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srslymina · 7 months

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Love, it's Nayeon day!!

Can you write A/B/O dynamic

A!Nayeon getting up with a morning wood, but Y/n not attending it,

So she ends up frustrated and then her friend (twice) calling a party for her and

After the party she gets drunk and Fucks R mercilessly. And even ask

A!MiSaMo to join her! Breading kink!!??

Nayeon day!? I missed it :(

“…Nayeon…” Nayeon groans into the pillow.

“Wake up…Nayeon! Wake up!” You shake Nayeon awake.

“Huh! Wha!-“ Nayeon’s eyes abruptly open as she suddenly sits up.

“Nayeon get up we’re gonna be late for the party!” You kiss Nayeon’s cheek rubbing her back from the shocking way she woke up.

“C’mon alpha, wakey wakey” You sing song, nuzzling into her neck. She tries to wrap her arms around you to pull you into bed but you quickly slap them away.

“Hey!” She pouts.

“Oh don’t hey me, I’m already dressed the party is in about an hour n a half, you always take forever to get ready so get that hot ass out of bed and go shower while I finish my makeup”

Nayeon groans, “Fine!” She ruffles the sheets as she makes her way out of bed, “why is the party so early anyways?”

“It’s four in the afternoon right now, babe”

“Ugh whatever” Nayeon sits on the edge of bed, rubbing her eyes, she looks down only to find her little friend straining against her boxers.

“Babe…” Nayeon mumbles out, palming her bludge, sighing out at the pleasure, she can see you in front of the vanity and your face through the mirror.

“Yes, Alpha?” You say, not looking away from applying your primer.

“I think we might need to get a little sidetracked before the party…” Nayeon smirks. “Would you be a good ‘mega and help your poor alpha out, hmm?” She leans back on one arm using the other to stick her hand under her boxers. But all she’s met with is a towel to the face,

“Better take a cold shower then”

—

Nayeon annoyingly mumbles against her breath as the two of you make it to the front door, it was Sana’s party and she invited all the Twice members over for some fun.

“Oh sush it you big baby, I promise you can have your fun after the party” You lean up giving Nayeon a loving peck before knocking on the door.

"pssh, whatever" She grumbles.

Sana is the one who opens the door and she almost squeals when she sees the two of you.

“Oh emm geee! You look as cute as ever!” Nayeon rolls her eyes,

“I know I do-“ She’s shoved out the way as Sana rushes to squeeze your cheeks.

“You look so pretty in your dress, Y/N! So tiny and cute! Nayeon is so lucky to have an omega like you!”

You smirk as you look up at Nayeon who just tsks, “yeah, I know”

The party goes on and it’s just everyone catching up with one another, talking about schedules and what not.

You sat between Momo and Nayeon. Your girlfriend’s hand went behind your lower back and against the side of your thigh as she brought you closer to her, leaning down to sniff at your scent gland. Your scent giving her more euphoria than the glass of wine in her other hand.

“Izz that your shcent ohmega?” Momo perks up next to you, she’s had more than just a glass of wine, “wow you shmell soooo gooood” her words slur a little as she leans forward to nuzzle the scent gland on your neck, you yelp a little, pushing yourself closer to Nayeon.

“Yeah, yeah she smells amazing I know.” Nayeon grumbles pushing Momo’s head away. "We don't wanna smell that nasty breath of yours, smells like whiskey and a shot of ass"

Momo tsks and rolls her eyes, "whatevaaa"

The night goes on until the members excuse each other one by one, until there was five of you. You and Nayeon with Mina, Sana, and Momo.

It was clear that Momo wasn't going home tonight. And Mina, well she's kinda just been there, like always, never the center of the crowd but always the bystander. Sana mentioned that Mina stays over at her place a lot, so she probably won't go home tonight.

But you felt kind of weird since all of them were alphas and Nayeon loves to hang out with all three of them. You were starting to get tired, your eyes droopy as you snuggled closer to Nayeon.

Sana noticed, "Hey Nayeon, if your omega is tired you can put her in the guest room, she seems like she'll fall asleep any minute"

—

Nayeon carefully set you down on the bed, she tucked some hair behind your bed, leaving a sweet kiss on your forhead,

"sweet 'mega," she whispers against your year, "sleep well, you'll be waking up soon"

You mumble something incoherent in your sleep, snuggling under the covers. Nayeon lets out a light laugh before leaving the room.

But your sleep nap is short lived because you wake up to your dress getting pulled off,

“Ngg- Nayeoon I’m too sleepy” you whine,

“It’s okay baby you don’t gotta do a thing” A voice slurs in your ear, a voice that doesn’t sound like your alpha.

“Wh-what!?” You quickly get up pulling the almost slipped off dress up to cover yourself. You come face to face with Mina. Her eyes blown wide with lust.

“Mina? What are you doing? I’m mated to Nayeon” You blurt out.

You gasp as your hair is pulled back, not by Mina, and forcing you to face the open door, there stands Nayeon, a bit sluggish in her stance,

"Nayeon said that we could play-, I mean punish you since you gave her blue balls in the morning!" A voice perks up next to you, Sana, the same person who held your hair.

"Not blue balls! She just denied me, that's all!" Nayeon whined.

"Yeah, yeah. As long as we can have fun with this cute omega, I don't think it really matters" Momo murmurs from next to you, "god, your scent is driving me crazy"

Your dress is pulled off till you’re only in your underwear.

“Mmgh!” You’re face is pulled up till it aligns with Sana’s dick.

“Shh, it’s okay baby girl I’m sure you’ll love this punishment” She murmurs sweet praises as she nudges her dick into your mouth. You gasp around her as she pushes in, holding your face in place as she fucks your mouth.

Momo runs her hands over your body, squeezing and poking all the right places as you begin to squirm. Mina work with your cunt, rubbing it from outside your underwear,

"fuck so wet already" She murmurs, slowly pulling them away. She drives two fingers straight into your dripping hole, your eyes widen as the sudden fast pace of her fingers, Sana's dick falling out your mouth as you squeal.

"t-too fast mmm its t'much!" You whine against Momo's hold as Mina brings you to a quick orgasm. Not a second is wasted as you're flipped over onto your front, your face against the edge of the bed, Nayeon stands in front of you, smirk on her face.

"you look so good like this, baby" She murmurs under her breath, pulling out her cock, "the big bad alphas," she mocks, "are gonna take turns fucking you, okay?"

As soon as she nudges her head between your lips, someone else is pushing in from behind, mercilessly fucking into you, you turn to look at who it is but your face is gripped by your cheeks,

"nuh uh, baby, eyes on me, and only me" Nayeon orders pushing her dick back into your mouth roughly, making you gag.

There's a tight grip on your hips, as your cunt is used over and over again. You don't even remember how many times you've been used or how many times you've been brought into a high. You feel someone spill cum into your cunt, and then another dick is filling you up.

It's until one orgasm crashes over you, and you nearly scream at its force, shakily you fall down on the bed, bringing your knees to your chest as everything begins to feel too much.

You don't even notice three people leaving the room until Nayeon is pulling you up on her lap.

"one more baby and we're done" She murmurs praises while leaving light kisses on your jaw. You sleepily nod.

"good girl" She pushes her cock into you and begins to thrust up, pulling you down by the hips as you let out moans against her neck. You guessed she was also pent up because soon her knot is slipping into and she's leaving sweet kisses and hickies around and on your mating mark.

...

"sooo...do you wanna go out to eat at our favorite place tomorrow?"

"Nayeon...your dick is inside me right now, can we talk about this later?"

#twice x reader #twice smut #nayeon smut #sana smut #momo smut

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cyberpunkhwx · 10 months

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When they find your p*rn dash

❥Pairing: ateez hyung line x gn(fem?) Reader

❥ Genre: Suggestive

❥Warning: mention of porn, mention of future sexual actions, suggestive, comedy?(nah just me trying to be funny)

❥Word count:

❥Requested? No

Hongjoong:

"Babe! Can I borrow your laptop? I forgot mine at the dorm" Said your boyfriend in the livingroom. You were in the kitchen, making the dinner while Joong was continuing his work from home.

You let out a hum, trusting your boyfriend with your belonging, not minding it at all.

He took it as a green light as he muttered a "Thank you" as he opened your laptop.

As he settled everything down, he found a weird looking tab open. Maybe it was important? He decided to let it be and just open a new tap bit curiosity took better of him.

But the random moaning sound that came put of the tab catching you both off guard, making you come running to your bf.

"Y/N!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE WATCHING YESTERDAY AND TOLD ME ITS JUST ANOTHER ROM-COM MOVIE?"

"MAYBE!"

Silence. No one said a word until he took a deep breath and started again.

"You know we could actually give that position a try you kno- KIM HONGJOONG!- JUST AN IDEA OKAY!!

Ddeonghwa:

It didn't take him long to snap at how "messy" your apartment was. Well, to you, it's pretty normal but your bf definitely disagreed.

"Move your feet y/n"

"agh"

"Don't 'agh' me young lady, I'm here doing you a favour"

"And I'm realllllllyyyyyyy thankful to you babe, I love my responsible boyfriend sooo much"

"T-thanks babe- Wait, Y/L/N Y/N you know this ain't my responsibility right?"

"Yeah yeah sorry my bad"

He huffed, not really pleased with your answer but kept on his work.

"Babe, you gotta update your shopping list"

"My phone is there" you said pointing at your desk with your toes.

"Are you that lazy y/n? C'mon get up" He said going toward your phone. Entering your password and going to find your Note app.

Only to have his eyes blessed with the playing video of a video screaming her lungs out, as she's being pounded like no tomorrow

You suddenly jump out of the bed toward him and try to snach the phone out of his hands.

But as the little shit he is, he held it above your head. Using his height to keep you on your toes as the video is still being played.

"What? Were you watching it yourself at some point? Let's check it together, huh?"

He let out another loud laugh as he heard you whining in his chest.

"We gonna do alot with this video, baby"

Yuyu:

He hasn't been the same since he opened your phone and saw your twitter bookmarks.

Like he knew you can find everything on the bird app but y/n, HIS Y/N?

"Here I thought I've been planning to wife up a cutie not knowing how filthy they were"

He thought to himself smirking as he got up from his position on the chair. Making his way to your shared room. Where you were laying cluelessly.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" He said basically jumping on you, easily towering on you body with his.

"A little bird told me you liked it when I use advantage of my giant self" He said as he slipped his hands to your face.

"Wha-who-w-why would you ever think like that?" You argued, clearly not ready for him to find out this way.

"Deny all you want love, I won't keep you from the endless pleasure I can give you, now that... I know" He whispered the last part as he grinned beside your ear.

Yeosang:

"I never knew you were into Hard-core Bdsm gets fucked on the wal -" you snached the phone out of his hands before he kept reading the title of the tab you left open before using the bathroom.

"How much of that did you see?!" You said Panicked of your boyfriend seeing the kinky side of you.

You always tried to keep ot vanilla. Slow and gentle kissed. Nothing like what your boyfriends eyes just witnessed.

"Enough" He said smiling to himself.

"Is this why you insisted on having empty walls in almost every room? I could do that if you want to, you I do!" He said flexing his arms as he still gave you his goofy smile.

"Emm- ohhh guess what my mom just called and I gotta- it's fine I wasn't planning on doing anything now- Oh... that's- Cuz I'm gonna devour you whole tonight Babe. Wear the lacy once, those you keep under your socks"

He said now taking his own phone and leaving you to "call your mom".

A/n: lemme know how it was!

Requests: Open

Masterlist

#ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez jongho #ateez reaction #ateez scenarios #mingi #mingi ateez #song mingi #ateez hongjoong #ateez san #ateez reaction fluff #ateez reactions #ateez x y/n #ateez wooyoung #ateez yunho #ateez imagines #kpop reactions #ateez ff #ateez x reader

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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what about matty sitting down with reader to talk about how he may need some help mentally. (like where he pulled out that pill on that interview) like discussing it with her. they both take it very seriously. and reader is very supportive and caring

I didn't want to diagnose him over the internet or get into details cuz that's his business and obviously l'm not a psychiatrist or anything. So l've left this a bit vague out of respect for him, the mental health profession, and anyone else who might struggle with these . But here's a lil something. To everyone who relates to this. You got this. You matter. I love you and I’m here for you!

——

"Can I just ask one question?" She looks at him, nervously, playing with the sleeve of her shirt. "Are you breaking up with me?"

Matty's eyes widen, "what?! No! What on earth gave you that idea!'

"Well, you've been saying you wanna talk. And that it's important. And that we need to do it in private...so..?”

"No, god, no! Babe-“ he kisses her, a bit too eagerly, as if to communicate through his touch, how badly he wants her around. "You, might, though....once- emm-listen-" he pulls away, looking down at his feet and trying to remember the words of the speech he had rehearsed in his head a thousand times leading up to this moment. Right now, though, nothing comes to mind.

“I think- I feel like- I want-“ he starts several times, trying to find the right words. The right thoughts. To put them all together in a coherent order, but he's absolutely lost.

She his his hands trembling so she reaches out to hold them in hers, squeezing gently to get his attention. “Hey,” she smiles, clearly unsure of where this was going, but having every faith that, whatever it is, she’d be there with him. “It’s me, Matty. You can talk to me.”

“Yeah, yeah- I know. I just- don’t quite have the right words. Help me?” He looks up at her, briefly, before his eyes dart away again. But even in that quick glance, she knew she saw fear.

“Okay, why don’t we start with the basics. What’re you feeling, right now?”

Matty thought about her question for a moment but he couldn’t come up with a real answer. “Well, I think-“

“Nope. You’re doing this all wrong. I said feeling! Not thinking. If you’re thinking, it’s already too late.”

“What do you want me to do, then?” He yelled, frustrated.

“how about this, umm, close your eyes.”

“What?” He almost laughed, shaking his head.

“Just trust me! Close your eyes!”

“That sounds dumb, I’m not doin’ that…” he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, crossing his legs.

“Fuckin trust me. Close your eyes, NOW!!”

Begrudgingly, he did as she said, wishing he could roll his eyes instead. “Okay, so, now what?”

“Now, breathe. Take a deep breath.”

“You’re not tryna trick me into meditating, are you? Cuz I told you, that hippie shit isn’t-“

“Shut up for a second! Will you? Breathe, Matty. Okay….you can’t see me. You can’t look at me. You can’t think about me or how I’ll react. I’m not even here! Alright! It’s dark. It’s you. Just you and your thoughts. Think out loud. Go ahead…speak!”

“Well, umm- okay, I- I feel helpless. Stuck. Like, uhh- like I can’t move past this - this wall of- apathy. It makes me feel out of control. Shitty. Yeah, shitty…that’s what it feels like! Like, I don’t know if I’ll wake up tomorrow and be able to function, or if I’ll be so consumed with….with….I don’t know despair that I’ll struggle to get out of bed. Like, I don’t care anymore. About shit I should care about! - shit this dumb trick of yours actually works- like I want to quit. Everything just feels too heavy and too much, and it’s pointless, like why am I even trying if I can’t get anywhere? Why do I bother? If I can’t rely on myself how can I expect others to rely on me, you know?”

He finally paused. Having run out of thought, run out of words, and suddenly feeling breathless. Whatever courage or impulse had helped him speak was now drained. Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking away the blur and adjusting to the light again. He could finally see her, but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“Well, say something, please.” He whispered.

She gave him a nervous smile. “I will, I- umm, I’m just thinking.”

Matty nodded. “Okay, okay…thinking’s good. It’s good to think….could you think faster please?”

She knew this was an important moment, both for him personally, and for their relationship. Matty had thought this through. He always did. Everything he ever says is carefully considered. Even when having spontaneous conversations, you can always see the gears turning in his mind as he offers an opinion or considers different options. So, he’s likely been thinking about this for a while. Wondering whether to bring it up at all, or to keep it to himself. She wanted to offer him the same level of care and consideration. To let him know she took this as seriously as he does.

“Okay, so, first of all- I just- I love you, Matty. And, I’m glad you’re talking to me about this.”

Matty smiled and nodded giving her the courage to keep going.

“Would it be alright if I asked you some questions?”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

“How- how long have you felt this way?”

“Long enough.” He responded without missing a beat. “I mean, this isn’t something that I just woke up with. Not even something I’ve felt for a week or two. Honestly…I can’t remember a time when I haven’t felt this way.”

She felt her heartbreak as he spoke, but she didn’t want to make this moment about her or her sadness, so, setting aside these unprocessed feelings, she carried on reading carefully. “Why- now? I mean, what’s changed then?”

“Like, why am I telling you this now? Well, I think…I think my whole life has been about trying to deal with this feeling. Everything I’ve ever done- with my relationships, with sex, with religion, or lack thereof I should say, with drugs - and we both know how that went- and music, and- everything. it’s all been about trying to mediate this feeling, control it, get rid of it. I think…it’s time to try something different. You know?”

She nodded, relief washing over her. “Okay, that- umm- makes sense to me. Did you have something in mind?”

“Yeah, actually. Think I wanna see a psychiatrist, or something.”

“Mhm, that sounds like a good idea.” She tried to keep her excitement to herself for the time being, giving him the space to express his feelings first. “Can I ask, have you ever been to therapy?”

“Off and on. Haven’t really stuck with it, but, you know, back then….I was on smack and stuff.”

She wanted to say that he should give it another shot, but she knew she was smart enough to draw that conclusion on his own, so she simply nodded, signaling that she understood.

“Probably should try it again, shouldn’t I?” He read her mind, making her giggle.

“I mean, if you want to! It’s okay if that feels like a lot right now. One step at a time.”

“Right.”

“Matty? Can I hug you?”

“Only, if you’ll also kiss me.”

She chuckled, jumping right into his lap and wrapping her arms around him, giving him a sweet, comforting kiss. when he pulled away for a breath, she laid her head on his shoulder, breathing him in. “ I’m gonna say a thing-“

“No- please don’t. I know what you’re gonna say and- just- no.”

“I’m gonna say it. And don’t squirm like a worm. Just, listen, okay? I’m proud of you. I really am. You’re growing up, Matty. That’s hard to do. You’re taking care of yourself, and- fuck, now I’m crying.” She swiped her hand across her face quickly, wiping the tears away. “You’ve been through so much, and you haven’t let it dim your soul. I think that deserves some acknowledgment. You’re too fucked up to accept it, but it’s true. I’m proud of you. And I love you. And I’m with you every step of the way. However long it takes.”

“Stop talking and kiss me again.”

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look-at-the-soul · 8 months

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You asked babe to bring you something from your favorite coffeeshop. Did they get your order right?

I love you a latte ☕️

The strong smell of butter woke him up early, he knew you had been up at least one hour ago even before the sunrise.

After stepping out of the bathroom he picked the clothes he wore the previous day from the floor and silently made his way out of the house.

It was probably a ten minutes walk to the park where a food truck was turned into a coffee truck, your favorite spot to take the kids and enjoy a sunny day. The small business was run by a young couple who were trying to make extra money to pay for their wedding.

“Hey Emmett! Morning.”

“Morning!” He smiled and then noticed Cia arranging the pastries. “Hello Cia.”

“Emmett! It’s good to see you around, did you and your wife bring the kids to the park?”

“No, she’s working there’s a big party tonight and she got a request for a huge batch of cookies.”

“Ow say hello from me, the usual?” She asked with a smile.

“Please.”

“Right away, big latte, almond milk, blonde espresso with two pumps of toffee nut and-“

“One pump white mocha.” Emmett finished his wife’s order.

After a lifetime he finally learned to ask for your order correctly. And he knew it wasn’t so hard to remember.

Paying attention was one of the best way to show you care. To him it was the smallest things that count the most.

“Can I ask you for a regular coffee for me, please? The leftover cookies will be enough sweet for the rest of the weekend.”

“Sure thing.” Cia gave him a nod, they were regular costumers.

“And I’ll take one vanilla eclair for her, she loves that.”

“Her cookies sold out yesterday, she’ll probably get a few calls later.”

Emmett smiled pleased with his wife’s business, she made all kind of cookies from the simplest to the most complex, last week she was busy all weekend baking a huge quantity for the schools return.

Waving the couple goodbye Emmett returned home.

“Oh hi!” You smiled beautifully towards your husband.

Placing your cup on the kitchen island, Emmett leaned down to kiss your lips.

“Morning beautiful, coffee?”

You hummed against his lips, hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders and then up, to run your fingers through his long curls.

“Best way to start my day, thank you Emm.”

“Will I be your official helper again?” He asked referring as the last time you made him wash his hands three times to help you pack each cookie in a bag.

“Of course!” Taking a sip, you closed your eyes at the contact. “Hmm, perfect.”

The kiss that followed was interrupted by the loud cries from the baby sitting on the bouncer.

“Little Miss Harper what’s the matter?” Emmett wiped the tears from her eyes.

“What’s this?” You asked taking the paper bag, finding soon the answer. “Eclair! Love you lots.”

Emmett saw you enjoying the pastry and he playfully pointed at the corner of your lips, pointing at some crème, pulling you by the chin he kissed right on it tasting the sweetness on your lips.

“You’re the best husband.” You praised as your eight month old hid her little face on her daddy’s neck. “Look! These are the autumn cookies I’ll be selling this season.

He loved to see you being in your element, doing what you loved the most.

“Is there a sneak peek for me?” He asked tickling his daughter.

“Of course, you’re my favorite client.” You winked, bringing one of the cookies to his mouth.

He praised the flavor and shook the crumbs from his shirt just as your sons stormed into the kitchen.

“Can we have some cookies now?” Raylan stood on his toes, eyeing the cookies. “Oww they’re pink.” He wrinkled his nose.

You smiled as Nathan joined all of you, his bed hair was still evident, but he quickly threw his pacifier and asked for one.

“You can have a pumpkin.” You offered your eldest. “Now you know the rules, no kids allowed in the kitchen while mommy is working.”

Emmett motioned the boys to follow him, he’d put on a movie for them and bring them breakfast while you let the cookies dry completely. But Harper started to get fussy for being taken away from you.

“I think I lost my hearing.” Emmett chuckled handing you your daughter.

“Oh, poor thing.” You leaned forward to kiss Harper and then her daddy, earning a squeal from the baby. “She likes it when I kiss you.”

“I like when you kiss me.” Emmett added tickling her belly. “Go with them, I’ll make breakfast.”

Taking your coffee and the remains of your eclair you turned to look at this man for an instant, before going to the living room with your boys. Feeling so grateful for the man he was, for the way he treated you and all he did to make this place a safe home for his family.

****

A/N: Long story short, yes Emmett got the perfect coffee order ☕️🥰 I just got carried away… this scene just flashed before my eyes as a flashback before the invasion. ❤️‍🩹

#That’s what Cill said #cillian murphy imagine #emmett aqpii imagine #emmett a quiet place #Emmett aqpii fanfic #emmett a quiet place 2 #emmett fanfic #Emmett aqp2 x reader #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n

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emmedoesntdomath · 10 months

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emme’s 92sies review

@sparkedblaze I stole your idea because I was bored xoxo so here's my 92sies thoughts, with occasional running historical commentary:

okay having max do the intro was genius, he's a perfect introduction

they're on the horace greeley statue that's cool (editor of the tribune) (left, came back, died) (yer a nerd, emme)

kloppmannnnnn my guy

we really ditched the cowboy bit in livesies huh

max: *smack*

mush is RIPPED

god I love skittery and his relationship with race so muchhhh

ooh christian did a little dance- kind of. he twirled once. love you babe.

I actually love the 92sies lyrics and I know that's an unpopular opinion, but they're so funny

christian bale was either high or drunk whilst filming this and that's a fact

morris is older. fight me (not you, @noxexistant, I love you. just blaze.) (IM KIDDING IM KIDDING)

race's jokes are funnier here just because max casella looks like he's having the time of his life saying them

"must be from brooklyn"

no way my guy just counted all those papers that quick

I love how jack just straight up mocks davey,., like bro that's not how you get a bf

PULITZER HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS HE HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS (at this point, pulitzer was nearly blind because of health issues. we love to see historically accurate choices)(or I do at least)

that is how headlines worked, actually. stealin from the competition, stealin again

GUESS WE BOTH GOT AN EDUCATION

yessssss 92sies les drink that beer

why does every fight scene look like it's from a cartoon

davey's such an asshole. I adore him.

medda I love you but literally every part of your casting and story in this movie is wrong and makes me mad

davey: -and our friend

jack: fucki- excuse you??? since when

sarah's so prettyyyyyyy and not interested in jack at all

this version of santa fe is like,.., sweeter. I'm pretty sure I've fallen asleep to it before

oop except for the dancing bit. forgot about that.

HELP WHY IS THERE A HORSE AIN'T NO WAY FRANCIS SULLIVAN KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A HORSE

Imao oscar imitating kid blink

are you outta your MIND- racetrack higgins, 1899

look at davey being the voice of reason and then immediately doing a 180 after making eye contact with his crush. proud of you bro

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

boot's lil solo is the best and so cute oh my god

dentondentondentondenton

you're just gonna let your little brother walk into the world with a guy you met a week ago????

jackie boyyyyyyyyyy

dominic lucero has my entire heart. he does everything with a grin and enthusiasm I,,, *brb sobbing into my pillow*

..they are throwing hundreds of dollars in papers away like it's confetti

NOO CRUTCHYYYY

iS tHaT dAvE hEyA dAvE

cartoon fight.2

gabriel damon is like a literal child and he is doing the absolute most

THE CEILING FAN TRICK YES BUMLETS (I take it back, dominic is still doing the most)

every word out of crutchy's mouth makes me want to hit a brick wall (affectionate)

bro sarah's gay and thinks you're an idiot

ON THE GROUNDS OF BROOKLYN YOUR HONOR (-my favorite part of the entire movie)

I love that gabriel and max seem to be actually friends, despite their age difference. that was definitely the reason people started seeing sprace.

denton seemed to care about davey, at least a little bit, which is interesting to me, because he seems to only care about the other newsies a little bit. I feel like it’s a sees himself in him deal.

don't hide under carriages kids

they would not let him use a very expensive printing press as a bed. I refuse. I’m in denial about it.

RALLY RALLY RALLY

spot conlon is an icon

do I have problems with medda? yes. do I think the swing is kind of cool? also yes.

jack, you’re an idiot

NO DAVEY LOOKS SO HURT STOP IT

the jokes weren’t funny I took the money my friends from home don’t know what to say

there’s no bill and darcyyyyyyyy. sad times.

this version of once and for all is too slow and boring. sorry not sorry.

90s CGIIIIII FOR THE WIN

I feel like this version of the strike has gone on for like three minutes, not two weeks, but that’s fine

pulitzer and jack are both approximately two years old shouting SHUT UP at each other

look at all those kids (is this reality? meh. hundreds to thousands of kids did show, but that seems like overkill)

the goveaNAH

why are all of the jacobs crying??? they’ve known this guy for a month at most???

oooo carrying the banner’s backkkk (again, these lyrics are better, you shall bury me on this hill)

bro he came back and the first thing out of his mouth was davey come over here. gay.

oh hi denton

YES SPOT BE THE KING THAT YOU ARE RIDE THAT CARRIAGE

and then they got a happy ending. so cute.

okay, okay, so. cinematically? the movie needs some help. it wasn’t very planned out, and it’s clearly a disney movie at some points. 6.5/10

historically? they did better than I remembered. certainly better than the stage production. my biggest issues lie with medda and probably jack himself. 7.5/10

musically? I like their carrying the banner, king of new york, and santa fe a lot. but most of these kids weren’t professionals, which does give the stage production a better quality. still, they worked with what they had. 7/10

overall? I adore this movie. I really do. I’m going to be honest, though, and say 7.5/10

okay I’m done now because it’s midnight. I’ll post this tomorrow. byeeeeee

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ladylooch · 4 months

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Imagine Lio finding out how he was conceived by overhearing Timo and Emma's conversation in the kitchen talking about that night like her halloween costume, how drunk they were, and their hookup, not knowing that Lio has been eavesdropping the whole time?

“Silence.” Timo murmurs to Emma as he comes down with the baby monitor for the twins room. “Sweet, sweet, kid free silence.” Emma laughs, eyes drinking in Timo as he comes towards her. He opens his arms, pulling her into his chest. He presses a smooch to the top of the head, then rubs his hands up and down her back lazily.

All four Meier babies are tucked into bed on a cool October night where the wind is whipping the changing leaves off the trees. It’s perfect snuggling on the couch weather. It is also a reminder of the upcoming team party they are attending at the end of the week.

“We still need costume ideas for the halloween party this weekend.” Emma mumbles into his chest. Timo grunts out an annoyed huff.

“You know I hate coming up with ideas for this stuff. That’s why I married you… cause you’re so good at it.”

“T, I have like one brain cell left right now. Please help.”

“Okay, you be Tinker Bell.”

“I’ve already been Tinker Bell. It was pretty memorable.” She rests her chin in her hand, looking up at his face.

“I remember how good it looked on the floor of Nico’s place. Everything else is fuzzy…”

“Well, we had a baby 40 weeks later.”

“39, he was early.” He reminds her, then kisses her nose. Emma laughs. “But you were so drunk that night, I don’t expect you to remember that.”

“I was buzzed, not drunk.” She pats Timo’s ass then steps aside to grab the popcorn from the pantry.

“Beer makes me soooo drunk, hehehe.” He mocks while going to the cabinet with the wine glasses. “Although I want you drunk and needy again tonight, I know we have an early morning. So, white or red?”

“Surprise me.” She requests. Timo disappears downstairs to their wine cellar, then comes back up with a bottle of red wine from Napa Valley the year Lio was conceived. “You feeling nostalgic?” She asks, thinking of the night 7 years ago where they unknowingly changed their lives forever. Timo shrugs.

“A little.” He works the metal into the corkscrew. “Was thinking today about how lucky we are. Even though it’s all a little chaotic right now with the boys.”

“That’s why we have wine.” Emma shrugs, sprinkling in the unpopped corn into the pan.

“Tell me, babe…” Timo trails off, popping the cork open. His eye glaze up Emma’s body, resting on her face. “What was your favorite position that night?”

“Missionary on the table.”

“Excellent choice.” Timo nods, pouring Emma a healthy glass of wine. “Mine was on the floor to end the night.”

“Making looooooove.” Emma admires longingly as he walks forward with her wine. “Thank you.” She murmurs, grabbing the glass from him and taking a long sip. She sighs happily, watching Timo pour his glass. “I loved the next morning too.” She confesses. “Waking up next to you felt so right.” Timo smirks.

“Then you ran off.”

“Hey, I didn’t have a choice that time.” She defends herself gently.

“Ran home to Switzerland with my baby inside of you. A Lio the lion.” Emma grins.

“Ugh, he loved that stuffy so much when he was a baby. I wish he was still that little.”

“I know. He was sleeping with it the other day, did you see?”

“No I wasn’t.” Comes a sassy little voice from the stairs. Lio peers around the corner at his parents who are surprised to see him.

“Well… this doesn’t look like your bed?” Timo questions curiously.

“I needed a glass of water.” Lio pads further into the room, going to the cabinet next to his parents. Neither of them move, watching their self-sufficient boy get his own cup of water. He sucks it down fast, adding in an Ahhhh afterwards. Emma hides her smile in Timo’s t-shirt.

“Good stuff?”

“Mhm. What’s missionary?” Lio wonders. “And whats it got to do with me?” Timo starts laughing immediately, of course, leaving Emma to deal with the question on her own. Emma slaps Timo’s back as he walks away.

“Thanks for making it worse, T.” She calls jokingly to him. “Um, that’s a question for when you’re older. And it’s not past your bedtime.”

“So tomorrow? I’ll be older tomorrow.”

“Mmmm, nope.” Emma holds her ground, turning his little shoulders towards the stairs. “Quit delaying. I’m not fighting you about going to school tomorrow because you’re tired.”

#tm: loving & leaving

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theearthwassoup · 1 year

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ay! no escribis para yelena, emm babe? con Kate? ... o I bet you think about me con Kate también

babe

a/n: hi! I love this song so much and I also love how upbeat the tempo is but the lyrics are sad. hopefully this drabble does it justice! word count: 204

Your hands trembled as you declined the incoming call, tears streaming down your face.

She broke all of her promises, your mind graciously supplied you as you sank down to the floor, back against your bedroom door. It was surprising you had made it this far without breaking down. You let yourself sob to the music of your constantly ringing phone, head in your hands. After what felt like eternity, you stood on trembling legs, dragging yourself over to your wall where pictures hung. One-by-one, every photo and memory of Kate was wiped from your wall. Dried tears made your face feel tight as you glared at your phone, which was lit up with the photo of your girl- ex-girlfriend. Giving in, you answered, your knuckles around the device as Kate's frantic voice filled your ears.

"Y/N, baby, I'm so sorry, let me explain please-"

You scoffed, shaking your head.

"How could you?" You asked, voice trembling, "We made promises to each other, to our future, to our love. Was she worth loosing me?"

Kate's breath hitched at your question, obviously holding back tears herself. But before she could reply, your cold, tired voice echoed through both of your minds.

"It's over, babe."

a/n: ok this is definitely one of the shorter drabbles but that's only because I had to stop it where it ended or else I would write a 5k fic for something that's supposed to be a drabble lol. hopefully you enjoyed this! thank you for reading

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop angst #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop drabble

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gniteruirui · 1 year

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I'm so short compared to you, I imagined you'd be the same height as me. Nope, you're a tall babe and im even more in love than before

Srry i forgot wat i Hmm u kno i think I uhhh I was just guna say that emm ummm well uuuu know when I ummm and u n i yes umm

#ask #Nia don’t play with me #my #love is mutual #you did actually made me blush hard lmaoo #how tall are you? sorry #👀

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fangswbenefits · 7 months

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Hi babe!

Wanted to ask if the fic will have spoilers? Since I just started the game and I didn’t want to get spoiler, so I know if it’s safe to read now or if I should save it for a later read 🥰

Love you, you’re doing amazing ♥️

Oh the fic will have major spoilers for the game 🥺 maybe you should save it for MUCH later..... this is endgame content. But thank you so much for showing interest, Emme 🩷 and I hope you enjoy the game (and Halsin)!

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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gyuswhore · 11 months

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emm!! my love!!! i hope youre doing well, just wanted to check in!!

nia <3

nia!!!!

im doing amazing babe, how are you <33

#em.talks #em.nia

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pinkiemme · 1 year

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Hi Emme 💕 just popping in here to say i scroll through your art probably an unhealthy amount. I just love your style so much 💙

Listen

Babe

Listen

Just

Love

You

Much

Hurts

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galacticgraffiti · 2 years

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haven't been on the desktop for awhile and the PURPLE FOR EYA????? I am obsessed.

ME TOO BABE ME TOO oh god i’m digging my own grave with eya but i love them too much not a second passes where i don’t think about them

also here have a tiny snippet of eya that @pinkiemme made for me and i’m still crying about it (once i finish the next installment for eya you shall get the entire artwork)

i’m OBSESSED i am feral i am foaming at the mouth eya my beloved emme my beloved nat my beloved

#oc eya #gala’s ocs

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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OMG I loved your head canons on Dabi and Hawks' favorite sex positions!!! Can you do one more for Shouto???

Awww thank you so much that's so sweet

Of course I'll do this one for you.

Genre : NSFW/ mentioning of sex positions/ suggestive themes.

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

I will explain the sex positions a bit as I mention them just in case something isn't clear.

Shouto will be aged up here! I repeat, he will be aged up!

Dabi and Hawks' version

Bakugo, Kirishima and Izuku's version

Masterlist

I envision him as a romantic in bed to be honest, so his favorite positions would involve you two facing each other.

He likes the lotus position where he's sitting cross legged and you straddling him. This position is so intimate and allows you both to be looking into each other's eyes.

He likes to go slow and deep while in this position, and enjoys watching your facial expressions when he thrusts inside you.

He would kiss your lips and neck, and fondle your breasts and sometimes even uses his quirk on them, especially the ice part of it because he enjoys your shudders and the way your nipples perk up whenever he does so.

He would whisper erotic things in your ear:

_" emm babe you smell so good"

_" you're so sexy"

_" that's it sweetheart let me hear your voice"

_" can you feel me deep inside you?"

_" go on love cum for me"

He loves it when you bury your face in the crook of his neck and pull on his hair whenever you're close to orgasm.

Another one of his favorites is the jump and grind position which is self explanatory; it involves him standing up and you jumping in his arms, his hands supporting your buttocks and/or your back while he's thrusting inside you.

Typically, this position would involve the carried person to have their back pushed up against the wall in order to give them more stability and to lessen the pressure on their partner. But Shouto doesn't like it that way, he wants to be as close to you as possible so he makes sure the only support you have is him, that way you would have your arms and legs wrapped impossibly tight around him.

His hands would be supporting your ass, squeezing your cheeks each time he goes faster.

This position allows him direct access to your neck, and he makes sure to leave his marks there: he would run his tongue and nose along the side of your neck, kiss you gently at first and then suck hard until he feels your nails digging even deeper on his back.

As you may or may not have guessed, he's a passionate guy who prefers to take his time and go slow as opposed to do quickies.

He has a very high stamina and can go for multiple rounds each time you have sex.

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lilithbasically · 2 years

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“Say My Name”

Kirishima x Reader

W.C.: 5.1K

*Minors DNI*

This is for @katsupeach ‘s FOB lyric collab! I had “anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name” from Just One Yesterday and I had a lot of fun writing this. Emme is an amazing writer and a total fucking sweetheart, definitely go check out her work! Thank you for letting me join, bby 🖤💋

Warnings: pretty heavy on the angst for a good bit, fluff, mutual pining/longing, dubcon (alcohol involved), possibly cheating (? really depends on how you personally view the situation), daddy kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, soft dom Kiri vibes, size kink, use of “Little One, baby girl, baby”, cockwarming

You’re not as excited as you should be even though it’s been 10 years since you’ve seen most of your classmates. Keeping up with them mainly through social media, a sprinkle of coffee dates every couple years, attending weddings, only keeping in near constant contact with one or two people. You know why you can’t fully embrace the joy of reuniting with old friends; he’s here. You know he’s here because you can see that big red truck he’s always loved so much parked just a few spaces away.

Finally stepping from the comfort of your car with the bottle of tequila you were assigned to bring, you walk towards the door of the rec center. Small buds of anticipation sprout from your heart while the thought of him makes melancholia billow in your chest as thick as the summer air that’s heavy with water vapor; Suffocating any attempt at a full, deep breath to steady yourself. Opening the door, you’re immediately greeted with many familiar, slightly aged, faces. Music from your middle and high school years playing at a level low enough to accommodate conversations playing catch-up.

“Hey! Y/N’s here!” Looking to your left you see Mina, waving and walking toward you. Typical Mina fashion, she just inadvertently put all eyes on you. You don’t have to turn your head to see that pair of bright red eyes on you, you can feel them burning through your skin. You can see his bright red hair from the corner of your eye but you can’t bring yourself to turn your head. Pulling your big girl panties on, you smile and lift your hand in the most typically awkward wave you could manage.

“Hey, Mina! Good to see you. Mind telling me where the white claws are? I brought tequila but figure I should wait a bit for that,” you chuckle.

“Got ya covered, babes. Here you go. Theo couldn’t make it?”

You shake your head, “Oh uh, no. He has to work this weekend, so he’s back at the house.”

“Well, more party time for us!” You smile, letting her lead you to the group of women that were once your go to friend group.

“Oh my god, has she seen the picture wall? You have to, it’s full of you and Kirishima. No one realized you dated as long as you did until we saw all of the pictures in one spot,” Uraraka giggles.

‘Fuck,’ you think, as you’re dragged along by your former best friends, ‘a picture wall? Probably the last thing I need to see…’

Sure enough, there is a wall covered in pictures from your class’ school days and you and Kirishima happen to be in most of them. The first one that draws your attention is one from when you were in eighth grade; a sneaky snap of time that you could never forget, picture or none. Him leaned up against the wall of lockers, you gazing up at him in admiration.

You put the last class of the day’s book into your locker and sighed with relief. It was your birthday and you were just ready to get on with the festivities. You closed your locker door and slightly jumped, seeing Kirishima leaned up against the locker next to yours. You’d had a crush on him since he transferred here a year ago, had a few interactions but nothing major.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna go out with me?”

Your breath hitched at his unexpected proposal, sure that he was joking but when you chanced a look into his crimson eyes, you saw nothing but sincerity.

“Um, yeah. I’d love that.”

“Great, I’ll text you later,” he said, pushing off the lockers, “Oh and happy birthday, Y/N.”

You mentally cringe at how that memory plays out. You were in middle school at the time but your cheeks still warm in secondhand embarrassment for your younger self. Your eyes move to the next picture, a selfie of you and him in the apartment his family lived in. Your brain pulls the memory to the forefront of your mind like it happened just yesterday.

You leaned back against his chest, his arms secure around your waist. He wanted to spend his birthday watching horror movies with you and you were more than happy to oblige. Turning over to your stomach, laying between his legs, your head on his chest, he looks down at you. He reached a hand up, he hooked a finger under your chin and pulled your face to his, “You are so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he said as he planted a sweet, loving kiss on your lips.

You bring your fingers to your lips in remembrance, fully aware of the fact he kissed you like no other had your entire life. Not only then but every time. He always did kiss you as often as he could; When there was time to lay a peck on your lips, he was sure to be there ready to give.

His booming laugh steals you from your reverie. If there hadn’t been idle conversations or music playing, you’re sure it would echo throughout the entire rec center. You still can’t bring yourself to look directly at him but you see him in your peripheral, standing exactly where he was when you first arrived, amongst his still best friend Katsuki and the others that made up his old friend group. No doubt reliving the shenanigans they pulled over the years. Still, your attention is pulled back to the wall when you see the picture of you on the beach.

“Kiri please come dance with meeeeee…,” you whined.

“You know I’m a horrible dancer, Y/N.”

“So what? Almost everyone is, it doesn’t matter. Tonight is our last night on this island and I wanna make it count,” you huffed.

Your pouting never failed to persuade him into giving in to your antics. Reluctantly, Kirishima finally joined you on the dance floor, awkwardly moving with each other at first then abandoning all hope at actual dancing and instead jumping and having fun in time with the music.

Your eyes sting with the unshed tears brimming your lashes. You don’t understand why you’re suddenly so overcome with these longing, overwhelming emotions. You’ve thought of him plenty of times through the years and never had this reaction. Is it only because he’s a few steps away?

“Oh my goooooooddddd, look at this one! I swear you were the best couple ever, ugh. I was so jealous of y’all,” Hagakure muses.

Oh you definitely remember that one. Junior prom when he rented a limo that escorted you to and from the event center. It was one of those cheesy photos; posed, primed, easily recreatable. The picture directly next to it was different though; one taken by a patron of the prom. You and Kiri on the dance floor, his left arm cradling your waist, hand resting on your lower back. Right hand securely grasping yours, both smiling as wide as your faces allowed, gazing into each other’s eyes; That picture was the definition of adoration. Sipping your drink, you let yourself slip into your bank of memories again.

“You having fun, baby?” Kiri asked, as he ran his hands over the soft silk of your dress.

“Of course I am, Kiri. You’ve made tonight so fucking perfect I don’t know how I’ll ever do the same for you.”

“Don’t worry about that. I just want you to have fun, love,” he whispered, his breath ghosted across your cheek as he lowered his head to speak only to you. He pulled away and pressed a gentle kiss against your hair before he muttered, “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yeah, Kiri, I know. Never opposed to hearing you say it though,” you teased.

Kirishima sighed wistfully before he continued, “Doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you’ll always be my girl, baby. Anytime you want me, just say my name, and I’m yours.”

You ran your hands up his chest to cup his face, “Kiri, I’ll never want anyone but you, you don’t have to worry.”

“I know, baby girl. Just want you to know.”

Your saliva feels thick as it gathers under your tongue. Eyes stinging, pulse thrumming against your veins, breath struggling to complete its journey to your lungs, you barely make your way down the hall to the bathrooms. Your chest aches with unbridled longing, imploring you to go to him; To tell him all the things you should have years ago.

__________

He can feel you.

As ridiculous as it sounds, he can. You weren’t the first or last to arrive but he knows it’s you about to walk through that door. The nerves under his skin feel alight and buzz. Your presence sings to him as it always has, slinging his mind and body into a frenzy and suddenly his brain remembers every tender moment with you. They play like a slideshow through his head, beckoning him to you. Just to feel you near him again, even if you don’t touch. Just to know you were close enough to would be good enough for him, but he can’t move his feet. Use of his legs, like his breath, is stolen away the moment his eyes land on you. You are still so beautiful, the telling signs of aging seemed to only amplify that fact; the small wrinkles creasing the corner of your eyes when you smile, the subtle laugh lines that show the world how much you’ve enjoyed your life.

Kirishima tries to stay distracted and keep his eyes off you but as time ticks on, his gaze is continuously drawn to you, now watching you look over the picture wall. You lasted much longer than he had but, you have always been stubborn so he wasn’t surprised.

Watching you re-emerge from the bathroom, he clutches his beer bottle in his hand, and wills his limbs to move just as Katsuki throws his arm out in warning, “Don’t, dude.”

“What the fu- why?” Kirishima asks, slightly annoyed by his best friend’s resistance.

“You know why. Get a fuckin grip before you talk to her,” Katsuki tries to reason. “How would Trin feel knowing you were spending time with your highschool sweetheart while barely keeping your shit together?”

“It’s not like that anymore, Katsuki. We’re both married…,” Kirishima grumbles.

“Yeah and you’re both still head over fuckin’ heels for each other. She won’t look at you to save her life and you can’t keep your eyes off her. Everyone can see and feel the tension, maybe just wait until everything settles and we’re all chillin’, yeah?”

“Yeah…okay. I’ll wait,” Kirishima reluctantly relents. “We haven’t talked in years, I don’t understand what’s happening, Kats. I mean…you know we talked again right after we graduated but it didn’t go anywhere and we haven’t talked since then. I don’t understand what’s going on right now.”

“Ei, look, I can’t explain whatever feelings there are between the two of you, but I know you watch over her parent’s neighborhood even though it’s out of your patrol. I know you talk to her parents and make the effort to keep up with her life because you tell me about it every single time there’s something new. You’ve always loved her and maybe you still do, and maybe she still loves you but, you both chose different paths. You need to figure this shit out soon. Like, before you approach her. Otherwise, I don’t think tonight will end well for either of you.”

__________

Your body buzzes, well into the tipsy zone and you’re feeling pretty damn good. Your previous nerves are adequately numbed by the tequila shots everyone was partaking in. You swivel to fill your glass for another shot but turn face first into a wall. Well, not a wall exactly. Looking up, you’re met with a soft smile and gentle crimson eyes. Your voice comes out as a mere whisper when you sigh his name, “Kirishima…”

Mimicking your tone, he whispers his greetings, his heart beating wildly in his chest, his mind struggling to understand the dynamic between the two of you. You were stunned to say the least. Kirishima had always been huge compared to, well, everyone else but now? Now he was absolutely massive. An absolute hulking beast of a man with shoulders so wide you’re sure he had to go through doorways at an angle. His biceps are easily the size of your thighs, the muscles in his arms and chest straining against the black dress shirt as he crosses them. His eyes still remind you of sparkling rubies, his smile, though softer now, is still as beautiful as ever.

“Oh my god, um, hey, hi!” You say, snapping out of your state of shock, “Finally made your way over to me, huh?” You tease, sending him your best smirk, “Want a shot?”

“I’ve never been one to say no to a free shot. Fill ‘er up, Y/N.”

You gulp down your drink and take a deep breath, preparing yourself to give your thanks, “Uhh, sorry if this is weird or whatever but, my dad told me you stop by to check on them and I just wanna say that I appreciate that. Really. I hate not being here to make sure everyone is okay so it makes me feel better knowing someone I trust is doing it.”

Kiri smiles down at you, “Your family is good people, Y/N. I’m happy to do it.” You nod in acknowledgement, filling both cups for another shot. The air between you feels too thick, a level of unease filtering through unspoken confessions. Subtly catching Bakugo’s eye, Kirishima silently mouths ‘bro help please’ sending his best pleading expression. Bakugo just rolls his eyes, grabs his drink and joins you.

“Oi, brat, let’s go over to the bonfire. How ya doin?”

“Oh shit, hey, Katsuki! Uhh yeah I’m doing good just living life but you already know that since we talk almost every day,” you giggle, grab the bottle, and fall into step with the blonde.

Kirishima’s brows furrow at the new information, curious as to why his best friend kept this from him. Bakugo ignores the suspicious stare from Kirishima and explains lowly just loud enough only for Kirishima, “S’not a big deal, Shitty Hair. She’s just more tolerable than everyone else.”

“How’s Theo, Y/N?” Kirishima blurts out. Immediately regretting his question when your face scrunches and your shoulders tighten.

“He’s good…had to work this weekend so…” you trail off.

Not missing the brush off of the topic, Bakugo decides to further test the waters and asks, “How’s Trin, Kirishima?”

Glowering at his friend, Kirishima rolls his eyes, “She’s doing fine. Didn’t want to come,” he shrugs.

For a reason you cannot pin down, you bristle at his answer. Why wouldn’t she want to come? Who the hell wouldn’t want to be around Kirishima? I mean sure, it’s a high school reunion but still, it’s been fun and Kiri is always amazing. Not to mention how fucking hot he is.

“That’s too bad. We’d all love to meet her some day,” you mutter, trying to stay polite and not breach any invisible lines.

“Yeah, same for Theo, Y/N. I’ve heard he’s a good man,” Bakugo says, putting slight emphasis on the last bit.

“I mean everyone has their days ya know?” Giving an awkward chuckle you turn away to get another shot.

Kirishima didn’t like what that implied at all. I mean, sure, everyone has bad days but the thought that you were treated anything less than the queen you are was unacceptable in his eyes no matter the situation. His irritation bubbles and broils at the thought of Theo being in the position he should be in and not taking full advantage of it to smother you in love and affection. Does he not understand how lucky he is to have you? Not someone like you; you. Kirishima’s heart felt fit to burst, his lips threatening to release every single love and lust filled thought that had been ricocheting through his brain all evening.

“Another shot, guys?” You ask, smiling sweetly at the duo.

“I’m good, Y/N, thanks. Gonna make some rounds real quick though since I’ll probably go soon.” Kirishima sets his cup down and smiles at you before walking around the fire pit.

_____

You grab your bag from your car and spin around when you hear someone approach.

“Please tell me you’re not planning on driving. I saw how much you drank and I may be off duty but there’s no way I can let you drive,” Kirishima says, a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.

“Oh, god no, Kiri. I’m about to get an Uber, I just needed to grab my bag.”

“Don’t waste your money, Y/N. I’ve got to go into town to get to my hotel anyway, I’ll just give you a ride to yours on the way.”

“Um…are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Not a bother at all, pinky promise,” that beautiful contagious grin lights up his face, “C’mon. Here, give me your bag and I’ll put it in the back,” leading you to the passenger side, Kirishima opens the door for you before offering his hand to help you up.

“Still as manly as ever I see,” you tease.

“Only for a lady that deserves it.”

“Damn, Kiri. Still smooth as fuck too, okay. I see you.”

Kirishima shakes his head and chuckles, walking to the driver’s side to climb behind the wheel and plug his phone in. Music fills the cab of his truck, most of which you recognize but you don’t draw attention to until you hear Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy.

“Still listen to Fall Out Boy, huh?” You ask, a teasing tone weaving through your words.

“Ahh, yeah…they’re a good band, leave me alone,” Kirishima insists, chuckling.

“Hey, I’m not judging. This probably isn’t too surprising but my music tastes haven’t changed much either,” you look over and smile at him, the both of you fall into a thankfully comfortable silence, simply listening to the song.

Anything you say can and will be held against you

So only say my name…

You sucked in a breath at the same time Kirishima tightens his grip on the steering wheel; the lyrics not lost on either of you.

“Oh, uhh, guess I should’ve asked what hotel you’re staying in…”

“Right, um, I’m staying at the Holiday Inn off the highway.”

“Just my fuckin luck…” Kirishima mutters. You furrow your brow and look at him, confused, raising an eyebrow for him to explain, “I’m staying there too.”

“Ah, okay. Wait, why are you staying in a hotel? You live in town?”

“Yeah, uh, no one really knows but Trin and I are separating.”

“Oh…” letting your voice trail off, not sure if you should reveal your own secret or continue trying to keep your emotions under control. You know if you open your mouth, it will lead to things you’re not sure you can come back from but something in your brain keeps screaming don’t you fucking dare miss this opportunity.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Kiri. If it makes you feel any better, no one knows about me and Theo either.”

Kirishima almost gives himself whiplash when he turns to look at you, “Wait, seriously? Y’all are separating too?”

“Mmhhmmm. Haven’t started the actual divorce process but it’s definitely happening.”

“Uhh…I’m sorry. I mean I obviously don’t know any details but I know it's difficult, regardless.”

“Thank you, Kiri, but it’s fine. For the best, honestly.”

Pulling up to the hotel, you move to open your door but stop when you hear a low growl, “Don’t you dare, Y/N. You know better.”

“Right,” you breathe, trying to ignore your now drenched panties.

Kirishima grabs your bag from the backseat and walks to your side, opening the door for you and offering his hand. The ride in the elevator was surprisingly silent except for Kirishima asking what floor you needed to get to, sighing, slightly exasperated that his self control is being tested so thoroughly tonight, when it was the same floor as he. It seemed fate was practically shoving him in your direction and he didn’t quite know what to do about it. Dropping you off at your door, which just so happens to be across the hall from his, because of course it is, he sighed again. Swallowing against the words clawing up his throat and blinking back the stinging in his eyes, Kirishima bids you farewell, “It was nice catching up with you, Y/N. Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime.”

“Yeah, thank you for the ride, Eijirou. It was really nice seeing you, I hope everything works out,” turning to scan your room key, you step inside, turning to offer him one last smile before shutting the door and slinking against it to the floor. The tumultuous emotions of the evening finally catching up and overwhelming you; You’re angry and not quite sure why or if you even have a valid reason to be. The all too familiar pang of longing strikes through your chest and words you so desperately want to speak get held back by the unforgiving lump in your throat constricting and growing until you feel like you can’t breathe. Silent tears flood down your cheeks as your throat burns and your chest heaves; Your mind begs something, anything, to take this horrendous monster of misery from you. You’ve already suffered for not choosing him, why do you have to endure more now?

Picking yourself up from the floor, eyes still flooded with tears, you drag yourself to the shower and try to will yourself to stop fucking crying. You allow the hot water to wash your turmoil down the drain and expose new skin; Skin that refuses to speak anything but the truth. Skin that will, for the first time, be selfish to supply its owner her needs. You’ve grown accustomed, you realize, to the anchor of loneliness twinging your heart as you lay down for the night. Drifting into a hopefully dreamless sleep, your eyes snap open to three hard knocks on your door. Crawling out of bed in your nightshirt, you peek through the eyehole and see none other than a very shirtless Kirishima pacing in front of your door.

“Kirishima?” Your voice carries through the door and makes him pause. Just as he turns, you open the door, your expression curious with an uplifted eyebrow.

“Y/N, this probably isn’t the best time and I know that but I couldn’t live with myself if I let another day go by without telling you how I fe-“ Kirishima starts, cut off with your mouth on his.

Not a single second goes to waste as Kirishima picks you up, his hands under your thighs, and walks into your room, slamming your back against the wall while your greedy hands roam his shoulders and arms before carding them through his long crimson hair. Sharp teeth prick your bottom lip as he pulls it into his mouth, lightly sucking before pulling away to move down your neck. Desperation fuels his tongue’s ministrations along your exposed skin, random patterns of licking, biting, and sucking leave you suspended in anticipation. Pulling back and admiring his marks blooming across your neck and collarbone, both of you pant trying to catch your breath while he strides toward the bed. Leaning down, he moves his left arm to wrap around your waist and lowers you both with his right, slotting himself between your thighs. Capturing your mouth once again with his, you gasp against his lips when you feel the daunting weight of his dick throb against your core. Licking your bottom lip, he pulls away slightly, hot breath fanning over your face while his eyes dart over your features, finally able to take in your beauty. He presses a light kiss to your lips before breathlessly mumbling against them, “Y/N, please tell me you want this.”

Grinding your hips up against him, you plead, “Fuck, Kiri, yes please…” Overcome by the unabashed love shining in his eyes, tears begin to brim your lash line. Quickly stripping off your shirt, you lay back against the pillows. Kirishima rids himself of his sweats and gives long, languid strokes to his cock as his eyes hungrily rake over your exposed figure, pausing at your breasts before roving to your glistening cunt. The bed dips under his weight as he lays between your legs, placing open mouthed kisses up your thighs, stopping occasionally to suck and bite his marks into your plush skin making you whimper at his slow, torturous pace. Chuckling, he looks up at you through lust blown eyes, his voice rumbles through the air, “Patience, baby girl. I’ve wanted this for years. No way in hell am I rushing.”

You gasp at the sudden presence around your clit as he sucks and licks little circles, your moaning encouraging him to push a finger into your core, “Fuck, you’re tight, Y/N.”

You whine and pull on his shoulders, trying to bring him up to you, “Please, Kiri…please fuck me.”

“Not yet, baby. Need’ta get you ready to take me,” a second finger presses against your walls, scissoring and curling up to stroke the little spot inside you. Your body starts clenching around his digits, covering them in your arousal and dripping down his hand. Pulling his mouth from your clit, Kirishima murmurs, “That’s right, baby girl. Cum for me, cum all over daddy’s fingers.”

Dragging his free hand up your body he takes your right nipple between his fingers and pinches at the same time his fingers curl and his mouth gives a particularly hard suck to your clit. Your back arches, hips involuntarily jerking away from the sensations but Kirishima only places an arm over you, anchoring you to the bed and fingers you through your release. Removing his fingers, his tongue trails down to dip into your pussy, your walls still quivering around him. Humming contentedly, he moves to hover over you, places his fingers against your lips and groans when you suck them in and swirl your tongue around them.

Slipping his hand between you, he gives himself a few teasing pumps before lining up. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel the bulbous head of his cock nudge against your entrance, gasping when the tip finally pushes through the tight ring of muscle. Even with preparation, you felt like you were being split in half. You throw your head back against the pillow as he fills you excruciatingly slowly inch by delicious inch. Your eyes roll back, mouth dropping open allowing a salacious moan to escape when he finally bottoms out. Panting as your walls squeeze around him, Kirishima drops his forehead to yours, one hand drifting up to cup your cheek.

“I need you to know, I never stopped loving you, Y/N. Just needed to hear you say you wanted me as much.”

Laying one last gentle kiss against your lips, he pulls his hips back before slamming them back, making you cry out and dig your fingernails into his skin. Kirishima hisses at the pleasurable pain trailing down his back, angry red marks in its wake. His thrusts may be slow but they don’t lack in power, every swing of his hips makes his balls slap against your ass while the thick tuft of hair at his base moves over your clit. The slow drag of his cock allows you to feel every thick, engorged vein as the tip nudges against your cervix.

“Fuck, baby girl. Not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like this…”

“Kiri…please…”

“Please what, little one? Use your words, love.”

“Faster…”

“I’ve got you baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Wrapping his arms around you, Kirishima pulls you up with him as he sits back on his knees. Your arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders as your legs perch around his waist. Placing his hands on your hips, Kiri picks you up and lets you drop back down, making you yelp at how full you are. Putting a hand on your lower abdomen, he pushes against you and groans, “Feel me, baby girl? Feel how deep I am?”

You sniffle and nod, your head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, “M’ready, Kiri. Please move.”

Kirishima pulls your face to his, kissing you fervently as he picks you up by your hips and drops you down. He sets a brutal pace, not letting you catch your breath. His hips thrusting up to meet yours as he lowers you, fucking you like you’re nothing more than a toy while his words promise his love and affection, asking you to give him a chance to feel your love again. One hand remains on your hip, guiding you up and down his cock while the other drifts to your clit to rub frantic circles, his mouth feverishly nipping and sucking across your collarbone.

“Cum with me, baby girl. C’mon, you can do it for me, right? Cum for daddy.”

Letting out a growl when your moans and squeals fill his ears, your walls clamping down and fluttering wildly around his length, his thrusts falter when his dick twitches, filling you with his cum. Leaning his forehead against your shoulder while you both catch your breath, he chuckles when he feels a mixture of both your releases dripping down his shaft, “Think we should clean up, pretty girl.”

You sigh, “Yeah you’re probably right but this feels nice. Just wanna lay with you inside me for a bit.”

Kirishima slowly adjusts you so he can remain inside while he lays on his back with you draped over his chest, your head in the crook of his neck. He brings a hand up to your face to brush away stray strands before drawing random soothing patterns across your back. Neither of you spoke a word more. Neither of you willing to ruin your time together with the thought of possible consequences, choosing instead to soak up everything you could. Every detail, every sound, every sensation burns itself into your minds. Maybe tomorrow would be nothing special. Maybe you’d both continue on with your lives as they were. The ease in your chest and the peace in his mind, however, seems to tell you both that tonight is the beginning of reconciliation for the past and neither of you were going to fight it.

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