#why do they make the kissy face emoji at me

[doyoubelieveinmonsters]

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#oh my god i have a tinder date for the first time ever in my life i'm gonna throw up #why do they make the kissy face emoji at me #any advice????? please help

[tyuninthemirror]

— beside you: c.bg

— pairing: idol bf!beomgyu x fem!reader — genre: slight angst, fluff — word count: 2082 — disclaimers: none — synopsis: being on tour, all beomgyu wanted was to be beside you. he did all he could to make time pass, but did he ever consider how you felt? — series masterlist

— author's note: honestly, this wasn't my best work but i felt like i needed to get this out to get the series going. :( hope you still enjoy it though! ♥ (edited 6/30/23), (re-edited 12/31/23)

You checked your phone yet again that evening, a sigh escaping your lips – one of many that night. Your message had been sent at noon, delivered by 2 pm, but it remained unread.

The official TXT Twitter had confirmed they'd wrapped up their show in Houston, and as midnight ticked closer, you couldn't help but wonder why Beomgyu hadn't replied yet. You let out a self-deprecating chuckle, the sting of unshed tears blurring your vision as you stared at your phone screen.

You and Beomgyu hadn't been going out for long. You two met months ago since you worked at the game store he often frequented, but you only officially got together right before he went on tour. You knew dating an idol would be hard, but you couldn't ignore your feelings for him.

You supported everything he did and were ecstatic to hear he was going on tour. Everything went well in the beginning, Beomgyu messaged you when he woke up and sent photos of everything he ate, but stopped a few days ago when they arrived in New York. Sure, you understood the time difference and their busy schedules, but it suddenly took him over a day to reply, even if he was actively responding on Weverse.

"'Message me whenever,' my ass," you snickered, repeating the words he told you as they were leaving Seoul to start their world tour. You wiped your tears away, switched your phone off, and headed to bed, a thousand scenarios rushing through your head.

"Are we leaving yet?" Beomgyu groaned in the van, checking the time. "C'mon, let's get going, people!"

"Jesus Christ, what's the rush?" Yeonjun snapped, glaring at the younger boy from the front.

"He's just anxious to finish everything and return home," Soobin chuckled. "Y/N is waiting for him and all."

Kai snickered, nudging Soobin playfully. "I'll bet he's been bombarding her with those cheesy kissy emojis."

"Of course, he has! Have you seen all the stuff he bought her? I bet he's sent a billion photos to show off," Yeonjun joined with a mischievous smirk as he faced Beomgyu. He didn't expect the silence that followed. No snide remarks, no banter, just silence as Beomgyu started at the phone in his hand.

"Uhh, are you ok, Beomgyu?" Soobin asked after a brief pause.

"Am I supposed to be doing that?" Beomgyu asked, looking up at the boys who stared right back at him.

"You mean the texts?" Taehyun asked in return, confused at why the atmosphere had gotten serious. Instead of a goofy 'gotcha!' or joke, the older boy just nodded.

"Well, don't you want to show her everything you're experiencing abroad?" Yeonjun questioned. He always sees Beomgyu on his phone and assumes he is texting you. "Don't tell me you haven't been texting her?"

Before Beomgyu could respond, their manager gets into the front seat announcing their schedule for the day. Soobin and Yeonjun looked at each other, a bit worried at how Beomgyu had reacted earlier.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Soobin asked as they returned to their shared hotel room, Yeonjun following behind them. Though Beomgyu seemed normal throughout their schedule, something felt off. The older boys noticed how Beomgyu stared at his phone throughout the day.

"Yeah," Beomgyu answered, smiling a little bit. "I couldn't understand some of the questions during the interview earlier, but I think my English is improving!"

Yeonjun wasn't convinced. "We're not talking about the interview. You've seemed… off."

"What do you mean?"

"The conversation this morning seems to have bothered you," Soobin explained. "So we just wanted to make sure you're ok."

"Yeah, I'm ok, but I do miss Y/N a lot," Beomgyu chuckled, his voice cracking a little as he finished his sentence. Yeonjun was about to tease him about it, but he held it back when he saw Beomgyu's eyes glaze over.

"It can't be that bad," Yeonjun comforted. "Don't you guys call each other at night? It's not like you can't see each other."

"I haven't called Y/N in a while," Beomgyu admitted. That's when it clicked in Soobin's mind. He had been sharing the room with Beomgyu through their tour, but he had yet to see him on the phone with you since the New York stop.

"Did you guys break up?" Soobin cautiously asked. But it didn't make sense to him because he had just seen Beomgyu buy you a new pair of earrings when they were out yesterday.

"No! Of course not!" Beomgyu exclaimed, jumping up from where he was sitting on the bed, panic evident in his voice. "What made you say that?"

"Listen," Yeonjun sighed, pushing Beomgyu to sit back down on the bed. "If you don't tell us what's going on, we can't help you."

Beomgyu stared at the two boys standing in front of him, contemplating whether or not he should tell them. After a minute or two, he sighs in defeat and opens his messages with you.

y/n ♥ - 7/17/2022 - 22:00 i just had lunch~ did anything interesting happen in houston? miss you lots, hope today's show went great! x

"Choi Beomgyu, these are from last night," Yeonjun's rebuke was stern as he held the phone. Soobin's brows furrowed as he read more of your one-sided conversation.

y/n ♥ - 7/14/2022 - 10:00 it's midnight here now, i hope i'm not texting at a bad time. :)

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 13:00 it's 1pm there, you must be busy preparing for tonight's show. break a leg! i'm heading to bed since i have an exam in the morning. i miss you. xx

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 17:00 good morning from my side of the world! don't forget to take the probiotics i packed for you!

me - 7/15/2022 - 22:00 hey, y/n! hope your exam went well! the last few shows went great. we'll be heading to houston soon.

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 22:10 it did! the professor was nice enough to give us extra point but i think i barely passed. :))

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 23:30 you must be asleep, sleep well! xx

y/n ♥ - 7/16/2022 - 07:00 sorry for texting this early in the morning, but i just wanted to say good night. i miss you. x

"Did you really only reply once out of all these messages?" Yeonjun's disbelief was evident. "Honestly, I'm surprised she's still waiting around."

"So much for missing Y/N," Soobin commented, handing the phone back with disappointment. "How could you leave her hanging like this?"

"I do miss her," Beomgyu's words were muffled by the mattress. "But every time we talked, I just… missed her more. I thought if I messaged her less, time would fly by, and the tour would end sooner."

Yeonjun shook his head, sitting beside Beomgyu. "That's selfish, man. You're not the only one in this relationship. Y/N understood what dating an idol entails, and she signed up for it."

Soobin chimed in, "She knew about the distance, the crazy schedules, the secrecy. She was prepared to deal with all that."

"Maintaining a relationship takes effort, especially in our line of work," Yeonjun added. "You need to balance your career and your personal life. And you can't just wish the tour away."

Silence hung heavy as Beomgyu processed their words. Eventually, he nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry for worrying you guys."

"We're not the ones you should be apologizing to," Yeonjun pointed at the phone.

As if on cue, your message popped up, and Beomgyu's face lit up, only for his expression to fall as he read it.

y/n ♥ - 7/18/2022 - 19:00 beomgyu, i think we need to talk.

"You dumbass," Yeonjun facepalmed.

"Talk to her. Just be honest," Soobin advised, allowing Yeonjun to cool down for a second. "I'm sure you can fix this."

"You better! How many times we've stuck our asses out to cover for you when you snuck out to meet Y/N! Don't let it go in vain!" Yeonjun scolded, raising his voice.

After asking Soobin and Yeonjun for some privacy and replying to your message with a 'call you in 5 minutes', Beomgyu spent the next few minutes scattering his brain, thinking of an excuse for his stupid behavior.

"Hey," Beomgyu's voice was soft as he greeted you, a tentative smile on his face.

"Hey," you returned the greeting, managing a smile despite the whirlwind of nerves inside you. You had braced yourself for a conversation that might end everything, especially after the silence on his end.

"Gyu, I just—" you started.

"I'm sorry—" he blurted out at the same time, and you both paused, a brief moment of laughter breaking the tension.

"Sorry, go ahead," you urged, your heart pounding against your ribs.

Beomgyu took a moment, his eyes cast downward. "I owe you an apology for the way I've been lately," he confessed, visibly uneasy. "I’ve been delaying my replies to your messages on purpose… I thought if I didn’t read them right away, time would pass faster and I'd be back with you sooner."

Your mind went blank, his words not quite computing.

"Y/N?" His voice pulled you back.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?" You blinked away your confusion.

Beomgyu repeated his apology, his half-smile tinged with regret. "I've been missing you so much, I thought I could make the tour go by faster. I never meant to ignore you or make you feel unimportant."

"I was so scared, I thought it was about me," you admitted, tears well up in your eyes as he expresses his feelings. The anxiousness you felt the last few days dissolved into nothing.

"No, Y/N," Beomgyu denied in a panic. "I handled it all wrong, I thought you would be lonely there while I was out here."

"Dummy, I'm so happy you're out there seeing the world. You've wanted this for so long," you tell him. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off as clingy. I just wanted to make sure you're taking care of yourself. You should enjoy being on the road as much as you can."

"Baby, sorry should be the last thing you say," Beomgyu sadly shakes his head. "I promise I'll communicate better from now on."

"Thank you, Beomgyu," you said, feeling a wave of warmth at his words.

"So, to more important things," Beomgyu exclaims, setting his phone down on the table and standing up from where he sat to riffle through his luggage. "Look what I got us! Matching beanies!!!"

You two talk for the next few hours until Yeonjun begs him to go to sleep.

"Good night, Y/N," Beomgyu smiled, looking at your face through the screen as you lay in bed. "I'll let you know when I finish my schedule tomorrow. I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't exchanged those words before the tour, and hearing them now felt monumental.

"I love you too, Gyu," you responded, your voice a whisper.

From off-screen, Yeonjun's voice chimed in, half teasing, half pleading, "Great, lovebirds. Now can we please sleep?"

With a shared chuckle, you both said your goodbyes, closing the call with reluctant smiles.

The screen went dark, and the quiet of your room enveloped you. Beomgyu's words echoed in your heart, a soothing balm to the ache of the past few days. Despite the distance, you felt closer to him than ever, knowing that love could bridge the gap between continents.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a contented sigh. The weight of his worry had lifted, replaced by a promise to do better, to be the partner you deserved, even from halfway across the world.

There was a soft knock at his door, and Soobin peeked in, a knowing smile on his face. "All good?" he whispered.

Beomgyu nodded, his smile a mirror of Soobin's. "Yeah, all good. Thanks, hyung."

Yeonjun's voice floated in from the hallway, teasing but warm, "Now get some sleep, Romeo. We've got another big day tomorrow."

The room settled into silence as Beomgyu drifted off to sleep, a single thought comforting him into dreams: 'I love you too, Y/N.' It was a simple phrase, yet it held the power of his entire world.

And so, the night passed, with both you and Beomgyu holding onto the love that had been reaffirmed, a love that would continue to grow with each passing day, no matter the distance, even if you weren't beside each other.

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[theclairvoyage]

Centrifugation: Chapter 4

Series Masterlist

Your first date with Joel is here… along with a few other firsts.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT we’re finally heeeere y’all!! Enjoy :*  Unprotected p in v (not gonna bother telling y’all not to do this – you’re gonna do it anyway.  Be smart!), praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, a microscopic hint of overstimulation, aftercare, FLUFF, poor attempt at describing wine flavors, mentions of Alzheimer’s.

WC: 6k

Banner courtesy of the lovely @cafekitsune <3

Monday, October 18th | 0830

You wake to find that it’s still raining.  You went to bed earlier than usual last night, tired from your errands and your much-needed orgasm.  Unfortunately, it did nothing to satiate you.  Your mind was running amok, the anticipation of this evening was making everything worse.  Sighing, you roll over and grab your phone to check your notifications.  One from your mom and one from Joel.  Mom never texts me, you think.  You decide to deal with the bad news first.

Mom: Hey.  Call me when you have a chance.  Need to talk to you. 

Rolling your eyes, you don’t respond.  She probably wants to know if you’ve been to church and why you haven’t come to see her in x number of months.  You scroll down from the top to click on Joel’s message.

Joel: Morning.  Can’t wait to see you later today.

Your chest flutters as you type a response.

You: Same here.  Hopefully the rain stops soon.

Joel: Sounds like it’s going to keep on until later this week.  Do you have an umbrella?

You: I don’t think so, actually.  I’m not a very good Nebraskan

Joel: I have a few, I’ll make sure there’s some in my truck when I come get you.

You: Thank you. *kissy face emoji*

Joel: Need more of those.

You: Real kisses or emoji kisses?

Joel: All of it.

You finally get out of bed, make your coffee, put on a fresh face, and head to the gym.  You figure exercising will calm the nerves.  After a tough session on the stair stepper, you stop to get some last-minute things at the grocery store and head back home, eager to finish the rest of the day and see Joel.

Monday, October 18th | 1745

Glancing one last time in the mirror, you give yourself a mental thumbs up.  Your dress is hugging everything just right, and your makeup looks flawless.  You must admit, you look fucking good.  You can only imagine what Joel looks like.  Slicked back hair, or tousled curls?  Slacks and a button up?  Either way, he’s going to look mouthwatering.  You throw some fresh panties, a toothbrush, and some day-after clothes in your purse, just in case.

Your fantasy is interrupted by a knock at the door.  Your eyes widen and you look in the mirror one more time just to make sure all your bases are covered.  You open the door and see Joel standing there, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him.

“Evening, sweetheart.  You look—,” he abruptly stops, sucking in a sharp breath and taking you in.  He breathes your name quietly, as if all the air in his lungs has been snatched out of them.  He looks at you like you’re the end-all-be-all.  Awe and desire shimmer in his eyes as they flick up and down your figure.  You’re doing the same.  He’s got navy slacks on, brown leather shoes, and a white button up underneath a matching navy blazer.  No tie.  His top two buttons are undone, revealing tanned skin on his broad chest that you want to touch so badly.  His hair is slicked a bit at the sides, leaving a few dark tendrils from the top that reach down and kiss his forehead.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he croons, putting his umbrella down and taking your hands in his as he enters your apartment.

“You are, too,” you say, pulling him closer and wrapping your hands around his forearms as he moves his hands to hold your waist.  He stares at your face for a while, his expression mirroring that of the night at the bar, right before he kissed you.  He leans in and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.  You turn your head slightly and catch his lips in a soft kiss.

“Nothing I imagined even came close to this,” he says as he pulls away.  You smile, your cheeks warming at his words.  Once again, your stomach ruins the moment with a loud gargle.  Joel laughs softly.  “Guess we should get goin’, then?”  You nod, clutching your stomach in embarrassment.  You put on your fuzzy sweater and grab your purse.  Joel leads you out of your apartment with one hand on your lower back, umbrella ready to go in the other.

When you both step out of the building, it’s pouring.  Joel opens the umbrella, and you scan the lot for his truck.  He points to a spot adjacent to the door, maybe 10 steps away.  Sighing with relief, you let him guide you to the passenger door.  He opens it for you, moving his hand from your back to your hand to give you a boost.  No guy has been so chivalrous to you – at least, not without expecting something physical in return.  You don’t think Joel is that way – but you want to make him feel good.

He turns the truck on and backs out, leaning on the center console with his right elbow.  He smells different than he did at the bar – less whiskey and spice, woodier with a glint of citrus.  You turn in your seat to admire him as he drives.  The curve of his nose, thick curls dipping down his brow, freshly trimmed black-and-white beard, thick and veiny neck.  His shirt exposes the perfect amount of his neck and chest, the sun-kissed rods of his collarbone peeking, no hair to be seen.  You can’t really see him as the type to get waxed – must be natural or rubbed away by the friction of wearing his thick flannel shirts for years on end.  He notices you ogling him, and the right side of his face curls up in a smirk.

“You alright over there, darlin’?” He cranes his neck your way, moving his hand to rest on the skin above your knee.  You relish the warmth of it.

“You clean up nicely, Miller.  And you smell good.”

“You should see yourself.  God damn,” he says with a squeeze on your knee.  It sends white-hot electricity bolting up your leg to your core.  He turns to look at you, his gaze molten with desire.  You gulp and break eye contact first.  You won’t make it into the restaurant if he keeps looking at you like that.

Thankfully, the universe gives you a break and he finally pulls into the parking lot of an impressive Italian Restaurant, Spezia.  The restaurant is an old brick building laced with vines; string lights are crisscrossed above the patio area and the name of the restaurant is carved in soft green, cursive neon light above the big front wooden doors.  You’d heard a lot of good things about this place but had never been.  As he parks, you instinctively pull on your door handle before catching yourself.  You turn and see Joel, staring at you with his head tilted and one eyebrow raised as if to scold you.  You give him a close-lipped grin.  “Sorry, keep forgetting!  Just not used to this,” you say, removing your hand from the handle.

“Good girl… we’re gonna change that,” he murmurs, which makes the hairs on the back of your neck stick up straight.  Fuck.  He gets out and walks over to open your door.  You hadn’t noticed that the rain stopped on your way over – too mesmerized by Joel.  Guess the universe is looking out for you.  He holds out his hand and helps you out, offering you his arm as both of you walk to the front door.

Inside is a dimly lit, open dining room with an array of circle-shaped tables donned in white tablecloths.  Tealights are flickering on the tables.  Scents of garlic, parmesan, and spices envelope your nostrils.  Low music plays, chords of a cello intertwined with a piano and a Sinatra-sounding voice.  This is quite romantic – Joel did good.  The hostess smiles at both of you.  “Reservation for Miller,” Joel says in his gruff voice.  She grabs two small black books from behind the podium and beckons you two to follow her.  She walks to a table near the windows, two full wine glasses waiting for you at each placemat.  It’s white wine, which is perfect – you hate reds.  How did he know?  “Your server will be with you right away,” she says with a smile.  You thank her.

Joel pulls your chair out so you can sit first, his hand brushing your back as he walks over to his seat.  You pick up your wine glass and give it a sniff.  Sweet, fruity, bubbly – must be moscato.  “Did you get some ideas from Keri?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow at him as you take a sip.  It’s smooth and not overly sweet, with notes of apple, orange, and honey.  He grins.  “I’ll never tell, darlin’.  Only thing that matters is that you enjoy it.”  He cheers your glass and takes a sip, eyes never leaving yours.

You two order some appetizers and entrees when the server comes over.  You’re falling into the rhythm of comfortable conversation, once again.  He asks about school, your family, your early life.  You mention your dad’s death and your rough relationship with your mother, which nearly dissipated after you graduated.

“So, I take it you got a degree, then?” he says, swirling around his glass of wine as he watches you.

“Yep.  Biochemistry,” you say, hoping that doesn’t lull him to sleep.  You half expect him to ask you why you didn’t become a doctor, the way most people do when they hear biochemistry degree.  He sucks in a sharp breath.  “Smart, then.  Too fuckin’ smart for me.  Knew you were, obviously – but that’s proof.  Not an easy road.  Sarah’s doing nursing,” he says.

“Nursing is tough, too – especially in these days post-pandemic.  So much is expected of nurses, but they don’t get the pay or respect they deserve unless they’re traveling nurses,” you add.  He nods.  “She’s wanted to be a nurse ever since she was a little girl.  Stubborn one, my daughter,” he says with a smirk.

“Can’t imagine where she gets it from,” you tease, looking around in mock surprise.  He reaches over to squeeze your hand.

“Shut it, beautiful.  Y’aint that much better, yourself,” he says.  He’s not wrong.  Your showdown with Cedric probably told him as much.

Your food comes and you both spend the rest of the dinner enjoying it and a few more glasses of wine.  You continue getting to know each other in between bites – or during if you’re Joel.  The server comes over with the check and gives it to Joel.  He opens it and reads with no reaction on his face and pulls out his wallet to pay.  You interrupt him by putting a hand on his arm.

“We can split it, if you want,” you say cautiously.  He shakes his head and smiles at you.  “’Preciate it, sweetheart.  But I’m sticking to my roots here.  You deserve a nice night out, and I’m happy to give that to you.”  His words make you smile softly.

After the bill comes back, he walks over to pull your chair out and helps you up.  You peek outside the window and see that it’s dark now, and the rain is gone for good.  “Where to next?” you ask, feigning innocence.  He looks at you in a way that makes your stomach churn.

“Want to come over?  I’d like to ask you to stay if you’re comfortable.  Do you need clothes?” he asks, warm hand curling around your waist as you exit the restaurant.  Thanking your past self for packing some clothes, you shake your head.  “I’m prepared.”  He raises an eyebrow at you.  You smile nervously.

“Expected me to ask ya that, huh?” he says, smirking devilishly.  You nod matter-of-factly.  He laughs and leans in, so his lips are almost touching your ear.  “I always keep my promises, darlin’,” he says in a sexy, low voice, making you clench absolutely nothing.  You shudder.  He opens your door for you and helps you in.

The ride back to Joel’s is quiet, but not in an awkward way.  He lives in the Eagle Run neighborhood of West Omaha – an upper middle-class neighborhood near a big golf course.  He pulls up to a big, beautiful two-story brick house and clicks on a garage door opener hanging on his vanity mirror.  You’re surprised, but should you be?  He is a successful business owner with multiple locations in the U.S., after all.  The front yard is lined with neatly trimmed shrubbery – Joel’s handiwork, you think – bushes of gorgeous flame azaleas, and two large, older maple trees staked in the middle, leaves sporting a beautiful gradient of red to yellow.  He has a Texas Longhorns stone on his front porch that makes you grimace.

“Joel, if we keep seeing each other, that Longhorns stone has got to go.  You’re in Cornhusker country now,” you scold playfully.  He laughs, silently rejoicing at the notion that you want to keep seeing him.  “Darlin’, I’m a true Texas man, and I’m from Austin for Christ’s sake.  You’re not even old enough to see how far back the rivalry goes.  I’ll never like your Huskers,” he chides.  You stick your tongue out at him and open your own door.  He doesn’t protest this time.  He’s got a three-car garage, the two-car space filled with what appears to be a company truck.  “Miller Contracting” is stickered on the back window.  The single-car space has a nice BMW 740i sedan that makes your eyes widen.

“Is this your car, Joel?”  you ask, walking over to examine it.  It has a pearlescent navy-blue coat with a tan leather interior.  Sheepishly, he nods.

“When Tommy and I expanded the business, we finally had the time to realize how well we had been doing.  I decided to treat myself for once – I got Sarah a car and bought this for myself.  Too much, if you ask me, but it’s a sign of how far we’ve come.  Reminds me to keep goin’,” he says, looking at the car appreciatively.  He’s obviously impressed you from the jump, but now you’re curious as to why he donates plasma – he clearly doesn’t need to.

“So, you donate out of the goodness of your heart, then?” you tease.  He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.  “The money is gonna go to Sarah, so she’s got some fun money.  She works, and I give her money now and then, but want her to understand it all comes with a limit,” he says.  Good dad – teaching his daughter responsibility and sacrificing his time and bodily fluids while doing it.  You nod.  He opens the door to the house and beckons you to go in first.

The door leads into a large laundry room.  He guides you through there and into the kitchen, which makes your jaw drop.  Beautiful, shiny hardwood floors are the first thing you notice – again, you’d be surprised if Joel hadn’t done these himself.  In the middle is an enormous island, with a deep sink and stainless-steel dishwasher.  The refrigerator, also stainless-steel, is probably twice the width of the dinky one in your apartment.  Adjacent to it is a beer and wine fridge, filled with bottles of red and white wine, and tons of Coors Light.  You smirk, thinking Joel was just a whiskey guy.  You bet he has a full bar downstairs with tons of different whiskeys.  Countertops of gorgeous white and black marble draw your attention, and you find yourself running a hand over the top of one instinctively.  Smooth.  Joel admires you while you admire his kitchen.

“Want something to drink, darlin’?” he asks, grabbing two wine glasses out of the cupboard near the fridge.  “Got wine, beer, and your fav’ downstairs,” he adds with a wink.  Whiskey, duh.  You’re not drunk, and your nerves are starting to rein in.  “Wine is good – keep the theme of the night going,” you say, flashing your teeth at him.  They draw his eyes like a magnet, and they flash obsidian.  He pops the cork out of a bottle of some white wine and pours you both a glass.  You walk over and grab the bottle to inspect the label.   Chateau d'Yquem, 2020.  You don’t dare guess how much this cost.  Joel notices your curiosity.

“S’from a client that lives ‘round here,” he says, sauntering over you, glasses in hand.  You nod.  “Oh?  Contracting client or…?” you ponder, smirking at him with one eyebrow raised.  “Let’s just say I’m good with my hands,” he winks at you and hands you a glass.

You take a sip, closing your eyes to examine the flavors.  Sweet citrus hits you first – mango, pineapple, apricot – followed by a rush of sea salt and an almost yeasty flavor.  The wine you’re used to drinking is Barefoot and sickly sweet – this is otherworldly.  You find yourself moaning softly.  “Wow, Joel… that’s – that’s something else,” you say, noticing him white-knuckling the countertop with his free hand, clearly affected by your reaction to the wine.

He puts his glass down and takes his jacket off, walking back to the laundry room to hang it up.  You’re leaning stomach-first against the island, facing what looks like a dining area with some large bay windows.  His footsteps approach you and hands smooth around your waist to latch in front of you, on your stomach.  His warm frame envelopes your back.  You sink into him and lean your head back on his shoulder.  He kisses your neck, squeezing your stomach and breathing in your scent.  Your breath hitches and you clutch his arms.  His mouth moves up your neck to nibble on your earlobe – he remembers your hot spots – and you gasp, tingles cascading down your spine.  He tucks your hair over to the other side and starts working his lips and teeth on your neck and shoulders.

“Fuck – y-you gonna give me the tour, or what?” you sputter as he bites lightly on your shoulder.  He hums and kisses his way back up your neck, stopping his lips right at your ear.  “Good idea, darlin’,” he murmurs.  He lets go of you briefly, taking your hand to lead you through the dining area to the living room.  It’s a giant room, filled with leather couches, a huge TV mounted on the wall, and high vaulted ceilings.

“Living room,” he says monotonously.  You giggle.  You take it he’s not too keen on hosting.  You wind your way to the front of the house near the front door.  He takes you up the stairs, and you marvel at a modern wood pendant chandelier, casting an amber glow on the foyer.  The walls in this part of the house are a navy blue – must be his favorite color.  He walks to French doors a few paces in front of the staircase and pushes one open, clutching your hand with his other hand still.

You’ve entered a large room with dark gray walls – presumably Joel’s.  There’s a king bed in the middle, two beautiful handcrafted wooden nightstands perched at each side.  A smaller wooden pendant light with a fan hangs on the ceiling, which is also vaulted in this room.  In one corner of the room lies a black leather chair, with a plaid handmade quilt hanging over the back.  Paintings of a forest, mountains, and a buffalo line the walls – very Joel-esque.

The other side of the room leads to a bathroom bigger than your entire apartment.  “Jesus, Joel… your house is beautiful,” you say, stepping in the bathroom and marveling at the size.  A Jacuzzi is on your right, two sinks on your left with a giant LED mirror hanging above them.  Next to the Jacuzzi is a walk-in tiled shower with opposing shower heads and a generous seating area.  You raise your eyebrows at the thought of the activities that could be had in here.

Joel watches you learn the anatomy of his bedroom and bathroom, admiring your childlike curiosity.  You’re beautiful, very much so, but something in your eyes catches his interest – the way you study things.  Eyes inquisitively scanning each part of the room, hands testing whatever theory is in your brain.  He wonders what you see.  You stop studying and turn, catching him staring.  The way he looks at you makes you freeze.  Desire, admiration, amusement.  His eyes travel up and down your frame.  You take slow steps toward him, eyes never leaving his.

“Have I told you that you’re fuckin’ beautiful?” he says hoarsely, hands latching on to your hips as you get close to him.

“I don’t think so…” you say, eyes looking up and to the side in mock confusion.  He pulls you flush to him, and you turn to face him.

“Can’t stop starin’ at you ‘cause you’re so goddamn pretty,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, tilting his head toward you and leaning in.  Your eyes flick down to his parted lips, yours doing the same as you get closer.

When your lips meet, finally, a flame is lit inside you.  Passion overtakes both of you, mouths opening and tongues tangling.  His hands are gripping your hips, your ass, your waist – yours find home in his curls and tug lightly.  You’re reminded of how much he enjoys that when he moans into your mouth.  You’re dripping already, and still, he’s barely touched you.

He picks you up and you break the kiss momentarily with a yelp, causing him to chuckle.  He leads you to the bed and lays you down, hands smoothing down your torso and legs as he stands to remove his shoes.  You watch him quietly, chest heaving in anticipation.  He returns to you as if he can’t bear another moment not glued to you and kisses you, hard.  His teeth graze your lower lip and pull, making you moan.  He kisses the corner of your mouth, the curve of your jaw, down your throat and stops at your clothed collarbone.

“Sit up, sweetheart,” he orders softly.  You obey.  Staring deeply into your eyes, he reaches behind you and pulls the zipper of your dress down.  You remember now that you chose to forgo a bra, but you made sure to wear some sexy lace panties that are soaked through by now.  He pulls the dress off as you reach your arms out, a low growl escaping his throat at the sight of your naked upper body.  “Good god, girl,” he breathes in awe, pulling the dress down your legs to expose your black lace thong.  Black was a good choice – the puddle seeping through is invisible—for now.  You lie back on the bed as he admires your curves and exposed skin.  You see his hardness poking through his pants and his eyes are molten.

Not wanting to go another moment without touching you, he crawls on the bed and kisses you again, one hand curling under your head to support you, the other snaking up your stomach to palm one of your breasts.  You let out a moan as he kneads it, pinching your nipple before he moves to the other one.  He starts kissing down your neck again, down your sternum, moving down further to suck one nipple into his mouth, moaning at the taste.  Your back arches and your hands knead his scalp as you whine softly at the pleasure.  He suckles the other nipple, one of his hands skimming down your stomach to your thigh.  The new touch makes you jump a bit.  He lets go of your nipple with a pop and looks up at you.

“Y’alright, baby?” he says, genuinely concerned.  Smoothing hair out of his face, you nod.  “Haven’t been touched there in a while,” you admit, cheeks warming.  He comes back up to kiss your lips softly.  “I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he says, forehead resting against yours.  You cup his face with your hands and give him a quick kiss.

“I know,” you whisper, lost in his chocolate gaze.  He starts kissing down your torso again and stops once he reaches lace.  You’re squirming a bit, and he peeks up at you, silently asking for your permission.  You nod.  He kisses the inside of your right thigh, ending with a nip before moving to the left one.  Your hips are already grinding in anticipation of what he’ll do next.  Looking in your eyes, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and pulls them down, leaving you completely bare.

“Jesus Christ… so perfect,” he breathes, admiring all of you.  Your pussy is glistening, the mess he’s been creating finally visible to him.  “You’re fuckin’ soaked, baby – you want me this much?”

“Yes, Joel,” you pant, needy.  He growls again.

“You got no idea how much I want you, darlin’,” he says, shuffling down on the bed and hooking one of your legs over his shoulder.  He places wet kisses on your mound and on the sides of your core, not quite touching you where you want him.  You groan.  You feel his smile curve on your inner thigh.

“Tell me, baby, talk to me,” he teases, watching you as his lips inch closer to your cunt.  Your back arches again, frustrated with anticipation and desire.  “I want your mouth on me, Joel,” you whine.

When his tongue finally darts out to taste you, you gasp, hands flying to grip his hair.  He moans at how good you taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core.  He starts with slow, flat strokes of his tongue up your center, occasionally stopping to gather more spit and slick at your entrance.  You moan, louder this time, his pace and the warmth of his tongue sending you closer to the edge.  He stops at your bundle of nerves and sucks lightly, which nearly snaps you in half.  His hands hold your hips in an iron grip, preventing you from being excused from the pleasure he’s so willingly giving you.  He pulls his mouth away briefly to look at you, lips and chin glistening.

“Fuck, you taste so goddamn good,” he rumbles, removing one hand from your hip to slowly open you up.  You moan at the stretch – not only has it been a while for you, but he’s got thick fingers.  “So tight, baby – think you can take another?” he says, watching your pussy grip and wet his finger.  You moan in approval, head and eyes rolled back.

“Look at me,” he orders, breathless.  “I wanna see you.”  You lift your head up to watch him as he slips another finger in and crooks them both, your eyes widening and mouth falling open at the expansion of your walls.  You can’t even imagine what his dick will feel like.  He looks absolutely wrecked – as if seeing you undone like this is pushing him to his own edge.

“Good girl,” He praises you, making you swoon.  He latches his mouth onto your pussy again, picking up the pace with his fingers as he licks and sucks on you.  He moans as he eats you out, which only gets you to the top faster – knowing that he loves doing this to you.  Your legs are starting to shake and flex, putting him in a headlock.  He’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, each bump of your G-spot sending white-hot pleasure up your stomach.

“Come on, baby – give it to me,” he says, mouth still on your clit.  You’re gripping his collar, hair, back of his neck, whatever you can grab as you get closer and closer to the peak.

“Fuck, Joel!  I’m so close—” you moan, your breaths coming out in quick, heavy heaves.  He takes this as a challenge, suckling on your folds while moving his head from side to side.  His beard chafes at the skin on your inner thighs.  His fingers curl upward inside you as they continue their ravaging, and you’re done for.  Finally, the band inside you snaps – leaving you trembling and spitting a barrage of Joel’s name and curse words as you come, hard.  He’s loving every minute of it, lapping you up while your muscles spasm around his fingers, legs threatening to crush his skull.  He’s groaning as he watches you come, in awe of your beauty and the pleasure painted on your features.  He only stops when your legs loosen their grip on his shoulders and head, another growl leaving him as he kisses his way up to your body to your lips.  You moan softly as you taste yourself on him.

You realize he’s still fully clothed and reach down to unbutton his shirt.  He quickens the process by removing his belt and then his pants and boxers, struggling to pull them over his rock-hard cock.  Mouths still slotted together, he presses himself flush against you, his naked body warming yours.  You reach down to stroke him, a moan escaping from his lips.  Precome oozes down the head of his cock and you rub it up and down his length.  He’s thick.

“Baby, be careful – I want this to last as long as possible,” he pants, looking just as wrecked as earlier.  You surrender and let go of him, your hands gripping his back as he continues to lick into your mouth while grinding his hips on yours.  The head of his cock strokes your wet folds, causing you both to moan.  He breaks the kiss to look you in the eyes, the only sound in the room your labored breaths.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me – you ready, darlin’?” He asks.  You love that he wants nothing more than to make you feel good.  You nod, biting your lip in excitement.  He sits back on his heels and guides his cock through your folds a few more times, watching you writhe.  He smirks.  “I know, baby.  I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry.”

His cock notches at your entrance and starts to slip in, slowly.  Leaning over you, he grabs your right leg and grapples it over his hip as you both watch each other feel one another for the first time.  Both of your mouths agape, you moan in unison as he slowly sinks further into you.  It’s nothing like either of you have ever felt or imagined—your bodies seem like they’re made for the other.  Each inch he gives you sends shockwaves shooting up your back, and the combination of your warmth, wetness, and tightness is an entirely new sensation for him.

“So beautiful, baby – fuck, you are perfect,” he groans as he fills you up.  The stretch and girth of him rip you apart at first, but the pain fades to achy pleasure as your muscles acclimate to his size.  He’s still watching you, waiting to see what you look like when he’s all the way in.  The tip of his cock hits your cervix, and you cry out, eyes squeezing shut momentarily.  His hand moves to your jaw, pulling your forehead to his and forcing your eyes open.  “Come on, baby – need to see those gorgeous eyes.”

Your walls are spasming, the stretch of him, combined with the pleasure and anticipation of your first time together, overwhelming your muscles with adrenaline.  He reads your mind.  “Relax, baby girl, I got ya,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss you as he slowly starts to pull out of you.  You will yourself to relax just a bit, your body rewarding you with micro-tremors of pleasure.  Still watching you, he quickens his thrusts.  You’re reaching the peak again, brows furrowed and hands gripping him so tightly he might have bruises tomorrow.

He sits up and grasps your hips as he pounds into you harder, the new angle and pressure pushing you over the fucking edge.  His eyes travel from your face to your body beneath him and he tries to commit every snapshot to memory—he can’t stop looking at you, can’t forget this.  Your breasts bouncing with each thrust, the curve of your abdomen and hips, the look of pure bliss on your face—he loves every second of it.

“Gimme another one, baby, know you can do it,” He groans, feeling your muscles gripping him as he continues to pound into you.  The room is filled with an orchestra of skin slapping skin, curses, and cries of pleasure from both of you.   Pleasure and pain intertwine to stretch the band inside you once again, your second orgasm on the brink.  Joel is close, too – eyebrows threaded together, teeth gritted, hands bruising your hipbones, thrusts becoming less and less uniform.

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, gonna make me come,” he praises, looking into your eyes.  You’re so close, legs trembling again and nails clawing at his forearms, vision blurring as pleasure overtakes the rest of your senses – but you manage to keep your eyes on him.

“Where d’you want it, baby?  I’m close,” he pants, trying desperately to hold on so you can reach another high.

“Inside me—oh, fuck—I’m on the pill,” you respond, trying your hardest to speak coherently.  His eyes darken for a moment, thrilled at the thought of filling you up.  He slows his pace slightly and increases the pressure of his thrusts, and you come hard, high-pitched moans of his name replacing normal speech.  That does it for him.  He spills inside you, each contraction of your pussy sucking more spend out of his cock.  He’s rambling as he empties himself inside you – good girl, you did so good for me, so beautiful when you come.  You’ve never experienced this magnitude of pleasure with someone else, nonetheless felt so connected physically and emotionally.  He collapses on you while still inside you, mouth finding yours for a searing kiss.  He pulls back after a while and brushes your hair from your face, cradling the crown of your head in his hands.  “Told ya I keep my promises,” he says, kissing your forehead softly.  You hum in delight.

You both lie there for a moment, relishing in what both of you can say was the best sex ever.  Joel finally pulls out of you, bringing some of him with him.  He gets up and walks toward the bathroom, returning with a warm towel to clean you up.  You squirm as he wipes you up, still sensitive and thighs raw from his beard scratching you there.

“Sorry, baby,” he apologizes, smiling contritely at you as he wipes up the last remnants of him and you from your thighs.  He returns the towel to the bathroom and comes back to bed, pulling you into his chest, arm draped around your midsection.  You’re about to doze off as Joel turns you to face him, eyes crinkled with worry.  Concerned, you prop yourself on your elbow, mirroring him.

“You okay, Joel?” you ask.  He smiles genuinely at you.  “Yeah, I just—,” he sighs, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, thumb stroking your cheek.  “Didn’t want ya to think I brought ya here just for this.”  His expression is so pained, so worried.  You lean in to kiss him gently on the lips.  “I know, and I didn’t come here just for this,” you remind him, “Truly.”

“I know, baby.  I know we just met, and I’m an old man, but—but you’re special, and I feel like this is different,” he says, staring into your eyes with so much affection it makes you want to cry.  “I want to make sure I do this right.”  He grabs your hand and plants a soft kiss on it.

“I trust you,” you say.  And you do – and he believes you.

Taglist: @burntheedges <3

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #centrifugation #pedro pascal fandom

[socialkid]

(Alternative title: Not so Secret admirer)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem! Reader

Genre: Romance (Enemies to Lovers?)

Warnings: Slight cursing

Summary: When catching the eye of one of your most prized possessions, you remember the romantic story and reasoning behind it.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last post! I really do appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog! Now that I think of it this is kind of a Valentine’s Day post…but who cares I’m only one month late!

Having a Pro Hero boyfriend was a bit of a struggle you had to admit. Don’t get it wrong you loved the attention from the various amount of people who shipped you and Bakugou, and the feeling of protection and safety when you’re snuggled up in bed with your human explosive, but that was the thing. Waiting to get that affection from your partner was such a long process, especially on days with outrageous villain attacks.

You picked up your phone rotating it to the side to checking for the red line identifying that the phone was possibly on silent mode. It wasn’t. You turned on your phone and scrolled down your notification banner; Snapchat notifications, TikTok notifications, and other unnecessary announcements. You went to settings to check your notifications. Your messages seemed to be on. You opened the message app and clicked ‘Dynamite 🧨💥🧸’ only to see your chain of texts still on delivered. Sighing you lazily scrolled through your texts then studied his name above them. You remember for months Bakugou had questioned the teddy bear emoji. You placed down your phone as your eyes trailed over to the teddy bear on your side of the bed. An cute almond brown bear holding a red heart that had the words ‘Be mine?’ printed in cursive on it.

You grabbed it and snuggled it, the fur on it tickling your nose, and the scent of your boyfriend lingers on it. You remember your first look at this bear. It was all the way back in second grade. Everyone was passing out candy and cards into everyone’s boxes for Valentines. You had finally gotten around to the last desk and dropped your last card in. When you got back to your desk there it was; the bear sitting on your desk with a card right beside it. You didn’t even bother to open the card yet, you just went straight for the plush. “H-hey who gave this to me?” You asked loud enough for the students to look back towards you. They murmured and questioned but the kid that caught your eye was Bakugou. The one who didn’t flinch by your question, nor turn around and face you. Just continued to eat his candy in a careless manner. You had a hunch it was him because he did the opposite of what everyone else did, but why would he get something so meaningful for you?

Back even when you were younger than second graders, you and Bakugou had never had a good history. As it seems to be known Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya, your green haired friend did not get along as kids. Whenever Bakugou would pick on him, the classmates felt bad but they didn’t want a piece of Bakugou so they just stood to the side and observed. Until you came along. Bakugou still remembers the day the teacher introduced you to the whole class. He stared at you as the teachers endless babbling continued.

“Oooh looks like somebody’s in love!” One of Bakugou’s friends teased him as the other clammed his hands together and proceeded to make kissy faces in the air. “What!? No I don’t, and I’ll prove it!” Bakugou replied quickly. He waited for the teacher to Exscuse you to go sit down on the carpet before he spoke, “Hey newbie! Why don’t you just step aside cause I bet you’re really weak!” Bakugou shouted. “Bakugo-!” The teacher started before you interrupted her, “Not weak, just stronger than you.” You replied calmly. Some of the class laughed while Bakugou gritted his teeth in anger. “Yea yea whatever, you haven’t heard the last of me.” He muttered but to your surprise he left you alone. And since he left you alone that meant he was back to only one target. Midoriya.

All day you watched Midoriya being stepped on by Bakugou and his crew. “Hey Deku you should just give up now. You don’t even amount to me!” This kid would say proudly while showing off his quirk. ‘What’s this kids deal?’ You thought. Finally recess came around and you sat down and played in the sand box with this other girl. You were enjoying your time not long before commotion broke out behind you.

“You’re being mean Kacchan! Leave them alone!” The green haired boy yelled. ‘Kacchan…?’. You stood up from the sand box, the girl in there with you questioning you. “Deku what did I tell you about trying to be a hero? It’s not gonna work, at least not against me.” Bakugou replied punching his fist together. Izuku trembled but stood his ground as Bakugou and his friends approached him. He reached for Izuku’s shirt before you screamed, “NO!” Everyone stopped in their tracks.

“You again,” Bakugou said “What do you want?”.

“I want you to leave him alone!” You replied. Bakugou stood silent with a puzzled look on his face. “What this loser?” Bakugou said moving him by his shirt. “He’s not a loser, you are! Now get away from him!” You replied. Bakugou blinked than let go of Midoriya. “Whatever, you two can hang out and be two quirkless losers together!” Bakugou almost shouted. He walked away, his two friends trailing behind him. You turned around to go back to the sandbox before hearing, “Hey, thank you!”.

Ever since that day Bakugou’s always seemed to have a bone to pick with you. You thought he hated you, little did you know this boy was absolutely fascinated by you. No one’s ever had the courage to stand up against him nonetheless succeed. His ego wasn’t as big as it would be in middle school (in the future) but he still had his moments. Yet he wanted to impress you. He would never admit it. Like ever. But he would give anything just for five seconds of your attention. So he would do stupid things. And when I say stupid things, I mean very stupid things. Like insulting you. Why he thought that was a good idea, you will never know. Litteraly trip on thin air just to see your reaction. And then there’s the normal stuff guys do to get a girls attention; talking loud, acting different when you’re around, and sending his friends to talk to you. But still not enough. You were too busy hanging with that Deku kid to “notice him”.

“Katsuki we came to the store to buy Valentines for your classmates so that’s what we’re going to do!” Mitsuki, Bakugou’s mom said dragging Bakugou by his arm. Mitsuki had gotten a email from the school that they had a Valentine’s Day party in for the second graders in the classroom. She wanted her son to be involved in the classroom more often, seeing his ego was growing she knew he had very limited friends.

“But I don’t want to.” Bakugou pouted trying to walk back to the exit of the store. Mitsuki struggled against her surprisingly strong son but dragged him back to the shelf.

“LISTEN, Katsuki! We’re just going to grab a stack of decorative cards and candy and then we can leave ok!?”, Katsuki pouted at this. He turned her back on her with his arms cross whilst her mom asked him questions she knew he wasn’t going to even respond to. “Ooh these are cute, how about these? Ooh but these ones come with stickers. What do you think?”. Bakugou began roaming the isle looking up and down the shelves. He scanned and studied the objects but there was this particular one that caught his eye. It was a cute little cuddle sized bear. It held a heart with fancy writing that spelled ‘Be Mine?’.

After about 5 minutes of shopping Mitsuki was done, but when she was she caught her son eyeing this bear. She stood behind him for a good two minutes before he turned around a noticed her. “Jeez! Mom what do you want?” He asked after being startled by Mitsuki. “Do you want me to buy that bear for you?” Mitsuki asked him. At this Bakugou cocked an eyebrow up at his mom. She never usually buys the stuff he wants in the stores, she’s more of a work for it and earn it type of mom. “Why?” Bakugou asked. “Oh I don’t know, possibly for a little crush you might have at school?” She asked him smiling. At this Bakugou’s ears lit up. “NO I DON’T!” he shouted. “You might want to watch who you’re yelling at Katsuki.” Mitsuki replied very calmly but scary enough for him to simmer down.

After the back and forth between the mom and son they walked out of the store with grocery bags, Mitsuki’s hand held with Bakugou and Bakugou’s free hand carrying a teddy bear.

Bakugou sat up in his room staring at the bear on his bed. He got up and opened the door out of his room to peak on the kitchen counter where a couple extra cards laid on the counter. He took one and a sharpie that was next to it and snuck off back to his room.

And that’s when you received your bear by a “secret admirer”. You weren’t 100% sure it was Bakugou, but you didn’t care. You cherished that bear. You took it everywhere with you, airplanes, vacations, sleepovers, it didn’t matter what the occasion. Even in 6th grade when you had pajama day at school. “You still carry around that stupid bear?“ Bakugou asked. “How do you know, have you been watching me?” You asked as he scoffs, “Besides I think he’s cute.” You replied hugging your bear as Bakugou grunted but exscused himself quickly because he felt his cheeks burn. You ask him about it later but he just pushed you away. But Bakugou knew you wern’t the type of girl to push situations away, you wanted to get to the bottom of everything.

The questions you asked him for months seemed so intrusive to him after a while he was thinking about just telling you the truth so you would leave it alone. But by then his ego was to big.

As the years went on the drama between you came to a rest and finally you two became somewhat friends. And somewhere along the road some what friends became best friends (with crushes on each other yes). Now you were in your last months of U.A and had been known of the school’s best couple for years now. And yet still through the entire way you had the bear.

You remember the first time you had a sleepover with your boyfriend in your dorm. You had just came out of the bathroom brushing your teeth to see Bakugou (in his black tank top 😩) with your teddy bear. He hadn’t noticed you there, but you over heard him muttering to himself, “She till has this huh? Commitment.” He said, then placed the bear down. He turned around to face you and slightly jumped “WHAT THE HELL!?” He screamed as you giggled, “What is up with you and my MOTHER sneaking up on me all the time!?” He said, still he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms.

You always think about the story of you, Katsuki, and his bear in your free time. But your thoughts were interrupted by heavy foot steps outside the apartment door. The keys jingled for a while before the door was unlocked and your boyfriend trudged in. He closed the door and locked it behind him, then headed straight to your room where he knew he would find you.

“Baby!” You said groggily still holding on the bear. Bakugou grinned a bit before pulling you off the bed and locking you into his arms. He then proceeded to kiss you longing for the taste of you all day. “How was your day Suki?” You asked him as he snorted, “Nothing special down at the agency pretty slow day if you ask me. But I’m glad to be back at home with my baby for our special time together.” He said kissing your neck as you sighed with pleasure. You could do this all day but you knew Bakugou had to get in the shower, he absolutely refuses to get on the bed dirty.

Once he finishes showering he slides into bed with you. You have SpongeBob playing in the background, Bakugou learned not to question it when once you had a six hour fight about it.

Your still snuggled up with your bear when Katsuki finally pops the question. “What is up with you and this bear?” He asks as you turn over and face him. “Because you gave it to me.” You reply. “Yeah yeah, but how did you even find out?” He asked. “Dunno. Maybe it was justa gut feeling? Or the the amount of times you made it obvious, it could be that too.” You teased. “HAH? So you’re getting smart with me huh dumbie?” He responded. “Just a little” you giggle. You pull yourself closer to Bakugou and close the gap in between you.

“I love you Suki.” You say earning a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Mmm love you more baby.” He replied. “I have something special for you…” you said smirking. “Oh really?” Katsuki asked grinning leaning more on you by the minute. You hummed in agreement before reaching behind you and grabbing a pillow and hitting Katsuki Bakugou smack dab in the face.

Your giggling became continuous laughing as Bakugou’s smirk turned into a frown then into an evil grimance. “Alright, since you want to play that way.” Bakugou started before grabbing a pillow and swinging at you. You quickly dodged it and ran around the room, Bakugou chasing you close behind. After about two minutes he caught you and picked you up. “NOOOO!” You screamed while laughing before he threw you onto the bed and the game was over.

“God I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

BONUS:

For those who are curious what 2nd grade Bakugou’s note read, here it is:

“Here’s a bear you deserve it. You work really hard and you seem nice. I hope you enjoy this. Happy Valentines Day.” - Secret Admirer.

Such a sweetheart am I right 🥹 ?

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #Bakugou oneshot #enemies to lovers #bakugou x yn #bakugou x you #oneshot

[mysticmellowlove]

yan streamer being delusional

a/n - bro i need someone to pick me up, tell me why i had three back to back assignments and it's the end of the semester. STOP PUTTING ALL THE ASSIGNMENTS AT THE END OF THE SEMESTER!!! also I'm getting there with the requests! swear to god I'll put more stuff out soon, i want to leave these stupid lab reports behind and get back to fucking submissive men.

warnings; gn reader pronouns, yandere behaviour, yandere streamer, yandere male, sub yandere, kinda a joke but not really, not edited at all

word count; 1544

If fifteen year old you were to look into the future you probably wouldn't have liked what you saw. As a freshly graduated student with a bachelor's degree the whole world expected you to be some professional business partner but here you were... modding for a popular twitch streamer.

In all honesty it wasn't that bad, and the environment around job hiring was insane at the moment anyway. You wouldn't have been able to find a job even if you tried. The streamer paid well enough, especially considering all you had to do was flag underhanded and inappropriate comments. It was lucrative... for someone who didn't have a home loan to pay off.

A sigh left your mouth as you watched the chat scroll by. You had been watching this guy before you even got a job underneath him, sometimes background noise was good while you were studying. His content had taken a turn from those quiet streams where he talked about daily life to what he was doing now though. Now he was much more popular and he played only the newest games.

Did you wish sometimes he would go back and check up on his old game profiles? Yes. Did you care enough to suggest that to him? No. Life moves on.

Your eyes trained on a particular comment, distasteful as usual, and you got rid of it. Flagging and banning the commenter so your streamer could look into it later.

"Thank you Sugar." Your lips pursed. The job pated well, the content was interesting and you didn't have to leave your home. The chat filled up with heart emojis and kissy face emojis. Some of them were even customised to look like your discord profile picture (designed by the other person who had seen it; the streamer himself).

There was just one downside, both the streamer and his chat were weirdly into you. Or you as a mod you guessed. Still, you didn't mind it, at least not usually. Human interaction was good, even if it was through a screen.

The rest of his stream went well, thanks to the effort of you and the other mods. As soon as the screen had closed you pushed your chair make and groaned as your stretched your muscles out. It was pretty late and you were kinda hungry. There was a little restaurant that stayed open later than usual on the ground floor of the apartment building you lived in but the quality was questionable.

After deciding that your stomach was going to eat itself you threw on a jacket and grabbed your wallet before leaving the apartment. It would be nice to get some furniture soon. University debt couldn't last forever right?

As soon as you left your apartment the sound of someone coming down the stairs made you turn your head. The exact second you looked at them though your head snapped back to your door. Eyes wide, mouth open... that was the streamer! Your mind ticked, did he live here! In this shoddy building with the rates too high for what it was? But he was... relatively well off. His room was decked out in those fancy led lights and he had a really comfy-looking chair. His PC set up was apparently wild from the small glimpses you had gotten and yet he lived here. In the same building as you did.

It was in that moment that something clicked in your mind, people had lives outside of the internet. A resolute nod made you finally leave your doorway and join him on the trek downstairs. Half the time on the way down you wondered in he thought you were trailing him, the other half was spent wondering if he was hungry too.

There was no way he knew it was you though. You were faceless online and even though you knew him there was no way anyone would peel that information from you.

"Hey, I like your sweater." Your face went white as you saw him stop at the bottom of the stairs, a boyish smile on his face. Your sweater... his merch. Your lips pressed into a thin line, the world was playing with you today. You cracked your knuckles, this could go two ways.

"Yeah, haha... nice stream tonight boss man." His eyes widened. Tonight was just supposed to be you getting off from work and then grabbing some food. You had an interview tomorrow and yet here you were revealing yourself to your employer.

"You're one of my mods! It's nice to meet you in person, I can't believe I live in the same building as one. You getting food as well?" You guessed it wasn't all bad. Talking with him like this reminded you of his old streams, when he had only a couple hundred viewers.

"Yeah, crazy right." You commented as the two of you made your way to the restaurant. Since it was so late at night there wasn't a line to get take away so you made it through in record time. In the restaurant and even on the way up you chatted with the streamer until he basically dropped you at your door.

Before you went inside he asked you one more question, which one of his mods were you. After you have him the answer and watched him walk away you went inside and began to eat. Today wasn't as bad as you thought after all.

His door slid shut with an audible click as he gently rested his food on the counter. What were the chances that he'd meet his favourite person of all time tonight? His beloved mod, Sugar. A short wheeze left his mouth as his smile spread into a wide grin.

He didn't know what it was about you but just getting to know you before he hired you made him feel giddy. You two were a match made in heaven. You had wit, jokes and a kind side as well. Basically you were everything he had ever wanted and more.

And you lived in the same building as he did.

Now he had an excuse to talk to you outside of the work you did for him, he'd be able to get to know you better. Maybe he'd even manage to make you fall in love with him just as he had for you. Just thinking about it made his heart flutter and his blood run hot. His cheeks grew warm as he forgot all about his late night dinner. Instead, he wobbled over to his couch and fell onto it.

Your profile picture had been of a stereotypical soft edit, a practical joke from your friends that you hadn't bothered to change. He was ashamed to admit that he had jerked off to the picture before, sometimes he even took your chats out of context and used them to fuel his fantasies.

But, you looked nothing like how he thought you would. He was expecting some sort of catfish who went onto discord to try and get middle-aged men to give them money (he hadn't minded that fantasy either, there was something so hot about not being able to freely do anything without your partner's permission.) but you were completely different.

You were a burnt-out graduate just like he was.

Soon he found his hand resting on the outside of his underwear, pretending it was your hand. Would you be soft and embody your online persona or would you be so pent up that you used him to your content? His hand tightened in response to his thoughts, sending a wave of pleasure right to his stomach.

A short groan left him as he closed his eyes and stroked. He pulled his clothes down and circled his tip, trying to keep his hips still as he envisioned you sitting before him.

He finally had a face to the name and now his imagination was running wild. Was your skin unblemished? Did you have tattoos, what was the colour of your underwear. His heart beat faster as he realised he'd finally be able to find all these things about you out. You lived on the floor below him, he could sneak in anytime he wanted!

Maybe he'd take some of your clothes, dress himself up in them and pretend that you were making him parade around as some sort of doll. Did you own any toys? He'd take those two and revel at the closeness. You had used them on yourself...

He swallowed, it was getting harder to breathe. His hand worked furiously on his cock, the sensation more punishing than pleasurable. Surely that was what you would do if you found out about all the dirty things he had thought of you doing to him.

As soon as he had started he found himself cumming. His mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the pleasure rocked through his whole body while he came down from his high. As soon as he was able to calm himself down he shut his eyes and grinned.

This was going to be fun.

#sub yandere #sub male #yandere male #yan streamer #gn reader

[the-kipsabian]

He doesn't really need a tag partner (I'm sure there are people he trusts enough to team with) but if Chuck is out forever can we have Kip step in and be a person for OC to lean on? I mean we could get him on TV possibly weekly (win win in my book) plus maybe we can get OC corrupted and boom it helps push the storyline with Trent? IF Chuck is able to come back, maybe he uncorrupts him? Thoughts?

SO. im sorry ahead of time that this will get longwinded and probably not gonna make a lot of sense but i have A LOT of thoughts regarding this whole situation

so this has been a very common thing to discuss in my dms ever since the shades of the best friends betrayal started when trent and oc entered into the tag team tournament (also shoutout to bugs for dealing with my shit constantly cause i know i can be unhinged ough), and what we dubbed as savior!kip has become a very intense hope in this storyline so... yeah ive been thinking about this possibility a lot ngl

im gonna put the rest of this under the cut cause lmao yeah. im gonna go off the rails

i wanna start this by saying that while i do want chuck to come back, im specifically hoping that he'll come back to team with trent again and to torment oc, that all of this has been one big ruse to see if oc really is their best friend or not (spoilers: hes not. trent is right about everything he said dont @ me). and oc is slowly starting to lack friends; seeing how things are going, things with kris arent that great. shibata and hook have their hands full with so many other things. rocky is obviously siding with trent, even if he doesnt say it directly out loud but roppongi vice forever basically, and the rest of chaos is mostly in japan (and okada is evil now so...). danhausen basically doesnt exist anymore. everyone oc has had around him has slowly disappeared, for one reason or another

so where does that leave us, exactly? you turn to the other side (or more in this case, the other side turns towards you to help out)

kip has been critical on twitter about the don callis family, and basically saying he would never join them due to disrespect from don. and we all know how much kip loves and cares about oc (i dont have to proof this to you you have seen all the sweet tweets and other stuff. this man used to use the kissy face emoji frequently while tweeting at or about oc come on now), so seeing these two words colliding would probably not sit very well with him, i'd imagine. while someone could argue that kip has lost interest in oc since he has dropped the title and thats all that was ever about...

first of all, the "sweet little clementine" nickname has been used multiple times throughout the timeline. this wasnt just a mind game trick to get into ocs head during the title feud, it was in there way way before that ever happened (i believe we are talking about full gear 2020 if i recall my timelines right [its around 3 hours and 9 minutes]); he has always been affectionate about oc in a really weird way (hes british tho so thats probably why). second, how many times has kip been after anyone else between ocs title reigns and after? exactly zero. when mox and fenix were champs, he didnt say a peep (he did, whoever, put out my favorite tweet of all time when oc lost the title to mox). after oc gained the title, he started tweeting again about it. and again when oc lost it, not a word. kip hasnt said anything about the international title or rodney since then; the only time he did post, he told rodney to fuck off cause clementine was his. and since then? kip has been keeping an eye on the best friends feud so... do whatever you wish with that information (1, 2, 3)

the point is, the obsession was NOT with the title; hes just always been affectionate about and towards oc, but in a really weird and obsessive, kind of a destructive way

why is this necessary to bring up? well...

do you really think he would stand idly to the side to watch oc align himself with someone like don callis when all his other friends have abandoned him, all these things considered?

do i need to remind you of something? cause i will remind you of my favorite post

throughout this entire time, kip never gave up (im aware this is technically non-canon as this is a quote from stream but. if you know their history over on twitch, it counts. the feud bled over there during its prime too). yes this technically had everything to do with him tearing ocs friends away from him when this was posted, but.. dont you think its fitting tho? considering the situation oc is in now? and while yes it might seem that kip is taking the side of trent in this whole thing, this was specifically before don callis inserted himself into the situation by whispering whatever the hell into ocs ear

and what better time and way for kip to insert himself back into ocs life as the one person he can still rely on than right here and right now, when oc is so desperate for a connection and friendship that he'll take don callis of all people?

if we want to dig more into my personal observations, kip has never felt as respected or perceived as he did/does when hes across the ring from oc. this feud was the highlight of his career since the comeback (and arguably, his [and miros] feud with the best friends ending with arcade anarchy was the other, so these two have always been connected more or less), its the one thing people keep talking about in reference to him apart from the box; how he should have been the one taking the title from him, how kip should have been elevated from that point forward too. how people talk about him almost only when he has faced oc in the ring afterwards (which has been at least three times if i recall right from the top of my head) or had a chance to challenge again for that title before oc lost it entirely

so what is the conclusion i wanna draw from this? kip keeps bringing him up. he keeps on leeching on him. he wants that attention off of oc, but also from oc. and what better way to do that than to now befriend him, show him support, be there for him when everyone else has abandoned him?

except its not entirely malicious. it might start as such, but its definitely mutually beneficial, more so than intended; sure maybe kip takes the chance to get to oc when hes down and vulnerable, but theres also that high chance that he'll see he can actually help. kip can help pull oc back up and help rebuild him. kip can be useful and important in this equation too, not just oc (which.. its gonna show kips true colors tbh. considering how kip treats oc as a whole, but he was taking trents side earlier about everything when best friends broke apart so...)

i think this is enough of me rambling, so im gonna get to the point of the ask lmao; but yeah, while i'd love for chuck to come back, i dont think he needs to be the one to uncorrupt oc from under kips spell. cause there wont be a spell to begin with. while yes it might start more or less as a corrupting relationship if they got to tag together with oc, i dont think ultimately it would be harmful to him. just like kip would be there to be supportive of oc, eventually he would return the favor by helping kip flourish, like he has done more indirectly in the past. they are mutually beneficial to one another, for better or worse maybe, but its not going to lead oc down a dark path in my opinion. if anything, oc is uncorruptable at this point (especially without the belt but i feel like that story has completely died by now with roddy holding the title so im not going to touch that rn), and him getting love and support from someone genuine, although surprising in this case, it would just make him more likely to return that favor than to turn against it. what i mean is, oc would be the one to uncorrupt kip, if anything

thank you for coming to my tedtalk and im soooooo sorry for all of this

#thank you for asking! <3 #princessxpunk #again im sorry this is SO LONG but i have so many thoughts and feelings and shit to say #and you did ask so.... #oops. lmao #box thoughts #wrestling musing #you know what fuck it im tagging it im proud of this lmao #orange cassidy #kip sabian #my beloved #sweet little clementine #kip in a box #orangekip #wrestling

[zmediaoutlet]

Hello friend! Question for you (because I believe you have top tier taste). Do you have any fave late season or established relationship Sam/Dean fics? I notice that sooo many fics are centered around them getting together and "weecest", but sometimes I'm in the mood for a nice cut to the chase/"we both know whats goin on here" kind of story! Thank you :)

hello, grey circley friend! I am pleased that you like my taste, we're definitely in agreement there, and also OH MY GOD I love later-seasons and established relationship SO MUCH, they are my FAVORITE and it makes me turn into a very sad little emoji face whenever those polls go by and everyone's always like, oh, s1-3 first time is the best. And I'm just like oh :( not for me :( why can't people like the things i like :(

But that's why we just gotta be out here writing for ourselves, allegedly, although tbh it would be nice if other people liked it too, lol. (Seriously was considering a poll of like 'hey, which wip would you guys actually want to read'.)

If this isn't too terribly forward, I'm gonna do this -- because apparently I've written... 72 established relationship wincest fics, and like. idk, I think they're okay. At least some of those are later seasons.

But now not being super tacky, let me see if I can give you... three by other people that I really like --

Got No Direction by mistyzeo -- I crabsolutely ADORE this one, which is truly a quick cut-to-the-chase with no messing around and no angst, just two people who like each other and like fucking each other having a good ol' time. It isn't really set in a particular era but for some reason it reads very s7ish to me? Maybe because of when I first read it, even though it was clearly published earlier. Love it, adore it, you read it and adore it too.

what lies underneath by @rivkat -- sorta schmoopy shaving/praise kink but really it's about how Sam loves Dean So Much and I'm always here for that as a plot. Also a sink nearly gets fucked off the wall, which can only be a good thing. Good comfort food on a bad day.

Loser by @winchestersinthedrift -- Becky's the all time champ of writing bodies as bodies and getting in and out with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of oomph. Her Sam is probably the sexiest Sam who's ever been written and he just thinks that Dean's delightful, and you know what, same. This is Bunker era in a vague and happy space.

-- and the reason it's only three, I'm sorry, is that the server troubles are making this Difficult, lol. But surely that's enough to be going on with. To other people: heyyyy, isn't it so funnnn when you've got people who've gotten past all the kissy worry and now the worry is about other stuffffff, heyyyyyyyyy

(that's my attempt at getting people to tag more stuff Established, anon. let's see if it works.)

#answers #fic recs #wincest #sorry -- it cut in and out like ten times and i need to do other stuff #also other person i see that you also have a request for recs #but outages etc #maybe i'll try to do that one tomorrow

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Remind Me, Part Two

Summary: Things still need to be resolved between Jensen and Y/N. Can she forgive him and find her way back to him?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, language, smut, oral sex (f rec), fingering, unprotected p in v.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is more like how this was meant to end when I came up with this idea before it went all angsty. I was going to leave it at the end of part one, so you can thank @jbbarnesgirl for convincing me to write this part! As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, and all mistakes are my own.

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Y/N couldn’t sleep. She hated fighting with Jensen. Always had. And there was something that just wasn’t sitting right with her. She threw herself on her back for the millionth time in two hours and huffed at the dark ceiling.

Guilt. That’s what it was. She was feeling guilty because she lashed out when she was hurt. Something she’d done since she was little, just like she always burst into tears when she was frustrated or angry.

Jensen took the brunt of her hurt feelings and didn’t deserve it. Yes, what he did was awful, and it hurt her deeply. But her behaviour towards him was just as wrong, and if she’d learned anything in her life, it was that two wrongs do not make a right.

She threw herself on her side with another loud huff and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She might as well torture herself with photos and old messages from Jensen. She wasn’t going to sleep now anyway.

As she scrolled back on her messages and scanned the ones from that time, she noticed one thing that never wavered. Every single message Jensen had sent, whether text or just emojis, always ended with the red heart and the kissy face emoji. Sometimes, those two were the only things in his messages.

Y/N felt even worse now. Stuck in her head with what had gone on and what might’ve been going on behind her back, she didn’t take in that those two simple emojis were his way of saying he loved her; he was thinking of her, especially when he sent them at 3am, which, she noticed, was more frequently than she’d realised before.

He may have stopped calling or answering her calls, but he sent those same two icons every single day. She’d taken it as Jensen’s way of staying in touch with her when he was away, more of a habit than his way of showing his feelings. Her tears became a tidal wave, and her sobs wracked her chest. She had to go to him. Had to finish what they’d started.

In the family room, Jensen wasn’t fairing much better. Eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying, he looked through their wedding album again. She looked so happy. They both did. Where did we go wrong? Well, he knew where. The better question was, why?

Y/N was always his strength. She held shit together when he couldn’t. She fixed things before he even knew they were broken. While he was away and she couldn’t do either because she was battling her own demons, he should’ve stepped up and taken the reins from her. Steered her to a happier place like she’d always done for him, but he hadn’t even known where to start, and that was why they were in this mess.

The realisation she thought he was having an affair was eye-opening. He saw where she was coming from, but it still broke his fucking heart. Thinking back, he vaguely remembered speaking with her that morning. He’s pretty sure her call was what woke him up that day. What he remembers more clearly is Karl and Toni not taking no for an answer about going out for Erin’s birthday.

If only he could go back in time and make better choices. Jensen wasn’t one for regrets, but fuck did he regret most of his choices from this past year. Smiling sadly, he ran his finger down the picture of Y/N in her stunning silk gown, mid-laugh at something he said to her on the best day of his life and willed the tears not to fall again. What he wouldn’t give to hear that laugh again, to see that unabashed joy on her face again.

Jensen’s eyes snapped up toward the hallway, hearing a door open. It felt like hours before she appeared in the open-plan living area, but he knew it could only have been seconds. His heart ached at the sight of her puffy and tear-stained face.

Y/N walked towards him, her bottom lip trembling and her arms coming out to the side, silently asking for a hug. Before he could get up from the sofa, she was climbing on him, straddling his lap, sliding her arms around his shoulders, and burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Jensen quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush with his body and holding her tightly. A sob caught in her throat, and he slid a hand into her hair, gently cradling the back of her head.

“It’s okay. Just let it all out, baby,” he whispered soothingly in her ear. With the state she’d gotten herself in, Jensen knew he wouldn’t get much sense out of her until she calmed down, so he held her tighter, providing that calming comfort she needed right now.

“I—I—‘m s-s-sorry,” Y/N sobbed into his neck, soaking his shirt with her tears.

“Shh, shh, don’t say anything. Not yet. Just cry it all out, baby,” Jensen said. Tears of his own were spilling down his cheeks as he placed his lips on the crown of her head. 

They stayed like that for a long time and held onto one another until the tears from months of hurt and frustration ended, and still, they didn’t let go of one another.

“I’m sorry, Jensen,” Y/N finally spoke, her voice hoarse from her sobs.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby,” he responded, emotion thick in his voice as he kissed her hair.

“I do. I was horrible to you,” she sniffled.

“Oh, honey,” Jensen tried to interrupt.

“No. I was hurt and scared, and I lashed out, and I’m sorry. I thought you were going to leave me…”

“Leave you? Y/N, sweetheart, if anything, you should be leaving me!” Jensen countered.

“Oh, baby, no!” she said as she pulled away to look at him. Placing her hands on his cheeks, she leaned in and kissed his lips. “I love you, and I don’t wanna be without you. I don’t know why, but I just got so angry,” Y/N lowered her gaze from his, unable to look into his soft, loving green orbs a second longer.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” Jensen prompted softly, gripping her chin gently and pushing it up until she raised her eyes to his again and smiled reassuringly. “You said it yourself. You were hurt and scared. Lonely, too, probably. I’ve been a terrible husband to you, and I understand.”

“No, don’t do that. Don’t make what I said okay,” Y/N pouted.

“Did you mean it? When you said I’d lost your trust?” Jensen asked quietly, stroking her cheek.

“No. But I need you to promise me you won’t shut me out like that again. It’ll break me.”

“I swear, I will never do that again, baby. I promise,” Jensen reassured her, sealing his promise with a kiss on her forehead, nose, then lips.

The kiss quickly became passionate, Y/N licking at his lips, asking for entrance, and Jensen gladly obliged. Opening his mouth, he captured her tongue with his, pulling her impossibly closer to his body and deepening the kiss.

Jensen failed to hold back a whimper when her fingers slid into his long hair. Fuck, it’d been so long since he’d felt her do that he wasn’t even ashamed of how desperate he sounded.

“Jensen,” Y/N said breathlessly when she pulled away from him, giggling when he chased after her lips. “Take me to bed?” she asked, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.

“Yeah?” Jensen checked. He needed to make sure this was what she wanted.

“It’s been too long. I miss you,” Y/N pecked Jensen’s lips. “Please? I want you,” she pleaded, pressing her forehead to his and cupping his cheeks.

Jensen didn’t ask again, didn’t wait. He moved his hands down to cup her round cheeks, gripped her tightly and stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist and laughed as Jensen took off at a run, carrying her upstairs to their bedroom.

They wasted no time stripping themselves of their clothes before they were on each other again, hands and lips caressing every piece of skin they could reach. Jensen pushed her gently back onto the bed and crawled between her legs.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pushed her legs open, giving him the perfect view of her slick folds. Jensen loved to tease her, but right now, when it’d been months since he’d tasted her; touched her; been inside her; he didn’t have the patience to play games.

He licked at her folds, and his body rumbled with a carnal groan at the first taste of her nectar. “Fuck, baby, I forgot how good you taste,” he murmured into her folds before pushing his tongue through her slit to get to the tiny bundle of nerves.

Y/N whimpered and melted into his touch. A touch she hadn’t felt in so long and had missed desperately. Her fingers wound in his long hair, and her nails raked gently over his scalp. Jensen moaned at the sensation, a shiver running through his whole body. It never ceased to amaze him how her hands and fingers could be so soft and delicate but strong and rough when she wanted them to be.

He smirked into her folds as he remembered some of the times he’d have long, red scratches down his back, half-moon indents on his shoulders from her nails, or – his personal favourite – tiny fingerprint bruises on his arms from how she clung to him in the throes of passion. It’d been so fucking long since he’d felt any of those things, and he thanked his lucky stars that she wasn’t going to leave him. Lord knows she’d have been within her right to.

Jensen nipped and sucked at her swelling bud and brought his hand close to her entrance. He teased around her opening with gentle touches, dipping his finger into her before quickly circling it once more. Y/N’s moans and mewls, along with her dripping pussy had him on edge already. It took everything in him to keep from grinding into the bed, fearing he’d come untouched. 

Finally, Jensen pushed a finger inside her and moaned at the combination of her warm, wet heat and her fingers grabbing his hair, pulling almost to the point of pain. He shifted so he was on his knees, his head still steadfast between her legs, eating her like a starved man, and he guessed he was, in a way, having been starved of her touch for far too long.

Quickly, he shoved his free hand between his legs and wrapped it around the base of his length, squeezing firmly to stop his climax that was fast approaching. He took to thinking about sports stats because he desperately needed to calm the fuck down. It was like he was a teenager again, trying to hold off coming prematurely.

With some semblance of control back, he added another finger, groaning at her tightness. He knew then that he’d never last once he got his dick inside her. His own hands, or even hers, weren’t the same as being inside her. Even if he did squeeze his fist tight around himself to the point of pain, it would never compare.

Without much warning, her walls began to clamp down around his fingers, and he heard the squelch of her slick hole with every thrust of his fingers within her. It made him feel better to know he wasn’t the only one who would come quickly. And as much as he really wanted her to come again on his dick, he was satisfied in knowing he’d still gotten her off, so if the worst happened and he came before he was even fully inside her, he wouldn’t feel as bad.

Y/N’s fingers tightened in his hair again, and she moaned his name like a prayer. Jensen circled his tongue around her clit one last time before sucking it gently between his lips. Her whole body tensed as the pressure of her climax released and soaked his hand with her juices.

Jensen pumped his fingers until her body relaxed into the bed, and her fingers loosened their grip on his hair, leaving his scalp tingling deliciously with pleasurable pain. Placing a last kiss on her clit, he moved up her body trailing his lips over her stomach, up to her breasts and making sure he spent some quality time with them.

Licking and sucking on her firm nipples was one of his favourite things. He could spend days doing that, but as soon as Y/N circled her soaked core against his thigh for friction, he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be at one with his wife. He needed to feel whole again.

Swiftly, Jensen kissed the rest of the way until he reached her lips. They were puffy and swollen—no doubt from chewing on them through her earlier orgasm—and placed a soft kiss on them to soothe them. Resting his forehead on hers, he reached his hand between their bodies, lining up his thick, leaking cock with her entrance and slowly pushed forward.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered at the intrusion, and soft, gasping curses escaped her with every inch he pushed in. Jensen stopped halfway to lift one of her legs, placing it around his waist. She took his other hand, clasping it with hers, letting them lay entwined by her head.

Jensen’s large hand gripped her thigh and he pushed forward until he was fully sheathed inside her. His groan was loud and animalistic, sounding painful, but it was anything but. It was euphoric, and if he died right now, he’d go a really fucking happy man. And if the whimper that left her throat was anything to go by, she would too.

Y/N’s free hand reached up to cup Jensen’s cheek, and he nuzzled further into her touch and pressed his lips to her palm. “Baby, I'm not gonna last,” he whispered to her in the dark. “You feel too good.”

“‘S okay, me either. I’m already close,” Y/N smiled, wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. It was a sloppy kiss, all teeth and too much tongue, but nothing had felt more perfect.

Jensen pulled his hips back and thrust forward, his grip on her thigh rough. He knew she’d have bruises, but something about knowing how she got them spurred him on, and his hips thrust harder and deeper.

When Y/N slid her hand down her body to work her clit, Jensen gave her a grateful smile. He was so close to coming, and although he already gave himself a pep talk about it, he really didn’t want the first time he made love to his wife in months to be over before he could watch her fall apart underneath him.

It didn’t take long before her walls began to spasm, and Jensen pushed her leg up so her knee was almost resting on her shoulder and went deeper with his next thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside. If he thought he would leave bruises on her before, he knew now that he definitely would.

Jensen’s hips kept up their deep thrusts until her walls stopped clenching, and her body lay limp underneath him. Finally, he allowed himself to let go. Shoving himself as far inside her as he could get, circling and grinding his hips, her high-pitched whine telling him he was pressing himself into her cervix.

Y/N’s big doe eyes fixed their gaze on him, her face luminous with her afterglow and biting on her bottom lip. “I love you, Jensen,” she whispered in the darkness.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he groaned as he jerked his hips impossibly deeper inside her, coming with a deep growl, painting her walls with his warm, sticky seed.

Jensen let go of her leg, smiling as it found a new home around his waist and lay his head on her chest, careful to keep his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush her. Y/N’s hands fixed themselves in his long hair, teasing the strands between her fingers and gently scratching at his scalp, making him shiver at the intimacy of the gesture.

“I will never make you doubt me again, baby,” Jensen murmured.

Y/N nodded and blinked, trying to shake off the emotion she felt. “I know, baby. I promise to talk to you more about how I feel when you’re working away.”

“And I promise to do the same,” Jensen said, raising himself on his elbows and bending down to kiss her slowly, passionately and filled with love. Her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, not wanting to untangle her body from his yet.

Y/N grinned into her husband’s lips as she felt him harden within her again just as the sun broke over the horizon, bathing their bedroom in bright, golden light. As Jensen began to grind his hips, a giggle escaped her throat as she basked in the self-confidence she’d been missing for the past few months.

A day in bed with Jensen is just what Y/N needed.

THE END

<<Part One

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278 @deanwanddamonss @deans-baby-momma @siospins2 @sexyvixen7 @leigh70 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @candy-coated-misery0731 @im-totally-not-dezi @supernaturalneurodivergentwolf @mrsfox79

#18+ #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles rpf #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles fanfic #angst #spn rpf

[avatar-anna]

Are you taking a requests? If so can I replace one with single dad h and y/n maybe a cute bonding moment between Harry and one of the girls and then y/n and the other girl then meet up for dinner together and then head home and watch movies together till the girls fall asleep?

not quite what you asked for but something a little different to change it up!

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yourinstagram: Vi is all smiles because dad let her have dessert before dinner

harrystylesfan4: BAHAHA HARRY'S A PUSHOVER LMAO

harrystylesfan6: can you blame him? look at that face🤏🏼🤏🏼🤏🏼

harrystylesfan2: she's so cute, but i feel like this is disrespectful to the styles family. like she should respect their privacy

harrystylesfan7: harry literally liked the post??

harrystylesfan1: i know ppl are always looking for reasons to hate on Y/n 🙄🙄

harrystyles: don't act like i'm the only one who can’t resist her charm

harrystylesfan4: so vianna runs the house basically

yourinstagram: pretty much 😂

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yourinstagram: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYA!! lots of x’s and o’s to this absolute GODDESS of a human being. you are so strong and so beautiful and so intelligent, just like your mama. can’t wait to see you grow and live and love. xxx

annetwist: happy birthday darling❤️

gemmastyles: happy birthday kaya!!

harrystyles: happy birthday to my baby. kissies xx

harrystylesfan10: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP😭😭😭

harrystylesfan3: they’re such a cute little family but still being respectful to h’s first wife🥹🥹

niallhoran: happy birthday kay kay!

onedirectionfan5: NARRY

harryfan6: niall really is THE uncle to all the one direction kids

kaykaystyles: thank you, Y/n. best photographer ever:))

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hsupdates

hsupdates: harry via instagram stories tonight!

harrystylesfan4: aww so cute!!!

harrystylesfan7: i love dadrry so much 🥹🥹

harrystylesfan11: i know i bet him and vianna and Y/n made it together 🥹

harrystylesfan8: oh to be harry's daughter *sigh*

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kaykaystyles

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kaykaystyles: kinda gross but cute i guess

yourinstagram: KAYA

kaykaystyles: what? it’s true!

harrystylesfan8: lmao she called them out😂😂

harrystylesfan1: they're so cute tho 🥺

harrystylesfan4: i know i'm happy to see him happy again!!

harrystyles: i thought we talked about not posting embarrassing pictures of us🤨🤨

harrystylesfan3: harry using emojis just doesn't seem right to me

kaykaystyles: doesn't seem right to me either tbh. he's too old for that

harrystylesfan7: LMAO KAYA GET HIM QUEEN 💅🏼💅🏼

harrystyles: violet is now my favorite

harrystylesfan5: poor harry😂

harrystylesfan2: poor kaya has to put up with all of that

kaykaystyles: if you can't take a joke just say that. tpwk💕

harrystylesfan10: YES KAYA HERE YOU GO QUEEN👑👑👑

harrystylesfan7: i want to be her so bad😭

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harrystyles

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harrystyles: my girlsss🥰🥰 it's not always been easy, but I am lucky to have each of you in my life xx. #internarionalwomensday

yourinstagram: why do you always try so hard to make me cry?? also why do my eyes look like that lmao

harrystyles: love youuu kissies☺️☺️

harrystyles: and you look beautiful by the way xx

harrystylesfan12: stooop they're so cute🥹🥹

harrystylesfan6: my parents😍😍

kaykaystyles: love you😚

harrystylesfan13: his girls🥺🥺

annetwist: three beautiful ladies❤️

harrystylesfan4: ANNE

harrystylesfan10: she's so sweet

harrystylesfan1: i'm so happy for all of them

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles fake instagram #fake text #single dad!harry

[thekuraning]

Could I please have 7, 9, 16, 24 and 27 for the fic writer ask? 💙

HFDUAIGHRQHG WOW THATS SO MANY thank you aria!!!!

as always... kura talk lots.... read more time!

7. your preferred writing fonts

For the longest time it was Arial, then basically from Covid lockdowns to maybe about a year ago I was a Comic Sans truther. But recently I've been using Optima and Trebuchet! There is something very delightfully round about them... they are soft like bunnies.... Bonus points, they're a bit of larger, thicker fonts, which makes is much easier for me to read. I have no idea if I'm dyslexic because I've never been tested but reading--while fun and one of my favorite pass-times--is like. So hard. And it feels like the longer I've been out of Lit classes the harder and harder reading gets. :') I've got a mountain of fics and books I'd like to read but it takes a lot of energy to keep track of what line im on that i gotta save it all up for writing... ive had city of dogs open in a tab for like months now bro i just wanna read.... TAT

But yeah I love me them thicker rounder weighted sort of fonts.

9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

so the last finished one-shot i posted was Who We Don't Expect to See, which took probably about six months to a year wrestling to get the dialogue to behave. The last complete multi-chapter fic was the Baristsa on Autumnal Avenue, which took about nine months!

As for unfinished works, I'm expecting Maelstrom to probably take another year , maybe year and a half at this pace! Ideally, I'd love to have it done by December which would mean a year and two months total, but we'll have to see thinking emoji

16. favorite place to write

I'm usually either at my desk in my office or on my couch lol and that's just a question of whether I feel more like writing on my desktop or my laptop! But since I started back at my local community college, I've found INSANE productivity at the campus cafe!! I don't know what it is, but as soon as my ass is sitting at the table with a coffee I'm like fucking sonic the hedgehog the way I start pumping chapters out. Probably about 80% of Maelstrom fic's been written in that little cafe!!

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

banging my head against the wall until im creative again :( or until i knock myself out, whichever comes first

actually lol I spend a lot of my recharge time watching youtube or playing video games. I'm big into Splatoon and Phasmophobia! I used to be really into Fall Guys until Epic bought the game out. but mostly it's just youtube these days lolll cause once im out of creative juice thats like. it. my energy's gone and i tend to spiral, so I'll end up just snuggling my kitty and watching gamegrumps or something (i dont know why, he just really likes watching game grumps)

>:( we used to watch a lot of netflix together too but since they cracked down on account sharing and my parents managed the family account we can only get in on the desktop now... how are we supposed to snuggle like this!!! cozy kitty economy is in shambles smdh

27. your favorite part of the writing process

answered over here winky kissy face emoji

#i wish i could emoji on desktop #please settle for my descriptive emoji text #kurasays #ask game #isleofair #ty friend!!

[kwockxpressions]

Jiayi Tai

1. Name, Year, Major & Hometown 

Jiayi Tai, 2nd year, Design and Communication, San Francisco

2. What are you most proud of? 

I am most proud of following through with pursuing an art-related major.

3. If you could choose a Sanrio character as a pet, which one would it be and why?

I would adopt Cinnamoroll as a pet because he is so friendly and fluffy. His blue and pink color scheme and floppy ears are saur cute hehehehe.

4. What is the biggest green flag in someone? 

The biggest green flag is when someone starts regularly listening to a song I recommended!!

5. What’s your biggest ick? 

My biggest ick is people who are inconsiderate of others.

6. If you were Kirby, who/what would you swallow and become? 

If I was Kirby, I would swallow Ness because I love to use pk fire.

7. What’s the most embarrassing moment in your life? 

A very embarrassing moment was when I got hit by a baseball while walking to a morning assembly in elementary school.

8. When’s the last time you cried? 

The last time I cried was when I watched the film Miracle: Letters to the President.

9. What’s your most used emoji? 

My most used emojis right now rotate between the crying face, the one with the tissue, and the blushing kissy face :3 or the sunglasses B)

10. What do you value in friendship and tell me about your best friend? 

In friendship, I prioritize interpersonal relationships between two or three people rather than a larger friend group dynamic. I find it easier to make a true connection and to have a close friend who I can talk to anytime. Quality over quantity yk. Fun fact, I am taking cmn120 aka interpersonal communication and it is very fitting to this topic. In a friend, I value someone who likes to spend quality time and whom I can easily make conversation with. It would be a plus if they had similar interests as me because it would make for conversation starting points. If I had to rate my love languages in order of how I experience love in a friendship, quality time would definitely be at the top – I appreciate being in the same space with friends <3 whether it be going out for lunch, watching a movie together, or literally just sitting and talking. I also appreciate reasonably fast texters because it’s so much easier to plan something. In terms of characteristics, I respect and admire friends who are honest, compassionate, and inclusive. I need to like the version of myself when I am around someone for me to want to continue the friendship. Being with a good friend would make me want to become a better person. My bestie is great and has most of these characteristics even though they may be hidden sometimes. Pls take the love language test and tell me urs :)

#kkslideinherdms

[josiebelladonna]

i want you all to understand that i don’t want you to go after her and rally against her because that’s… well, it’s suicide. it’s an easy way to get yourself cooked, plus… this is one of those things where it can spiral and escalate out of control. i’ve been going off about it and needing to find things to calm me down because the whole thing makes me want to cry and makes me angry, too. like, what the fucjing fuck did you do to him, you bitch?!?!! alex has been very open with me before, and his newfound silence towards me is another thing that just tells me that something happened to him (and I knew right away that it wasn’t collateral damage from his mom being sick, either. when someone in your family is that sick, and yet they recover, you don’t act like you’re having a vietnam flashback).

i had been angry with him initially, wondering why he didn’t come to me when his mom was sick when i left the light on for him (and i still have the light on for him; the porch light is solar-powered, too, it ain’t burning out), but i started to wonder if it was because… he had no choice. forgive me if i sound obsessive or rude with these posts, but—

the soft look on his face is forever etched in my memory and i wish i had captured those moments on live to share with everyone to show you that i’m not messing with all of you. 

march 26, 2021. i’ll never forget it. roughly two months after i started really paying attention to him. “badmotorartist, I just LOVE YOU!” he propped his chin up in the palm of his hand and he looked like he was just so touched and so floored that someone would actually love him as he is, no strings attached and from the deepest crevices of her heart, through something as pure as art. i thought it was interesting that he said it to me that soon, too, which tells me there was a bit of direness there. 3 months later, he gave it to me again in a mellow, gentle tone of voice as if he was whispering a secret to me. i remember he looked at my name for a long time, too, as if he didn’t want to look away.

then there was the time he live-streamed from a show in the park and i was the only one on it with him. he moved up closer for me. he was so sweet to me, too, kinda shy and boyish actually. gave me a sweet little wave at the end as if to imitate my kissy faces to him.

all the times i caught him writing in similar fashion to me, which i’ll never not find interesting. like i would use an odd word like “gatekeep”, and then two days later, he would reiterate it, and that’s just one example, too; i used the blue heart emoji on a post once and then not even an hour later, he used it. those fleeting little moments that feel insignificant to those on the outside looking in, they were huge in my eyes. it was indicative of something, and i’m actually a little wary to talk about it because it can put the two of us under scrutiny (seasons grey is at its core, a manifestation of my fantasy of running away with him). and they went away sometime in that week between memorial day weekend and the 5th…

…

like i said. so easy to assume the worst, and it’s hard to prove, especially when you don’t see everything and he doesn’t talk much.

somebody is hurting him. someone blurred a line before they crossed it. i can feel it. even thousands of miles away, i can feel it in my bones. i can see it in his posts now in the wake of the whole thing with his mom, i can see it in his eyes, i can see it on his face, too: that man is the real-life equivalent of the squash-and-stretch, he’s very expressive. the eyes are the windows to the soul, and his is in agony. when his eyes are big like marbles and his mouth is fully stretched à la “guess who found your happy pills” or something… it’s like watching a plane crash. you want to look away but you just- you can’t. you want to find some glimmers of hope in there. maybe be a hero of some kind.

#alex skolnick #text

[alotofpockets]

Hideaway | Florence Pugh

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Prompt: “You two make such a cute couple.” - “We’re not a couple.” (full request)

Requested by: anon

Word count: 975

masterlist | requests: closed | taglist

When you walk out of your local bookstore you're met with a wave of loud screaming. You look over to see what is going on, but even then you still didn't know what was going on. You did notice that in the midst of the loud group of people was a blonde woman looking like she couldn’t escape the people around her.

When you placed the order you walked back to the table, “So, why were all those people yelling at you?” You ask, genuinely interested in what happened back there. “I’m an actress.” Florence starts, “but usually fans are a lot more respectful. I have never experienced a fan encounter this bad. I love meeting fans, just not in this way.” The waitress brings your order to the table, you both thank her and continue your conversation.

“What about you, what do you do? If you’re not a security guard you should definitely reconsider.” She jokes making you laugh. “No security guard, just found a bit of courage to help a woman in need.” You joke back before you tell her about your actual job.

You stay at the coffeeshop talking for another hour getting to know each other. Florence shares some of her favorite fan encounters to show you they weren’t all like the one you had experienced. “Sorry to interrupt your conversation.” You hear on your left as the waitress walks up to your table. Florence smiles and says, “All good, what’s up?” The girl puts down a plate with a piece of chocolate cake and two forks. “This is our last piece of chocolate cake, we have this thing where we give away the last piece of cake to anyone we want in the shop. And since you two make such a cute couple, I wanted to give it to you.”

Both you and Florence hide a blush. Florence quickly recovers and says, “That’s very sweet of you, but we’re not a couple.” The girl’s eyes widen, “Oh, I’m sorry. You can keep the cake for free as an apology.” You both reassure the girl that it was no problem. Once she walked away yours and Florence’s eyes met, you both smiled and looked down at the cake. “Might as well enjoy this right?” You say taking a bite, making Florence giggle.

You look at your phone and realize the time, “I have to go, I promised my neighbor I would watch her kid this afternoon.” You say getting up and putting on your coat. Florence searches for her wallet in her purse, “How much do I owe you for the tea?” She asks. “The tea was on me.” You smile, “but maybe you can give me your phone number and you can buy me one next time?” You say getting another one of those courageous moments.”

Florence smiles back at you, “I would love to do this again with you. Minus the loud fan encounter.” You both laugh again. Florence puts her number in your phone, you give her a hug goodbye and head out the door. You round the corner to where you met Florence and reach for your phone and sent her a text.

You: Hi, the crowd has cleared, you’re safe to leave. Sincerely, your personal security guard

Before you can put your phone away it dings with a notification.

Florence: My hero, thank you 😘

Your cheeks heat up again after reader her message, especially the kissy face emoji. With a content smile on your face, you put your phone in your pocket and head home.

Main taglist: @yellowvxbes // @xxromanoffxx // @xxxtwilightaxelxxx // @wandanatvoid // @wandaswifeyforlifey // @marvelwomen-simp // @snooy245 // @peggycarter-steverogers // @wandas-slut-heart // @nats-dreamland // @hoe4flosblog // @laaurrel // @catasha // @t00manyfand0ms // @multifandomlesbianic // @bandit2029 // @avengerswriter4eva // @gigistylestomlinson // @snowdrop1026 // @sylvies4ever // @youreatotalposer // @mellowladyangel // @milfloverslut // @natasha-danvers // @lyak12 // @smallestavenger // @when-wolves-howl // @svftpetker // @la-reine-des-enfers // @official-chaotic-wandamaximoff // @b0r3d-s1mp1ng-b1tch // @bubblensqueak002 // @imabee-oralizard // @rafecameronswhore // @be-missed // @romaaa28 // @youresuchamom // @youralphawolf72 // @maia-lightwoood // @rootbeerfaygo // @elliesayshello869 // @vllowe

Florence taglist: @flosbelova

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh fanfic #florence pugh x female reader #florence pugh fluff

[xoxo-teddybear]

Cheater? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fake cheating, cursing, angst, fluff, crack

Summary: PRANK WARS!! After coming to the conclusion that his own girlfriend pulls better pranks than him and has been one up-ing a lot recently, Katsuki decided to break their unspoken rule and pull a cheating prank

A/N: I recommend reading this fic as a continuation of this fic. It’s about Y/N’s revenge.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“I don’t know who the fuck is listening right now, but I, Katsuki fucking Bakugou, am begging whatever heavenly body, god, spiritual being, whatever the fuck it could be, to ensure that my girlfriend does not leave my dumbass for pulling this prank. Thank you, bless.”

Bakugou kept his eyes shut with his palms pressed together in a praying motion for the longest time while he spoke to something to protect his relationship. When he was done, he took a breather and got up from the shared bed. He took out the camera and set it up behind Y/N’s makeup stuff to hide it and began to put his prank into action.

A few hours ago he had Kirishima pretend to be a girl and had his best friend flirt with him through text. This went on for some time to make sure that if you were to scroll through his conversation, you’d find a lot of messages. At the end of the texts, Bakugou had Kirishima find a random pic online of some random girl’s ass and had the red head sent it. Bakugou answered it with a very flirtatious text, which had Kirishima send a very cutesy, appreciated reply in a very girly matter, which ended the conversation. Bakugou changed his friend’s name to some random name, Kiyoko, and finished the job. Yes, the two friends were very uncomfortable doing this whole thing.

With the camera now recording, all Bakugou needed to begin his prank was his prized possession. You.

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Bakugou and you were cuddling on the king sized bed. You both were just talking about whatever while Katsuki remained on his phone. You didn’t see it yet, but Katsuki was “texting” his friend. In reality, he was just waiting for you to look up at his screen to notice the scandalous texts he and this “Kiyoko” were having.

“Baby?” You asked while looking at your pretty acrylics.

“Yes baby?” Bakugou said while still looking at his phone. He had his arm wrapped around you while you layed on him with your cheek on his chest.

“Ion know...I love you baby,” you said in the cutest voice. Bakugou could only make a face of extreme awe to appreciate his precious girlfriend.

“I love you too Teddy Bear,” he said. You lifted your head to smile at him but you took notice of how he was still staring at his phone.

You pouted before smirking and climbing up to come face to face with him. You got in between him and his phone and grabbed his face with both hands. He smiled at you before you leaned down to peck his lips multiple times. Once you were done you tucked your head under his chin and looked to the side, just enjoying the moment. He kissed the crown of your head before going back to “texting.”

At the sound of him pressing random things on the keyboard, your pout returned. “Baby~ Pay attention to me!!” You whined.

You removed your head out from under his chin and layed your head next to his. You looked at his phone and saw a ‘thank you’ with a kissy face emoji from a “Kiyoko” before Katsuki switched the screen to some random game. “Who’s Kiyoko?”

“Hm?” Katsuki asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“Who’s Kiyoko? You were just on a text chat with her, why is she sending you a kissy face?” You asked with a little more attitude. You tried to take the phone out of his hand but he pulled it away.

“She’s just a friend, babe.” Bakugou said.

“Okay, well if she’s just a friend then why can’t I see?” You questioned.

“Because there’s nothing to see.”

“She sent you a kissy face. That’s something I’d like to see.” You said while easily taking his phone out of his hand.

“Babe, no.” He said and took the phone back. “Shes just a friend.” You took the phone back and he tried to grab it again before you held the phone away at a distance to make sure he couldn’t grab it. “Babe. Noo, stooppp.”

“If she’s just a friend then why’re you trying to hide it?” You asked with the phone still far away and him attempting to reach for it.

“Cuz we’re about to go out and-“

“What the fuck?!” You said as you looked to the texts. You froze in your position as you brought the phone closed and scrolled through the texts, stumbling upon the picture. Bakugou tried to take the phone away from you but failed (on purpose.)

“She just wanted an opinion,” he tried explaining.

“An opinion?!” You asked while sitting up and pushing him off of you. “She sent you a booty pic with you complimenting her and shit. And you’re over here calling her babe!”

“It’s not like that-“

“Then what the fuck is it like Katsuki?!” You asked. You went back to the text and reread some of the messages out loud. “‘Bet you enjoyed it when I wrecked you last night, Relax Princess Y/N’s never gonna find out, I love you Kiyoko-‘ Are you fucking serious?!” You said with a cracked voice as you looked at him.

He put on a small smile for the act but on the inside it hurt him to see you like this, but the prank would prevail. “Baby, calm down.”

“I’m not gonna calm down Katsuki, you’re cheating on me!” You continued to go on and on about how pissed you were and Katsuki was struggling to hold back his laughs. He eventually got up to run to the downstairs bathroom so he could let out his chuckles. “Where the fuck are you going?! We’re not done with this conversation!”

Bakugou said nothing as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He bursted out in laughter as he crouched over due to all the excitement. He looked in the mirror and ruffled his hair a bit as he remembered the way you looked. The sad you would’ve made his heart ached but the angry you just made him laugh and kind of turned him on in a way.

After getting all his giggles out, he calmed down and got back into character. He opened the door to the bathroom only to see you walking down the stairs with your jacket and shoes on, carrying a small bag. “Baby?”

At the sound of his voice you only looked his way with a mean glare as you continued your walk to the front door. Bakugou ran to you as fast as he could as worry spilled through his body. “Baby, stop. Where are you going?”

“Get the fuck away from me. I’m done, we’re done. I’m going.” You said with a cold voice. Bakugou ran in front of you and held onto your arms as he pushed you back further into the house but you fought against his hold.

“Y/N, stop. It was just a prank.” Bakugou whined.

“Like I fucking believe that.” You said while trying to pry his hands off of you. Bakugou whimpered as he grew worried and felt himself getting choked up. He could feel the tears approaching but held them back. He could still save himself.

“Baby please. Come back upstairs, I’ll show you the camera!” He begged but you finally got his hands off of you as you ran to the door. You ran out the door and Bakugou grew frantic as he ran to the room to get the camera. When he came back down and ran out to the front to show you, you had already backed out of the driveway and were driving down the street. “Y/N!”

Bakugou ran back upstairs and into the bedroom to find his phone on the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He was quick to find your number and call you but you declined it. He called again a few more times and like before, you declined them. He called you so much that eventually, you stopped declining them and just began to straight up ignore them. This led to Bakugou leaving voicemails.

“Baby? Please pick up it was just a prank.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I swear it was a prank! Please come back home!”

“Please come back Y/N! It was just a joke, none of it was real! Please answer me.”

“Baby, please come back. I love you.”

When he realized you weren’t going to answer, he opened up the messages with Kirishima and changed his name back before calling him.

“Hello?”

“Kirishima!” Bakugou said and his friend could practically hear the tears. “Prank went wrong! Went so wrong! Y/N fucking left! She didn’t even give me a chance to explain!”

Bakugou began hyperventilating as he tugged at his hair and looked around. He didn’t even focus on what Kirishima was saying as he looked around the once shared bedroom. He went through the closet and saw some of your clothes and shoes missing. Some of your makeup was off the vanity and when Bakugou looked to the nightstand to see the smashed picture frame that held the image of you both on your third year anniversary, he began sobbing.

“Please! Just fucking call her to explain! That’s all!”

“Alright, I’ll do it. Don’t worry, okay?” His friend replied to which Bakugou only hung up. He had every right to worry. His dumbass was about to lose you. Bakugou sat back down on the bed as he cried into his hands some more. He looked at himself in the large mirror hanging on the wall before scrunching his face and screaming.

“FUCK!” He shouted and threw something at the wall. He didn’t know what he grabbed, he just knew it broke. Bakugou flopped onto the large bed and cried some more as he waited for something, anything, to happen. But that night, nothing did.

—

3 days had passed and for 3 days Bakugou had constantly been calling you, your friends, your family, anybody he could do that he could reach you. He had constantly been crying and regretting pulling that stupid, stupid prank. It wasn’t worth losing you.

For the past few days, Kirishima had been checking up on Katsuki. He had been coming over a few times a day by using the hidden house key you both left under a rock on at the house entrance. On the third day, Bakugou told him to stop coming by and that he wanted to be by himself.

—

Bakugou had been hallowing in sadness on the bed until he heard the door open. He sighed again and walked to this bedroom door. On his way there he took notice of his appearance in the mirror and even though he was in the dark, he still saw his red, puffy eyes and tired face. He finally opened the door and walked to the living room so he could ward off his pesky friend.

“Shitty Hair, I told you that I didn’t wa-“ his eyes popped open at the sight he saw in the living room. He froze on the spot but felt immediate relief. “Y/N!”

“...Hi Katsuki,” you said in a soft voice. Bakugou smiled and instantly ran to you to pull you in for a tight hug. He squeezed you tight and grew joyous when he felt you softly hug him back.

“I missed you so much! I’m so fucking sorry, it was just a prank I swe-“

“Katsuki! I know, okay? Kirishima told Mina and she told me everything.” You explained and pushed him off slightly so you could face him. He nodded in understanding and you took note of his red eyes and nose. You sighed before speaking. “This is why we don’t pull pranks like this Katsuki!”

He sadly chuckled at you reprimanding him but nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah...I’m so sorry, Baby.”

“You should be! I almost actually left you!” You said with a little pout. Bakugou sadly laughed with relieved tears in his eyes as he held you.

“I know. I swear I won’t do anything like this again.” He promised.

“You better not.” You said, squished against his chest. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before you dragged him to the couch. You and Bakugou spent the rest of the day making up and cuddling. Everything felt so right again and Bakugou definitely learned his lesson.

A/N: not spell checked, sorry! Ummm…THIS KINDA SUCKED😭🤣

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Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages (Xavier Plympton x reader)

Description: when a package arrives for you in the mail, you're reminded of someone from your past who you'd rather forget

A/N: this is actually based on a personal experience that happened to me a little bit ago, so I decided to write a comfort fic for myself with my baby Xavier to help me cope lmao. Enjoy <3

Warnings: insinuations of childhood trauma, mentions of daddy issues/toxic parenting, hurt/comfort, swearing

You always loved getting packages in the mail. Even if you already knew what they were because you ordered them yourself, it still felt nice to get a gift every once in a while.

That's why when you got a message on your phone saying there was a package waiting for you at the post office and all you had to do was pick it up, you were ecstatic. You were curious to see who it was from, since you didn't remember ordering anything offline recently.

You texted your boyfriend Xavier and asked him to pick it up on his way home from the aerobics studio, to which he replied with a thumbs up and kissy face emoji. A couple of hours later he arrived at your shared apartment with the box in hand.

"Ooh, I wonder what's inside," you said enthusiastically as you carefully shook it, trying to guess what was in it.

"I dunno babe, I'm just as confused as you are," he said as he propped himself up against a pillow on the couch.

"Who could this possibly be from?" You questioned as you quickly ripped open the package to find a small jewelry box inside. Carefully opening the lid, you saw a heart shaped necklace with the words engraved daddy loves you on it inside.

"Maybe you have a secret admirer. Who else would be sending you jewelry?" He joked as you quickly snapped the lid shut before grabbing the box it came in.

"I thought this address looked familiar, this is from my parents place," you muttered to yourself as you examined the return address.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"No, no it's not." You threw the jewelry box across the room before bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Burying your head in your hands, you tried to silence the choked sobs you could feel trying to escape your throat.

"Babe?" Xavier hesitantly asked as he slowly got up from the couch and walked over to you. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head no as tears started to roll down your cheeks. He crouched down beside you on the floor and gently set his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey," he spoke softly, trying not to make you anymore upset than you already were. "What's wrong?"

"It's my stupid fucking dad," you spat as you tried to control your rage. "He thinks that by sending me some stupid fucking necklace it'll make up for all the years of neglect and abuse. Fucking asshole."

You balled your hands up into a fist as you imagined hurting him physically the way he'd hurt you mentally and emotionally. It wouldn't change anything, but it sure would feel nice.

Xavier wasn't sure what to do as he wasn't used to you acting like this. You were normally the one comforting him whenever he was reminded of his past trauma, not the other way around.

He didn't have much experience with taking charge, but he knew he would have to try in order to get you to calm you down. Besides, him seeing you this upset over something so small that reminded you of your past absolutely broke his heart.

"Hey now," he tried comforting you as he wiped the tears from your face. "Just try to forget about him, okay? I know it won't be easy, and that I'm probably asking a lot, but you don't need him anymore. You got out. You're no longer trapped in your childhood home, dependent on him to take care of you. You're free."

You sniffed as you looked up at him. "You know what, you're right. I don't need him anymore. He means nothing to me, and even if he does want to makes amends now why should I care? He ruined that chance when he destroyed my trust and broke my heart."

He wrapped his arms around you as he let you get out all of your bottled up emotions. You were glad he was there for you, not to pass judgment or butt in with his own opinion but to simply listen.

After you had calmed yourself back down he led you over to the couch and wrapped you up in a blanket before handing you the remote.

"Here, choose something for us to watch while I order some takeout." He gave you a kiss on the forehead before pulling out his phone and dialing the takeout place's number.

You put on some cheesy reality show and snuggled deep into the couch as you took a deep breath. You couldn't change what happened in the past, but you knew that together you and Xavier could work on building a bright future.

~

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Hello ! If you're still doing the emoji game, can I suggest 🌊⚔️💎 ? Have a nice day !

Thank you so much for submitting this! I am still doing emoji drabbles and have two more after this waiting 😁. I'm sorry it took me so long! 💞

Anyway! Here ya go! 😋

Emoji Drabble #8 🌊⚔️💎

Sonic didn’t expect an actual fight. Why would he? Winning the annual Captain’s Diamond Dual should have been a given for the fastest thing alive.

But apparently this guy hadn’t got the memo.

Sonic aptly ducked what would have been a devastating blow and swept his foot out in an attempt to send his opponent to the ground, but his brown leather boot connected with nothing but air.

As he had with Sonic’s other typically game ending moves, the dark hedgehog anticipated the counter, jumping up with both feet even as his sword arm swung overhead, so perfectly in control of his movements it bordered graceful. Sonic narrowed his eyes, jumping away to gain distance and time to find a vulnerability, some sort of soft spot he could use to his advantage.

A crimson eyeridge rose before a soft baritone voice spoke. “I know what you’re doing, hedgehog. You won’t find what you’re looking for. I have no weaknesses.”

“Everyone’s got a weakness,” Sonic quipped, brushing a finger under his nose and bringing his sword back up. “Maybe yours isn’t so obvious as others, but it’s there.”

“Hmph. Says the so-called captain who favors his right side and gives away his every attack with his eyes.”

Sonic grinned, the soft leather of his glove biting into his sword’s hilt a little more. “Aw, been admiring my eyes have you?” He lurched forward, his rival only barely blocking Sonic’s forward thrust and knocking the dulled cutlass to the side.

Sonic’s crimson-striped opponent growled in answer, but it was too late. Sonic noted the faint blush spreading across tan cheeks and knew he’d found the other’s weak spot.

It was him.

He was the weak spot.

Sonic smirked. He didn’t mind that at all.

“You know, I have been told I have very pretty eyes,” Sonic taunted as he danced around Shadow’s increasingly flustered slashes and jabs. “Like emeralds some say. It’s no wonder you’re so transfixed.”

“I’m not transfixed!”

“Surreeeeee you’re not. I tootally believe you.”

“Shut up, hedgehog, or I’ll make you shut up.”

Sonic winked and made a kissy face before charging forward, sword high over head. The other captain once again anticipated, bringing his sword up with both hands to block and his foot up to kick Sonic back.

What he didn’t expect was for Sonic to use his free hand to pull the ebony hedgehog to him, sending them both to the ground with a loud thud.

Surprised crimson eyes met knowing green, their owner somehow completely frozen by the feel of the lithe blue body beneath him. “What’s your name?” Sonic asked breathlessly, his chest heaving against the white fluff somewhat concealed by his opponent’s button down.

Delicious tan lips parted, and Sonic thought for a moment about scrapping his entire plan and just kissing the other captain senseless, but then he spoke.

“Shadow,” the other answered gruffly between fascinated pants. “Captain Shadow.”

“Well, Captain Shadow. Can I buy you a conciliatory drink?”

“Conciliatory? What–?”

Sonic tipped the sword he held at Shadow’s neck a little more, the sun catching off dull metal as the crowds in the stands cheered. He smirked. “Never been someone’s weakness before.”

“You’re not–”

Sonic raised an eyebrow. “And you’re still on top of me because…?”

Shadow’s face, already pink, burned red as he scrambled up and away. Sonic struggled to maintain his unbothered facade when the truth was… he was far more flustered than he cared to admit.

Sonic held out his hand, heart in his chest for some reason, like the fight had continued and this moment determined the real victory. A long pause passed, long enough that the crowd silenced and Sonic began to sweat, but then, just before he dropped his hand in resignation, the ebony hedgehog stepped forward and gripped his hand firmly.

“Better make it a damn good drink.”

Sonic smiled widely as the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. “You know I’ve been called a tall drink of water before.”

Shadow tipped his head in confusion. “I prefer a tall drink of ale.”

Sonic laughed and released Shadow’s hand. “Haven’t been called that yet. Maybe tonight will be a first.”

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