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luvelylaconic · 15 hours

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Jealous? Nah. (Yes.)

Gojo x Fem Reader: Part 3. MINORS DNI

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In which, you befriend Suguru and it doesn't sit well with Satoru. He's sure it's just because he doesn't want to lose his best friend, right?

Content: Possessiveness, Jealousy, Eventual smut, Jujutsu College AU, Slight Toxic Relationship, Sexual Themes

What did he mean he will do something about it?

Satoru's inner turmoil got the best of him as he sat on his friend's bed, still attempting to grasp the earlier conversation;

Did he mean it as a competition?

He wasn't one to back down on a competition- he always wins. So he will have you- not Suguru.

But that doesn't means he likes you in any means past a simple attraction, right?

He's nearly positive that once he gets it out of his system and gets the satisfaction that he's won you over Suguru, everything will return to normalcy.

But until then, he had to find a way to get close to you to begin with- enough for you to even talk to him at the very least.

He admits, he hasn't been the most friendliest to you. But that was the case for most people; he didn't bother to form relationships or make small talk with people. He found it mundane, pointless- due to the sheer fact he was the strongest, and everyone else was below him. He had no need to satisfy other people's inner need for these useless bonds that they craved so desperately from him. He had Suguru as a friend, and that was all he needed.

Or so he thought.

Because now he was facing a dilemma he never once thought he would face.

Sure, he's talked to girls before. But it was nothing more than some entertainment; having someone to take with to the club when Suguru had a date, or someone who had connections to parties that he could tag along with. And with the occasional, but very seldom time, where he did go further with them- it was nothing more than to satisfy the needs he even admit he has.

But he never once had a label on any of these arrangements, nor has he kept in contact with one girl for more than two weeks.

He could also count on one hand the amount of girls he's slept with- or actually,with only three fingers... or two...?

Satoru starts to think if one even counted. He either tends to forget girls from being under the influence (which he now realizes he doesn't enjoy doing), or simply does not care to remember.

Because the times he did do anything beyond having them as company, it was with a simple need in mind. He didn't particularly enjoy anything from it and found himself with regret instead the following day. So at some point, he just stopped seeing girls all together.

And no one dared to judge him for it, which he was content with him.

But now he was at a complete loss on what to do with you.

He's sure it will come naturally. But the thought of you not being interested has him uneasy, he's never faced rejection. And the possibility of being rejected by specifically you felt even worse.

Because, even though he would like to deny it, there was that part of him that wanted you to genuinely like him.

But he chose to ignore that thought as he sent a text to you,

Hey, thanks for the notes. What's your coffee order?

When the next day followed, Satoru made sure to get ready a bit earlier than usual to stop by the coffee stand before class- making sure the order was exactly what you requested.

Even sending a quick picture to Suguru of the coffee with a text that follows,

Don't worry about making her coffee today ;)

He now waited at the same seat from yesterday, leaving your drink sitting beside him on the desk as he sipped on his very sweet and sugary drink, that perhaps didn't even count as a coffee anymore.

But when he saw you walk in a little later than usual, he made a mental note on how slowly you moved and how your eyes didn't leave your feet as you made your way up the stairs of the lecture room. Your bag barely in your grasp as you tugged it along.

It wasn't until you sat down did he notice how absolutely drained you looked; your complexion dimmed, your eyelids looked heavy while the area under eyes began to darken slightly, and when you smiled at him while thanking him for the coffee- the smile didn't reach your bright eyes like they usually did.

"What happened to you?", he murmured as he set his coffee down, adverting all his attention to you.

You only sighed, rubbing your eyes from exhaust, "Yaga set me out on a high priority mission last night. I got back an hour ago."

Before he could ask anymore details, the professor began talking and you were quick to start your notes like you usually did.

But he kept on thinking about Yaga. Why did he send you out? Alone at that it seems. Why couldn't he had sent him instead- it would have been taken care of faster that way.

He also didn't like the thought of you possibly struggling on your own in the middle of the night, with nobody there to protect you. The thought of it irked him, only adding another thing to the list of reasons he doesn't particularly like the higher ups.

But it's whatever, he finally concluded. You were a first grade after all, and you didn't seem physically hurt by any means. Just... exhausted.

He then brought his attention back to class, noticing in his peripheral the way you were struggling to keep up with the lecture. Your notes didn't have your personalized details, and you often left information out- your main focus being to keep yourself awake more than anything.

So he took it upon himself to slide the notebook away from you, then grabbing his much neglected pen from his pocket,

"I'll take notes for you.", was all he said before he began jotting down the notes where you left off, not giving a second glance as he did.

And you nodded in appreciation, not in a place to contend- as you now leaned into your arms, allowing yourself to close your eyes for a little. All while Satoru made sure to add every detail he possibly could to your notes, making sure they were as pretty as yours. And as pretty as he thought you looked while you napped.

"I think he took it the wrong way when I said I would do something about it."

Shoko groaned in frustration as she flicked her lighter that now ran dead, only igniting small flames that weren't enough to light her cigarette. But Suguru was quick to grab his out his pocket, lighting it for her. She sighed a thanks before inhaling in,

She then exhaled out after a few seconds, letting the smoke fan out around her as the cigarette sat on the side of her mouth, "Leave it to Satoru to take it that way."

The raven hair man shrugged, "I was only trying to help. Be a wingman, I suppose.", he then took a few steps away from Shoko, settling behind her against a wall, hoping the smoke smell didn't linger on him.

He knew you didn't like the smell of smoke. It was obvious every time Shoko lit a cigarette near you. But you were always nice about it, typical of you.

"But why go through all the trouble?", she once again took a hit from the lit stick, a longer one this time, "I thought you liked her."

Smoke once again puffed out, a big cloud now surrounding the two.

"I do."

Shoko finally turned her face towards him, looking at him through the corners of her eyes,

"Then, why?"

Suguru thought for a moment,

"Because I care for Satoru too, and i've been worried about him.", he began as he started walking away, knowing she would follow suit, "I know being the strongest sorcerer gets to him, it would to anyone. But he has it so warped that he thinks he doesn't need anyone else. But he does. He needs someone that isn't me- someone that can help him and be there for him in a way I can't."

The trailing girl took the cigarette out of her mouth, stomping on it,

"And that someone is Y/N?"

"Yeah, I think so."

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dokkamj · 2 days

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DON’T DENY THE UNDENIABLE.

before your read! this is a 18+ story MDNI!! again i excuse myself for grammar mistakes, english is not my native language, enjoy.

(idk the credits for this pic, lmk if you know!)

another tequila shot down your throat as the party kept going, the mission with the Task Force 141 was successful and all the team’s wanted to have a party at the squad apartment, yeah the same that the upper plans told them to take care of, but tonight no one really cared after that mission.

Simon quite drunk, look at the messy living room and sigh as he took sight of Price flirting with the one that seems y/n’s captain, so if she was there… even that little thing was here somewhere, but where?

you took another shot with Soap and laughed “didn’t know that girls can handle this much alcohol” Soap said giggling “oh well, i don’t really know, maybe i need to wait” you said with a shrug before light up a cigarette.

your mood were calm, even if the thought to meet Simon make you a bit nervous. You two…. were complicated.

You squads often works together, and his rank was higher than yours, you two kissed once, but you both decide to don’t go further, for both you mean only you.

too scared to lose your work too scared to make it real.

you sigh as the thought of him make you frustrated, you took a puff of your cigarette as you keep thinking about him, he was the most handsome man you ever seen.

a 6’6 man, muscular, dirty blond hair, hazel eyes that turn honey in the sunlight, a nose slightly crooked since he broke it two times, and the fact that you were the only one to have seen his face makes you go insane.

It was just a pure case, you were in the field when an enemy attacks him from behind, pull Simon and taking off his balaclava in a fight, you where the one too shoot at the man that was attacking something that could be yours.

He makes you promise to don’t tell anybody that you saw his face, that now you know him at 100%.

the alcohol start to kick in since you see all blurry.

Simon at the other hand was quite drunk, can’t see a shit and the balaclava was strangely uncomfortable tonight. He respected the decision of yours to don’t get serious to don’t kiss again, but half of a whisky bottle a pack of cigarette after and he couldn’t think straight.

he was looking for what was his, you.

he step in the kitchen and saw you with your hair free, a little black dress, heels and red lipstick. Fuck his dick was hard just for staring at your ass for more than a minute, he sigh and with a smirk grab your arm and pull you.

“Simon?” you look at him confused, what he was doing?? “Simon let me go” you said as he pull you in a room, locking the door, close the curtains, he was drunk yeah, but he was always on alert.

then he grab a chair, drag it in the middle of his room and sat down, taking off his balaclava “we need to talk.” he said as he rest his elbows on his knees looking up at you as you stand before him.

“huh? what do you mean?” you ask with a frown look, did you did something? was he mad at you? what the fuck happened.

“i don’t want to discuss with you about our deal.” he said as he take a deep breath, you could tell that he was drunk. “what deal?” you ask.

“don’t fucking play it dumb y/n.” he said, his tone almost mad, you squeeze your tights together, why he turn you on so easily? he was mad and you where….fuck what a mess.

you gulped “i don’t get it.”

Why did you need to do this!? why you always play the fucking dumb card, why why why? He was mad, nervous as he see blurry and he really have a problem whit containing himself, he take off his t-shirt almost ripped it off, he need to cool down.

you gasped at the sight of him with only his uniform pants, tactic boots, bare chest. dog tags hanging from his neck and rest on his pecs, he let one of his hand run trough his blond and messy hair, biting his bottom lip, legs spread.

the things you are thinking rn….

“what a whore i am.” you thought as you sigh.

“you know how many women are chasing me? you know how many of those stops me on work to ask me for my fucking number huh?” he said mad, what the fuck is wrong with him? if he wanted to make you jealous, well now you are.

“and what is this supposed to mean?” you ask rising your eyebrow, resting your hands on your hips trying to don’t get mad as much as him, or even more.

“it mean that i can everyone that i want.” he hissed and you look at him with a puzzled look “wtf is wrong with you? you think that i don’t have many man chasing me around? that they don’t stare at me?” you say and he sigh.

“Fuck y/n.” he said sighing before grab your arm pull you over him so you sat on his lap, breast under his chin, tights on his hips, you wanted to pull away but he doesn’t let you.

“i want you, only you.” he said pressing his lips on your neck, and a moan escape from your mouth, you just couldn’t resist him, it was a rough fight with yourself.

you grind yourself on him, as he slam his lips on you, squeezing your round ass with his hand “is that so hhm?” he tease, slapping your rear and sneaking his hands under your dress.

you just want him as much he wants you, his hand in your hair as the other where under your dress. you moaned “fuck the others” he muttered “i don’t want to stay away from you one more minute.” he hissed on your mouth.

“don’t try to run away from me y/n, because i’il chasing you more than every other man will” he says in a possessive tone that makes your legs weak and your breath just heavier.

“I’m not running away” you moaned, why deny it anymore? He was all you need right now.

“good girl ya’ are” he murmur on your collarbone, he smirks sneaking a hand on your wet cunt and rub your folds trough the soft fabric of your underwear, you scratch his back as just a soft touch makes you insane.

he start to play with your panties then move it aside thumb rubbing on your puffy clit as he start to fucks you with two fingers, and your mind go all blank.

you where a messy puddle in his hands, you grind on his hand that was still moving to give you pleasure “yeah, good, want ya’ ta came all over ma’ fucking finger, understood?” he hissed on your neck.

“Si, i-i understand…” you moaned, you where glad that he did locked the door, if anyone of one of your squads catch you… it would be the end.

some minutes and you came on him, on his lap, such a good girl you were for him. You start to unbuckle his belt a metallic ‘thud, unbutton his uniform pants and unzip it.

“wait- wanna eat you” he murmur on your mouth but you shake your head, fuck there is no way that you are going to wait for him.

“no, please can’t resist anymore” you moaned “but-“ you shut him put your finger on his lips “we have all the night for that” you reassure him, he smirks as he free his dick from his boxer, now between your soft tights.

“take it like a good girl ya’ are, is all yours.” he said, and you didn’t let him repeat himself as you rub the head on your folds before push yourself down on his throbbing cock, he moaned satisfied, he was finally inside of you.

there was a moment where you need to wait to your walls being fully stretched, and when you start to rocking your hips back and forth Simon moaned loudly, again luckily outside of this door where a party with loud music.

he nibbled on your collarbone, squeezing your breast keeping you close, you where a goddess to him, fuck he was willing to get on his knees and beg you to break the deal if it was necessary.

he pull the dress down to suck on your nipple, he just wanted to smell you, to feel you.

“fuck, y/n” he said feeling your walls squeezing him in a deadly trap “i hate that i can’t resist you” you muttered moaning and panting.

“i’m so grateful that you can’t resist me sweetheart.” he said before make you stand up “but i need to give you a lesson.” he grinned before slam you on his desk on his paperwork, make you bend over, taking of your dress and throw it on the ground.

before, with a deep thrust stretching your walls once again, pounding in you roughly, making you scream his name and gripping the side of the desk.

“scream as loudly as possible, i’m the only one that could save you from myself.” he said before spank your ass, you rolled your eyes back into your skull.

“Simon— Fuck—“ you moaned feeling already the second orgasm building up in your lower body, one hand gripping your hip and the other grab your hair, pulling it and makes you look at him as he pound in your from behind.

dirty blond hair messy, pecs sweating, eyes full of lust as he licks his dry lips, you would let him do whatever he wants with you.

you screamed once again but he put the other hand on your mouth making you stay shut as you came on his fat cock once again, feeling your own juice dripping down your tights as he keep thrust in you.

spanking your ass and press your cheek against the cold wood desk making you stay still, he was rough and you where glad for it, finding someone that wasn’t afraid to surpass the line.

“fuck— i own ya’, did ya’ fucking hear me?” he hissed in your ear, you rolled your eyes in your skull once again, overwhelmed by all the feeling he was giving you.

you didn’t respond as you keep moaning, he spanks your ass leaving a big red mark that was getting only more red than before “ya’ fucking hear me!?” he said and you scream in pleasure once again before nodding “Si-si i’m yours.” you said feeling another orgasm building up.

your breath was irregular as you salivate on the desk clearly cock drunk.

“good girl” he said as he leave delicious spanks on your ass and bite on the back of your neck. Thrust in you harder than before as you came another time, fuck, you where so sensible when it comes to him.

you could hear him moaning and growling, gripping your hips more painfully than before and dropping himself on you, forehead on your shoulder as he release himself in you as his cock throb in your folds.

“take a little break, because i didn’t finish with ya’. Ya’ heard me?” he said with a smirk and you couldn’t help yourself, you kissed him, why didn’t you give up months ago?

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avastrasposts · 2 days

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Big Sky Country - ch. 3 **

Hello!

Chapter 3 is where things get rough, but those little stars next to the chapter title also mean things get spicy so enjoy!

Warnings for the whole series here

Fic summery: Cowboy Frankie returns to New York to work things out with his 'maybe girlfriend' Eva. But he also makes a connection with another woman, who makes this lost cowboy feel welcome in her Brooklyn bar.

Cowboy!Frankie x OFC Aisling

Series Master LIst

It was late when he woke up, half the day seemed to have passed and another siren startled him awake. He was face down on the couch, his neck ached from the weird position and he groaned as he rolled over and sat up. The water was running in the bathroom so Eva must be up, he heard her flush the toilet and he got up to sort breakfast.

He tapped gently on the bathroom door, “How do you feel about some food?” he asked and when he got no reply he knocked a little bit louder. The shower was running and he pushed the door open, knocking again.

“Hey, it’s me, how do you feel about breakfast?”

His eyes widened as he saw the toilet bowl, there was blood in it, and his insides twisted.

“Eva!”

She’d already turned off the water and her hand came out, grabbing her towel off the hook, her movements slow, and he couldn’t understand her lack of panic as he felt it rush through his body, making his heart sprint.

“Eva! What happened?” Frankie tugged at the shower curtain and she didn't meet his eyes, instead she looked down at the thin rivulet of blood running down the inside of her thigh.

“Cariño, please, I need to get you to the ER,” he said, holding out his hand to her but she just shook her head.

“It’s normal, Frankie,” she said “They told me this would happen.”

“What? Who told you?” Frankie felt himself floundering, he didn’t understand, she’s losing the baby but she doesn’t seem bothered.

She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the shower.

“I had an abortion, Frankie.”

He felt the blood drain from his face, and there was a sudden sharp sting where his nails were digging into his palms.

“An abortion?” he said, his voice strangled as Eva gave a weak nod and sighed.

“I told you, I can’t do this Frankie, I don’t want to do this.”

“Without even talking to me?” he said, “We never even talked about it properly!”

His voice bounced around the tiled bathroom and Eva pulled the towel tighter around her and shoved past him.

“There was nothing to talk about, I didn’t want it, it’s my choice.”

Frankie rubbed his hand over his face and she disappeared into the bedroom. He took a few deep breaths before he followed her.

“I know that, Eva, but…fuck…I thought we had more time to talk about it, this is our baby, I want to do this with you. And I would’ve come with you, helped you!”

“Was.”

“What?”

“Was, you said ‘is’,” she looked up at Frankie where he was standing in the doorway. “I had the abortion, it’s done.”

The buzzing was back in his head, it felt like a swarm of bees had made a nest just behind his forehead. He pressed the palm of his hand to his head and squeezed his eyes shut. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, the life he’d imagined was gone and he felt like a door had closed, it felt a bit like grief, pain. But a part of him was feeling something else, relief maybe? Or just anger at Eva for not letting him in, not needing him to be there when… His breath hitched, the thought catching and his heart clenched with pain.

“I’m sorry, Frankie,” Eva said, standing by the bedroom door, watching him rub his face. “I know you thought we could make it work, but I’d already made my mind up.”

“So why did you make me come all the way to New York?” Anger suddenly flared up inside him, “Why make me sit on that fucking bus for two days, why even fucking tell me?” He was yelling, his fist thumping against the wall, “Why the fuck did you tell me and make me come back and let me think we would- “

“What, Frankie?” Eva yelled back at him, cutting him off, “What? We would make a happy little family in this shitty one bedroom flat in fucking Greenpoint? I hadn’t fucking made my mind up and I needed you here, I needed to talk to you! I missed you and-”

“We never talked!” Frankie spat out, “You never even-” He cut himself off, his body itched, the buzzing so loud he couldn’t even hear himself think, he needed to leave, needed to breathe. “Fuck it,” he snarled, “I need air, I can’t be here anymore.”

He shoved past her, into the bedroom and Eva backed away, letting him tug his jeans on without a word. He didn’t say anything else either, grabbed his jacket and wallet, slamming the front door behind him.

Before he knew it, he was out on the street, turning down the block and walking away. He couldn’t wrap his head around it, anger thrummed through his body. He doesn't even know if he’s relieved or not, he’s just angry. Angry at Eva for not letting him be a part of the decision, angry that she didn’t even need him there, didn’t let him do the right thing and take her to the clinic. Even if they’d disagreed on the next step, he’d still be there for her, if she wanted to have an abortion, he’d help her anyway he could. But he wasn’t even allowed to be a part of that.

He mumbled under his breath as he stalked down the street, people giving him a wide berth when they saw his thunderous face, but he didn't even notice. His feet carried him around Greenpoint, down to the river where he found himself standing by the edge and staring out across the water towards Manhattan. With a deep sigh he sat down on a bench by and gazed out at the glittering skyline without really seeing it, he was just looking west.

His head was trying to sort through the events of the past few days, his mind spinning all the conversations on a loop as the hours passed. His stomach growled but he felt too sick to eat, too angry. All the things that had happened that made him leave Montana and come back to Brooklyn; Eva’s phone call and revelation, two days on a bus, his own thoughts about becoming a father, the fear and then the determination to not fuck this up. He tried to sort through his emotions the way NA had taught him, lined them all up in his head, getting to the root of why he’s feeling what he’s feeling.

I wanted to be a dad, he told himself, I had a plan, move closer to town, make sure Eva was happy too. I was thinking I could build a corral and get a couple of horses for us, and then our kid could grow up with horses, maybe we’d get a dog too. I could take them out on the trail, go swimming in that creek up by Weed’s Bluff. Bring stuff to cook lunch, maybe we’d catch some fish...I could show our kid how to gut the fish, we’d cook it together…Yeah…I’d like that.

Honestly, Morales. Don’t fucking lie to yourself now. Is that really what you want? Or is it just what you think you’re supposed to want?

No, I want that, I really want that. A normal family life, my head quiet, people I love around me.

And you wanted to do all that with Eva?

Yeah, of course! Sure. Probably. I guess?

Fucking liar. She didn’t even tell you she was getting the abortion. That’s fucked up. She told you she was pregnant, got you here so that you could discuss things, and then she just had the abortion without even letting you come with her. She’s not fucking worth it, Morales.

I still love her.

Liar.

Ok, fine, I don’t know if I still love her. I did love her. Things were good back in Montana for a while. If I could get her to move back there, then maybe...

She doesn’t want to go back to Montana. And she betrayed you.

She cut me out of the decision, and not just the decision, she didn’t even let me help her through it.

Fuck!

He felt the anger rise again as he came back to that, he’d accept her decision to not go through with it, he knows that’s her choice. But the baby would’ve been his too, and now he just felt empty, no closure. He wasn’t even allowed to be there when the decision was made and the pills taken.

He snarled through his teeth, kicked a rock, the sharp pain snapping him out of his inaction.

Fuck her! If that’s how little I mean to her, then fuck her!

Frankie spun around and turned his back on the Manhattan skyline. It had gotten late, a shiver ran through his body as he realized he’d been sitting still on the bench for hours. With a final angry kick at an offending rock, he turned back towards the apartment. He’d just pack up his shit, go down to Port Authority and find the next bus heading west.

Fuck this city!

Aisling looked up as someone knocked on the front door of the bar. The bar had just closed for the night and the doors had been locked. When she spotted Frankie through the glass she scowled and pursed her lips.

“The fucking nerve of this guy…” she hissed under her breath and ignored him, going back to cleaning the bar, but he knocked again, the sound of his knuckles on the old wood loud in the empty room.

“I’m sorry,” he called through the window, “I made a mistake, I shouldn’t have left.”

She looked up at him again, those soft brown eyes locking onto her with a pained expression. He looked pathetic, his hair a mess, no cap, begging at her door, and she told him as much.

“You look pathetic, Morales,” she called back at him, but she put down the rag and stepped out past the bar.

“I know,” came his reply, “I’m a pathetic fucked up loser.”

That made her give a small smirk, the corner of her lip pulling up as she approached the door.

“As a rule, I don’t forgive guys who kiss me and then run away,” she said, stopping just in front of the door with her arms crossed as if she had no intention of opening it. But Frankie saw the glimmer in her eyes, and he couldn’t hide the smile that crept up his own face.

“You kissed me first,” he reminded her, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he tilted his head and looked at her, his smile widening.

“And then you kissed me back and ran off,” Aisling scolded him, but there was no heat there. Instead she slid back the dead bolt and unlocked the door. “You know, we’re already closed.”

“I just wanted to talk to you, I left it kinda bad last time,” Frankie said, “I apologize, I got in my head about shit and made a mistake.”

She let him follow her back to the bar and he sat down on the same stool as the last time as she went back to cleaning the bar.

“Thanks for acknowledging that,” she replied, “I’m not used to guys coming on that strong and then rejecting me.”

“Can I start over?” he asked, holding out his hand to her, “Hi, I’m Frankie, deadbeat cowboy who just drifted in from Montana without a job and connections.”

She gave him a crooked smile, the corner of her mouth pulling up as she took his proffered hand.

“Hi Frankie, I’m Aisling, Brooklyn hustler who takes advantage of cute cowboys who don’t know better.”

He chuckled at that, his warm hand enveloping hers as he shook it, and she was reminded of how it had felt cupping her cheek, rough calluses, thick fingers, gentle in her hair.

“Cute, huh?” he smirked, the tips of his ears turning pink as she smiled back at him.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” she replied and he chuckled again, the soft curls bouncing around his ears now that they weren’t confined by the cap.

“I won’t, but I was hoping you’d still wanna take me for that bodega sandwich?”

Aisling gave him a long once over, he wasn’t cocky, just asking with an honest look in those deep brown eyes that seemed to pull her in. He was obviously hoping to continue what they’d started yesterday, and, despite cursing him out most of last night, she found she wasn’t opposed to it. The kiss had replayed in her head since she woke up and here the owner of those soft lips was standing in front of her again, offering a second chance at feeling them.

Fuck any standards.

“Sure, the offer still stands. I just need to restock the bar and then I’m done,” she replied.

“Let me help then, you’ll get done faster and I’m starving,” he said, standing up from the stool as she nodded.

Frankie knew he was in the wrong, he shouldn’t start something here. It wasn’t fair on Aisling, he was leading her into a situation a lot more complicated than two people just being attracted to each other. There was a small ball of guilt in the pit of his stomach, but the feeling of being betrayed, rejected, still had his head in a death grip. His feet had led him here almost unconsciously after he’d decided to go back to the apartment and pack up. Or, he told himself it was unconscious, in reality he knew he’d made the decision to turn down this street instead of the next one. Just like he had yesterday. He’d come here, looking for Aisling’s warm smile, her soft touch, such a contrast to what life with Eva was now.

Just a sandwich, he told himself, just a sandwich, hang out with her, have a break from this whole fucking mess with Eva, and then I’ll get my shit and head to Port Authority. Maybe I can get her number, she can come visit once I’m done with Eva. Show her the ranch, the cabin. Yeah, just a sandwich.

“Just put away those glasses, they go up there,” Aisling said and pointed at a shelf over his head as he was pulled out of his thoughts.

He got to work and Aisling continued loading beers into the fridge, glancing over at him as he stretched to place the glasses. He’d shrugged out of his tan suede jacket and the faded blue t-shirt underneath hugged his shoulders as he moved. When she crouched down to the fridge under the bar counter, she got a glimpse of his soft belly, a tantalizing trail of dark hair, and she was momentarily stunned. There was something about how it disappeared down into his jeans, his solid looking thighs covered in well worn denim flanking the not very discreet bulge below his belly.

With a bit of an effort, she pulled her gaze away from him, and stacked the last couple of beers.

“All done, let’s get out of here,” she said, standing up and brushing off the knees of her own well worn jeans.

He gave her a quick smile and pulled his jacket back on, following her out through the front door and watched her lock up.

“So is New York treating you any better?” she asked, as they began walking towards the bodega, “You weren’t too happy with her last time.”

Frankie’s lips twisted into a grimace, “Still kicking my ass, but at least the bartenders are friendly.”

Aisling smiled and hooked her arm around his, giving it a squeeze, “Don’t worry, she’ll grow on you once you’ve had this sandwich.”

He was just as solid under her grip as she remembered, and when he accepted her arm and pulled her a little bit closer, she decided she’d forgiven him for running off last time.

Her comment made Frankie smile properly as he relished the feel of her warm hand on his arm. Even out on the dirty street, combating with a couple of trash bags and the diesel fumes from a truck, he could smell the scent of her hair, and he held back the impulse to bury his nose in the long curls by her neck and inhale. Instead he squeezed her arm in return and watched as her eyes smiled up at him. He could kiss her again, right now, and see if it made his head go as quiet as last time, just let her presence take over his brain and calm it. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he got any words out, she tugged his arm towards the entrance of a bodega.

“This is the place, get your order in, cowboy,” she said as she pushed open the door and let go of his arm, and he followed her into the fluorescent light of the small shop, “What’s your go to?”

Frankie rubbed a large hand absentmindedly over his jaw as he looked up at the scribbled menu, “Philly cheese steak,” he decided, “can’t go wrong with that. What’s yours?” He looked over at Aisling who was leaning on the counter smiling at him while the elderly man behind it started slicing a bagel.

“Turkey, lettuce, tomato, cheddar on an everything bagel,” she replied, “Joseph here knows how I like ‘em.”

“She hasn’t changed her order since she was twelve,” Joseph chuckled, “and I still can’t convince her to add mustard to it.”

“Disgusting,” Aisling huffed and wrinkled her nose. She waved a hand at Frankie, introducing him to Joseph. “This is Frankie, he moved here a couple of days ago from Montana, we need to convince him that New York isn’t as bad as he thinks it is.”

“Greatest city in the world!” Joseph exclaimed with a bark, wrapping Aislings bagel, “no city like it and she’ll chew you up and spit you out if you show any fear.”

“Isn’t that how you treat horses? No fear?” Aisling grinned at Frankie as Joseph started work on his order. She unwrapped her bagel, taking a big bite as Frankie replied.

“Yeah, something like that, except they’ll kick you, not eat you,” he chuckled, “But if you could teach me how to handle New York like a horse, I’d be grateful, so far she’s been doing her best to kick my ass.”

“With a few exceptions,” Aisling said, her smile suddenly softer and she threw a glance over her shoulder at Joseph. He was busy slicing the ribeye and she took a quick step towards Frankie, pressing a quick kiss to the bare patch in his scruffy beard before she winked at him. She felt his hand reach for her waist, but with a few quick steps she disappeared down towards the drink section at the back of the shop. From behind her she heard Joseph chuckle, and when she looked back, Frankie had his eyes on her, rooted to the spot while the elderly man piled the Philly Cheese steak ingredients high on the hoagie.

“I guess you’re trying to tame at least one mare in New York,” Joseph said, giving him a grin, and Frankie felt his cheeks burn as the man wrapped the sandwich with deft hands and handed it over.

“Soda, water or beer?” Aisling called from the back of the shop and Frankie looked back at her. She was holding up one of each in her hand, waving them at him and he swallowed, finding his voice again.

“Whatever you’re having,” he replied and she gave him a quick nod, ditching the soda and water and picking up a second bottle of beer.

“Ring us up, Joseph, and put it on my tab,” she called to the owner who nodded and made a note on a pad next to the till.

“You sure?” Frankie asked as she nudged him towards the exit with the beer bottles and her bagel.

“Pay me back sometime,” she said as he grabbed the door and held it open for her, “I’m sure I’ll need something fixed, some helicopter or whatever. Bye, Joseph!” She called to the man behind the counter who gave her a wave and Frankie another grin.

“You have a lot of helicopters that need fixing then?” Frankie asked as they stepped back out onto the street and Aisling felt her heart expand as he reached over and grabbed the bottles from her hand, a cheeky smirk on his face, the dimple deep in his cheek. He was so close as he leaned down to grab the bottles, she could smell his cologne, or maybe it was his body wash, and the warm scent sent a spark through her system as she met his dark brown eyes.

“Loads, my apartment’s full of them, don’t know where to put them all,” she replied, “It’s actually really lucky you came along because I’ve been desperately needing someone to fix them.”

“Maybe you should take me there then, so that I can take a look at them,” Frankie said, still standing a little bit closer than needed as he held her gaze. As he watched, her tongue came out and slipped over her bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth. It was all he could do to not drop both the bottles and the sandwich on to the sidewalk and grab her to tease that pink lip from between her teeth.

“Maybe,” she said, her voice low as he felt her breath over his cheek, he hadn’t realized he was still bending down to her level, but he couldn’t make himself pull back. “But just so we’re on the same page, I have no helicopters, it’s all just a clever ruse to get you back to my place and have sex.”

Frankie felt the blood in his head rush south in an instance, his cock filling rapidly, and he inhaled sharply, fighting to keep his cool.

“If you really had helicopters that needed fixing, I’d be disappointed,” he smiled, leaning closer so that his mouth was right next to her ear, “And it’s not helicopters I’ve been thinking about in the shower lately.” As his mouth touched the soft skin under her ear, her breath hitched and he smiled into her neck, letting his lips brush across the warm surface, before he stood back up. Aisling was smiling at him, her green eyes dark and eager, and she hooked her arm through his again, making him straighten up and follow her down the street.

She lived just on the next block, down an alley and through a door into a small lobby, the dingy building framed by two recent developments close to the river. Frankie let himself be led by her, leading him away from all thoughts of Eva, of what she’d ended, the anger and guilt in the pit of his stomach, the noise in his head. He left it all like the trash bags on the sidewalk and let his heart, or maybe his cock, make any decisions.

Conversation seemed to have ended now that they were both on the same page and eager to begin. Aisling felt his solid bicep curl and move under her fingers as he adjusted his grip on the bottles, and she'd never thought she’d be so turned on by a guy’s bicep. But rubbing her hand over his muscle, caressing him, she felt heat beginning to build inside as she led him towards her building.

Frankie wasn’t doing much better on his end. Walking next to her, he remembered how soft and pliant she’d been under him when they’d kissed, and he wondered if he’d be able to pull the same low moans from her tonight. He glanced down at her lips, his cock twitching in his jeans, as images flooded his brain.

The front door keys jangled as she pulled them from her pocket and unlocked the door, Frankie waiting behind her. The hallway was dimly lit and gloomy, but empty, and on impulse he leaned in and pushed her hair to the side, pressing his lips to the back of her neck. Her small intake of breath was enough to make him continue, as she opened the door and stepped inside. Her hands found the bottles and blindly took them from him, placing them on the table inside the door. Frankie’s unopened sandwich tumbled to the floor as he turned her around and cupped her face in his hands. She barely managed to pull the door closed behind him and turn the lock, before he pushed her inwards, kicking his boots off as he went. Catching a glimpse of the room, the bed pushed up against a wall, he let her pull him towards it.

A trail of clothes littered the floor before she pulled him down over her. His mouth on hers, his tongue wrapping around hers, as his large hands spanned her cheeks and the back of her head. Catching himself with one hand above her, he tugged his jeans down while she grabbed his shoulders, one hand slipping down between them to push inside his boxers and eagerly wrap around his hard length.

Frankie hissed, gasped into her mouth, as her thumb swiped across his weeping head, the silky beads spreading over the soft skin as he kicked the boxers off his feet. With smooth strokes she teased him to grow harder under her touch, and he rewarded her with growls that went straight to her pussy, making her press her thighs together.

“Fuck, Aisling,” he huffed, his hips jerking into her hand, “let me take care of you first.” He pulled back a little from her mouth, she felt her lips tingle from the way his mustache had scratched against her skin, and the almost pained expression on his face made her smile. His eyes were half closed, eyebrows pulled together as he huffed out every breath in time with her strokes down his shaft.

“Does it feel good, Frankie?” she asked, her voice low and soft, “Are you going to come in my hand? Is this what you thought about in the shower?”

With an effort he shook his head, a strained chuckle coming out, “No, I pictured…fuck…other parts of you around my c-cock.”

“Tell me,” she teased, slowing her strokes, caressing his balls as her hand moved down and Frankie whined, pressing his hips down into her palm.

“Y-your…mouth. Fuck…bebita…let me taste you, I want to eat your cunt before…before I fuck you…” His hand moved down between them, briefly wrapping around hers as she held his cock, slowing her strokes, “Can I lick your pussy, hermosa?” he asked, looking down at her with dark eyes as she nodded, his hand moving dangerously close to the center of her core.

“Fuck, yes please…Frankie, touch me,” she groaned as he slid his fingers down through her folds, catching her clit with the back of his nails. She gasped, hips jumping up towards his hand, moaning again, his name now stuck like a prayer in her throat.

“I knew you’d be so wet, so fucking wet for me, hermosa…” Frankie groaned and pushed her legs part, eagerly sliding down between her thighs as she moved her hands to his hair. His curls were just as soft as she remembered, but when he bent his head and ran his tongue through her for the first time, all thoughts were pushed from her head.

“Holy shit, Frankie…” she moaned, falling limp against the bed as he put one of her legs over his shoulder. With a soft chuckle he nudged the tip of his nose against her sensitive little bundle of nerves, while his tongue teased her entrance.

With each lap her body arched up from the bed, her fingers gripping his hair tight, spurring him on. He used his hands to keep her open for him, keeping her pinned down as she started writhing underneath him, gasping his name, her hips rocking against his open mouth. Glancing up at her, he caught her tilting her face up towards the ceiling, her teeth bared as if in pain, but the noises falling from her lips told him otherwise. Every breathy moan, gasping whine, made his cock ache, as she praised him and his mouth.

When her muscles began to tense and tremble beneath him, he grabbed her hips, held her steady and sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth, flicked his tongue over and over, until she all but imploded in his arms. She cried out his name, the sound muffled by her thighs tight around his ears. The sweet sting of her fingers in his hair made him groan into her cunt as he licked her through the orgasm.

With a shaky breath she let go of his curls, apologizing for almost ripping his hair out as she flexed her fingers.

“ ‘S fine,” Frankie chuckled, kissing the inside of her thigh before moving up her body, trailing wet, open mouthed kisses along her overheated skin, “I like it, makes me feel how much you’re enjoying my mouth on you.”

“Fuck yeah, Frankie, holy shit, you really know how to do that well…” Aisling sighed, relishing in his warm body sliding over her sweat slick skin. The hard length of his cock pressed against her lower belly as he held himself over her. Letting her arms wrap around his neck and shoulders she pulled him down towards her mouth, the salty taste of herself mixing with his own as she opened her mouth to his tongue. He licked into her with slow strokes, letting his hips roll against her, seeking some relief for his aching cock trapped between their bodies.

“Condoms in the bedside table, Frankie,” Aisling mumbled against him as he let slip an especially needy groan into her mouth. He nodded and pushed off her, rolling over to the side and fishing out the packet. Aisling watched as he sat up and ripped it open, taking his cock in hand and rolled the rubber down over his thick length with a slight hiss. His skin was golden under the light of the small lamp in the corner, his curls an unruly halo around his head and he was a vision where he sat, hand wrapped around his cock, turning to look at her.

“Come here, cowboy,” she smiled at him, reaching for his hand, “How do you want me?”

“I want to feel you come around my cock,” he replied, coming back to her, crowding her and letting his hand slip over her breast, grabbing at the soft flesh, “Tell me how I can make you come again, bebita.”

“Let me be on top,” she answered, smiling as he groaned and grabbed her waist, “Hold me and let me ride that thick cock, Frankie.”

“Fuck, yes, anything you want,” he growled as she settled down over him, a leg on each side of his narrow hips as he leaned against the headboard. His fingers held on to her thighs as she lined him up and slowly sank down over him. His breath was strained and his whole body tensed up underneath her. She could feel his legs flex, and as he tilted his head back with a groan, every fiber of his flushed neck was stretched taught. With a soft moan she let herself sink all the way down, slowly rolling her hips over him, causing him to mutter in Spanish into the dark room.

“I don’t speak Spanish, Frankie,” she mumbled, smiling down at him as he tilted his head forward and gave her a foggy look through half open eyes, “but I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“So fucking good…” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck, “So fucking tight and hot, feel like…fuck…” he gasped as she lifted herself up, squeezing him as she sank down again, “feel like fucking heaven,” he panted.

Aisling felt his mouth against the skin on her neck, one arm around her waist, the other holding tight around her shoulders as he fucked up into her as best he could. She squeezed him, sliding up and down, lifting her hips to meet him, his groans growing louder in her ear. Pushing her hand between their slick bodies she found where they were joined and let her fingers feel him drive in and out of her for a beat. Leaned against her, Frankie cursed in Spanish again and gasped.

“Oh shit that’s hot,” he panted, “feeling your fingers on me…Baby, please, use me, make yourself come.”

He pulled back a little so that he could watch her hand move between them, his eyes slipping closed as he got lost in the feeling of her squeezing him with every roll of her hips. Her free hand was in his hair, curled around his damp strands, and when he felt her tighten her grip, he knew she was close again.

Biting his lip he fought against his own climax, egging hers on, sucking on her skin, biting her neck and making her moan into the quiet room. He lifted his hips and pulled her down hard over him and she went rigid in his arms, crying out as her back arched. The way her cunt spasmed around his aching cock, her body shaking under his hold, made him fall over the edge with her. With a shout into her neck he felt himself explode, wave after wave of heat rolling through his body in an almost painful release as he pulled her against him. Her head lolled back on her neck, gasping for air as his stuttering hips kept her rolling through her climax. She could feel him tense up, his thighs shaking between her legs.

“Fuuuuuck….” Frankie groaned, finally going limp in her arms as he fell back against the headboard, pulling her with him, her head on his shoulder now. She breathed in his warm skin, placing a small kiss just under his ear to taste the drops of sweat that were slowly making their way down his neck. Somehow she imagined him tasting like wood fire and well worn leather from the saddles and reins, open air and big skies. It was all in her head, but she liked the thought, this warm, solid cowboy between her legs, panting softly as he relaxed in her arms.

It took them both a while to find the energy to move. Eventually, Frankie gripped the edge of the condom as she lifted off him, flopping onto the bed next to him while he disposed of it. He lay down next to her and she wondered if he’d cuddle her, if he was a cuddler. But he remained flat on his back, looking up at the ceiling as a long, deep sigh escaped him and he put his arm over his eyes.

Aisling stayed next to him for a while, feeling the shift in the room while Frankie remained silent. The air cooled her skin and a little shiver ran through her and she began to sit up.

“I’m going to clean up, I’m getting cold,” she mumbled, not looking at the dark haired man who seemed to have closed himself off from her the second he came. But his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back, and suddenly he had her wrapped in his arms, pressed against his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, I got in my head again,” he muttered into her soft hair, “I…it’s been a while since I…I never used to just ‘sleep around’.”

She could hear the air quotes in his voice and the deep sigh that followed.

“It’s fine, just enjoy it, Frankie,” Aisling said, her face still resting on his chest while he slowly started stroking his large palms up and down her back, “Sex can make us feel weird afterwards.”

“Yeah…” he replied in a low voice, “I guess I just wasn’t expecting it to be so…good?”

At that Aisling giggled, snorting against his warm skin.

“You came back to my place expecting bad sex? Is that what you’re saying?” She looked up at him and he had a small smile playing around his soft looking lips.

Frankie chuckled, the same low tone rumbling through him, “No, not bad sex, just…sex with someone for the first time is usually more awkward right? Figuring out what works, what the other person likes, what turns them on, you know.”

He lifted his eyebrows as he met her look and she realized she could just drown in those soft brown eyes, his face suddenly looking so worried, tugging at her heartstrings. Reaching up she slipped the pad of her thumb over the double worry lines between his eyes, smoothing them out as he smiled.

“I guess, Frankie, but sometimes it’s just easy, you know? You seemed to know exactly what I liked without even trying.”

She smiled up at him, still caressing his face, tracing her thumb over his scruffy facial hair. Frankie let his eyes slip closed, pressing his cheek into her warm hand, his mind going quiet again. It had stopped spinning when he’d first pressed his lips to the soft skin of the back of her neck outside the door. Every thought in his head had only been of her while he peeled off her clothes, and then his own, tasting her, touching her and finally letting his orgasm hit. But as he fell back on the bed, it all came back, the din in his head, thoughts pushing in and guilt settled heavily in his gut.

It had never been this easy with Eva, never made him feel like this. Not even when they were actually in love and in the first rosy months of their relationship. Granted, he’d been high as a fucking kite for the earliest period, before he got help and dropped the habit. She’d helped with that though, a lot. She’d been a solid, calming presence back then, but never like this. Eva had never made his head go silent the way Aisling seemed to without even trying, without even knowing about all the shit inside him.

Now Aisling’s fingers played across his face as she scooted up and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips and he felt the corners of his mouth lift as she bumped her nose against his.

“I really am getting cold, I’m going to take a shower. You’re welcome to join me, cowboy.”

“Ok, city slicker,” he replied with a chuckle, letting her pull him off the bed with a grin.

A/N: Please yell at me about how horrible Eva is, I love how everyone instantly hated her😅 But you know, the way I see it, she's seen Frankie at his lowest. She knows what he's like when he's addicted and I think she's just too scared that she'll have a baby with him in New York, he won't be able to handle it and start using again to quieten his mind. And then she'll have to handle a baby on her own, and Frankie with an addiction. I think if things were different, if he didn't have his issues, she'd like to keep the baby and start over with him. What do you think?

And also, I hate saying, but Frankie's a bit of an asshole for sleeping with Aisling and not telling her about Eva... but I made him do it so I can't really say anything! 😬😅

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UNBELIEVABLE

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X CHUBBY READER

Mentions: Club, Virgin reader, Alcohol, Jealous kats, Fluff

Reblogs are appreciated <3

“ It’s unbelievable. I can’t believe she said yes! Ugh she’s the best” Kirishima said with his heart full of love. “Yeah Yeah Yeah we get it you have a girlfriend. Quit rubbing it in.” Denki replied, rolling his eyes. “ The rest of us are single as fuck.” Sero said. You felt defeated as well.

You like Katsuki Bakugou. Sure he’s loud, explosive, crazy, has a hard time expressing himself, and is reserved but you like all those and more traits are very cute. You know he has his own little ways of saying thank you, sorry, or that he cares. You like the way he laughs and smiles, which is rare. His cooking is amazing. You love the way he always pushes forward and doesn’t allow anything to stop him. You’re basically head over heels for this man. Little did you know he likes you just as much as you like him. It is so insane how neither of you knows it. The girls tell you and you always say “ You guys don’t make me delusional.” You thought that way because you didn’t consider yourself beautiful. You’re a chubby girl. You hate your stomach fat. You hate the stretch marks. You hate when you sit down, your fat rolls. Katsuki thought otherwise. He loves your stomach rolls, He loves the way your costume shows off your thighs. He thinks your stretch marks are cute. He always says he wants you to squeeze his head in between your thighs. He knows there's so much more to love. He wants and needs you so bad. He is willing to do anything for you to be his girlfriend. He's on his knees at this point.

As time went by you did notice yourself spending more time with him. He threw hints at you. You did miss a few but then connected the pieces later on.

“ Hey!! Come on dance with us!!!” Mina yelled over the loud music. You took your last 3 shots. “ Finally girl !!!” Momo yelled. You had 2 horrible weeks. You were desperate to have time off and have fun. You were all dolled up. You straighten your hair and put on simple makeup. The dress you wore was a bit short. It hugged you beautifully. The heels made you look even more sexier. Some guys were checking you out. Including Katsuki. You finally let yourself free. You danced like no one was there. Mina and Momo danced with you. A guy dances up behind you. He placed his hands on your waist. You couldn’t give 2 fucks. Katsuki was losing his mind. He was so jealous his small explosions said it all. The guy ran his hands down to your thighs. “When are you going to confess to her!? You’re dying right now! Go claim her!” Izuku said, smacking his head, over the loud music. Usually Katsuki would blow up at him but he was so focused on you. The topic. “ What if I just make her drift away!?” Katsuki asked. “Oh wow. I didn’t know that Katsuki Bakugou was such a loser!” Izuku said, knowing exactly what he was doing. “ Yeah what a pussy!” Kirishima yelled, pushing Katsuki’s button. He went to the dance floor and gave the guy a nasty stare. He was getting way too handsy. You only allowed it because you want experience. You’re a virgin, You never had a boyfriend before, zero dates, you haven’t even had your 1st kiss yet, you just started drinking like a month ago, and this is your 3rd time at a club. You dancing with a guy and a bit sexually is NEW. The man stood his ground against Katsuki. That didn’t stop the explosion boy. He leaned down to your height and kissed you. You gave in and kissed him back. The guy saw how you guys were making out. He left. You knew it was Katsuki you were making out with even though you were drunk. You danced the night away. 4:25am hit. “ Let's get out of here pretty.” Katsuki said. You nodded. When both got to his apartment it got crazy. He pushed you against the wall after he closed the door and locked it. You made out like it was the last time you’d see each other again. “ Mhm fuck.” He said carrying you up stairs. He set you on his bed. You giggled as he took your heels off. He smiled at your drunk self. Now Katsuki knows you're inexperienced. “ Kkaattss!” you yelled. “Yeah I’m here,” he replied. He respectfully was babysitting you as you showered. He stood facing the wall asking if you were good. After drying up and changing into clothes he lent he blew dry your hair and soon after that you were laying on his bed. Still drunk. He was surprised how you even managed to shower thoroughly. He then took his time to take a nice warm shower. “ Kats!” you laughed like an idiot then suddenly went quiet. Once he was changed he turned the lights off and got into bed. “You good?” he asked, playing with your hair. “ Wish. You- were h-herruu actuchily.”you said slurring your words. You touched his hair gently. He pecked your forehead.

The following morning you woke up to him holding you. “K-Katsuki?” you questioned. “Yeah?”he replied. “W-what am I doing here?” You lifted the sheets, fully clothed. You sighed in relief. “We didn’t do anything…It’s unbelievable,” he replied. “ What is-are you calling me a slut? That I’m easy or something!?” you said you were upset. “It’s unbelievable that you’ve always been in my heart and in my mind. Now you’re waking up here in my bed. You’re mine.” He replied holding you. You blushed. “ I like you so much, kats.” you confessed. “I like you so much Y/n.” he replied. You both felt complete and happy.

Why don’t we- unbelievable

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Howl at the Moon

Part three

Werewolf Steve x GN Reader

Part one, Part two

We all deserve some super sweet, stressed werewolf Steve fluff after my finals

Steve faced his own reflection in the employee bathroom. He gripped the sink as he breathed deeply, trying desperately to calm himself. It was the first night in a long time Steve had had to work an evening shift on the night of a full moon.

He rubbed his face with his hands, reminding himself that Family Video closed at 7:30, and the sun set at 8. That was more than enough time for Dustin to meet him at his house and make sure he was secured in the basement.

He sighed, but now he had you to worry about.

What if there wasn’t enough time? What if he got loose and found you? What if he hurt you? He grimaced at the thought. That wasn’t an option.

Steve splashed some water on his face. He could do this. Robin was staying late to close up, so he could leave a little earlier if he needed to, he’d be home in plenty of time.

Everything was going to be fine.

“What do you mean you lost him?” Robin whisper-screamed into the phone, her eyes darting around to Keith’s security cameras (which she was hoping were just for show.)

“He’s a giant, brown wolf! How do you lose one of those?” She hissed.

Dustin’s chattering on the other end of the line only made her groan and rub her temples.

“Well what should we do?” She asked, “do we track him down? Could we even get him home if we found him?”

God she wanted to slam the phone into the cradle repeatedly.

“Ok fine fine fine, you’re right. Just give me a second, I need to cancel on Vicky.”

Robin promptly hung up before Dustin could say anything else.

She sighed. Steve was going to be covering any shift she told him to till she graduated.

You hummed along softly as your Walkman blared The Cure. You were taking a walk through the woods by your house, picking flowers and stargazing.

As the tape switched between songs, you heard a soft whining coming from behind you.

You whirled around, only to be met with the sight of the biggest dog you’d ever seen.

You probably should have been intimidated by his imposing size, but he was so…friendly.

When you turned, his tail started to thump loudly on the dirt floor in excitement. His lips seemed to pull up slightly, almost as if he was smiling.

You were charmed, returning his smile with one of your own. You approached him hesitantly, hoping he’d let you pet him, but before you could reach out, he trotted over to nuzzle his head against your hand.

You laughed at his eagerness and scratched behind his ears.

The dog barked happily, obviously pleased with your attention. While you pet his head with one hand, he licked all over the other, forcing you to wipe off his slobber on your jeans several times.

After awhile, you began to wonder if this dog belonged to anyone. You checked around his neck, and smiled a bit when you didn’t find a collar.

“Do you want to come home with me?” You asked, scratching behind his ears once more.

The dog licked your cheek so enthusiastically, you almost toppled over. You’d take that as a yes.

You smiled as you lead him home.

Steve woke up to the familiar, post full moon pounding in his head. He groaned and rubbed his temples.

…

He rubbed his temples?

Steve froze. How could he not be chained to the wall right now.

His eyes darted around an unfamiliar, but cozy, living room as he realized he was most definitely not in his basement.

In fact, he wasn’t even in his house.

Steve panicked. He crept around, trying to find some semblance of an idea of where he’d ended up without waking the owners.

Whose house was this? Had he actually broken into someone’s home while in wolf form?

But everything seemed to be in perfect condition, even the front door! Wouldn’t he have torn everything up? He scratched his head in confusion.

Suddenly he froze.

Right there on the mantle was a picture of you.

He slowly, nervously, made his way over to the mantle. Scratch that, there were tons of pictures of you.

Steve wanted to scream. Somehow, he’d found his way into your home.

His head snapped in the direction of the stairs as he heard some rustling.

Steve knew he had to get out, and fast.

But there was the small problem of…not having any clothes.

In a panic, Steve grabbed a blanket from your sofa, wrapped it around his waist, and snuck out the front door as quickly and quietly as he possibly could.

He hoped a detour to his house wouldn’t make him too late to work. He was already envisioning the earful he’d get from Robin after, what he assumed, had been a pretty big escape last night.

He sighed, being a werewolf sucked.

“So you were just in their house?” Robin cringed, “how’d you even find their house? That’s super weird Steve.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know,” he groaned, “I have no idea how it happened, I told you I can never remember what happens on full moon nights.”

“It’s gotta be a wolf thing,” Robin decided, “you probably sniffed them out or something.”

“Yeah I guess, maybe we should-”

Robin and Steve’s heads both snapped to the front door as the bell jingled, signaling your entrance.

Robin’s eyes widened at the sight of you. She turned to Steve, then turned back to you, then turned to Steve again. “I’ll just uh- take my break then.” She slunk to the back room, but left the door open to hear everything of course.

“Hi,” Steve shivered. Did you see him leaving your house somehow? Did he somehow let you know it was him last night? Did you know what he was?

“Hi,” you replied, a pained smile on your face.

Steve’s gaze softened, “what’s wrong?”

You sighed, pulling posters out of your bag.

“I lost my dog,” you told him.

Steve’s face went white as a bed sheet. “Y-your dog?”

You nodded. “I found him wandering the woods last night and brought him home,” you explained, “I guess I haven’t had him for that long, but he was sooo sweet.”

You showed Steve the picture you’d drawn on the posters of the big, brown dog from last night.

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly. “He looks pretty uh… tough and intimidating.”

You shook your head furiously, “not at all! When I took him home last night, I put a blanket on the sofa for him so he could sleep there because I didn’t want him to shed all over my white bedspread right?”

Steve nodded as you related the tale.

“Well, I guess he wanted to be with me instead, because he sat outside my bedroom door whining! It was sooo cute.”

Steve cringed internally.

“I finally just went downstairs to pet his head until he fell asleep, he’s gotta be the most cuddly dog ever.”

Your smile fell, “I just don’t know why he’d leave.”

Steve felt tremendously guilty.

“Did you want us to hang one of your posters?” He asked.

Your head perked up, “could you?”

Steve nodded, “yeah, yeah of course. I’m uh something of a dog person myself.”

Your bright smile returned, “thank you so much Steve!” You handed him a poster, “it means a lot.”

“It’s really no problem,” he blushed.

Once you were out the door to hang more posters, Steve let out a deep sigh and crumpled to the floor behind the desk.

He felt Robin patting his back, “look on the bright side.”

“What?”

Robin smiled weakly, “at least they think you’re cute.”

Steve groaned.

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deadly-halowos · 13 hours

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guys okay so i saw a post that offhandedly mentioned tim having an ed elric arm and now i can’t stop thinking about an fma batfam au so here’s my little ideas bc yes.

so i’ve decided that tim is ed (obviously bc that’s what started this whole thing) and duke is al (bc he’s younger, i love him, and i need more of duke and tim being brothers) others that are relevant are: alfred is granny (obviously) bernard is winry (im a sucker for emt bernard)

right now what i’ve got is that tim and duke are trying to bring back bruce after he died (bruce being the one they’re bringing back might change depending on how closely i choose to follow fmas actual story) and they use a tainted lazarus pit to do it (does tim know that it’s tainted? your guess is as good as mine. it’s tainted due to gothams inherent radioactivity and general weirdness. i’m also aware this is not how the pits work but shhh, plot reasons)

they go to set bruce's body into the pit but it goes wrong and duke ends up slipping in, tims leg slips in, and he pulls himself out and realizes that duke is gone and begs for him back, not caring about the fact that his own leg is missing.

they're in one of ra's pit rooms so there's a plot relevant suit of armor sitting near by, tim hears a voice telling him to make the seal on the armor and then tim sticks his arm into the pit to grab duke(‘s soul?) and that's how he ends up losing his arm

duke regains consciousness in the suit and sees tim aggressively bleeding out and wraps him up in his cape to staunch it until he can get back and call for alfred

the pit is in gotham still and that's why it's so tainted because of all of the radioactive shit that goes on there

duke runs to the manor as fast as he can (which is so much faster now that he can't get tired) and collapses into the kitchen sobbing for alfred to help

alfred gasps and rushes tim down to the cave to begin the surgery to save tim and has duke call bernard to get him to come to the manor and help with the surgery. they barely get though it, but tim ends up surviving. mr spleenless obviously then makes things difficult and almost dies during recovery from an infection and during his feverish haze he just keeps crying out for duke and saying that he's sorry and then going between cursing gotham for being a bastard and then praising it

tim obviously barely lets himself heal before he’s starting to design prosthetics so that he can figure out how to get dukes body back (he doesn’t care if it takes his own, he just needs duke to be safe and whole again)

he figures out the equivalent of automail and makes bernard and alfred install it on him despite them begging him to stop and realize that he’s putting himself in incredible danger, he insists and they finally give in (he almost dies again from the installation and the subsequent infection)

alfred insists that it’s going to be a long and hard recovery, but tim is determined to do it in as little time as possible, he reaches out to some of the jl members and asks for help with healing, getting the recovery time down to just under a year (even with the jls help, this seems incredibly quick. they all decide to just take it at face value because it’s a miracle)

when asked what he meant when he was talking about gotham being a bastard and then switching to praising it, tim just went a little pale and then glanced at duke and then his own arm and brushed it off with a shaky voice

im not entirely sure how to work with the alchemy and/or equivalent, duke is already a meta so i’d make sense that he can use his current abilities as well as potentially understanding how to use alchemy if i go that way.

as far as it goes with tim, i think that he has enhancements, he is a little bit stronger, he heals just a little bit faster, he’s got more stamina, etc. but he’s also got something that no one else does.

he hears gotham. not all the time, but if gotham feels like teasing him or testing him, he hears her. while in gotham it’s almost as if he knows everything that’s happening. while on one of his first patrols back after the surgery with jason and duke, he stops dead in his tracks, completely tense and when the other two notice that he’s stopped they look back and him and he just stands there for a minute before shaking his head and backing up, telling them not to go that way, that it’s not safe and they need to leave. when jason starts to tease him to ask if he’s a scaredy cat, tim just shutters and grabs jason’s arm to haul him away.

they find out the next day that a massive shootout went down, along with the building they were about to walk into collapsing completely, everyone in the building (criminals, thankfully. no civilian injuries) crushed and dead. they ask tim how he knew and he just said that he had a feeling. they learn quickly to listen to what tim says when it comes to gotham.

if i do give them alchemy i think that it’ll be a surprise to everyone.

they’re in a fight, all of them for once, an arkham breakout. tim and damian are fighting near eachother while duke is across the room fighting with dick against some of the goons. tim glances over and watches as a goon takes out a gun and aims it at duke, tim is too far away, even dick, less than 10 feet away is too far, none of them will make it in time. tim will never know why he did it, but he shouted at duke and then clapped his hands together, shoving them on the ground, surrounding duke in a concrete orb, the bullet hitting the orb instead of the neck of dukes armor (his seal, if the seal gets broken, his brother is gone) like it was aiming for. as soon as tim clapped, it was like something clicked. he finally understood, it felt balanced, it felt equivalent. tim stood up and hit the goon who dare try and take a shot at his brother with his bo staff and knocked him out. once they had taken care of the rest of the goons, he clapped again and the orb surrounding duke falling back into place as if it had never been disturbed.

after being confused for a moment, seeing the others about to question tim on what the hell was that, duke chuckles and asks why tim bothered to surround him when he wouldn’t feel it anyway, he watched tim��s face fall before tim walked over to him and rested his forehead against the cool metal of dukes armor and whispers that he’s always going to protect him, and that it doesn’t matter if he can’t feel it it would still hurt, and that he’s so sorry for putting duke in this situation and he’s going to find a way to fix it he swears.

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slickfordain · 4 hours

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♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲 ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, fragile bottom female reader, I will never do top/dom readers- I only do bottoms as I am a forever bottom, pls don’t forget to read my rules too

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹Nanami⊹₊ ⋆୨ৎ

Who has absolutely no idea what to do without you by his side.

It’s as if you were his sole reason of being able to work properly if he just had you close to him…. Some may even assume that it’s because your husband loves you so, and it’s true. Nanami does love you like a whole damn lot, giving you princess treatment and all that….

But, it’s also because he has such filthy imaginations every now and then when it involves you. Usually, he prefers you sitting on his lap with your pretty little dress— looking like an absolute doll and sweet. It just makes him sane sometimes…. Especially when your pretty little hole is taking his cock so well. He loves it. You’re such a sweetheart for allowing him to do this with you…. It eases him so much.

Thanks to your dress, nobody can tell that Nanami is slowly and torturously fucking you by humping slightly up and down. It…. It’s a bit hard to control his tone, that he’ll admit. But Gods, he can’t have you off his cock— he needed your greedy tight hole to squeeze him. Every negativity of his needed to be out of his body because Gojo is such a fucking bitch sometimes, an annoying whiny asshole that Nanami can’t help himself but to always wanna relief by having you.

Your sweet little hiccups would sometimes get to him too, and the way you squeak and squirm with your cute beautiful body. He’s so soft and gentle with you….

To the point when he feels your insides squeezing him too tightly, and it’s at the end of his work shift, he’ll have to push you down on the table and creampie you so many times. He’ll sometimes be rough, moving his hips back and forth…. Just slamming his entire cock into you, as you’re whimpering and whining, babbling how you can’t take a cock so big… But Nanami just shuts you up in the most loving way possible, by fucking you so deeply, he moves so inhumanly fast. So fast; he cums so much inside you.

But oh, that’s not enough. Oh no, it’s never enough. You were trying to get some rest since today has been such a “hot” day, but then you’re suddenly dropped onto the floor— and all of the sudden, Nanami held you in a mating press position, suddenly forcing his cock back inside you, fucking you through his own load of seed. You can’t handle it? You can’t take it anymore? Yes you can. Just look at your pretty cum flowing and leaking out of your pussy, your tongue lolling out and your eyes rolling back…. Damn…

… Hah… You’re so gorgeous… Nanami cummed a lot inside you again. Losing your mind, being so far gone, you’re suddenly fucked against the wall…. And then later you know it, against his desk again, and then the exit door that luckily was locked.

Nanami loves your inner flesh tightening around him…. He wanna stuff you full of his white cum and someday, perhaps even breed you more in secret, when he has a meeting with his other colleagues. But he forbids Gojo to find out, because Nanami loathes it when Gojo finds out about everything and will yap it to anyone on the damn street.

You were just gorgeous though… Enough to at least forget about that frustrating day, and, cums again inside you one last time. One last time… One more before you have to at least be ready for another day of his “frustration relief”.

(This is embarrassing, I can’t do smut at all-)

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neo404 · 2 days

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Can you do one where y/n is secretly gay and had the hugest crush on nick since he was 7 but never actually acted on it but y/n gets tried of pretending to be straight so he breaks up with his girlfriend and then goes sees nick crying and ends up telling him he's gay (you can add smut if you'll like.)

Start Over. (part 1)

Summary: You break up with your girlfriend after behing tired of hiding your feelings for Nick.

Tw: cursing, a bit of anxiety.

Note: Nicks texts are purple and yours are blue.

I look at my phone as it rings, a message from Nick pop ups in my phone, the background of him and me in the beach playing in the water lights up. Lila always told me to change it to a picture of her but I always brush it off telling her that it was a special memory.

I tap on it and when the chat opens a picture of the both of us playing on a park in Boston pops up, we are maybe 7 or 8 years old. I smile at my phone and a little message appears.

>You were soooooooo cute, what happened to you?

I feel my cheeks burn a bit and I type back.

>I got even cuter, can’t say the same about you.

I send it and I can picture his grin and his eyes rolling. I miss him, when I feel the acrylic nails dig into my shoulder I remember where I was.

"Are you paying attention?" Lila asks and I look at her, suddenly I remember where I was, the sound of the football match blasting on the TV, our 'friends' screaming and chanting at their teams. I feel my body grow tense.

"No. I-... I need to get some air." I get up but her hands are still on my body.

"Want me to go with you?" she asks.

"Not really, I’ll be back quickly." I try to not make kt a big of a deal as I walk outside the house, I sit on the porch and let out a sigh as I bury my face on my hands. "Shit." I mumble to myself.

My phone rings again. I grab it.

>Whatever loser.

>How is the game going? Is your team losing? I hope it is.

I smile again, my heart flutters and I try to swallow my feelings. Because I shouldn’t feel this way about my best friend, I shouldn’t feel this way when I have a girlfriend, I shouldn’t feel this when I like girls... Or do I? I have never really looked at Lila the way the guys on the movies we watch look at the girls, I never get the urge to kiss or cuddle her. I like her company, she's a great friend, and I’m sure most people would think she is an amazing girlfriend but I just don't feel the same. Do I not like her? No, I don't.

Shit.

Fuck.

I hate this.

>Hey, Nick. Call me, please.

>Everything okay?

>No.

>Code Sink??

>Yeah....

>Kay, I’ll call you in 3 minutes. Make sure everyone hears that you have to go.

>Thanks.

I take another deep breath. I stand up and walk inside, everyone was still screaming and laughing, I sit back on my spot, Lila asks me something and I only nod, my palms sweat, my head feels dizzy. Nick, get me out, please, get me out. The sweet perfume of Lila hits my face as she leans on my shoulder, I try to not move, I pat her head and she smiles. I feel bad, I like you but not like you like me.

My phone buzzes, I pick it up and a few friends look over at me.

"What? He is sick?... okay I’ll be there. Yeah, don’t worry, I'll buy that. Hm... No, it’s okay. Bye, Dad." Nick talks quietly on the other side. He tells me what to say and I repeat it. I feel Lila squeeze my arms as I speak. I put my phone down.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah... I mean, my cat ate something bad and puked, my dad is worried. So, I better go check on them."

"Oh no. Poor kitty, I hope he is fine." She kisses my cheek. "Go, text me." I kiss and kiss her forehead; I stand up and say a quick goodbye to everyone. I walk outside and when I close the door behind me, I feel my world crumbling.

What would he think of me? What would he say? Will he hate me? Will she hate me? Will they be disappointed?

Fuck.

I call Nick. It rings twice and he picks up.

"Hey, everything okay? why did you called sink?" Nicks voice sounds worried and sincere, it calms me down.

"I just felt overwhelmed." He hums. "Talk to me while I walk home." I say as start walking on the cold night.

"Okay. So, today we took a few pictures for Instagram, I was going to send them to you so you can pick which one I upload but you were busy with your friends and-..."

"Never busy for you. You could have just texted me."

"Whatever."

"Don't roll your eyes at me." I chuckle.

"HOW DO YOU-? you are spying on me, you creep." I can tell he is smiling.

"No, I just know you too well. Keep going."

"Whatever. I haven’t posted them yet, so you can choose. We also bought these gross gummies of different flavors; we will try them on our next video but I also want you to try them."

"Hell no."

"Please, it will be fun. Plus, Ill invite you to sleepover."

"I can just invite myself; I know you don’t mind." I see the building of my apartment; I sit on the front stairs because I don’t want him to hear that I have arrived. I don't want to end the call.

Nick and I talk for a good time. I know he knows I’m home; he isn’t stupid.

"Would you still be my friend if I told you I kind of don’t like Lila...?" I drop suddenly.

"What?... WHAT?" I feel my eyes water. "Shit, that came out wrong. Of course, I’ll still be your friend but why would you say that??"

"Nick... I, shit, Can I go to your house tomorrow? I’ll talk to you then." I hang up and rush to my room. I hear my phone ringing and buzzing but I don’t pick up. I turn it off. I throw myself in my bed and cry.

Guilt and shame fill my heart. I feel sorry for Lila, I feel sorry for myself, I am afraid to lose him. Eventually I fall asleep.

Friday morning, I get ready to go to uni. The day is heavy, my mind filled with thoughts and my heart rushing. By the end of my day, I walk to the outside of campus when I feel two small arms around mine. Lila...

"Where have you been? I have been searching for you all day." I see her friends behind us. I gulp and look down at her.

"Lila... can we talk?" Her eyes widen, maybe she knows what I will say.

"Of course, what happens?" Maybe it’s because she is the one initiating our kisses or cuddles, maybe it’s because I call her baby just because she asked me to. Or because my wallpaper is my best friend, but she knew, and something inside of me knows that she found out.

"I like a guy..." I whisper. Her grip on my arm tightens, her eyes water and mine do to. "I’m sorry, I really am."

"Don’t be..." her voice cracks.

"I hope we can still be friends and-..."

"Give me time. I hope it goes well for you." She turns around and walks away to her friends, they quickly hug her. her face hidden by her hands. They all look bad at me, I get it, I would have done the same. I have done the same, I also looked at myself with hate.

I walk away. I grab my phone and call Nick.

"Jesus, I was so scared. What happened?"

"I broke up with Lila..."

"Oh shit... I- Are you okay? Where are you?" I hear him walking and opening a door.

"Walking to your house. Are your brothers there."

"No, they left. I’m here, I’ll wait for you on the porch."

"Kay, thanks. I’ll be there."

I walk to his house, it’s a bit far. But it gives me time to breath, hold back my tears and swallow my anxiety.

I hope he doesn't hate me...

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xiaoluvss · 2 days

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strawberries . *₊˚🍓୧

— strawberry picking with kazuha !

warning ; toothrotting fluff!! 🥹

strawberry picking with kazuha would be the sweetest.

it was warm and sunny today, and you agreed with kazuha on a little date idea: strawberry picking. you were currently getting ready, putting on a sundress in front of your mirror. it felt a little bit too plain, so you searched for something.. anything, to go with the dress. your eyes set on a beaded necklace that had a strawberry charm dangling from it, which was sitting right on top of your bedside table. you smile, thinking it was a perfect theme for your date with kazuha. though you did sort of struggle with the clasp, your face contorting as you try to put on the necklace yet fail miserably. your eyes narrowed with intense focus as you tried to clasp the necklace, the clasp seemingly impossible to fit together. you struggled silently, your face strained with the awkward position of your head and neck, and your brows furrowing in concentration. that's when you gave up with a sigh, turning around to call kazuha who you assumed was probably waiting out the door of your room.

"zuha! can you come in? I need a little help here!" you call out, that sweet nickname of his coming out of your mouth. with your permission to go in, you hear the doorknob twist and kazuha's figure walk in with a gentle smile. "yes, my sweet?" he says with a soft tone, walking right behind you with one hand on the small of your back. "you look gorgeous," he states, smiling sweetly at your reflection in the mirror. "what is it you need help with?"

your cheeks flush in a light shade of pink at his soft-spoken words, before clearing your throat. "could you help me with my necklace?" you ask, turning around to place the beaded necklace in his hands with a smile. you see kazuha nod with no hesitation, gently sweeping your hair over one of your shoulders. his gaze drifts down, settling on your nape as his fingers carefully wrap the necklace around your neck. "there we go," he whispers, pulling back and rearranging your hair. "is that all? are we ready to go?" he asks, turning you around to take a good look at you and admire how stunning you looked right now. you couldn't help but chuckle at the way he was looking you up and down, with a gaze that told you he was practically head over heels for you.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

having arrived at the strawberry field, he's surprised by how excited you are, since you immediately ran around with a grin....the sun hat you were wearing, having a white ribbon around it, almost falling from your head. but god, the way your sundress flowed in the breeze was so perfect to him. he sighs with a smile and shakes his head before walking up towards you and lacing his fingers with yours. "careful now, dove. you're going to drop your hat.. don't wanna lose it now, do we?" he smiles.

while picking out strawberries with him, he was carrying your woven basket for you. it was the basket you brought for the strawberries. crouched down beside you as you grabbed a handful of strawberries, he brings the basket close to you so the strawberries could be put in.

"i'm glad you thought of this, dove. the breeze is wonderful, it's not too warm nor cold, there isn't too many people around.... and you're right here beside me. it's perfect. you're perfect." he says in a soft-spoken voice, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. it was an attempt of his to start a conversation with you while you both pick strawberries. he sees you blink at him for a second in a stunned state, before you smile sweetly and peck his cheek. "you're a bit too charming sometimes, kazuha..." you say, also thinking about how cute it was that his cheeks went slightly red at your peck.

"zuha," you suddenly call out, turning your gaze towards him. "hmm?" he responds, blinking back at you. "taste it! is it sweet?" you grin at him while gently bringing a strawberry close to his mouth. he just lets out a breathy laugh before taking a bite of the sweet fruit you were feeding to him. you see his eyebrows raise, nodding eagerly. "it's sweet, like you."

with a basket full of strawberries, kazuha stands up first before offering you a hand to help you get up. well, until the both of you were interrupted by a fluffy white cat rubbing against your legs. you immediately beamed at the sight of the little kitty, petting behind its ears before it straight up just laid down in front of you and started purring. "aw, zuha, look! it even looks like you!" you laugh gently, petting its head. but oh, kazuha was not paying attention to the cat. he was more interested with how adorable you looked right now. you, being sweet with a cat? what sight could be more perfect than this..? without knowing it, kazuha was just smiling so tenderly at you as he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you and the little cat. that definitely became his new lockscreen.

..you two decided to bake a strawberry shortcake after the date. ♡

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missuswalker · 1 day

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐙚 summary: donnie asks you on a date, (to his room) and, of course, you can’t resist those eyes

𐙚 warnings: pointless fluff + brief smut because i love him, donnie being too cute, maybe too long + not proofread (aged up, obviously, let’s say seniors in hs) not proofread oops

𐙚 notes: i’m obsessed with him can somebody talk with me about this subject matter

Donnie, while not shy, wasn’t the most courageous boy out there. At least, when it came to you. His brain stopped working when you were near and he’d overshare until there was nothing else to say. You stuck around, though. You liked his stories. You liked spending time with him. He liked spending time with you, too. He’d pass you a note in class, pretending to stretch so he could drop the folded paper on the desk behind him. He loved to hear the crinkle of the paper as you unfolded it, your quiet giggles following. Every time you would write back, he’d pocket the paper and take it home.

The teacher loved your little ‘budding relationship’ quite a bit less than the two of you did, though. In fact, Donnie had gotten detention twice now for his constant whispers and laughs he shared with you. He didn’t care. As long as he kept you hooked on him, he’d take any punishment. Besides, Ms. Dulwich was exactly what her name described her as. A dull witch. She was a miserable, lonely woman who had nothing better to do than move Donnie as far away from you as possible. He always managed to get a note back to your desk, despite the newfound circumstances of having a desk at the very front of the room.

It was today, though, that he decided he needed to finally step up to the plate. He couldn’t just wait around forever. You’d lose interest or someone else would get to you first. The thought plagued his mind more than Frank, it was a constant bother.

It was 11:05, his, and your, lunch period. After debating on whether or not he go through the lunch line, he ultimately decides he was too nervous to eat, so instead, he begins to search for you. He eventually spotted you at the end of a table full of girls, the lot of you laughing and gossiping, as one does. He rubs his sweaty palms on his pants, and begins his journey towards the crowded table. He didn’t believe you fit in with those girls. They were loud, obnoxious and so… plastic. You were real. They didn’t deserve you, but Donnie definitely did. At least that was what he believed.

“Y/n,” he interrupts, ignoring the girl who he’d just cut off, rubbing his hands on his pants once again. As soon as you look up at him with that smile, he thought he might as well just marry you. He just couldn’t seem to get his words out, his mouth falling open and closing, over and over. The girls around you began to quietly snickers, giving glances and eye rolls. “Do you wanna eat lunch with me?” He finally spit it out, finally asked. Now the hard part was over. The girls began to giggle, but you nodded, standing from your seat. “Okay,” you said, your voice so calm. Immediately your friend’s laughter stops, the snobby girls looking on in disbelief. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with Donnie, the group just thought he was kind of a freak, to say the least.

You had never thought of Donnie as a freak. You saw him as the smart guy he was, which was a boost to his ego, considering he found you rather intelligent as well, though your smarts didn’t always show through a test. Maybe he just thought so highly of you because he liked you, but either way, he knew he enjoyed talking to you. “I hate them, I’m sorry. They’re just brats. They weren’t laughing at you, they were laughing at me,” you tell Donnie, sitting across from him at an empty table. Donnie furrows his brows, watching you pick at your lunch. “Why would they laugh at you,” he snorts, his eyes trailing back to the girls who were staring right back, poking each other and whispering. “I talk about you a lot,” you say vaguely.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Donnie decided he couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t ask what had been driving him crazy for so long, he’d never be able to sleep at night. “Do you wanna go with me? Like, do you wanna, like, I don’t know. Never mind, shut up. Not you, me,” he rambles, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut in disbelief. You stare at him, seeming so bewildered for a moment, before you simply begin to laugh. “Yeah, I wanna go with you.” Donnie nodded in response, biting his lip. “I like you,” he says, eyes flickering all over your face. “I know,” you snort.

“Will you come over after school? We can just hang out, or I can read you this book, it’s… I think you’d like it,” he blurts, his heart pounding. He could hardly process everything happening right now, his mind going haywire. “Yeah, okay, that’d be cool,” you nod, leg bouncing under the table. “Okay. Cool,” Donnie sighs. The rest of lunch wasn’t so bad. The two of you just talked like you normally did and the awkward tension went away completely. It was like nothing changed, though both of you knew something did, indeed, change.

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As the two of you stepped into his bedroom, successfully having gotten passed his mother’s questions and his fathers jokes, you dropped your book bag on the floor. “You can sit on the bed, I’m gonna grab that book,” Donnie tells you, kicking off his shoes. When he joins you on the bed, he hesitantly wraps his arm around your shoulder, opening the book. You look up at him, giving a grin. “What are you doing,” you ask, putting your hand on his elbow. “I’m not doing anything,” he says, looking down at you as he bites back his smile. After a moment of silence, he looks down at your lips. “You know, you’re my first girl,” he says, his voice quiet. “Oh, so I’m your girl?” You rest your head on his shoulder, Donnie giggling. You loved his laugh. It was so airy and silly. “I meannn,” he trails off, looking away for a moment.

“I think I like being your girl,” you hum, raising a brow. “That makes one of us,” he jokes, causing the both of you to laugh. Then, again, there was silence. He slowly moved down, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Donnie,” you snort, grabbing his face and pushing him away. He gently pulls your hand away, sticking out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout. “What?” You think for a moment, giving a shrug. “I dunno.” He scans your face for a moment, brows furrowing. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have tried anything. I’m not expecting anything from you, I just, I was thinking… I don’t know, I thought maybe you wanted to kiss me, so,” she begins, only to be cut off by your lips on his.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get a little too passionate, your shirt on his floor and his hand hovering over your bra. You move his hand onto your tit to give him the extra push, and then he’s all over you. “I really didn’t plan this or anything, I swear. I really like you,” he rambles on, sliding his fingers under the white fabric of your bra, his inexperienced fingers playing with your nipple. “Stop talking,” you say softly, hand fiddling with the button on his pants. “Gotcha,” he mumbles, reconnecting your lips until your hand meets his hard cock, covered by his boxers. “I’ve imagined this before, actually not to long ago, but this is better,” he tells, not able to stay quiet because he just always had to say whatever was on his mind. You almost laugh against his lips. “Donnie, you’re really cute, but shut up.”

He nods, grunting at the feeling of your fingers grazing the skin of his stomach. “Sorry. You’re so pretty, can’t help it,” he huffs, pushing his nose into your hair. He pushes your hand away, pulling his dick out of his boxers, because he just couldn’t wait any longer. “You don’t have to do anything, I-” He’s cut off with a moan as your head ducks down to take him into your mouth, tongue flat against the head of his cock. “Oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you. You look up at him, one hand moving to make a ring around the base of his dick, slowing moving it up and down, the other finding his balls, squeezing gently. His fingers fly to your hair, gripping at the roots. He rewards you with heavenly moans, twitching in your mouth. You slowly drag your tongue around his tip before moving down. As soon he dick his the back of your throat and you hollowed your cheeks, he cums down your throat, tossing his head back as if his soul left his body.

You make sure he’s looking at you as you swallow, pulling away to let him take a moment. “You never had your dick sucked?” You question, running your fingers through his hair. She shakes his head, putting his thumb in between your teeth, pulling your mouth open. Letting his finger trail back down to your lip, letting it bounce back, he places a sweeter kiss to your lips. “I think I just came into next year,” he breathes, hands finding your tits again. “You’re so romantic,” you say sarcastically, Donnie giving you a dopey smile. “What, you didn’t like it?” He moves his lips to your neck, testing the waters. “No, I liked it.”

“You wanna do it again?”

𐙚 he’s such a virgin, idc, he’d be so awkward and chatty the very first time he did something slightly sexual and it would be so cute and annoying at the same time i want to kiss him

im so tired why’d i stay up so late writing smut about this man

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