’s chest heaved as he lifted his hips slightly and allowed you to work his stage pants and undergarments down his hips and fully off of his legs leaving him in just his chains.

Sam’s vision was clouded with lust, the thought of you on your knees for him too much. You stared up at him and slowly trailed your hand over his thigh, gently wrapping it around the base of his length. His eyes fluttered shut and he tipped his head back as you began to slowly run your hand along his cock.

“Suck it.” He said, eyes trained on the ceiling to try and keep himself in check. A soft smile spread across your face as you reached up and placed your other hand against his thigh. Your grip tightened slightly as you lifted up higher on your knees and spit directly on the head of his cock, increasing the speed of your movements as you slicked him up.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you correctly, pretty boy.” You teased, knowing exactly what he was searching for. A scowl kissed his features and eyes grew darker.

“I said suck it.” His voice held a tone of authority as he leaned forward and fought against his restraint trying to wiggle his hand free to make you do ask he has asked. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you leaned down and wrapped your lips just around the head of his dick, swirling your tongue around the sensitive flesh.

“Suck it, please?” His tone softening a bit as he brought his foot up and used it to gently stroke down the length of your back. Pulling off of him with a lewd pop, your eyes found his and you watched how they rolled back while you gently stroked his length.

“I’m not sure I heard what you said. Could you repeat that for me, please?” A sugary sweet smile spread across your lips as you continued to stroke him, watching as his chest heaved and his head fell back against the couch once more. The leg he had wrapped around your back tightened, pressing you up against the couch as he tried to regain his composure.

“C’mon, Sammy baby, use your words. Tell me what’s going to make you feel good.” You teased, rubbing the side of your thumb over the head of his dick. He puffed his cheeks out, wiggling underneath your touch.

“Suck it, ride it, just do something please.” He groaned and bucked his hips up against your grasp. Your eyes lit up at his words and you pushed yourself to stand. Leaning forward you placed a knee on either side of his hips.

His eyes grew wide as he realized what your intentions were and he fixated his gaze on the hand that was hiking up your skirt. Sam swallowed thickly as his eyes landed on your underwear of choice - a lace red little number with the daintiest bow sat in the middle of the waist band.

“Lemme see.” The authoritative tone has returned to his voice and he nodded towards the hand resting against your thigh. You raised a challenging eyebrow but did as you were told and slid your panties over to the side. A soft moan escaped him as you leaned back slightly, allowing him a better view.

Leaning forward you captured his lips with yours and you reached down between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his dick and lined him up with your entrance. Very slowly you sank down on him, only stopping one he was fully buried in you.

“Holy shit.” The words slipped through Sam’s teeth on a hiss and he toss his head back once more. Giving him merely a second to adjust you began to move and braced your hands against the back of the couch for added support.

Sam focused on his breathing, the sensation of you wrapped so sinfully around him too much for his mind to process. Setting a painfully slow pace had Sam writhing underneath you trying to get enough leverage to buck up into you. Sliding your hand from where it rested against the back of the couch down to where he had his chin pressed almost fully to his chest. You cupped his chin in your hand and tilted his head back, causing his screwed shut eyes to pop open at the sudden movement.

“What’s all this mumbling under your breath, hmm? Maybe I want to hear your thoughts.” You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips as you sat fully against his lap and began to roll your hips over his.

“I said fuck me like you mean it or untie me so I can show you a really good time, p - please.” Stuttering on the last word as you began to move your hips at a faster pace. The noises that slipped past Sam’s lips egged you on and you tucked your face into the crook of his neck to begin placing soft kisses against his sweat sheened skin.

“I need to touch, lemme touch, please.” His song changed quickly as your hips slapped against his and indulged him in the friction he craved. He threw his head back as you rolled your hips against his and uttered his name for the first time all night in that tone of voice you knew drove him mad.

“Lemme touch, lemme touch, please.” His head was thrown back against the couch once more as he tugged on on his restraints, slipping his hips slightly off of the couch to give himself more room to tug.

“Aww does the pretty boy really want to be freed? Look at me when you beg and maybe you’ll get what you want.” You had slowed your hips to a stop, resting gently against his lap and leaned in closer to his face. Pulling in a deep breath you dragged your lips over the molten skin of his cheek. Sam’s body shuddered at the sudden cool streak your lips left in their wake.

“Please, please, wanna touch. Please.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke around his arousal, trying his hardest to keep it together. You leaned back and wrapped your fingers gently around the chains that adorned his chest, giving them a slight tug to regain his attention.

“You wouldn’t want me to ruin this pretty harness would you? I said look at me when you beg and maybe you’ll get your way.”

Sam peeled his eyes open, staring you in the face as he processed the words that had slipped past your lips. Cocking his head to the side he slapped a sugary sweet smile across his lips as he bucked his hips up into you.

“Please let me touch, untie me, pretty baby, let me show you what you’re missing.” Sam knew by the way you fluttered against him that he had you right where he wanted you and you slowly slid off of him, clambering to your feet from where you had sat.

The sickly sweet smile never left Sam’s face as he stood and turned his back to you so you could untie his hands. Turning on his heel he dropped to his knees, pressing soft, open mouth kisses against the inside of your thigh. Pulling a deep breath in through your nose you reached out and threaded your fingers through the hair at the crown of his head, keeping him in place as you tilted your head back. He made quick work of shimmying your panties down your legs, ridding your body of them completely and hiked your skirt up to your waist.

He began to slowly drag his hand up the length of your leg, using the mixture of his fingertips and lips as a form of distraction. Reaching up he plucked the scarf from your hand and wrapped the fabric around his hand. You were lost in the way his lips felt against your skin, his warm breath fanning dangerously close to your core as he kissed his way up your leg. Gripping your ankle he hoisted your leg up over his shoulder, a devilish grin forming on his face.

Sam placed both hands against the back of your thigh and the curve of your ass, ensuring your body was secure before he leaned forward and licked a stripe up your core. You eyes sprang open at the sudden contact and tightened your grip in his hair, eliciting a satisfying hiss from him.

He chuckled lightly as he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it gently. Using the hand that was tangled in his hair you kept him right where you needed him, whining out in disappointment as he fought against your grip and moved his head from your body.

“What was that? Did I… did I hear my pretty baby whine?” He kept his voice light and he reached up, knocking your leg off of his shoulder before pushing himself to stand. Your bottom lip was tucked safely in between your teeth, biting back the second whine that threatened to spill past your lips.

“I don’t think babes who whine should get anything they want. What do you think?” Sam cooed, reaching his hand up and he ran his index finger gently down your cheek. You shook your head gently watching as he toyed with the scarf he now held in his hands.

“You’re right, they don’t get anything they want. But because you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let it slide just this once.” He brought his face closer to yours with each word he muttered, ghosting his lips across yours before pulling back abruptly and laughing at the expression on your face.

A sinister smile spread across Sam’s face as he reached up and draped the scarf over the back of your neck. A soft shiver danced down your spine as his fingers ghosted against the side of your neck and raised goosebumps along your skin.

“Lay down, Princess.” Your eyes grew wide at the sound of his tone and you scurried away from him to do as you were told.

Sam wasted no time in following you to the couch and slotted himself between your legs. You reach up, tucking the curtain of hair that shrouded his face in darkness behind his ears and cupped his cheeks in your palms. He carefully lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself into you. A soft smile caressed his lips as a sigh escaped you and your eyes fluttered shut.

He was gentle with you, setting a painstakingly slow pace as he rutted his hips into yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you began to toy with the chains that still adorned his chest, slipping your fingers between them to grasp at his chest.

“Sam, please.” Your voice was but a whisper, trying to keep as quiet as you could for fear of someone walking past the dressing room hearing. He reached down between your bodies and began to circle your clit with the tip of his fingers. Your soft whimpers were music to his ears as he slowly worked you to the edge.

“Be a good girl and give it to me.” He mumbled, keeping his face close to your ear and breathed the softest moans into it. You curled your fingers around his body chain and yanked, bringing him even closer to you as you felt the band in your stomach snap and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle the noises that wanted to escape you.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbled, speeding up the pace of his hips just slightly as he chased his own impending high. Reaching up you cupped his chin in your hand and ran your thumb gently across his lips, pulling the bottom one down gently before slipping your thumb between them.

Sam’s eyes crossed slightly, rolling back of their own accord and his lids fluttered shut as he began to nibble on your thumb and he drove his hips harder into you. Soft giggles escaped you as he bit down hard against your digit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groaned, leaning to rest his forehead against yours as he unraveled for you, spilling his seed deep inside you. Tilting your head slightly you let his nose slot comfortably against yours before capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

A knock against the door shook you both from your haze, and Sam’s eyes grew wide as he tossed a look over his shoulder. He was quick to maneuver off of you, snatching a box of Kleenex off of the table.

“We’ll be right out! Don’t leave us!” He joked, dropping to his knees to clean you up before cleaning himself and sliding his stage pants back on. Picking your panties up off of the floor he slid them back onto your legs and shimmied them up your body for you.

A soft sigh escaped him as he rested against his knees. Reaching out he ran his thumb against your cheek and captured your lips with his softly. You knew this song and dance well, letting your eyes flutter shut as he peppered your cheek with soft kisses and butterfly kisses alike.

“Just take a hot bath with me when we get to the hotel and you’ll be forgiven.” You giggled, pushing up into a seated position. A sheepish smile kissed Sam’s lips as he stood and held his hand out to help you up.

“You got it, Princess.”

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[thepenultimateword]

m!sidekick walks in on f!villain and discovers that villain is buff as all heck and gets mad flustered.

i patiently await what i’m sure will be a sensational story, as they always are

- ☂

Did you know that strong woman x weak(er) man is one of my favorite dynamics?

...

"Hero should be ashamed of herself, sending a helpless little bug into my hands. I have half a mind to squash you."

Sidekick shuddered beneath the weight of Villain's boot, the toe pressing hard enough into his ribs that they ached. "P-please don't."

Villain's lip curled up into a sort of almost smile, well, it was more a smirk, but her dangerous steel eyes sparked all the same. Sidekick's stomach twisted uncomfortably.

"We'll see. Why don't you tell me what you're doing here?"

"H-Hero sent me to recover those blueprints you livestreamed," Sidekick burst immediately. He cringed. So much for loyalty. Villain hadn't even started torturing him yet.

"Recover." Villain scoffed and pressed her toe a little harder, causing Sidekick to gasp and squirm. "Is that what you fancy heroes call 'stealing'?"

Sidekick wanted to argue that it was for the greater good. That Villain had made a massive threat when she showed the world her upcoming plan; she should have expected some pushback. But somehow he didn't think that conversation would go well for him.

"She said you were busy at this time of night," he fumbled, "but she didn't say..."

Sidekick blushed furiously and did his best to stare past her great, looming figure and up at the ceiling instead.

Villain furrowed her brow for a couple moments before glancing down at herself. She wore a cropped sea-green tank top and a pair of black volleyball shorts. Her confused frown deepened in something more akin to annoyance.

"It's an exercise outfit. Get used to it."

"N-no, it's not that!" Sidekick said quickly. "I j-just had no idea you were so...strong."

The warmth spread, flooding from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. Even his fingers, braced defensively around the criminal's ankle, were a bright shade of pink.

Villain blinked. Opened her mouth. Closed it again.

"Have you never looked at me before?" she finally said.

Sidekick gave up trying to remove the pinning pressure of Villain's foot and put his hands to better use as a shield over his face. His next words came out muffled and mumbly.

"I thought it was suit padding."

"Because the only way I could compete with Hero is through dishonesty?"

"No!" Sidekick tore their hands away in a panic. "That's not what I meant at all! I just... I didn't..."

He trailed off as he noticed the sly smile tugging Villain's lip. She removed her foot, but Sidekick could barely get in a breath before she snatched him by the front of his shirt and lifted him upright. He stumbled a couple steps backward as she released him, beating his back ungracefully against the wall.

"Why did Hero send you, little bug?" Villain leaned one massive arm over Sidekick's head.

Don't look at her biceps. Don't look at her biceps.

"I-I just told you."

Villain leaned in closer, salty sweat and peppermint breath brushing across his nose. "Hm, you gave me a reason for the what, but not the who. Why didn't Hero come herself if it was so important? Why you?"

"I-I'm usually good at this."

Villain raised one eyebrow disbelievingly.

"Really! I-I think I could have done it if...if I hadn't looked in here."

"And squeaked?" Villain's golden eyes seemed to pin him to the spot. He couldn't even sum up a flinch as her hand found its way to his jaw, caressing its soft line before abruptly gripping it.

"And squeaked," he assented abashedly.

Villain appraised him for what felt like near an eternity, turning his head back and forth, straightening his hero suit, brushing loose hair behind his ears.

"Did Hero ever find it concerning that your type seems to be people who can completely pulverize you? No, nevermind Hero. Have you ever been concerned? You're so puny, you're practically asking for trouble."

Sidekick swallowed hard. "Just because I like strong people doesn't mean that you-- And even if I was attracted, I doubt--" He couldn’t sort his thoughts straight, maybe he just need to get to the point. “I don’t want to be hurt; I want to be protected."

Ok. Maybe that was too honest. He tried to hide his face, but Villain’s grip was too strong. Her fingers left an icy chill where they pressed into his skin. He half-expected his face to start steaming from the contrast.

“You think I could protect you?” she said lowly.

A shot of bravery coursed through Sidekick’s blood, giving them the will to jerk back and break her hold. “I already told you! I’m not attracted—“

“I probably could.”

Sidekick stopped dumb.

With the way Villain looked at him, suddenly that little bug comment seemed too accurate.

“If I let you go,” Villain mused. “Would you come back?”

No. Yes. Maybe?

“You…want me to?”

Villain shrugged. “I’m curious why a hero feels in need of protection. So much so that they would search for it from a villain.”

“I wasn’t—“

“Oh, hush. You’re practically begging to be taken in.”

Sidekick sputtered on the beginnings of words, but nothing fully formed. There was something wrong with him. Villain was right. The fact he was even entertaining this idea proved it.

“I don’t just latch on to every strong person I see,” he finally managed poutily, unable to meet Villain’s gaze.

“But?” Villain said knowingly, her sly smile growing wide enough to crinkle her eyes.

“But…I’m free on Saturday…if you care…”

Villain pushed off the wall, giving Sidekick room to breathe. She spun on her heel and walked with a slow bounce to the middle of the exercise room before eyeing Sidekick over her shoulder. “It’s a date. Now get out, little bug, before I change my mind.”

Part Two

Master Taglist:

@moss-tombstone @crazytwentythrees @just-1-lonely-person @the-vagabond-nun @willow-trees-are-beautiful @cocoasprite @insanedreamer7905 @valiantlytransparentwhispers @whovian378 @watercolorfreckles @thebluepolarbear @yulanlavender @kitsunesakii @deflated-bouncingball @lem-hhn @office-plant-in-a-trenchcoat @last-ditch-entry @ghostfacepepper @pigeonwhumps @demonictumble @inkbirdie @vuvulia @bouncyartist @lunatic-moss-studio @breilobrealdi @freefallingup13 @i-am-a-story-goblin @ryunniez @rainy-knights-of-villainy @distractedlydistracted

#hero x villain #sidekick x villain #heroes and villains community #hero #creative writing #writing snippet #heroes and villains #villain #am I weird? #not many people I tell about this dynamic #seem to understand why I like it? #i just love how it goes against the typical #guys swooning over strong ladies #it's just great #strong lady x weak guy

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - step by step

Hello, what if a student visits the school with an assistance dog. An assistance dog, because it has an illness, for example. EvershedxStudent!Reader would be great if you can please write about a dog who is allowed to follow into the school. - Anon 💜

Standing in the headteachers office, you had one hand on your dogs harness as he sat there patiently waiting.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but this school has a strict no animals rule.”

“Did they not tell you when you got this job sir?” You asked confused.

“Excuse me?”

Laughing a little, you walked over and sat down in a chair, letting go of the harness you turned to the dog.

“Loki lay down.”

The dog did as you sat and looked up at you before resting his head on your foot at you turned back to your head teacher.

“He’s a medical alert dog sir, or a service dog either one works he’s classified as both. I have a cardiac problem, Loki alerts to this as it caused a lot of issues.”

“Cardiac problem?”

You sighed a little and slumped down in your chair, grabbing you bag you pulled out your timetable and handed it over to him.

“cardiomyopathy.”

“There’s nothing in your notes about this (Y/N).”

“Well my mum told the trust, so that’s not my issue.”

He looked at you then looked at your timetable and he held up his hand, picking up his phone.

You had to sit there and listen to him talk to your mum in the phone, explaining how he’d recently become the headteacher and he just wanted confirmation.

They spoke for a few moments before he ended the call and turned his attention back to you.

“Is there anything you could tell me? I just want to know as much as possible so I know how to help if needed.”

“Gladly, I’ll explain whatever you need me to.”

This started a long conversation between the pair of you, Mr Evershed asking you questions relating to your condition.

You sneered everything, giving him all the information he asked for.

It was a long conversation and you noticed Loki tapping your leg repeatedly with his nose and you looked down.

“Uhm… yeah can we put pause on this?”

You got up and laid carefully on the floor while Loki put himself on your chest and you placed your hand on his back, running your fingers through his fur as you waited for what was coming.

“(Y/N) are you okay?” Mr Evershed asked worried.

He walked over and crouched next to you and you turned to him.

“Usually I wake up after a few minutes, if I don’t wake up after five you need to call an ambulance and my mum. Everything you need is in my bag, and some papers in Loki’s vest.”

“You’re going to faint?”

You nodded and he took his blazer off, folding it he placed it under your head and sat down, his phone on the floor next to him waiting to start the timer.

He watched you try to fight passing out, and eventually you did, and he quickly started the timer.

He didn’t feel right just watching, so he gently took your hand and pressed his fingers to your wrist, feeling for your heartbeat just to put his mind at ease.

He flicked his eyes to see a few minutes had past and before he got ready to call an ambulance you started to stir.

“Hey, are you alright? Do you need anything?”

You shook your head weakly, running your hand over Loki’s fur as he wagged his tail happily.

You stared up at the ceiling, and you slowly sat up with the help of Mr Evershed.

He kept his hand on your back and looked at you.

“Can you stand?”

“I.. I Uhm think so.”

You carefully stood up, and he stayed close by to make sure you were okay and walked you over to the chair so you could sit down.

He put his blazer back in and sat down.

“We’ll have to fill in some papers to put this in your file to make it official, is that okay?”

“Yeah, yeah sure.”

He smiled and you guys got to work.

The trust loved throwing obstacles at not just the school and it’s teachers, but it’s students as well.

After seeing first hand what happens on account for your condition he knew you needed to keep your dog loki by your side.

So he was going to make sure there was absolutely no way for them to stop this, and he was going to put all the information, links and contacts you could give him so if they did try anything, he could take it a step further.

You weren’t going to be failed by a corrupt system who only cared about getting money he was going to make sure of it

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed #mr evershed imagine

[forever-rogue]

HI LOVE ok so I'm watching The Hidden Lives of Pets which is a Netflix animal documentary and there's this episode where a guy shows how he always goes camping with his CAT and the cat leads him to the car/camp after they go for a walk and at night the cat curls up on a chair and watches the guy cook dinner and then they both chill and stargaze until the fire is out and nOW IM YEARNING FOR CAMPING WITH FRANKIE AND A PET MY GOOOOOOODDDDDD

 AN | Okay, but this is so cute! I hope you guys enjoy a soft lil take on Frankie and some camping 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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“You’re not serious,” Frankie’s face fell as he glanced between you and the small harness in his hand. Oh. Perhaps he really had been serious after all. A bereft sigh passed your lips, “we’re n - we’re not taking Mr. Beans camping with us.”

“Why not?” the pout on his face alone was almost enough to get you to give in, instead you dissolved into laughter, “he wants to come! He’ll have a good time.”

“He’s a cat,” you took the small harness and tossed it onto the counter, “his joys in life are eating, sleeping, and sitting in a warm lap or window. Tell me why you’re so sure he’d like camping.”

“You are stereotyping him to be just all like all other cats,” as if on cue, Mr. Beans padded into the kitchen, circling your legs before rubbing against you and plopping at your feet, “see! He knows his mother is being mean.”

“I…did you and the cat really just gang up on me?” you shook your head before reaching down to scratch behind his ears. When you looked back up, Frankie’s expression was nothing short of pleading; you were surprised he didn’t break down and fall to his knees, “fine. Fine. Mr. Beans can come - but we’re going to have to make sure that we have everything for him and that we’re extra careful. I don’t want anything to happen to…our son.”

“Yes!” he pumped his fist before picking up the small, fluffy black cat and holding him to his chest, “we’re going to have the best time.”

“Yeah,” you leaned in and kissed cheek, shaking your head in amusement at the two of them, “I’m sure we will, Francisco.”

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“There, voila!” he looked so proud of himself for the tent he’d just put up. You gave him a small round of applause as he took a mock little bow. Mr. Beans had been underfoot the whole time, almost as if he thought he was supervising the tent construction himself. You had to admit, he did look pretty stinking cute in his red and black check harness, matching right along with Frankie in his signature flannel. Totally not planned babe, he had insisted, but you could see right through him. 

“Looks wonderful,” you stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his face before stroking his cheek, “I hope you remembered the air mattress and his bed. Can’t have the little prince be left to sleep like a peasant.”

“‘course I remembered,” he scoffed playfully as he walked past you and to the back of the car. He had definitely packed everything and anything that could even be remotely needed; by the time you’d left the house that morning, the car was a tight squeeze. You couldn’t even be mad - it was endearing that he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. He rummaged through what he had packed before making a little triumphant sound and pulling out two stuffed duffel bags, “everything we need for a comfortable tent experience!”

“Excellent, my liege,” you grabbed one of the bags before kissing him. It caused him to pause for a moment as he looked at you with soft eyes, a flush crept into his cheeks, “thank you for this, Frankie. It was a good idea to get away for the weekend.”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered lightly, still amazed by the effect you managed to have over him, despite how long he’d been lucky enough to call you his, “I thought it was a good idea too. Obviously…wait - maybe not obviously, but yeah. I think you know-”

“Shh,” you put a finger to his lips to stop his rambling, giggling lightly, “I know what you meant, love. Come one, let’s throw the bags into the tent and go for a hike.”

“Okay,” he agreed happily, as he helped you with your stuff, “sounds great.”

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Your little afternoon hike turned into an adventure that was both fun and almost too cute to handle. You were glad you’d remembered to bring your phone so you managed to take some good pictures. 

You were carrying a light backpack, filled with water and snacks and some emergency medical supplies while Frankie too had a backpack…for Mr. Beans. You were left breathless with how hard you’d laughed when he first told you that the backpack was for the - in case he gets tired. He’d started out on leash, strapped to his little harness, happily trotting along with the two of you.,

You had to admit that the small cat was extremely well behaved, as well as probably the sweetest little thing. Whenever another pair of hikers or someone with a dog would cross your paths, he was excited to make his way over to get pets, but he was so cute about it. When Frankie saw how good he was with dogs, it gave him the idea that maybe your little family needed a new member. It could be a brother or sister for him, that way he’ll never be lonely when we’re gone. And just how were you supposed to argue with that? 

At one point, the little black cat and his little legs had grown tired, causing him to stop and quietly meow at the two of you. Frankie wasted no time in reaching down and picking up, putting him delicately into the little carrier backpack. You said nothing but gave them both a kiss and took a picture to forever remember this moment.

“What?” he asked when he’d caught you grinned like a loon at him, “something on my face?”

“No,” you promised, “just love you lots is all.”

“Oh,” there was sht little smile you loved so much, “I love you.”

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The fire that Frankie had started was crackling merrily, as the two of you sat around it, drinking hot chocolate and talking about anything and everything. Mr. Beans was sitting at your feet, stretched out on a soft, fluffy blanket as he let the fire warm his belly. 

You couldn’t help but lean down to pet him, causing him to purr happily as he pushed his face into your hand. Frankie had a smug, playful little smirk on his face, “what? I can see that look, Morales.”

“Nothing,” he innocently shrugged, “just funny that you didn’t think he should come at first, and look at the two of you. Thick as thieves - even more than normal.”

“Well, it’s not that I didn’t want him to come,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “I just wasn’t sure that he would enjoy it…or that it would be safe! I don’t want anything to happen to him. Besides, Francisco, normal people don’t generally bring their cats camping. But then again, we’re not exactly normal…”

“What’s the difference between us bringing him,” he scoffed, not at you but in general, “and with other people bringing their dogs? More or less the same thing.”

“I suppose…” you agreed, scooting closer to him so your bodies were touching, “but luckily, it’s all going very well. But do you know what else we need?”

“I know that look,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “s’mores.”

“S’mores,” you jumped up and made quick work of grabbing the chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows. Frankie had grabbed a few sticks that were suitable for proper marshmallow roasting, as you had put it earlier. You fished a couple of the big, fluffy blobs out of the bag and pushed them onto the end of the sticks.

“For you,” he handed you one of the sticks and you both stuck the marshmallows near the flames. Frankie was softly explaining the best way to get the ultimate toast on the marshmallow, crispy on the outside but then gooey on the inside. You were sure that you were just watching him with actual heart eyes, which he seemed to notice, “everything alright?”

“Yes,” it was a soft promise as you pulled your marshmallow that had gotten a little too crispy with your quiet study of him, out of the flame and put it on the plate as you got ready to roast another, “I was just…listening to you and trying to follow along.”

“Either I was not explaining it very well, or you got very easily distracted,” he winked at you, “it’s okay, honey bee, you can look all you want, I’m all yours.”

“Hush,” you waved your stick at him before you both broke into a fit of giggles, “it’s not my fault you’re all handsome like that, and funny, and sexy, and everything.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he almost broke the graham crackers in half at your statement, suddenly very interested in what he was doing. It was his tell every time he was flustered; he became incredibly invested in whatever he had been doing. 

“Flattery will get me everywhere,” you passed him the chocolate so he could assemble the s’mores, “you know it will, baby.”

“I need you to keep quiet,” his bark had absolutely no bite behind it, the smile that was pulling up the corners of his mouth evidence of that, “very important business at hand.”

“Clearly,” you agreed, “you’re not allowed to sleep in the tent if the s’mores are anything less than perfect.”

“No pressure,” he made quick work of putting together the sweet treats, getting the perfect ratio of ingredients that you liked. He handed you the plate, and you played along, inspecting it closely, “what does the queen think then?”

“Approved,” you leaned over and kissed him, tasting the sweetness of the marshmallows that he had already eaten lingering on his lips, “I guess I’ll keep you.”

“What an honor,” his hand found the back of your neck as he gently held you close to him so he could steal a few more languid, saccharine kisses.

“What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason to kiss you?”

“Never,” you beamed at him, “you taste good. Sweet.”

“I could never taste as sweet as you though,” that was enough to cause you to look at him with big, doe eyes as your entire face flushed with warmth, “what’s the matter? Cat - or I guess I could say Mr. Beans - got your tongue?”

“You’re a menace,” you took a big bite and pretended to glare at him.

“But I’m your menace.”

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“You’re hogging the blanket,” you were grinning as you scooted closer to him on the small air mattress. There had already been very little space between the two of you and now it was basically nonexistent. He draped an arm around your waist as you rested your head on his chest.

“Better?” he kissed the crown of your head as you hummed in content. You yawned, closing your eyes as you felt sleep start to pull you into its sweet embrace.

Before either of you could fall asleep, a small meow reached your ears before the mattress shook gently. Mr. Beans, very small but mighty, padded over your body before settling in between the two of you. He circled around a few times before settling down, purring lightly. 

Frankie reached down and petted him for a few moments before he became too sleepy to do much of anything. You were smiling at him, at his softness for not just you but the cat. You were reminded all over again of just why you loved him so much. 

“Go to sleep,” he murmured softly, “I can feel you staring at me.”

“I would do no such thing,” you leaned up and gently kissed his nose, “I love you, Frankie. And you too, Mr. Beans.”

“I love you too,” he sounded too cute for someone that was seconds away from sleep, “both of you.”

Mr. Beans stretched before making a small sound, almost as if he was saying it back to both of you before falling asleep as well. 

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[daughterofthereaper02]

We Got Married? Part 6

A/N: I’ll say it, I have an issue. I do. But what can anyone do about it when so many of you are the same as me.

Link to Part One, Masterlist, Part 7

Warnings: TALKS OF SEX! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+!!!!!!

You were in the skies, training a new group of recruits. Today, you were in a foul mood due to the recruits and their attitude towards you. You decided to make a wager against all of them and they were all failing miserably, you even made one man cry today after having to do so many pushups. “Ace! Do you see Sparky anywhere?” Trident asked his WSO, “No she isn’t on the radar, crap!” he said. You pulled a move your husband showed you and moved out from under them “Been here the whole time boys” you said before going inverted “Let’s get this over with” you said and took off. It was a rough fight and you manage to scare the crap out of the two before getting a lock on them, “Turn around boys. You have pushups to do” you said before going to land.

You got out of the jet and placed your husband's sunglasses on. You walked past the students, dismissing them before going to change. On your way back, a Luientent knocked coffee all over you, causing you to curse in pain and glared at them. Your eyes widened "Midnight?" You asked, looking at your ex boyfriend. "Sparky? How the hell are you L/N?" He asked, asking as if he didn't break up with you because you weren't good enough. "Great, really great. It's Mitchell now" you smirked "Recently promoted to Captain for honorable actions" you said and walked off "Nice to see you Luientent!" You called over your shoulder and got changed.

You came out, wearing Mavericks sunglasses on your head and walked to his office. As soon as you got there, you closed his door and shut the blinds. He looked up from his paperwork and raised a brow "I know I'm all for office sex but normally you aren't so- bold....." He said, trailing off when he saw the look on your face "What's wrong?" He asked, opening his arms so you can sit on his lap.

You sat down and put your head on his shoulder, breathing in your husband's cologne. It leveled your thinking and you relaxed as he rubbed circles into your back. "Remember when I told you, I used to date my wingman Midnight? Jackson Ackles?" You said. He nodded, a frown appearing "The one who was emotionally abusive and lied saying you weren't good enough?" He asked. You smiled as you remembered when you told him, he was extremely angry but it made him understand why you were insecure in your relationship. "He's here. I ran into him, well he ran into me and spilt hot coffee on me" you whispered. "I don't know how long he'll be here but it freaked me out and I just needed to see you. We were so happy finally and then in comes asshole" you pouted. He kissed you "I'll be here the whole time. I think he is only here for a few days. They just called some people back for a lecture about our missions" he said.

He kept his arms around you until he knew you were calm enough. "Why don't you bring your work here and we'll work together?" He asked, you could tell he wanted to make sure you weren't getting cornered. You nodded and he followed you to your office to help you. "Oh, Bradley and Jake are bringing some new beer to the bonfire tonight" you said. Those two have gotten along a lot better since they were married in Vegas. They were as good as you and Maverick.

You came up to your office to find Midnight leaning against the wall near it. You got a cold look on your face and Maverick raised a brow at the arrogance he had. "Y/n-" he started and Pete cut in "Excuse me Lt. You are to address Captain Mitchell with her title and respect" he said. Midnight just walked away and you grinned at Pete "I like when you get all protective" you murmured.

Later that day, you were climbing onto the back of Pete's motorcycle, wrapping your arms around his waist and slightly under his shirt, not realizing the Jackson was following you both, not that you cared much either. You both went to The Hard Deck, wanting to relax there for a bit before you were supposed to go to the bonfire.

Jackson came up next to you when Pete got up to use the restroom and smirked, "So Mitchell" he said, "Where is your husband? Did he leave you too? You were never good at keeping people's interest for long. Little raggedy anne" he mocked. You raised a brow "Actually you met him earlier today. Don't worry, he'll be back soon though" you said, trying to move away from him.

You stared at Midnight when he gripped your arm and he looked cocky "Seriously, you went for that old man? You really downgraded. Just admit it, you miss me. You miss the sex, you've probably never had someone as good as me" he said, trying to sound sexy. "I can get you out of this, I'll take you back in a heartbeat. Well, after you beg for it" he said, trying to intimidate you.

You smirked and shook your head as he finished, you never noticed Pete or your other friends coming up behind you as you ripped your arm out of his grasp "Want me to admit something? Let me tell you how much better Pete is then you shrimp dick. First of all, that man can sweep me off my feet in the most romantic ways. He truly cares about me. But you want to bring up sex? Let's talk sex. I have never been more satisfied on my life, he can go round for round with me and not get tired like you. Every time, he hits my g-spot and knows where my clit is unlike you. His size? My God" you grinned, getting a look "most pilots are cocky when they act like they have a good dick but him? He is perfect. He made me forget how to speak the other night. Also, he may use toys to spice it up, but it isn't what he relies on to make me orgasm. He knows what he is doing. Hell, most nights and days I can't walk straight after." You said, staring in his eyes as Midnight grew uncomfortable "I had about two orgasms our entire relationship, you don't even come close to that man. You are toxic, abusive, and a child in a man's body" you hissed. "Never, and I mean never! Insult my husband again. You are nothing compared to him" you said before turning away.

You blushed as you saw all your friends staring. You looked at Pete and he put a protective arm around you, looking proud. Glaring at Jackson, he said "She is the best woman I have ever met. Don't think for one second that you can hurt her the way you did. If you try that again-" he said before Bradley and Jake broke in "We'll personally hurt you. Don't mess with our little sister again!" They said, moving in front of you protectively. Coyote and Fanboy grabbed him and tossed him out of the bar.

You looked up at Pete "I'm sorry if I said too much but I got so angry and I truthfully wanted him to know how much better you are" you grinned. Pete just kissed you deeply "I'm proud of you, you stuck up for us, for you" he murmured "Now come on, there is supposed to be a little celebration bonfire tonight" he murmured, leading you out.

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