#and i’m honestly just crying bc i keep asking her to pls stop pls stop
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i really wish my mom would just stay the fuck out of my room not only bc i’m 24 yrs old but bc ?? she keeps throwing shit in it w/out any consideration at all … today while i was gone at work all day she threw a pair of DIRTY rain boots on top of a pile of CLEAN clothes , including a white shirt … like she just doesn’t gaf .. i keep asking her to stop putting stuff in my room bc my room is fr so tiny like i have nowhere for it to go !! there is no more storage space that’s why i have shit in piles anyway and why half my bed is devoted to my personal belongings and she keeps doing it anyway !!!
#i came upstairs after i got the baby to sleep when i get home and didn’t even turn on the light#so i just now saw the dirty boots on my clothes when i went to charge my phone to sleep#and i’m honestly just crying bc i keep asking her to pls stop pls stop#and she won’t
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Hey mimi! I hope you are doing great😊
The thing is, my friend always used to brag about her fav ff author and narrate me the stories which were good, so then i advised her to read ffs written by my fav author.
So now apparently her fav author is changed and I'm super jealous cause YOU ARE MY FAV WRITER!? But i forgave her, cause i hope you get lots and lots of new readers and you keep on getting famous and keep on spoiling us with your amazing stories.
And now she's after me to request you for a taehyung fic as he's her bias. So here i am. I'm sorry for this if its too much to ask but if its possible, will you? Its absolutely okay, if it takes months or years even for you to write it! Just would you consider? Like sometime in the future? Once you've done executing all your awesome plans??
Aww thank you! 🥹 I am quite honored! 🫶🏼
But honestly, I just want the stories to be known and remembered. I was just thinking about it the other day bc my ultimate fave list has been getting notifications recently and I went back to some of the stories and my comments on them and I remembered how reading them for the first time felt. How Falling Skies got me bawling my eyes out under the covers, how Sugar High made my heart hurt, how Dynasty made my jaw drop even after the second time I read it… these were all during COVID and it was like transporting me to another world during the loneliest days. Some of these stories are no longer on this app, and one day I’m gonna stop writing, too. And I’ll just be a ghost (lol) but pls pls remember my stories! Keep them in your hearts 🥹 remember what it felt like, how the characters made you giggle and cry, and remember how they loved!
As for a Tae fic, I actually have an outline. I mentioned it waaaay back but it’s memory loss au and the movie played in my head 😂 but I don’t know when I’ll be able to write it or if I’ll be able to write again! Hahaha but I appreciate the request. And say hi to your friend for me! ☺️
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hi.... horny anon here and i just read asking permission and am deceased
You looked at his back with bewildered eyes and when he turned around, meeting your gaze, he only shrugged before saying “Come on, we need to get ready for the meeting”.
this little-- the teasing-- 😫😫
leaving you horny and flustered
how did you know my name?? 🤨
Grabbing the door handle he paused before he slowly turned around, one hand still on the handle. His eyes were dark and stern as they bore into yours “If you so much as think of playing with yourself I'm not touching you for a week” and with that he fully opened the door and entered the bathroom before shutting the door behind him.
i- sir- that's too much stop SKSHSKNSKSBSIS
“We never finished what we started this morning darling” he rasped as a cocky smirk grew on his lips, knowing the effect his words had on you.
FUCKC YOUUU idk what is it with you and your exhibitionism ideas but they do something to me and make me question myself sometimes 😳
“Fuck that´s where my fingers belong -” he murmured into your ear, kissing your earlobe. “- riiiight there” he smirked, curling his fingers as he found your sweet spot; making you moan loudly.
i GASPED I GASPED
However you never got an answer as the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing Plutarch and Coin, with the rest of the team entering not long after.
WOWOWIWIWOOOOOIOOOOOOO that's hot
“Make me” you spat back, wanting to get back at him for how much he teased you earlier.
YN IS SO BRAVE I LOVE HER
“I want your eyes on me at all times baby” he explained before enveloping your clit with his mouth and picking up the pace with his fingers.
eye contact is hot im gonna cry
“N-no Finnick, no more, I´m too sensitive” your voice shook as you spoke and you anxiously eyed his every move. Finnick didn't answer you and made no comment on the action before moving your legs apart, his cock sliding against your thigh as he moved closer to you.
is that cnc i dont know but it does something to me and i am rethinking everything i know about myself
“Fuck, that´s it my love. A little faster for daddy now”
for- 😳 for da- 😳😳
You let your head fall back against the headboard, your eyes roll into your head in ecstasy
yes that's how i look like rn reading this
“You keep saying that honey but the sounds you´re making are telling me something completely different” he pointed out
as i said before.... hot...
“I know what you want, baby, better than anyone else - even yourself. I know you´ve got one more round in you..”
as i said before 😵🦋😵🦋 x2
“Are you too sore for round two?”
never 🥰😋
THAT WAS SO GOOD and it was your hottest fic i think 😭 and the blood?? idek how to comment that my mind short circuited somewhere in the middle of reading 😭
pls i’ve been excitedly expecting your incredible reactions💖😏
the teasing - what can i say i love when he riles her up. idk why but it annoys me more if it’s the girl teasing the guy (depends on the teasing but yeah🙈)
HORNY AND FLUSTERED ANON PLS💀✋
….i love assertive and very dominant finnick… he does indescribable things to me
THE EXHIBITIONISM LISTEN- idek like irl i could never but in fics >>>> (like i don’t want anyone seeing them but them doing it and no one else knowing, the risk of being caught>> them having to stay quiet and suppress moans>>>>) i’m glad my smut makes you question your kinks😌💖😁
PLEASE ITS SO- the power finnick has over us
oooh you like them interrupting huh? 😏
PLEASE I LOVE WHEN Y/N CHALLENGES THEM BACK AND ISN’T JUST WEAK AND SUPER SUBMISSIVE STRAIGHT AWAY
yesss it is and him pausing until she does as he says 😏
uuuuuhm well 😅 i honestly don’t know if it counts as cnc, that’s why i just add dubcon warnings but maybe i should add a cnc warning 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️ it wasn’t my intention but i get how it reads that way YIKES
heh heh, i just had to slip that in there 😇 just like finnick slipped into y/n
oh i’m glad😌💗
him being in full control>>>
him being possessive and asserting his dominance bc someone else dared look at you>>>
PLS YOU AND @andvys HAVING THE SAME REACTION TO THE ENDING more like round 4 but whatevs finnick
THANK YOU OMG🥺💖 listen- blood is,,, there’s a reason i made a blood suggestion for call out my name 😏
#your reactions make my day >>>#i’m so happy you enjoyed it pls#thank you genuinely#a lot of the things were inspired by a certain someone but i won´t expose them#😁
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Can I get a read more in here pls why is this so hard on mobile
Tw for Daddy issues related to mental illness, addiction, divorce and death
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Yeah you know what I can’t believe my fucking dad who was there for my birth didn’t consider me worth getting a grip on his mental health issues when he had care in all places for him, which also led him to not stay clean or sober
My mom had to leave his ass to get away from that shit and keep me and my sib not to see how bad he was plus he was taking out money of her bank account and stealing money and cards shed hidden in the house and had cameras watching him to see him do it….
Yet he tried to be in our lives still bc of how much I loved him and he came down and tried to get better but then he was asking me for gas money and I didn’t want my mom and stepdad to know so I would give him some from my allowance/studies I did for childhood anxiety that’d pay me for literally crying my eyes out every night thinking of him and going through the worst separation anxiety in my life
He stopped being okay. He disappeared. He didn’t have any good advocates or he didn’t listen to them and lost their help. I wish he’d get better. But he’s already so far gone. But he sounds so seeet and loving and he was asking money from me and my sib again when we got back in touch years later and I was going to invite him to ny wedding but I felt like he must be doing something to abuse his money which his funds handler was managing for him for his own sake and he’d spend it on anything but shelter…. Why wouldn’t he stay somewhere. Why. Why, why when he has the money from social security to pay for everythigg is he asking me to help him pay for a hotel bc he doesn’t have an apartment anymore bc bc bc bc it’s the guys fault every time or they haven’t done anything to help them and didn’t listen to him but yet he can sit there and talk all day about himself on the phone and I know he knows how to make himself heard so I can’t tell anymore what’s the truth or lies from him does he even love me enough to stay in touch because once I didn’t invite him to the weddigg n and didn’t want to keep giving him money and set my boundaries but said I’d like to be friends and work this relationship out and come see you sometime and he’s ghosting me now. Maybe he can’t afford a phone on whatever budget plan he seems to be doing….
There’s the honest possibility that a lot of this is bc he didn’t get the right help at the right times or he doesn’t have the right resources or the right resources are ableist and classist so it’s not helping more than hurting and wow I just don’t know anymore how to be healthy and have s relationship with this man who I think of so much now and wonder if he’s sitting there depressed because he can’t be my dad and so he’s driven further into self destructive behavior and addiction
I’m going to have to ask him one day. Before he dies, and I lose the chance. I’m already grieving my step dad dying from cancer in front of me as I stayed away for uni and had to watch his suffering st the very end…. It was so much and this man isn’t even trying to console me for it not once and my mom was the one I called and she was always there for everything even after my stepdad and her divorced and after she got sober after many relapses and I just….. she is so strong. She is working so hard. She’s struggled with addiction since she was a teen. Why didn’t he get a grip. He had a wife and kids and a great job and ptsd and bipolar and it wasn’t in him to get a grip enough to stay in our lives…
Why can’t I even remember why he stopped being in our lives. He used to pick me up for softball. He was there for middle school then for my sickness during sophomore year and then idk… idk what happened after that. Is that my brains way of helping me, or just me honestly not caring enough. I’d detached so much of my love of him from me that it hurts so much to dip into ever again. Meanwhile I would trade time with him for time with my stepdad—my real dad.
#seca venting#seca speaks#addiction tw#divorce tw#death tw#just so sad that I have these#daddy issues tw#not ashamed#just crying
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I am obviously rewatching bridgerton s1 and I like those dump reactions posts so I am making one that I will keep updated w my every thoughts 💭
First of all HE CALLED HIS SON AN IMBECILE omg the word imbecile is so funny to me, a French speaker
"I believe I should like to stay" "I believe you should like to leave" VIOLET IS THAT BITCH this is one of my favorite line
Lady Danbury is the perfect embodiment of the aries-libra axis my queen ugh
YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BREATH THE SAME AIR AS HER was he already soooooo mad for her where are those mens today
Okay he was already down bad in episode 2 when he asked her to call him by his name OMG HE TOUCHED HER BACK I did not remember this small details I love that
THE LOOKS HE HAS FOR HER ON GOD HE STUTTERED WHILE TALKING ABOUT HER SOMEBODY SEDATE ME
Okay the dream, the tea afternoon.. they are all in love so fast my babies I will try to keep my mouth shut bc my reaction to the inn scene will probably be 5000 words long
"You must marry the man who feels like your dearest friend" I remember this line very well bc it simply left me FLABBERGASTED I was like YES love is actually that simple
Regarding violet now, she IS the virgo-pisces axis
THE HAND TOUCH I AM CRYING yes I am easily moved by romantic gestures and grand feelings
"You wish to follow your heart and I wish to nurture my mind" Eloise is an amazing character
Stop whispering "touch yourself" in a public park Simon wtf is wrong w you
"If you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky" + "[She] is a woman, therefore she has nothing. You are a man, therefore you have everything." Eloise god bless you pls write your own book your words are everything to me
HE LOOKED BACK BEFORE LIVING THE BALL my man had visions of murder watching daphne and the prince dancing
I feel she looked better w the prince like the energies were more similar but they had NO chemistry it was almost awkward so yeah long live Simon
Love conquers all
YALL I JUST UNDERSTOOD SOMETHING HABSJSKSLD when Simon was staying quiet while daphne was screaming about how she was gonna be a princess and marry the prince, when he did not answer it was bc he COULDN’T talk, he was petrified just like he was in front of his father bc these are the only two ppl that can reach him I AM SO DUMB HOW COME I NEVER NOTICED THAT
The "says the man who almost shoot at me ! YOU WALKED IN THE MIDDLE OF A DUEL" scene really made me understand why ppl say the bridgerton family share one single brain cell omg
I love violet so much she is the mother everyone deserve I love my little lady
THE SPEECH IN FRONT OF THE QUEEN IS TAKING AWAY MY SANITY HE SAYS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS when he says "w miss bridgerton conversation has always been easy" he REALLY means it bc we know of his struggle omg I love him so very much TO MEET A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IS ONE THING, BUT TO MEET YOUR BEST FRIEND IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF WOMEN IS SOMETHING ENTIRELY APART i am deceased
OMG it’s happening ITS HAPPENING THE INN SCENE ITS HAPPENING I AM GOING CRAZY MAD IT IS TOO MUCH the speeches are the one thing keeping me alive the way they express their love I DO NOT WANT ANY DINNER i love their voices their accents their words
A separate post is needed for simons lines which are the closest things to heaven for me
SHE FEELS WONDERFUL YOU GUYS
Colin shutting down Anthony is highly appreciated this man needed to be humbled in s1
Jeffrey is a gem
Okay honestly not much happen after the sex scenes so I’m gonna stop this post and just enjoy it, nonetheless if violet or eloise or daphne say something incredibly wise that brings tears of admiration to my eyes I will obviously share it tho
I don’t have an opinion on that whole baby lies etc.. bc I understand both sides tbh. As he said he’d rather die than force daphne in an unhappy marriage but he still took advantage of her ignorance, while she took advantage of him like literally bsnskdld yet she didn’t even know she was doing such a bad thing bc she actually didn’t know ANYTHING bdndkdkd
And I love how they put some responsibility on violet for that whole mess bc yeah it is a mother’s job to teach such things to her children
I still don’t know if daphne had a miscarriage or just her periods at the end of episode 7 but that scene breaks me every time I watch it, i feel her pain so profoundly It is unthinkable to loose a child and the futur you imagined for them. And the duke’s eyes watering bc he deep inside wanted that child…
"I miss dancing with your father. The very last time I danced was with him. I suppose I miss everything about him, really." It is remarkable the way I miss Edmund and feel so sad about him when we never really saw him, we know nothing about him, we just have violet and the way she shines so much love when she or her children talk of him
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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm
[the soft boi list is here and truly i’m not surprised this rec is going to be the longest bc if there’s one thing a bitch is going to do, it’s yearn.
as always! if you love a fic, follow the authors, leave kudos & comments, send them nice msgs bc free art is still labor xoxo]
part 3: soft bois
mood: for when I need respite, a balm to the all-consuming shittiness of life
includes: fluff, comfort, low-stakes, slow-burn fics. a wistful look, a rainy morning, an unexpected grace, a stupidly disarming joke. i could live inside these fics. the smallness of human lives removed from the site of that which hurts & irreparably changes. the story-equivalent of a deep breath after a long day. pregnant silences & pensive mundanity & shy smiles. banter with bite but without the cruelty. the color lavender. weirdly whimsical. soft fics are not necessarily conflict-averse (no drarry fic rly can be, considering the context) but, they offer the reader a generous distance from the initial harm. they’re the quiet cleaning up after a storm. sometimes healing is an exacting surgical knife and other times it’s a slow scabbing. you read these fics to be reassured that the way forward is not always ruthless. and honestly?? they deserve a semblance of peace godDAMmit.
The Way Down by @letteredlettered - 65k - T
“and I thought that if someone talked to you as though you were a human being you might—maybe you could act like one” --the way i think about this line daily. the characterization of draco in this fic is one my favorites bc he’s earnest and neurotic and tired of harry’s shit. which is to say, he cares so so much. and harry doesn’t know what to do with that bc he’s got a monster in his chest and lives as a recluse. but they both humanize each other in ways no one else can. “you’re just a person” has to be some kind of drarry ethics of belonging and it makes me CRY.
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Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @greaseonmymouth and dustmouth - 96k - T
“Maybe it’s not about deserving it? Maybe you just get to have it anyway. . .I’m allowing myself to want something and to let myself have it and to fight for it.” --harry runs a daycare and also works at a library. draco spends a lot of time in said library. they bond over sci-fi books and therapy anecdotes and quiet philosophical conversations held over cafeteria soup. and harry’s struggling to understand his asexuality. draco’s learning how to live with anxiety and depression. they both want to be deserving of love. incredible fic with beautiful art by dustmouth.
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Open for Repairs by @drarrytrash - 35k - T
“A few leaves rustle in the gutter and the muggle world pays no mind to them, to two lost boys holding on for dear life.” --all of their fics feel exactly like this. like you’ve been allowed to look at something private, tender, unexpected. draco, known abba fan, is a repairman in the muggle world & harry can’t stop breaking thrifted things in order to see him? say less, i'm thERE. also “I think I have a crush on you” goddddd
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other faves by them:
Counting Down By Ten - 2k - T: draco’s stepped outside of the party for a smoke. harry follows him bc of course he does. i could read this 100 times and not get tired of it.
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Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon - 36k - E: FUCKING HILARIOUS I CACKLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. draco’s wolfy problem and harry helping him and harry being flustered by how much he likes draco and draco’s hot heroic moment. shutup it’s perfect. “He almost asks if Draco ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit all the time, but he knows that he, personally, never ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit.” and “It’s the traumas,” Harry says gravely” --lines that live rent free in my head
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Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks by seefin - 70k - E
“That was the only logical thing to do here, wasn’t it? It was the next step, it was the end of hurting each other and the beginning of the exact opposite.” --harry lives with luna and neville and also he dreams about the future sometimes? and he keeps running into draco. draco thinks this is sus as hell, until he doesn’t. feat. taxi rides, museums, cinemas, rooftop conversations beneath a lunar eclipse, mid-sex innocuous banter, draco and harry discussing nicki minaj. this fic charmed my ass off. seefin writes the most effortlessly hilarious dialogues. i smiled at my phone like an idiot at least 7 times.
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other faves by them:
Wild - 93k - E: “he liked feeling needed, for the things that he was needed for back at the house in Ireland. For cooking and gardening and driving. Easy things.” --this shit makes me cry it’s so good. harry lives in Ireland with these three brilliant, hilarious, wandless witches and draco’s a potions student who's come to study under one of the housemates and the boys have so much shit to work through but their love becomes so tender and honest. draco yells at harry a lot and harry lets him and they both keep each other grounded in something real and fuCK.
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Divination for Dickheads - 7k - G: “I’m terrible at having crushes. I’ve never played anything cool a day in my life.” -- oh harry, we knOW. a bus ride, a fortune teller, an aquarium birthday party. god i love this fic.
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Modern Love by @tackytigerfic - 61k - E
“But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?" --the steady blossoming of their friendship in this fic is so goddamn beautiful i want to yell. it’s draco and harry learning to trust each other and the whole thing unfolds so slowly, in this whimsical mix of london streets, wizarding politics, church halls feat. a Hot vicar, and a magical antique shop owner who’s married to literal poseidon?? goD the environment of this fic. immaculate. [also there’s a tender shower scene that makes me cry every single fucking time so if you read this fic pls dm me so we can be embarrassing about it together tbh]
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Nice Things by aideomai - 22k - M
“He kept waiting for the weird shock of touch to not knock him clean out of his head, leave him quiet and warm and happy.” --8th year. harry forms an unlikely friendship with draco that begins with smoking weed on a windowsill. harry is touch-starved and draco touches him like he touches all his close friends - like it’s easy. the quiet affection in this fic, the way harry burrows himself into touch bc he’s been without it for his entire life. reading this is like being held.
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Running On Air by @tinyhistory - 74k - T
“do you remember when we were eleven?” --alexa play coldplay’s the scientist it’s sad girl hours and we’re about to fucking yearn.
you’ve seen this fic rec on every drarry list under the sun and i'm here to be redundant. the hype is so goddamn real. this story is a lyrical masterpiece held together by lines that act as refrains that will rattle around your brain until you die, probably. draco’s been missing for 3yrs. harry goes to find him. it’s their odyssey of homecoming.
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Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken - 12k - T
“But Draco, Draco was everything but boring. Draco made sitting in the rain watching an empty house fun.” --auror partners pining and draco being eccentric and harry being very earnestly gay about draco’s eccentricities!! god this fic is so genuinely fun skskd feat. undercover missions, murderous faeries, a book heist, a stunning navy dress, harry’s eyelashes.
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How We Throw Our Shadows Down by @thistle-verse - 14k - T
“Draco is about to say something else— to thank Potter for what he’d done, however poorly— but Harry is smiling at him again, and it’s so soft and perfect that Draco holds in any inadequate words, lest he spoil it.” --draco collects tea cozies and of course harry has the one he wants. the sad and tender gays are at it again feat. conversations in the rain at a train station, melancholy Blaise, muggle photos, wizarding e-bay, the Dursleys.
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Helix by Saras_Girl - 92k - E
“Draco sighs in his sleep and Harry clings on to consciousness, needing to hold on, to give this tiny, insignificant moment the attention it deserves” --I think maybe you can describe every soft Saras_Girl story as giving tiny, insignificant moments the attention they deserve. like, this is an 8th year fic about snails and it’s full of whimsy, grief, compassion, and easy humor. an absolute must-read author in this genre if you want languorous, episodic fics full of distinct OCs and affectionate creatures.
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other faves by them:
Light up the Night Sky - 98k - M
“Draco, sometimes you make my head feel like soup” --the one where harry is a fireworks artist and has a pet chameleon named ken. draco is on the wizarding arts council. they both pine like hell.
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Headlights in the Snow - 71k - M
“they stare at each other in silence, Harry’s heart beating so loud in his chest that he thinks the biddies must be able to hear it over the sound of their card game.” --the one where draco drives the knight bus and carts around the biddy club, a group of rambunctious old ladies who knit and drink tea and gossip. harry can’t help but fall in love with the everything about this.
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Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 - 38k - T
“Harry’s heavy thoughts lift at the sight, like dark clouds blown away from the sun by the wind. The tent doesn’t feel so cramped and stifling now. It feels cozy. And safe. It’s the same feeling that Harry gets when he’s at the Burrow for Sunday roasts, when a group of people who care for each other deeply are crammed into too-small a space.” --harry wanders to the lovegood house on a sunday afternoon. he’s baffled to see that luna’s taken pansy, greg, and draco under her wing. what follows is a summer of forest walks, scavenger hunts, gardening, water fights, odd cakes, faerie rings, and picnics. so many picnics. i love the pace of this fic, the innocent return to childhood things, the way luna brings out the best in all her friends. reluctantly soft slytherins are just *chefs kiss*!!
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Going Postal (A 125pg comic) by dustmouth - T
what. a. beautiful. ass. comic. the wizarding fashion, the textures, the character design!! harry travels a lot for his job as a resourcer. draco works in the regulations dept. they pine like a bunch of lovesick idiots via field report notes. god i love dustmouth’s art.
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All the Earnest Young Men by @tepre - 29k - E
“Draco is twenty-seven layers of personality wrapped up in drama and humour, and a wit so sharp it still stings when he doesn’t see it coming. But there is something below that, too. Something that makes Harry ache just looking at him.” --the way i would lay down my little life for tepre’s characterization of draco, whom invented the word earnest. he’s a magical art theory expert and portraits are disappearing all over London and harry’s the auror assigned to this case. and well. they’re both so very avoidant about how gay they are for each other and it’s like!! shutup and kiss!! which they do in fact, shutup and kiss.
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Trenches by sara_holmes - 3k - M
“Somewhere in the distant part of his mind that hasn't frozen solid, he thinks that maybe he and Draco are about to become more than auror partners, smoking buddies, wine-mates and co-inhabitants of a snow filled trench somewhere in western Scotland.” --the plot line here is literally “it’s cold and i need a fucking cigarette” but let me tell you how I never tire of the shared loaded-silences of two emotionally repressed gays.
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The Years Before Love by lomonaaeren - 13k - M
“That’s one of the meanings of peace, he thinks, as Hermione hugs him...That he can do things slowly, softly, without worrying that they won’t be there tomorrow.” --andromeda taking harry under her wing and harry finding solace in teddy. narcissa and draco showing up and the tentative relationships that slowly develop in the quiet calm of andromeda’s house. found families and kisses in the snow and special xmas gifts ugh what’s not to love
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The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy - 35k - M
“I want this to be a house where people are welcome, where they don’t have to be any one way or another” --in which harry collects lost things--owls, best friends, inept bakers, potions experimenters--and turns the mausoleum that is grimmauld place into a home. feat. your fave drarry tropes like shared-beds and reluctant waltzing partners.
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[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]
#drarry fic rec#drarry fic#soft drarry#OK FINE I RAMBLED BUT WHAT DID WE EXPECT#alexa play futile devices
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The Promise Ring
Summary: Some promises are broken, some promises remain intact, and new promises are made.
Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre & Rating: Angst, Smut, Hint of Fluff, 18+
Warnings: oral (m. recieving), somewhat dom!jungkook (he’s actually a big softie) sub!reader, hairpulling, mentions of jealousy, overstimulation, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex (pls pls pls stay safe guys!)
Length: 4.2k
Notes: I apologize that the first fic I post in months is so terrible (it highkey feels like it’s all over the place but that’s okay!) If you somehow enjoy this... please let me know! I’m still kinda in hiatus bc of school btw :(
{Requests are closed}
Kay-Diggle’s Ultimate Masterlist
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“It’s so pretty out here tonight,” you commented on the beautiful scenery in front of you. You were laid across your boyfriend’s lap while he leaned back, both taking in the view.
For your four year anniversary, Jungkook took you out to a clearing that overlooks the city. You had a late night picnic, eating your favorite foods while sharing some of your favorite memories from the past four years you’ve been together.
“Yea… but you’re prettier.”
“Ugh, corrrnnyyyy,” you whined despite feeling yourself begin to blush.
“Yea, but you love it,” he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “And I think this is the perfect time to give you your anniversary gift babe!”
“No! I definitely told you I did not want a gift this year.”
“Well that is definitely too bad because I got you one anyways,” he countered, playful as ever.
He sat up, reaching into the pocket of his jeans. It was hard to see since it was dark outside, but when you clearly saw the velvet black box, you felt a rush of all different types of emotions exploding within you. Upon seeing your shocked face, he stupidly grinned before opening the box, confirming your suspicions about what was inside.
“Jungkook….” your jaw dropped as you looked at the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen.
“Y/n,” his hand found yours, “I love you so much baby. These past four years have been…. just, so amazing that it’s kind of hard to put into words, ya know? But the one thing I can tell you for sure is that we were meant to be together. You were literally made for me -- my handcrafted destiny. And I promise you that will never change. I promise that I will never stop loving you, I’ll never hurt you. I promise you that I will never break your heart.”
Nothing could stop the way tears pooled into your eyes at his heartfelt words. You were speechless, only being able to mouth the words ‘I love you’ while Jungkook began laughing at you while wiping away your tears.
“I know what you’re thinking but it’s not that, so don’t freak out! It’s a promise ring,” he took your left hand, placing said ring on your finger.
You couldn’t even focus on his words, you just wanted to hug him. And so you did. As soon as he slipped the ring on your finger, you were wrapping him in your arms and tackling him to the ground, crying while laughing at the same time while he laughed with you.
“Did you even hear me just now?” he chuckled.
“Yes, not a proposal, but a promise ring,” you nodded.
“Okay. Just keep in mind I will ask you to marry me one day,” he smirked.
"And I, Y/n, promise you, Jungkook, that when that day does come, I'll say yes. If you would've asked me tonight I would have said yes with no hesitation."
“Well then, I can’t wait for that day, hm?”
“Yeah, me neither.”
And that night, the two of you made love outside, underneath the stars.
Now
When you walked into the room you felt your stomach drop. Seeing your ex-boyfriend’s face months after the worst break up you’ve ever had instead of his best friend who you were planning to meet up with was not what you were expecting when you opened the door.
“You’re not Namjoon,” a deep frown set on your face.
“I know. I asked him to get you here. Y/n, please… just hear me out.”
“No Jungkook,” you shook your head. “I believe you said enough the last time we saw each other, yea?”
You turned, placing your hand on the doorknob and turning it. Before you could fully open it, you felt a force push it back closed with Jungkook’s strong presence behind you, his hand pressed against the door above your head.
“Y/n. Stay.”
He whispered it in your ear and although he said it in a commanding voice, his voice was strained almost as if he was begging. You stood completely still for a moment, your heart and mind battling against each other even though you already knew their fight was pointless. In the end, your heart always made you cave.
You turned to face him, realizing that you were completely trapped between him and the door, you quickly became uncomfortable. Fuck your stupid heart for not being able to resisit the man who broke it.
“What do you want?”
“I miss you.”
You scoffed at that.
“Well that’s something you could have communicated over the phone rather than creating this whole elaborate plan with Namjoon and getting him to lure me all the way to this hotel.”
“You realize that you blocked me… on everything, right? I can’t communicate anything to you,” he rolled his eyes.
“Yes, I realize that. And I did that for a reason. What part of ‘I never want to hear from you or see you again’ did you not understand from when we broke up?”
“Oh I understood that shit perfectly and I still think it’s fucking bogus.”
“Yea of fucking course you would. You know that was always your problem. You never see things from my point of view.”
“Oh and what point of view would that be? Starting arguments over nothing because you’re bored to the point where we had to actually BREAK UP?”
“Bored Jungkook? Really? I assure you that if I was really bored I would’ve found better ways of occupying my time than arguing with your ass over the same shit.”
“Oh get real Y/n.”
“No, you get real!! Your head is so far up your fucking ass that eight months later you still can’t see what you did wrong.”
“There’s nothing to see! I didn’t do anything!!”
“Jungkook I fucking told you on multiple occasions that I didn’t appreciate you entertaining that girl when she flirted with you! You know, the one who was only supposed to be a close FRIEND?!?”
“Jesus Christ y/n, you act as if I FUCKED her. I didn’t even flirt back!” he stepped back from you, crossing his arms under his chest.
“IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER! Do you understand how it made me feel?? How she would whisper with her friends, talk shit about OUR relationship and I just had to sit back and listen. OH but the ONE time I get drunk and flirt with Taehyung in a moment of weakness, suddenly I was the villain. Suddenly I destroyed our relationship and was all types of whores and sluts. Honestly Jungkook, you can go to hell.”
“You flirted with my BEST FRIEND y/n.. Basically offered to suck his dick. I’m sorry, was I not supposed to get angry?”
“No but I definitely wasn’t expecting you to disrespect me by calling me out of my name Jungkook!”
“I APOLOGIZED! I apologized as soon as I realized what I said. And I’ll apologize again if that’s what it’ll take to-”
“No you don’t have to do shit. I’m leaving. I can’t believe I even stayed this long. Ugh, this is my problem. I’m always too nice to people who don’t deserve my kindness,” your words came out venomous.
Jungkook bared his teeth, visibly upset before he walked towards you, forcing your body back into the wall.
“No your problem was you never wanted to fucking talk. It was ALWAYS arguing with you. EVEN NOW! I invited you here to have a conversation and look at what you started!”
“No YOU started it!” you poked your finger into his chest. “You knew exactly what would happen if we saw each other again which is exactly why you got me here under false pretenses. This is all your fault,” you screamed. “Everything. Was. Your. Fault.” you poked his chest with each word.
Jungkook grabbed the finger you kept poking him with and it made you audibly gasp. He stared down at you with a look that came across as angry but having been in this position with him before, you could also notice a slight hint of lust in his eyes.
He let go of your finger before gently pushing his palm into your chest, making your back hit the door and grabbing your wrists, holding them against the door.
“Listen. To. Me,” he spoke slowly. “I am not putting up with your attitude tonight so stop.”
“Make me.”
It was like clock work, the way the two simple words you uttered set him off. He let go of one of your wrists to wrap his hand around your neck, choking you lightly and bent down to whisper in your breath.
“Stop fucking playing with me Y/N. You already know what happens when you do that shit.”
“Hmm… well it has been eight months. Maybe you need to refresh my memory?” you challenged.
Jungkook grunted out of frustration before tightening his grip on your throat and kissing you. The kiss was rushed and furious, much different than the ones you’ve shared with him in the past. No matter how upset he was with you, his lips were always gentle on your skin, but this was completely different. He forced his tongue into your mouth and bit on your lips so hard you were worried he would draw blood.
His other hand let go of your wrist, trailing it up your thigh to squeezing your waist and ultimately groping your ass while giving your lips a break to attack the sweet spots on your neck instead.
“Fuck….” you moaned out when his hand began squeezing your breasts, brushing against your hard nipples.
“You like when I play with your tits?”
“Nope,” you spit out. “You’re barely doing anything for me right now.”
“Hmm well you wanna know what I like? When you can’t talk. How about we shut you up.”
He shrugged off his jacket, placing it on the floor before pushing you to your knees. Having been in this position before, you reacted automatically, rubbing his length through his pants a little. You unbuckled his belt and undid his pants before pulling them and his boxers down just enough to reveal his semi hard dick. After finally seeing it again after months, it would be a lie to say you didn��t miss it.
“Suck. Now.”
At his command, you looked up at him while wrapping your hand around his base, letting spit drip from your mouth onto him to make him wet. You moved your hand up and down his length a bit before finally taking him into your mouth, You let your tongue run on the underside of his dick from base to tip before wrapping your lips around his tip and lightly sucking, just like you knew he liked. You looked up at him, covering your teeth with your lips and taking his length further in your throat. One of his hands found purchase in your hair, guiding you up and down his length while his other was spread against the door as if using it to hold himself up. You felt him twitch in your mouth before there was a knock at the door.
“Jungkook? Y/n? I just came to make sure you guys didn’t kill each other in here,” Namjoon joked wearily.
“Yup! All good,” came Jungkook’s hasty response when he felt you take in his length completely, deepthroating him.
“I see you’re acting out for Namjoon,” he whispered looking down at your teasing face before using your hair to push you further down and hold you there.
After a few seconds he let you up, coughing up spit while gasping for air loud enough that Namjoon could hear.
“Jungkook what was that? Where’s y/n?”
“She’s here. She’s fine. We’re working it out. Bye Namjoon!” Jungkook made you go back to sucking his cock after letting you get a few breaths.
“Maybe I should come in and mediate….” Namjoon contemplated, completely unaware of what was happening on the other side of the room.
“Unless you want to see her choking on my dick, maybe now is not the best time Namjoon,” Jungkook was starting to get annoyed.
“Oh… in that case.. I’ll just get going I guess…. Glad to hear you two are.. Working it out?” Both you and Jungkook could hear Namjoon taking off in the opposite direction of the room. It made you giggle a little bit, vibrating against Jungkook’s cock. Nearly cumming down your throat at the feeling, he slapped his hand against the door before using your hair to pull your mouth off of him.
His hand wrapped around your arm, pulling your body back into a standing position before capturing your lips in a heated kiss again.
“Fucking Namjoon….” Jungkook trailed off, his hands now exploring your body again. “And why the fuck were you coming to see Namjoon dressed like this?” He asked, referring to the tiny black dress you were wearing that barely covered your ass.
You replied with the most petty thing you could think of. “I don’t know. Maybe it was so that I could finally fuck one of your best friends, like I was accused of doing.”
Jungkook gritted his teeth, yet again visibly annoyed with you. “And how should I fuck you fuck, hm? Should I fuck you against the door? Make you scream my name? Make sure everyone in this hotel knows how much you’ve fucking missed me?”
His fingers traveled under your dress and pulled your soaked panties to the side, easily slipping a finger into you and then adding another beginning to fuck you
“Ah, shit!”
“Answer the question.”
“Fuck! Yes, fuck me wherever you like”
At that, he quickly ripped your underwear off your body and pulled your dress off, wanting as much access to your bare skin as possible. He pulled the rest of his pants off as you tugged his shirt off and threw it across the room.
He pushed you completely against the door and raised one of your legs to wrap around his waist. Taking his length in his hand, he slapped it against your clit a few times, smirking at you as you whimpered at the feeling. He rubbed his length against your wet folds until you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jungkook,” you were annoyed.
“Yes?” He looked at you with a sly smile on his face.
“Just put it in!”
“Beg me first.”
“You’re so goddamn irritating.”
“Now Y/n, is that any way to talk to someone who can give you what you so desperately need?” His condescending tone of voice only worked to aggravate you further, but you not wanting to waste anymore time, you gave in.
“Please Jungkook! Please fuck me. I can’t wait anymore, it’s been too long. Please i- I need you!”
He pressed your waist further into the door before finally sliding inside of you.
“I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth that isn’t you begging or my name,” he whispered in your ear as he began to fuck you, his movements made easier by your wetness. “No talking back.” Hard Thrust. “No smart ass comments.” Hard thrust. “Nothing.”
When he began pounding into you, you lost your footing, almost slipping. With a grunt, Jungkook grabbed both of your thighs, hoisting you up against the door and trapping you under his body. With this new position, he spread your legs further, now being able to go deeper within you. When you felt his tip repeatedly nudge the spongy spot within you, you let out your loudest sound yet, a combination of Jungkook’s name and a moan. He apparently thought it was too loud because he covered your mouth with the palm.
“Be quiet” he whispered in your ear harshly.
You wrapped your hand around his wrist, moving his palm so that you could speak. “‘I’m sorry, it’s just so good, ugh fuck.”
“Yea, bubby? Did you miss me fucking this tight pussy? Missed me pounding into you just the way you like?”
The cute pet name he used to call you when you were in a relationship completely flew over your head. The only thing you could focus on was the way his cock felt sliding against your walls, throbbing inside of you.
“God, please! Please make me cum.”
“You wanna cum? You missed cumming all over my cock right?”
“Fuck yes! God,” you cried out when he went harder, your body banging into the door with every thrust.
Jungkook was too busy holding your body up so he could fuck you properly, so you one of the hands that was gripping his shoulders down to your throbbing clit, rubbing it so that you could bring yourself to your end. Jungkook’s eyes traveled down to where your fingers were working, biting his lip at the sight.
“Mmhmm, yes bubby. Rub that little pretty clit of yours. Are you gonna make yourself cum, hmm? Be a good girl for once and make yourself cum for me?”
“Yes.. yes, I’m gonna cum so hard Jungkook, just for you! Ahhh, fucckkkk” You were spewing so many words in your moment of bliss that you couldn’t even recall what you were saying.Your legs trembled while your hands wrapped around Jungkook’s wrist as he fucked you through your high. Your entire body felt overwhelmed as you came, especially when Jungkook kissed you while you were still shaking all over his dick, making it even harder for you to breathe.
Disconnecting your lips so you could both catch a breath, jungkook asked “You came so hard, can you take more?”
“Yes. Please, I need more.” Jungkook could see in your eyes how fucked out you were. The look you gave him had his cock throbbing so hard that he felt he could cum in that exact moment.
He carried your limp body to the bed on the other side of the room, placing you down on the edge and instructing you to move up towards the headboard, holding back a laugh as he watched you struggle to crawl with your worn out legs.
He joined you on the bed, sitting on his knees between your spread legs, touching himself at the sight of your post-orgasm face and glistening wetness. Watching him bite his lip and touch himself while looking you dead in the eye had your worn out pussy whimpering for him again, demanding more, and you couldn’t wait. You wrapped your legs around his waist, prompting him to hover over you, hands right beside your head to hold himself up.
“Do you want it?”
You quickly nodded your head.
“Words, bubby.”
“Yes Jungkook.”
And then you both watched as he slid his length back inside of your cavern. Compared to his fast and rough thrust earlier, these were slower and more calculated. He was grinding into you in a way where you could feel his pelvis brush against your clit every time he moved deeper into you. You cried out to him again from the overstimulation.
“You okay y/n?” he questioned, not stopping his movements.
“Yea, just sensitive. Please don’t stop,” you begged,
“I promise I won’t. I don’t ever want to stop….”
You couldn’t focus on his words while he moved inside you. All you could do is let the moans roll out of your mouth that hung wide open. And all Jungkook could do was watch, thinking about how much he missed this. How much he missed you.
He lowered his body so that he was basically laying on top of you, one hand gripping your waist while the other gripped the sheet next to your head. He rolled his hips into you at a faster pace and you couldn’t help but fling your arms around him, holding on tight. He dropped his forehead to yours and you finally looked at him, really looked at him without the lust clouding your eyes. You were still able to read him the same way you always could. You finally noticed the drop in his earlier dominant persona and how he became softer with the way he touched you.
You felt his love radiating through you. He was making love to you.
“Fuck y/n, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Jungkook … please, please don’t. Please just fuck me,” you begged. You couldn’t do this. You weren’t ready to face your feelings.
“I can’t just fuck you. I want more. I want you.” Both of his hands found their way to yours, locking your fingers together while looking each other in the eye. “I only want you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I love you, bubby. I’ve never stopped… ugh, I promised I never would.”
His sudden confession made all of the emotions you thought you had locked away for the past eight months come back. You were crying. You were sobbing under the guise of pleasure.. It was all too bittersweet. Jungkook was simultaneously making your body feel good but your heart feel so sad.
You couldn’t speak. You didn’t have the words. You just clamped your walls around him, pushing you both towards your climaxes. He squeezed your hands when he felt his balls tighten and cock throb, kissing you and groaning against your mouth as he came inside of you. He left open mouthed kisses on your face and down your body. This time, it was his fingers on your clit that brought you to your second end, all while whispering sweet, meaningful words in your ear about how beautiful you were and how much he misses you. It made your orgasm more intense, your feelings overriding your senses as you spasmed around his now soft cock inside of you.
When he finally pulled out, he kissed you deeply for only a second, hugging your body closer to his and wiping your tears away as you both tried to catch your breath yet again. When the stickiness of your lower body began to feel as heavy as your heart and to Jungkook’s dismay, you got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, taking some time to clean up and silently sob into your hand before splashing water onto your tear stained cheek. You weren’t prepared for what would happen when you walked out the door and faced your ex lover again, but you knew you couldn’t avoid it either.
Exiting the bathroom you saw Jungkook already dressed and you scanned the room for your clothing which was mostly by the door. Jungkook silently watched as you dressed yourself and when he saw the look on your face when you turned around, he shot out of the bed and rushed towards you.
“Marry me.”
Your jaw dropped. “Jungkook…. What? Are you insane?!?”
When he brought his hand into your line of sight, you recognized the item you threw at his chest eight months ago as you packed your bags and prepared to leave him. The cursed promise ring.
“Do you remember when I gave this to you? I promised you that one day I would ask you to marry me. Well today is that day…... Do you remember what you promised me?”
“Jungkook… “
“What did you promise me y/n?” he was desperate.
“I promised- I promised that I would say yes when you asked,” you mumbled, eyesight being blocked by fresh tears.
“Well I’m asking,” he got down on one knee. “Y/n, will you marry me?”
“This isn’t fair,” you sobbed. “I said that when we were still together. Things have changed Jungkook.”
“Oh really? What’s changed y/n? We haven’t been together for a few months, but who cares. The only thing that matters is that our feelings haven’t been affected by our time apart. And they never will be. We’re always going to be in love. I promised you that.”
Jungkook was crying himself at this point, and it broke you. Your head and heart were once again at war, but that didn’t matter. Nothing else could matter to you when the love of your life was on one knee in front of you, professing his undying love for you and asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Your heart and your mind ultimately knew that he was right. Your feelings for him never changed, and they never would. There was no point trying to fight it. And yea he might have broken a promise or two, but he was making good on them now, and that was all that mattered.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, before mumbling out a small “Yes.”
When you opened your eyes, your new fiancé looked dumbfounded with the brightest smile you had ever seen on him. He cried out in joy before coming off his knee, lifting you up in his arms and twirling you around before trapping your face in his hands and kissing you as if his life depended on it. You couldn’t help but laugh as you wiped both his and your own tears away.
“Was this your whole plan? To propose to me tonight?”
“It was,” he grinned. “Now that I know what my life is like without you in it, I’m never letting you go again. And that’s a promise.”
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pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader
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Kirishima Eijirou was a perfect gentleman. He bought you flowers, he opened doors for you, he gave the sweetest goodnight kisses, he ate you out so good he had you seeing stars. You had the biggest, fattest crush on him, and you would be embarrassed about it if it weren’t for the fact that it seemed, at least for the most part, to be reciprocated.
The problem was Kirishima never let you touch him.
Whenever the two of you ended up in bed together, with the door firmly locked behind you, Kirishima insisted on sliding under the blankets and eating you out so enthusiastically he had your legs shaking in no time. It’s not like you would ever complain about that, but it definitely bothered you that he was never up for doing anything else. You would see the blanket shifting around as he jerked himself off furiously under the sheets as he tongue-fucked you, but whenever you tried to coax him out from beneath the sheets you were turned down with a soft, apologetic little smile.
You figured it must have something to do with his apparent commitment issues. Everytime you brought up the possibility of being a couple, or anything more than what you currently were (which, tragically, was nothing; just two friends occasionally getting hot and heavy) he brushed you off or changed the subject with a beautifully sunny smile and a laugh, so bright and cheery that you were successfully diverted every single time.
And it was fine, really. You liked Kirishima a lot, so you were totally willing to put up with a few odd idiosyncrasies. And okay, sure, if you were being totally honest with yourself, of course you wanted to be more than friends that flirt and kiss and mess around a bit. You couldn’t even technically call each other fuck buddies because he wouldn’t fuck you. But he was so sweet, and so handsome and kind and his tongue was so so good, that you would take whatever you could get from him.
At least, that was until one afternoon.
April had brought with it blue skies and sun showers and warm breezes, and as the weather begins to improve your friends take to lounging out the front of the apartment complex. After graduating, renting places in the same neighbourhood just seemed like the next logical step. On days like this, where you all come together just to chill out in front of the complex, it seems like the best idea in the world. As you watch Kirishima chase Kaminari around the lawn, the two of them howling with laughter, something a little wistful twists in your stomach. It’s a familiar feeling, easy enough to shove away normally, but today for some reason you just feel… melancholy.
Maybe that’s why you do something you would never normally do. You turn to Bakugou, who’s aggressively chewing on candy as though it insulted his mother, and say, “Hey, um. Does Kirishima… does Kirishima ever talk about me?”
Bakugou’s jaw stills, and he turns his head very slowly to look at you. He looks mildly disbelieving, which is understandable. The two of you get along just fine, but you’ve never asked him anything personal before. “Why the fuck are you asking me that?” he demands through a mouthful of half-chewed toffee.
You shrug jerkily, suddenly mortified. Why are you asking something like that of Bakugou, of all people? “Never mind.” you say quickly, praying that he’ll just let it go and you can both move on and forget that you had ever asked such an embarrassing question.
A silence stretches between the two of you, long and taut, broken only by Mina giggling as she shows Sero something on her phone a few metres away. You could curse yourself for making things awkward between the two of you when you had been on relatively good terms, but then Bakugou turns to look at you so abruptly that you startle a little. “Look,” he says, jaw working absently as he chews his candy. “He likes you just fine, okay. Why aren’t you having this conversation with him, huh?”
You can’t quite meet Bakugou’s eyes. You don’t know how he can be so forthright all the time. “Um. I’ve tried, but he always changes the subject.”
Bakugou swears softly, glaring out across the lawn at Kirishima as he chases Kaminari, throwing grapes at his back. “I ain’t a relationship counsellor, okay? I get that it must be hard that he doesn’t cum when he’s with you or whatever, but you seriously need to work that out with him. What am I meant to do about it?”
“Right,” you wince, your body hot with embarrassment. Your mind sticks on something he just said though, and you turn back slowly to frown at him. “He… he doesn’t cum?”
“Hah?” Bakugou scowls at you, clearly annoyed that you’re still having this conversation. You’re not about to let up though, because you hadn’t known that.
“I-I didn’t realise that he didn’t-?” you trail off, mortified and horrified in equal measures. You had assumed all those times that he was jerking off under the sheets that he was getting himself off but just didn’t want you to see. You had never questioned the lack of mess because as soon as you were done he always left for the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with damp towels to clean you up with -- you had assumed he cleaned himself up in those moments of absence. How the fuck had you never noticed? Why did Bakugou know when you didn’t? Oh god, had he and Kirishima talked about this?
Bakugou’s expression shifts as he apparently realises that he had just revealed something you hadn’t been aware of. “Oh.” he says, and his annoyance seems to have evaporated, only to be replaced by an intense discomfort. “Well. It’s not that big a deal, or whatever. I’m sure he still, uh, enjoys himself- fucking hell, can we stop talking about this?”
“Yeah.” you say a little numbly. You feel so stupid. Why had he never said anything to you? You had been under the assumption that he liked you back, but maybe you were totally mistaken. Maybe seeing your naked body turned him off to the point that he couldn’t actually cum even if hidden under the sheets and not looking at you. Maybe he never actually wanted to do any of that with you in the first place. There’s a stinging pressure building in the back of your eyes, and you have to look down at your lap and blink hard to stop yourself from doing something stupid like bursting into tears in front of Bakgou -- you don’t think either of you would live that down. “Uh. I think I’m gonna head up to my room, I’m really tired.”
Bakugou’s eyes widened a little, “Wait, are you-”
“I’ll see you later,” you smile and try to keep your voice as normal as possible, but even you can hear how forced you sound. You stand quickly and brush yourself off before heading back inside; you have to consciously slow your pace so that it doesn’t look like you’re running away, because you really don’t put it past Bakugou not to chase you down for cutting him off like that.
You bump into Jirou on the stairs and babble out an apology, escaping back upstairs to your apartment before she can ask you if you’re okay. The last thing you need is an audience for your imminent breakdown, but thankfully you don’t see a single other person on the way to your place. You shut the door to your room tight and lean your forehead against it to take a deep breath. It doesn’t do much to calm you down, so you turn and make a beeline straight for the bed. Throwing yourself dramatically on top of your bed covers feels a little cathartic, so you allow yourself the luxury of being dramatic as you bury your face into your arms and sigh.
God, you wish Kirishima would have just talked to you instead of grinning that stupidly bright smile of his and changing the subject anytime you tried to talk or ask about the thing the two of you had together. At least then you would have been able to deal with any upset that may have been caused by that conversation by yourself, and you wouldn’t have had to get all upset in front of one of Kirishima’s best friends. God, how were you ever gonna look at Bakugou again?
You know that stewing by yourself like this isn’t going to help sort this situation out, but you just can’t find the energy to start thinking about what you’re going to do next. You don’t want to start thinking about that at all. You just need some time to yourself, just a little while to relax and breathe and just not think because if you start thinking you’re pretty sure you’re going to cry. You feel impossibly stupid.
When you hear a knock coming from the door, you want to bang your head off the wall. You can’t imagine anything worse than having to talk to someone and pretend that everything is fine right now.
“Y/N? Hey, is everything alright? Bakugou said you ran off.”
Aw, shit. Maybe you can imagine something worse.
You sit up sharply, staring at the door. This was so typical. Of all the people in the building, Kirishima is the last person you want to talk to right now. So of course it stands to reason that he would be the one to follow you straight to your apartment. “Everything’s fine,” you call back quickly, trying hard to sound like you meant it, “Hey, I’m just tired right now. Can we talk later?”
“Bakugou said you were upset.”
That traitor. You clench your jaw and scowl at the wall. “I’m-”
“I’m coming in, okay?”
“Wha-?” you stand up quickly, but Kirishima is already coming in and closing the door behind him. “Kirishima, I don’t-”
“Okay look, Bakugou said you were upset with me and I’m really, really sorry,” Kirishima blurts quickly, hands up in the air as if he’s being held at gunpoint, “He’s actually pretty annoyed at me right now, but he’s right, and-”
“I’m not-” you start, then pause to gather your thoughts. Bakugou was right, especially when he said you had to talk. And it was important this time that you didn’t let Kirishima divert you like he had been doing. “It’s not that I’m upset with you. Not really. I just- what are we even doing?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, so softly that it’s almost a whisper.
“I-” you swallow hard, brace yourself, “I really like you. I like spending time with you, and I’ve told you, or at least tried to, that I’d really like to, well, be- um, be more than whatever this is. And obviously I would totally get if you don’t want that, a relationship and stuff, but I want you to just tell me! Just say it, instead of changing the subject.”
“Wait, baby, please.” Kirishima steps forward quickly and stops just short of touching you, a bare few inches between you. “I like you so much, I never wanted you to feel this way. I just- it’s difficult to explain-”
“Do you...” you start to say, then sigh. You can’t believe you’re actually going to ask this, because it makes you sound so desperate, but you really need to hear him say it, “Do you not find me attractive?”
Kirishima makes a startled choking sound, “Wha-? Are you kidding? I find you so attractive! You’re so pretty, and your body is- is really nice, why would you think-”
“You never look at me when we’re in bed and-” you start fidgeting, horribly awkward. “I just want to be able to touch you.”
Kirishima steps forward, closing the distance between you and dropping to one knee. “Baby, I’ll do whatever you want,” he says, his hands coming to rest on your hips as his thumbs stroke circles into your skin. “You want me to touch you?”
“No.” you squeeze your eyes shut in frustration, realising that he had misunderstood. “I mean. Bakugou told me that you never cum when we’re together.”
When you open your eyes again, you see that Kirishima has gone stock still. His mouth is a little open, and you can see his throat working as he seems to fight for something to say. Very slowly, he gets back to his feet. “He shouldn’t have said that.”
You stare at him, at a loss. “Is it because-” you start, then trail off as you realise that you don’t even know what you’re trying to ask. You just want him to start talking so that you can stop asking all these stupid questions. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, you only have to say so, I would never pressure you into-”
“No!” Kirishima blurts, jolting forward. The suddenness of the movement seems to startle the both of you, but Kirishima recovers faster. “God, no, that’s not what this is!”
“Then, why?” you whisper, thoroughly confused. You had hoped that talking it out would help get some answers, but if anything you’re even more confused and insecure than you had been before he came to your room. “Did I- I mean, if I’m doing something that’s-”
“It’s not you.” Kirishima interrupts, covering his eyes with one of his large palms and leaning away from you. His hand is trembling a little, almost imperceptibly. “It’s not you. It’s me.”
The statement hangs in the air between the two of you like it’s a tangible presence. You stare hard at Kirishima, but he doesn’t remove his hand from his face. He looks a bit like he’s going to be sick. “What do you mean?” you ask quietly.
You’re guessing that this is where you get the ‘You’re great and all but I’m just not ready for a relationship. It’s got nothing to do with you though, I need to work through my own stuff’ sort of speech, and you have to brace yourself for it. Instead, Kirishima says something that you had not prepared yourself to hear in the slightest.
“I’m sorry.” you say, a little bewildered. You’re certain that you heard that wrong. “Could you- could you say that again?”
A flush has begun to crawl steadily across Kirishima’s face, made all the more prominent by the contrast of his hand pressed to his eyes. His ears are so red that they blend right into his hair. “I said,” he says, then takes an inhale, “That you’ll break up with me if you see my dick.”
You don’t actually know how to begin replying to that. For one, breaking up would require you to be in a relationship, which is something that he has been avoiding for a while now. You decide to address the bigger problem first. “Why would I want to break up because of your dick? Why would you even think that? Do you think I’m that shallow?”
“It’s got nothing to do with you being shallow,” Kirishima says slowly. You get the impression that he’s measuring his words, and his uncharacteristic reticence has you on edge. “It’s just that- I’m not, well, normal.”
You stare at him, a little taken aback. Kirishima had always had some issues with self-confidence, ever since middle school, but you’d always thought he’d worked through that in UA. You had never heard him talk about himself like this. “What’s that supposed to mean? Eijirou, lots of people are self-conscious about what they have going on downstairs. It doesn’t mean-”
“No, you don’t get it,” he interrupts. His hands have started twisting up the hem of his shirt, wringing it out and wrinkling the material. He’s frowning, and clearly starting to get agitated. “It’s not that I’m self-conscious about it- well, I am self-conscious about it, I guess, but it’s for a reason! I mean it, it’s not exactly… standard.”
Your face scrunches up in a frown before you can stop it. Not standard? “You’re worried it’s too small?” You guess. Your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, where he’s subconsciously folded his hands. “Too big?”
“Um.” Kirishima lets out a nervous little laugh, several octaves higher than normal. “Yeah, I guess. It’s… it looks weird.”
“Eijirou,” your voice is soft now, most of your frustration melted away by the sight of Kirishima’s anxious fidgeting, “We live in a world where physical mutations are the norm; you really don’t have anything to worry about.” You pause for a moment, but Kirishima doesn’t respond immediately. The silence builds, until you try to break it with a light-hearted, “How weird can it be, really?”
Kirishima’s throat works as he swallows hard, but he’s nodding so you at least know that he’s listening. When he does speak, his voice is so low that you have to lean closer to him to catch what he’s saying. “I just don’t want to ruin this.”
Your heart twists, and the last of your frustration straight up disappears. You take a breath to steady yourself, then step forward and place your hands gently on his chest. A tremor works its way up his spine at your touch, but you don’t remark on it. “Kirishima.” you say firmly, and when he looks up and makes eye contact you try to keep your gaze as strict as possible. “You really have no idea how much I like you, do you? God, I like you so much, it’s stupid. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. I mean, even if you never wanted to have sex I would understand, so long as you talked to me about it. Your dick is not gonna stop me from liking you, idiot.”
The fear of rejection is still plain to see on Kirishima’s face, but there’s something lurking just underneath that looks like hope. “I’ve never… I’ve never been with anyone like that.”
“You haven’t?” you ask, genuinely surprised. Not only is Kirishima perfectly sweet, he’s also extremely attractive. As an up-and-coming sidekick in Fatgum’s hero agency, you knew that he had no shortage of admirers. Even before that, in UA, you knew there were always people who had their eyes on him. He was so bright, he was hard to miss.
He laughs, scrubbing at his eyes with his knuckles. “Uh, no. I mean, I’m not totally inexperienced. I mean, I’ve done oral and stuff, and I think I’m actually pretty good at it-”
“You are definitely pretty good at it,” you chime in, nodding and trying not to laugh at the flush crawling up his neck.
“I enjoy it, too!” he says quickly, as though trying to reassure you, “I enjoy it a lot. But I’ve never- I mean, no one’s ever touched me like that.” You feel your mouth drop open in honest shock. A little part of you couldn’t help but feel reassured that it wasn’t you he had a problem with, but that was mostly drowned out by surprise. Kirishima rushes on before you can speak, as though trying to say his piece before he runs out of steam, “It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that it’s never seemed worth the fallout. Especially with you. I’m happy with being with you in whatever way I can, and I don’t want my stupid dick to scare you off or-”
“Oh my god, Kirishima, stop,” you say, and this time you really can’t hold back your laugh. “Your stupid dick isn’t going to scare me off. God, I can’t believe this is why you never let me touch you.” you step closer and press a soft, close-mouthed kiss to his lips. You hadn’t realised just how tense Kirishima was until he relaxed a little into your touch, the stiffness in his shoulders easing out as he sighed into the kiss. You pull back just a little, just enough that you can give him a cheeky smile. “Want me to give you your first blowjob?”
Kirishima’s whole body tenses right back up as his eyes shoot wide in surprise. “What?” he squeaks out, his ears turning scarlet.
You take his hand in yours and tangle your fingers together, before tugging him gently towards the bed. “I want to,” you assure him quietly, “No matter what your dick looks like, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” Kirishima says as he sits at the edge of the bed. He’s breathing a little faster now, either from excitement or nerves. You’re guessing it’s a bit of both, because he’s clinging on tight to your hand even though he looks like he’s about to bolt. When you hook your fingers around the waistband of his shorts, he catches one of your wrists with his free hand. “If you- you know, if you change your mind after seeing it, just know that I won’t be mad or anything.”
He’s so quiet and earnest that you feel your heart melt a little looking at his nervously hopeful eyes. You take your hand back and climb onto his lap, pushing your fingers into his wild mop of hair. It’s the first time you’ve ever been close with him like this -- usually he would give you a sweet, gentle kiss and then dive between your legs, always keeping a frustrating amount of distance between your lower halves. This time though, he doesn’t try to divert you away. His hands grip your hips tight, and he leans his head into your touch. “I wish you would stop expecting me to push you away.” you murmur into the side of his neck, peppering little kisses into his skin. Kirishima lets out the smallest, choked off sounding whine at that, and tilts his head so that the long line of his throat is exposed. You take the hint, and start trailing kisses all along the soft skin at the base of his neck. “I told you, and I meant it; I want to be with you.”
Strong arms wind their way around your back and pull you close until you’re sat right over Kirishima’s crotch. You don’t even think it was intentional on Kirishima’s part, but you won’t pass up the opportunity when it presents itself to you. His shorts are bulging a little right in the centre where he’s starting to get hard, and you lower yourself down so that you’re grinding over him. He gasps at the contact, and his hips jerk up into you. “Oh, shit. I want you, so badly.” he gasps, his forehead dropping down to rest on your shoulder.
You have to admit, what you can feel through his shorts is… intimidating. ‘Yeah, I guess,’ he had said when you asked him if he was worried about his dick being too big. Judging by what you could feel pressing against you, that was a massive understatement, and he was only half-hard. You ghost your hands down over his sides, feeling his ribs expand with his breaths, sliding down until your hands reach the waistband of his shorts again. You push them down over his hips, and he lifts himself up to help you, and then he’s just in his impressively tented jockstrap. You smile reassuringly at him as you tug down the jockstrap, and then his cock springs free of the waistband and you pause.
“Oh.” you breathe.
“I know that it’s-” Kirishima begins to visibly panic, his hand reflexively shooting down to try and cover himself as he tries to sit up.
“It’s okay.” you say quickly, recovering from your surprise as quickly as possible. You still feel a little off-kilter as you slide off his lap to your knees in front of him. You know that you’re staring at his cock wide-eyed, but you can’t quite help yourself. It’s… well. It’s definitely not standard.
You reach out, your hand hovering uncertainly over his cock because you barely know how to begin. It’s thicker than a soda can, and long. Delicate ridges and swirls decorate the underside, with a series of bumps along the top. When you finally do grasp him in your hand, you’re rewarded with a barely stifled gasp and a hot spurt of precum that dribbles down his cockhead to your fingers. You use both your hands to explore his length, fingers trailing over all those strange ridges. The bumps along the top are apparently sensitive, because when you rub your thumbs over them Kirishima gasps and his hips thrust gracelessly into the air.
“Sorry!” he blurts as his cock dribbles even more precum. There’s so much of it that it looks like you actually used lube or something to slick up his cock, but you guess that this must be normal for him because he just looks embarrassed. “I- it’s sensitive, I guess, um- I usually put down a towel, because I tend to get, uh, messy.”
The way he says that and the connotations of it has your thighs squeezing together, and you take a deep inhale through your nose. It’s unexpectedly hot. “Gotcha.” you smile at him, trying to put him at ease as you return your attention back to his dick. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if you make a mess.”
“Oh, shit. Uh, okay.” Kirishima says, and his breathing has gotten noticeably heavier now. He’s almost panting as he leans back on his elbows, craning his neck so he can get a look at what you’re doing. There’s a curious swell around the base of his cock that just seems to be growing. One of your hands travels down to it curiously, splaying over it and then rubbing it at it experimentally. His hips rock forward sharply, a huff of breath leaving him as he grunts a muted, “Fuck!”
The precum is oozing almost continuously now, spilling over with nearly every stroke, and your rubbing at the swollen base seems to be pushing even more out. It’s obscene, the copious amount of it and the way it’s stringing down onto your hands. If this is the amount of precum he produces, you can hardly imagine the amount of cum he’s going to produce. You wonder if ‘messy’ is another understatement.
You finally lean forward and lick an experimental stripe up the underside of his cock, lapping at the ridges and swirls. The moan that’s ripped out of him is needy and so desperate -- his stomach muscles are tensed with the effort he’s putting in to keep from rocking into your mouth, but his cheeks are flushed and his own mouth is lolling open, his eyes squeezed shut. You take that as your cue to take all of him in your mouth as best as you can, suckling at the tip before swallowing him down. You get about halfway before you have to pull back and try again. Your mouth is stretched obscenely wide around the girth of him, and you swear you can feel the weight of his dick pulsing on your tongue.
“Oh god, oh baby, oh Y/N,” Kirishima is babbling nonsensically, his head thrown as his hips make the sweetest little aborted rocking motions, like he wants nothing more than to let go but is trying his best to restrain himself for your sake. “Feels so good.”
You suck him as best as you can, but your jaw is starting to ache from being hinged so wide. You alternate between stroking his length and suckling on the head of his dick, tracing the swirls and squeezing the bottom. The swell at the base of his cock has engorged even further, and you prod at it curiously with one hand as you work his length with the other. It’s firm but oddly spongey, and everytime you poke at it Kirishima’s whole cock twitches.
When he gasps out your name you pull back and look up at him. He’s trembling, his shirt rucked up past his bellybutton and his gaze fixed unwaveringly on you. “You okay?” you ask softly, rubbing your thumb along one of the ridges under the head of his dick.
“Yeah,” he breathes, reaching down to cup your face. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, and you realise that a string of saliva and precum is dripping down your chin. “But if you keep going I’m gonna cum.”
“Isn’t that kind of the point?” you laugh, and press a kiss right on his slit. His hips twitch and you dodge backwards just in time to avoid him taking your eye out with his hard on.
“Sorry!” he looks mortified, and you can’t help but find his nervous fumbling absolutely adorable.
“Don’t worry about it.” you smile as you kiss your way down his shaft, prepared now for the intermittent jerking of his hips. You get to that swollen part at the base and place your mouth right at the bottom of his cock, before wrapping your lips around it to the best of your ability and sucking.
You had guessed that this swollen area was sensitive thanks to his reactions earlier, but you’re not quite prepared for the shout he lets out or the way his hand grabs onto the side of your head as he damn near rides your mouth. You’re totally startled by the reaction, but given the amount of times that you’ve done the same to his mouth you’re only too happy to indulge him. Plus, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen Kirishima fall apart like this. His cock is dribbling precum at a rapid rate the more excited he gets, and thick strings of it are pouring onto your cheeks. You think you should probably feel a little grossed out, but seeing Kirishima open-mouthed and panting as he rides your face like he’s hasn’t got a single other thought in his mind has you so turned on that your panties are getting sticky and uncomfortable between your legs. You stick your own hand between your legs to try and relieve yourself of some of the heat coiling up in your stomach, but the way that Kirishima’s rutting into your face throws off your coordination.
“Oh god, please, baby, please, put it back in your mouth, I’m gonna- fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum, please-” He begs, his head thrown back as he gasps.
How could you ever deny him when he pleads like that? You pull your head out of his grasp and sink your mouth back down on his cock, and then you just hold there and breathe as steadily as you can as Kirishima’s cock throbs in your mouth. His hips spasm, pushing his cock further into your throat. It almost feels like he’s getting bigger, as if he’s growing down your throat.
Kirishima is still babbling, a steady stream of senselessness about how good you’re making him feel, how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, until he cuts himself off with a gasp of “Baby, I’m- I’m-” and then he’s silent, his mouth hanging open as his whole body strains.
You try to suck him through his orgasm, but you are utterly unprepared for the sheer quantity of cum that erupts from his dick. Despite your intentions, you have no choice but to pull off his cock, choking a little on the cum that actually managed to get up your nose. You stroke him through it, feeling dazed as you watch him cum. You know it’s dripping from your chin, running in rivulets down your face. You wonder if it’s coming out your nose.
Kirishima seems to come forever, humping into your fist and whining and moaning the whole time. When his cock finally gives its last, exhausted spurt, his body falls limp against the bed. He’s gasping for breath and staring at the ceiling, looking like his soul had been ejected from his body along with the insane amount of cum. You notice the swollen part at the base of his cock has deflated almost entirely, to the point that it’s hardly noticeable anymore.
You climb up on the bed beside him and nudge him with your knee, a little concerned. “Eijirou? You good?”
When he looks at you, there’s a goofy smile splitting his face. “I have never been so good in my whole life.” His smile freezes as he catches a proper look at your face, caught between surprise, embarrassment, and something else. He reaches out to your face and swipes his fingers through the mess on your face. “Oh god, I’m so sorry-”
“Don’t be!” you hasten to assure him, squeezing his wrists. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”
Kirishima stares at you as though he almost doesn’t believe you, but his cum is painted across your face and dripping down your chest, so he’s not in the best position to argue. “I told you I tend to get messy.” he breathes out a laugh, and then leans forward to kiss you, apparently not caring about the taste of his own ejaculate.
You hum into his mouth, your thighs clenching in excitement. “Eijirou,” you whisper into the kiss. When he pulls back, you bite your lip and smile at him, “Next time, will you fuck me?”
Kirishima inhales sharply, and his grip on your hips tightens to the point that the pressure is near bruising. “You really want that?”
“God, yes.” you blurt, shifting so that you’re straddling his stomach. You lower yourself down so that you’re grinding against his bare skin, and you can see the exact moment that he realises you’ve soaked through your panties.
He groans, and pulls at your hips to encourage you to grind against his stomach harder. “Shit, sweetheart. You don’t think it’s… kind of gross?”
“I didn’t expect the amount of cum,” you confess, wiping at your face with a helpless laugh, “But no, I don’t think it’s gross. I like it.” You whimper as Kirishima’s thumb slides over your swollen clit, the glide made smooth thanks to the slickness of your own arousal.
Kirishima is looking up at you as though you had hung the moon, and it’s hard not to get a little embarrassed under the intensity of his gaze. “Okay,” he whispers, “If you’re sure.” He glances down with a small frown, his lips twisted thoughtfully, “I don’t want to hurt you, though.”
“You won’t.” you kiss his nose, grinning as it wrinkles up under your lips. “We’ll make sure I’m stretched.” you glance over your shoulder at his still wet, softening cock. Even now, the size of it is intimidating. “And lube,” you conclude, “We’ll use lots and lots of lube.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, a smile starting to light up his face. He presses a sloppy kiss to the base of your throat, and you can feel the smile against your skin, “Yeah, okay. I’d really like that.” There’s still cum everywhere, all over your hands and chest and face and splashed across Kirishima’s legs and stomach, but he doesn’t seem to care about the mess in the slightest as he rolls the two of you over so that he’s hovering over you. The kiss he presses to one of your breasts is impossibly soft, and you tilt your head back and sigh as you feel his fingers trace over the lips of your pussy. “I’m so lucky to have you.” he whispers, then pushes himself down your body.
As his tongue flicks over your clit, you smile. It’s definitely you that’s the lucky one here.
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Kirishima’s complicated relationship with his genitalia had started in middle school. Up until that point, he had managed to remain blissfully unaware that there was any kind of abnormality in his nether regions. That changed one day in the locker rooms.
Having never paid any particular attention to what he had in his pants, Kirishima hadn’t thought anything of changing out with the rest of the boys in his class, as unabashed as any middle-schooler that hadn’t developed a sense of self-consciousness yet. He didn’t notice the whispers or stares until one of his friends nudged him hard. “Dude,” he said, glancing between Kirishima’s legs and then away, curiosity and mild revulsion mingled on his face, “What’s wrong with your thingy?”
“Wrong?” Kirishima had echoed, discomfort beginning to prickle beneath his skin. He hadn’t realised there was anything wrong with his genitals. He covered up quickly and finished getting changed, but the stares lingered.
No one said anything more about it to him, but by the end of the day rumour had spread that Kirishima was weird down there.
He had, like so many boys his age, taken to the internet to do his own research. It felt like a punch to the gut when he realised that his classmates were right -- his dick looked nothing like the dicks that all the guys in the videos he found had. There were exceptions, where the person’s genitals were affected by their quirk, but they were always full-body quirks that made it pretty obvious that what you were gonna find down below would be non-standard. His genitals didn’t match his body or his quirk, so his classmates must be right when they say that he’s weird with those grossed-out little laughs.
He learned pretty quickly to keep that part of him to himself, to change out quickly and efficiently in such a way that no one would ever see the parts of him that he’d rather keep hidden. He welcomes physical contact because he’s still an affectionate guy, but he’s always careful about the distance he allows between himself and others just in case they brush up against him accidentally and somehow feel that he’s different. When the boys in his class start excitedly talking about girls and other boys, and how nice it’d be to have a girlfriend or boyfriend, Kirishima tries to stay out of it. He doesn’t want to wonder about something like that when he knows that if someone were to find out his secret they’d be totally grossed out.
High school comes hand in hand with experimentation though, and Kirishima is lonely and touch-starved. He doesn’t want to avoid touch for the rest of his life out of fear that someone’s going to know. So he allows himself to indulge a little; he’s popular with girls in UA, a fact that surprises him. Unlike the girls in middle school, they haven’t heard the rumours that there’s something wrong with him, so they smile and chat to him and even flirt. It’s exciting and new and he allows himself to have just this -- he kisses them and he makes them feel good, and then he retreats when they look for more because he just can’t give it to them.
When he tells you all this, you could swear that you feel your heart crack right down the middle. You hadn’t realised how lonely Kirishima was, wrapped up in a self-constructed blanket of self-loathing and disgust. You knew it had taken a lot of trust for him to open up to you like he had, but you hadn’t realised just how much. It makes your chest fill with some undefinable emotion, and you just want to hold him and never let go.
You’re more determined than ever now to show him exactly how much you care about him, and exactly how much any physical anomaly doesn’t affect the way you feel in the slightest. You’ve been stretching yourself methodically and carefully every night of the week that has passed since you gave him his first blowjob in preparation to finally have sex with him. You just want him to feel good, and you don’t want him to worry about hurting you. And now, tonight, you’ve decided that you’re ready for it.
Bakugou’s the one that answers the door when you knock at their shared apartment, and his face does something funny when he sees you. He lets you in without a greeting, and yells for Kirishima as you shut the door behind you. It’s definitely a little awkward, because your last proper conversation was that day when he told you that your now boyfriend didn’t get off when you were together, but you smile and ask him how he’s doing all the same.
He just grunts at you and sprawls out on the couch, his attention fixed on his phone. You don’t try to make any further conversation, because you figure he probably won’t respond and you can hear Kirishima crashing around further down the hall anyway. You’re about to slip down the hall towards Kirishima’s room when Bakugou speaks again, surprising you. “You talked.”
You pause, confused for half a moment before the memories of your last conversation come flooding back. “Oh. Uh, yeah, we did.”
Bakugou nods, still staring at his phone. You hover uncertainly, unsure of whether you should continue to Kirishima’s room or if Bakugou had something else he wanted to say. You don’t have to wait long; Bakugou puts his phone down and turns to survey you closely. “If you’re still here, then I guess you didn’t freak out.”
“There’s nothing to freak out over.” you say defensively, thinking of how sensitive Kirishima is about his body.
“I never said there was!” Bakugou snaps back instantly. You both glare at each other, but you don’t respond further. You came here for one reason, and that reason was not to start a fight with Bakugou when your boyfriend was waiting for you in the bedroom. When Bakugou speaks again, it’s with an awkward edge to his voice. “Whatever. Just don’t be an asshole to him.”
You realise that Bakugou is just trying to look out for his friend, and the revelation that you’re receiving Bakugou’s awkward attempt at a shovel talk is enough to have you reeling. “As if I would be,” you say, “I really like him.”
“Good. Fine.” Bakugou picks his phone back up and you take that as a dismissal. You’re just about to leave when he says, “By the way, keep it the fuck down. I don’t care if you’re taking dragon dick or if it’s Shitty Hair’s first time getting his dick wet, I don’t need to hear that nasty shit.”
His crudeness has you flushing hot with embarrassment, but you don’t dignify him with a response. You slip down the hall and up to Kirishima’s bedroom, knocking softly on the door before letting yourself in.
Kirishima is in the process of trying to stuff a pile of clothes into the bottom of his wardrobe, and he slams the door shut and whirls around when he hears you come in. “Hey!” he beams at you, trying to kick aside the pair of underwear that’s stuck in the edge of the wardrobe door.
“Hey, you.” you greet him. You’re still a bit flustered from Bakugou’s comment, but you hide it as best as you can as Kirishima sweeps you up in his arms and pulls you into a sweet, close-mouthed kiss.
In the week since you blew him the first time, the two of you have alternated between your apartments and spent almost every single day together. Some days you just touched each other with your hands, other days you used your mouths on each other. You still hadn’t gotten fully used to his enormous loads of cum, but he seems at least to be getting more and more comfortable with your touch. Even now, his hands trail up your sides as he presses eagerly into you; this boldness would have been unheard of coming from him only a week ago, but neither of you are under any illusions about what the two of you are going to get up to this evening.
You wind your arms around his neck and melt into the kiss, relishing the contact and the wet slide of his lips against yours. As his hands trail from your hips to your lower back to your ass, you feel the hard press of his lower abdomen nudge against you. You pull back and grin at him, “Someone’s impatient.”
Kirishima flushes, but he doesn’t pull away or deny it. Progress. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” he confesses quietly, reaching up to nudge a flyaway tuft of hair out of your eyes.
“Yeah?” you grin, delighting in his openness. You take a small step back and look down at where his bulge is tenting the front of his sweatpants. “How long have you been like this, baby?”
“Pretty much since you texted me telling me you were thinking of coming over.” he says with a cheeky little smile, nudging his face into your neck and nipping at the skin there. “So, an hour and a half? Give or take.”
You hum as you cup his hardness through the cotton of his joggers. He groans and his hips jerk into your palm, as sensitive as ever. “Hey,” you murmur, “Wanna fuck me?”
Kirishima’s whole body twitches at that, and you swear you can feel his cock jump in his hand. “Now?” he asks, his voice gone a little hoarse from surprise and arousal.
“Unless you’d like to wait?”
“No! Now is good!” Kirishima says hastily, reaching out to hold your hips as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “God, now is so good.”
It’s really hard to hold back your laugh as you watch him scramble towards the bed, tugging you along with him. He’s excited, that much is obvious, and you really can’t blame him -- he’s gone so long thinking that he would never get to have this, that he would never be accepted like this. You want to give him everything.
His hands start fidgeting with the sheets as soon as he sits back on the bed. You straddle his lap and take his hands in yours before leaning in for a kiss, hoping to distract him from any nerves or self-doubts before they can take a hold of him. He hums happily into your mouth, squeezing one of your hands in his and using the other one to wrap around your waist and pull you closer.
“I’ve thought about sex with you so many times,” you admit when you pull away from the kiss. You reach up and stroke a line down the bridge of his nose, then push back a lock of his hair; it’s freshly washed and ungelled, lying fluffy and loose around his face. He’s looking up at you like you just hung the moon, open-mouthed and soft-eyed. It’s such a sweet look on him, and you love watching it contort into pleasure as you sink down to rub yourself against his hard on. “I want you to feel good.”
Kirishima makes a choked off whining sound in his throat as he grinds up into you. “You always make me feel good.” he says. You can feel his cock thickening and filling out against you, and judging by how clearly you can feel him, he’s foregone the usual jockstrap or protective cup he uses to try and hide his shape in his pants.
You reach down and pull at his sweatpants -- you manage to get one leg off entirely, but the other gets stuck halfway down his left thigh and you’re too impatient to keep pulling at it so you just abandon it in favour of reaching for Kirishima’s now exposed cock. You’ve gotten familiar with the thick ridges and bumps of it over the past week, familiar enough for your fingers to seek out his sensitive spots without even looking.
He moans as you touch him, and dips his hands into your pants so that he can squeeze at your ass. His grip is a little too hard, bordering on painful as he bites at your neck. He pops open the button on your pants and shoves one of his hands into your panties, rubbing at your clit with his thumb and trailing his other fingers along your slit.
You rub at the bumps along the tip of his cock, and you’re rewarded with a little squirt of precum. It dribbles down your hand and onto the sheets, and you wonder if maybe you should put down some towels to try and keep the mess contained. But Kirishima is letting out the softest little moans as he tries to rut into your hand and rub at your clit at the same time, and you decide that ruining the moment to lay down towels just isn’t worth it. A little mess is a small sacrifice to make.
When his fingers finally dip inside you, you feel his whole body tense up and still. “Baby,” he says, his voice soft and a little stunned, “You..”
“I stretched myself out before I came over,” you finish for him, pushing your hips back so that his fingers sink all the way inside of you. The lube still inside of you makes the slide effortless, and the look on Kirishima’s face is absolutely priceless. “I’m ready when you are.”
Those words elicit another little spurt of precum as Kirishima’s cock twitches in your hand. When you glance down, you see that the base of his dick is engorged and painful looking, and it only seems to be swelling. You only get to look for a moment though, because then you’re being flipped on your back and Kirishima is looming over you. “Oh, baby, oh shit,” he grits out through clenched teeth as his cock rubs up against the back of your thighs. “Are you sure you want to?”
“I want to, I want to so bad,” you promise him, kissing where you can reach on his face. You reach down and grip his cock, guiding it to your entrance, “Go slow, baby.” You’re so excited when you first feel the tip of his cock press into you that you’re not sure if the gush of wetness is from your pussy or his precum. You’re so turned on that you wonder if the amount of lube you had used was overkill, but then the length of him starts to stretch you out and you decide that yes, you absolutely did need that lube.
As soon as the tip is in, Kirishima stills over you. His head drops down, forehead making contact with your shoulder as he groans. You rock your hips experimentally, your breathing gone a little ragged as you realise that you can feel all those fleshy bumps and ridges, but Kirishima snatches at your hips instantly to still you. When he speaks, his voice is strained, “I’m not gonna last.”
Affection bubbles up in your chest as you look at his flushed face, his misty eyes. He’s practically trembling from the effort of holding back. “It’s okay,” you assure him, looping your arms over his shoulders and tracing little patterns into the skin of his back, “You don’t have to, it’s your first time. We have all the time in the world to go again and again, as many times as you want.”
Kirishima makes a garbled little noise in the back of his throat, and then he’s kissing you so sloppily and enthusiastically that drool begins to slip down your chins. It’s a little gross, but considering how much cum you’re going to be covered in soon enough you can’t be too fussy. When he pulls back, it’s so that he can look down and watch where his cock is entering you in increments.
The slow, inexorable stretch of it has your breath catching in your throat. You throw your head back on the bed and focus on keeping your breathing as steady as possible as he presses into you so, so slowly. After exploring the length of him with your mouth and hands, you knew he was big, but apparently knowing and feeling are two completely separate things. You feel like you’re being stretched impossibly wide, and when you glance down you see that he’s not even halfway in.
Kirishima pauses suddenly, his breathing coming in short pants. You think that he’s just taking a moment to collect himself, to pace himself, but he’s frowning down at where the two of you are connected. “I dont- I don’t think I’ll fit.”
“Oh, you’ll fit.” you declare, jaw set stubbornly. His dick was already partly in you, and like hell were you giving up now. “Don’t worry. Keep going, Eiji.”
“You’re so…” he groans as he edges his hips forward, rocking his cock another inch inside of you, “So tight, you feel so wet and warm inside, oh god, so good, so good.”
The stretch is starting to sting, but you’ve prepared yourself well for this and it’s not so bad that you can’t breathe through it. When he bottoms out inside you, the tip of his cock hits your cervix and your whole body jerks hard at the dull ache it sends up your spine. “Fuck!” you cry out, your hips humping back into Kirishima’s of their own accord. You can feel every damn ridge and swirl grinding against your insides, and you clamp down hard around him, gasping. “Oh, shit.”
You’ve never felt so full in your life, and Kirishima’s cock doesn’t even fit all the way inside you. You wonder if you’re about to split in two. Your thighs are splayed obscenely wide, and you can feel your own body trying to suck him in further but there’s nowhere else to go because he’s filling you up so completely. Your chest is heaving as you pant for breath -- your thoughts have turned a little muddy, but even now you can see that Kirishima has frozen, his face tucked into your neck as he shudders with deep, panting breaths. Your shoulder feels wet, and you realise that he’s drooling on you.
“Eijirou,” you groan, “Move.”
His first thrust is hesitant, exploratory. He apparently likes what he feels, because he lifts his head up so that he can look at you properly. He looks totally blissed out, his eyes a little unfocused, and his expression alone shoots a bolt of heat straight between your legs. You breathe out a curse and move your hips down and into him, trying to encourage him to fuck you properly. When he thrusts forward again, the movement is accompanied by a vulgar squelching sound, and you realise that you’re probably being filled up with his precum. The thought makes you moan quietly, tightening up around him.
Kirishima grunts and dives down so that your chests are pressed together, his arms pushing your legs up and to the side, and then suddenly he’s fucking into you for real. His moans sound like they’ve come straight out of a porn video as he shoves his cock as deep inside you as possible before pulling out and doing it again. All you can do is gasp against him as the breath is driven straight out of your lungs by his desperate humping.
His movements are nearly feral, jackhammering into you at a pace that probably should feel punishing but instead has you hiccuping out moans on every stroke. The size of him and the speed at which he’s fucking at you is overwhelming in the best possible way. He keeps gasping your name in between moans, his jaw lolling open as he pants for breath. “Oh, baby girl, you feel so good, so good for me. You like this?”
“Yes!” you wheeze, clinging to his shoulders as he rails you into the mattress. It’s better than you ever could have hoped for, and you’re nearly sobbing from the sheer sensation of it all. “Oh god, don’t stop!” You feel your abdomen drawing tight, heat beginning to build rapidly in the bottom of your belly, and you practically throw yourself down to meet his thrusts. “Please, I’m gonna cum, make me cum, Eiji!”
Kirishima practically snarls at that, his hand snaking down to your pussy even as he keeps rutting into you. His hand finds your clit and starts stroking at it hard and fast at a pace that matches his fucking. “Fuck yes, I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”
You know you’re starting to shake apart, his cock and his fingers too much for you. Your body is strung taut, your orgasm so close you can virtually taste it. As he feels you clamp down around him Kirishima lets out a whimpering moan, and with that you’re totally gone, head slamming back on the bed as you let out mindless, breathless little choking moans. It feels like your vision totally wipes out as you convulse in Kirishima’s arms, hips twitching wildly.
When the euphoria of your orgasm finally subsides, you feel so totally fucked out that you hardly know which way is up. It takes you a moment to become aware of the way Kirishima is humping into you desperately now, hunkering over you and groaning. Feeling his cock slide in and out of your over-sensitive and still twitching pussy is almost too much, and you know you won’t be able to take much more of his relentless pounding. You clench around him as tight as you can and cup his sweaty face in your hands, smiling at the open-mouthed look of pure need he’s giving you. “Are you gonna cum inside me, Eiji?”
Apparently that was the correct thing to say, because you can see the moment that he hurtles completely over the edge. He shoves his cock as deep as he can get inside you and then he’s crying out as he begins to empty himself inside you. He keeps rocking, even though his cock is crammed as far into you as it’s possible to get, and you tremble and gasp as you feel his cum spraying inside you. It feels totally filthy, and there’s so much of it that you can feel it leaking out and down your ass even though Kirishima’s cock is still plugging you up. There’s so much cum that you actually start to wonder if your birth control is going to still be effective. You almost expect it to start coming out of your ears.
It seems like he’s cumming forever, and eventually he has to pull out because you’re just too full. As soon as his gradually softening cock is pulled free, it seems like a veritable bucketload of cum streams out of you and makes a mess of the bedcovers. It’s simultaneously really gross and really, really hot, and you don’t have the energy to unpack that so you just lay back and watch as Kirishima’s cock continues to dribble cum all over his legs and your abdomen. The swollen base of his cock is deflated now, and his dick eventually gives one last twitch and then he’s finished.
He collapses on top of you, sweaty and soiled with his cum, but you don’t complain as he wraps you up in his arms and kisses your temples, murmuring soft, mindless praise into your hairline. “Are you okay?” he whispers, “Did I hurt you?”
You laugh a little, still winded. Your pussy is feeling achey from being stretched so wide, and you’re definitely going to have trouble walking tomorrow, but it’s the best kind of hurt imaginable. “You did everything just right.” you say, giving him a tired smile. “How was it?”
“If I could stay in your pussy forever, I would.” he says solemnly, the barest hint of a smile pulling at his lips.
You laugh properly at that, and roll over so that you’re lying across his chest. “Yeah? Well, I think you’ve just ruined me for all other cocks in the world. No one's ever gonna compare to how good yours feels.”
With your chin on his chest, you have a clear view of the way he flushes at your words, and the vulnerability that creeps into his expression as he looks at you. “Really?”
“I just came so hard it felt like the world was ending.” you grin at him, then press a teasing kiss to one of his pecs. “Yes, really.”
A smile breaks out on his face, toothy and dorky, as if he can’t believe his luck. “So… Would you want to do it again, maybe? Sometime?”
The smile you return is so wide it feels like it’s about to split your face. “Yeah, Eiji. Without question.”
It’s hard to kiss when you’re both grinning like total idiots, but the two of you make a valiant effort all the same. The ridiculous amount of cum painting the two of you is beginning to dry and flake off your skin, and it's definitely kind of gross but you’re so happy and sated and tired in that moment that you’re pretty sure nothing on earth could ruin the moment for you. Not even Bakugou when he comes pounding at the door and yelling obscenities in the form of noise complaints.
#NO ONE LOOK AT ME OK#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijirou x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha kirishima#kirishima scenario#dragon dick kiri
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ateez reaction to their s/o being pregnant:
he would be absolutely over the moon first of all
beaming overjoyed so thrilled
he would immediately be thinking of names as soon as he gets the news
then he would be asking you all sorts of questions
whether you’re okay, how you’re feeling, whether you need him to more
he would definitely take up more chores around the house for you
he just wants to make sure you have the most painless experience you can possibly have
and if you’re uncomfy or in pain, then he’s gonna feel the same bc it hurts to see him baby in pain :((
will be singing to your stomach every single night before you go to bed
will be playing music for the baby and holding his phone speaker to your stomach
“how many pairs of socks do you think the baby will need?”
“should we get a backup stroller? no? too much?”
seonghwa was Made to be a parent okay
he has such a caretaker attitude to him and being a parent would be his biggest accomplishment
just having a baby and taking care of you throughout your pregnancy would be his life goals
he would drop Everything for you esp during your pregnancy
and when he first gets the news, he wont want to leave you alone for a second
he might get a bit overbearing at times but it’s all out of love
he Will rub your feet and ankles without complaint
he will OFFER to do it even if you’re like “ew gross honey no”
he just needs to take care of you so don’t deprive him of that he’s fragile too
“i can go to the store right now if you need me to” “you’re making dinner” “and?”
“don’t open the door, i’ll do it for you, okay?”
more under the cut!
yunho would be the Absolute Best Father
he was also made to be a parent
he’s the type who would talk to your stomach constantly throughout your pregnancy
he would tell the baby about his day and your day
he would gush about you and talk about how wonderful you are
would try to help out and do more chores
but somehow he always manages to get the vacuum cord tangled around your houseplant and knocks it over every time
and you’re like “babe just let me do it”
but he’s determined to Help so you just have to let him do it
he would 10/10 be littering you with compliments 24/7
“wow you’re glowing today look at you”
“is that a new outfit? you look amazing!”
yeosang is a sleeper fr bc he might not seem like it but he secretly wants a baby so badly
he might be a little quiet in his excitement and happiness but seriously he’s so!!!
you’ll probably get calls from the other members like ‘pls shut him up he will not stop talking about the baby’
but he gets shy about showing his excitement in front of you
especially if you’re in pain because he will feel bad for not being able to do more for you
so he’ll suddenly show up with your favorite things and a new blanket or he’ll randomly prepare baths for you
he will do little things that add up a lot bc he just wants to do whatever he can to make you comfortable
“i got your favorite takeout for tonight, i figured you’d want it”
“i went out and bought the baby supplies you had written down”
i keep saying this but honestly all of ateez would be such great dads like come on
and SAN would be a stellar father
he’s so caring and gentle and lovely
such a precious bean :c who just wants to give you the universe
and he’ll want to do the same for the baby too
that’s his baby yes he’s gonna do anything for his child
even before the baby is born, san will be spoiling tf out of her
super fascinated whenever he sees the baby kick
like omg that’s in you?! that’s in you! woah that’s so neat?
he’ll have so many questions too like does it hurt how do you feel all that jazz
he will give you daily massages and sing to you softly to make you feel better :c
“omg i heard a heartbeat” “that’s my stomach growling idiot” “omg the baby spoke to me just now”
“i picked up three strollers today - a day stroller, a night stroller, and a groovy stroller for park days” “you what.”
mingi would be so overjoyed to the point of tears like mans will be sobbing when you tell him you’re pregnant
he won’t know what to say so he’ll just motion to your stomach and cry harder
he’s so ready to be a dad but at the same time he’s really nervous
even when not around you, he will just always be asking questions
the other will be like “he asked about babies for six hours today but i don’t think he retained any information”
he will have a little notebook to keep track of things to do
keeps notes on how to change diapers and how to properly burp and feed a baby
he just wants to make sure everything is Perfect for his little one
writes down little love letters to the baby too once a week
so that he can give them to your child later on
and he would be so excited about it
“look baby i wrote another letter for mini me!”
“if the baby starts crying in the middle of the night, don’t worry about getting up. i’ll take care of everything”
it would take a minute for wooyoung to realize what’s going on
even if you say “i’m pregnant” he might just go ._. for a minute before he realizes what you’ve said and it really sinks in
then cue loud screaming and happiness
he is still going to be as chaotic and loud as ever
just with a bit more excitement now bc! he’s gonna be a dad! he’s so excited
sometimes though on late nights where you two are up bc you aren’t feeling well
he’ll admit that he’s really scared of messing up along the way
and he worries about whether he’ll be a good father
but he’ll get back to feeling better and less anxious after you talk him down some
he may not be the best helper but! he’s trying his best and that’s all that is important okay
“i got pickles!” “wooyoung i hate pickles” “omg really? i read that pregnant people love pickles :((” “i’ll eat one pickle just for u”
“i’m getting the baby a dinosaur costume so we can set her loose in the dorm and watch her terrorize seonghwa” “wooyoung no”
jongho would try to contain how happy and excited he is
he doesn’t want to startle you with how thrilled he is but he’s over the moon
will probably just sit around and think about it all the time for weeks
10/10 would sit around and laugh and smile to himself while thinking about the baby
the others might call and be like “he’s doing the thing again” so you would have to call and ask him how he’s doing and stuff like that
the two of you could probably spend hours on the phone just talking about the baby
he would 10000% sing to you and the baby both
definitely get on his knees in front of you and sing to your stomach
just too much elation to be contained in his body
best helper tho like jongho is good at everything and he will Prove it dammit
“i set up the cradle today and put it in the spare room for now, but i’ll move it into our room when the time comes”
“do you think the baby will recognize our voices by the time she’s born? will she recognize my singing?”
#ateez reaction#ateez reactions#ateez fluff#ateez dad au#hongjoong fluff#seonghwa fluff#yunho fluff#yeosang fluff#san fluff#wooyoung fluff#mingi fluff#jongho fluff
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m5(4?) helping you rehabilitate banished lucio
or rather reacting to “hey i brought this hobo home can we keep him”
(tending towards nadia’s/THD)
NADIA:
oh you poor sweet summer child, what have you done
may lock him up in the dungeons at first, to make sure he can’t try anything
hope you like loud goat wailing that can be heard across the palace because the absolute LAST thing he wants is to be isolated again
you have to convince her he’s in no state to answer for his crimes like this, not yet, let him recover a little first - all he wants right now is a warm bed and someone to care about him, not taking over vesuvia
(and if this changes you can put him right back in jail)
this does not change, he’s mostly interested in staying close to you
for the most part she remains hands-off, just authorizing various acquisitions for him like any other guest
he will sometimes try to give her little gifts, usually food/wine or little trinkets left outside her door like a cat bringing dead mice
she takes them when no one is around
she may catch him at this one day, and they have a little talk through the crack in the door because he’ll bolt if she opens it
“i’m sorry” “i know. i can’t forgive you” “i know”
this becomes a thing, usually late at night, sitting by her door and telling her things, bringing her more specific gifts based on any troubles she might have had, asking her for advice about making you happy
eventually, maybe, you might even be able to convince them to take lunch together, with you sitting between them as a trusted shield
JULIAN:
he WANTS to say absolutely not, not in a million years, he doesn’t deserve the kindness, especially not yours
he WANTS to send him right back to the realms himself, or call the guards, anything to keep him away from you
but he is a doctor, and helping is in his nature
and it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that this poor bastard needs help
and he knows what it’s like to be alone and uncertain of your future
lucio treats him as if they were already old friends, something that seems to endear and rankle him
at first he says he’ll only check him over to make sure he’s not hurt or sick, then you’re on your own, he washes his hands of this nonsense
then he says maybe bring him back around later for another check-up, just in case he missed something the first time
then he says that maybe you two could stick around for a little while, it looks like there’s a storm on the horizon
then he says the room above the clinic is open, most of the time, he’s much too busy to sleep as much as he should, if lucio needs somewhere to lie low for a bit
then he says actually there’s my place in south end, a bit more accommodating but no less abandoned, that might be a little more your speed
and then you find yourself all three coming back from a night on the town, crashing higgledy-piggledy in and around julian’s bedroom, a tangle of limbs and drunken laughter
julian attempts to cook breakfast for you afterwards, with mixed results
(just because lucio will eat it doesn’t mean it’s edible)
ASRA:
he trusts your judgment
usually
not this time, please put that thing back where it came from or so help me
i don’t care if he doesn’t want to go back he can’t stay here, not in this house, not after everything he’s done
there MAY be a fight and it MAY get ugly
either asra storms tf out or they kick both of you out for the night before he can do something stupid
they feel bad as hell, at least for you
if you’ve been kicked out, you take lucio down to the rowdy raven and set up together in the spare room above the bar (and he’s probably crying bc he’s about 75% sure you’re going to get rid of him for Causing Problems)
if asra left, you let lucio have the couch but you’re not about to sleep until asra comes back (crying less, still awkward as hell)
finally, either way, he comes to apologize
but he really, really doesn’t want you to keep the goat and pls think of an alternative? why does it have to be you?
“i’m the one that put him there in the first place”
you don’t! have to feel bad for that!! look at him he’s fine
(lucio currently all but hiding behind you and holding your hand tight, making the saddest little face)
“i can’t just abandon him again, asra. i couldn’t bear it”
oh, curse your good nature
they love that about you but right now it’s the bane of his existence
you tell asra he doesn’t have to forgive him, or even like him - just help me get him back on his feet, pls, just trust me
god. fine. but he sleeps on the couch. and the minute he’s no longer pathetic his ass is out the door
faust stop chilling on his shoulders i swear to god--
PORTIA:
she doesn’t have the old history, but she remembers the recent history (stealing your body and being a dick), so she’s still gonna be hostile
there will probably be at least one physical brawl
will probably definitely make him cry
feels bad about it
pepi seems to trust him for some reason (bc fuck you n*h) and she trusts pepi so it can’t be all bad??
gonna put his ass to work in the vegetable garden if he’s expected to stay in her cottage, which he might because it’s close to the palace (but far from people)
he might complain but honestly this is nothing compared to the realms
in return he gets good food, a warm bath, and a pillow pile shared with you, portia and pepi
portia will definitely help you socialize him, especially if you’re not that extroverted yourself, taking him on trips into the city
once he feels more comfortable around her they feed off each other’s energy until they’re one big mass of chaos
you regret your life choices
her cuddly, affectionate nature lines up nicely with his touch starvation and they often become inseparable at the bed time or other soft, quiet moments where you’re just in each other’s company
MURIEL:
lmao nah
unless this man finds the hobo first AND feels bad enough to not just leave his ass alone in the forest, good luck with getting him to help you with this
your memory privileges are absolutely revoked goodbye
#the arcana#m6#headcanon#post banishment lucio#taming him down#we are not friends#well ok WANF is what happens when julian finds him first#incredibly niche headcanon posts
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b’day boy
anon: “hi hi hi hi!!! how’re you!! idk if you’re requests are on but!!! can i request smth where jaehyun thinks the reader forgot abt this bday bc she didn’t text him all day but she actually flys to seoul to see him?? basically johnny helped surprise him!!” quick pretend johnny is living on the same floor as jaehyun for this fic. enjoy anon! :-)
“hey! happy birthday, man,” johnny greets jaehyun, slapping him on the back as the birthday boy answers with a nod and a tired smile.
the dorm’s still quiet in the morning, save for the boiling water and the white noise from beyond the flat. the taller male doesn’t miss the way jaehyun’s smile drops, eyeing his phone a meter away from him in case the plan’s busted.
“hm… hyung, have you heard from (y/n) lately? i haven’t gotten her breakfast text, which is weird…”
jaehyun exits the messaging app for the umpteenth time, seeing if there was anything wrong with the internet or with his phone itself.
johnny shakes his head at the question, going back to prepare his coffee as he struggles to hold back a smile.
“sorry, jae, i’m not so sure about that.”
he saves his phone as it lit up right as you messaged, spamming to the poor guy about nerves and bizarre situations due to your overthinking mind.
(y/n) the homie: ?????? what ???? the hell do i wear!!!!!!!!
(y/n) the homie is typing…
(y/n) the homie: i’m trying to hard rn not to click on jaehyun’s name lol
(y/n) the homie: unnnnf i feel so bad johnny
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: u know for someone that has my contact name in wack ass emojis, i’m not gonna help you fashion-wise
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: don’t worry k, plus it was ur idea!!!! how’s the packing coming along
(y/n) the homie: haha very funny, i am already on the plane mf
“john, hyung, you already made the reservation for tonight yea?” jaehyun asks sleepily, getting up from his comfy position on the table solely to get a chance at johnny’s coffee.
the other hums, having had made reservations for 12 people. sicheng was joining the boys for dinner tonight and taeyong was bringing his girlfriend as well, leaving one last seat for you.
one last text catches johnny’s attention, hoping all will turn out well tonight.
(y/n) the homie: i’m taking off rn, pls follow the plan or i think i’ll actually cry
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: is typing…
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: overdramatic. i will, just focus on getting to korea safe yea
you leave it as that, buckling in and settled in quick well once the plane had reached a certain altitude.
the present you prepared couldn’t leave your mind, debating here and there whether jaehyun would like it or not.
would something go wrong? we didn’t fight before this, did we?
your thoughts travel everywhere, trying your best to relax while you find a film to distract you. soon, you ease into the movie and then, into a comfortable sleep.
it’s almost evening when the captain announces the landing in a few more minutes, bringing you to open the window.
although the clouds seemed to dance around the plane and the deep blue of the sky takes over the day, the sight provides little comfort as you practice your korean in the plane.
you repeat the restaurant’s address in your head even through immigration, steps unknowingly speeding up at how excited you were.
on the other hand, jaehyun gets more and more worried at the lack of texts, eyeing the single one sent early in the morning at 3am, while you bid each other goodbye on facetime. nothing seems to get him out of his daze, having been reminded several times of the car that was waiting for him.
as the manager wishes him a happy birthday, jaehyun could only thank him half-heartedly, staring down at his phone with a frown.
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: oh man you gotta have like a full on dance number when u enter or something. your mans can’t stop sighing at his phone like it’s a magic mirror
(y/n) the homie: oh nooo, crap, i feel so bad. i’m omw, gotta thank u for going over my korean before this flight
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: you learnt it from the best
(y/n) the homie: 🙄🙄🙄
your eyes pass through many different shops and districts, observing the busy streets of korea and it’s liveliness and wondering if you will ever be up to living in such an exciting country.
it was a long drive, your feet unable to stop moving while you kept yourself calm by counting the exchanged money over and over. a notification from @johnnyjsuh lights up your phone and brings you out of your anxiety for a bit, the instagram story filling up the screen as he records the grand restaurant that they would be dining in.
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: you here?
(y/n) the homie: yes, almost. this person right here is very jumpy and tense
johnny 🔥🥱🕴: breathe, i’ll give u the green light soon
(y/n) the homie: kk
with one foot out the cab, you find yourself needing to calm your heart, feeling the familiar heat and adrenaline rush through your body at seeing your boyfriend.
you eye your phone for the last time, entering on johnny’s cue to surprise jaehyun. with his back turned to the event room, your lips naturally curl into a smile as you watch him through the glass panel.
the gentle jazz pouring from the speakers give the atmosphere its intended ambience, as the boys catch up with sicheng and others converse with each other. they keep their cool according to plan as you enter silently, the gift clutched under your arm tightly.
“guess who?”
with your hands over his eyes, you can almost feel his shock.
“what... no way,” jaehyun’s jaw drops, gaining some laughs from the members as he turns around rapidly. his latches onto your smile, the corners of his lips slowly stretching into a grin before you stumble back at his embrace.
jaehyun holds you tight, as if you’d vanish once you left this room. his arms were wound around you all the way by the next minute, leaving you with no opportunity to breathe.
“babe, i can’t breathe,” you blurt out, making the male release you almost immediately before you attack with your own hug, loving how you could feel the rumble of his chest as he giggled.
“was everyone in on this?” you nodded as he turned to his members, most of them donning bright, sly smiles and jungwoo even winking when he met his eyes.
“y’all are incredible,” jaehyun throws his head back in laughter, an arm naturally encircling your waist as you pile your present with the other’s, making your way to your seat after.
dinner is filled with joviality and loud conversation, even coaxing johnny into revealing that he was the ringleader of the plan. the birthday boy applauds his subtlety, bringing the night to a close an hour or two later as each member finishes their share of the cake.
“i’ll come in later, you guys should head back first,” jaehyun states, pressing a kiss to your temple as the others bid you goodbye.
the lean into your boyfriend feels natural, the cool breeze brushing past your face as he interrogates you about you ghosting him.
“i was so worried, i honestly thought you forgot about me.”
you chuckle, “do you think i really could? when there’s valentine decorations everywhere? i wouldn’t forget it even if it wasn’t valentine’s,” you mused, matching up with jaehyun’s steps.
“it would be sad if my own girlfriend couldn’t remember when i was born.”
the two of you fall quiet, enjoying each other’s company as you stroll around the park near the restaurant.
“say, did you like the surprise?”
“like? baby, i loved it,” jaehyun pulls you in, the walk stopped short while he holds your freezing fingers, “thank you.”
you answer in the form of a smile, tippy-toeing to reach his lips halfway as the moon shines on. it settles your heart in familiarity and warmness, never losing that giddy fondness whenever you were with jaehyun.
“i’d travel anywhere to be where you are, jung jaehyun.”
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Thoughts on 11x06
I had to come back to type this after the episode. I was gonna wait to post until more people are active but everyone’s safety is more important than notes. This was really hard for me to watch. It took me two hours because I kept needing a break. It’s a tough one yall. It’s heartbreaking and really brought out issues I didn’t know I was still dealing with until I reacted so badly to some stuff. Take care of yourselves and I’m here if you need to talk. I’ll have timestamps for major tws in another post coming right after this. I just gotta go back and get the end of those scenes. I only go the time they started.
Okay. So. There’s some trigger warnings that I’ve reblogged earlier. This recap WILL have thoughts about those triggers. If you think you’ll be triggered just message me or send me an ask and I’ll give you the non triggering recap. Stay safe please.
Kev and v intro. They’re having sex behind the bar
I’m extremely nervous for some reason I might not be able to get through this
Bike heist!!
LICKEY RIGHTS
LIP CALLS HIM MICK
MISSION IMPISSIBLE
Mickey is unimpressed
Lip telling Mickey what to do yes please
Fucking Mickey omg
HE LOOKS SO GOOD
THE WAY HE SAYS BRAD
Again Mickey is unimpressed
Lip :(
MICKEY CONCERNED ABOUT LIPS SOBRIETY
AGAIN I SAY LICKEY RIGHTS
Frank is falling the chick he’s boning Monica
Not sure that’s her real name
Wait yeah it is
Frank??? Has to get to work???
Wait her name isn’t Monica
Oh shut now I get what’s happening
“Can I speak to Pope Francis please” LIAM 😭
Poor baby
Lip cooking breakfast. Hot.
I forgot about camis baby
I actually beep bad for lip and Tami
We already heard this argument with Mickey and Ian get new material writers
PRODIGAL THEIF
PINK BOX HES SO CUTE
HE LOOKS SO CUTE GOTTA SQUEEZE HIM PLS
Yeah don’t tell Carl that traitor
MICKEY BROUGHT DONUTS PLS
HES SO CUTE
ITS TOO MUCH
I LOVE HIM
HIS SMILE!!!!!!!!
GALLAGHER YOUTH
THAT MEANS MICKEY TOO BYE
CARL CALLING HIM MICK TOO PLS
I CANT TAKE IT
Poor Liam he’s terrified
“I was hoping the fucker would just die” :(
Shut up Debbie
Mickey is beautiful
Leave Mickey out of it debbie goddamn
I cant fucking stand her
Frank just observing his kids and smiling
Same frank
SHUT UP DEBBIE
OH MY GOD HIS LAUGH IS THIS WHAT YOU HEAR WHEN YOU FIRST GET TO HEAVEN????
“And the smartest” lol
Someone save Liam
“I want Sandy”
We all do kid
Fucking manipulative little I CANT STAND DEBBIE
Sandy deserves better
I hate the Milkovichs!!!!
How did smart sensitive sweet beautiful loving Mickey come from this disgusting family????
MICKEY IS THE BOSS
My heart hurts so him
“Homo sexy” dear god
Mickey is too good he deserves so much better
I love him so much
Let him be happy
Mickey has the biggest heart
They’re actually talking and not fighting
CHAPO STFU
You’re so funny and smart and beautiful don’t forget that baby
SUGAR TITS
And no one is fazed lmao
“He’s actually my uncle and my dad” I fucking hate this show
I forgot Carl makes legit money now
Wtf kinda school is this
This is so fucked up
The twins are so adorable
SHUT UP DEBBIE
“You guys” I hate that but also she’s acknowledging Mickey as “hers” and he’s family :(
Okay this horrifying comment
I hate that it’s just nonchalant
Debbie just keeps talking.
Let’s move on
Mickeys face when she says “butt naked”lmao
LIP CALLING HIM MICK AGAIN
“Talk to you for a minute?”
“Yes. Please”
I LOVE IT
Mickey is unimpressed by lip once again and I’m smiling
They love each other they’re secretly best friends ITS A FACT
HAND SHAKE SO CUTE
MY BABIES
“Blue like my balls” fucking frank lol
They’re going in on Frank’s storyline now
Boss Mickey at it again
Terry’s home
The way his face falls im sick
SANDY BABY
My heart is racing
Mickeys face is breaking my heart
Great now I’m crying
Mickey got emotional
Ian sensed it and touched his neck all fucking sweet
Okay I had to take a little break because I started crying
I love him too much
Fucking Noel is so damn good
My heart is fucking breaking
“Frank’s not a homophobic psychopath who tortured you for years”
Please Mickey deserves better
I don’t wanna hear any Ian slander either.
In this house we protect my son and my son in law I will fight you
“Let’s get the fuck outta here. Lip you coming?” 😭
That was so hard to watch yall. I’m not gonna lie to you. My parents weren’t half as shitty as terry but growing up feeling unloved your whole life fucks you up anyway and that brought out some emotions and feelings I didn’t realize I still dealt with. I had to pause for a good while and cry.
Leave Sandy alone debbie
Terry is disgusting
Okay the homophobic language he uses is definitely triggering so I’ll time stamp that too
Debbie you selfish bitch
Everyone leaving terry outside it’s a yes from me
I honestly can’t concentrate on the other scenes now I’m sorry y’all
I try to cover everyone’s scenes but it’s hard for me today
I’m not okay
Liam is too innocent poor kid
MICKEY LIP AND IAN THE BEST TRIO
We need more scenes
I PAUSED TO TYPE AND THE FUCKING LOOK HES GIVING HIM STOP
They’re besties
Mickey is beautiful
MY BABY BUSINESS BOSS MAN I LOVE YOU
he really hasn’t called him Philip the entire episode wtf
Ignoring Debbie
Now I want fries
Carl is cringy
Mickey drove them home and pulled a gun
Honestly again another heartbreaking scene
Ian’s trying to make him stop
Terry is disgusting and also a coward but we’ve been knew
Noel is the most amazing
Mickey gets teary but doesn’t cry bc I cried enough for the both of us
He’s the strongest bravest ever and I’m so proud of him
I need a hug
My heart hurts so much y’all
I just want him to be happy
I’m a fucking mess
I can’t handle Lip being emotional too
Oh I thought lip wanted to sell the house for himself only but at least they all get their share
Horrible music choice
I wanna tuck Mickey in with his favorite tv show on(911) make him his favorite food to eat in bed and not let anyone but Ian around him for a good 72 hours
The way Ian is looking at him
“Would you take care of me if I was paralyzed?”
“....yeah. Yeah”
“Top you whenever I wanted” “asshole”
His smile is back that’s all I need in life
MICKEY IS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD
RIP DOWN THAT FLAG YES BABY
“That was big of you” “he’s an asshole...I wanna be better than that”
WHEN I TELL YALL I LOST IT I MEAN FULL ON SOBBING
YOURE ALREADY A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER THAN THAT PIECE OF SHIT
YOURE SO KIND AND BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT
Ian’s like “back of the head? Gotta grab and hold my boy”
“You are so much better than that” IAN MY SWEET SON IN LAW I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR LOVING OUR BOY SO WELL
IAN IS THE MOST SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND
V spitting truth
I want terry to fucking suffer
Don’t do it frank
“Nah” LMAO
Frank loves his son in law
Sandy I love you
I need to hold her
No debbie I LOVE HER
NO SANDY LOVE ME INSTEAD
DEBBIE DOESNT DESERVE YOU
Carl scene was so awful I feel so bad for him this girl is a fucking psycho
That was an actual rape scene what the fuck
Mickey making frank laugh
Debbie explaining? Really?
I hate her
“How long is this gonna take? I’m fucking starving Lip” WHY WONT YOU CALL HIM PHILIP
“We could get on with our lives” well that hurt more than it should’ve
It’s really the end soon huh? 😢
According to captions Ian says “we’re in”
Frank reads his diagnosis
Carl goes to report his rape
That took me nearly two hours to watch. Yeah I usually pause to type but I had to take long breaks after the hard scenes. It was a really hard episode to watch. A lot darker than it has been. I’m not really okay right now. It was emotional but a really good episode overall.
#tw: r*pe#tw: homophobia#tw: inc*st#weekly recap#weekly thoughts#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#gallavich#shameless#shameless us#noel fisher#cameron monaghan#mickey gallagher#frank gallagher#lip gallagher#sandy milkovich#terry milkovich#liam gallagher#carl gallagher#Debbie Gallagher#shameless final season#shameless s11 ep6#11x06#shameless 11x06
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10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags
rules: show us your ten favorite characters from ten fandoms and then tag ten people to do the same.
tagged by @manonisamelon and @grenadinepeach, ty! oh god how do i pick 10. i will do my best. pls forgive that 9/10 of this list is video games and anime. it’s my true self.
1. teen wolf - theo raeken ofc
y’all already know!! there’s a reason my url is theowhy
2. haikyuu!! - tsukishima kei
my moon boy. the character development that swept me off my feet in 2014 and still makes me swoon 7 years later. his dynamic with just about everyone is great but my favorites are kuroo, kageyama, and hinata :’)
3. hunter x hunter - gon freecss
my sunshine child, killua’s light, a boy so overwrought with grief he gave up everything. a boy who learned to SMIIIILE AGAAAAIN. i’m crying
4. fire emblem: awakening - inigo
dancer!inigo in particular owns my heart and soul.... i don’t usually like the “unabashed flirt” characters but i thought his backstory was actually really charming and his supports were so funny. gosh. i love him
5. the legend of zelda: breath of the wild - revali
I DON’T CARE IF PPL HATE HIM I LOVE HIM he’s my birdfriend and my boyfriend. fun fact: i met his VA at a con who asked for a photo of me and my gf in cosplay, and then just dropped the fuckin bombshell that he was the VA for our fav character. what a guy
6. final fantasy xii - balthier
i don’t think i’ll ever stop associating gideon emery with balthier in particular, even if i’ve seen him now in 92082348 different things. but i love balthier. my favorite depressed overdramatic gay sky pirate
7. final fantasy vii remake - biggs
utterly embarrassing that gideon emery is on this list twice. listen, it’s hard for me to pick just one character, and truly cloud and yuffie are more my og favorites, but remake biggs went and stole my heart so wholly i can’t not mention him. i’ll admit part of it is i’m shallow lmao but also he pat cloud on the head and it restructured my brain. that is all
8. genshin impact - noelle
ok i didn’t think i’d come to love noelle as much as i do—i’m not a fan of maid tropes and the boob armor is ridic, BUT. but. she is precious and i’d protect her with my life. her def and shield strength is ridic and she keeps my team unscathed thru everything bc she is amazing. psst if u play, hmu if you want to exchange UIDs :^)
9. kingdom hearts - naminé
i honestly think of her and kairi and xion as a unit so i’m using a crop of my own fanart but—namine 🥺 for those unfamiliar, she’s the one in the middle. i love her so much and i wish there was so much more of her in kh3!! i was especially endeared to her in the chain of memories manga wahh
10. okay it has taken me ridiculously long to narrow down this list but, i have openly admitted that my recurring fav character type is “delinquent blonds with a heart of gold” so that list includes joey wheeler (yugioh), ryuji sakamoto (persona 5), and beat (the world ends with you). i’ll say this trope in particular is my #10 hahaha (and i’m too tired to find pics i’m sorry)
tysm if you managed to get through all this, my tastes are just... all over the place. and i tried to pick media that i’ve engaged with its fandom in some way, which made things even harder ahdlfkjg
not gonna tag 10 ppl because that’s so many and i’m sure most people have been tagged already, but by all means please do this if you want to! :’)
#text#i sat on this for SO LONG it's embarrassing#when i don't talk abt teen wolf i just talk abt weeb shit i'm sorry!!!
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“I’d punch you, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours.” for topper pls bc we all know he’s a pretty boy :)
WARNING: A little more canon like Rafe than I usually write
You felt guilty every time you looked at Topper. You hated him, you knew you hated him and you knew all your friends did too. But you had no control over the butterflies that would stir up at the sight of him, nor could you stop the intrusive thoughts about what it would feel like to have his lips against yours. Your eyes would rake over his body, imagining his chest pressed against yours, his hands wandering your body and his lips pressing against your neck. He was handsome, you could at least admit that. He stirred up so many different feelings within yourself that you never knew how to act around him. If you saw him walking over to you you’d get fidgety with nerves, wanting nothing more than for him to grab you and kiss you right then and there. But then he’d make a comment to one of your friends and the butterflies would turn to lava in your stomach and you’d boil up with anger. He could get under your skin in all the right and wrong ways and you hated it.
You’d gotten into your fair share of fights with the kooks, admittedly not physical, Topper didn’t seem the type to hit a girl no matter how much he disliked them. Rafe on the other hand you were sure wouldn’t mind taking a swing at you if he could. But Topper always held him back, from you if at least not anybody else.
So it came as no surprise when you looked up from your book and noticed the trio sauntering over to you and your friends. The feeling of JJ stirring beside you was what pulled you out of your trance with the pages. He stood up, the rest of you not far behind him, meeting the kooks in the middle like some sort of battle was taking place - you were sure it would do.
“How many times do we have to tell you to stay off the cut?” JJ sneers doing his best to get in Rafes face but no one could match the tall boys stature.
Rafe simply looks down at him amused, “We wouldn’t have to keep coming down here if you’d dare to show your face in figure eight.”
“Have you been missing us, Rafe?” John B asks with a smirk.
Rafe snorts, “I’ve been missing pounding your faces in. Gets a little boring with no one to beat up.”
“I feel sorry for you if the only fun you can find is in beating people up. Must be a pretty boring existence on figure eight.” You comment crossing your arms over your chest.
“No one was talking to you, pogue.” Rafe snaps out, his eyes shooting a glare in your direction before turning back to the blonde in front of him.
You tune out to the rest of the confrontation, your eyes meeting that of Toppers who looked nothing if not amused with his friends antics.
“Don’t worry, we missed seeing your little face too.” He teases with a smirk.
You roll your eyes with a scoff, “Well we didn’t miss yours, feel free to leave at any time.”
Topper laughs at this, “You mean you didn’t miss undressing me with your eyes, y/n?”
If you weren’t so annoyed with the boy you’re sure you would have blushed furiously, “You know, it’s a sign of madness, imagining things that aren’t there.”
Topper just smirks and takes a step closer, his face the closest to yours it’s ever been and despite the anger you could feel the butterflies returning.
“Please, I know you want me.” He states in a teasing manner.
You furrow your brows together, trying your best to look unfazed by his close proximity, “As if. I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours. Couldn’t have you running off crying.”
“So you do think I’m pretty,” Topper smirks ignoring the weightless threat, “I can see right through you.”
Topper stumbles back at the hard shove to his shoulders, JJ appearing beside you red faced with blood on his upper lip, “Back off kook, don’t lay a fucking hand on her.”
Topper laughs and holds his hands up in surrender, “Wouldn’t dream of hurting that pretty little face of yours.” He grins, finding himself a lot funnier than he was.
JJ glares at the kook as he backs off, joining his cronies as they disappear off down the beach again.
“What was all that about?” JJ asks, taking your shoulders and looking over your face to check Topper hadn’t done anything.
You simply shrug, half in answer half to get his hands off of you, “Just idiot kooks being idiot kooks.” You state then offer him a smile to show you’re truly okay, “Nothing to worry about.”
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You didn’t usually attend parties on figure either. Preferring to stay as far away from that side of the island as you could - you much preferred the keggers your friends threw on the beach. But Sarah had convinced John B to go, who in turn had convinced Pope who begged the rest of you to go with them. You couldn’t say no to anything Pope asked no matter how much you’d like to.
So you found yourself in the Cameron house, surrounded by drunk kooks who all offered you looks of disdain as you walked around the house. You ignored them like you usually did, if one of them wanted to start a fight you’d be more than happy to entertain them.
You drank too much and danced like crazy, no different to the parties you usually attended. If you were going to be in kook territory you may as well drink their alcohol, and lord knows you have to be drunk to be around them all for this long. You thought the night was goi pretty well, you had managed to avoid Rafe and more importantly Topper pretty well so far. Being small enough to duck behind someone anytime you spotted them and slink away before they noticed you.
It wasn’t until you were exiting the bathroom upstairs that you were cornered. Rafes chest pressing against yours as he backed you into a corner, his arms resting either side of you to stop you escaping.
“Would you look at that, Sarah brought her little pets to the party.” He smirks.
You huff and roll your eyes, pushing on his arm to escape but he was too strong, his arm like a stone wall which you couldn’t budge.
“Back off, Rafe.” You sigh, you were in no mood to deal with him and honestly, Rafe frightened the hell out of you.
He was built, and he towered over everyone. You saw what he did to your friends every week and didn’t want to be on the end of the rage you knew lived inside of him at all times. You’d never been alone with him before and instantly decided you never wanted to again.
“Please, just leave me alone.” You say when he doesn’t budge, your eyes focusing on his chest not wanting to meet his eyes.
“Not so feisty when you’re alone are you, pogue.” He smirks, “Look at me.” But you don’t, your eyes stay glued to his chest.
You feel his hand around your jaw and your face is fired up, your eyes landing on Rafes which were wild with something other than alcohol, “Do I scare you, princess?” He laughs but it’s humourless and dark.
You don’t answer him, not sure what to say even if you could form words. Your heart was beating rapidly, your mind running rampant with all kinds of thoughts about what Rafe was going to do. You wished more than anything that one of your friends would turn up to save you but you’d left them all outside.
“I asked you a question.” Rafe speaks through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening on your jaw.
You open your mouth to speak but Rafes grip on you disappears as hands on his shoulders pull him back. He shoots a glare at the person behind him.
“Kelce’s looking for you man.” Topper states, starring Rafe down until the taller boy finally disappears down the hallway. “Did he hurt you?” Topper asks turning to face you now.
You stare him over for a moment, wondering why he cares at all but deciding the polite thing to do was answer.
You shake your head, your jaw a little bruised from his grip but you could live with that, “Thank you.” You say quietly, your terror soon turning to nervousness as the boys blue eyes study your face.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “He shouldn’t do stuff like that. It’s not right.”
You shrug simply, “it’s Rafe.” You reply with a soft laugh, pretending not to be as affected by it as you were.
“That’s not an excuse.” Topper sighs, he places his red cup down on the side next to you, his hand reaching up to tilt your chin eyes examining where Rafes fingers had been.
“I’m fine, Topper.” You try to get away from his grasp but you were already backed up to the wall and had nowhere to escape from, but you weren’t scared of Topper.
His fingers linger on your jaw, his thumb rough as it ran against your cheek and you felt yourself subconsciously lean into his touch. He moves forward, his chest against yours as he looks down at you. The setting much like the one with Rafe but instead of the fright you had felt you were consumed with fluttering nerves. Your breath caught in your throat leaving you unable to speak for a completely different reason this time.
Topper could sense your nervousness, he could see the way you looked at him and knew he was right with what he’d said the day previously, it caused him to smirk.
“I knew you thought I was pretty.” He comments, you frown and open your mouth to deny it but his lips cover yours before you get the chance. You melt into him, not willing to fight him away even if you had the energy. You let his tongue slide past yours lips, tangling with your own as your hands moved up his chest and around your neck.
You had imagined kissing Topper before, but this was nothing like that you thought it would be. You imagined him to be rough and dominating but instead this was soft and tender. His hand held your jaw gently as his other cane to rest on your hip, his lips moving slowly against yours trying to savour the moment and burn it to his memory.
When he finally pulled away you were both left breathless, eyes staring into one another’s as if you’re the only two people in the world right now.
“I guess I find you pretty too.” Topper murmurs, his thumb running over your lower lip before his own are back on them.
@rafej-cambanks @joshy-obx @topperthornton @starlightstarkey
#topper thornton fic#topper thornton imagine#topper thornton x reader#outer banks imagine#outer banks fic#outer banks x reader#my writing
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you’re mine - aron piper
Requested by @fashphotolife : yeah just like a hot jealous aron bc like ugh that’s probably hot 🥵Not really a specific request but just like a hot jealous aron Piper imagine
A/N: AHH I LOVE JEALOUS IMAGINES!!!!! Thank you so much for requesting! I saw many people doing the jealous interview thing, like buzzfeed interviews and stuff, it’s gonna be similar to that !
disclaimer: i don’t know any of these people personally, i made some characters up! english is my second language so please let me know if i have mistakes! :) also poor spanish, i’m sorry profesor
note: im sorry i used starbucks, pls don’t sue me that’s the only international coffee brand i can remember! it’s unedited :))
word count: 1,5K
warnings: none but hot jealous aron is on his way ;) oh and crappy writing :’)
gif creds to @piperaron - <3
“Y/N! Come on! We’re getting late!” Your boyfriend Aron warned you at the phone. He was downstairs, waiting for you. You were getting prepared for the live interview with the Elite cast, including you.
“Okay, okay!” you said on the phone and closed. You wore a white elegant dress and kinda revealing but you didn’t mind cause you looked amazing. When you ran downstairs you saw a curly head in a car, looking in your direction.
“Wo-w, hola carina” He stared at you, breathless.
“hi babe!” You get in the car and kissed him on the lips. He still stared at you so you decided to speak up.
“earth to Aron! you there?” you stared at his brown eyes filled with love. He blushed and looked away kinda embarrassed.
“Lo siento amor you’re just to beautiful!” Now it was your turn to blush. He giggled, placed a kiss your lips and started the engine.
You wanted to stop and get coffee on your way. Aron wanted to come to get coffee with you. It was your local starbucks shop.
“Do you remember our first date was here?” Aron asked. You glanced and felt the nostalgia.
“You were super nervous I can’t believe how you changed so much.” You answered smiling. He managed to laugh.
“Maybe you’re the reason why I’m changed” He stared at you. You giggled at his cheesiness.
“Hi can I get your order?” You and Aron were interrupted by a good looking employee asking for your order.
“Hi, can I get a Latte Macchiato please?” you asked.
“What’s your name?” He asked, looked like smiling.
“Y/N” you said not caring enough.
“I like your name just a pretty name for a pretty lady” he said not caring about the guy next to him.
You were taken aback by the compliment with saying a simple thank you without emotion but before you could say anything more, Aron pushed you to his side, can’t tell that you guys are dating because you weren’t public.
“Careful big guy, she has a boyfriend and I’ll kick anyone’s ass if I see someone flirting with her.” He was raising his voice. You hold him down.
“Aron, Aron stop, stop, chill” you looked at him you knew he gets calmer when he looks you in the eyes. When he calmed down, you ordered for him. The poor barista was watching you guys on shock and fear.
You paid and mouthed a sorry for his actions. He didn’t say anything just a weak smile. You hated when there’s a fight.
Then you got your orders and when you were leaving Aron shouted. “My eyes on you” to the poor barista and he got so guilty in front of his customers.
You punched him in the arm. “Aron what the fuck? He was a poor boy, and we’re not public you know this is so normal.” You stated. Aron didn’t look at you just walked into the car.
“He can’t just flirt with a random girl especially you!” You held him by his wrist.
“You know you’re the only guy for me right?” You looked at him with a serious expression. He managed to have a weak smile then continued to ride.
When you were on the interview set, Ester and Danna ran to you.
“Hola bebe, we should get prepared. Hola Aron, go to the boys room.” Danna said. You waved your hand as a signal of saying “bye” and he did the same. The cast didn’t know you guys were a thing either.
You met the other female cast mates and had your make up artist prepare you. After preparing all the cast got into a room and sat around. You and Aron sat next to each other obviously.
“Hello ColaStation watchers, I’m Amell Wilson and today, I’m here with the elite cast! we’re going to read fan messages and play “Who’s most likely to?”. Here we go!” He said cheerfully.
Everyone introduced themselves and the interview started with “Who’s Most Likely To?”
“Who’s most likely to be single?” Everyone pointed you and Aron. You both laughed. Amell, the interviewer smiled too.
“Who’s most likely to be rule a fashion company?” Most of the cast pointed you and you blushed. “You have a great taste in fashion, carina” Omar said, you thanked him by blowing him a kiss. One of a sudden, interviewer Amell commented “You do have a great taste in fashion Y/N you look beautiful.” He said.
Aron was startled by this comment and you noticed this but ignored it because everyone was here.
You played the game for awhile, laughed, had fun together. By the interview continued you could see Amell watching you. Aron noticed and cleched his fists but couldn’t do anything.
You eventually had a break after the first game. The cast divided, but most of them went to outside to smoke, including Aron. You and Danna, went to restroom and the preparation room before going back to Aron’s. While you were waiting for Danna outside, you saw Amell approaching you. Oh no you thought yourself.
“Hi Y/N”
“Hello?”
“Umm so I-” Amell was interrupted by Danna. Thankfully because you were getting kinda uncomfortable and you hated making Aron like this
“¿Qué es lo que pasa aquí?” Danna came and tied her arm into yours started walking.
“No lo se, he came and talk to me.” You made sure. Your look on your face was explaining and Danna trusted you so she didn’t make a scene.
Meanwhile in the smoking session, the boys were talking about how Amell looking at you.
“No lo se porque pero, Amell can’t stop staring at her.” Miguel claimed.
“Yeah it is getting kinda weird” Alvaro started a little laughter. Aron wasn’t paying attention, jealousy was burning inside of him.
“Imagine Y/N, one of the most beautiful girl in the world not being single. I can hear the people crying.” Omar said. Aron just smiled and smirked.
“Like Y/N would date him.” Aron said sarcastically. Everyone looked at Aron and noticed how angry he was. They knew something was behind this.
After thirty minutes, the cast turned back to do the last activity, anonymous fan comments on the actors.
It started with Ester.
“ ’Ester Exposito is literally queen she’s my idol.’ Awhh thank you.” She blew some kisses to the camera.
“’ Alvaro is so underrated, he is a great actor. Keep up! Love you!’ Thank you so much I love you too!” Alvaro smiled.
“ ‘Aron Piper is that lucky guy to make out Omar. Don’t you think? I’m jealous.’” Omar just laughed and mouthed a thank you.
“’ Aron is literally every girls’ celebrity crush at this point. Thank you Elite creators.’” Aron just smiled and thanked at the comment. When they handed the box over you, Amell continued to stare at you.
“’Y/N is that girl that I would literally die for, I’m so happy she’s single can you marry me?’“
“Hahaha he’s kinda right!” Amell laughed and added. And this was the end of Aron’s patience. He couldn’t help but said,
“Too bad she has a boyfriend” He laughed grasping your hand quickly.
Everyone in shock, can’t say anything.
“I KNEW IT!” Itzan shouted
“ALVARO GIVE ME MY 50 EUROS” Jorge said laughing.
You looked at them in shock not knowing what’s going on. Alvaro groaned and gave him the 50 euro bill.
“We get into a bet, I knew you guys we’re dating” Jorge showing you the bill.
“Honestly, it couldn’t have been more obvious but I’m still mad you didn’t tell me” Danna said pouting.
“You guys are so cute together.” Mina said. You were so happy with all the comments you were receiving by the cast. Their blessings were really important.
“Now, that it’s public, take your eyes off of my girlfriend.” Aron growled at Amell. You can see he was getting scared. They stopped the live and some advertisements to calm down Aron.
“Okay Aron, I think we should end this live and go.” You said holding him. He looked at you, he couldn’t stand your eyes.
After a break, everyone turned back to the interview, but it was super awkward. Amell couldn’t look at any of you.
“Thank you for the dearest elite cast, and thank you for watching. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more of this content!” Amell said and the turned the camera to the cast to say goodbye.
Aron waved and immediately kissed you on the lips. Everyone was cheering. When you ended the kiss and live, your phone blew up from all of your friends and family.
Sister: ARE YOU DATING ARON?
HOW?
Best friend: It’s funny how I know it and everyone’s getting crazy hehe
Brother: I’M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS
You laughed at all the messages you’ve been receiving, especially your best friend’s.
After the interview, Danna hold you and forced you to explain everything and all the details about you and Aron.
“SPILL THE TEA!” Danna shouted.
“Umm so we started dating 3-4 months ago...” You continued to explain while watching everyone’s jaw dropped. For a little while later, Aron came smirking to you.
“Hey ladies, mind if I steal mi novia, for a minute?”
“No Aron, ella es nuestras amiga.” fought Claudia laughing.
You smiled at girls “I’ll be back in 5″ and they continued to talk.
Aron held you close, holding your hand, pulling you to his side.
“You’re mine. And no one can ever take you away from me.” He said whispering to your ear with a serious tone. “Especially a guy like A- what Ameelllo?” He said making you laugh with a funny tone this time
“Congrats Aron, you ruined the moment. I said it once, I’ll say it forever, don’t worry bebe, another guy like ‘Ameeellooo’ could never make me crazy like you do. ”
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(feel free to keep this to yourself or delete or whatever ik it's long so if you don't want it to take space on ur blog I get it!!! ❤️❤️❤️)
Ok im the anon from last night and im gonna try to fit my somewhat clear (still mostly jumble) thoughts into one ask! Maybe 2 if i absolutely cannot fit but anyways i went to bed last night thinking “damn idk who i want reader to be with” but uh based on the tiny notes i took when i reread it there is a clear favorite O.O
Anyways im not sure if Bo just doesn’t know that he likes reader or what??? Why is he LITERALLY BRINGING ANOTHER GIRL HOME to presumably sleep with and then act all >:( when reader leaves w kuroo??? Absolutely not !
Also im sorry but the “shes like my sister!” comment absolutely killed me, i remember when that happened to me and i made a BEELINE for the bathroom right afterwards to cry about it lol but speaking of crying!!! Idk how reader kept it together when she was helping Bokuto dress up because seeing someone i like put so much effort into a date with another person would have destroyed me….and then when he spun around and was li e “how do i look?” ABSOLUTELY NOT it would have been OVER for EVERYONE.
AND ALSO the whole assigning colors to people part is so lovely and jehfbrwuifekj im a huge color/number person when it comes to emotions and people because I feel like everyone has their own unique color for them? Sometimes numbers but for me it’s only when i really know the person but anyways this is as much as i can say without going over the limit so in conclusion, i LOVE your series and i’m so excited for future updates and you seem like a really cool person so i’ll hopefully be back in your ask box soon!! Kissies and hugs kjednfkwjef pls have a spooky october!!!
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i'm not gonna lie i've been keeping this in my inbox FOR DAYSSS BECAUSE I JUST CAN'T STOP RE-READING IT AND I W ANNA KEEP IT FOREVER T-T but i don't want you to think i ignored this sweet message BECAUSE FUCK!
it honestly still BLOWS my mind whenever i get asks like this, because honestly it makes my heart fucking SIIINGGGGG hearing your thoughts about Love Galore!! AND YOU TOOK NOTES I'M ACTUALLY CRYING LMAO I LITERALLY LOVE YOU fsadas but anyway i just have to know, who are you rooting for? lol
HONESTLY Bo is just as confused like he's kinda self-centered you know! not in a bad way, like he's nice and caring to his friends but ultimately everything he does everything for his OWN self interest, and someitmes when ur so tunnel-visioned like that, it's difficult to understand the feelings of those around u!!! cause in a way he only cares about his own? it's kinda contradictory LOL
AND BESTIE IM SO SORRY THAT HAPPENED TO YOUFFSDA being sister-zoned is absolutely not a curse i would wish upon my worst enemies smh and i have NOOO idea how y/n did i could fucking NEVERRR i'd just tell him like 'go watch a youtube video or something' like SHE DONE HELPED SHIP HER MAN OFF!! UR CRAZY!! but at least she got to spend time with kuroo lmao
im so happy u like that part bc i feel the same way i love associate people with colors ij ust feel like color plays such a big part in our life and i love assigning colors hahah but anywayyyy
THANK YOU SO MUCH from the absolute bottom of my heart for reading and letting me know your thoughts on Love Galore it honestly means a lot to me and i hope i see you in my inbox more ofteenn!!
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