#adore him nonetheless <3 this hair grew on me

[bratzforchris]

what about really soft virgin!reader sex where her and luke have been going out for a while and they’re older and she’s just never felt so strong about losing it until now after they come back from a dinner date, and he’s very soft and reassuring and they confess their love to each other in the middle of it ♥︎

Yours

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Summary: In which you decide to finally let Luke know how much you love him<3

Warnings: Smut, vanilla sex, missionary, making out, virgin!reader, fluffy aftercare

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I'm am so terribly sorry for the late post, anon :) I have been going through...a lot in my personal life, as well as working on a full-length fic with lots of queer and neurodiverse rep (hint hint ;)). Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy and thank you for such a sweet prompt!

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You smiled, blushing and averting your eyes as Luke kissed your knuckles from across the dinner table. You two were currently out for dinner at a wonderfully luxurious French restaurant for Valentine’s Day, and Luke was making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. You’d been dating for a little over a year now, but he still made you feel like a young girl, giggling and blushing over her school crush. 

“You are so beautiful,” the blond hummed, gazing at you as the candles on the table lit up his blue eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”

“More like how did I get so lucky?” You smiled softly, sipping your wine. 

Luke kissed your knuckles again, taking his time to admire how beautiful you were. He knew that you were rather insecure about still dating in your late twenties while all your friends were married, but he felt so beyond lucky to have you that he felt a strong pull to make sure you really knew just how much better you made his life. 

“More wine?” Luke asked you, nodding his head towards your empty glass. 

“I was actually thinking that we could head back to yours?” You asked softly, blushing the whole time. 

You’d recently been thinking about your life and how you felt about Luke, and realized that you wanted him on a deeper level. You knew Luke was your person, soulmate, if you would. You watched as Luke’s smile grew at what you said. He quickly called over the waiter, paying the bill, and standing up, taking your hand. 

“That sounds perfect to me.” he smiled, kissing the top of your head. 

One of your favorite things about Luke was how protective and loving he was. He refused to treat you as anything less than a lady, and that was evident as he held your hand through the restaurant. The evening air was chilly as you walked out of the restaurant, and Luke held you close as you walked to his Range Rover, giggling softly at how adorable he thought you were. He had never had a girlfriend that was as wonderful as you were, and he absolutely relished in the fact that he could spoil you, but you still respected him as more than a cash cow. 

“God, you make it so easy to love you.” You told him, kissing his cheek as Luke started the car and helped you in. 

“I’m amazing, aren’t I?” he asked with a satirical hair flip. 

You giggled as Luke began to drive, leaning your head against the window as you watched the lights of downtown go by. You had recently moved in with Luke on the outskirts of LA where many celebrities and musicians lived, and getting to have this life with your boyfriend made you so eternally grateful. It was a stark contrast to how you had grown up, and even to your early 20s, but it was amazing nonetheless. Luke took care of you in the best possible ways, making sure that you were cared for not only physically and financially, but emotionally and mentally as well. 

Which is why you took his hand, tugging him to the master bedroom once you two had arrived home. “I wanted to talk to you.” You hummed, sitting down on the bed. 

“Is everything alright?” the blond asked, worry creasing around his blue eyes as he took off his watch. 

“Yes,” Your blush deepend. “It’s just…you know I’m a virgin.”

“I do know that,” Luke walked over to where you were sitting and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Is that what you wanted to talk about? Because you know I’m okay with waiting until whenever you’re ready.” he whispered softly. 

“That’s just it. I am ready.” Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at Luke. 

You could see the expression on his face change from one of concern, to one of eagerness. His eyes roamed up and down your body, spending an extra bit of time at your cleavage. 

“Are you sure?” Luke kissed you softly, running his thumb across your jawline. “Don’t do it for me, baby girl. Do what feels right for you.”

“I’m sure,” You nodded firmly, kissing him back. “I want to lose my virginity to you, Luke. Tonight.”

“Well in that case,” Luke chuckled, running his hands along your back and then under your shirt until they met the clasp of your bra. “May I?”

You nodded, moaning softly at the electric touch that was Luke’s warm hands on your skin. He slowly undid your bra and then pulled it off along with your shirt. The blond quickly unbuttoned his own white button-down, tossing it onto the bedroom floor. 

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” he whispered, trailing kisses from your lips, across your cheeks, to the sweet spot behind your ear. “Tonight is all about you.” Luke told you with a soft growl, beginning to suckle softly. 

You ran your hands along his bare back, feeling the warmth seep into your own skin. The feeling of Luke leaving hickeys along your neck was alighting your nerves, making you buck your hips closer to him. You were filled with want for your boyfriend, and you were pretty sure this was the first time you’d ever felt truly horny. Your clit throbbed against the seams of your underwear in your jeans and you nearly had to cross your legs to fight the feeling. 

Luke laid you back against the soft, cushiony pillows of your shared king-sized bed, straddling you and hooking his finger into the waistband of your jeans before speaking. “Is it alright if I take these off?”

You could feel the blond’s hardening cock brushing against your already sensitive crotch, and you let out a small whine. “Please.”

Luke kissed your tummy, slowly undoing the button of your jeans and sliding them down your legs. “You are so, so beautiful. I’m so honored that I get to be your first.” he whispered, planting a kiss on your lacy, pink underwear. 

The blond was being extra slow and gentle, and you loved him for it. Most men would jump at taking a woman’s virginity, not even considering how she might be feeling, but not Luke. He was taking his time, worshiping every inch and curve of your body and leaving soft kisses and hickeys all over your skin. Luke pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned on a slow, romantic R&B playlist, before setting it on the nightstand and focusing on you again. 

This was exactly how you had imagined losing your virginity would go, and to say it was perfect was an understatement. Luke was grinding his own hips into yours with the beat of the music, quite literally ‘making love’ to you as his soft, blond curls fell in his face. He paused for a moment to remove his own dress pants, leaving the both of you in nothing but your underwear.

“Is there something you would like me to try?” Luke asked you, his deep blue eyes looking into your own as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. 

“Please, Lu. Just fuck me,” You whined out. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

Luke chuckled, kissing you as he slid your panties off. “Someone’s already losing her innocence, huh?”

You giggled and blushed, pecking his lips. “Only for you.”

Your boyfriend removed his own underwear, and you nearly gasped at the sight. You had seen Luke naked before, of course, and you’d seen him hard through his underwear, but you’d never seen what his dick looked like free from boxers while he was hard. He was huge. A part of you worried that there was no way all eight inches of him was going to fit, but at the same time, you knew Luke would take care of you. 

He rolled a condom onto his throbbing cock, topping it with some lube. “Are you ready? I want to make sure you want this too.”

You nodded quickly, your walls already clenching with want for him. “Please, Luke. Do it.”

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay? My love’s comfort is my number one concern.” Luke kissed your lips deeply again. 

The blond wasn’t a virgin by any means, but he knew you were, and that made him feel extra protective over you. Luke left one last kiss on you before he slowly inserted his dick into you, practically moaning at how good you felt. You winced from the pain of suddenly being full, but slowly eased into it, enjoying the sensation. 

“God. This feels…good.” You whimpered, already running your nails down your back.

Luke knew you would probably be extra sensitive, so he took his time riding you, finding just the perfect rhythm. You panted as he rode you, not used to the feeling of being so aroused. You had never gotten yourself off before, so all of this was a whole new experience. Slightly unsure of what to do with yourself, you tangled your hands in Luke’s blond curls, panting heavily. 

“You doing okay, baby?” the blond asked you, beginning to ride you harder. 

You gasped and whined, nodding frantically. “Oh my god, Luke.”

“You look so pretty, baby. Look like you’re about to have your first orgasm, darling.” he smirked. 

You blushed under his gaze, still getting used to the feeling of him inside of you. Your lower tummy had been building up with a warm heat ever since Luke had started teasing you, and it was only getting hotter. Luke caressed every inch of your body, humming sweet nothings and leaving slight hickeys as he continued the exact same motion, knowing it would make you cum. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he moaned loudly. “You and your tight little cunt.”

Letting out a high-pitched squeal, you ran your nails along Luke’s back. “Please,” You whined. “Think I’m gonna cum.”

The blond railed into you one last time before speaking in a deep, sultry voice. “Go ahead, baby girl. Show me how much you like having me take your virginity.”

You gasped as your cunt suddenly clenched around Luke’s cock, your cum coating his condom-covered dick. “Oh my god,” You yelped. “Oh god, Luke. Feels so good.”

Luke chuckled as he came himself, panting heavily. “God, you're such a good girl.”

You blushed, feeling yourself tighten again at his words. You had heard of a praise kink before, and you were pretty sure that that was your thing, seeing as how your pussy was practically dripping every time Luke complimented you. Your boyfriend slowly pulled out, removing the condom and tying it up, before throwing it into the trash can beside the bed. 

“Was that okay?” he asked you with a smile on his face.

You giggled, eyes glazed over from being fucked out. It wasn’t a lot, but for someone who had never had an orgasm before, you were wiped. “It was perfect.”

The blond smiled, grabbing a bottle of lotion off his nightstand and beginning to rub it across your body. Your skin was slightly red and had a few scattered bruises blooming from where his fingers had dug into your hips, and Luke wanted to make sure you felt as loved as possible. He rubbed the cream onto your skin, taking great care to treat your body with love. You had just given him a great honor, after all, and he wanted to respect that. 

“You were perfect, you know that?” he hummed. “My perfect girl.”

You blushed as Luke finished, curling up next to him and pulling the sheet over your naked bodies. “That was the way I always imagined losing my virginity to go, you know?”

Luke smiled and kissed you. “I love you, darling.”

“I love you, Luke. Thank you. For everything.”

And as you two fell asleep, he knew you really meant it. You were his girl. Forever.

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[shinycollarboneapologist]

an opportunist

(part 1 to clandestined or the one where matty piques your interest.)

content: mentions of drugs and alcohol, no smut but heavy petting, matty’s insufferable, matty is also george’s best friend, slight age gap (3 years), and bending of irl timelines

a/n: special thanks to @hereyeswerefilledwiththestars for inspo and for letting me rattle my silly little ideas to you. 

matty healy is nothing if not insufferable.

his very presence evokes a roll from your eyes and scoff from your lips nine times out of ten. he’s got an ego that often takes up all the air in the room. he’s always jumping down your throat, always has to be the one that wins every argument (you always give him a fight, though, never one to back down too easily), and always has to have the last word.

matty healy is insufferable. but he’s also your older brother, george’s best friend.

it started when you were thirteen. george had accumulated a new friend group and a new after-school hobby of playing the drums so loud you thought your ears were going to bleed. with george came matty by association, the boy a few years your senior and george’s best friend. he had curly hair and lanky limbs, and he always smelled a bit like weed when he would kiss you sweetly on the cheek and hug you hello. and when george tells your mum he’s joining a band and has to trek over to the healy residence five days a week, she tells him that he can go anywhere he wants so long as you go with him because realistically how much trouble can a group of teenage boys get into when there’s a thirteen-year-old thrown into the mix. in truth, the answer is a lot, but you were sworn to secrecy with a few crisp bills and the promise that when not if they make it big they’ll have a chapter dedicated to you in the tell-all book. it’s enough to keep your lips sealed, plus you get a place to go after school to kill time and get homework done. though george is begrudgingly dragging you along, matty never once batted an eyelash. he embraced your presence, welcomed your ideas, and made you feel special (all before joining in as the other guys held you down and shoved worms in your face until you cried and begged to go home). but you felt special, nonetheless.

matty healy is insufferable and your older brother’s best friend. but he’s also the long-term object of your desires.

while george slowly grew out of his distaste for your presence at band rehearsals and gigs and grew into the adoring and protective older brother you have now, matty planted his seeds in your brain. he was george’s friend first, but with that came the extension of him being another older brother figure to you. he was a good listener (when he wanted to be) and gave sound unbiased advice. when he spoke to you, he kept eye contact and made you feel like he was really listening (even if he wasn’t he was good at keeping up the charade). and when you would mindlessly ramble about some stupid boy in your science class or how much you hated the switch from lime to green apple skittles, he was good at making you feel like your opinion mattered- even if he would take the piss out of it all when you left. he made you blush when he complimented your hair or your outfit. and when the other guys would make fun of your heated cheeks and bashful gaze, matty wouldn’t join in. instead he would tell them to fuck off, and would flash you a cheeky smile. he was equal parts annoying and fascinating.

he’s always been the one, you’ve known that much since you were sixteen. you admit that to your roommates one night after a few glasses of wine and a conversation about lost loves. and though they tease you about it until your cheeks burn and you’re hiding your face in your hands. they tell you to go for it, to just bite the bullet and confess already. but that’s a loaded request. he’s matty, probably only seeing you as a direct extension of his best friend and you’re you, said direct extension that hasn’t been around recently due to the stress of work and classes. you haven’t realistically been in his presence since last christmas, you presume, minus all of the gigs you attended and george’s birthday party. it’s silly really. the way he still has you blushing and giddy all these years later. you chalk it up to the wine, though. especially when you’re scrolling through your socials later and see a few posts of matty belligerent on george’s story and it turns your stomach a bit. but people often mistake butterflies for moths, right?

you keep telling yourself that over and over as the brisk wind whips around you while you weave in and out of cars and you’re pulling your jacket tighter around your chest. the occasional horn blares at you, but you satiate it with a flip of your finger. you have places to go, people to see, drinks to consume and you’re running late. they have to be at least getting on stage for their set now, meaning you’ve missed the ceremonial pre-gig toke and you know you’re going to get the stink eye from all of them for it. the four of them, especially matty, are big on their traditions, citing some karmic return if they’re not completed. you just hope it all goes well so the blame doesn’t fall onto your shoulders, as it playfully often does.

when you approach the club, the line is already wrapped around the block. so much so that you can barely make out the dark facade of the building. you’re groaning. time is ticking away and four oversized toddlers are going to rip you a new one if you’re not in there and fast. through some bribing and squeezing and lying and smiling, you make it toward the middle of the line; the door is visible and you can vaguely see the bouncer checking id’s. you’re thanking a bunch of religious deities at this point.

“sorry, we’re at capacity and the show’s about to start.” the bouncer rips you from your self-reflective glee. your eyes widen immediately, a plethora of pleas babbling out of you.

“no, no, no. you don’t understand, my brother’s in the band and he’s gonna be so fucking pissed at me. i need to get in there,” you plead, eyes big. you’re trying to connect with the bouncer at some level at this point, eyes scanning for a name tag, something, anything. “c’mon,” you try, “daniel, you get it right?”

his eyes soften, giving you a once over.

“yeah i get it,” here it is, your golden opportunity, “now go get in line with the other sisters, wives, girlfriends, and boyfriends over there,” he nods his head over to the line of people behind you who were also denied entry. you groan, defeated.

the one night you want to go out and you’re stuck warding off frostbite in a skirt that’s too short, a jacket that’s hardly even warm enough, and the stupid, uncomfortable-heeled boots that your roommate let you borrow. calling george would be a moot point by now, but you try it anyway. as predicted, his phone goes straight to voicemail. you try a few more times, but each time it follows the same route. you wallow for a few minutes, trying to ward off the frustrated tears that have already started to sting at the corners of your eyes.

“no, dude. i don’t know where she is. yeah, i’ll keep looking, calm your balls,” a familiar voice is pinging through the air and before you can even turn your head, there’s an even more familiar mop of curly hair in front of you.

“found you. where’s my reward?” matty grins, pulling you into a tight bear hug. if it was any other time, you probably would have shoved him off and pinched his arm. but he’s warm and smells good and you’re still freezing. “we thought you bailed on us!” he confesses, and you can tell there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“me? never. the train was late, the knob at the door won’t let me in, and it’s cold. and i’m pretty sure i almost got hit by a car coming walking over here,” you groan. he pulls away and you almost want to cry as he takes the warmth with him.

“no wonder you’re cold. look at you!,” matty chides, “really, look at you.” his voice falters as he mumbles the echo of his words prior.

he gets a once over at you. his eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual, darkening a bit at the sight in front of him. you suck in a breath, feeling your cheeks burn and your skin prick with goosebumps. matty’s eyes trace you again and in a self-conscious fit, you wrap your arms around yourself. there’s a familiar feeling bubbling in your stomach, those god-damned moths won’t let you have a break.

“let’s get you inside, yeah?”

you nod in return, fingers intertwining with his as he leads you to the front of the line again. you flash the bouncer a smile and he only rolls his eyes in return.

it’s crowded inside. the crowd is at least twenty people deep on the floor, and that’s not including the people wrapped around the bar or those on the balcony. matty’s grip on you tightens and he weaves you both in and out of the small huddles of people to get to the makeshift backstage area.

“precious cargo acquired,” he calls out to the guys, pushing through the dark curtain that separates the band from the gig’s patrons. there’s an eruptive cheer as your figure pushes through after matty’s. “thought she was gonna freeze to death out there.”

george is the first to envelop you in a hug. you hit his shoulder as he pulls back, furrowing your brows at him.

“hey, what’s that for?” he shrieks and you narrow your eyes at him.

“learn to answer your phone, dickhead. almost got hypothermia out there,” you grumble. he retaliates by mimicking your voice, turning up his nose.

“she would’ve frozen to death without me mate. m’her prince in shining armor. or whatever that’s supposed to be,” matty calls over and george just rolls his eyes. your cheeks feel hot, much like they did when you were sixteen and staring up at matty with wide eyes after he said he liked your eclectic music taste.

“s’knight in shining armor,” adam quips. matty just waves him off with an utterance of tomato-tomato as he lights up a cigarette.

“are you guys still playing my favorite song?” you chirp.

“nah, matty scratched it from the setlist,” ross sighs.

your eyes go wide, “what?”

matty, preoccupied with his cigarette, only shrugs. “doesn’t fit the vibe anymore.”

“and what vibe is that? emo sad boy virgin pop?” you huff.

his eyes meet yours, softening as he seems to rethink what he was about to say. there’s a twitch of a smile at his lips. he runs his tongue out over the plush flesh. the intrusive thoughts take over your brain and you’re trying to tell yourself that it would not be a good idea to tell him that you’re jealous of his tongue.

“watch it,” he’s snide, tone alluring as smoke fans over the room.

you blink a few times, exhaling slowly as you regain your composure, “or what?”

“i’ll make you go sit outside in the cold again.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“you’re right, i wouldn’t.” his eyes travel over you. he lingers a bit at your hips and you swear you can see the wheels turning in his head. you go to comment, but adam’s already rounding all of the boys up to get them on stage. his head tilts at the proximity between the two of you (which isn’t much as matty’s made his way to be a few inches in front of you now), noticing the way matty’s looking at you. he hits him on the shoulder, giving him a look and jerking his head towards the curtain. matty’s hand brushes your waist as he passes behind you. it’s there for a fragment of a second, but the repercussions weigh heavy in your brain. there’s a phantom of his hand remaining on your heated skin, heart thumping hard in your chest. and as they walk away, you can hear the harsh whispers between the two men, but you can’t make out what they’re saying.

matty ends up playing your favorite song. and it’s the only think you talk about the whole cab ride back to his and george’s apartment. the others try their hardest to switch the conversation but as soon as you see an opportunity, you’re circling back to the fact that they played your favorite song. you’re an opportunist at heart, living for the way they groan.

the five of you are sitting around on matty and george’s balcony. you’re curled up on the beat-up couch, knees pulled to your chest. you’ve changed, thankfully, into some old sweats you left here at one point. and it all feels normal and a bit nostalgic, an air of their early days. the guys are asking about your classes at uni, and how your roommates are treating you. and when you answer, you find yourself catching matty’s eyes lingering on you for a little longer than normal.

he watches you intently as you bring the bottle of cheap wine up to your lips, taking a long sip. he thinks a lot about what your lips would taste like, probably a mix of the wine and the cherry chapstick he had seen you use earlier. matty’s head feels heavy and he’s chalking it up to the wine and the weed from earlier and not from the lingering thoughts of you swimming around in his brain.

he’s bringing up a cigarette to his lips, expert fingers flicking the lighter as he inhales. matty catches your eyes on him that time, half-listening to what ross is rambling off to you. he grins at you from across the table, loving the way you’re rolling your eyes at him and returning your full attention to ross. there’s a fire burning within him, an antagonizing thought screaming that all your attention should be on him and him only. he loathes fighting for your attention, even more so now that you just look at him that way. it’s just pointless banter. that’s what he hushed back to adam as they walked to the stage. adam was being ridiculous in his accusations that matty was pushing the flirting with you thing a little too far. if you didn’t seem to mind, then why should he? it wasn’t like the both of you were going to do anything about it.

the night is settling down. adam and ross had both abandoned the remaining three of you to head home; they had an early morning tomorrow with some radio interview and they all had to be on their a-game.

matty’s got his hand in the snack mix bag, grumbling to himself.

“who ate all the pretzels?”

you laugh to yourself, hand coming to cover your lips. he’s quick to hear it though, eyes narrowing, “you’re just like george, i swear to god.”

“hey! what’s so bad about being like me?” george huffs in mock offense.

“i’ve got a list.” you and matty drawl at the same time, heads already snapping to gasp at each other.

george only laughs, stretching his arms above his head. “think i’m gonna call it a night. need my beauty sleep. matt, you’ll lock up right?”

matty nods.

“goodnight,” george hums and presses a kiss to the top of your head, “pillows and blankets are already on the couch for you.”

a warm smile finds its way to your face, thanking george.  

you can’t find the will to get up as george exits the balcony, limbs feeling like liquid and head still swirling with the weed-induced daze.

matty pulls another cigarette out from the pack. you raise an eyebrow at him.

“i’m quitting, i swear,” he scoffs.

you only laugh and lean your head back, “i didn’t even say anything. you’ve just got a guilty conscious.”

“don’t need to say anything, it’s in your eyes,” he comments, “you want one? feel like i’ve been rude in not offering one to you all night.”

you nod, pensively. he holds the pack out and you take a cigarette for yourself before you place it between your lips. george would freak out if he saw you like this right now despite the fact he had done far worse at your age. before you can even ask for a light, matty’s already bringing the open flame up to the end of the cigarette. you blink a few times. his eyes are trained on yours, tongue poking from between his lips. it feels like ages go by. the intensity of his stare is consuming you, goosebumps littering your limbs.

“you’re supposed to inhale, love,” he remarks.

you shake your head, flustered and embarrassed, “no… yeah... i know. yeah.”

you inhale as he brings the ember up to the end again. matty’s intense gaze falls to your lips. the plump skin is curling around the cigarette, puckering as you exhale and his mouth goes dry. this is wrong, so wrong. and although there’s a part of him that just wants to pack up for the night, he knows there’s a stronger part of him that just wants to be close to you and feel your skin prickle with goosebumps again.

matty’s lips are cherry red, indicative of the way he keeps licking over and biting at them. his pupils are dilated; dark black bleeding into chocolate brown irises. his hair is awry as his fingers kept running through it. and in a fleeting thought, you wonder just what it would feel like to run your fingers through it and pull at the curls- not enough to hurt just enough to elicit some kind of a reaction. the thought alone sends a shiver down your spine, which he notices, and you feel your molten limbs get pulled toward him. the blanket that adorns his body is soft. he wraps you up in it, properly tucking you into his side as he pulls the frayed hem taught around you. you’re close enough to feel him breathing now, close enough to watch his adam’s apple bob up and down. he’s lost in thought as you stare down his side profile.

“the guys treating you alright up there?” matty asks. it’s not a far-off question seeing as you’ve told him nearly everything about any male interests when you were younger.

“I’m bored-,” you hum, voice listless. the carefully curated consonants hang in the air before dispersing like the smoke that’s exhaling from matty’s lips.

“well fuck you, too, then,” matty snorts as he cuts you off, a hint of annoyance in his voice, “didn’t want to babysit tonight, anyway.”

you shake your head, and you can almost feel your thoughts rattling around as you do so.

“i wasn’t done talking,” you glower at him, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. you watch as he shifts under your gaze. maybe he was just peeved with you, or maybe you catch the hint of a flush rising from his neck.

“go on then. we haven’t played therapist in a while, what’s on your mind?” his focus is back on the second joint he’s now begun rolling. you watch his fingers carefully, throat tightening. you’re not sure if it’s the after-effects of the weed or the absolute filth in your mind that’s causing this reaction, but it’s caught matty’s attention. he grins at you, “i said-”

“i-i heard you,” you scowl.

he purses his lips at you, shaking his head, “don’t frown, sweets, you’re gonna get wrinkles.”

“like you?”

“oi!”

“you already compared this to babysitting so i’m allowed to make all of the old man jokes i want.”

he holds his unoccupied hand up in mock surrender, “touche.”

“now, let me finish before you interrupt me yet again,” you narrow your eyes at him, playfully this time, “i’m bored with guys, i think. s’not one guy that’s caught my interest and i’ve been away at school for months. they’re all so boring, or they say dumb things and i just, ugh, i haven’t been properly kissed in ages.” you’re playing it up for dramatic effect now, honestly, and it seems to have the desired effect because he stills for a minute.

this piques his interest enough that he’s abandoning the joint that once preoccupied him to glance at you, eyebrows knitting together, “is that so?” he guffaws, smirking softly. “i think your problem, little miss, is that you,” he pauses to lick the edge of the rolling paper. it’s meticulous and calculated and your thighs squeeze together under the blanket. he knows what he’s doing, knows the dangerous game he’s playing, “you waste your time on boys. you need a man.”

“you’re a man, right?” you ask.

“uh, yeah? what are you on about?” he laughs. he’s still not paying attention to you, eyes focused on the joint in front of him while your whole brain, whole being even, is screaming out for him.

“so, why don’t you do it?” you’re leaning in close to matty, his eyes shut as he feels your breath against his neck. the scent of your perfume is intoxicating. it's so sweet; reminds him of you and your lilted laugh, something that’s never changed.

“what?” he sputters, blinking incredulously.

“you heard me,” you murmur. he can feel the ghost of your breath against his jaw now as you make your way toward his ear. “show me what it’s like to be kissed by a man,” you purr.

his resolve dissipates in a low groan of your name. he turns to look at you again, eyes tracing over your lips once, twice, thrice. but it’s taking too long for you. lunging forward, your lips press to his heatedly. and though the weed has lowered your inhibitions, it’s doing little to nothing to calm your nerves. maybe you read the signs all wrong. maybe this was a mistake. and oh, god, you’re still kissing him but he’s not kissing back. you pull away quickly, eyes wide and ready to begin your apology parade. this was not how this was supposed

the slew of apologies are ill-fated, though as he growls lowly and pulls you close to him. his hands cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him in the eyes as he speaks, “you’re playing with fire, sweets. if you’re not careful, you’ll be burned.”

matty barely gives you a second to process what he’s doing before his lips are pressed to yours indignantly in a bruising kiss. it's slow at first, his lips working with yours as his hands fall from your cheeks to your waist. he’s pulling you even closer to him, your knees knocking against his thighs. you take the initiative and climb into his lap, straddling his waist and fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. matty’s hands wander from your waist to the hem of the t-shirt, nimble fingers traveling just underneath. you feel his cold fingers on your heated skin. they send a shiver down your spine, nerves ablaze with him.

your mouth falls open in a gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. he tastes of the remnants of his cigarettes and the wine he was drinking before, it’s dizzying. there’s a certain sense of pent-up desire behind his movements, a fever that you can’t quite put your finger on. you’re left only to whine against his lips, threading your fingers through his hair like you wanted to only minutes before. he’s kissing you like no one ever has before and you’re not sure anyone ever will.

matty pulls back just for a second, allowing you both to catch your breath. when your eyes flutter open, his darkened pupils meet yours. his lips are swollen, smudged with the rogue of your lipstick. you want to imprint this sight into your memory and tuck it away so that you’ll never forget how he looks in the moment. his lips are back on yours before you can comment on it. his movements are not as soft as before, not as calculated or contrived. you give in to the passion, let your desires drive you as your hips start to move against his. it’s his turn to gasp, and judging by the stiffening in his pants you can tell he’s a fan of it. he doesn’t pull away though, instead, he lets his hands grip your waist to control your movements. there’s some satiation from the friction, but it’s not enough. you want more, want him to completely ruin you.

his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, tugging as he pulls away. a whimper, deeply rooted in your chest, falls from your parted lips. there’s a smirk on his lips. you’re left panting on his lap. he leans up, cups your cheek and presses a softer kiss to your lips. your lips move against his slowly. and just as you’re about to part your lips for him once more, he’s pulling back.

an exasperated sigh leaves your mouth and he laughs at you, actually laughs, “you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

you’re breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly. you try to find the words to rebuttal him, but they’re lost on you. the only thing you can think about is him, he’s completely encompassed your thoughts and your brain. matty’s lips move to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down the sensitive skin. he nips gently and you moan, waiting for your reaction as he flicks his tongue out to soothe the area. he drags his hands languidly up your waist and you think that he’s going to lift your shirt and let you have it like you want. but, the notion is lost. he lifts you off his lap and kisses your nose.

“i’ve got an early morning tomorrow,” matty murmurs, “goodnight, sweets.”

he’s walking into the apartment before you can even formulate your own goodnight. the words feel lost on your tongue, thoughts feel lost in your brain.

you’re fucked. absolutely fucked and not in a good way.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy one shot #matty healy fanfic #matty healy #✏️ - matty. #bbf!matty #my writing. #.... yeah.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Brutally honest thoughts on each character?

...*Each* character???? bruh thats so many, okay ill keep this short cuz im waiting for a haircut rn

well start with the vks cuz thats easy

Mal-started off strong and then just became...THE WORST, love hate relationship for her. shes my art block fix but also i hate her

Jay-i dont have strong opinions on him, he actually never stuck out to me other than 'obligatory jock dude of the friend group.' i wish i liked him more but im more attached to his fandom self over canon Jay

Evie-got boring after D1, i wish they let her keep her chemistry stuff, love her vibe but shes kinda boring to me. SHOULD'VE BEEN THE MC OVER MAL!!

Carlos- lots of lost potential with his tech stuff from the first book and movie. easily could've been an engineer or inventor but they just made him an animal lover and i got bored of that real quick.

Uma-my queen, my idol, can do no wrong i love her so much i WILL kill for her.

Harry-i love his dumbass so much YALL DONY EVEN KNOW I WANNA BITE HIM SO BAD

Gil-one of the few characters i felt actually...grew up? idk but hes one of the few characters were it actually feels like time passed for.

Dizzy-oooooooh honey, honey honey, sunshine baby, please, put the glue gun down.

Celia- they should've gone with her trailer persona. Her outfits are so bad and i wish she got better writing and designs, so much lost potential, also she should've been Jays pick.

Smee twins- why the fuck are they even here they had one line and no significance. also they should've had a Harry scene.

Aks

Ben-puppy boy, deserved to have doberman energy. got turned into a doormat by the writers and is unfairly hated.

Audrey-bitch queen, shes not a nice person and thats okay~ girlboss.

Chad- should've been the D3 villan they had that all set up in D2 with his weird ass attitude over Ben getting kidnapped on the isle.

Doug -....honestly gives me the ick, especially in D3, i HATE the long hair his actor had/has. gold is NOT his color and neither is pastel purple or green. he looked good in D1 but ICK for 2 and 3.

Jane- bby gurl, blue bird sweetheart. yeah she did some fucked up shit in D1 but she was an insecure 14 year old girl who got manipulated by Mal and other aks!!!

Lonnie- deserved so much better, shes Chinese why is she getting Japanese style stuff?!?! her plot in D2 didnt even do anything it just happened and no one cared and Jay just shoved his problems of girls playing roar onto her.

Beast- *inhale* i wanna kick his ass, and i could, lemme at him. how dare he force an entire kingdom on Ben at 16 when he didnt become king when he was 28(when he married Belle)

Belle- they took away her backbone, shes not Disney princess book worm and independent Belle. she just, lost the spark

FG- they turned her into a preschool teacher, GIVE ME MY OL COOKY FAIRY LADY BACK

Leah- *seething rage*

vk parents

Maleficent- fuckin love her, shes such a manipulative bitch and feels like a gone crazy version of a Maleficent made for kids. def not the mistress of all Evil but i love her nonetheless

EQ- shouldve been the head villain, SHE WAS THE FIRST DISNEY VILLAIN CMON! def not the same character from the animated movie but shes dramatic and sassy and i adore her.

Jafar- haha funny characature~ i wish he was more menacing like he had been. Jafar is not one of my fav villains so descendants jafar didnt exactly translate for me well.

Cruella- yeah they nailed her, no complaints about her. good design, good dialogue, good acting.

Hades- LEMME KICK HIS DEAD BEAT ASS, fucking 'daddy issues made you stronger' my butt. i hate his hair and honestly he doesnt fit the washed up punk design, he didnt deserve the speech at the end and didnt deserve to be forgiven by Mal.

Ursula- we only saw her tentacle and one line but she seemed spot on so yeah

Lady Tremaine- why the fuck was she nice in D3??? bitch is the EVIL stepmother.

Smee- spot on, i have words for his sons designs becuaee hes old not naturally white haired but hes chill, makes sense hed be a good parent, he never felt evil to me, just compliant

Facilier- such a vibe, his actor got him spot on, would've changed up his suit design but hes chill and i can see him being a family man(ignoring wicked world).

#disney descendants

[miguelswifey04]

your noir headcanons are adorable!!! may i request some headcanons or drabbles in like sorta that movie tangled au

awwww thank you so much <3 this is so cute !! this will be my own spin it!!

“gosh darn it.” noir muttered himself as he walked through the forest. he was lost, and grumbling curses under breath. he hated being lost but also being on the run because he was proclaimed as some form of thief, but honestly he couldn’t care less.

he would end up in the middle of the forest as he stumbled upon the tower that had vines and plants wrapped around it. he was curious, so he climbed up the tower where you resided in. trapped. he didn’t know you even lived there…what kind of person would even live so high up in the middle of nowhere? so he thought he had been lucky to find things inside the tower, he was a bit skeptical as he searched for any presence of life.

you being the headstrong person that you are and very brave at that you snuck up to that tall man who seemed to be wearing all black and a trench coat?? you whammed him with pan, knocking him silly 😭

using your long blonde magical hair you tied him up on the chair..he was seeing stars to say the least and was still grumbling under his breath. you were curious of him. he piqued your interest but you were skeptical. “who even are you?” holding the pan under the chin to tilt him fo look at you

noir was surprised a beautiful person like you was living in a solitary place like a tower. “none of your concern princess.” he smirked at you looking silly but you recoiled a bit at him calling you “princess.”

“i’m not a princess.” you remarked. you were ready to hit him again with the pan, but he pleased you not too, “woah woah woah, calm down a bit. i don’t think i want to bit whacked with a pan again,” he lightly chuckled but gulped a bit feeling restrained.

you calmed a bit then an idea came to you. he was your one way ticket out of the tower, and you wanted to explore the outside world. “okay. let’s make a deal. i’ll let you go but you have to—TAKE ME WITH YOU!” you suggested, “if not, i’m not gonna let you go.”

noir agreed to take you to see the lanterns that appear every day on your birthday if you would return his satchel filled with stolen jewels, including the lost princess's shiny crown.

it was a bit of a journey nonetheless but noir started to grow fond of you over time. surely at first you really annoyed him with your childish nature but of course you technically “never grew up” because your evil godmother only had used you for your magical hair to keep her forever young.

“so princess tell me about yourself?” he had a shit eating grin on his face and you hated it at first but you grew to actually love his smile or whenever he’d smirk at you. you couldn’t deny the fact he was actually pretty handsome but you ignored that fact.

noir found you stunning and he was attracted by your beauty and radiant aura that you always seemed to radiate. you were his brightest star in his most darkest hours.

you both shared your experiences and stories that made that bond that you both didn’t know y’all had, stronger.

he would causally hold on to your hair in his arms so you wouldn’t trip. if you were tired of carrying your own hair since it was LENGTHY he would have no problem holding it for you!!

you tired? he would carry you in his arms bridal carry style. idk but he likes to carry you whenever you were feeling tired OR would scoop you up just to tease you. he liked the way you got annoyed at him and he loved that feeling.

…

a/n: this was fun to write ✍🏽

tags: @kairiscorner

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[sanjoongie]

here's a little title for you> failing in love

write me something with you know WHO make it sad make it hot like only you know how to <3

~Topaz: thank you isaaaaaaa. i will do my best. even though you deserve a woo fic. but i will give you mingi nonetheless~

Failing In Love

✧Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f)

✧Genre: smut, angst, horror

✧Au: serial killer/detective au

✧Word Count: 830

✧Warnings: mentions of murder, penetrative sex with no barrier, breast play

✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

“Is this all that we amount up to?” Mingi shouted at you while the rain ran down his face. You couldn't tell if he was crying or not, if only for the telltale tremble of his lip.

“No--Mingi--I swear--!”

"Well it sure fucking feels like it!" Mingi choked back a sob, his voice growing hoarse at the end of his sentence.

You stumbled forward but Mingi took a step back. "Mingi," You begged with one hand reaching out.

Mingi shook his head back and forth, strands of wet hair whipping across his face. "Don't touch me."

You had loved Mingi the first time he laid eyes on you. You remembered it like it was yesterday. His eyes landed on you, and then he smiled uncertainly. From across the room, your heart jumped and you knew you were fucked. He crossed it in seconds, his long legs taking little time to get to you.

"Do I know you?" He asked, smile still on his face.

You shook your head, "I don't think we've met before."

Mingi pursed his lips to the side in thought. "You're my type. I'd have introduced myself if I had met you before."

"Your type?" You raised your eyebrows, "You knew that across the room?"

Mingi nodded, eyes slowly crawling back to your face. "You're the type of person that I want to shine the sun on and make bloom."

It should have been corny, it shouldn't have worked. But somehow, with Mingi's sincere eyes glued to yours, it did. It struck you, his insight to your serious demeanor and the want to make it joyful. You believed that Mingi believed every lie that he ever spoke.

Oh sure, Mingi made you laugh. He made your smile practically split your face. Your heart beat so fast around him sometimes that you swore your head began to swim like you were about to swoon. But the truth was, Mingi wasn't about making people happy. No, Mingi was about killing people.

You were here to tempt Mingi into revealing who he truly was. You were a detective on a case that needed to be solved. You were so goddamn invested that you were willing to put your own life on the line, if that meant other girls wouldn't die.

But Mingi never did anything like that with you. And you couldn't decide if it was infuriating or disappointing. There were many nights that you stayed up wondering if you were truly right. Did the clues not all point to Mingi? Then why had he pulled at the bait dangled before him?

When the relationship grew physical, you truly had no chance of pulling away. Mingi fucked like the proof of his love remained on the tip of his dick. He needed you to know that he worshiped your body and the ground it walked on.

There were nights when he would pull you out of a deep sleep and murmur about how adorable you were. Then his fingers would sweep your collarbones and skitter down your thighs, awakening another side of you. You would let him help you straddle him, both bodies upwards, and he would make lazy, languorous love to you. 

It was always intense with Mingi. His eyes would never leave your own. His second favorite activity was to give lavish attention to your breasts. That man considered the deeper he was inside of you, the closer you two were, body, mind and soul. 

"I love you," He would sigh when he finished inside of the condom. His only con was that he tended to fall asleep on top of you before clean up could ensue.

But rest assured, the comfy domesticity that your life had become with whom you suspected was a serial killer, it wasn't long before the jig was up.

Snap back to the current time, where Mingi and you were standing barefoot in the rain, outside the convenient store near your place.

"All those other times, I was failing in love!" Mingi said. "I thought I loved them, but the dark side of me loved them more. But with you, I thought it was different. You made the voices in my head silent. I thought you were the one thing I needed in life to belong to this world. But it was all a lie."

Mingi threw your badge to the ground and the rain painted it with the garish colors of the convenience store sign. 

"It wasn't a lie," You protested. "It wasn't."

"You lied to me from the beginning. You were never who you said you were. You never loved me, did you?"

"Goddamn you, Mingi. Why do you think I stayed this entire time? It's because I did fall in love with you!" You cursed.

Mingi's eyes grew distraught and distrustful. "I loved you. I loved you so much."

"Loved?" You gasped.

"I'll always love you," Mingi promised. 

 And then he disappeared into the night. Never to be found again.

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

#ateez smut #song mingi smut #ateez angst #song mingi angst #topaz amswered #topaz's one year anniversary! #its a wild isa! 😈 #topaz's work

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

(missed days edition)

Day 24

[day 23] [day 25]

prompts: art | needle | slip by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

A/N: i'm so sorry about the slow updates! then again it's kind of an extra treat in march right?

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I had just halfheartedly started a sketch of the surroundings - it wasn't all too exciting if I'm honest - when they caught my eyes. Two men, obviously a couple. The tall one with dark curls... only softening his eyes when he laid them on his partner. The shorter one a strong posture... taken apart every time the taller touched him. They were adorable.

Quickly I flipped my current page to a new untouched one of my sketch-pad. I sharpened my pencil hurriedly, looked at them and started sketching. They were standing but constantly moving nonetheless. The taller said something, the shorter, probably a bit older, man, judging by his greying hair, throwing his head back laughing. An almost unnoticeable smile dancing on the other man's lips. The younger pointing at someone and talking what seemed incredibly fast for a whole minute. Quickly I tried to eternalise the other's amazement in his eyes on paper. Then the older added something and it was the younger man's turn to stare at the other with puzzlement. They looked into each other's eyes for an eternity and I tried my best to put their chemistry on paper. Then they kissed, and while other people might feel like they were intruding their privacy, I analysed their faces closely and my eyes almost never left them. When they finally parted, I realised they were holding hands and I saw they had rings on each of their left hands. Engaged, then, I concluded. Another quick sketch, and when I looked up the next time I was unaware of my smile - until it fell. They were gone.

I looked at my sketch, a chaotic combination of meaningful moments between a couple. And suddenly I realised: I couldn't keep it. I needed them to have it. So I grabbed my sketchbook, put it under my arm, looked out for a curly and a greying blond head and ran. Leaving my scaffold and other art supplies behind but I didn't care. I caught up to them and grabbed one of them by his arms. Surprised and confused they turned around. A bit out of breath I said, "I- I saw you standing over there and you caught my attention. Here!", I handed them my drawing. I had drawn them laughing, their intense eye contact, their kiss, their intertwined hands with their engagement rings on - the sketches overlapping, with my attempt to capture it all. Their eyes wandered across the paper and grew: they liked what they saw. I couldn't hide a proud smirk. The blond man looked up, "That is stunning. Would you sell that? How much is it?"

I waved my hand. "This is a fifteen minute sketch with no details. I don't usually do this, but it's for free. You are a beautiful couple by the way. Consider it my engagement gift!", I turned around, not wanting to give them a chance to pull money out and insisting on paying.

"Wait!", a deeper different voice called out. I turned around again. Curly Hair seemed impressed I had caught up on their engagement. "Please. Sign your art at least."

I looked at the sketch, indeed - no signature - and nodded. Quickly I placed my initials in the corner. "The residents call me 'the woman artist' around here, because I am the only female one around.", I explained. "But you can call me Irene."

"Thank you, Irene." they said in unison. They looked at each other, eyes thick with love, and I had to grin again.

"You're welcome, darlings. Have a great day!" I said and finally turned around, already scanning the crowd for another subject.

But I knew, they'd be my favourite for a long time, maybe forever.

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A/N: if someone feels inspired to draw this chaotic sketch - please do! just tag me when posting! it would be an honor 🙏🏼 feel free to contact me if you have more questions ❤︎

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[cockimagepdf]

work from home - johnny knoxville x fem!reader

word count: 4,258

warnings: nsfw

author’s note: the inspo picture i used for knoxville and the inspo picture i used for reader’s outfit

To be quite honest, it would be difficult to say what got you two into this position right now. Was it the sexual tension, so thick that a knife could cut it? Was it the constant eyes trailing your every movement? Those same brown eyes that would be filled with adoration and that would crinkle in the corners when he laughed; were now darkened with lust. The half-lidded gaze still followed your movements, nonetheless. You admired the duality of man, but especially his. The way a flip would switch inside him and he’d go from making you laugh to making you cum. Were you complaining? Definitely not, because you could use this to your advantage. Splayed out on the bed and panting was where you found yourself; but back to the question at hand, what got you two into this position? 

Quarantine began and the filming for Jackass Forever was put to a screeching halt. This allowed your boyfriend, Johnny, to spend more time at home with you. Unsure of what the future held in regards to filming starting up again, the Jackass crew was discussing everything over Zoom. Having to adapt was hard for the both of you; so used to spending time with the rest of the guys, it was strange not seeing them face to face. That’s where Johnny found himself now, seated in front of his MacBook in the middle of a Zoom call. As much as you had fun pranking each other at home, you could tell he was itching to start filming again and reuniting with everyone. In the meantime, you decided you would have some fun on your own.

Slipping into a black lingerie bodysuit, you tied your silk robe around you so it wouldn't ruin his surprise. Tiptoeing down the wooden steps, you made sure not to alert him of your presence by making any noise. The hallway walls were covered in paintings and framed memories. The only noise to be heard was the padding of your bare feet on the lacquered wooden floors and the sound of laughter coming from his office. As you made your way, you stopped short of waltzing into the room Johnny was in. The door was partially open, enough for you to look at him undetected. From here, you could smell the red roses situated on top of his mid-century desk. The space was rather dim, save for the lamp and the glow of his computer. The light seemed as if to highlight his best features. Johnny’s high cheekbones and sharp jaw were covered in the silver facial hair he had grown over quarantine. He had stopped shaving and realized dyeing his hair brown every 3 weeks was futile, so he had asked you to buzz his head to give him a fresh start. Johnny knew he had gray hairs but he underestimated just how many. It’s not like you mind, on the contrary, you found him even sexier as a silver fox. Johnny’s laugh brought you back to reality, tearing you away from your thoughts. You softly knock on the door and poke your head through as he wordlessly beckons you with his fingers. He doesn't look up from the computer till you’re in full view. His face brightens and his smile reaches his ears as you walk toward him. “Hey, babygirl. I’m almost done here, just gimme 10 minutes.” Johnny mouths. You nod and sit in the chair across from him. He had his earbuds in so whatever was being said was unintelligible to you. Whatever it was, it had him smiling and jotting down ideas. 

 “PJ, remind me why you wanna wear a suit just for a video call?” You had asked him. “This is business attire and it just so happens I’m going to take care of some business,” Johnny said matter of factly, with his hands on his hips. In his mind the idea made perfect sense; from the waist up he’d be ready for business but from the waist down he was in his boxers. You were still sitting there across from him but 5 minutes in you grew tired of waiting. Standing up, you slowly untied your robe and let it fall, making sure his eyes were on you the entire time. Tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, Johnny’s eyes widened as he drank you in. The attention your boyfriend gave you was short-lived, his attention being drawn by Dave taking his shirt off and making faces at the camera. Johnny cleared his throat and sipped the now-cold tea that was in his mug before joining in on the laughter. You managed to notice the death grip he had on the mug. Knuckles turning white trying to keep it together in front of the guys, god forbid they figure out what was actually happening because Johnny would never hear the end of it. Smirking at the thought, you wonder if his grip was any tighter he would manage to crack the ceramic. As bemused as you were at the situation, your dear PJ was feeling quite the opposite. In fact, he was fighting for his life trying to focus on the screen instead of the boner straining in his boxers and his girlfriend scantily clad before him. What you chose to wear for him was deliberate. You knew exactly how to rile him up and exactly wind him down. That’s why you chose to wear something that left little to the imagination; black straps covering your torso and back with only lace to cover your more intimate areas. Johnny was performing surprisingly well in the circumstance that he found himself in; being able to play up the facade that everything was calm when in reality he was secretly losing his mind. You could see right through him though and he foolishly forgot that you had that gift. You leaned over slightly on his desk, palms splayed on the wood, and that’s what made him snap. Loosening the black tie on his neck, Johnny drew in a sharp breath before exhaling. “Have I died? Am I in the 2nd Circle of Hell? Woah nice Dante’s Inferno reference, PJ. Ugh, shut up and just enjoy the boobies, dude” Johnny thought. His mind was so distracted by this whole situation that he didn't even process that he was on autopilot and just ended the call before saying a quick goodbye to his friends. By the time Johnny’s mind was caught up with his actions, he failed to realize you had left the room.

When your boyfriend finally caught up with you, you were seated on the edge of the bed waiting for him patiently. “How’d your meeting go, baby?” You ask with a faux sense of coyness.  All you could do was try your hardest not to laugh at how exasperated Johnny looked in front of you. Chewing the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting into laughter as you looked at the expression on his face and the outfit he wore. Tie askew, wrinkled button-down, suit jacket now discarded, and the seersucker patterned boxers that were now strained thanks to the ever-present boner. “Oh please, don't give me that. You knew exactly what you were doing, sugar” Johnny began walking towards you, “You must think you have me in the palm of your hand. Think I’m gonna give you what you want?” His slender fingers grazed your thighs as he spoke. Never leaving his gaze, you brought your hand up to pull his tie down so Johnny would meet your eye line. “You’re gonna give me exactly what I want and I think you know that already, don’t you, PJ?” Your lips were inches apart now and he was close enough to be enveloped in the warmth of your skin and the fresh scent of perfume. Brown eyes searched yours, silently looking for permission. You welcomed him with a kiss that he gladly reciprocated. Deft fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his white shirt but your grip on his tie remained. Without breaking the kiss, Johnny pulled you closer and brought your hand to feel him through his boxers. “Jesus Christ, doll. You’re killing me.” He groaned against your lips as you stroked him. Deciding that you’ve given him enough, for now, you stopped your action and pulled away. Your grasp on his tie was firm, keeping him exactly where you wanted him. Eyes scanning his face, you gauged him for a reaction before you spoke. “Get undressed, quickly. Lay on the bed and wait for me. Don’t touch yourself until I get back.” Johnny’s pupils were blown out and his eyes darkened as he furrowed his brows, registering your more dominant tone. “Yes, ma’am.” He flashed you that Cheshire cat grin, already reveling in the fact that you’d take charge tonight. This domineering tone on you was sexy, Johnny could admit, and he was giddy to find out what would happen in those next few moments. With him, everything was a game of cat and mouse. You were quick-witted and could keep him on his toes; Johnny liked that about you. As much as he loved torturing his friends on and off set, it was you that he loved to see teeter on the edge. It’d be foolish to think you didn’t know he had tricks up his sleeve, especially now. He was in the palm of your hand, quite literally, and you knew how to read him. You could read every inch of him, so you knew that he had other intentions for you later. There was an unspoken exchange between the two of you at that moment. With a sigh, he gave himself fully to you in that instance. Content, you ghosted your lips over Johnny’s before both leaving the room and leaving him wanting more.

Trusting that he could be left to his own devices and follow simple instructions, you quickly found yourself back in his office. Grabbing the silk belt from the robe you had left strewn on the floor, you made your way back to meet Johnny in your shared bedroom. You couldn’t help but pause your actions to look at his current state. Clothes were now long forgotten and thrown over the back of a chair. His relaxed pose was something akin to the Frescos you’d see painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. The light and shadows worked in harmony to bring out the curvature of his lean frame. Johnny’s plush lips were parted as he took in the sight before him. Your eyes studied his expression then trailed down his body, taking a mental picture. Smooth chest rising and falling, the slight abs that he still managed to keep at 49, and his hard dick resting against his thigh all grabbed your attention. Johnny chuckled and shifted his hips when he saw where your eyes were glued. They snapped up immediately to meet his gaze, and you narrowed your eyes at him as a subtle warning. Nonetheless, a smile still toyed at the corner of his lips. It would be out of character for Johnny to back down, and that’s what made him cocky. Too cocky for your liking, which is why you wanted to teach him a lesson about control. Walking over to the chair, you picked up the black tie he had discarded and made your way back to him on the bed. Johnny’s eyes never left you but he was too transfixed on the swaying of your hips and movement of your ass to notice what was in your hands. “May I?” You gestured for him to give you his wrists so you could tie them to the bedposts and he nodded. While you were making sure it was comfortable enough for him, you could’ve sworn you saw his dick twitch in anticipation. Johnny tugged at the restraints and you watched as his arms flexed. Fingertips danced along his skin as you moved to straddle him. Groaning at the contact, Johnny shifted his hips against you. Pursing your lips and shaking your head in disapproval, you leaned forward so your lips brushed against his ear. “I’d like to think I’m being generous because otherwise, I’d have you blindfolded as well. I’ve decided that I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you, so I suggest you behave.” Your words sent a chill down his spine and caused him to inhale a sharp breath. Johnny bit his lip before replying with, “Yes, ma’am.” Pleased with this, you peppered kisses on the shell of his ear and took his lobe in your mouth before sucking gently. Arms strained against the restraints as you nipped at his skin. Your kisses littered his torso all the while your eyes never left his. Alternating between kissing and licking his body, you finally paused when you reached his dick. Johnny shifted his hips once more as he watched you look at him with a wild hunger in your eyes. As a warning, your fingernails dug into his thigh with how firmly you grasped him to stop his movement. You stroked him once and gauged his reaction. Johnny murmured a curse under his breath as he watched you smear the precum on his tip with your thumb. Satisfied with his reaction to your teasing, you continue. You purse your lips as you suck on just his tip, savoring the subtle salty taste of his cum. Johnny makes the mistake of letting his eyes flutter shut; instead of continuing you chastise him. “I want your eyes on me at all times, understand?” His feverish nods were cut short by you taking all of him in your mouth. Tears pricked your eyes as you felt his cock down your throat. Nostrils flared and bottom lip quivering, Johnny couldn’t hold back his moans. His skin felt flushed as he watched you slip his cock in and out of your mouth. Tongue and hands smearing the mixture of cum and saliva that were coating his hard member. You stroked him as you dipped your head lower to lick and suck on his balls. After a few moments of your repeated actions, Johnny felt his breath quicken and a knot in his stomach form. Picking up on his shaky breaths and the way his teeth were biting his bottom lip so hard it nearly drew blood, you decide to up your game. Taking him as deep as you could, you hollow your cheeks and snake one hand up to rake your fingernails across his chest while the other hand massages his balls. Tears streamed down your face as you gazed up at him. Johnny’s arms were flexed as he tugged on the restraints. A mixture of moans and curses erupted from his lips as his cock coated your mouth with his cum. You hummed around his member and he shivered at the sensation. His chest heaved as he watched you spit the contents of your mouth on his cock then greedily lick it back up again. Johnny bucked his hips involuntarily at the sight of you. You couldn’t help but let a smirk tug at the corner of your lip at the thought of how earnest he was. Making your way up his body to untie him, you moved to straddle him again. Replacing the previously exasperated look on his face, he now looked blissful. Johnny’s half-lidded brown eyes were looking at you with adoration. “C’mere, gimme a kiss, babydoll.” You obliged and moaned into the kiss as his lips moved against yours. Johnny’s tongue explored your mouth and he hummed at the taste of himself on your tongue. That was enough to make him want to turn the tables on you. After all, this was a game of cat and mouse.

“Let me untie you now, baby.” You murmured against his lips and he hummed in approval. Pulling away to focus your attention on the ties, Johnny couldn’t help but smile at how cute you looked when you were focused. Fingers delicately working at the knot and loosening it before slipping it off. For a moment,you paused to admire the red marks that were left and massaged them gently in your hands. Bringing Johnny’s wrists up to your lips, you pressed feather light kisses against his skin. You couldn't help but smile as you peppered his skin with kisses, feeling flushed as you felt his eyes track your movements. Johnny watched as you grazed your lips against his knuckles and then kissing the tips of his fingers. He’s breathing faltered and caught in his throat as he brushed his fingertip against your bottom lip and watched as you welcomed him in your warm mouth. Maintaining eye contact, you gently sucked on the digit as you watched him bring his right hand up to cup your jaw. “C’mere, princess. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Johnny’s voice was low as he spoke. That unmistakable drawl came out when he spoke to you like this; words drawn out and husky. You obliged and leaned down to capture his lips. Now that Johnny was no longer tied to the bed post, his hands were free to roam. They explored your body, feeling every inch of your skin. Large hands made their way to grope your breasts and fingers pinched your nipples through the lace of your lingerie. Your back arched and you moaned into Johnny’s mouth as he tested the waters on how much you were willing to take. You didn’t realize the absence of his left hand from your body until you felt a sharp smack on your ass. Breath hitching for a moment, you groaned into the kiss and let curses fall from your lips as he repeated the action. Grabbing and kneading the flesh before smacking and then repeating it until he was sure it would leave a mark. Johnny pulled away from the kiss and ran his tongue across his bottom lip before speaking, “I want you on your hands and knees when I get back, ok?” He watched as your eyes searched his, trying to figure out exactly when the power dynamic shifted. What he hadn't expected was you wholeheartedly accepting it. You smirked before leaning in and whispering in his ear, “Yes, sir.”

It felt forever since you were waiting in this position but Johnny finally came back. He instructed you not to turn around to look at him so you couldn’t tell what he left the room to grab. The only reason you could tell he was back was because of his distinct footsteps against the wooden floors of your bedroom. “I love seeing you like this,” Johnny’s voice was above a whisper as he spoke to you in a husky tone. You could feel his presence behind you, the warmth of his body heat radiating off of him because of how close he was. “So pretty just waiting here for me,” Johnny seemed to be thinking out loud as he stroked the print he left on your ass. Feeling the edge of the bed dip, you braced yourself for whatever would come next. Your boyfriend wanted payback, there was no question about that, but what left you wondering was exactly what he would do to you. Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt his large hand knead at the flesh of your thigh before gently pinching the skin, causing you to jolt and arch your back into his touch. “Baby, please-” was all you could manage before you felt Johnny press an open-mouth kiss to your core. You felt your body go weak as he continued to pepper kisses along your thighs and ass. Johnny used his slender finger to pull aside the thong you wore, exposing your pussy to him. Hearing him groan at the sight of you, made you even more aroused. Everything about you drove Johnny insane, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. In fact, he enjoyed telling you how much he thought you were witty or smart. Some things, though, didn’t need to be spoken for you to know they were true. You could tell by the way he ate you that he enjoyed every minute of it. Johnny would even pause during it to praise how good you tasted on his tongue. That’s what you longed for at this moment; longing to feel his tongue on you. He reveled in the fact that you were so patient for him; that you waited with bated breath for his next move. No longer able to resist, Johnny gave in and used his tongue to lap up your arousal. You groaned and arched your back at the welcome sensation. Using the tip of his tongue, he teased your folds then circled your sensitive clit. Johnny felt a surge of confidence; you cursing under your breath and pushing yourself further against his face told him that he was doing something right. He got off on watching you come undone and it was something he prided himself on. If the laws of time and space would allow him, Johnny would happily spend eternity between your thighs. This was his happy place; seeing you face down with your ass up and pussy on full display for him to eat. If he were to die now, Johnny would die a happy man. He wasn't the type to leave a task unfinished; so right now he was dead set on making you come on his tongue. Shutting your eyes, you let a moan fall from your lips as Johnny used his fingers to spread your folds and shove his tongue inside your slick hole. The sensation of his beard scratching against your skin was enough to drive you wild, but the mere thought of seeing that graying beard slick with your cum made you see stars. Johnny was well aware of his effects on you, that's how he knew you were close to the edge. Without skipping a beat, he turned on the vibrator that was in his hand and brought it up to your clit. That familiar knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your orgasm looming. Hearing you repeat his name like it was a prayer and you were his only salvation was like music to Johnny’s ears. His name was like honey on your lips and your sweet sounds filled the air and occupied his mind. This only pushed Johnny further. If he was one thing, it would be relentless. Tongue lapping up everything you gave him while he used the vibrator on your sensitive clit, only caused you to become like putty in his hands. You felt your limbs go weak as he turned the toy to its highest setting, never failing to remove his mouth from your pussy. “Fuck, you taste so good, babydoll.” Johnny’s words made heat rise to your face. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to speak with your mouth full?” You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you successfully riled him up. Johnny chuckled before removing his lips from you. About to whip your head around to face him and complain, a sharp bite on your ass shut you up again. He flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe over the mark to soothe it. Johnny palmed your cheek in his large hand and rubbed it. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of the vibrator against you and his hand on your ass. “I don’t like a smartmouth,” Johnny started, “I think you know that don’t you?” You could feel the edge of the bed dip as he got up and lined himself up with your entrance. Grabbing his dick, he teased you with his tip, making sure it was slick enough. “You were liking my mouth a while ago, weren't you?” You turned back to look at him, making sure he could see the shit-eating grin plastered on your face. Johnny’s face was serious for a moment before he let a smile tug at his lips. “Not funny.” He punctuated his sentence with a thrust. The both of you groaned as he filled you. Gripping the sheets was all you could do to brace yourself as he quickly found his rhythm. His pace was slow at first, enjoying how you tightened around him and how pretty you looked from this angle. As Johnny continued, his grasp on your hip tightened as he slammed his cock into you repeatedly. Brown eyes were transfixed on the movement of your ass as you bounced on his dick. “Baby, I’m so close.” You managed to utter between moans. The feeling of the toy vibrating against your swollen clit plus the added sensation of Johnny repeatedly hitting your g-spot was enough to make your toes curl. “Go ahead and come, princess. I'm close too.” Johnny thrust into you a couple more times before you came around his dick. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth agape, you reached your climax. Johnny was close behind as his thrusts became frantic before ultimately slowing down as he came inside you. The both of you groaned as he removed himself. Collapsing on the bed from exhaustion, you and Johnny lay side by side, refusing to move for a while. Once he caught his breath, he got up to grab a towel and a glass of water for you but not before turning with a shit-eating grin and saying, “Fuck, I could get used to working from home.” 

#johnny knoxville smut #johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader

[nowis-scales]

Hello!! I absolutely adore all your fates headcanons! They’re always perfect for each character, they feel so canon to me 😤 Thank you for sharing :D

Just out of curiosity, do you have any echoes headcanons 👀 There aren't any birthdays in the game so I realized there wasn't an opportunity for your fun character birthday posts, but I figured I'd ask!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! That’s very kind of you to say!

Hopefully you are able to enjoy some of the Echoes ones I have just as much. As I’m not quite done the game yet, I can’t say that they’re 100% totally and perfectly canon, but nonetheless I hope they satisfy!

Also, quick special thanks to @fayesdiary for agreeing to read these over for me even though I never actually made them do it lol. I still appreciate the willingness!

Now without further ado, the Echoes headcanons:

1. Potentially a pretty popular headcanon but… I definitely feel like Tobin is gay. The only thing is, is that by the start of Echoes, he hadn’t fully come to terms with that yet. Some time around the ages of fourteen to fifteen, he’d probably realized that he was starting to have some… feelings regarding other guys, but repressed it because, well, Gray and Alm both liked girls, and Kliff never really seemed to care. It would be weird for him to be the odd guy out, right? So he told himself he liked girls. As he grew older and began to grow feelings for other men, I think it definitely bloomed into him deciding that okay, he’s bisexual, but he still likes girls, right? Might even like them best, yeah. But by the end of the war, he knows he just can’t keep denying who he is, and finally decides to announce to the world who he is. He’s a little nervous about telling his friends, but they’re very supportive — especially Alm, although he’s a little bit embarrassingly overzealous about it sometimes.

2. When Clive was older and travelling around, he always made a point to bring back souvenirs for Clair. Whenever he got home, she used to always sit down with him and ask for stories about the world that he saw. Of course he’d indulge his beloved little sister, telling her everything he could think of — sometimes even going as far as writing down specific things he thought she’d be interested in while he travelled, so he could tell her later. Then, he’d always end off his stories with the souvenir present just for her. Sometimes it’d be something like a glittery hair pin from a large city, and other times, it would be something as simple as a bag of homemade cookies from a family’s store in a small town. Nonetheless, Clair always loved and treasured them, and looked forward to it every time.

3. Lukas is amazing with little kids. Being a knight, they already tend to flock to him thinking that he’s a cool hero, but his chill demeanour and patience meshes well with them. He’ll listen happily as a little girl tells him stories about the adventures her dolls take, walk with a toddler as they stop to show him every single stick and rock and bug that they find, and he’ll even teach the kids a few basic fighting moves if they ask. I don’t know if I’d say that Lukas is the kind of guy who would necessarily want to have kids, but they do like him and he likes them, so I think it overall just ends up being a very positive, reciprocal relationship.

4. Alm was very prone to getting injured as a child, not because he was clumsy or anything, but because of impulsivity. Gray could say, “Hey, Alm, you should go do this!”, and Alm would just… do it. If he succeeded, it would be funny, but if he didn’t… it often left Gray trying to comfort him while Mycen tended to his wounds. After Alm got stung by an entire nest of bees, eventually Mycen had to lecture the two boys on not doing stuff like that anymore. Occasionally, though, they might still do it — for old time’s sake.

5. If and when Mae and Boey are ever to enter into a drinking contest against each other, there would never be any actual winner. Neither of them would be all that willing to relent until they were like, totally hammered, so they’d just end up having to call a truce. That is, if they even remember that they were having a drinking contest. They could just as easily get so engrossed in having an argument or spirited conversation that they’d forget. Still, no matter what happens, Celica and Genny still have to make sure their stumbling, silly derrières get to bed safely.

6. Faye wasn’t always as intense as she is about Alm in the main game. It got steadily worse over several years. When everyone was little, it just started out as a simple crush. She liked to be around Alm, because he was nice and funny and he always made sure that the other boys included her. However, after the incident with Slayde happened, she became more interested in the idea of Alm as a hero. Soon she fell in love with him as more of an idealized Prince Charming figure, and her obsessiveness towards him just seemed to grow from there. He was perfect in every way and he saved her in her moment of need, and he would always be there if she needed him. Between her original crush being pretty normal and her sense of security now tied to him, she doesn’t quite gather that her actions are kind of creepy.

7. Saber would definitely try to play it off like he’s not, but he’s honestly a little uneasy around wyverns. Something about their beady little eyes… he doesn’t know why, but there’s something about them he doesn’t trust. Not to mention that a mouth full of sharp, scary teeth? No thank you. He’s not afraid to be near one, of course, but he still won’t get really close if he can help it. The wyvern can stay over there and he’ll approach it if he wants to, otherwise, he will not make eye contact. He is also VERY adamant that he is not afraid, to the point of being just a bit overly defensive.

8. Rinea has a really complex relationship with Berkut. Once upon a time, she really was madly in love with his charm and demeanour, but his fascination with war always made her uncomfortable. At first maybe she thought it was a matter of perspectives, and that maybe through discussion, they might be able to achieve better conclusions and solutions. However, as time went on, it became clear that neither of them would change their point of view. War is Berkut’s pride, and the more he immerses himself in it, the less she feels like she can trust him. Every time she tries to tell him how she feels, he shuts her down or ignores her, so she feels like she can’t talk to him about it. It leaves her wondering if she should go through with their engagement after all.

9. Palla, Catria, and Est probably all gave their pegasuses matching nicknames. Think like Tic, Tac, and Toe or Sun, Moon, and Star. Naturally, it was Est’s idea, but her big sisters were happy to indulge her just this once. Like the girls, the pegasi are bonded to one another, so it ended up making sense that their names all match together. The pegasi also have bonds of trust with each different sister. They will obviously prefer theirs, but because of this trust, they will let the other girls ride them if need be. If Palla were to be stranded somewhere without “Sun”, but Catria could get to him, then “Sun” would happily allow her to board so they could handle things. It’s like they’re all family in some way!

10. When Celica and Alm lived together in Ram, they used to have bad pun competitions. Usually at the dinner table. Some of them were really bad. At first they thought that Mycen was just indulging them by not saying anything, letting them have their little moment, but then there was this one night where Alm was stumped on coming up with a retort to something that Celica said… and then, out of the blue, comes the WORST pun you’ve ever heard from Mycen’s mouth. Like the single BIGGEST dad joke. Alm and Celica were shocked into silence for about thirty seconds, until they erupted with laughter. They agreed that nobody else at the table could win that night other than Mycen. They spent the rest of their time together trying to top that one — years later when they’re married, they’re still probably trying.

11. Genny has always been kind of shy, and is grateful that Celica, Mae, and Boey all spend time with her. There was no way she was going to get away from Mae without a little bit of friendship, and of course Celica would want to be kind to her at all times because that’s just Celica, and Boey would feel the need to apologize if Mae ever got overbearing… and then, it was like Genny blinked, and suddenly she had all these friends! She’s still pretty shy around other people — when Celica’s army joins up she mostly hangs around with any of those three people if she can get in there — but she’s definitely pushing herself to do a bit more when it comes to friends. It’ll just take some practice!

12. Leon has superb judgement when it comes to romantic partners. Is it important that your parents approve? Sure. But does your Leon approve? Because if something’s wrong with them, he’s going to be able to tell right away. It’s like his sixth sense. When he initially told Kamui and Valbar of his special talent in the area, they didn’t believe him. Yet, the next time they spent the night in a town during their travels, he identified couples that would break up and who would be the cause. Sure enough, they later left that village only to return later… and quickly discovered that most of the separations had come to pass. Kamui and Valbar were totally floored.

13. Though she insists that she’s never had any lessons, Sonya is quite possibly the best ballroom dancing partner than anyone could ask for. She’s so graceful and gentle, and incredibly patient, that others just can’t help but find her a beautiful presence when watching and a comforting presence when partnered with her. In all truth, it was her sisters who taught her when she was a girl, after reading about romantic tales from storybooks. Dancing alongside them, the two of them guiding her movements so kindly… she tries to do that for other people as well, and give them a dance worth enjoying. After all, the act always fills her with so much warmth. They are some of her most precious memories.

14. Celica is very sentimental, and will keep just about any present she is given. She still has sloppily-made friendship bracelets that Mae made for her, a plush bunny that Faye sewed for her when she was living in Ram, and many of the books that were passed down to her from her teachers at the Novis Monastery where she grew up. Anything you give her she’ll treasure, and it’s very sweet, but it also means she has a hard time getting rid of some things. That flower crown Alm made for her three weeks ago might be wilting and falling apart, but he made it with love! Surely she can’t just throw it away, right? Right? Okay, perhaps it is making a bit of a mess…

15. Mycen, while strict, is the local Grandpapa. He didn’t really ask for it, either, but after settling in Ram, the children seemed to just sort of flock to him as a war hero. It’s how the other kids all ended up befriending Alm, because they were curious about Mycen. He doesn’t mind his status too much when it comes to the kids, but it always feels a bit weird to have the other adult villagers eyeing him in any particular way. He’ll mostly keep his distance from the adults where he can, but he’ll always have time for the kids. Even years into the future after the war is over and they have moved out of the village, he would still welcome them back to see him if they want to come.

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[kurukosmochas]

Hi~ may I request a Kyojuro x childhood friend fem!reader in which Kyojuro propose to her in front of everyone talking about how their mothers always said that if he’s the sun then she was his moon and now he wants to be together forever and build a family together because he can’t imagine his life without her.

Hope you consider it and thank you :3

A/N } Oml this is so cute, I live for the Kyojuro x childhood friend reader ❤️‍🔥 anyways I hope you enjoy this one >:D None of the characters die.

If you’re my sun, I’m your moon

Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira that everyone loved or adored; was head over heals for you. He couldn’t understand his admiration for you at the beginning, he was never associated with relationships or his love life. Maybe because his father never taught him the basic relationship things that father and son have while he’s in his teen years.

Nonetheless, he was captivated by your entire being. You two have known each other since you were born, him being a year older. He faintly recalls the time his mother told him that when you were born while he was only a year old, she had brought him over to your home, telling him that your father was a dear friend to his father. And that she was friends with your mother, she kept telling the story saying that when he saw your tiny figure in your mothers arms, he couldn’t help but wobble over towards you two. He gazed at you, babbling nonsense, while trying to grab your little fingers in his. You opened your eyes looking at him, and after that you two grew attached. Playdates were a constant need so you both could sword fight, and play tag. Your mothers would bathe you two together at the age of two, while you were in the sudsy water you both would put bubbles on each others hair, giggling about how you both looked funny.

When you were seven and Kyojuro was eight, one day you were picking your little strawberries, munching on a few. And you hear a sad cry coming from the gate entrance of you house, you rush to go see who’s making the noise. ‘Kyojuro!’ You think, wondering why he could be here. “Y-y/n” Kyo muffles out, tears staining his face, and his eyes puffy and red. “Kyojuro-San! What’s wrong???” “M-mother s-s-she’s…” “yes..?” “She’s d-dead!”, You gasp in utter-shock not knowing what to say, or do. “Kyojuro…” more sniffles come from him. “Now father is drinking a lot today, he has been so hateful towards me and baby Senjuro..” “shhh Kyo, it’s ok, I’m here for you” you pull him into you, and play with his hair. “Promise you won’t leave me too?” “I’d never dream of it Kyojuro-San”.

When you turned twelve and Kyojuro turned thirteen, you both strived to become great at your swordsman ship and breathing style. During final selection you both passed and quickly rose in the ranks. You being excited for the both of you, while Kyojuro couldn’t help but remember when you two were so little, playing swords and chasing each other. Now he really takes in how much you’ve changed, you’re so beautiful to him, the way you talk so passionately about being a demon slayer, and how you have no fear.

When Kyojuro met Mitsuri he saw a whole new way of liking you. Thanks to Mitsuri being #1 wingwoman she caught on pretty quickly about his fondness over you. The way he glanced at you with doe eyes when you’d walk by made Mitsuri immediately think he liked you. Her ship was destined to happen, she told herself.

{Kyojuro’s pov}

“Ok Kyojuro-Sama! I believe in you, all you have to do is tell the person you’ve loved for years to be your bride!” “Thank you Kanroji-San, but I’m scared she’ll say no, then we might not be as close anymore…” he says while fidgeting with his fingers. “I’m positive Y/n-Chan likes you back, all she does is talk about you!” “Really? She does?” Kyojuro’s voice laced with excitement. “Of course Kyojuro-San, she loves you, now go get her!” “Yes I’ll go get her!” He runs to your estate. “Y/n are you home?” “Ya Kyo! I’m in my room changing, I’ll be out in a second.” You walk out of your room with your uniform on, smiling once you see him. It makes him flustered seeing you so happy, and excited to see him. “I’m ready, we can go to that place you wanted to take me now” “let’s be off then!” Kyojuro replies. You both head towards a beautiful hill side spot with a tall tree, you notice that the other hashira are here as well. “What are the others doing here Kyo?” “Well I thought it would be a great idea if we all spend time together” he says with a smile plastered across his face “whatever you say.”

{Hashira’s pov}

“Hey look there’s Kyojuro and Y/n!” Mitsuri excitingly shouts, “are they holding hands?” Shinobu questioned, “well they’ve kinda always did that since they were kids” Giyuu replied. “Wouldn’t they look so good together?” “Well they’re complete opposites Mitsuri-Chan” “well I think that’s what’s so good about them, opposites attract remember?” Tengen says giving a grin. “I remember that when Kyojuro-San trained me, he told me about this one time when he was a child his mother and Y/n-Chan’s mother said that if Kyojuro was the sun, then Y/n was his moon, a perfect balance.” “I suppose that makes sense!” “Here they are, hey you two” “hey everybody, thank you for all coming here on this fine evening” Kyojuro smiles, “why are we actually here Kyo?” “I have something very important I’d like to tell you Y/n-San” Mitsuri slightly bounced up and down, excited that her friend was going to do what she wanted all along; for him to propose to the woman he holds so dear to his heart. All of the hashira watched as Y/n started to talk, “and what would that be?” He paused for a moment trying to build up the courage to tell you, he wanted the courage he had any other time he’s doing something, but when it comes to you he’s putty in your hands.

“Well..” Kyojuro mumbles out “Y/n do you remember when we were children and you said you’ll always be here for me?” “Yes I remember” “do you plan on holding that promise?” “Of course Kyo! What are you on about?” “I’ve thought about so much on the last mission we went on.. we could’ve been killed.. I remember that I could not possibly come home one day.” He pauses looking up for a minute, hoping his mother is proud of him for doing this. “So if I die I want to remember you not as a friend, but as my wife” you lightly gasp “Kyo you really want to marry me?” “Why wouldn’t I? You’ve been my best friend for so long, I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you, I need you Y/n.” Pricks of tears form in the corner of your eyes “I want you to be the mother of my children so we can be our own family, I want to be the father I didn’t get to have, I understand if you do not want to marry me.” “Kyojuro Rengoku! Of course I want to marry you!” You jump into his embrace, smiling so wide. “And don’t ever tell me you’ll not come home, I’m here to protect you as well” your words made Kyojuro tear up, making him feel secure and loved that you want to protect him, it even made a few hashira tear up. “You’ll always be my sun Kyo” “you’ll always be my moon Y/n.”

{Bonus> 7yrs later}

“Rukaaaaa! Come back here!” You yell at your daughter as she runs away from you, “no mom! I want to go with you and dad, I don’t want to stay with aunt Mitsuri!” “Whoa! Slow down Ruka” Kyojuro catches your daughter as she trys to wiggle free. “Dad I want to go on the mission with you guys” she puffs out her lip and gives Kyojuro sad eyes. “Ru you can’t, you could get hurt” “but… oh fine” she gives in, not pressing it forward anymore. “When you get older you can, for now I have to keep both of my girls safe” Kyojuro beams and you smile, seeing the children you once were and now you both have one together. It all started with holding tiny hands and opening your eyes.

A/N} So it never confirmed the age that Kyojuro was when Ruka died, but Kyo and Sen have an eight year age gap I believe. So I think Kyojuro was eight or seven when Ruka died.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku proposing #Rengoku and reader with a kid #Rengoku x best friend reader

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Ten things I noted about the four-part miniseries “UnDeadwood” :

Now I decided to watch this even though I haven't watched Deadwood (probably should put it on my list), and knowing I'm not much of a western fan except when mixed with other elements (hello Firefly, my favorite show cancelled after one season). But let's be honest, I said to myself, I'll watch anything Critical Role does, and anything Marisha and Travis are in (bonus points for Anjali Bhimani, whom I also adore).

Damn, this miniseries was good. What can I say ? It got me !

More notes & spoilers under the cut.

First off, the production side of this miniseries is incredible, even more so when I'm coming from CR3 where they hired a team of experts on how to make amusements parks (!!!) to have a better set. The little town at the center of the table is well made, and the shots of the buildings really give a nice spatial representation. The opening credits are cool, and seeing the cast in costume really is a joy that a single one-shot cannot bring to the table. Also they all look HOT, that goes without saying. Also the accents ! I had the vapors.

Oh, and the music !! I saw it was Jason Charles Miller who did it, and of course he did ! That man is a nerd in a ZZ Top costume.

Brian's evident love for the original story of Deadwood (both the show and the real town) is evident and charming.

I love that the first close-up shot of Matt we see is : him, and his hair gently floating in the wind (of the studio).

The obvious editing bothered me a little bit at the beginning, but I think that was just because I wasn't used to it... Maybe some cuts were harsh... But yeah, the editing grew on me after the first episode. And I understand why they used it specifically in this short format, and to give a smoother feeling to the story. It made everything feels like a true immersion - whereas episodes of Critical Role are more a feeling of a show (which I love !)

Fogg, as he is enjoying his time with 3 ladies : "Oh, Reverent ! I got three of 'em in here, you sure you don't want a share ?" The Reverent : "No ! I have my own three ! The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."

"It's ... hiiiiiigh moooon !" Nice one Brian

"Curse my white-collar upbringing !" Marisha, you do not have to make me laugh like that, but I thank you nonetheless

I like the system of using both dice and cards for power or initiative. I'm gonna check it out. I need to see other systems besides D&D.

Arabella, about Fogg's injured leg : "You look like a 13-years old who just got her time of the month, so why won't you let me take a look at that leg ?" AMAZING SAYING

"God don't play cards."

"I ain't a religious man, not in a long time. I've seen enough people be animals out there to know that if God made us in his image, God's every bit as feral as the things he created." Hum, excuse me, who gave Matt the right to say those ABSOLUTELY AMAZING PHRASES ?? Did he went to the Caleb's school of one-liners that rule ??

Love how effortlessly they integrated the rules and the background together. The idea of spending a chip to go see The Bartender and ask some information if you're stuck, and also get a shot of whisky, is a good one.

As soon as Brian said there was some revenants about town, I was suuuuure we were gonna see Arabella's freshly dead sister. And I was right ! But it was devastating nonetheless.

We only saw NPC Katie for like 2 minutes, but she managed to make me fall in love with her in record time !

Marisha loving playing ladies who are snoops and weirdoes and wants to find things and love gory things and/or mystical shit (Beau, Alexandra in the Cthulhu one-shot, Arabella, Laudna). Yes I know she definitely loved playing Keyleth (my beloved) even if she was, as a character, very far from what she is or what she usually likes. But I also love that we see her preferences.

NITROGEN ??? DAMN ! Mrs. Myriam Landisman came here to PLAY

Marisha drawing a straight fucking flush, we love to see it. Amazing

Brian, to Matt : "I'm gonna say something to you, that I wanted to say for a long time. How the fuck do you want to do this ?"

This is why I love those kinds of actors who are all in. The consequence of Aloysius failing his spell was that "he forgot for 6 days attachments on an emotional level". And boy did Khary run with it. Retrospectively, I think Aloysius could have spared Clayton Sharpe, in the end ; but no, not with this consequence. And Khary knew what he was doing, he was crying while doing it, but he did justice to both his character, and the consequence. To an exterior eye, this could be waste of character development, but no, it's the opposite !

Is Al Swearengen secretly the Dealer ?? He said the same words ! "Greed ain't cheap"

THEY QUOTED THE FUCKING PRINCESS BRIDE, or close !!! I love them for this. "You seem a decent man. I hate to kill you." "You seem a decent man. That I'd hate to be killed by."

The ending my god. No notes, just tears.

I know that with Brian exiting the CR world, it's not going to happen, but man, imagine the parallel universe where UnDeadwood 2 was a thing... I want to go to there

#my thoughts #critical role #undeadwood

[seokmatthewz]

cheesy

#ateez #san #atzinc #ateezedit #foratiny #kpopgfxnetwork #ultkpop #idolsincedits #iri.gifs #flashing tw #idk why it moves at the end fjdjfslkfjd the camera trembled #hes so cute tho mmmmmwah <3 #this is such an lq gif but the vid was lying about 1080p jfsdkljfdjkfldjkf #adore him nonetheless <3 this hair grew on me

[tteokdoroki]

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

“ka-katsuki-!”

your moan fills his ears, overloading each one of his senses and he thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. pulling his fingers from your slick heat, bakugou’s eyes stay trained on yours as he brings them up to his lips and sucks the remainders of your orgasm away. he lives for the way your face twists with a fresh wave of pleasure and your eyes plead him for more through the dimmed light of his dorm room.

he pinches your thighs, the ones that quiver from your second release of the night, and leans above you to pry your arm away from your heated face. “feel good, sweetheart?” the blonde asks softly, now that he can see you, fingers weaving between your bodies to draw shapes into your swollen clit. you nod once and screw your eyes shut, bare chest arching into katsuki’s at his simple touch. “need another?”

peeking up at him, your boyfriend can see the internal debate dancing in your lust filled eyes. bakugou had fingered you twice to orgasm already and asked if you needed another only to prepare you. for weeks now; you’d both entertained the idea of being one another’s first’s— of course you’d done more than just makeouts and heavy petting but after a year of dating, you finally wanted to be together as one ( bakugou’s words not your own ).

finally, you answer him with a soft ‘no, think i’m ready now,’ and the hot headed boy can barely contain his excitement. he presses a searing kiss to your lips— tongues sliding together while bakugou swallows your helpless whimpers from where you taste yourself on him. your own hand slips between you both now, curling around your boyfriend’s hardening length to palm him.

meanwhile, with a breathless groan, katsuki’s lips slip down to suck love bites into the column of your throat, but only gently. he knows you hate marks but’ll get a kick out of the others fawning over them the next day. the speed of your hand picks up, jerking him off as if for revenge— you knew how easy bakugou could come undone with just your touch and he revels in the way your tiny hands wrap around his thick girth, barely grazing the circumference of it.

just like how you could barely fit his cock in your mouth when you sucked him off—

“baby— fuck,” the blonde’s breath stutters, mind becoming foggy with thoughts of your lips on his girth egging him on.  he should stop you before he cums; stop himself from rutting into your small fingers and the thumb that brushes over the glands on his head. bakugou doesn’t want to cum before he’s got a chance to take you for the first time— even if he’d given you plenty of chances to. “slow down little bear, gotta fuck you before— before i cum…”

you grin at him from behind the warmth beneath your skin. “then get to it, katsu…”

the explosive third year gives you one last pinch to your clit and leans back on his thighs ever so slightly to reach for a condom. he quickly rolls it on, tapping his latex covered length against your dripping entrance as he prepares to make you his. you squirm underneath bakugou, fingers reaching up to weave their way into his blonde glossed hair— yanking him closer to you while he finally makes an effort to push into your needy heat.

crimson gaze fluttering down, katsuki looks to where your bodies begin to become joined, your tiny cunt fluttering around the head of his cock as he slides himself inside of you. he feels thick drool pool on his tongue at the very sight, he’s not even half the way in and your gushing pussy is already struggling to take his cock. “would’ya look at that little one,” his words are slurred around the saliva building up in his mouth. you’re so fucking small it’s driving him insane. you follow your boyfriend’s gaze, spasming at how he begins to stretch you out. “seems like your little pussy’s too tight, too small to take your man’s fat cock, huh?”

a strangled whimper sounds in the back of your throat, making katsuki smirk as he taps your cheek with a freehand. he feels a sense of pride lurch in his, how good it feels to be so big that his pretty little princess can’t take him all but he wants a verbal answer from you, wants to hear you struggle just like your glistening heat does.

“yes, ’s too small…” you sigh, chewing on your bottom lip as you meat his eye again—moving to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“should i fuck you open, baby?” you moan lowly at his words, hips bucking up and pussy clenching around his girth involuntarily. “yeah? your greedy little cunt likes the sounda that…” bakugou tries again, leaning over you as he slowly drives his hips forward to push more of his cock into you.

his head drops to your neck, puffs of his breath warm against your skin while he uses all of his willpower to hold back. katsuki knows he’s big, that he can make you feel good because of it too, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he never wants to. when his dribbling length is half plunged inside you, the ash blonde’s fingers drop to your clit once more— soothing the burn of his weighty dick to help you suck in more of him.

your head thrashes in the sheets while he whispers praises against your bruised and bitten flesh. “you can take it baby, i know you can…”

and you do.

the pair of you groan in unison once katsuki is fully sheathed inside of you, twitching at the feeling of your soft velvety walls finally engulfing him. you can feel the leaking head of his cock prodding at your cervix, stimulating you without your boyfriend having to even move and sending shivers down your spine.

“p-please, katsuki…move.” you growl hungrily, pulling him down to smack a wet, passionate kiss against his awaiting lips. although your teeth and tongue clash messily in your liplock, bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice, drawing back his hips from the comfort of your warmth to thrust into you. the pace is slow at first, sensual grinds against each other as he stretches you out, moulding your walls into the shape of his cock.

it’s not until bakugou’s hips reach a certain angle, prodding against your sweet spot that things take a turn. a high pitched squeal dances through the room, mingling with the sound of your lover’s harsh thrusts as he claims your insides over and over. he revels in the way you suck him in and squeeze around him, painting his cock with your sweet nectar and earlier releases. “taking me so fucking well little one,” bakugou spits out through gritted teeth, barely hanging onto his last thread of sanity, the way you look right now, so flustered and messy with arousal almost pushing him over the edge. “look at you taking such a big fat cock in this tiny fucking hole, you love how big i am don’t you?”

you can barely form an answer when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the sheer amount of pleasure, incoherent babbles filling the little space between you both, only urging katsuki on. he already knows how much you love the size difference between you. outside of the bedroom, bakugou uses his height to tease you— putting things on the top shelf to watch you struggle to reach them but inside; he’s absolutely relentless.

he knows you adore the way he uses his larger size to dominate you, stuff your mouth full of his cock or fingers and he adores the way you take him contentedly no matter what.

“mmf— fuck, right there katsuki, feels so good!” you sigh, eyes still closed but your tongue now lolls out of your mouth— creating the perfect lewd picture that your lover will commit to memory. while his large hands sear bruises into your hips he holds still, a free hand comes up to pull down your bottom lip before he spits sweetly into your open mouth. your eyes slowly open to look at him, locking on his ruby stare as you blissfully smile up at him. katsuki swears he almost creams on the spot. “thank you katsu…”

“that’s fuckin’ right princess, thank me for my spit. thank me for making you feel good.” bakugou’s guttural moans dip into low growls, his pace picking up as your iron hot cunt clamps down on him which causes the head of his cock to drag against the spongy spot inside of you— making you see stars and your hips jump to meet the blonde’s erratic thrusts.

hot slick gushes down the your thighs from the sinful way he moves and absused your tightness, evidence of your arousals shining under the moon that slips through his drawn curtains. you can feel his balls slap feverntly against your ass that katsuki spreads apart to plow into you, latex covered length going as far to brush against your womb. each grind, each thrust has your moans rising an octave to the point where your lover has his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you from being too loud.

bakugou sits back on his haunches, pulling you up into his chest with him. you rest weakly in his lap as the explosive boy angles his thrusts upwards and straight into your oozing heat. a broken whimper breaks free from his lips as katsuki catches sight of the slight tummy bulge his fat cock gives you and you see it too, your own whines mingling with his to form a lovers tune.

he knows you’re close by the way you suddenly become tighter and he fucks into you, deeper, harder, faster.

“close katsu, ‘m getting close…” you slur into his shoulder, biting at his skin to keep control of your hazy, lust filled mind. you paint love bites in shades of blues and indigos across the canvas of his shoulders and neck while katsuki uses his pure strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he groans every time your heat welcomes him again, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. your nails dig into his back, forming sweet creasent moons and making him moan loudly. “gimme it little one, gimme your fuckin’ cum, gonna cream on my cock? yeah? oh fuck yeah…”

his lewd words are what push you off the edge, the coil of desire that had been building up inside you finally snapping. your third release of the night gushes all over your lover’s thick girth, which he still pushes into you, helping you ride out your high. black spots paint your vision as you cum, cunt clamping down on bakugou while he chases his own release.

“cum for me bakugou, please…” you breath gently against his skin, pressing small kisses over his sore love bites. “love you so much, please…”

that’s all he needs to hear from you before spilling his seed into the condom with a shout, twitching as he collapses onto the soiled sheets of his bed with you. the pair of you lay together, still locked together  while bakugou calms down from his high in slow grinds, fingers searching for yours to intertwine your tiny hands with his. “love you more dumbass,” he says eventually, smile on his face betraying him against the harsh petname.

you smile at him even as he pulls away to throw away the condom, returning with a wash cloth to clean you both up. “not true, katsuki, i love you most!” you exclaim, tail end of your words falling into a stream of giggles as bakugou presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “with every inch of my body!”

“must not be a lotta love then, y’know, since you’re so fuckin’ tiny.” the blonde hums into your hands  when they reach up to cup his face lovingly.

you huff and pinch his cheek after that, calling him a meanie.

but katsuki bakugou doesn’t care, he’ll always love you, no matter how tiny you are.

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[moongoddessmox]

So, congrats on the 2k! ❤ as for your celebration, my mind went blank trying to think of something so for now I'm requesting a blurb about our boi bucky, honestly don't know about what but know you'll rock it anyway– surprise me 😄

Thank you bb <3

So, this is actually pretty long. I found out that I do not have the ability to write anything under 600 words, so here we are! (I might turn this into a series? Hm)

Plums in Bucharest

Warning: none

Word Count: 1,172

Pairing: Bucharest!Bucky x plus size!Reader

Summary: You run a fruit stand in Bucharest and catch the eye of a mysterious loner named Bucky.

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The air was thick around you and the long-haired man who stood in the doorway. A mixture of sexual tension, pure adoration, and hesitation as you surveyed each other. Bucky’s eyes fluttered from yours for a moment to analyze your form. You held a basket of plums that you grew on the large farm you had inherited from your family–the basket itself was hand woven by you, a skill learned as a child with your grandmother. You were wearing jean shorts that were hiked up enough that the inner fat of your thighs was on full display but left enough to the imagination. An unbuttoned flannel was over the black tank top tucked into them, one that hugged your body and showcased every curve and roll that Bucky loved so much.

He looked back at your eyes, patient and kind, the kind of warmth he was missing in his life. You hadn’t hung out much, well, at all, but you consistently helped him with tasks, offering your help any chance you could. You’d first met him when he came to your stand at the market, buying a few plums and shying away from any lengthy conversation. Something about you caught his eye though, and he came back in two days for more plums. It had become a routine; every two days he’d show up for more fruit and the conversation would get a little longer each time. He would let slip little projects he was working on and things he needed to find to complete them, and when he’d show up you would have what he needed. His eyes would be filled with such disbelief that someone would want to help him.

You had grown to have undeniable feelings for this mysterious man, a man who seemed like he was running from something, unable to settle down and let himself enjoy a moment’s peace. So there you stood, at his door with a basket of plums, waiting for him to invite you inside. Bucky’s jaw clenched, not with anger, but trepidation, unsure and scared of what would follow if he accepted your company. He didn’t want to bring your innocence into his mess of a life but he longed for the comfort and presence of another. Bucky parted his lips, breathing deeply as he thought about his next move–he hadn’t even said hello yet, just looked at you, overwhelmed by your beauty.

“Hi,” was all he could manage and you saw the gears turning in his head, chastising himself over his lack of originality. Nonetheless, you smiled, eyes brightening with warmth at his timidity.

“Hi,” you offered back, relaxing his nerves a bit. “I just wanted to bring you some plums, free of charge. I harvested this really great bunch and they felt too special to sell, and I don’t know anyone who loves plums as much as you, so I thought you would enjoy them.” You were rambling. Nervously rambling as you held bashful eye contact with the large man in front of you until your face became so warm you thought you’d have a heat stroke. You looked down, thumbs gently flicking at the woven pieces of the basket while a smile crept across his face.

“I’d love them, thank you,” Bucky moved to the side to let you into his apartment. It was dingy and small, his mattress was on the ground and he barely had any personal belongings. You looked back up at him with a large grin, extending your hands to give him the basket before entering his place. You leaned against the kitchen island as he placed the basket on the counter before turning his attention back to you.

“So, nice place,” you said with a hint of tease lingering on your words, a sheepish smile on your face. Bucky chuckled, glancing around the small space then looking at his feet.

“Yeah, I didn’t plan on staying here very long,” he trailed off.

“What made you stay?” butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of his answer being you, maybe he thought you were important enough to stay in town, but you quickly stifled the feeling. You barely knew each other when you really thought about it, the passing glances and shy conversation was surely not enough to warrant his stay.

Bucky came around the island and stood in front of you. He wasn’t wearing his usual jacket and hat, you saw them tossed haphazardly over a chair, instead, he was wearing a red long sleeve shirt. One hand was stuffed in his pocket since he opened the door, the other slid across the counter until it was next to your arm. You swallowed hard at the closeness, eyes trailing up his wide chest until they watched his tongue lick over his bottom lip, then to his blue eyes.

“I didn’t expect to meet you,” his eyes sized up your frame again, noting every soft curve, “you’re gorgeous,” his voice was a whisper, almost broken, like he was fighting with himself to say the words. You let out a sharp breath, watching his lips get closer to you as he stepped forward. You reached out a hand and laid it on his left arm, sliding it down to his wrist. Bucky recoiled, remembering the metal that laid under his sleeve. You grabbed him, not letting him get too far away.

“It’s okay, I know,” your voice was soft and reassuring. Bucky’s eyes fluttered with pained awareness, almost watering at the thought. “Your sleeve rode up a little one day, I saw the silver,” he looked down, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping to make you disappear into a dream. He couldn’t handle you knowing about his arm, as much as he wanted you to be real and to love him, he wanted this moment to be part of his subconscious. When he glanced back up to see you standing there, his face twisted in sadness. You placed your other hand on his cheek, bringing his face up to look at you.

“Bucky, I’m still here, aren’t I?” You were. You were there with him, even after seeing the arm, you still came to him and treated him exactly as you had the entire time. Bucky opened his eyes and looked at you, finding no sign of judgement. “I’m sure that’s a story you’ll feel comfortable enough to tell me one day, it doesn’t have to be today, but I’m going to stick around to hear it, okay?” you reassured him.

Bucky pulled his hand from his pocket, metal fingers extending and stretching out from the fist they’d been in. You slid your hand down his wrist until you were woven between his silver fingers. Bucky watched as your thumb rubbed the back of his hand so tenderly, so loving. When he brought his gaze to yours again, you took a chance and pressed your body forward until your chests met and your lips were on his, meshing together in surprise until he hungrily pressed back.

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Hi! Um I was wondering if you could write a Domestic Bakugou where they were doing the do and the kid( I forgot his name wtf-😭) caught them? And then Like the next day at school my boy boy is doing it do other girls in his class- NOT LIKE IN A SEXUAL WAY👴🏽🤏🏽🕶 like when they got caught bakugo would say” I’m just protecting your mom from my villains” or sum shit💀✋🏽 So now he is like trying protect his friends 😭Just wondering😁

Ima crack writer so HERE WE GO!!😎

Do As I Say, Not As I Do

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Crack, smexy times, cursing, domestic

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“S-Slow down Suki!”

Your husband pounded into you at an alarming pace. Katsuki came home from work feeling a little frisky and so when their beloved son, Katsuo, was fast asleep, the couple decided to get it on. It was around four in the morning and you two had been going at it for an hour, already 3 orgasms in.

Your bodies were covered underneath the blanket as Bakugou rammed into you. His large arms held your torso close as your own wrapped around his neck. His aching member slipped in and out of you, head just kissing your cervix, as his heavy balls smacked against the swell of your ass. The sound in the room was terribly loud. The way your skin smacked against one another and your moans created a rough melody of sex. Thankfully, you lived in a rather large home and your son’s room was far, far away. Good thing he was a deep sleeper too.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle it?” Katsuki teased with his hot breath against your neck. At your every cry to go slower (in fear of awakening your son) Katsuki sped up his rhythm.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed. Katsuki rose above you and captured your neck in his hand. He stayed close to you as his free hand went to your hip and brought you close to him while he slammed into you. The fast movements caused the bed frame to bang against the wall as Katsuki moaned into your ear.

“S-Shit baby! Oh fuck, you feel so good. So perfect wrapped around my cock.” He groaned in your ear. The immense pleasure and husky voice had your back arching, giving your husband the chance to wrap his arm under you and flip you both over. You tried to keep the blanket covering you both as you bounced up and down his dick, but failed as the fabric traveled down to only cover your lower ass.

As you bounced, Katsuki continued to thrust up into you. His hands held onto your ass and gave it a smack from time to time. “K-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum! Please! Mm, yes! Don’t stop!”

At the sound of your voice, Katsuki’s hands went straight to your clit and ferociously rubbed at it. His actions had you throwing your head back and your pussy clenching around him. Katsuki noticeably jumped a bit when you began to tighten around his cock.

“Oh baby! God you’re squeezing me so damn tight.” He said as he kissed your chest. “F-Fuck, gonna make me put another brat inside ya. You want that? Wanna be full of my seed? Give me another one, yeah?”

You nodded your head as your eyes filled with tears due to all the pleasure. His grip on your waist grew tighter as your legs began to shake. The sound of skin slapping sped up as you and Bakugou drew closer and closer to your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He screamed as you moaned loudly. You both came at the same time and to silence the both of you, Katsuki pulled you in for a kiss. You both moaned into it as your hips grinded on his dick. His hand squeezed at your ass again before giving it another smack and then soothing the stinging sensation with soft rubs.

You kiss would’ve continued had it not been for a sweet little voice coming from the doorway. “Dad?”

At the sound, Katsuki instantly jumped and flipped you both over again, covering your bodies with the large sheet. He layed atop of you while you looked away from your son. The blanket covered you both, leaving nothing but your heads exposed. “Katsuo! Hi son, what’re you..Uh what’re you doing up?”

“What’re you guys doing?” Your son asked with his doe eyes he inherited from you. Katsuki’s member throbbed from inside you and he grunted at the feeling.

“Umm...I was just- just...protecting Mom from villains!” You gawked at your husband for his idiotic response. Out of everything he could’ve said, he said that?!

“Cool! I wanna help!” Your son said starry eyed but when he took a step to come closer, Katsuki screamed out.

“N-No! Uh- no, it’s okay bud. She’s fine. Okay? Uh..please go back to your room and go back to sleep. Okay? Yes? Please?” Katsuki asked with a hurried voice. Your son only smiled and nodded before running back to his room.

You both visibly became less tensed as the two of you released relieved sighs. You turned your head to your husband who remained inside of you and slanted your eyes at him when he gave you a cheeky smile. “We sure got outta that one, huh?”

“Get the hell off of me Katsuki!” You said, pushing his face away from you. The shove caused Katsuki’s member to slip out of you and you gasped at the loss. Katsuki smirked down at you and you only grunted at him. “Really? Protecting me from villains? that’s the best that you could come up with?!”

“Well what was I supposed to say?!” He screamed.

“Uh, I DONT KNOW! Maybe, ‘Oh, Mommy’s just cold. Oh, we’re not doing anything son. Oh, THIS IS JUST A FUCKING DREAM!!’ I mean, c’mon Katsuki!” You said.

“Would you have rather had me tell him I was stuffing your pretty pussy?” He asked with a smirk. You rewarded him with a smack to his chest and a pointed finger.

“I don’t need your sarcasm.”

Katsuki only backed up a bit to see the wrecked sight of you and noticed the white cream leaking out of you and onto the bed. “Heh, what you need is for daddy to fill you up one more time.”

“Yeah right, your horny ass just wants to cum again.” You said with sass.

“Yeah, guess what? You’re right, so help me satisfy myself. Besides, you got to cum four times while I’m sitting at two,” he said while peppering your face in kisses from above. “At least let me have one more, baby.”

You smirked and this time it was you that flipped each other over. Katsuki sat up while you sat on his groin. “I’ll help you in another way, Daddy.”

You kissed his lips for a few seconds before moving south to go down on him. It has been awhile since you’ve tasted your husband so this should definitely excite him. Katsuki was definitely shocked but couldn’t stop the huge smile growing on his face. He watched you swallow his member and when you hummed with his cock sitting in your throat, he threw his head back.

“Fuck yes Princess.” His hand found way into your hair as he helped you bob your head up and down. Katsuki was in for a long, long morning.

—

Speaking of mornings, Katsuo was going to be having an exciting one. He had a morning play date with Kirishima’s son and the twin Todoroki sisters.

Akio, Kirishima’s son, came by early and so you were happy to see the two boys getting along so well, just like their fathers. With the exception of Katsuo being much more nicer than Katsuki of course. When you opened the door to greet your best friend, Momo, and her two daughters, you assured the girls that they’d have a fun time.

The twins ran in after greeting you and giving you a hug which left you a few minutes to speak to Momo before she left. You walked to the glass door that gave view of the kids in the backyard and noticed how Homura (the twin with red hair) had gone to play with Akio while Yukine (the twin with white hair) had been drawn to Katsuo.

You always noticed the little blush on your son’s face whenever Yukine came around. You thought his little crush on the icy-calm girl was absolutely adorable. “Kids!”

The little 5 year olds turned their heads to see you calling for them.

“Come inside, the movie’s almost on!” Seeing their faces perk up at the sound of the children’s movie, you giggled and motioned for them to come in. They all happily followed you and got comfy on the large couch. You placed a few snacks on the table for them before turning the T.V on. “Alright Katsuo. You’re the oldest and Mommy has some training to do. Daddy’s upstairs working if you need anything but if you’re all set, can I trust you to keep everything steady in here?”

“I promise Mom!” Your young boy joyously said. You gave him a warm smile before pecking his cheek and walking to the master bedroom to change. You walked in to find your husband on his laptop finishing his reports on the bed.

You walked to your dresser and pulled out a bathing suit. This caught your husband’s attention and had him smirking in the corner. “If you put that on, I’m assuming that’s an invitation for me to rail you~”

You giggled at his wording before walking to him and giving him a quick peck. “It’s for training dummy. I’m gonna head downstairs to the pool and workout with my water bending.”

Katsuki still held his smirk as he pushed away his laptop and pulled you into his lap. You were a bit jumpy but nonetheless settled while straddling his lap. “I have another idea for a workout and if you’re wondering, it does involve bending.”

He pulled you in for a few sweet kisses before you hovered your lips above his own to speak. You smiled as you placed your hands on his chest to keep the horn dog at bay. “What is with you recently? First it’s you coming home to fuck me stupid and now it’s getting riled up from me just holding a bikini.”

“Can you blame me? I married the most beautiful woman in the world, so please believe I’m gonna take full advantage of that.” He replied. You chuckled a bit before he pulled you in for more kisses and a little heated make out session. Your tongues came in contact and began tangling as he took you by your ass and had you grind down on him.

“Mm..Suki, stop,” you said with a laugh as you pulled away. “Seriously, there’s kids downstairs and we definitely don’t want a repeat of what happened last night with our own.”

Bakugou just huffed and groaned while slumping in his spot. You knew he wasn’t mad because as you got off of him and walked the the bedroom door, you looked back at him to see him smiling at you with eyes that carried all the love in the world. You smiled back before walking downstairs.

As you walked down the hall, you hummed a little happy tune to yourself. You love your little family so much. Your beloved husband and your precious son meant the world to you. Nothing could ruin your mood. At least, that’s what you thought before a loud smack interrupted your humming. Your head snapped to the sound and you immediately ran to the living room to check up on the kids.

—

“Are you sure you’re doing it right, Katsuo?” Yukine’s sweet voice said.

“Yeah, yeah. I think my Dad went like..this? *SMACK*” Yukine released a little yelp at the hit and that was when you caught sight of everything.

“Uh, guys?” You asked while walking into the scene. “Is everything alright in- AHHHH!”

You walked in to find Homura and Akio in the kitchen putting plates away and your son and Yukine on the couch. What made you scream was the fact that Yukine was straddling your son’s lap and you just witnessed Katsuo smack her behind. You immediately ran to the two and picked Yukine up while putting her on the couch and dragging your son by the ear up to your room while constantly saying “No, no, no, no, no, no, no...”

—

Katsuki was continuing his work after you left but after just a few minutes, you came back in constantly saying “no” as you dragged your son in by his tiny ear.

“No, no, no, no, nope! No! NO!” You said and tugged Katsuo in by the ear and shut the door. “Katsuo? Sweetie? What was that all about?”

“Woah, hey, what’s going on?” Katsuki asked, shutting his laptop and getting up from the bed. “Katsuo what’d you do?”

“Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Mom just came in and started yelling.” Your son said in defense. Your husband looked to you in confusion but you sighed before whispering to him.

“Katsuki, I walked into the living room and Yukine was straddling Katsuo while he grabbed and smacked her ass!” You whisper-yelled. Katsuki’s eyes popped and his head snapped towards his son. On the inside, he wanted to laugh because damn his son was a playaaaaa but unfortunately he had to be a professional parent right now.

Katsuki walked to his son and crouched to his level. “Uh, Katsuo? Why did you smack Yukine? And why was she sitting on you?”

“I was doing what you did.” Katsuo simply said. Katsuki tilted his head in confusion with pointed brows as he pressed for more explanations.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I was protecting Yukine from villains cuz I wanna be a hero, just like you Dad!” Your son said with his adorable smile. “Just like how you were protecting Mom last night!”

Katsuki visibly got choked up at the last sentence and his mouth formed an “o” as he slowly turned to look up at you. He was still crouching as he stared up at your angry form that held eyes of fury and crossed arms. You looked towards your husband with a raised brow and he began to sweat a little with a nervous laugh leaving his mouth.

“Um, okay son. You had good intentions which is great but..you see..uhhhh....Y/N?” Katsuki asked for help as he turned towards you. You sighed and dropped your head as you walked to the two and dropped down to your son’s level.

“Katsuo, the way your dad was..protecting me last night is only for adults. Not for little angels like you. So please don’t do it again, okay?” You said while holding his little hands.

“Am I in trouble Mom?” Your son asked with a small pout.

“Of course not sweetie. Your dad was right, you had good intentions. Just- please don’t do it again my love.” You said with a wavering smile. Katsuo smile and nodded before asking another question.

“Can I do it when I’m older?” He asked with his pure child innocence. You froze up a bit and Katsuki laughed a little bit you turned to him and smacked his arm to get him to shut up.

“Uh- we’ll have that talk later, bud. For now just, please don’t do it. Okay? From now on, do as I say and not as I do.” Katsuki said and Katsuo listened. He nodded his head and you released a relived sigh before standing up and glaring at your husband. You dragged him by his arm to a corner and pointed a finger into his chest.

“The next time some B.S like this happens again, you won’t have to worry about protecting me from villains for a month. Am I clear, Katsuki?” You said with slanted eyes. Your husband had a quivering smile as he looked at you in very slight fear.

“Crystal.” He replied. You walked out the room to go and check on the kids leaving the boys in the room by themselves. Once your were a good distance away, Katsuki walked over to his son and looked down at him. Katsuki looked to each side of the room before looking back at your son and speaking. “Did Yukine make a noise when you hit her?”

Katsuo nodded and Katsuki smiled down at his boy before ruffling his head and pushing him to the bedroom exit. Katsuo understood and opened the door to go back downstairs as he laughed at his father’s rough but loving treatment. As Katsuki watched his son from the bed he couldn’t help but whisper a little. “That’s my boy. So proud.”

“What?” Katsuo asked as he thought he heard his father say something. Katsuki looked everywhere in the room except at the tiny child at the door.

“Huh? What? Hm? Ah, no, no. Nothing. Uh-...go back downstairs.” He said and Katsuo nodded before exiting. Katsuki layed back down on the bed with his arms behind his head as he smiled contently at the ceiling. “*sigh* Yeah, that’s definitely my son.”

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[ibuki-loves-you]

hey !! i rlly liked your drv3 boys with a s/o who acts like mikan, i was wondering if you could do that with the trigger happy havoc boys ? tysm have a good day <3

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: The support I got on the DRV3 with an S/O who is Mikan reincarnated is insane. I have a few more asks with this specific theme. Just, thank you. Thank you so so much! I'm so excited to write them.

You have a good day too, nonnie!

Makoto:

Makoto is so caring

He always tried his best to make sure you were happy

If someone ever insulted or made fun of you, he'd be pretty angry

Specifically Junko, she likes to bug you

"S/O~ Can you show me what a cat looks like?" "A-Alright..." "No! S/O, please don't do that!"

He wants to be around you often

Just to make sure no one is bothering you

And that you haven't fell

Speaking of falling

If you took a fall in front of him he'd be incredibly flustered but quick to help you nonetheless

If it was a...difficult position, he'd cover you as soon as possible with the brightest blush on his face

"I-I'm sorryyyyy!" "Don't apologize, S/O. It was an accident! Accidents happen!"

If you ever thought he was mad at you he'd feel so horrible, even if he did nothing wrong

"I-I'm so s-sorry, M-Makoto! I'll repay y-you! Sh-should I take my clothes o-off?" "S/O, no no no! You did not make me mad at all! And even if you did you would not have to repay me! Never! Also, don't offer to take your clothes off for me when you genuinely don't want to. You should only show your body to those you want, when you want."

Very supportive boyfriend

Mondo:

Your personalities clash but somehow you got together?

He's loud and doesn't give a single fuck about pissing anyone off and you are, well, the opposite

To say he's protective would be an understatement

No one, and I mean no one, could or would fuck with you

The one time Byakuya told you to speak up, Mondo flipped

"Oh for Christ's sake. Will you speak up? No one can understand you when you're mumbling incoherent nonsense." "The fuck you just say to my S/O you pompous piece of shit!?!"

Then he proceeded to break Byakuya's glasses and give him an almost broken nose

Yeah, no one bothered you

If you took a fall in front of him, he will either catch you or help you as soon as you hit the floor

If you fall in a suggestive position, he'd cover you AS SOON AS A VIEW IS GIVEN

No one, and I mean NO ONE, is catching a peak at you trust me

And if someone laughs, oh boy

They have an angry and very violent biker to deal with

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd immediately think it was his fault because of his anger problems

"I-I'm s-sorry! D-Do you w-want me to t-take my clothes off?" "Shit, baby no. Don't be sorry, you did nothin' wrong. I promise, I'm not mad at all. Don't offer to take your clothes off for me unless you want to, not because you wanna please me. That's not how I want this relationship to be, and I doubt you disagree."

Mondo cares so much about you and just wants to protect you through thick and thin <3

Yasuhiro:

Yasuhiro thinks you're adorable

Like you could do no wrong in his eyes

He wants to hug you 24/7

Don't think he won't either

If anyone tried to be mean to you, he'd be so confused and upset

"Why would you say that? They did nothing wrong, so why would you say something so rude for no reason? Uncalled for, man."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd be so late

Like you'd be on the floor and he wouldn't notice until you whimpered or something along those lines

"S/O! How'd you get down there? C'mon, I'll help you, don't worry!"

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd still be so late to responding

But when he does he blushes so much

"W-Why didn't I save myself the trouble and predict this?"

But nonetheless he is quick to pull you to his chest and hide you from the views of anyone else who may have been around

If you ever offered to take your clothes off just to please him, he'd be a little upset

"S/O, I don't want you to do that just because you wanna make me happy. That doesn't make me happy, especially because it doesn't make you happy. Please don't do that. You're body is too beautiful to be shown just for the sake of satisfying someone."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be confused as to if he did something or not

"H-Hiro! I-I didn't m-mean to m-make you m-mad at me! I-I'm s-sorry!" "Hey, look at me S/O. Do I look mad? I don't think I do. I'm not mad at all! Don't apologize for something you didn't do, alright? I love you! Wanna do a reading with me? Maybe it'll cheer you up."

Overall, Yasuhiro's a slow but loving partner. He won't let you down. Except when you fall. Then he does.

Leon:

Another protective one!

Leon is so so so protective

You are his baby, no one is gonna fuck with you

Or else he'll take his bat to their knees

But say an unlucky fellow does try to do such a thing

They're going to be limping around for a bit

"Hey, S/O! A little birdie told me you wouldn't mind giving others a little show. Mind doing so?" "O-Oka-" "No. S/O, don't. As for you, you asshole, I suggest you walk away before I knock your fucking teeth down your throat."

He never stops telling you about how you should only show your body to those you want to show

He hates that you'd offer just to make someone happy

"Baby, don't do that. It's gonna make you upset in the long run. You're body is way to beautiful and perfect to be shown to others freely. Only show it to people you want to show. Promise me you'll do that?"

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd help you up as soon as he sees. Which is pretty quick

He'd immediately grab your hands and tell you that it's okay

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd be as red as his hair, but he'd still race to cover you up and make sure you're okay

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be angry with himself for making you think that

"A-Ah! I-I'm s-sorry I-I made y-you angry! I-" "You know I hate interrupting you, but I just want you to know you don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong! Not a thing! I don't want you to think for a second you made me mad because you didn't. I don't think I can get mad at you, if we're being completely honest."

Leon wants you to know that you are absolutely beautiful and no matter what you will always have him by your side

Chihiro:

Chihiro is shy too, so he completely understands

He's seen first-hand what shy people go through, so he gets pretty worried when it comes to you

If anyone ever tried to mess with you, he'd step in immediately, even if it ended up with him getting picked on. As long as it wasn't on you

"S/O, stop pissing me off, will you? You're really getting on my nerves." "S/O didn't do anything to you. I d-don't even think they know you. S-So please leave them alone."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he would try to catch you but end up falling with you

As embarrassed as you two were, you still found it a little funny

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd be beat red but would cover you up as soon as possible

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd be so upset

"N-No, S/O! You don't have to do that! I d-don't want you to offer to do that just because you want to please me. I w-want you for your personality! Your body isn't what I fell in love with!"

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd cry on the spot

"I-I'm so so s-sorry, Chihiro! I'll do w-whatever I can t-to make it up to y-you!" "S-S/O, y-you don't have to! Please, I promise I'm not m-mad! See? I'm not m-mad. Please don't ever think I-I am. I love you t-too much to get mad at you."

This boy loves you so much and just wants you to be as happy as possible

Kiyotaka:

Taka tries his absolute best to stop your people-pleasing ways

He believes it will hurt you in the long run, and he is right

Most things you do often result in you being extremely uncomfortable and sad

Taka doesn't want to see that! Taka wants to see you happy!

If someone ever insulted you, Atua help them

They will get detention for eternity

"Hey! S/O! You're really getting on my nerves!" "Ahh! I-I'm sorry! W-What should I do to repay y-you?" "S/O, that isn't necessary! You owe them nothing! If anything, they owe you an apology! So, apologize, right now! And you have detention for the month!"

Yeah, no one bothered you after that because no one wants detention

If you took a fall in front of him, Taka is probably the quickest to react

If he doesn't catch you, he is once again quick and immediately picks you back up

And if it's suggestive position you end up in, he will be redder than his eyes but still help as soon as possible

Taka might be the one that hates the fact you offer to show your body as compensation for potentially making someone angry the most

"S/O! Please don't do that! It is wrong for you to expose yourself like that just to please someone! You don't need to please anyone but yourself! So don't offer to show yourself unless you are positive that you want to!"

If you ever thought Taka was mad at you, he might cry

His voice would go down, a lot

"...I'm not mad...I promise. I would never get mad at you. I need you to know that. Please, don't offer to please me or repay me in some way. It...makes me sad. I love you."

Overall, Taka will always keep you safe. No matter what.

Byakuya:

Byakuya probably got annoyed with you at first

But as time progressed he slowly grew more attached

A protective instinct he never knew he had kicked into full gear

If someone Toko ever made fun of you, oh boy

He'd blast

"H-Hey, whore! I think y-you should r-really d-dress a little nic-" "I'm going to stop you right there. Don't utter another word. Someone as pathetic as yourself shouldn't bother insulting others. Maybe work on your own image before you try to 'correct' others."

If you ever fell in front of him, he'd probably scoff and offer his hand

He'd never admit it, but he worries every time you take a fall. So he always makes sure to ask if you're okay

If you fell in a suggestive position, he loses his composure for a moment and goes bright red

Once he snaps out of his little daze, he quickly takes your hands and pulls you to your feet

He covers you up immediately after you stand

One time, Toko was getting on Byakuya's nerves again and it was obvious he was over her bullshit

Because of this, you offered to take your clothes off to please him

To say he was upset would be an understatement

"How do you suggest such a thing so casually? Just because I'm in a foul mood does not mean I want you to remove your clothes just for my own personal pleasure. That's ridiculous. Don't offer yourself to me unless you want to. Put yourself before others."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, oh boy

For once, he'd completely lose his shit

"What on Earth made you think I was mad at you!? I don't understand, I just- no." Byakuya paused to take a breather. "No, I'm not mad. Not one bit. Just...just no. I know I don't say it much but I truly love you too much to be angry with you. I swear, I am not mad at you."

Togami doesn't mean to sound harsh, but he does get worried about you and your safety

He loves you too much to let anything happen to you

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The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 3

If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Hyrule:

- It confusing and full of yearning.

- The Fae Folk are very affectionate in nature. Physical touches and platonic kisses are just normal. Hyrule growing up briefly with them had adopted this habit.

- You are like that as well so you’re the one to take care of Hyrule when he wanted affection. Since other then Legend, it’s awkward to ask the others.

- He finds however while he still asks/gives you affection. He gets more flustered and embarrassed when you initiated contact.

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Admittedly Hyrule never had a clear understanding of Hylian social norms. Some things were easy to pick up when he was just traveling by himself. However, there was a lot that conflicted with Fae social norms. While yes, the Fae were more mischievous and could be borderline malicious, they are very affectionate creatures. Which was the one of many things Hyrule picked up when he was being raised by the Great Fairy.

Before you join the chain, he had to hold himself back from being overly affectionate with the group. Yes, when he had chances, he would give a quick side hug or ruffling of the hair for the younger Link’s. But nothing on the level of cuddles or small peaks on the cheek and forehead. You though! You were the one to lay the affection on everyone thick. Most if not every Hero has melted from all the complements and physical affection.

Hyrule was living his best life now with you! Cuddles are a must for the two of you. Especially when one another has been having a rough day. You’ve also gotten the others involved with this newly formed ritual. He just over all feeling comfortable and loved.

Which then leads to Hyrule’s issue. Slowly he began to feel embarrassed with every peak after he heals you. Then his heart begins to race when he is cuddled up resting his head against your chest. Even holding your hands became hard for him to stand! It felt so warm but also made him fearful. He was scared of losing you. Losing this warmth. This comfort. He wanted to keep it but scared that this feeling was to good for him.

“-and that’s what happen so far.” He was visiting the Great Fairy Cotera of Wild’s Era. He had visited her each time they visited Kakariko. Cotera gently hummed messing with his hair. “What should I do?” He looks up to the giantess worriedly. His small sisters surround him ether sitting on top of him or by his side.

Their mother hummed as she thought about his problem. “My dear sweet child.” She started after a long pause “this human… do you feel different compared to your other friends? Or with your siblings in the forest?”

Hyrule thought about it after a while shook his head. “No… I did used to feel embarrassed with the others but it was different. This is more… warm?”

“Warm?” She urges him gently to continue. “Do you hate it?”

“No…” he sounded like a child, fidgeting in his seat “I hate how anxious it makes me now.” You meant a lot to him. Hyrule knew you meant a lot to everyone too, but that normal! You’ve helped them all in some sort of way! Yet he was deep in that unidentifiable emotion towards you. He adores you. All of you. Even during your more impulsive actions he didn’t mind having to heal you. Of course, he would truly rather not heal anyone with his magic. Yet… with you giving his payment in kisses on the cheek or forehead… he can’t stay mad at you.

“Chin up little one.” Cotera lifted up his head “your feelings are valid and has a simple explanation.” Hyrule pouted slightly making her giggle a bit tapping lightly on his nose. “You my dear seem to love your sweet human.”

It was like a lanterned was just lit in a dark cave he was wandering in. Finally revealing a path out. Everything thing slowly explaining itself. “Oh…” was all he could say as he was comprehending it. His sisters were giggling at their brother’s expense causing him to blush. It all made to much sense.

“Roolie! Are you nearby?” He and the Great Fairy both perk up when they heard your voice. He stared up at the Great Fairy expectingly.

“Well?” Cotera nudged him off of the petals of her fountain. “What are you waiting for little one?”

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- Well, that was embarrassing and he knows once he starts perusing you. The more his siblings of the forest will start to tease him. Not only that but the chain also catches on pretty quickly.

- He becomes a blushing and stuttering mess around you, not pulling away from your touch but leaning more into him.

- It will be a miracle if he confesses but he will! And he will do it in a more intimate manner though, with or without help.

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Four:

- It took long to accept but filled with soft cotton fluff.

- Isn’t canon in the manga that the colors (minus Vio) straight up try to impress a girl they just met?

- Now I’m not saying he is like that now a days, but old habits die hard right. He probably doesn’t even recognize that he still does it.

- Honest to God the resident brain cell is the only one that new point blank what was happening. Having a “not again” moment.

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It’s been a while since Four was back in his forage. He missed every second of it. The smithing process was the one hobby each color had in common. As Link they found it relaxing, something to get their mind off of things.

That morning was no different. Traveling on the road was stressful even for a seasoned adventurer. Traveling alone was boring which was the upside according to Red. It relieved them of responsibility Green was used to taking upon himself to carry. Blue was at least a lot calmer with having to be on alert all the time. Vio had pointed out this was mainly because of You.

The chaos came back full force. The same argument has been happening recently, it was about his feelings towards you. Now they all liked you as a friend. Four knew that for a fact. He was only six when he felt your presence and this situation, he was in was as if an imaginary friend became real! At least that’s what Red felt.

No matter if they were unified or separated, Four could trust you to help him out of even the messiest situations. So, what if some of those situations were caused by him trying to impress you? That doesn’t mean anything!

Just because Blue became a stuttering mess when you surprised Four with a flower crown just meant he was taken aback at your kindness! He isn’t good at showing his emotions. Yeah, so what about Green becoming a soft mess when you first showered him in praise and affection. Wouldn’t any person do that from someone that been through hell and back with them? It doesn’t count that Red craves your affection! He is like that with everybody and just because it makes him feel different it doesn’t count. Someone saves Vio from this.

Four was conflicted which is why he was working so early in the morning. They wouldn’t shut up about their own feelings. It was a chaotic mess inside his head as soon as he woke up. A weight on his back clued him back into reality “Good morning!” You while looking down at him smiling still holding on lazily. “How is the most beautiful person here doing?”

Ah. There goes most of composure out the window. Vio was the last one standing with Green and Blue almost hanging on. You loved to tease him and he was never able to get you back. “Don’t know how are you?” Four was really struggling to keep unified and calm. He was shaking because of the other three’s nerves. You stared at him wide eyed.

“Jeez look at you!” You give him a squeeze before finally let go of him “you’ve grown! If only you were that smooth towards Erune.” You teased.

The blush he was so desperately trying to beat down started to flare up this time out embarrassment. “Can we not talk about that?” Four could only cringe when he thought back at that bit in his adventure. Him and Erune have been close friends since then, but the colors were really trying to play the hero in front of the poor girl back then. Their antics truly were really not impressing anyone.

Green was really happy he grew out of it. Seriously it‘s not like Blue really cared about it anyway he was just a kid! Red was just happy that he got a long-term friend out of it! The audacity the others had was killing Vio. They are still just as bad and it seems like no one was listening to reason.

An explosion of emotions and thoughts collided in Four’s skull. Three denying their logical side’s claim all while getting thrown every instant in their faces by the odd one out. “Whatcha making anyway?” You were observing the short knife blade curiosity not seeing the other’s internal debate. Vio felt like he had to spell it out to each of them. Pulling up memories of their actions towards the outlander. Four struggled to focus on what you were saying but it was too loud!

“Woah there.” You turn him away from his project letting it sit safely on a cooler section of the work top. “Breath Link.” You where kneeling down in-front of him holding his hand. He focused on your warmth. The way you rubbed small circles on the back of his hand. On your voice that instructed him to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, let out for eight. Repeat. Slowly the divide melded back together. Soon the voices faded out. “There we go.” You whispered “good job Link.” Four stared back at you still tired from everything but nonetheless happy that your here with him.

Man, he loved you so much.

Wait-

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- It was definitely an I told you so moment.

- Four as a whole though is still struggling to come to terms with it, even though he had already admitted his feelings.

- Another case of: drown him in affection until he realized. Not because of him not believing you! It’s just you have four people in a trench coat here! If one is conflicted then four as a whole will feel that subtly.

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Bonus (just Headcanons):

Wind (finding out that a Link has a crush on you)

- The little gremlin is going to have a field day! He was thinking about messing around but the other hero is doing his work for him!

- The only one saved from this Black Mail harvest is you. He does have a few things but you mostly let him off the hook when he gets in trouble anyway sooooo…

- Not the best wing man but he honestly isn’t trying. He is just enjoying the journey.

- He might be tempted to help if he was asked but there isn’t much he could do. You are his right hand after all! Why would he let your secrets go so easily?

- Imagine Wind just vibes with you when the other Link is trying their best and you literally ask if the other hero was ok since they are acting weird around you. It would take Wind a minute to get an answer because all he is thinking is: ‘are you dense?’

- Or on the flip side. If you know about their feelings. He would definitely be on board of helping you out. Again, you’re his right hand! Of course, he’ll help you! (Favoritism)

- Wind: “Don't worry. He likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read their diary.” (Y/n): “He thinks it's fancy?”

(Part 1) and (Part 2)

My First Request is now done :D! That was fun. Thank you Pinky and Star for the request <3

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