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luveline · 6 months

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hi jade! can I make a request for kbd au, maybe one of the girls gets sick or is in the hospital and Steve and r trying to take care of her and the other girls but are worried themselves. pls ignore if you don’t like this love your writing:)))

ty for requesting! ily i hope this is ok ♡ kisses before dinner —you and beth spend some time in the hospital. mom!reader, 1.5k

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

Bethie looks up in your lap with red-rimmed eyes, her eyelids puffy. They look so sore. You bring your hand up to touch her cheek.

“When's everyone coming back?”

You lean back in her hospital bed and pull her against your chest. “Soon, baby. So soon. Are you missing everyone?”

“Yeah. Avery said, um, that she would let me,” —she rubs her little nose into your collar— “sleep in her bed with her when I go home.”

Bethie will be sleeping in your bed for a while so you can keep an eye on her, but you let her believe it because she sounds very eager.

For now, you aren't sure when she'll be going home, but certainly not tonight. She's having trouble breathing at night, and her skin warms yours with the intensity of a space heater. “You're not enjoying our big sleepover?” you ask. Four days and counting, you've slept here every night in chairs slumped over her lap or briefly in the foldout cot beside her.

She was too sick to remember the first two days, but now she's getting better she's realised you're doing something strange together, and she may be poorly, but she seems particularly pleased to have your undivided attention. “I love it!” she says in a rush, prompting a wracking cough into your shirt. You rub her back. “Sorry.”

“If you need to cough, you do it, baby.” You bring a tissue up to her mouth and clean away the spittle. “Don't be sorry. Cough all over me.”

You hold her close. You didn't need Steve to tell you to take care of her to do it, but you can't get the memory of the run up to Beth's hospital stay out of your head.

I think– I think we need to take her to Urgent Care. His sickly terror, but his surety, too. Steve was gonna make whatever decision he needed to and you couldn't have stopped him (and wouldn't want to). By the time you called Robin to watch the others, your girl getting sicker and sicker, Beth couldn't keep her eyes open.

Not you nor Steve nor Beth made it home that night. Steve, squinting with a migraine, had relented in the early morning. You'll stay and I'll go home, he'd said. You wouldn't call it selfish to want to be the one to stay, but it was selfless of him to volunteer to go home. He hasn't once asked you to leave her side. So you look after her for me, too. You have to do double.

“Here, my love,” you murmur, bringing a sippy cup to her lips. Doesn't matter that she's too old for it. “It's just juice, don't worry. No more medicine.”

“I miss daddy,” she says, pushing the cup away.

“I know. He should be here any minute now, yeah? And when he comes he's going to be all worried and bossy about how you're feeling, so let's drink this juice. It'll make your voice less crackly.”

“Is it crackly?” she asks, surprised.

“Yeah, babe,” you say with a laugh, “it's like crunchy sugar, you can't hear it?”

“What?” she asks, giggling between little coughs.

You hold her cup to her lips. She values her father's esteem for you, drinking her juice and settling back into your arms just in time for him to arrive. He has yet to be mad at you during this time, but you're sure he'd threaten violence if Bethie wasn't getting all the attention and care that could possibly be given. The first thing he says is, “Hello, my girl, how are you feeling today?”

You try not to rush her out of your arms and into his, but he has company. Steve picks Bethie up from your arms with the same slow hesitance he'd hold a newborn, his lips quick to the top of her head. “Sweetheart,” he says softly, “hello,” before he goes completely silent.

Robin stands behind him with your teeny tiny baby held in her car carrier with both hands, and Avery and Dove toddle in front of them with matching grins. You slink off of the bed and crouch down, nearly knocked on your butt as they rush you.

“I missed you! I missed you so much!” you shower their cheeks with kisses before pulling them in for hugs. Over their heads, you give Robin your best smile. “How's she doing?”

“She misses you. Or she hates me. Either or.”

“You're the best friend in the entire world.” You close your eyes into the cuddling. “She loves you.”

Steve sits down on the side of the bed and rubs Bethie's back, all but covering the short breadth of it with spread fingers stroking up and down. “You look better today,” he says. He speaks softly. You have to strain to understand him. “Did mommy give you a shower? You look sparkly clean.”

Bethie curls into him.

“I missed you,” he says. “I miss you every second you're not home, I can't wait for you to come home.” He looks up at you. You shake your head gently. “But how about this hospital bed, huh? This looks comfy. Can I lie down?”

Steve lays down in the bed with Beth against his chest. He looks super tired, his eyes wrinkled in the corners and his jaw set in pain. Bethie rises up to squish her cheek against his. Steve makes a kiss sound. “Aw, Beth. Love you.”

Dove wants to be on the bed —this is a vaguely new place to her and she's a toddler. She whines until you lift her up, while Robin puts Wren's car seat in a vinyl chair and sets about unclicking her straps.

“Is she feeling better?” Avery asks, holding up her hands.

You walk into her outstretched arms. “She is. Not one hundred percent better, but better. She just needs to stay a little bit longer.”

“How long?”

“What did the doctor say this morning, Beth?” you ask with a smile. “Just one more night for checks. Then hopefully tomorrow we can all go home.”

It takes a while to get everyone settled. Robin sits in one of the chairs and you the other, Wren placed in her car carrier to your left. Avery climbs into your lap, and you find no reason to dissuade her from sprawling backwards, her head under your chin. Steve hugs Beth with a palpable relief about him, though he holds Dove's hand when the smaller girl insists. It's surprisingly peaceful. There's nothing to do but wait for your girl to get better.

“I missed you,” Steve says again, Beth hanging on his every word, “I can't remember the last time you spent so long away from home. Are you and mommy having a good time?”

“My–” Beth struggles for words, her chest giving a weak wheeze, “my voice is funny.”

“You think so?” He brings his legs up, eyes closing as Beth does the same. “Sounds the same to me.”

You can't miss the way he's hugging her. You've never seen him so relieved. It lingers in his every touch, every word he says, even as he makes his silly jokes.

Steve spends at least ten minutes like that laying with them before he looks up. “Ave, you still need the bathroom?”

Avery jolts. “Thanks for reminding me!” She springs up on her feet. “Mom, will you come with me?”

“Sure I will.” You stand with her, giving Wren a quick glance over before sidling up to the side of the bed. Steve looks up at you funny. “Steve?”

“What?”

You lean down to his ear. “Honey, will you stay with Beth tonight? Just so I can see the baby? I can't stand being away from Beth when she's sick, but I'm really worrying about her,” you whisper.

Steve's eyes widen. “Are you sure?”

He's not stupid. He knows what you're doing.

You nod quickly. You could say a lot of things to him —of course I'm sure, you should've stayed two days ago, you've been so good letting me be here with her— but Avery tugs on your hand, winging, and you only have time to touch Beth's back. She'll be in good hands.

Beth is upset to see you go that night, but she missed her dad. Steve hugs each of the girls in turn while Beth lays tucked in bed, even Robin, who laughs and complains about his touchiness and how it gets worse every year. You wait with them in your coat for your turn, sick to your stomach.

“I'll call you before nine,” he promises, squeezing you tightly. “You did such a good job, Y/N.”

“...What, no joke about leaving it to the pro?”

“I'm being thoughtful.” Steve kisses you, hugs you again, kisses you a second time. He can't decide what he's doing. “I love you. I'll see you in the morning.”

You kiss his cheek. It takes you another fifteen minutes to leave, busy making Bethie promises. I'll see you tomorrow, I love you so much, brave girl, your dad's gonna take the best best best care of you ever. And then we're gonna spend the next week in bed so we can stop missing each other so much.

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starsval · 11 months

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you're losing me

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus giving you mixed signals. based on you're losing me by taylor swift.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: idek if i like this but i'll just post it. thanks to @myriadmoons for helping me write this, ily<3

Stop, you’re losin’ me

“you’re so pretty” he’s practically on top of you, although the common room is empty. he’s touching your face, your hair, your hands. he sees you’re getting flustered and continues. “you don’t understand how pretty you are”

“remus” you wince, trying to get away from his hold.

“what, babe?” he says, almost mocking you.

“stop” you insist.

“stop what?” he hides in your neck, and you can feel the smirk growing on his face when your hand goes to his hair.

“this” he doesn’t seem to care, because he distances from you, puts his hand on the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss you.

when he pulls away, he leans his forehead on yours, and for a moment, it seems like he’s going to confess, like he’s going to say the three words you’re waiting for.

but he doesn’t,

instead, he pulls away when he hears your friends walking in, he sits back on the couch, away from you, and starts reading like nothing happened.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

you were sitting next to him, watching him lie on the infirmary bed, just like every month.

"babe, stop doing that" you don't know when he woke up, you just know that his hand is on yours so you stop biting your nails. you immediately get up, grabbing his face so you can look at it.

"how are you feeling?" he smiles, staring at your eyes. if only he could see the storms in them.

"good" he replies as he grabs your waist, moving you to lie next to him.

and you stay like that for a while, talking about nothing in particular, his hands on you all the time.

once he feels better he gets up, slowly gathering his things. you walk him to the door, but you don't get out.

"i think i'll stay here for a bit, i'm feeling sick" you look at him, and there's a bit of confusion in his eyes.

"oh, okay" that's the last thing he says before leaving.

Stop, you’re losin’ me

the next time he sees you, you're both at a party, and your friends aren't there yet. so he approaches you, takes a sip from your cup and puts his arms around you.

"hi" he smiles.

"hi" you smile back.

"i love your outfit" he stares at it.

"thanks"

"i could show you how much i love it in my room thought" he smirks when you blush.

"stop"

"okay" he replies, but he hugs you tighter.

and you stay like that for a bit, but when he sees lily walking towards you he completely pulls away, and he disappears before you can say something.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone"

when you walk out of the common room, he doesn't know whether to follow you or not. he stares at the now cold spot next to him, but he's not sure if he should follow you.

when he sees you, you're drying your face. and he stares at the redness of them.

"love, are you okay?" he sits next to you, on the hallway floor.

"yes" he sighs, taking one of your hands in his.

"if you need anything, i'm here, you know?" he explains, not staring at you.

"i know"

neither of you talk for a while, you staring at the wall in front of you, him staring at your hand on his.

"i'm sorry that my pain is a burden"

"your pain could never be an imposition" he assures you.

"stop"

"it's true, i mean it"

he says, but as soon as someone calls him from the end of the hallway, he gets up.

"i'm sorry, i have to leave"

and you know you shouldn't care, you know you shouldn't go to his dorm later that day so you can go study together, you know you should just ignore him. but you go anyway.

"you're going to study with mrs. moony?" you hear sirius ask remus, from outside the room.

"stop fucking calling her mrs. moony, she's not my wife" you hear remus spat at sirius, and you think that you might just leave, that you don't want to listen to the whole conversation.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" sirius doesn't know you're there, but he's still offended.

"she's just following me all the time, asking me if she can help me, she's just a people pleaser, like i would marry her" and that's when you decide that it's enough, that you don't want to keep listening, that you don't want to see him anymore.

and he waits, he waits for you in the library, where you were supposed to meet. he waits until curfew. he waits until the next morning, when you're supposed to sit next to him during breakfast. he waits in class, where you're supposed to sit next to him.

but you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone.

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

he approaches you again while you're choosing something to drink.

"i like your outfit" he smiles.

"stop" you walk away from him, making him frown.

"what?

"you're losing me"

“what? c’mon, talk to me”

he follows you out of the party, to talk, he said, but when you want to, he doesn't listen. instead, he takes your cup out of your hand.

"stop ignoring me!" you say when he starts looking around.

"i'm not!" but then he looks at a couple who just walked out of the common room.

"i'm the best thing at this party"

you're losing me

he doesn't talk, he just stares at you, that's when you feel the tears filling your eyes.

"and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser" you chuckle, tears running down your face. "who only wanted you to see her"

you wait for him to say something, to apologize, to take his words back, to react, but he just stares at you.

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losing me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosing me"

"do something, babe, say something" you insist, but he just looks at the floor. "lose something, risk something"

you're losing me

"chose something, love, i got nothing" you tell him, waiting for him to do something.

to believe, unless you're choosing me

#remus lupin x reader #young remus x y/n #the marauders era #young remus lupin #based on a taylor swift song #the marauders

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 2 months

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A/N ::: I did dishes tonight and was bent over, yeah, you guessed it, filling up the Jet-Dry thingy and thought how nice would it be to have Draken come up behind me and whack me on the ass. And then it just got terribly, terribly out of hand and now we're like 2500+ words shorter on life. I'm so sorry I do this shit. But you don't have to read it. (THOUGH ILY ALL SM FOR READING IT!!!!)

C/W ::: Domestic!Draken x F.reader, fluff, some smut.

WC ::: 2,572

You're bent over the dishwasher filling up the rinse agent again. Because even though everyone that comes through your home CAN do things, doesn't mean they WILL.

You're filling it up and it hasn't spilled yet. Like, all of it has gone into the receptacle and it's perfect. You hear Draken's heavy, booted footsteps approaching you and you're so excited to tell him your stupid little feat over the dishwasher. "Ken! Ken! Guess what I just di-" he smacks your ass with a cupped hand. And so hard, too, that it almost makes you fall forward onto the open dishwasher door.

"What. The. Fuck. Have. You. Done!!" you say to him in a tone that's borderline scaring him. "Did you not see what I was doing here? I c- hoh man. Oh my god, Ken."

"W- why're you talkin' to me like that? What'd I do? Why ... why is your face so red, sweets, hm?" You stood up and turned around, the jet-dry all over your hand. And you're so much shorter than him. He doesn't understand this fear that's bubbling up in his stomach at the way you're staring at him with such ... murderous intent.

"Um, th-thank you for doing the dishes ... right? Is that what I'm supposed to say right now?" You slap his arm, making him yell in surprise. "Ow! Wha-"

"Don't interrupt me!" you yell at him. "You know damn well why I'm upset with you. Don't play dumb."

"Ohh, is this about the ass smack?"

"Yeah, it's about the ass smack! Do you realize how perfectly I was pouring that stupid dishwasher spot rinse this time? You just ... you ruined it! I'm gonna have to wait until it's run out and try again! AGAIN!"

He laughs. "Aw, baby, you're cute when you get all mad like this. It's adorable."

"Ryuuguji. This is not fucking funny to me! You can't just hit me like that while I'm trying to do something else. I was bending over for god's sake. You couldn't just, I don't know, tap me or something?"

"Uhhh, but you love it when I smack your ass, babe. Don't even try to deny it."

"That's beside the point! You can't do it every time."

"Well, maybe if you weren't so fuckin' hot when you're bent over like that, I wouldn't feel the need to!" You stare at him with your mouth agape. "I'm just sayin'!" he adds.

"Just. Shut up. And go back to your show." You turn around and start filling up the dishwasher again. He puts his hands on your waist, sliding them around to your stomach. "Ken ... I love you, but don't touch me right now."

"What if I don't wanna watch TV anymore? What if I wanna watch that pretty mouth of your wrappin' around my..." he pressed his erection against your ass. "Hm? You look so pretty."

"Are you kidding me?"

"What, you don't want my dick anymore? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying! I don't want it right now because you're being insensitive!" He laughed.

"Why are you being so fuckin' psychotic about this? It's just the stupid spot rinse. And anyway, wasn't I helping you by getting more of it to circulate around in there? I think I deserve a thank you for being so insightful without even knowing it."

You turned around and shoved him away. "You're unbelievable. Seriously." You put the cap back on the spot rinse and walked away from him. "I don't wanna talk to you."

"Oh, come on! Baby, don't be like that! It was just a joke!" He followed you into the living room, where you were sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I'll let you do your thing from now on, okay?"

"And how am I supposed to know if you're just saying that to appease me? You can't just apologize like that and expect me to believe you."

"I'll prove it to you. I'll watch your every move and make sure you’re not doing anything else before I smack your ass. See? I can be considerate too."

"Okay, well, if you can go a week without smacking my ass when it's poor timing, I'll believe you."

"A WEEK? I can't smack your ass for a whole week? Babe. Come on. You're being cra- unreasonable about this."

"I'm being what?"

"Nothing. Just. Fine. A week it is."

"Good." You smirked at him. "So, you can start by letting me finish filling up the dishwasher right now."

"No." He said. "Puttin' my foot down. And - and no. You getting all huffy about the fuckin' dishwasher has me hard as fuck and I want you to sit on my lap. Now."

"Are you kidding me? No! I'm not having sex with you after you made me spill my hard-earned dishwasher spot rinse!"

"Baby, it's just dish soap."

"AH-HA! It's not dish soap. It's a rinsing agent!" You don't know why you felt like you'd won the whole thing right then and there. But Draken just shook his head at you and walked to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, undoing his pants.

"Fine. Just know that I'll be over here, jackin' off while you're doing your little thing. And you'll be missing out on a good time, so, you know. Your choice."

You didn't care. You went back to the kitchen and started filling up the dishwasher again. This time, you had a timer set for 5 minutes. If you couldn't fill it up in that time, you were going to give up and come back to it later.

Draken stayed on the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly while he watched you from the bedroom. It was kind of hot, seeing you so determined. He knew you weren't going to let him win this one. And that turned him on. A lot.

But you couldn't do it. The timer went off and you still had a little left to do. And it pissed you off. You walked back to the bedroom and threw a pillow at him. "Happy?"

He smiled at you. "Why don't you come and find out?" You looked down at his hard cock and back up at him. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the pillow, throwing it back to its spot on the bed.

"I'm not gonna have sex with you while you're being such a brat." You started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him.

"I- sor- sorry. I'M being a brat? Who the fuck do you think you are! Talk-" he pulled you so you were standing right in front of him and yanked your yoga pants and panties down in one motion. "Talking to me like that. You're the brat here, brat. And you know what," he laid you over his lap so your ass was in the perfect position to spank, "you're about to get a little lesson in respect. I'll show you who's a brat."

"K- Ken ... don't you dare!" But he was already bringing his hand down on your bare ass, making you yelp in surprise. "Ah! Ow! Don't you fucking dare!"

He smacked you again, harder this time. "Respect, bitch!" He smacked you again and again, alternating between cheeks. "Who's a brat now?"

"You, Ken! You! Oh my- oh my god, please stop!" You were laughing so hard that tears were running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe he was doing this to you. It stung but it was also turning you on.

He stopped spanking you and pulled you onto his lap, laying you on your side so your ass wasn't touching anything. "You okay, baby? Huh?" He ran his fingers over the red marks on your skin.

"I hate you so much," you said, still laughing.

"No. You don't." He kissed your cheek and ran his hands over your body. "You love me."

"Yeah, I do."

He lifted you up and positioned you so you were straddling him. "Good. Now. Let's have sex."

"Um. I don't think so." You slid off of him and looked around for your pants. They were in the garbage. "Really, Ken? The garbage can?"

"What? It's not like I meant to throw them there."

"Mm-hm. And besides, you just spanked me! Multiple times! So no. N-O spells no." You started to run away from him, still bare assed. Your ass jiggled all the way down the hallway and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

"Oh, no, you don't!" He ran after you and tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with his body. "I didn't say you could go anywhere. You're staying right here with me."

"Ken, please!"

"Please, what? You want me to spank you more? Is that it? You liked getting your ass slapped, huh? You little slut." He pushed his cock against you, pressing it against your clit. "You wanna get fucked?"

"Yes! Yeh-hess, I want you to fuck me, Ken."

"Hmm. Not so fast." He pulled away from you and got down on his knees on the floor, lifting your legs up over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thighs, his lips ghosting over your skin. "You know how much I love these thighs of yours?"

"Mhm. Ken, please."

"Really. Now you're begging me for it? You're fuckin' unbelievable. So needy 'n shit. Got some nerve." He pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking it back and forth. "I don't know if I'm ready yet. You're gonna have to work a little harder than that to get me going. 'Sides, you had your chance. Several, actually. So really, this is your fault." He went back to licking your pussy, his tongue delving into your folds.

You brought your fingers to your mouth and licked them, rubbing them over your clit, moaning as he ate you out. He pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own. He started to rub your clit faster, making your hips buck up. "Mm. Good girl."

"Ah! Ohh, fuck!" Your orgasm hit you hard, making you moan loudly. "Ken! Ahh, fuck!" You tried to push him away, but he kept going, licking and sucking at your wetness until you couldn't take it anymore. "I can't! Fuck, I ca- hah!"

He finally stopped and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with his hand. "There. Now. How do you feel about fucking me now?"

You laughed at him. "Fuck off."

"Aww, come on, baby. You know you wanna." He leaned forward and kissed your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. "Let's finish filling up the dishwasher together, hm?" He helped you up and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you completely naked.

"I can't believe you," you said, laughing. "You really did that."

"Hey, you said no sex. I was just taking it a step further by removing all of your clothes so you couldn't even pretend you were gonna have sex with me. In this household, nudity is not frowned upon. In fact, I may tell our friends that if they come over, they have to take their clothes off. You'd like that, huh? I see the way you look at Mikey and Baji. Kazutora sometimes. And Chifuyu. And Mitsuya."

"OK! Jesus. Yeah, your friends are hot. But I'm in love with you, you caveman."

"I know. But it's okay. They don't mind that you're in love with me, either. So don't worry about it. You can fuck any of them if you want."

"I ... wh-what? I don't want to fuck them. I just like lookin' at them. Jesus. Way to give me up so fast! Wait, have they - have they said anything about wanting to fuck me? No no no. Don't answer that. Let's just do the dishes so you can fuck me."

He laughed and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward the kitchen. "Fine. Come on, then. Let's fill up the dishwasher and get you back into bed for round 2."

"Oh god, please don't call it that."

"What? What else would you call it? Fucking?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Oh, right. The fucking. Got it." He walked over to the dishwasher and grabbed the spot rinse. "Here. Fill it up. I'll watch." He leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest.

You sighed. "Fine." You picked up the bottle and filled it up, not spilling a drop. "You're ruining my fun by watching me so closely."

"Nah. You're just being a little brat again." He stepped closer to you and pressed his erection against your back. "And you know what happens to brats, right?"

"Yeah, they get punished."

"That's right, baby. That's exactly right." He spun you around and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours hungrily. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard right here on the counter, you’ll never do the dishes again without thinking about my cock."

You giggled and shook your head at him. "You're such a horny fuck, Ken. I love it." You started to push his boxers down his hips.

He pulled them down and stepped out of them, his cock hard and ready for you. "That's my girl. You ready for me?"

"Mhm." You lifted your leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me right here."

He thrust his cock into you, making you gasp in surprise. "There it is. That's what I love hearing from you." He fucked you hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours as he pounded into you. "Ahh, fuck. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good."

"Ohh, Ken! Ah! Fuck! Oh my god! Hah!!!" You cried out, scooting closer and closer to him off of the counter.

"Yeah? Fuckin' feels so good yeah? Fuck I love it when you're loud!" He began thrusting even harder into you.

"No! There's a fork stabbing me in the ass, get me off of here!" you yelled, trying to get away from the sharp metal object.

He laughed too hard at that and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom. "There you go, baby."

You sighed in relief. "Thank you." He climbed onto the bed with you and pulled you on top of him. "Now I want you to ride me. Ride my cock." He held your hips and helped you move up and down on him. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Yeah, just like that."

You moaned as you rode him, your hips rocking back and forth as you took him deeper. "Ken, you're so fucking good." You leaned forward and kissed him, your tongue sliding into his mouth. He kissed you back, his tongue rubbing against yours.

He started to thrust up into you, matching your rhythm. "That's it, baby. I love forking you." He smirked.

"What the fuck did you just say? I'm done. This was not meant to happen today." You climbed off of him and went to the bathroom to clean up.

"Babe, I'm sor-" he couldn't talk he was laughing so hard. "I'm sorry! Come here. C'mere."

"No. You know what? No. Go fork yourself, Ryuuguji. Don't speak to me for the rest of the day." You chuckled.

You don't know what you did to deserve this beautiful man in your life. But you thank the God's everyday that he loves you back.

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To the people I never tag, I only tagged you because you <3'd my silly little post. I won't tag you in anything else (unless you specifically request to be so. Thanks!)

#draken #ken ryuuguji #ken ryuguji #domestic fluff #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fluff #draken fluff #domestic draken #draken smut #ken ryuguji fluff #ken ryuguji smut #ken ryuguji x reader #draken x reader #draken x you #draken x y/n

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satorubrain · 11 months

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Hiiiii hope you are doing good(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

This is my first time requesting, so i am sorry if I made a mistake jshdjdj

I wanted to request gojo's reaction(?) to a s/o that bites him out of nowhere 😭. Like nothing serious, its just a silly thing they do where they will randomly grab his hand and just *big chomp*

Thank you, have a nice day<333

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: FLUFF. FLUFF. FLUFF. SILLY. Crack. Both are teacher sorcerers working at tokyo jujutsu high

Synopsis: As your relationship progresses and the more you open yourself to him, the more he is able to discover your silly little habits. He can't help but fall in love with you more.

A/N: BITING IS THE GREATEST LOVE LANGUAGE. ITS PEAK ROMANCE!!!!!!! I hope you don't mind me adding a few more elements to the story! Also anon don't worry you made no mistakes while requesting 💕💕

It had been two months since you started dating and Satoru couldn't help but fall for you harder and deeper. How can he not, especially when you were so cute. Whenever he thought he couldn't find something new about you, especially after knowing you for years, you somehow managed to surprise him with your quirks.

You had been staring at him, or rather his cheeks for a solid minute now, thinking intensely about something with your eyebrows furrowed. It was getting harder to resist. You've controlled yourself for years and now that he's your boyfriend, your brain forgot about it.

"Babe, you've been drilling a hole in my face, did something happen?" Satoru inquires.

"Your cheeks are so bitable Satoru." You answer. Before Satoru could respond he felt a soft chomp on his cheeks. It won't leave a mark but it was cute. He's sure his heart is going to jump out of his throat, you're way too adorable.

"soff" you mumble nomming on his cheek a bit before releasing it quickly after a few seconds and wiping it down giggling "well that was pretty satisf-"

He couldn't help but pull you into a deep kiss there and then, pulling you onto his lap, uncaring of anyone who might walk into the empty classroom. He soon breaks the kiss, cupping your cheeks.

"god y/n, you're driving me insane here" he whispers breathlessly, his mind numb and cheeks flushed red by your actions.

As time passes and your relationship finally gets public, your pda also increases.

He loves how you would greet him by running up to him, standing on your tippy toes, raising your arms to cup his cheeks and squishing them before pulling him down to give him a quick peck on his nose "G'morning cutie!!" you'd squeel and run away before he could react in return.

His heart flutters when he sees you open the door to the empty classroom he's sitting in, tapping every inch of his face for no reason before giving a peck on his nose, causing both of you to giggle.

He's calm and peaceful, his heart full of love when you hold him in your embrace, gently swaying you both, softly humming to a tone on the cold and dark nights when Satoru finds it hard to even breathe. But your warmth blows air into his lungs and your sweet sound calms down his senses. At this moment, for him, only the two of you exist.

"What are you doing, my sweet kirby?" Satoru asks with a stupid grin on his face as he lovingly looks at you who is making circles with your index fingers in front of him

"hmmm.... hypnotizing you" you chuckle, your eyes crinkling as you think of a reason for your actions "perhaps to make my fiancé fall for me even harder?"

"is that so? Well then I think it's working very well" he giggles as he pulls you closer to him by your hands, making them wrap around his neck as his cling around your waist.

The lovestruck man named Gojo Satoru didn't lie, since he did fell deeper in the bottomless abyss of your love every passing second.

ANONNNNN I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ILY FOR REQUESTING THIS <3

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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hotxcheeto · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do a ellie x fem reader smut and fluff where ellie edges reader to make her lose her mind please thank you love your posts :)

━ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), tribbing, mean!ellie if you squint, rough to passionate sex, ellie edging the reader, mentions of soreness and hickies, established relationship, fluff and romance babes

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! I OPENED MY REQUESTS AND FELT SO GOOD AND STARTED WRITING AND MY LIFE PLUMMETED. Ily sm thank you for being patient! And thank you for requesting!!

REBLOGS AMAZINGLY APPRECIATED ily !!!

"Tell me you fucking love me."

You glanced down through a blur of tears and hooded eyes, body sore and covered in glistening perspiration.

"I love you."

You whispered with a broken voice and shaky sound, just the three words passing your lips before a sharp breath ripped through your body.

Head falling back into your many pillows along with your thoughts of ever leaving her arms again, as if you would think that without her between your legs at this moment.

"Fuck Y/n." She whispered. "Again." Ellie then asked, or demanded, but you didn't care, fingernails clawing at her scalp while hers left little moons in your thighs.

You could barely fathom a thought, only Ellie, invading every aspect of your body. Every little fiber of yourself being handed over to your girlfriend.

"I really love you, Ellie."

She sucked hard on your clit, fucking you with her fingers while holding your lower half down with her other arm. Looped around your leg and keeping you close.

"I can't El.." You shook your head, fighting the urge to shut your legs around her head while her tongue swirled around your bud.

"Yes you can.." She muttered, pressing just the lightest kiss to your clit before diving right back in, not giving you a moment to breathe.

You could feel it gathering in your belly and bubbling in your throat. Eyes glossed over and hazy in sight.

"Ellie m'gonna–" Your voice cracked as a little shriek fell from your lips, your release coating her tongue and lips as she took it all in without a complaint. Humming at your taste, sending vibrations through your lower half.

"Oh fuck!" You shook with pleasure as her tongue played with your clit like it was her favorite toy. Watching your every reaction and drinking it all in.

The way your face contorted, and the way your yells died out.

Shivers passing your lips along with little breaths as her mouth slowed. Swirling around your clit again and again until your lower half began to run from her mouth.

"How're you pretty girl?" She asked, pulling away for a mere second before kissing your clit. Her thumb finding its way towards the little bud as your body stirred and calmed.

"El..." You breathed heavily before her finger lightly pressed itself over your already stimulated clit, a small girlish cry leaving your lips.

"Yeah?" She rubbed a little harder, circles and circles that had you withering. "Don't do that..." You murmured, the overstimulation becoming too much as your legs shook around her head.

"Don't do what? Huh?" The back of your hand came over your swollen lips, holding back your cry as her fingers gripped the meat of your thigh. Thumb not stopping its movement.

"You're such a dick–" Her hand pulled away, the build up collapsing around you at the loss of contact that made you shudder in disappointment.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you babe." You pouted in disappointment, her hand moving from your thigh to clutch your jaw.

"Fuck," She whispered, pressing her sweaty forehead against your own, watching your eyes flutter shut as her wet cunt gilded against your own. Clits grazing one another, a broken whine leaving your lips.

"Ellie.." "I missed you.." She then said, causing your eyes to open once more, pushing towards her for a kiss. Though, she moved, dodging your lips while a laugh filled the room.

Her pace was agonizingly slow, painful even. Inching you closer and closer with little movement, but she was so close it just made you crave even more. Her sweaty body rutting against your own while she stared down at you like you were the brightest star in the sky.

"Please.." Ellie knew, she knew how close you were again, clenching around nothing while your wet pussy only dripped with both her and your arousal. Begging for a release, though she wouldn't let you receive a thing.

She stopped, you whined.

"Shh.. sh, sh," She quieted you with a deep kiss, pulled her hips away while you tried to close your legs at the swollen, aching feeling over your clit, uncomfortably throbbing.

"Stop it or I'll stop." You wanted to cry, but you complied, letting her open you back up while she continued to peck your lips. Then your nose, smirking at your need for her as she'd inch you closer until inevitably pulling away.

"I want to come.." You whispered, so quiet if your girlfriend wasn't right on top of you, she wouldn't have heard a thing.

"Yeah?" Ellie asked, looking at you with more snarkiness than curiosity. Her warm breath fanning your already hot face, damp with both yours sweat her hers and claimed by her lips.

"Mhm.." Her fingers toyed with your hole, feeling you silently pleading for her to enter your cunt.

So close yet so far.

"I thought you said I was a dick?" You shook your head dramatically, drunk on just her body alone, hovering against yours. She smiled at your blown out pupils, you were completely gone and it was all of her doing.

"M'sorry.." "You're sorry?" You then nodded quickly, the girl above you chuckling and grabbing your face, letting it come to complete stop. One finger finding a snug place inside of you, forcing a whimper from your lips.

"You know I love you right?" "Yeah–" You squeaked, inviting her limb in, feeling her pumping in and out, and then she paused. "Please Ellie– feel s'good."

"Fuck... I could hear you say that forever." You felt your face go warm at the sudden look in her eye, or maybe it had always been there, and now you had finally noticed it.

You were so close, wanting to thrust up into her fingers but deciding against your hazed judgement.

"Please El..." Her movements were slow, not even to bring you up only to keep you on edge. "Please what?" "Wanna come."

"Mm." She leaned down once more, her chaste kissed on your purpled neck did so little to soothe the sore skin, but yet felt so nice.

"Please.." It came out so meek, a little whine, a prayer lost in the air and for Ellie's laughter to swallow it up.

"How do you want it?" You felt the air get caught up in your throat when she backed away, looking over your body in the lamp light. Her green eyes scanning every inch of yourself, yet you were so far gone, you didn't even mind.

"I want you." You said quietly, not caring at your vagueness or the strange look that crossed Ellie's green eyes, keeping you on edge as she prodded for an answer in the quiet room.

"Mouth?" You squirmed and shook your head, grabbing her free hand to pull her close. "You." Her fingers being sucked right back into your cunt, pumping in and out slowly, caught up in watching you.

She only stared, like a tourist in awe of the scenery. Like you were a beautiful waterfall in the middle of the desert.

To her, to your girlfriend, you were life and death itself.

"Please.."

Your release was inches away when Ellie pulled back for the final time, one hand spreading you apart.

"Ellie.." You startled, in so much pain and pleading for pleasure, achining for her touch to stay. "Shh, it's alright.."

She laid herself into you, humping your cunt with her own, both of you breathing out a choked moan.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Ellie hummed in delight, resting her forehead against your own as your clits grazed the other again and again. "Ellie.." You cried, head falling back deeper into the pillows you shared, body jolting with every one of Ellie's thrusts.

"Don't stop– please Ellie–" Her caressed your entire face, holding you close to her. "Look at me.." You barely comprehended her words, feeling the coil wounding so painfully tight you were positive you were going to scream.

"Look at me Y/n." You finally fluttered your eyes open, stare wide and attaching to hers. "M'gonna.." "Go on babe.."

You were coming undone even if she didn't mutter those words, your noises filling the room to a brim, flooded by your screams that scraped at your throat to be released.

Squeezing around nothing as she continued to fuck you, swallowing every noise by kissing you.

"Fuck Y/n/n.." Ellie followed, grinding her cunt against your own, both of your juices dripping down your thighs and pussy.

Her hand slipping down between the both of you to draw out your orgasms, rubbing your clit with her fingers. Your entire body squirming and jolting away from her while her other hand kept you perfectly in place.

"Ellie please– I can't–" You clawed at her upper arms, trying your hardest to push her hand away while she smiled, kissing your cheek.

"I love you.." You whispered, Ellie peering down at your nearly closed eyes.

Awkwardness flooding her gut at your words, because even now, after everything in those moments before, she felt weird saying it.

But you looked so beautiful, she didn't care.

"Yeah, I love you too."

#ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams imagine #ellie x you #the last of us #the last of us part two #the last of us part 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #tlou x reader

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oneforthemunny · 2 months

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this is a resend!

I get very panicky when I get even a little bit injured. like a small cut, if there's blood I start freaking out. what can I say i'm a baby. which eddie's are telling me to relax/calm down and which ones are coddling me?

ok so:

cowboy!eddie would roll his eyes at you. tell you it's nothin', a little scratch, to rub some dirt in it and move on. but he'd also baby the ever living fuck out of you. a full blown coddle while he patches it up.

boxer!eddie would laugh. i'm sorry, he'd roll his eyes and tell you he's had wayyy worse. would check it out with a passing glance, maybe wrap it for you, but he's not going to coddle very much.

mafia!eddie would be pretty level about it. he's very rational in logic, so he'd want to get you calmed down and then stop it so you'd stop.

janitor!eddie would try to be calm about it but he's a little panicky. he's definitely lean more on the coddling side.

hockey!eddie would coddle too, but in the most sweet (stupid sorry ily but he's a little dumb) boy way. "babe, this is nothing. not even a vein. i thought you were gonna need stitches. i can totally patch this up hold on."

modern!eddie i can't decide if he'd make a silly joke or be so awed at how freaked out you are. in my mind, he'd just kinda look at you and let you handle it while trying to calm you down. sorta a coddle, sorta a "don't bite my head off please"

older!eddie wouldn't really care but he'd patch you up. pull out the first aid, put some neosporin on it, kiss it when the bandage was on. a sweet coddle.

bouncer!eddie genuinely would be like??? and what am i supposed to do??? "do you need a bandaid?? are you ok??" like he's confused.

rockstar!eddie would take every chance to kinda make fun of you lightly but also coddle you and clean you up at the same time. "oh, let me put the bandaid on here princess. there you go. alllll better." in a mocking kinda tone, but he's still doing it lol.

dom!eddie would just do it without really much thought. patch you up and kinda move on almost like thoughtlessly.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #older!dilf!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson #eddie munson au #dom!eddie munson #bouncer!eddie munson #hockey player!eddie munson #hockey!eddie munson #boxer!eddie munson

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michelle4eve · 24 days

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Moots <33

(No specific order, I love all you guys!)

@aia45

-Newer moot! Hihi :) Who's your bias btw?

@gimmeurtummy

-I literally love you, I appreciate you comforting me when I was about to cry and you're so kind it hurts 🤭 I hope we continue to talk and be bsfs :]

@lovablewh0re

- I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 😚❣ MY BBY SARANGHEAYO 😡💋

@linosssss

- I dunno yet D: But here, have hearts because I haven’t got anything to say ❣️💕💓

@galaxycatdrawz

-I dunno you much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I just watch your interactions with others (sometimes I interact with you too :O) and I want to get closer with u :)

@milf-ivy

-I'm sorry, I forgot all interactions I have had with you (if i had any), you’re very sweet tho😭 But uhm here's some hearts 💕 💖 💓 ♥ 💗 ❤

@sashaelfel

-OMGG I LOVE YOUR ART BROO? LIKE EVERYTHING LOOKS SO GOOD AND I WANT TO EAT IT FROM HOW IT LOOKS. YOU ARE ONE TALENTED MF ❣💕💓

@bluejutdae

-Hii, I didn’t know we were moots?? I hope we can talk? <33

@livelovelaughmiko

-So sweet?? Adorable even?? Like you srsly have stolen my heart.. I smiled like a dumb fool, your lil photo bombs make my day/few days <33 Hehe :]

@writingforstraykids

-Literally a celebrity so I'm intimidated, and I love your writing 😚 I will binge your series as promised soon 🙏

@got-me-seein-stars

- How are you doin? Thanks for checking up on me and all, I really appreciate it :] Hope you're doing alright!

@thatonedemigodfromseoul

-You better get me some sushi so I can try it 😤And you(r)e (dog is) cute <33 Also, please stop murdering and/or committing arson 🙏

@binnies-binna-deactivated202403

- … Babes.. One moment you're there and the next you deactivated 😭

@minholing

-MWAH 😚💕💕❣❣ (I can't figure out what to say, so here's hearts ♡♡♡)

@cinnamostar

- Hihihi how are you doing, i remember smth abt this guy from a party? How's that lol, and I love your fake texts :]

@143staytiny

-Literally so fuking sweet Ily <33 your long paragraphs kinda intimidate me..but it's a-ok! Some people write long texts, some short. Alsooo WHERE IS THE PLAYLIST 😭😭

@zee-143

-No but I actually luv u, might be stalking me though 🧐 and ur headcanons/lil oneshots stole my heart.. Ngl I didn't know you wrote them, I should pay more attention to the authors.. We're officially besties now whether you like it or not. 😇 And we be matching 🤭

@lixxpix

-Hihihi I'm so sorry I forgot you 😔 I honestly have no idea if we've interacted before.. ilyt 😅💕💕 Mwah mwah 💋❣

@azuna-sz

-Hiii! Newest mootie here :] I hope we get to know each other more. How's your day been so far?

@viviworkshere

-Hi mon cheri, I think I've won the boop war earlier hehe. You're cute and I loved your fic, I like you, take care

@sona1800

-So sweet and very cool 😎 I have no clue what to say so bare with me D:

@crispxxxx

- I feel like you’re stalking me pt.2 🧐 But uhm, I srsly don't know what to say but you seem cool :DD

@atinyniki

-Are you ok bro, don't die. Ilyy 🤭💕 I'm a big fan

@yangbbokari

-Why are you still here lol, sending ❣❣❣💕💕💓💓

@jinnie-ret

-Hehe, hi. I love your writing :DD I like you too :DD

@cheesemonky

-First to adopt me, my momma. If it isn’t obvious enough, I rly like u! And your writing is amazing too, you’re very admirable and I’m 100% sure you’re very pretty

@theoncelerswifearoo

-My first ever moot here! I don’t think I’ve actually talked with you lol 😓 Wayyyy back when I was in my onceler phase (a year ago?), we became moots :) I don’t even know if you use tumblr anymore tbh…

@skzoologist

-Omg when I first talked to you, I thought I was dreaming or smth.. Like, I love everything about you and you know me now?? 🤯 And now, we talk more 😌 I'm improving with my sleep schedule btw! I don't rly take baths that late anymore 🥳

@silverstarburst

- I just watch your interactions from afar so I dunno what to say for you 😭 here’s a heart?? <33

@foivestarrsketchez

-I do not remember if we interacted before.. But you seem cool, let's be friends 💜

@crabrangoongirl25

-I dunno you that much yet I'm so sorry 🙏💕 You seem cool and I'm kinda intimidated

@lilistayskz

-I don't know you that much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I hope we get to talk more and become closer hehe

@homuncvlus

-I don't know you much yet I'm so sorry 😞�� But I see you pop up a lot in my feed and activity hehe 💓

@nyukyujs

-I dunno you much yet 😞 But uhm I like your writing and 💞❣💕

@dwaekkiforpresident

-🧍‍♀️I'm kinda intimidated by you, 😚💕

I'M SORRY IF THESE AREN'T GREAT, I WAS QUITE LITERALLY PANICKING WHILE WRITING THIS BECAUSE WHAT IF ONE OF YOU GUYS GET OFFENDED OR SMTH SO I APOLOGIZE 🙏 I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH 😚💕💋❣💓💗

IF YOU AREN'T HERE PLEASE TELL ME DD: I MUST'VE FORGETTEN ...

#cute moots #i hope you like it and don't hate me #if you aren't my moot and you're here #im sorryyyy #im half asleep #don't come for me #I'm actually scared to post #..#4evetalks #4everambles #mon chéri

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leonsbbg · 11 months

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I saw a Reddit post about someone’s bf having two alarms so they could get at least 5 mins of cuddling when he woke up and it’s seems just like something leon would do 😫

leon kennedy x reader

leon sets 2 alarms to enjoy 5 peaceful minutes in the morning cuddling with his love before starting his day.

notes: fluff, fluff, fluff. no yn, gender neutral (ive been gone so long IM SORRY but i'm back!! also i'm sorry ive left this unanswered for so long ily i hope you enjoy<3)

The soft morning light peeked through the curtains as Leon's first alarm went off. He stirred from his slumber and reached out to hit the snooze button, but then he remembered why he had set this alarm in the first place. With a gentle smile on his face, he turned off the alarm and shifted closer to you, who was still peacefully sleeping beside him.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, reveling in the warmth of your body against his. Your soft breath tickled his skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The world outside your cocoon of blankets seemed to fade away as he focused on the feeling of your presence, the comforting rhythm of your breathing.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

You stirred, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Mmm, good morning," you replied, your voice laced with drowsiness.

You both lay there for a few minutes, simply basking in each other's embrace, savoring the quiet intimacy of the early morning. The world felt calm and serene, untouched by the chaos that awaited you later in the day.

Eventually, Leon's second alarm chimed, signaling the start of their day. Reluctantly, he released his hold on you and leaned over to turn off the alarm.

"Time to get up, babe," he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You let out a small groan, not quite ready to leave the comfort of your bed. "Just a few more minutes, please?"

Leon chuckled, understanding your desire to linger a little longer. "Alright, but just a few. We can't stay here forever."

He snuggled you again, your limbs intertwined, hearts beating in sync. The minutes passed by in a blissful haze, until Leon's voice broke the silence once more.

"Okay, love, it's time to start the day," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You smile, thinking about how lucky you are to call him yours.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #fluff #i love him #sweetest boy

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luveline · 2 years

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could you maybe write struggling single dad!eddie? ily!!! 😘

love you! hope this is okay :D I did girl dad!eddie because ♡ fem!reader

Juggling car keys, a brown paper bag of groceries and a toddler that refuses to be put down today is not easy. And she's not always like this, Roan's usually a sweet (if quiet) girl who makes Eddie's life as easy as she can. A blessing, he thanks God or whoever for her everyday, but lately she's been clingy as climbing ivy.

"Babe," he says, stress seeping into the pet name and making it more chiding than he means, "could you relax?"

She glares at him. She's a mirror.

"You're being so mean to daddy today, you know that?"

She ignores him, small hands in the collar of his last nice work shirt and pulling. He can't stop her from stretching it out, doesn't have a hand free to pull her away and the shitty cruiser he swapped his beloved van for is still locked up tight.

"Baby, stop!" he scolds.

She looks like she might have a tantrum if she could. Roan pulls her hands away but starts to grizzle, a sniffle that turns loud that turns to full blown tears. He can't tell if they're crocodile tears or not. He feels awful anyhow.

Roan brings a hand up to slap his shoulder. Her fingers get caught in the fabric of his collar and she tugs to get free, jabbing herself in the eye with the back of her hand.

Her resulting cry is awful. Real, heart-hurting, Eddie forgets to be mad and starts shushing her gently. He presses his back sweaty with exertion against the cold window of the back seat door and pulls her in as close as he can.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he says softly.

She shrieks and hits the grocery bag. It topples. The groceries go everywhere. An orange rolls into the parking lot.

"Roan," he complains, defeated.

Patience, he thinks to himself desperately. Patience. She doesn't mean to.

He can't afford stuff like this. The time it takes to do simple things like get groceries feels expensive enough — he could be pressing Roan's clothes right now, or swapping out that cracked neck on the black Gibson so he can finally get paid for it, or fuck, he could be smoking a goddamn cigarette.

He sets her down. She screams bloody murder but he doesn't have a choice. He has to chase down the dispersed groceries desperately, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

Being a parent has made him hyper aware of other people's judgmental looks. He can feel eyes now on the top of his head and Eddie knows it's that cruel looking blonde woman from the cold cuts aisle who'd tried to lecture him on processed ham.

He picks his head up, words already rehearsed in his head. Lady, if you don't leave me alone I swear to fuck I'm gonna feed her nothing but TV dinners for the rest of her life. She's gonna be a junk food baby and you'll have no one to blame but yourself.

Only It's not the lady. It's a girl.

You wither under his fierce scowl and offer the two oranges in your hand to him unsurely.

"Sorry," you say, shifting forward a half step. "They rolled my way."

He accepts the oranges without talking, which is rude, so rude, but his heads already decided the order of things before his mouth can catch up. Shove the groceries in the bag. Put the bag on the floor. Pick up his kid. Help her calm down.

He hikes Roan onto his hip, rubs her back, and says, "God, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

You visibly relax. Eddie's surprised you didn't turn tail and run.

"Yeah? Do I have a doppelganger?" you ask. You smile in this way that's totally your own, Eddie's never seen someone grin like that before. Maybe a little shy and the shyness is making you awkward, teeth peeking out, you're pretty.

He's shocked at the thought. She's pretty.

Years of womanising (with varying success) kicks in.

"No, God no. She wasn't nearly as pretty as you are, sweetheart."

Roan seems to realise that she's not the object of his whole affection and pulls on his hair. Eddie let's his head yank to the side with a hiss and then a rueful smile. The world skews. You follow his head movement with your own.

"Is that so? I guess you'd know all about pretty," you say, head dipped to your shoulder.

Eddie gets super excited thinking he's actually managed to pull this one off (a fucking impossibility).

You hold your hand out hesitantly and wave. He realises you had not been talking about him.

"You- Oh, yeah. She's lovely, isn't she?"

You beam. "'Lovely,'" you quote. "That's a nice word." Your attention slides to Roan. She basks in it. "Hey, baby. You're just something else, aren't you? You know! You know how pretty you are, don't go shy on me."

Roan goes smiley. Chubby cheeks full of colour, she grins and pulls her dark curls in front of her face. Like father, like daughter.

"What's her name?" you ask.

"Roan. I'm Eddie."

You introduce yourself, bent just slightly to talk directly to Roan. You offer your hand.

When Roan takes it, you shake her tiny hand gently and then rub your thumb over her fingers. "Nice to meet you, princess."

"Hi," she says slowly.

You give her hand a small squeeze and then take a step back, arms moving behind you. "God, she's a pretty baby. And she looks so much like you."

"Yeah?" he asks warmly.

You realise what you've said with a look like you've been struck. After a second, you blink and laugh self-consciously. "Well. It's true."

He's out of the game. He's miles away from the game. But if he doesn't ask you for coffee that's gotta be self sabotage, right? Eddie's trying to find the words when you take a strange breath.

"Listen, I've seen you around and- I know this is weird. Sorry, but you really are- God. Sorry, but do you wanna get coffee? Sometime?" you ask, clunky and awkward.

Eddie's enamoured. He forgets to answer because he can't believe his luck and you take it for something different, adding, "Or not coffee? What does the little lady like?"

He must smile wide enough to split his lip. "Chocolate, mostly."

"Like cake and stuff?"

"Loves it."

You nibble at the inside of your lip as you pull your bag around to your thigh and search inside for a pen. You pull out a leaflet, a Save The Children Pamphlet they pass around outside of the mall and wince as you tear a corner.

He watches you write down your number on the hood of his car. You do it quick, pass it to him quicker.

"You can just call me, let me know when you're free."

"I'm free when you are," he says like a loser. It's not even remotely true. Eddie's never free, but for you he's gonna make it happen.

"How about Thursday?"

Eddie nods. Roan slips down his side and looks between you both like she's watching a tennis match.

"Yeah, Thursday is perfect."

You smile. Eddie takes it all in, everything, your smile and your hair and your clothes and the way your fingers pull at one another. He can't believe you're the nervous one right now. His heart spins like a top in his chest.

"I'm sorry to ask you out and jet, but there's somewhere I gotta be," you say. You sound genuinely apologetic.

"No, of course-"

"But I'll see you on Thrusday. Outside of, um, Morgan's Desserts?"

"Sure, but-"

"Yeah?" you ask.

"I can bring Roan?" he asks.

Your expression softens. "Please. If you don't I'm gonna stand you up."

He laughs abruptly, a shock of it like a firecracker in his chest.

You move like you might leave but then pick up his grocery bag and pass it back it to him. "Bye, princess," you pause to say, looking melted by his daughter's puppy dog eyes, if he does say so himself.

"Bye," she says sweetly.

You nod at him. He nods back.

"Thursday," he calls at your retreating figure. You know, to make sure.

You shoot him a smile over your shoulder.

Roan turns in his hold to stare at his face.

"What?" he asks her.

"Chocolate?" she questions.

"Heard that, did you?" he mutters.

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urtheloml · 1 year

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my love (boundless, cosmic, never-ending)

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader w/c: 2.1k synopsis: watching Everything Everywhere All At Once makes you think of the theory of a multiverse. your boyfriend isn't too pleased. a/n: idk i just thought bakugou would immediately tell you stfu if you told him to imagine an alternate universe that didn't have you in it hwhwhwhe <3 also: happy new year! i posted four times,,?? in 2022,, that's soo wild 4 me teehee :p anyway thanks for the support ily happy 2023

A crescendo rings, it echoes throughout the room and the sound bounces off the walls in your living room. The credits of the movie roll, the title 'Everything Everywhere All at Once' a stark white against the black background and if you squint, you can just barely catch your wide-eyed expression on the TV screen. Bakugou lifts his head off the couch arm, his face indented with lines from pressing into the leather. The room is filled with total silence, because holy shit.

"Babe, that was the greatest movie I've ever seen in my life. Like, ever."

Bakugou snorts, but he doesn't disagree, and he probably refrains from answering verbally because he doesn't want you to hear how scratchy his voice sounds. Even though you definitely saw him get teary-eyed, he refuses to acknowledge that he cried during the film.

It would be stupid to poke fun at your boyfriend though because if his eyes are just barely red, yours are practically bloodshot and swollen. How could you, or him, not cry? The film was centred around immigrant parents learning how to grow, how to accept their children and apologising in their own ways. It was bound to happen.

Bakugou gets up and you let your legs stretch out, laying down fully on the couch. He shuffles around the room, picking up stray pieces of popcorn that you both threw at each other during the movie. He switches the TV off, puts the bowls and cups in the sink and washes them for you too. All the while, your mind thinks about the theory of a multiverse, thinks about Katsuki and how different things could've been.

When he returns, he rolls his eyes at the sight of your wet cheeks. A hand, big enough to capture both your ankles, lifts your feet up and Bakugou sets them back down in his lap. Absent-mindedly, he starts stroking your legs, calming you down, like you were a cat and not a human.

"Why are you still crying? The movie's been over for ten minutes, you loser."

You can't really be bothered to call him something mean, not when your mind is working faster than your mouth and wide-eyed, you blurt out, "Kats, if the multiverse theory does exist, you realise that there's a universe where you and I never met? Or one where you and I hate each other and will never have what we have now- ow!"

The soft ministrations on your leg turn into a pinch, the skin stinging between his two fingers. Bakugou cuts off your rambling by doing so, and he eases the pain over with a kiss, like it never happened at all. He clicks his tongue, "Stop it, you know I fuckin' hate it when you start saying shit like that."

But you can't stop, your mind is whirring at speeds impossible thinking about every single life that he's not in with you. It makes you ache, makes you start saying stupid things like, "No, listen, Katsuki like it's an infinite multiverse, babe. I'm sorry if you don't wanna hear it but it's true so I think it's justifying me crying a bit 'cause in some life, you and I- hmprh!"

And suddenly, you're being pulled upright and Bakugou's covering your mouth with his hand, something that always takes you by surprise because it's so calloused but still so warm and it's such a contrast to his exterior, and he looks at you dead in the eyes and says quietly (steadily), "It's not true. It doesn't exist and it won't fuckin' ever."

Unbeknownst to you, in the midst of your rant that couldn't have lasted more than five seconds, Bakugou's traitorous mind assaults him with snapshots of what his life could've been without you in it. The moment you mentioned it, he saw it. He saw a life where there wasn't you by his side.

A meaningless existence where someone didn't drool on his shoulder on the couch, where someone didn't insist on holding hands even when it was hot out, where someone didn't take the time to pry him open and let him be loved as much as he loved them.

He saw it— living with your absence. How dull and colourless it would've been without you there for him to hold or to kiss in the mornings and afternoons and at nighttime. He let the foolish image of a life devoid of your traces play out in his mind, and it lasted no longer than a millisecond but he hated it. Living with no one to cook eggs for in the morning, waking up in a bed that wasn't warmed by you and going to sleep without letting you sink into him. It was moronic, incredulous, and it baffled him to even think about it.

He thinks of the time you forced him to look away from what he was cooking, just to dance in your small kitchenette to whatever song was playing in the background. There was no room to really sway you and his elbows kept knocking into the cupboards and he couldn't stop the grin from taking over his face.

You had laughed and it sounded like everything he ever wanted.

He burnt the food, you ate it anyway. He thinks of a life where the food had been cooked perfectly, and he would've had to eat it alone and it would've tasted bland and flavourless anyway. Nothing would've mattered, not one achievement or goal he reached, none of it would ever matter in any lifetime across any universe if you weren't right there beside him.

Bakugou releases you, letting you fall back onto the couch with a huff. He pokes and squeezes your legs, biting the inside of his cheek to try to cleanse his mind of the foul images he was forced to think of. Your eyes track every movement he makes, softening at the sight of him being so genuinely upset about this. He wears his heart on his sleeve, he plasters it to his big forehead and when you're around, he forces it into your hands and you're not about to break it now.

A breathless giggle slips from your mouth, and you manoeuvre your body so your head lays atop his lap now. He's pouting, and he doesn't hesitate before running his fingers through your hair, combing through any tangles. It's his love language, you know that.

You try to say something, anything to salve over the sour expression on his face. But he must have had the wrong idea because before you start to run your mouth, Bakugou covers your mouth again, against your muffled protestations. He glares at you from above and leans down to talk.

"I'm serious, shut the fuck up, because it's not fuckin’ true. I don't give a fuck if the multiverse is infinite, there'll never be a universe that exists in which I wouldn't fuckin’ love you. Because if every choice I make leads to another verse then there's nothing I wouldn't fuckin’ do to make sure that in every single life I have, I'd end up with you."

Oh.

You feel silly now that he said that. The fact that you even considered such an outrageous idea was stupid. You forget who you're dealing with. You forget that there are two of you, and the universe is no match against the force that is Bakugou Katsuki. What he wants, he gets. And it's no secret that he really only ever wanted you.

"You said it yourself, it's infinite. So it's not implausible that there'd be multiple versions of myself tracking down every life where there wasn't an us. I'd still love you, always, even if I didn't know you yet, so I'll just have to get myself to find you in every single life. Everywhere, anywhere— I'll find you, I promise."

Oh.

"So, if God forbid, there was such a cruel universe that you and I never met, then I'd jump verses for us and make us meet. Simple as that. You need me to use bigger words to get it through your thick skull, huh? Me and you, we're- we're boundless, cosmic, never-ending. It was always meant to be, the two of us. So stop fuckin' crying already, the only thing that's actually infinite here, is you and I, alright?"

Your eyes glass over, and then it shatters but you're tearing up for completely different reasons now. Not unexpectedly, Bakugou's right. He always is, and that's not unusual. Not when he says things like that, not when he shuts down every doubt you ever had in your head with a few simple words.

Reaching up to slip a hand behind his hair, you cradle his head in your palm. Bakugou relaxes, lets his cheek press into your palm and watches the affection dance in the colour of your eyes. You press a kiss into his palm, the one covering your mouth still, and watch the tip of his ears blush. He removes his hand then, letting it rest on your stomach.

He's right, of course he is. You let the worthless thoughts of the possibility of him and you ever ceasing to exist pour out of your mind. The ever-consuming fondness, the warmth associated with Katsuki and the love you have for him— it all takes up more than enough space in your head and in your heart. It leaves no room for any uncertainty.

But you're just as hot-headed and stubborn as he is, and you refuse to let him have the last word. And so you let your teeth sink into your lip, biting back a wild grin, you pull him down quickly by his hair. Kissing Katsuki never gets old, you think. It's always the same warm pair of lips against yours; a familiar dance.

So you lose yourself in the moment— you let Katsuki kiss you all soft and slow and lasting. He licks into your mouth and it shouldn't be as sweet as it is but it feels like it anyway. Laughter bubbles out of you, unbidden but not unwanted, and he grins against your mouth.

The whole situation was ridiculous, how a simple question had spiralled into Bakugou confessing his quite literal undying love for you. It was both so in and out of character of him that you had to giggle. He wasn't fazed by your interruption, he smiled all the same against your mouth, kissing you despite your open mouth and laughter.

And later, when the sun recedes and the moonlight pours into your window, it'll be quiet in the room Bakugou sleeps in with you. The only noise coming from the creaky ceiling fan. His arm finds its place, as always, around your middle— holding you like a heartbeat (constant, everpresent).

In the solitude under your covers, you find yourself admiring a privilege you never really realised you had. Bakugou's fast asleep next to you, his blonde unruly hair fans out against his pillow not like a halo. He's not that graceful, but his usually scrunched-up face was now relaxed. His expression is void of anything tense, practically defenceless laying next to you.

You weren't lying when you said he wore his heart on his sleeve. He's harsh and intimidating to the public eye, but when it comes to you, all his walls go down. It's unnecessary to be so guarded with you, not when he trusts you with his life, though he won't say it (he doesn't need to).

It's inexplicable, the way you feel your chest clench looking at him. It's a privilege; to get to be loved by him and to love him in return. It's something you take for granted, and you won't say it out loud lest you upset him again, but you think of a different life in which you're not allowed to do this. A life where Katsuki wouldn't tenderly kiss you on a beaten-up couch, where he wouldn't tangle his legs in between yours and fall asleep next to you. It's pointless to think about. He said it himself, it'll never happen anyway.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you lean over him and press a soft, lingering kiss to his hair. Bakugou smiles, and you lean in closer to whisper very softly, so you won't wake him, "I promise, I'll find you as well. Anywhere, everywhere, in all my lives, okay?"

Katsuki has a sixth sense, a you-sense, and he's sound asleep but somehow he understood what you've just said. He tightens his arm around your waist unconsciously, and you feel relentlessly and irrevocably in love with him, even though it's been so long, the feeling never wavers or wanes. It stays buzzing in your veins, a constant ebbing flow.

You fall asleep quietly.

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crappymixtape · 5 months

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crappymixtape's holiday celebration

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ . A V E R Y M E R R Y M I X T A P E . ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

you've arrived on tumblr today to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you – all golds and reds and greens with a glittery bow on top – and when you open it up you find a mixtape. the writing on top loops and scrawls across the label, stickers of snoopy in a santa hat covering some of the letters, and when you pop it into the player you hear your favorite songs come to life.

it sounds like sitting by the fire with warm cup of hot cocoa, steve in the kitchen singing along with burl ives, silver and gold decorations, on every christmas tree – it sounds like eddie settled in next to you on the sofa, pressing kisses to your forehead and whispering in your ear, merry christmas, baby.

this is for you, my loves! a little celebration for us and our boys and this wonderful time of year. i'll be posting once a week – on fridays – throughout all of december with requests i've gotten and a few of my own ideas. you can find the playlist below!

THE PLAYLIST ( fic release dates noted below )

GOLD & GLITTER // 12.2 with steve for @superblysubpar 🎶 the nutcracker suite, tchaikovsky steve goes to the nutcracker ballet downtown every year, even has his own balcony seats – this year he brings you along as his date, but somehow you both miss the entire second act ( rich!steve harrington x reader • smut with a sprinkle of fluff ) BABY, ITS COLD OUTSIDE // 12.9 with steve for @sattlersquarry 🎶 baby it's cold outside, frank sinatra & dorothy kirsten it's been snowing all day, enough to snap the power lines and make the lights go out, and when steve comes over to build you a fire you can't think of a more perfect time to exchange gifts ( steve harrington x reader • pure fluff ) I WANT YOU THE MOST // 12.16 with steve for @palmtreesx3 🎶 rockin’ around the christmas tree, brenda lee steve's never been kissed under the mistletoe, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it memorable? ( established relationship, tiny bit of fluff, lots of snark, sprinkle of smut, steve x reader ) HOME TO ME // 12.23 with eddie from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas time ( don't let the bells end ), the darkness eddie has to work on christmas eve, so you climb into his bed and fall asleep, waiting for him until he gets home christmas morning to give him his present ( eddie munson x reader • fluff, smut, est. relationship ) CHRISTMAS MAKES ME CRY // 12.30 with steve from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas, leona naess you go home with steve over christmas to finally meet his family and when it doesn't go as planned he feels like he's ruined everything, but you're there for him when he needs it most ( modern!steve harrington x reader • angst, hurt / comfort a little fluff, est. relationship )

LOVES FOR MY FAVORITE WRITERS you babes mean THE WORLD to me, oh my god, thank you so much for being here and for nerding out about this shit as much as i do! omg and for the enabling LOL. go follow all of these handles right now! ( and if i forgot anyone, i'm sorry ily too! )

☀ @inkluvs ☀ @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat ☀ @carolmunson ☀ @abibliophobiaa ☀ @dukesmebby ☀ @finalgirleddiemunson ☀ @curseofaphrodite ☀ @softharrington ☀ @starrystevie ☀ @acourtofsnakes ☀ @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ☀ @a-dealwith-god ☀ @keeryshousee ☀ @lofaewrites ☀ @wroteclassicaly ☀ @katyswrites ☀ @schoopsahoy ☀ @andvys ☀ @chestylarouxx ☀ @supernovafics ☀ @superblysubpar ☀ @sswwmmpptthhnngg ☀ @harrywavycurly ☀ @thyme-in-a-bubble ☀ @lovebugism ☀ @sailor-steve-blog ☀ @sattlersquarry ☀ @plainemmanem ☀ @skullrock ☀

@curiositydooropened ☀ @luveline ☀ @stvharrngton ☀ @loveshotzz ☀ @forever-rogue ☀ @forevermoreharrington ☀ @livingintheupsidedown ☀ @annab-nana ☀ @familyvideostevie ☀ @theemporium ☀ @1986harrington ☀ @lucasnclair ☀ @roanniom ☀ @upsidedownwithsteve ☀ @stevebabey ☀ @starryeyedstories ☀ @kimmyiewrites ☀ @softharrington ☀ @hollandweather ☀ @palmtreesx3 ☀ @stevesbabysittingservice ☀ @princessdave ☀ @sweetsweetjellybean ☀ @fettuccin-e ☀ @usedtobecooler ☀ @aloneinthehellfire ☀ @poguemunson ☀ @myobmaya ☀ @reputationmunson ☀ @sincerelyyoursg ☀ @harringtons-cupid ☀ @spinmewriteround

AND HUGS TO YOU! YES, YOU! XOXO, 💿 KATE i absolutely cannot believe it's almost been a year since i've come back to this place and i have loved every single moment of it. making friends ( ily moots! ) seeing new faces ( nonnies you're my fav! ) and putting words to all of these characters we love so much. so just thank you, for everything, you're wonderful and i'm so glad you're here with me ♥️

✨ divider love to @saradika

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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Thursday Night

Pairing: Kirishima X F!Reader

Summary: Kirishima was working in a bar while he continues to go to school to get his master's degree, you happen to go into that bar for your 21st birthday and can't seem to get the redhead off your mind ever since.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs LEAVE. Alcohol. Swearing. Fucking in Public.

Contains: Story is set in an unnamed university town. Kiri is older by a couple years, Mutual pining. Porn with Plot. Consent. Unprotected Sex. Mentions of Birth Control. Oral (M&F Receiving), Hickies(M&F), Throat Fucking, Kinda get caught in the act. Reader gets picked up a few times. Nicknames: Baby, Babe, Baby Girl, Gorgeous, Cutie.

W/C: 7,768

A/N: I am so sorry this fic is so damn late for @myherokatsuki and their A Familiar Face collab. Please make sure to go check out the other fantastic pieces people have made! I was given College AU so I hope a bar in a college town is okay! A special thanks to @silverhairsimp for helping me work through this one! Ily, babes.

With a degree in psychology already under his belt, Kirishima certainly hadn’t planned to still be working at Fat’s Place. It wasn’t the fanciest bar or club around the busy university campus but, damn, did the place feel like home, and that wasn’t just because he was renting the flat above it.

Taishiro, or Fat as his players affectionately referred to him, was also the owner and namesake of the bar. When the coach learned Kirishima would be pursuing his master's degree and staying at the university, he also asked if he’d stay on as a barback while he continued his education. The redhead could have sought out a job in his field, which probably would’ve been better for him in the long run, but Kirishima truly loved working at Fat’s. Something about the people he’d meet made him want to stick around.

He was well into year number three at the bar, when he laid eyes on you for the very first time.

You walked through the door, laughing with a group of your friends, your arms linked between two of them, and you had a sash across your chest proudly displaying that it was your birthday, your 21st to be exact. But, they didn’t drag you up to the bar, instead, you all crammed into a booth, chatting among yourselves until a particular song called the lot of you out to the dance floor.

Because Fat’s Place wasn’t just a bar and that gave it a particular edge over the more upscale clubs in the area. It did have a bar, an extensive one that Kirishima was very proud of, but, there was also a dance floor, and a pool hall, plus plenty of booths where you could eat some pretty decent food at or just kill time with friends. It was because of these additional things that you didn’t need to be 21 to get into Fat’s and that meant Kirishima had lost count of the number of people who spent their final evening of being 20-years-old in this very place, just counting the seconds until they could order that first legal drink.

And, since he’d lost you in the crowd for a while, too busy making drinks and helping to run out orders of food, he figured you were one of these 20-year-olds. He didn’t think about you too much though, assuming he’d be seeing you around the bar in a couple of hours anyway. He had current patrons to give his attention. Smiling for them while pouring shots, gathering tips in the coffee tin when he paired a flirtatious wink with a tall glass of beer. There was a reason Fat asked him to stay on; he was good at what he did.

Reading people was a part of the job but Kirishima always saw it as more of a game. Tailoring the few minutes he shared with the people who wound up in front of him into moments that he hoped would brighten their nights. And, when the clock struck midnight, it was suddenly time to play that game with you.

Standing very alone at the end of the bar, you fiddled with your ID; a habit he’d noticed in people new to the legal drinking age. He gave a cursory look around and noticed a few of your friends dancing with new partners, some pressed together in a booth near the back. Everyone seemed to be paired off and that left you standing all by yourself at the end of the bar. It almost felt wrong to him, someone about to have their first drink with no one to share it with…

“Someone’s got a birthday, huh?”

“That’s what the sash says.” You smiled and looked down at the garment, “oh, and my ID.”

He took the piece of plastic from between your fingers and noted the date. You’d only been 21 for 4 minutes. When the green light flicked on after he scanned your card, he passed it back to you.

“Well, a very happy birthday… thought about what your first drink’s gonna be?”

You shook your head. “Not a clue,” a grin spread across his face. He liked people who came up to the bar with an open mind. Gave him more to work with.

“Alright then. What flavors do you like? Want somethin’ on tap? A shot? Want me to make somethin’ up?” He rattled off different options and watched as you chewed your inner cheek considering each of them.

“What would you make me?”

Damn, were you cute. “Gotta tell me what you’re in the mood for… wouldn’t wanna give you something strong and bitter if you’re feeling light and sugary.”

He let you have a minute to mull things over, making a few suggestions for you to consider, and once you gave him a lead, he started pulling a couple of bottles off the rack. He got a kick out of the way your eyes tracked his movements. Watched him with a little grin on your face when he shook the drink over his shoulder before pouring it over fresh ice.

“There ya go, give this a try,” He popped a lime green straw in it and slid it over, “If it’s not your thing, I’ll try again.” He knew finding a drink someone liked could be a process and he was always willing to work with a person until they found something they enjoyed. But, with you, it seemed he got it right the first time around.

“So good!” You praised and wrapped your lips around the brightly colored straw again. “What’s it called?”

“Uh…” He lifted the ball cap off his head and wiped his forehead trying to think up one on the spot. “It doesn’t really have one…” Eventually, he admitted honestly to you.

“Well, how am I supposed to order it again?”

He pulled a scrap bit of paper from under the register and a pen from behind his ear. “I’ll jot down what I put in it. But, if ya come back here, just find me and I’ll remember.”

“You will?” Those eyes of yours narrowed like you didn’t believe him. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You’re gonna remember some random girl's drink from a Thursday night?”

Kirishima slowly nodded his head, “yeah, yeah I’ll remember.” But you still looked unconvinced. “Guess you’ll just have to come back and test my memory sometime.”

That had you smiling for him, around the straw in your mouth. He was sure he wasn’t going to be forgetting anything about you anytime soon. “Alright. And how much do I owe you?”

He just shook his head. “Nothin’ at all. Happy birthday.”

Three weeks passed before you came back into Fat’s Place. Several hours earlier than you had on your birthday and just with your best friend suffering from a broken heart. You poured her into a booth and then wandered up to the bar, flashing a small smile at the familiar redhead.

“Hey there, Thursday Night.”

The tips of your ears heated up at the nickname. “You did remember.”

“Told ya I would.” He finished ringing an order in before giving you his full attention. “Want your drink again or in the mood for something new?”

Your drink. He remembered you and called it your drink and it made your heart skip a beat. A reaction you might have paid more attention to if it hadn’t been for your friend who’d spent the majority of her day already drinking. “Could I actually just get some water for now. And, like, a lot of fries.”

He followed your gaze. “Bad night?” He asked and scooped ice into two glasses.

“Somethin’ like that.” The rest of your friend group was supposed to meet here in a few hours. You just wanted to get some food in her before the drinking started up again.

You watched his strong arms go through the methodical motions that were probably muscle memory by now but there was something oddly calming about watching the way he worked. It had you so distracted you barely even registered him setting the glasses down in front of you. “Why dontcha go back with her. I can bring those fries out when they’re up.”

With both glasses of water in your hands, you thanked him before heading back to the booth. The redheaded bartender's kindness didn’t stop with the basket of fries though, it continued all through the night, right up to the moment you left. He’d made sure waters were always up for you the moment he saw you at the bar, even if you were ordering an actual drink, he made sure to have a water with it. And when it was two in the morning and you all were finally ready to call it a night, he made sure to call you all a cab to ensure you made it back to your dorms safe and sound.

The following morning, when you begrudgingly rolled out of your friend's bed, you decided you really should do something to show your gratitude. The few dollars you shoved in the tip tin throughout the night didn’t feel like enough.

So, you’d made the walk to your dorm, dug out some of the cash you had stashed away and stuck it in an envelope with a quickly scribbled note and then headed back for the bar.

It was closed… you should have figured as much since it was barely nine in the morning. You planned on just coming back in the evening but then caught sight of someone moving about inside.

You tapped on the glass door and caught the attention of the heavy-set blonde man, and were thankful that he didn’t just wave you off but rather came to the door anyway. “Ya know, I don’t usually serve mimosas here…” He joked with a friendly smile and you explained that you weren’t looking for a drink.

After learning that the man in front of you was in fact the owner of the bar, you handed the envelope out to him. “One of your bartenders was just really great to me and my friends last night, could you make sure he gets this?”

He looked down at the name you’d messily written across the envelope. “I– I’m sorry, I never caught his name–”

“That’s fine,” The blonde, Taishiro, chuckled, “I’ve only got one redheaded bartender. He actually lives in the flat just upstairs, I can go get him and you can give this to him yourself.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright! He’s probably sleepin’ anyway.” You started walking backward down the sidewalk, “Thank you, though!”

“His name’s Kirishima, by the way!” He called back after you, “Since apparently, he’s bad with introductions!”

Your head was buzzing the whole way back to your dorm. The redhead flicked in and out of your thoughts more than he probably should’ve since your first encounter with him on your birthday. You tried to ignore the way you always seemed to see him walking around the campus now and the way that the sight of him alone made your heart race.

It was your final year of school, you didn’t need a damn crush, you needed to focus on getting into the master’s program, and that was it.

Kirishima kept that little note you scribbled for him right on his dresser where he saw it every single day.

Thanks for taking care of us

- Thursday Night

He thought it was sweet you opted for the nickname he’d given you. He knew your name, remembered it from the first time you met and he read your ID. But, even without all that, Fat also described you perfectly when he gave him the envelope and Kiri did pay your party a lot of extra attention that night but, he never expected this kind of a reward for it. He didn’t expect any kind of reward at all! The cash was lovely, but, it was your thoughtful little note that he couldn’t stop reading, even after months had passed.

Each morning it made him grin and every night it filled his chest with warmth knowing he’d done something good.

He still had the piece of paper, and about a hundred different memories of small encounters with you tied to it now. Kirishima thought these might be the only moments he’d get with you since the school year was drawing to an end and you had graduation just around the corner, but then he overheard you talking about a master’s program you’d been accepted to at the university, the very same university he was still attending for his own.

You’d be staying.

To his surprise, and great delight, you’d even remained through the summer.

Three extra months to let his feelings bloom. Falling for a patron he saw a few times a month in the bar and a couple of additional encounters around campus.

Sure, he’d been seeing you all year! Running between buildings, or in the library late at night. But now that it was summer and there were far less people around, it was like he couldn’t step foot on campus without seeing you and it felt weird not acknowledging you.

He saw you chatting on the phone on a bench one day and gave you a friendly wave. Another time, coming out of the library holding a stack of books that you referred to as, just some light summer reading. When he noticed you studying at the library well into the evening on a hot July night, he even brought you an additional iced coffee. Of course, he barely said a word to you, not wanting to interrupt.

They were all little run-ins that made him wish he could try to pursue more with you but, he was damn sure you weren’t in the market for a relationship.

He’d lost count of the number of drinks he’d made per someone else’s request, watched as they approached you only to be shot down with your kind smile. But, knowing this fact also only made him more proud that you actually accepted the coffee from him that one night.

Most of those you did reject went away with sad eyes but a few stood their ground and tried to insist that you accept their oh, so generous offers. Katsuki or Taishiro were more than happy to show those people right out the door.

It was obvious you weren’t looking for anything, Kiri knew that, but, it didn’t stop his heart from damn near leaping out of his chest each time you walked into the bar, right up to the counter, and said your sweet hello to him.

He adored the couple of minutes he got your attention all to himself when he was making your drink, now officially known at the bar as the Thursday Night. He’d ask you what was new, how your week had gone, literally anything that came to mind for those short seconds he had with you and he cherished each of them.

It was a week before fall classes were due to start. The summer air gave way to a cool breeze in the late hours of the night. You’d walked home to your new apartment, having moved out of the dorms earlier in the summer, meaning you were now closer to the bar that had become a favorite hangout spot.

During the walk back home you welcomed the chill in the air, it was a nice change from the heat of the day and the warmth that clung around the bar. But, when you realized you’d have to go back out again, you groaned inwardly and pulled a hoodie over the sundress you’d had on.

It might have been an odd fashion choice in some people’s eyes but after two in the morning when you realized you forgot your wallet, you didn’t really give a shit about what you were wearing. The only thing you cared about was if someone would still be there to let you in and get it back.

It was a relief that the door was still propped open by a barstool, music flowing out, but when you walked in the place was practically empty, except for a certain redhead.

A redhead who you couldn’t deny you’d grown fond of over the many months. You couldn’t deny anymore that he was as easy on the eyes as he was to talk to. Always armed with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh whenever you needed one. He even offered to help you with a stack of library books once when your overzealous self checked out one too many. And the coffee he brought you out of the blue… he’d wiggled his way into your heart whether you wanted him to or not.

You’d told yourself you wouldn’t date in your senior year and you hadn’t. A couple of one-night-stands… sure, but Kirishima was too sweet a man to be relegated to a single night of fun so, you admired him from across the bar and campus for the entire last year, a year that had been over for a while now. You just had to figure out if you were going to keep up your dating freeze…

Kiri had a broom in hand, sweeping under the stools that he had propped up on the bartop, humming along to the song that was playing. “Excuse me,” You called, not wanting to startle him.

“Sorry, miss,” He began but then turned around, “Oh, hey!” He beamed over at you.

“I know you’re closed but I–”

“Forgot your wallet?” He chuckled and walked back behind the bar. “Knew it was yours. Found it tucked back behind one of the booths, must’ve fallen.”

He walked it over to you and handed it right over. “I didn’t look inside, but, ‘m not sure if someone got to it before me… do ya wanna take a look and make sure everything’s there?”

You did as he suggested, flipping through your cards and making sure your cash was accounted for. “Looks like you got to it in time. Thank you, Kirishima.”

The man grinned when you said his name. “‘S no problem at all.”

There was no reason for you to stay, you’d gotten what you came for, and yet, your feet were stuck to the spot. It didn’t help that Kiri was rooted too, just looking down at you with those kind eyes.

“Did you… need anything else?” You shook your head but still didn’t move and, apparently, something about that was funny, making him adjust his hat while he chuckled, “Well, I’m just cleaning up for the night but, if you wanna stick around, you’re welcome to.”

You took him up on the offer, and for the first time, actually had a conversation at length with the man.

The bar had been clean for well over an hour, leaving the two of you sitting on stools, your legs swinging between his. Topic after topic went by, effortlessly bouncing from one right into another and it was becoming apparent that your dating freeze was hitting a thaw.

You couldn’t believe the things you had in common, all the likes and interests you both shared and never talked about in all the time he’d been pouring you drinks.

Neither of you realized the hour it had gotten to. Kirishima was completely surprised when the door that led to his flat swung open and his silver-haired roommate came stepping out with a yawn.

“Holy shit, dude, you’re still up!”

“Uh, yeah, guess I am.”

And then a pair of silvery eyes landed on you, “Oh, and now I can see why.” You’d seen him in the bar before, usually glimpses since he was often in the kitchen, but, he’d been up with Kirishima a time or two.

“Y/N, this is Tetsu, he’s my roommate and a bit of an early bird.”

“I like to run when the campus isn’t crawling with people.” He shrugged and zipped up the jacket he was wearing, slapping Kirishima on the shoulder before heading to the door. “She’s real cute, but, ya gotta sleep sometime.”

“Wouldyougetoutofhere!”

Tetsu left with a laugh and, even though you were really tempted to keep talking to the redhead, you needed to be getting at least a couple hours of sleep with your program starting in just a couple of days.

“Could I walk you home?” Kiri quickly asked when you slid off the stool.

“Oh, you don’t have to, I don’t live far.”

“I know I don’t have to… but I’d like to.”

And so, the two of you walked side by side the seven blocks to your apartment. Standing, staring at one another again, neither wanting to leave until he couldn’t just look into your eyes anymore.

He took the hat off his head and set it backward on yours, “Hey,” you giggled, “What’re you doin’?”

“Have you ever tried kissing someone with a ballcap on?” He reached around and flicked the bill of it, “The bill can make things difficult.”

Kiss? He said kiss. Your brain hurried to process that word, the question, and the sentence that followed.

“A-are you saying you wanna kiss me?”

“I’ve wanted to for a while now, feels like forever kinda.” Kiri nodded his head, “May I?”

You stood on your tiptoes to give him his answer, slotting your lips right against his and moving them slow when his hand cupped your cheek.

When a dog walker cleared her throat in annoyance, Kiri didn’t even dare move away from you, not ready for the moment to end just yet. He wrapped his free hand behind your back and guided you closer to your door, out of the way of street traffic where the two of you could take your time.

When you dropped back onto flat feet, he chased you for a second longer, stealing another kiss before pulling back.

“Worth the wait?”

“Fuck yes.” He hummed into a last kiss with you before actually calling it a night. Leaving you standing on your porch with a torrent of butterflies in your stomach that seemed to have just been waiting for the freeze to end.

“W-wait! You forgot your hat!”

“Hold onto it f’me! Just give it back when I see ya again!”

He didn’t have to wait very long. Not at all. You were back in the bar by eight that night, carrying his hat in your hands and walking right up to the bar. You beckoned him to lean forward with just a single finger and he did so without even thinking, letting you put it back on his head. First with the bill facing forward but you spun it around before he was able to back away. “Wouldn’t wanna make kissing difficult.”

“Can’t have that.” You shared a grin before crashing back into each other.

From then on, it became a game for the two of you. In the weeks that followed, when neither of you were brave enough to define what you were to the other, you could at least admit when you wanted affection from him.

It was simple really, you’d find a way to grab his hat and flip it around. He’d spin around until he found you, pull you close, or push you up against the nearest solid surface, leaving you completely breathless, and then promptly returning to whatever he was doing prior. You got your kicks out of watching him search for you, and he was enamored with your awe-struck face each time he pulled away from you.

Of course, he couldn’t take things too far, or else he was going to be popping boners at work and that didn’t sound like a good idea. Sure, Tetsu and his girlfriend, Itsuka, snuck off to the supply room a time or two but you and him weren’t there yet, not even close to it to both your dismay. Between classes and work, you were barely even able to come in to see him, and he hadn’t been able to take you out on a proper date like he desperately wanted.

That was why he’d been so excited when he heard your sweet voice calling to him on a Saturday night. He was stuck in the parking lot of the biggest football game of the season, running their little beer stand out of the back of his truck to bring in some extra cash for the bar. Two years ago, this had been his idea; sell the beer cheaper before the game. Hell, he even had people coming out during the game to buy it from them! But this year, fuck, he hated it.

He wanted to be with you, but you weren’t even planning on going to the game! With your first exam on Monday, he understood why but, he still missed you. So much so that when he heard an all too familiar, “Excuse me,” He almost didn’t believe it.

But, there you were, standing with a smile on your face and a cooler in your hands, and a blanket draped over your arm. “I’m afraid I don’t have your wallet this time.” He joked when he hopped down from the tailgate of his trunk and pressed his lips right against yours. He brushed your hair back, “Whatcha doin’ here, gorgeous?”

“My brain hurt… I needed a break, so, I thought I’d make you some dinner and join you.”

“You’re absolutely adorable.” He beamed and set the cooler down on the tailgate and then climbed back up in the bed, quickly pulling you up with him.

“By make,” you clarified when he opened the lid, “I mean I grabbed some bread, a few different lunchmeats, and cheeses…” he continued to pull out the sandwich supplies as you went over the things you brought.

With everything laid out on the blanket, he leaned over and kissed your temple. “It’s great, babe.” And he genuinely meant it, honored that you’d go through all this trouble for him.

Luckily, you both made it through sandwiches and half a bag of chips before the halftime crowd started pouring out. He brushed off his hands and kissed you quickly. “This shouldn’t take too long, be back in a couple minutes.”

Except Kirishima was quickly eating his words. He hasn’t expected a crowd this large to crowd around the small beer stand. Even on the biggest game of last year, there weren’t half as many people!

He worked as fast as he could, exchanging cash for cups, quickly glancing at the colorful bands on wrists that indicated age, but he couldn’t work fast enough.

“Hey,” he had even notice you leave his truck but suddenly your small hand was on his shoulder, making him stop for just a second, “I’ll get the drinks, you worry about the cash. ‘Kay?”

“Y–you totally don’t have to do that…” You didn’t sign up for this madness, you shouldn’t have to do a single thing right now!

But, all you did was smile up at him, “I know, but I wanna help.”

Damn, you really were incredible.

Together you worked through the crowd of people and about twenty minutes later, all were taken care of and nearly all the kegs had been empty.

“Don’t think I’m gonna make it ‘til the end of the game,” he noted and kicked one of the remaining kegs with the toe of his shoe.

And, he’d been right, not even halfway through the third quarter and the last drop was sold. Some part of him couldn’t believe it. He’d never sold out. Not completely. But, the bursting cash box and empty kegs couldn’t be denied.

There wasn’t much sense hanging around in the parking lot once everything was loaded back up in his truck.

You were leaning right against the passenger door when he slammed the tailgate shut, lifting his hat to wipe sweat off his brow as he walked around to you. “We can catch the rest of the game if you’d like… or I can take ya home if you wanna keep studying.”

“I think I’m all studied out for the night, but what if I don’t really wanna watch the game either?”

A smirk spread across his lips because he was getting familiar with that little glint in your eye.

“And what would you like to do instead?” He refused to get too hopeful, that is, until you pulled him down and pressed your lips right against his.

“Just wanna spend some time with you.” Your lips moved slowly against his when you spoke.

He eased you to the side so he could reach the door handle behind you. Kiri kept on kissing you while his hands ventured down to your waist, lifting you easily right up into his passenger seat. “Buckle up, babe. I’ve gotta couple ideas of how we can spend our time.”

When you decided not to buckle into the passenger side but rather went for the middle seat right beside him, that was when he decided to take the long way back to the bar.

Everyone in the little town was still at the game, that was why Kiri sat at the light for three cycles with his hands caught up in your hair and his tongue dancing with yours. The light switched to yellow when his lips moved along your jaw. “Wanna take you out,” he nipped at your ear.

“We can go out whenever, Eijiro…” Gods, hearing you say his name was so addicting, “just, not tonight, okay? Just want you tonight.”

He’d made it to your collarbone when the light was casting a red glow over you both. “Just us t’night. You got it.” And then it changed again to green.

You were bringing his lips back to yours when a car horn blared behind you causing laughter to flood his cab and pour out the open windows.

It happened three more times before you’d made it back to the bar. Make outs at every red light, and in between them your hand was on his thigh, soft lips kissing and sucking at his neck making his jeans unbelievably tight.

“Just gotta, fuck—“ He was panting against your lips when you finally got back, parked near the kitchen entrance, “get everythin’ inside, then ‘m all yours, darling. Promise.”

While you went into the bar to wait, Kiri had never unloaded his truck faster in his entire life. Piling the empty kegs just inside the door, nearly forgetting the cash box inside his truck, all in a hurry to get back to you as quickly as he could.

He found you just on the other side of the bar waiting for him, “C’mere.” He groaned and pulled you flush against him, trapping you between the counter and his body.

His hands couldn’t stop moving. Wanting, needing, to feel every part of you that you’d allow. Sighing when you let him palm your breasts and moaning when he couldn’t help but rut against you. But, what really did him in was watching you sink to your knees in front of him. Not breaking eye contact until you had his belt undone and pants loose around his hips.

He was so proud of the way you gawked at just the outline of him clearly displayed in his boxers. Precum already darkened a patch of the fabric.

You were biting down on your lower lip when he pulled his boxers down for you. But the moment he had his hand around his shaft, you already had those perfect lips parted, and he could’ve cum on the spot from the sight alone.

“What a good girl,” He purred and set the tip on your tongue, letting you taste the arousal that had formed. “Been wantin’ this, have ya?” Your lips closed around him with a hum and he smiled, brushing back your hair.

Your small hand replaced his, working his length with your fist while you took more and more of him in your mouth. He rested his hands on the bar top above you for balance, easing his hips forward, and stopping the moment you gag with a little,”’m sorry.”

You were quick to start again though, try to get him past that deliciously tight bend of your throat and, fuck, did he want that. Wanted to see your cute nose nestled against the neatly trimmed dark hair at his base.

It took a few minutes and a couple tries, he even stopped at a point to make sure you want to continue when he saw tears prick your eyes but you just put your mouth right back on him, and damn if he wasn’t in love. It was too soon to say that though, right? Corny to first say it in the middle of sex… he vaguely recalled Katsuki saying something like that once, so he settled for, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He moved a hand to your hair, helping you move right along his cock, holding himself deep in your throat. “Never had anyone take me this well,” And he meant it. He really was stunned at the way you opened up for him.

“Damn, babe, ‘m feelin’ close…” you could tell by the way his hand curled into a fist, pulling lightly at your roots. “Want my cum down your throat? Can you swallow it all up, pretty girl?”

His cock twitched when you enthusiastically nod your head and he nearly busts right then but he takes a slow breath, watching your stunning eyes and hearing the way your nails claw at his jean-covered thighs. “Little more, baby, just a litt—“

He stopped talking instantly, thinking he heard something in the kitchen. His hips froze, the tip of his cock deep down your throat while he listened and you remained perfectly still below him.

“Ei! You lazy shit! Couldn’t move these away from the fuckin’ door!”

“Shit!” Kiri hissed and you could both hear Tetsu kicking one of the metal kegs out of his way. There was just enough time for him to pull out of your mouth and slip his cock back into his boxers before the kitchen door swung open and his roommate walked through.

“Really?” Tetsu barked the moment he saw him. Kiri was sure he was covered, leaning enough that his friend couldn’t see his belt hanging loose or the fact his pants were wide open… never mind that he had you with swollen lips and watery eyes just under him.

“Hey, man, thought you were going to that after-party.”

Tetsu’s brows furrowed at his friend's demeanor, and Kiri’s heart raced faster, “I was— I am. Itsuka and I both are but,” he started to walk to the side of the bar and for a moment Kiri genuinely feared he was about to come around it but he stopped just short.

“She forgot her jacket earlier and asked me to grab it.” He pulled it from below the counter. “I— uh, think I’m just gonna stay at her place tonight…” He started to walk back towards the kitchen, “give you and Y/N the apartment for the night. Sorry I interrupted, by the way!”

“HOW’D YOU?!”

He chuckled and pushed the door back open but pointed just behind Kiri. “Mirror on the back wall. Nice shark boxers, by the way! See ya later, you two!”

Kiri let his head fall to the bar top, cheeks tinged pink with a bit of embarrassment as he gave you a heartfelt apology. “Guess I was a little eager and forgot he’s got a key.” But, he knew there shouldn’t have any more interruptions.

Only five people held keys to the bar, he and Tetsu were two of them. Fat being the owner obviously had one but he’d be taking his toddler twins home from the game right now. Mina took off on vacation yesterday and Katsuki was probably already in bed.

You stood up between his arms. “He didn’t kill the mood though, did he?” You asked and he could see the hesitation in your eyes, worried that he might wanna call it here, but, absolutely nothing had been ruined in Kiri’s mind.

“Oh, hell no,” He smirked and bent to grab you and set you on the edge of the bar, “Didn’t kill a damn thing.”

Kiri hurried to return the generosity you’d given him just minutes before as soon as he was sure you were alone again. He helped ease you out of your jeans and panties, haphazardly folding them before setting them on a stool rather than just throwing them on the bar floor. He lowered himself, kissing your thighs before he set each of them over his broad shoulders, and then ate like a man starved.

“Fuck, Eiji,” He wasn’t shy about it like some other people you’d been with. No, he was determined, searching for the perfect roll of his tongue that made you cry out his name, figuring out what he could do to make your eyes roll back. He watched, he paid attention, and it showed.

Before he’d even began, he flipped that hat around so the bill of it wasn’t poking at your tummy but, you knocked it right off his head when he found that perfect spot. Your fingers curled in his hair trying so hard to keep him in place even as your legs started to tremble.

You whined when he pressed a finger into your sensitive hole, still fluttering from your high. “I know,” he murmured close to your ear, “we can stop if ya like, just say the word.”

You knew he would too. He hadn’t rushed a single thing with you, hell, you two had barely gone beyond making out before tonight. You just wanted that to change. He was going to be a gentleman, do everything by the book unless you threw that book right out the window.

You wanted more from him tonight. Wanted it for quite a while now.

“Don’t stop,” you panted, with his finger knuckle deep, “Please, don’t stop.”

You saw him smirk before he dipped his head to kiss along your neck, nipping at the skin when he started to pump the single digit in and out of you.

“Wan’nother, Eiji, please.” And he gave it to you without even lifting his head, too busy sucking a pretty purple mark just below your neckline and lazily stroking his length with his free hand.

He was trying to split you open but it wasn’t enough. He was doing his best to prep you and, after having his cock stuffed down your throat, you were thankful for it, but you still wanted more. Rocking your hips slightly, fucking his fingers deeper into your cunt made him pull off your neck, “Feelin’ a little needy, baby?” It was more than a little but you nodded your head. “Awe, think you can take me, yet? Wouldn’t wanna hurt’cha.”

He slipped in a third for good measure when you opened your mouth to answer, causing a moan to spill out before any words could. “Y–yeah, Ei, I can. Wan it.”

“Oh yeah? How bad?”

You saw his cock twitch when you whined in desperation. “Really, really bad! Please, need to feel you inside of me.”

“It’s a need now?” He chuckled, curling his fingers a final time inside of you before pulling them out. “Guess you just gotta tell me if you want it right here or if you want me to take you up to bed first?”

“Here!” Rolling your hips, feeling his tip that he laid between your folds. “Don’t wanna wait.”

“But, it’s just up those stairs,” He teased you mercilessly, finally catching on your dripping hole, “it’d only take a minute, cutie.”

Your eyes screwed shut, feeling like you might combust, “Minute’s too long,” Ankles locked around him, pulling yourself forward so his fat tip popped right inside with a wanton moan from the both of you.

He let your walls clamp down on him a couple of times, adjusting to him while he peppered kisses over your jaw and started pressing forward when your ankles pushed into his back again. He’d stop when your breath would hitch, giving you a moment before continuing, eventually burying all his inches inside you.

“Lemme know when I can move, alright?” He kissed your lips slow for your sake and his own, not wanting this to end too soon.

When you gave him the go-ahead, he still wasn’t in any hurry. Retracting his hips barely any before rutting shallowly back into you, keeping you close to him. His forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling together in little huffed-out pants. He hit all the right places after a couple minutes of shifting his hips and listening to your quiet instruction and it had you seeing stars.

Your fingers clung to the back of his cotton shirt, leaving a mark of your own on his skin except you weren’t thinking about him hiding it. Just hanging on while he chased his high, not wanting to topple over the edge again, not without him.

“In–inside? Baby, can I?”

“Yeah,”

“Birth control?”

“Mmhm!”

“Thank fuck–!” He groaned and picked up his pace and your back arched against the bar as he reached a new angle.

He wrapped an arm behind you, keeping you elevated and hitting your clit with each thrust. Your eyes screwed shut, that cord fraying. “That’s it, cutie, give it t’me.” His grip tightened, the closer you got to the edge, pulling you onto him just as much as he was fucking in.

“Know ya wanna.” He egged you on, “Can feel your needy little cunt squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice was low in your ear again, “Cum on my cock, baby girl, just f’me.”

That fraying cord snapped, unraveled and you came undone right before his eyes. “That’s my girl.” He chuckled at your wide eyes and unhinged jaw and fucked you right through your orgasm.

But, your spasming tight walls made it impossible for him to last much longer, too far gone from the head you’d given him, and he was painting your walls white before he knew it. Hips stuttering before he imbedded himself deep one more time and remained there while your cunt milked him.

He pulled you off the bar and easily into his arms while he took a seat on one of the stools, settling you nicely in his lap with his cock still stuffed inside so you both could rest easily. He brushed back some of your hair that was clinging to your forehead and kissed both your cheeks. “Feelin’ alright, cutie? Anything you need?”

You shook your head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “Just you.”

His chest rumbled with a breathy laugh. “You’ve got me, babe, promise.”

“Think I could stay the night?”

He leaned his head back to look at you. “Of course, you can! My girl’s welcome over whenever she wants!”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Your girl?”

Kiri shrugged his arms around you. “I wanted to like, officially ask you to be my girlfriend when I took you out on a proper first date, but,”

“School…”

“And work.” He added with a groan, “We can still wait until we can do that if you’d like.”

“No!” You both started to laugh at your hurried answer. “I–I just mean, I don’t really see the point in holding off. I like you, Eiji, a whole lot,” And you could see your affection returned in his own loving gaze, “And I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

He kissed you soundly, his thumb caressing your jaw before both his hands settled behind your knees and he stood. “C’mon.” He grabs your folded clothes and his pants from off the floor while you hang onto him. “‘M feelin’ like a late-night snack.”

“Me?” You tease with a giggle as he heads for the door upstairs, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“First of all,” You open the door for him, “You are a gods damn meal, not just a snack.” And then he’s digging out the apartment key from his pants pocket. “More specifically,” He finally gets his door open and brings you inside. “Dessert. The best part of any damn meal. My favorite.”

You rolled your eyes while he playfully munched on your neck. “Alright! Alright!” And wiggled out of his arms laughing, “Let’s get you some food before you actually eat me!”

Snacks littered his coffee table, half of them forgotten as you got lost in each other again and again with his television playing some midnight special that neither of you gave a damn about. Far too concerned with each other than anything else in the entire world.

Kiri awoke on his sofa with the tv still on and you laying atop his bare chest. There was another knock at his door, the cause of him suddenly arising. He eased you off him and covered you up better with the blanket since you were only in his t-shirt before hurrying over to the door.

“Morning, Coach,” He tried to block the doorway but knew Taishiro could easily see overtop his head, “I’m real sorry about those kegs, I’ll get ‘em put away real soon–”

“‘S fine, Ei, take your time.” From behind his back, he pulled Kiri’s hat that you’d knocked off his head last night. “Found this on the floor and got a little worried. Almost never see ya without the thing and then the kegs… I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh!” He’d completely forgotten to grab it with the rest of your clothes. “Yeah, yeah, we’re– I mean, I’m totally fine.”

“We?” His former coach smiled and his eyes flicked to your sleeping form quickly and then he noticed all the little marks you’d left across Kiri’s skin, “Ah, well, ‘s about time.” He took a step back to head down to the bar, “Take the night off. Take her on that date finally.”

“Yes, sir!” Kiri grinned, and his brain instantly started sifting through a million different places he wanted to take you, trying to settle on the best ones to make a truly perfect first date.

“Everything okay?” He turned when he heard your sleep-laced voice, saw your pretty eyes blinking open, looking right at him and all his plans were put on pause to commit this moment to memory instead.

Planning a perfect first date could wait because this morning with you it was already, “Perfect.”

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