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you to love | lowkey drabble

you to love // drabble four

↘︎ ft. the lowkey!couple

summary: jungkook misses you while you're away and feels the need to show you when you return.

words: 2.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, phone sex ouwee 🤪 - mutual masturbation, kissing, slight marking, unprotected sex, praising, quickly edited so pls excuse any mistakes!!

a/n: i whipped this up a year or so ago, but never got around to sharing it! enjoy 💞

Jungkook lays on his bed, propping up a leg on the bed while his hand rests behind his head. He smiles to himself as he scrolls through your text thread mindlessly, remembering the events that transpired the other night. 

⇥ F L A S H B A C K

The room is dark, space feels empty, bed feels cold. Jungkook sighs as he closes his eyes, phone resting against his wall while he watches you rustle through the sheets to get yourself settled in bed.

"Hm, that's better." You let out a content breath, letting the sheets wrap you tightly as you adjust to the hotel bed.

"You okay, peanut?" He turns to fully face you, head now propped up on the palm of his hand. 

"Just cold. The bed is so.. big and so.. cold." You run your hand around the empty space. "I wish you were here."

"I know, I do too. But you'll be back before the weekend ends. You've had a lot of fun with your mom and aunt so far, right?"

"I am having fun." You chuckled, agreeing with him. "It's been a lot of fun going around town and staying by the beach. Who knew a gem like this was only two hours away?"

"Wanna take me on a date there?" You giggle and nod.

"Sure."

"Cool, it's a date then." 

"I really do miss you, though. I can't wait to see you."

"It hasn't been long, princess."

"Why can't you just say you miss me, too?" You pout.

"You know I miss you." He says softly, a small smile creeping up on the corner of his lips. "I miss you all the time, it's kinda embarrassing to admit."

"No it's not. Stop it." You stare at him for awhile, admiring his beautiful skin, his jawline, his lips, his eyes— the way he's shirtless, the way the sheets drape his waist loosely.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I dunno. You're nice to look at?" You laugh a bit. "Just feel lucky to have you." You smile at him softly, making him smile that cute little bunny smile of his. 

"I feel the same, pretty." 

"I wish you could be here to hold me."

"I'd like that." He smirks a bit, eyes wide and full of curiosity. He watches as you bite your bottom lip, grabbing the phone to give him a new angle to look at. Either way, he always thought you were the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on. That had never changed, would never change for him. The moonlight bounces off your skin so flawlessly that yeah, he really fucking wishes he was next to you doing what you wanted him to— whether that was cuddling you, or doing other things. He wanted to give everything to you, the world to you.

"You know what else I'd like?" He's come to learn you had another side to you, one that he's steadily trying to keep up with. Although he was still learning, he loved that he could learn everything from you without feeling scared or shy about it. You were never one to judge him, never one to rush him into things. You always eased him into new territories in your relationship. When he says he truly feels lucky to have you, he means that with every fiber of his being.

He had you to love, and that itself, was the best thing he could ever ask for.

"Hm?" He hums, watchful eyes following your hands. He watches as you sit up a bit, his white tee loosely hanging over your body but he could still make out your shape, can make out the fact that you aren't wearing a bra— which of course you wouldn't be, you're going to sleep, you never wear a goddamn bra to sleep. He can see your nipples poking through, phone propped up against something so that only your lips and everything else from below are in view. "P-peanut, what are you doing?" He clears his throat a bit, boxers already suffocating the hell out of his dick when he sees your hand traveling down to your lace thong. You raise it enough for him to see your fingers slowly trailing down towards your clit.

"Showing you what else I wish you could do."

"Aren't your mom and aunt around?" He freaks out a bit because he's not sure how to handle this? Like, phone sex? Was this real? "Are we really going to do this right now?!" He had so many question marks and exclamation points going off in his head, but who was he to even turn this shit down?

"I'm in my own room, Kook. Relax." You let out a small, breathy moan before biting onto your bottom lip again. He watches you touch yourself through Facetime, dick incredibly [and painfully] rock hard as he watches you give off small twitches from time to time, back slightly arching at the pleasure spreading throughout your entire body. "Wish you could touch me like this right now."

"Feels good?" He asks, licking his dry lips as he continues to watch. This— this probably tops everything he has ever seen and watched [forgive him]. 

"Mmmyeah—" You moan. "Touch yourself for me, babe. I don't wanna do this alone if I can't have you here."

"Y-you sure?"

"About you? More than anything." He lets out a breath, adjusting his phone so that you could see him play along. He feels a little weird, honestly. Guilty in a sense. But, this was a little bit more different for him— you were his girl, his peanut, his princess. He never wanted to do you wrong. He never wanted to make it seem like you were just an object, something to get off to. Because no, you weren't. You were more than that. He adored you in so many ways you probably didn't even know.

"P-princess." He grips onto his member underneath his boxers, still hesitant about pulling it out in full view. What if they heard you two? "Your mom and—"

"No, they can't. My door is locked, they're both asleep on the other side of the suite. Kook, please." You almost whine, and he can hear how wet you're getting through FaceTime alone. He nods, shoving his boxers down just enough for his length to spring free and get some air. "God, I want you so bad."

"Want you too, pretty." He responds shakily, pleasure quickly surging through his veins as he strokes himself and watches you. "Fuck, you look so hot in my shirt." He lets out a small moan, continuing to watch as you pinch your own nipple and grind into your hand. 

"I'm so wet."

"Wish I could feel you." He responds, picking up his pace to keep up with you. Your soft moans through the phone are driving him insane, he almost wants to hop in his car and ruin this girls weekend just so he could be inside of you. But he won't— he'll be good, to an extent. This will do until he sees you. "Wish I could touch you."

"Jungkook." You moan his name, imagining his large, veiny hands caressing your body. 

"Wish I could taste you, too." He was never one to be super open during these times, and you never forced him to be on a certain level if he wasn't comfortable. Yet, he always found his own little way to match you and turn you on like no other. He hums prettily as a follow-up response, letting out another moan himself. 

"I'm gonna cum soon. Are you close?" He nods.

"Yeah, princess." His tip is coated with pre-cum, glistening under the light. He imagines running it through your pussy lips and staying there before he edges himself into you little by little. He hears your breathing hitching, pussy making those slip and slide noises he loves to hear. He hears you pant a bit, watches your chest rise and fall repeatedly while you whimper. Your back arches as your fingers rub endlessly at your clit, making it incredibly hard for Jungkook to hang on until he sees you reach your peak. And it doesn't take long— you reach it rather quickly after this point because he sees your body twitch, followed by repeated curses and pants. He could almost see your pretty pussy pulsating from here.

"Oh fuck, fuck! Oh my god— Kook." You moan a bit loudly, but it still isn't enough to wake up a household. Jungkook continues to pump himself a bit more, watching as you slip your glistening fingers from underneath your thong and into your mouth— that being the exact thing that makes him explode.

God, you were so fucking hot.

"Oh shit—fuck—" He pants and groans, white cum spurting out and landing onto his stomach and abdomen. "Princess, holy shit—" He says, while it's your turn to watch his chest rise and fall, Jungkook adjusting himself in his position as he tries to bring himself back down from his high.

"You're hot." You say with a giggle.

"Says you." He chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Shit." He says, grabbing a tissue from his nightstand to clean himself up. "Gross."

"Yeah right." You snort.

"Would rather let this out inside you, you know?" He says nonchalantly as he cleans himself up, making you laugh.

"You're funny."

"Yeah, I mean, how else did I get lucky with you?" You shake your head and smile, adjusting the phone so that your boyfriend could look at your face. You yawn as you settle back into the sheets, the quick session enough to tire you out for the night. "Sleepy?" He catches your yawn.

"Tired now, yeah." He chuckles.

"Go to sleep, peanut. I'll be here." He smiles as he watches you close your eyes, snuggling deeply into the sheets. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You respond sleepily. Jungkook begins to sing softly, knowing it's something you enjoy before drifting off, pulling his nintendo switch towards him so he could play until he felt himself getting tired.

⇥ E N D F L A S H B A C K

He couldn't wait to see you, and honestly, he had been counting down the hours before you would finally text him and tell him you were home. He remembers how pretty you looked touching yourself, how gorgeous you were in nothing but his white tee and that lace thong—

"Woah, what the fuck dude?" Jungkook is startled out of his thoughts when Jimin swings the door open and stands there. He doesn't say anything besides smile shyly, making Jungkook raise his brow while sitting up. "Are you broken?" Jimin chuckles a bit before taking a step further into his room with a big [mischievous] smile.

"Why won't you play another round of Red Dead online with us?"

"Because I'm busy." Kook responds, still laying back on his bed while Jimin eyes him.

"Clearly." He jumps onto his bed and attempts to pinch Kook's nipple. 

"I'll drop kick your ass if you do it." Jimin laughs.

"Just one more mission with the boys." 

"We just finished so many missions an hour ago. We got so much shit done, you can't tell me otherwise."

"One. More." Jimin says at a faint whisper, one finger up in the air as he dramatically pretends to be dying while he waits for Jungkook's approval. Suddenly, Kook's phone vibrates next to him, making the two shoot their eyes over at the device. He picks up his phone, eyes glowing when he sees the beloved, long awaited text come through on his lockscreen:

[peanut] 6:47pm: i'm home, babe! sorry it took me so long, we had dinner before they dropped me off. i have some food for you!

"And I'm off!" Jungkook says, springing off of his bed to grab his keys and wallet.

"Welp, mission aborted." Jimin says, following Jungkook out of the room. "Tell Peanut I said hi."

"Me too!" Hoseok yells from the couch.

"Me three!" Taehyung says, gobbling up his sandwich at the kitchen counter.

"And when the hell did you even get here?" Jungkook points at him as he heads out the door. He loved his friends, everyone knows this. They were his boys, his solid day-ones even though he treated them poorly at one point. They never gave up on him. And don't get him wrong, he loves spending time with them. But a whole weekend away from you felt like eternity, and he couldn't wait to get to you.

Just wanting to hold you, touch you, feel you.

You had offered to drive to his place, but Jungkook insisted on coming by— mainly so he could have you to himself without any other distractions. He could use the private time with you, even if that meant kissing you until the clock hits midnight;

Even if that meant rounds of whispering sweet nothings against your skin while he showed you just how much he missed you.

Even if that meant simply holding you in his arms and singing you to sleep.

Luckily for Jungkook, he gets to do all of the above.

“Kook!” You excitedly say when Jungkook walks through the door. Just as you wrap your arms around his neck, Jungkook pulls you into a deep kiss— carrying you and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeal into the kiss, feeling Jungkook’s large hands grip your ass and press you flush against him. “Kook, what’s gotten into you?” You giggle when he pulls away and smirks, gently placing you at the edge of your bed.

“Just missed you.” He says, helping shed off your clothes rather quickly. “Missed you so much, peanut.”

“Did you now?” You tease just before he locks his lips with yours for another deep kiss.

“Always. Think it’s my turn to show you just how much I missed you. If that’s alright with you?”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” You respond with a sweet smile. He continues to kiss you, tongues fighting for dominance while he sheds off his own clothes in between. He wastes no time lining himself up at your entrance while he keeps you steady on the edge of the bed and he inches himself in— easily gliding inside of you with the help of your slickness coating him. The sight itself makes Jungkook let out a breathy moan, shutting his eyes to keep himself together.

Though, it’s easy to remember the call and just how goddamn beautiful you looked through the phone screen; touching yourself, feeling yourself, imagining Jungkook doing the things he’s about to do to you right at this moment.

Jungkook lowers his body enough so that you feel his warmth against yours, hand tangled in your hair as he whispers how pretty you are against your neck— gently nipping and sucking at the surface in between praises. He quickens his pace when he hears your moans get a little louder, grip on his biceps a little stronger. His movements are getting sloppier, especially when he feels your walls squeeze him; signaling that you’re only moments away from reaching your peak.

“Jungkook—” You pant, hips matching his movements to feel more friction, to feel more of him. “Close, babe. Close—” You respond in between pants, not able to concentrate on your thoughts as you feel yourself spiraling.

“That’s it, pretty.” He coos, hitting all your spots deeply. It takes a few more thrusts before you finally unravel and writhe underneath him— face contorting in pleasure, a silent moan leaving your lips. “Fuck. You’re so good to me.” Jungkook says, letting himself go. His head falls to your shoulder as he paints your walls, letting out small groans against your skin. You let out a few more whimpers, sensitive from the orgasm that rippled through your body seconds ago. “So perfect.” He murmurs as he raises his head and looks at you. He brushes the hair out of your face, planting sweet kisses on your forehead. Nose. Lips. “Really missed you, peanut.”

“Missed you too, Kook.” You smile, giving him one last peck on the lips before he pushes himself off and begins to clean you up.

Once you’ve both gotten cleaned and freshened up, Jungkook helps himself to some of the food you brought home for him, while you lay in bed binging one of your favorite dramas. You feel the exhaustion from the trip hit you even though it isn’t too late in the evening yet, your body hoping to catch up on some sleep and make up for all the adventures you’ve done with your mom and aunt. Jungkook can tell, too. He knows you’re tired, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. He slips in next to you and throws on a show to watch, knowing he’ll be up for a few more hours before he finds himself feeling sleepy. He pulls you close and lets you snuggle against him— finally ending the night with you in his arms while he sings you to sleep.

He smiles when he hears your soft snores, brushing your hair as he continues to hum softly.

He had you to love, and that itself, was the best thing he could ever ask for.

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[elsfairy]

sitting on Abby's strap while she reads, that's it

oh, so true

This wasn’t how you had planned the night to go. In fact, you had planned it so much differently in your head. It first started with you making something you know your girlfriend liked to eat, and you know she would appreciate your hard work on something that has taken you countless few tries to make and get it right. She’s worked hard the past week, of course, you would make her dinner. Then you planned to make the entire night about her, maybe watch a movie she loves, or braid her hair the way you know she likes it, or better yet, run her a bath, and give her the best massage she’s ever had. But it always changes when she finally gets home. Her hair always loose in her braid, the wispy strands stuck to her sweaty forehead, her clothes looking even tighter than usual on her body and you simply can’t stop drooling because she’s so effortlessly beautiful that you don’t ever have time to think until you’re following her around the second she walks through the doors like a lost puppy. Helping her take off her jacket, throwing her bag god knows where, and kicking her shoes under the shoe rack while she’s oblivious to your sudden hunger for her. 

Dinner was fine, she praised and praised that you always make the best meals for her until your cheeks started hurting from the smiling and obvious shyness to her words. As usual, though, she was quick to disappear into the bedroom for her shower, while you, the goddamn brat you are couldn’t handle her being so far away when you hadn’t seen her all day, so you followed. Like you always do. Even if she did need 5 minutes alone after a hard day at work. Maybe that’s why she was so adamant to make you listen.

It was indeed not the night you had planned. You did want her to take a nice relaxing bath, you did want to watch a movie with her and you did want to make the rest of the entire evening about her and what she wanted to do but the second she walked out that bathroom, droplets of water running down her body, hair sticking to her face, you simply couldn’t fucking do it.

She could always see through your little facade.

And that’s how you somehow ended up in her lap, strap so deep in your cunt, and your soft little moans filling the silence of your bedroom. To make it even worse? She wasn’t even paying attention to you. You’re literally cockwarming her strap, hips trying their best to move, and it’s failing miserably because she has one hand gripping your hips, holding you down and the other holding her book. Seriously? you’re a whimpering mess above her, and she’s caring more about that stupid fucking book than you? Her girlfriend? “What’s the matter, baby?” her voice stoic, eyes flicking over the words on the page slowly, lips quirked up just slightly at the whines you’re letting out. “I told you to give me 5 minutes after my shower, but being the brat you are, couldn’t wait for me to get myself together could you?”

Your bratty whine in response was an answer in itself.

“So while i read the last few pages of my book, you’re gonna sit there, make it nice and wet for me and maybe, just maybe i will give you what you want. hm?”

“No— need you now”

“Brats don’t get what they want. be a good girl— my good girl. just sit there and look pretty until I’m done”

#ᥫ᭡ anon #i lowkey hate this? i tried #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson drabble

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

lowkey..just lowkey.. thinkin about waking up one day and seeing dragon! bakugou in your house…accompanied by a giant hole in your wall.

you’re so confused you can barely process it. there’s a handsome man passed out on your floor and from what you can see (which is basically everything since his shirt is torn to shreds) he looks injured. you also live on the third floor so you have no idea how he landed here, but you think the huge sprawled out wings on his back, his tail and those huge reddish horns that scream “ i’m a mythical being !!” might be the reason.

but there is one thing you’re able to think about and that’s how much money will it cost to fix your damn wall??

you call off work. you call it a family emergency because you don’t think “a shirtless man i think might be a demon just blasted through my wall and he looks injured” is gonna fly over well with your boss.

he seems to be able to heal himself because his wounds look better than when you first laid eyes on him and you can see that his skin looks like it’s restitching itself almost, you decide to help him out a bit and at least dress his wounds up the best you can with the little you know about doctor..stuff.

when he comes to though, he acts like you’re the one who knocked him out. he’s snarling and scowling at you, sharp teeth on display while he growls at you from the comfort of your fucking couch. he spits out all types of curses at you, you’re shocked because they come out so naturally. you’d honestly expected him to speak like some type of caveman and for a second you think this is just a very rude man in very convincing cosplay.

he keeps insulting you and he’s a little too good at it, so much so that it actually hurts your feelings a little. he keeps yapping about how if you didn’t let him out this instant he’ll have you grilled and barbecued or how he’d make quick work of you and have you sold to some merchants for a good amount of gold, since you “look like you’re not worth that much.” you’re a little pissed now. you scowl at him and you feel silly for calling off work and not pushing this huge asshole out of your flat and leaving whatever knocked him out to deal with him.

“you’re the one who blasted a hole in my wall, you jerk ! i say i’m the one who should have you sold if you can’t reimburse me for this, asshole ! and if you wanna walk out without a shirt on and get arrested like a creep, the door’s right there.” you don’t care to see him, because you would’ve seen how his eyes widened to the size of saucers at your retorts. you’ve never been more irritated in your entire life when you stalk to your room to get some much needed rest and to fight off the headache you can already feel slamming against your skull. “even demon men are insufferable.” you mutter bitterly before slamming the door.

you somehow managed to fall back asleep because when you open your eyes again it’s about 10 am. you’re frantic for a moment because you think this was somehow just a very vivid dream and you’re so late for work now. you slam your door open wide eyed and your wall is intact.

shit, your boss was gonna let you have it—

you catch something from the corner of your eye. the insufferable demon man is staring..glaring(?) at you but it’s not as intense as earlier,though. and he’s very much still seated on your couch.

“m-my wall..” you trail off. he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at you “i fixed it” he gruffs out.

you like how his voice sounds when he isn’t screaming and threatening you, you immediately scold yourself for thinking like that. he stares and keeps staring at you and you can’t decipher what he’s thinking

“oh..” you gasp “thank you.” he clicks his tongue again and looks away from you. just as much of an ass, but you guessed he felt a little bad about your wall, enough to fix it..somehow. you won’t ask for details.

you can’t will yourself to move past your doorframe so you decide to lean on it a little bit, rubbing your fuzzy socked foot against your calf, you catch him staring at the sudden movement before he looks back up at you. “so are you…a demon or something?” he scoffs for what feels like the umpteenth time today “don’t insult me, human.” he snarls then his face relaxes just slightly “m’ a dragon.” he grumbles.

“oh, wow” the little amount of fantasy manga you’ve read could never have prepared you for this.

you thank him for fixing your wall and he glares at you like he’s mad about it. but then he says he owes it to you for healing him. pointing towards his bandage covered chest. you feel your cheeks burn a little and you’re waving him off, telling him it’s no big deal and somehow his brows furrow even harder. “..so ? what do you want from me?” he growls when you tilt your head at him in confusion “don’t play dumb with me, filthy human ! what do you want in exchange for saving me ?”

“ohh…” you moan. then you shrug “i mean, you already fixed my wall, so i don’t really need anything from you, unless you can make my boss give me a promotion.” you giggle at your own joke and you wave him off again when he looks at you questioningly “nevermind.” you giggle.

he ignores you “you don’t want anything..nothing ?” he speaks apprehensively like he expects you to trick him, you shake your head. he looks bothered by it. he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow in frustration then he growls.

you think maybe, maybe, he’s the type to feel bad whenever they feel like they can’t repay some type of service. you hadn’t noticed he was apparently on death’s door when you bandaged him up before and it makes you sweat drop a little bit, you try your best to shake it off. he stands up to leave, but he glances at you and suddenly his feet have stopped moving like he’s stuck there and he stares. he doesn’t even look mad like you’ve gotten used to him being for the short amount of time you’ve known him, he just looks confused. he stares at you and you stare at him and for a reason that you cannot understand you don’t want him to leave.

“ um !” you shrink into yourself, embarrassed from his gaze and the fact you were suddenly so loud. “well..you can’t exactly go out like this, it’ll be bad for you i think..it might attract attention to see a wounded shirtless guy walking around, people might take you for..i dunno—” you stumble “a crazy, dangerous person ! yeah, and if that happens they might take you away..so..that’d be bad for you, right ?” you hope he doesn’t realize how much you’re bullshitting around for an excuse but he almost seems to humor you when he crosses his arms across his toned chest.

“what do you suggest i do then, human ?” he growls lowly. he stalks towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact. you will yourself to stay with your feet planted firmly to the ground and head held up somewhat high as you stare up at him, damn he’s tall.

“ you stay here until you’re fully healed, if you wanna make it up to me. it would honestly save me so much trouble” it’s the truth. you can’t help but feel bad when the thought of him getting captured or experimented on crosses your mind, even if he is an asshole, but you don’t say that. you hold out your hand for him to shake “deal ?”

he squints at you and stares and you stare back. usually he would’ve stayed true to his threat and burned you alive by now, the trivial lives of humans are none of his concern. and yet for some reason he himself doesn’t know the answer to he stayed, even fixed up your damn wall you were whining about and even considered apologizing to you..which he absolutely never does !

there’s something different about you and he wants to find out what that something is. so, not so begrudgingly he slowly grasps your hand and squeezes lightly. he ignores the tiny voice in his head that tells him how soft and perfect your hand feels in his.

“deal.”

#lowkey tho just lowkey #i might just make this a series #wippee first maybe series yall #not proofread #ill fix later #i dreamed about this yesterday and i had to write about it #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki x you #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #I always end up writing way more than i mean to w him lmfaoo

[blkgirl-writing]

Everything you written for Gale is so good 😭 I love your head cannon that he would be super needy and desperate for Tav. If requests are still open, I’d love to read about their first kiss. I’m sure there would be some major grinding involved too, considering he even does it in his sleep haha. I’m desperate to see how Gale manages to confess his romantic feelings to Tav with how nervous and cute he is.

First kisses- Gale x reader + Astarion x reader

This seemed just too perfect to not also do for Astarion, I hope you don't mind, anon!

Gale:

Gale had a bad habit of licking and biting his lips when he was nervous. Tara usually was there to swipe at him when he started, but she wasn't here to regulate him this time, instead, his lips started to peel, which only made him self-conscious. This never-ending loop is what made him want to put off anything more than longing glances, midnight cuddles by the fire as an excuse to keep warm, and occasionally connecting your pink fingers together as a reminder, that you're both alive.

But he really, really wanted to feel your lips on his, feel your soft touch on his jaw, cradle your waist. So that night by the fire, when all others were asleep, and it was just you and him staring up at the stars, he looked at you, with such brightness and care, you nearly melted away, but he held you together, with words of beauty coming from his lips. How wonderful you looked under the starlight, how he wished to suspend time so you could live in these peaceful, unharming moments forever. How he wished to kiss you.

A silence fell between you for a second, before you reached out and kissed his cheek, a small blush appearing on his face. It didn't take but a few seconds for him to lean in closer to you, only a small gap between your lips, waiting, for you to let him in fully.

Sparks flew when your lips touched, he swore it, every time he retold the tale of your first kiss. He said he knew in that moment you were his forever.

Astarion:

Looking back, the first kiss you shared wasn't when you first had sex, that was an exchange for safety, no, it was when he opened his heart to you, ready for judgment, but you had shown him love, instead. It was unfamiliar. Astarion was taken aback by your embrace, tight and long, and he realized he had never felt such kindness in this world, when he was alive or after he had died and been reborn, no one had shown him true acceptance, until right then.

His fingers played with your hair, his other hand at the very bottom of your back, when he leaned away he pressed his index finger below your chin, lifting your head off of his shoulder, and asked to kiss you. Your lips felt like serenity, finally peace in his world, where there were no intentions from either person, just love.

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#Lowkey made myself cry for this one my gods #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #x reader #baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #drabble #fanfiction #baldurs gate gale #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion fluff #gale dekarios #gale x tav #bg3 gale #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios x tav #gale dekarios x oc #fluff #first kiss #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate x reader

[deunmiu-dessie]

you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)

♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙

ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.

despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡

it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)

and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙

you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )

especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.

#nonnie #my answers #✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ #writeblr #writerscommunity #ILYSM THANK U THANK U #thanks anon! #i love you anon #༝༚༝༚ #yautja x human #yautja #monster x human #drabble #reader is lowkey manipulative #toxic tendencies hehhehe #monster lover #monster headcanons #SO YES #HE DOES GO BACK FOR THE CAT #AHN'THU IS WHIPPED #I CAN'T TELL IF THIS IS BALLET ANON #BEAR ANON OR SOMEONE ELSE #PLSS

[rubyreduji]

[minors dni]

greasy gamer pervert wonwoo who you're forced to live with because he's friends with your brother and now you guys share an apartment and he's the worst roommate ever because all he does is tease you and play video games

and he's such a fucking loser like barely wears pants and rarely does chores so you're left doing all of the cooking and cleaning. the only place you don't clean is wonwoo's room because you're too scared to go in there but every once in a while wonwoo comes out with a stack of dishes for you to do and you want to strangle him even more than normal

the most infuriating thing about living with wonwoo though is the fact that he's so effortlessly handsome and charming even when he's being the most rancid human being you've ever met. you'll be seconds away from yelling at him but then he shoots you a sly smile and suddenly you're doing his laundry for him

the factor of living with wonwoo that you weren't expecting at all is the way he's a total fucking pervert. you can hear his hentai porn videos blasting out of his speakers at 2am in the morning and you know it's on purpose because when he's gaming he always wears those digusting headphones that make his hair even greasier than it already is

then there was that time when you came home from a long day at work and wonwoo was in only his boxers on the couch, his dick pulled out from the leg, jerking himself hard, his other hand cupped around his balls. his whimpering was pathetic as he tried to get off. when you walked in you stopped right in the entrance, staring at him. neither of you said a word or made a move to leave either so wonwoo continued to buck up into his fist. he stared at you the whole time and you didn't take your eyes off of him either until he gasped and spurted semen all over his hand. after he finished you just scoffed and headed to your room and tried to banish all thoughts of just how long wonwoo was

after that day wonwoo got more bold with you. made sleazy comments to you and found any reason to put his hands on you and even started to coo about how you made such a good little house wife for him. you always brushed him off, calling him disgusting, but you could feel your resolve breaking everytime he'd brush up against you on his way to the bathroom or casually grope at your breasts while you were making dinner

everything comes to a head when you go to make a bowl of rice and realize that there are no bowls left in your cupboard which means they're all hiding in wonwoo's nasty gamer cave he calls a bedroom. you sigh as you make your way to his room. you knock but there's no response. ugh he probably has his headphones on

"wonwoo-" you open the door to chew him out but stop when you see the sight in front of you. first off wonwoo's room is not as dirty as you expected, but there is a pile of bowls sitting next to his PC. that's not what has you stopped though

laying on his bed is wonwoo, jerking off again, but this time he has a pair of pink cotton panties held up to his nose as he takes deep breaths, hand rapidly pumping at his length. the panties in his hand are the same panties you just put in your hamper before you took a shower

"f-fuck y/n," wonwoo gasps, glancing to where you're standing. "smells so fucking good. want the real thing in my face too. think about you every night doing this."

his eyes are drooped and hazed with lust and his too long hair is pulled back into a ponytail that makes him look way too sexy for your own good

he brings the cloth down from his nose and wraps his around his hard cock. "i-if you're gonna just s-stand there, least you can do is h-help out."

that's when everything breaks and you're on his bed, hand wrapping around his own as you press your lips up against his. he tastes like stale energy drinks and its gross but also so intoxicating

"want your pussy," wonwoo growls against your mouth. his long, bony fingers plunge into your shorts and panties and touch your dripping slit. he smirks at you before inserting two fingers in right away and you gasp. "so fucking good. so wet and warm."

he only fingers you for a few moments before he's tearing off your clothes and pulling on to his lap

"be lucky i'm not forcing my dick down your throat," wonwoo says as he lines his dick up to your pussy

he sheathes himself up into you and you whine and clamp down on him as wonwoo groans

"shit y/n. always knew your cunt would be perfect. now take it like a good girl."

wonwoo fucks you hard and fast and there are tears spilling out of your eyes by the time he's cumming inside of you, filling you up with his sticky white semen. he doesnt stop there though and flips your bodies over and starts to rut into you again. not that you're complaining at all. his dick hits in you do deep and you ashamedly loved the way he stares at you like you're nothing but an object to use

wonwoo cums in you again, his hand around your throat, his mouth on your tits. you hate how much you love it. wonwoo is panting into the valley of our breasts as he pulls out of you

"always knew you were a dirty girl who wanted me," he purrs. "don't deny it doll. you didn't stop me this time and you aren't going to stop me next time."

and you know he's right, already desiring to do it again

wonwoo is still the worst roommate ever but at least now he can make up for it with his dick

[part 2]

#seventeen #seventeen smut #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonu #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #svt wonwoo #svt smut #kpop smut #i wrote this on the spot #this is lowkey nasty im sorry #i was gonna tag this a drabble but i think its too long #wonwoo greasy gamer boy agenda #my ww pc watched me type this whole thing #im sorry #rru.fics #rru.writes #★ mdni

[hatsunemitskislobotomy]

“…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮..

𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮…”

╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴

well that was one way to be broken up with.

she couldn’t even be mad at the guy. he had been very sweet and patient but she had spiraled and started missing texts that turned to missing calls— which turned to missing dates. wasn’t the first time either, she just was that much of an exhausting person to keep up with.

in the sense that she was always behind.

she let out a sigh as she rid herself of his footprints, deleting his texts, deleting any photos, unadding him on socials— the whole nine yards.

but when it came to that dreaded voicemail.

her finger hovered over the red trash can button, taunting her.

and then she pocketed her phone, she supposed it would serve as a reminder.

that it was always her fault.

she rubbed at her face before emerging from her room.

“ah, you’re awake.” her raven haired roommate looked up from his book

“and to think we thought you were just about to sleep through your date.” her snowy haired roommate chimed in from his position laying across the raven’s lap

“ah, about that… i just got broken up with.”

“…”

it was quiet between the three of them, then again when was it not? she never made much efforts to communicate with them past their typical chores and roles in the housework.

the two in a friendlier than most relationship were seeking a third person to help take up the lease and that’s exactly what she did, nothing more nothing less.

and when it got awkward…

“yeah…” she murmured looking at her hands

“do you… want to talk about it?” it was a cheap attempt, she appreciated it nonetheless

“i’d rather not, i think my first proper conversation with you two shouldn’t be me bitching about my ex.”

satoru’s airy laugh sounded as he got up from his lover’s (?) lap.

“please, we wouldn’t be opposed.”

“speak for yourself satoru, only you are a fiend for other people’s affairs.” suguru tsked, closing his book slightly

“but please, if you need someone to talk to— we’re both willing.”

“i thought i was the fiend suguru—”

“you are, i’m offering as a concerned roommate.”

“i’m fine.” her words a lot harsher than she intended

and then came the unconvinced, concerned glances.

“sorry.”

and then she retreated back to her room.

if she kept this up she’d find herself out on the streets.

she let out a sigh, it was what she deserved right? no boyfriend, no roommates, no friends, nothing.

on her birthday no less.

she let out a sigh, she might as well distract from this pitiful day.

————————————————————

nothing beat rearranging your room instead of confronting your feelings.

she shook her head, she didn’t have a right to feel anything more than empty. the only thing that she felt was the need to rearrange her room and rearranged it was.

she needed a new change of scenery, after all she was another year older.

and yet still none the wiser.

the brutality of reality seemed to sting more as one got older.

she sighed, at least she can mope in a clean room.

a knock pulled her from her thoughts.

“it’s open.”

and then there stood her two roommates.

“i don’t think we’ve ever seen your room—ack! ow…”

“seriously satoru?”

“what? it’s true…”

she stared at the two bickering before the raven sat his eyes on her.

“y/n… we wanted to see if you were free later—“

“please, she’s always free—“

a smack, then a whine.

“we’ve realized that you haven’t been properly introduced to the area… we’d love to do you the honors.” he offered a half hearted smile

she supposed it was true, aside from her dates once in a while— she never really was familiar with the area.

“i suppose i can accept.”

“i told you suguru now we have to drag her ou— wait what?”

she chuckled, for the first time in a long time, a genuine chuckle tumbled out from her lips.

the two men were in awe.

“i’ll join your endeavors to wherever, i… i could use the fresh air.” she swallowed

the bright blue eyed man seemed ecstatic as he left her room pumped, the more subdued raven gave her a soft smile before leaving her to get ready in peace.

“thank you for humoring us.”

she should be thanking them, but she wouldn’t say that part out loud… at least not yet.

—————————————————

she couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward as she was wedged between the two men who insisted.

something about her being too small and easily losable in the crowd.

apparently these parts were known for having winter night markets where the cold winter streets would warm to life with street food and vendors.

she hardly had a chance to process the sights and the atmosphere as they dragged her from stall to stall, sampling food, eying trinkets, playing games.

she’d be a liar if she said she wasn’t having fun.

“wait guys— i’m gonna get some of the dango from earlier.” satoru was bouncing away before the two could even respond

“well his dentist certainly has their work cut out for them.”

suguru had to process her snark words a little before letting out a chuckle.

“believe it or not, satoru has the most elaborate brushing routine that I’ve ever seen. he’d rather die than develop any sensitivity to sweets.” he hummed

“i see.” she hummed, starting to rub her hands a bit

“getting cold?”

“a little, it’s fine— i’ll probably invest in gloves one of these days…” she sighed a little

“here, let me.”

he gently took her hands in his, letting her much smaller hands rest nice and warm in his own.

“your hands always this warm?”

“i’d have to say quite the opposite for you, and here i thought satoru’s was bad.” he chuckled lightly

“speaking of— if it’s within my boundaries… what are you two?” the words just tumbled out of her mouth

they weren’t married, and they seemed very comfortable in each other platonically as well.

it was obvious that they loved each other, but she couldn’t help but wonder in what way?

he tilted his head slightly.

“perhaps soulmates, life partners. he’s practically my everything.” he smiled

“oi! quit being so cryptic!” suddenly satoru was back with his dango in one hand and the other around the raven

“he’s my person— not much else to it.”

“that wasn’t any better than mine in the slightest.”

“yeah but you go into the poetics of it too much, just call it as it is.”

and she was left with more questions than she had answered, but in a way she sort of got what they meant.

they were each other’s person.

“i’m glad you two have each other.” she gave them a smile

“ah shit— she just got broken up with… are we being too much?”

“satoru!”

and there it was again, that airy laugh that made the boys still. they were still in awe that she had it in her, not when she constantly looked miserable in their eyes.

“guys, guys it’s fine— you don’t have to change anything for my sake.” she sighed, a small smile still playing at her lips

“ugh you’re so sweet! your loser boyfriend didn’t even deserve you like that!” satoru whined as he shook her a little

“especially dumping you on y—“

an elbow to the ribs and his hands were immediately off you.

“suguru…!” he groaned

“you have a big mouth.”

“oh but you like that~”

another elbow.

she couldn’t help but snicker at their antics, one moment they were like an old couple in love and another moment it was almost as if their were your typical best friends who’ve known each other forever.

she thinks she’s starting to understand what suguru meant by them being each other’s person a little bit better.

“sorry about talking about your relationships so carelessly.” suguru gave her a sheepish smile

“it’s alright, nothing that wasn’t my own fault.” she shrugged

they looked at each other.

she couldn’t just leave it at that.

“i have the tendency to just… withdraw..” she bit the inside of her cheek

“at some point it’s exhausting for the other person, dealing with me disappearing every so often— although it’s not intentional… it’s not hard for someone else to think i’ve lost interest or i’m being unfaithful.” she gave the two a half hearted shrug

“i suppose there’s just a lot i need to work on myself before i put myself out there.”

the two seemed conflicted, it was good she could recognize the areas she needs to work on…

“…but aren’t you being too harsh on yourself?” suguru blurted out, satoru immediately nodding

“there’s nothing wrong with working on yourself… but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to love and be loved.” satoru gave her a look

she knew they were right, but sometimes it was just easier to be miserable without having to think about another— only thinking about herself and her misery. she was selfish like that.

and they could tell by the conflict that flashed on her face.

before the conversation could progress any further she felt something cold prick at her nose, and then she looked up.

a gentle snow was falling.

“well would you look at that.”

she wore a wistful expression as she looked up, letting the snowflakes gather on her lashes as the warmth of her skin melted the ones on her face.

perhaps it was the universe letting her have this one thing, the first snow.

suguru and satoru seemed thrilled as well.

“suguru— look!”

“i see it satoru.”

but everyone seemed so far away as it was just her and the gentle snow.

it was beautiful.

but beautiful things hardly last.

“…!”

she looked back at the two who gave her a look, suddenly she was back on the busy night market street.

“you’re shivering.”

she didn’t notice until another one wracked her body.

before she could speak she felt herself being dragged along by satoru, suguru trailing behind the two.

“wha..? where are we going?”

“somewhere to warm up!”

——————————————————

when the two dragged her off, she expected for them to go back to their shared apartment or a restaurant.

but she was sitting down on a couch in a dim room with a microphone in hands while colored lights danced around the room.

“i… i have a few questions—”

“come on! it’s nice and warm and you can sing your heart out about your shitty ex!”

“he wasn’t shitty though, it was my fault we broke up.”

“that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel some type of way about it.”

which was true.

“come on you know the classic breakup songs right? it’ll get whatever off your chest—“

and before she could protest satoru was already queuing up a song.

and that’s how the rest of the night went, although hesitant at first it wasn’t long before the three taking turns in singing songs and ballads. from cheesy classics to songs of yearning and heartbreak that suguru sang a bit too well for satoru’s comfort.

“i’ll never make you feel like that!” he whined clinging on to the raven who gave him an exasperated look

“i know.”

she couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, it was nice to be around other people.

“i’m going to the restroom.” suguru hummed before peeling satoru off of him

“can i come with~”

“no.”

she snickered a bit at satoru’s clingy behavior.

“he’s so mean to me!” he huffed

“i think he knew if you two went together you wouldn’t be coming back out any time soon.” she mused

he let out a dramatic sigh.

“i suppose you’re right.”

“also we couldn’t leave your mopey self all by your lonesome.” he gave her a little nudge

she shook her head with a smile.

“i think i would’ve managed.”

“yeah yeah don’t lie— you’ve been all sad about your lame ex. y’know if you said no earlier sugu and i would’ve just dragged you out one way or another.”

“i’d like to see you try.”

“suguru manhandles me on the daily— we’d get ya.” he snickered

a comfortable silence fell between the two.

“do you feel better?”

she pondered his question a little.

“i do…”

but.

“but..?” he tilted his head

“it’s not even the breakup at this point…” she sighed a little

it was the prospect of getting older, and not a damn thing changed.

life itself was a fickle thing, ever changing.

so why hasn’t she?

gripping onto the ways of her past, she joked that she peaked when she was younger and it was all downhill from there… when did it start being actually true?

her past, her youth— it took all the best parts of her.

and now she was someone despicable enough to be broken up with on their birthday—

she felt cold hands on her cheeks, snapping her from her thoughts.

“you got lost in your head.” bright blue eyes staring down on her as she blinked

just how long did she spend ruminating looking like a complete nutcase in front of him?

“suguru was right— your hands are cold.” she mumbled out

“you alright?”

“i’m not sure yet.”

“…you wanna sing one more song?”

she sighed.

“pass me the mic.”

she got up to go queue up the next song, her back towards satoru— he didn’t need to see her inner turmoil boil up once more.

she heard the door click open, she figured suguru was back.

“ah— suguru. you wanna join the last—“

the words on her lips died as she turned around to meet his gaze, only for it to fall on a cake.

a birthday cake.

“welp— cat’s out of the bag! woooo! happy birthday!”

she was still processing it.

“satoru that’s hardly appropriate,” suguru rolled his eyes at him before turning to face her once more

“come, sit down.”

so she sat down on the couch in between the two as suguru set the cake down in front of her on the table.

“we weren’t sure what flavor you’re into but as a self proclaimed confectionery connoisseur, all the cakes from this bakery are really good so it should be alright.” satoru hummed as he pulled out candles from his pocket and expertly placed them around the cake

she finally found her words.

“how… how did you know…?”

suguru gave her a small smile.

“well at first we didn’t, but then we did some extensive research—“

“we were snooping around your socials.”

“…yeah that.”

her lips couldn’t help but quirk up at that.

“we knew something was up when you bothered to speak more than five words to us.” satoru shrugged before being met with a smack to the head

“owww…! it’s true!”

“forgive satoru, he’s bad at handling delicate situations.”

“i’m just saying it how it is! you looked more down than usual and we snooped around! can we talk about how shitty your ex is for dumping you on your birthday?” he ranted which earned him another smack

she was overwhelmed with emotion, she didn’t even realize the tears that started to stain her cheeks.

“you made her cry.”

“shit— i’m sorry!”

“no no,” she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand

“i’m grateful i promise, just processing… y’know?”

“we hope you know that you deserve this, having a birthday worth celebrating.” suguru put a hand on her shoulder

she offered him a watery smile.

“hug? you look like you could use one.” satoru offered

typically she would’ve refused, she wasn’t big on physical gestures but she couldn’t stop herself from nodding softly wiping her face some more.

she let herself be caged in between the two, taking in their scents and warmth. she relaxed into their holds, letting out a sigh once her sniffling subsided.

“thank you.” she whispered softly

“i know we’re still sort of strangers but we’ve grown a liking to you, if you ever think you’re alone especially here… we’re here for you.” suguru murmured

“you’ve already been welcomed in our lives aside from the roommate formality stuff, it’s just up to you if you want us in yours.” satoru chuckled lightly ruffling her hair a little

“i’d… like that.”

and they held on for a little bit longer, she held on for a little bit longer.

“now how about we blow out some candles?”

❀° ┄───╮

this one is dedicated to all the girlies who feel some type of way (wanting to die lol) on their birthdays, including me today :,)

╰───┄ °❀

#happy bithday to me #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk drabbles #jjk geto #jjk gojo #satosugu x reader fluff #platonic satosugu x reader #satoru gojo #suguru geto #satosugu #jjk x reader #lowkey self insert whoops

[sugusearrings]

it would be gojo’s idea to sneak into a nightclub after that hectic mission.

the bouncer saw geto and gojo’s fake IDs but seeing you and shoko were with them, he finally let you guys in.

now you’re having your first shot with your best friends.

but one shot turns into another

and another,

and another,

and another.

now you’re on the dance floor in the middle of a very tipsy gojo and geto. very impressed how the boys can actually dance. especially gojo.

but it only makes the two strongest sorcerers think how pretty you’ll look in the middle of them.

pleading and begging for both of them to stuff all you till you couldn’t take it anymore. and even then, they probably wouldn’t stop till you’re leaking from all your holes.

#don’t mind me #just lowkey tipsy atm #AND THEY CAN DANCE DANCE #THEY HAVE RHYTHM I KNOW THEY DO #imma go drink more now ✨ #drabble ideas #jjk drabble #jjk drabbles #satoru x suguru x reader #gojo x geto x reader #gojo x geto x you #satoru x suguru x you #satosugu #satosugu drabble #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #( sugusearrings thoughts * ) #( sugusearrings ideas * ) #( sugusearrings shorts * )

[yabakuboi]

"Are you okay?"

Eddie raises his head from where he'd buried his face in his arms, halfway draped across the Family Video counter. Robin stares at him, her face a picture of fond disgust.

"I don't know how to answer that," he says, just to see her roll her eyes.

"Try honestly."

"You want the long answer or short."

Her nose wrinkles as she scowls. "I regret asking already, but short please."

"No."

"..."

"..."

"God, you two are made for each other," she sighs to herself. "Okay doofus, give me the long answer."

"Robin, he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life and I LOVE to see beautiful men, I have seen SO MANY beautiful men, but he's on a whole other LEVEL, ROBIN—"

"Shut up shut up shut up, NEVER MIND—"

"HE'S SO PERFECT, HIS HAIR, HIS HANDS, HIS ASS—"

"FORGET I ASKED. GO BACK TO SUFFERING IN SILENCE."

Steve, choosing in this moment to come back in from the break room, is met with screaming: Robin with her fingers plugging her ears and loudly chanting for silence, and Eddie bewailing some new celebrity crush apparently by the way he's going on about how impossibly beautiful this guy is.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #steve is lowkey hurt because he's in love with eddie so bad but apparently eddie's type is some fucking adonis of a man #this sets back their getting-together moment by a few months because steve thinks he's not eddie's type #dribble drabble #my fic #shush mal

[seaofgoldensand]

please, just stay a little longer. rafayel x reader (she/her) drabble

she would have reoccurring dreams of a sea god that saved her when she was meant to be a sacrificed to him. in the dream, she was fully aware of what was happening, as if she had lived in this time before. but as soon as she would wake up, she could not recall a thing, yet she was left with a feel of emptiness, like something was missing or she had lost something very important to her.

note: this is clearly self indulgent, and i just could not get this out of my head while it popped up as i kept listening to that unknown bgm in chapter 9, so it kept yelling at me until i wrote it. pieces of chapter 1 and little bit of pieces of chapter 9 in forbidden sea. not beta read, here is your warning. i am also very rusty, but i hope those that read this will enjoy it!

warning: angst, hurt with slight comfort i suppose? but hey, it's sfw.

it was the day of his ceremony, every lemurian gathered to witness the sea god and his beloved walk into the temple. fishes of all kinds swam about and round rafayel and his beloved follower.

upon the two entering the temple, everything became silent, save for the gentle sound of the water as she looked around before her eyes landed on her hand in rafayel’s. the way he held her hand as if it were the most delicate thing in all of the sea and land made her heart skip beats. 

she closed her eyes, raised her other hand and rested it on her chest. she took a deep breath and spoke to herself.

i am willing to give him my heart.

i am willing to give him my sincerest form of worship.

i am willing to have his very being etched, engraved onto my soul as i praise and pray to him for the rest of my life.

she felt rafayel’s hand in hers, something hot began to intertwine and embed itself into her palm, it became a line and part of her soul.

then, panic rose as she opened her eyes. 

“this is my promise to you.” rafayel spoke in the softest tone much like how soft his eyes looked into hers. “for ‘tis lemuria’s vow, a bond everlasting.”

“rafayel, wait—” she smiled nervously, her heart beating too fast for her own good. “why does it sound like…you’re saying farewell to me. please, i—” 

rafayel stepped forward, lifted his arm and wrapped it around her waist, drawing her in closely like the gentle current of the sea, small blue fish began circling around them and one red one in particular seemingly settled on rafayel’s shoulder as a blue one settled on hers.

how foolish, even in the sea does her tears begin to build up. even as she was underwater with the god of the sea, she could not stop the tears from falling from her eyes.

“do not worry, i will not be gone for long.” 

"you said that last time and the time after that, stop lying to me..."

still panicked, she immediately threw herself onto him, despite his protests from last time when they snuck out to see the sunset both under the sea and above. she did not care for what rafayel would do. 

“hold me. push me away. i don't care, just—please, stay a little longer.” she begged with the weakest voice despite how much strength it took for her to tamp down this undeniable fear of being abandoned, almost etching itself right where the thread that sealed their bond remained. "can't we just stay like this for a moment more?"

rafayel stills, eyes wide and at first he did not move nor did he say anything. then, his eyes relaxed and there was a smile that etched upon his lips as he finally lifted his arms to wrap themselves around her, placing a gentle but fleeting kiss onto the top of her head. 

“once a lemurian is bonded with a human, they cannot go against their wishes.” he reminded her of what the bond entailed, despite being the young god of the sea.

“then, stay. please, rafayel—don’t leave me.” she did not care how desperate she sounded because he thought of rafayel no longer being with her terrified her and her worst nightmare soon manifested itself as she heard rafayel’s chuckle.

“i will find you no matter where you are, we will meet again. but for now, it is time for you to wake up.” 

“don’t lie to me! you always say this, every time, in this very moment and then i’m left waking up to an empty bed and something empty inside me that i can’t understand until i fall back asleep and pray to whatever deity will hear me to meet with you again. why… why can’t you stay any longer?!” 

“shh. do you not trust me?” 

she fell quiet, burying her face against his shoulder as the tears continued falling. “i do, but—” 

“there is no but. you either trust me or you do not.” rafayel sighed quietly and cupped her face, his eyes spoke louder than the words he could offer her, yet he did not know if she felt his emotions. after all, he was not that good when it came to expressing something so intense he felt which was all because of her. 

she only clung onto him tighter, refusing to wake up just to forget everything that had happened in her dream that felt so real. who is that man? where was she? why can she not recall his name?

rafayel gazed at her, knowing she was deep in thought and lifted his hand to brush away the tears, shaking his head gently. “what a shame, human tears do not turn into pretty pearls when they cry, yet i find yours the most precious in the entire sea.”

he leaned close to her ear, his fingers gently carding through her soft locks. “trust me and let me go, you will not have to wait any longer.” 

she shook her head, hugging him even more tightly. “i don’t want to! i’m tired of never remembering you in my waking life. it’s not fair!” 

“you have stayed here for far too long, do you not wish to see me in the waking life?” 

“how long, rafayel? how long until i can meet you again, what if i cannot remember you?”

“it will sadden me, i will admit, however…that does not mean that i would give up on you. after all, i will chase you to the ends of the earth.”

rafayel’s words began to fade as her vision darkens and the whalefall city is turned into ruins just as the ancient civilization of lemuria was soon forgotten.

she shot up in her bed, breathing heavily and blinked before a gasp escaped her. her hand lifted as she brushed some tears away then rubbed at her eyes. normally, she would remain confused for a short moment before pulling herself together and return to her every day life.

this time, while she cannot remember anything, she placed her hand on her chest before she drew her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms, letting herself mourn.

what am i mourning for? 

why does everything feel so empty? 

why does it feel as i i’m crying about something lost? 

what did i lose? 

…who did i lose?

eventually, she was able to collect herself and prepare for the hunter ceremony. today was the day she would become an official deepspace hunter. once the day was coming to an end, tara waved goodbye before she was being dragged by a random young boy to help him with something.

with the fish net, she looked into the pool and furrowed her brows before she could attempt to swipe one into the net, someone interrupted her concentration. 

“...but this one, bright as a flame, is a real flammula from lemurian legends.”

“flammula? i’m not very familiar with those myths or folklore.”

something in her chest tugged the moment he turned and walked away. something yelled inside her to go after him, but why? she was confused and something inside her felt disappointed as the figure gradually became smaller until he could not be seen any longer.  

#lowkey was crying as i imagined the scene along with mc tbh #not beta read #we die like real men #smth like that #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel lnd #lnd rafayel #rafayel lnds #lnds rafayel #rafayel lads #lads rafayel #rafayel l&ds #l&ds rafayel #love and deepspace #lnd #lnds #lads #l&ds #god of the tides rafayel #rafayel god of the tides #god of the tides #rafayel x reader #rafayel drabble #love and deepspace writing #lnd drabbles

[sungbeam]

9:47PM — lee juyeon x gn!reader

a/n: okay but if i did ever go thru w my frat tbz series, this would be so much fun for juyo, just saying 😭 she's been stewing in my brain for how long now

You were just walking beneath the balconies of one of the frat houses when you came to an abrupt halt. Tipsy and unaware of your actions, your friend Ningning crashed right into your back. “Yn, what—”

“Waitwaitwait!” You told her as you backpedaled a few steps to get a better view.

The two of you were situated in the middle of a Greek Row block party and it was raging all around you. But on your way down the street, your eyes had caught the marvel of a man leaning over his balcony railing, nursing a can of beer and people-watching. Your buzzed out brain nearly melted into a puddle of goop at the sight of his soft-eyed smile as he laughed at something his brothers were doing across the street at the cornhole boards.

You cupped your hands around your mouth and gave a holler, “Heey, pretty boy!” Oh, you definitely sounded drunk, but you swore you weren't…

The man heard you, loud and clear, and turned his head with wide eyes in your direction. When he saw you there with a big grin on your face, his cheeks darkened. “Wh—who? Me?” He asked while pointing at himself.

“But soft!” You replied, reaching your hands up toward him and then clutching at your heart, “what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet the sun.”

He was fully facing you now and nearly half folded over the railing with his smile as giddy as a girl on the telephone with a lover. “My name's Juyeon, not Juliet, by the way.”

“If I told you my phone number, would you correct it with yours, too?”

#lowkey highkey this is literally just an imagine so idk why im putting proper tags 😭💀 #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #lee juyeon x reader #juyeon x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz drabbles #the boyz timestamps #the boyz oneshot #juyeon imagines #juyeon timestamps #juyeon drabbles #juyeon oneshots #juyeon scenarios #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fanfic

[ilydeku]

what it'd be like to text senku

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support me? :)

#bro would be kinda dry #bc emotion through text is cringe according to senku #sodium joke lowkey kinda funny 💀 #get it argon cuz its like are gone funny haha laugh #senku x reader #senku ishigami x reader #ishigami senku x reader #senku x y/n #senku ishigami x y/n #dr stone x reader #drabbles #chrome x reader #gen x reader #gen asagiri x reader #incorrect quotes #senku #senku ishigami #dr stone #x reader #senku imagine #senku headcannons

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Yet another average day in Family Video:

"Hey. Remember when you said that you'd totally fuck Jonathan."

"When...? Oh, yeah. What the fuck that was literally a month ago why are you mentioning that now?"

"Because that was the same conversation we decided to get the matching tramp stamps. And trying to hide those from my parents is a literal pain in the ass. Pun fully intended. I can't even sit straight and-"

"I'd say you can't do anything straight"

"Not like I can do anything str- fuck you"

Steve swaggers to the back and takes out the whiteboard they purchased together - on ROBIN'S SUGGESTION may he add.

"Can't believe you're losing in your own game. About bad jokes. And being gay. Which are basically your two only personality traits."

Robin's side is embarrassingly empty. He sees it as cosmic karma for her you-suck-game during their scoops ahoy era.

"Alright mister little bitch"

"And yet, this little bitch is beating you in your own game"

Robin shows him the finger. Steve bites the finger because he is a little shit and things like boundaries and personal space have already lost all meaning between the two of them.

In this moment the front doors open. The elderly man takes one look at the scene before him and leaves without a word.

"Where did the Jonathan thing come from?"

"Dunno. I was bored. Thought it'd be funny to see you go through a gay crisis."

"Not much of a crisis if I already admitted to it."

"You're no fun."

"Really? That was not what my dad said three months ago. According to him I am a fucking joke."

"Coming from Harrington Senior that's honestly a compliment"

"Please remind me of that the next time I radio you at 3 am. Who is on tape duty?"

"I did it last time."

"Alright" Steve nods towards the small pile of romcoms they have pointedly not been reshelving for the last half an hour. "Enjoy your alone time in the romance section."

"Do you think it would be an invasion of privacy if we checked who returned all that? It was either an epic girls night of an awful breakup." Her voice gets fainter as she moves to the back of the store.

"Nah. We're in the land of the free or whatever. Wait, let me do it"

"You're only saying that so you can procrastinate asshole"

"Does that mean you don't want to know who took them? Because I promise you, you really really do."

"Don't ask if you already know the answer dingus"

"Guess"

"Ummm....power bottom."

"What?"

"Like with Jonathan. Would you rather he call the shots or the other way around?"

She makes a series of incomprehensible movements that are probably supposed to represent intercourse between two men.

"This is the reason god made you a lesbian"

"And thank him for that. Amen."

"Why are you so obsessed with Jonathan anyway."

"You're deflecting"

"Yeah sure, I am deflecting. C'mon, Buckley. Resume or later?"

"Who was the one who took all the romcoms?"

"If I tell you, will you tell me what's really going on?"

"Depends on your answer."

"I thought you weren't interested in my sex life? Every time-"

In this moment the door opens again. Two girls come in, arm in arm. One is wearing a look that can only be described as disgust, the other is clearly trying to hold in laughter with moderate success.

Over the course of many painful months of customer service (plus surviving an interrogation by the actual Russian secret service) Steve and Robin have developed the ability to hold entire conversations without speaking a single word. It is a very neat talent to have when they want to make fun of someone right in front of them. It is less neat when he is the target.

Robin raises her brows. C'mon dingus, tell these random ass girls about your sex life since you're so proud of it.

Steve frowns in response. Yeah, sure Mrs. Never Even Had A First Kiss.

Robin narrows her eyes. I did have a first kiss. Even if it was absolutely horrible.

Steve puts on his most insufferable expression. You yourself said that it doesn't count. No need to be so jealous Buckley.

Robin rolls her eyes. Alright, I want to see you trying to find a-

"Do you have ET?", Robin doesn't say because, oh yeah, they've got actual customers.

Steve solemnly informs them that ET is current out of stock, but that it should be returned in two days. Robin somehow manages to force her last two movies upon them. They leave with a dazed look on their face that Steve can relate to. Sometimes Robin will start talking and the next thing you know you have a tramp stamp.

"Tommy Hagan"

Robin looks absolutely disgusted. "Tommy Hagan?! You would kiss Tommy Hagan? And then you have the audacity to make fun of my taste in women?!"

"First of all: me and Hagan? Been there done that." Robin looks as if her entire worldview was just flipped upside down. "Second: probably not, he uses a bit too much tongue for my liking. I mean that Tommy Hagan was the one who rented all the romcoms"

Robin takes a moment to process this information. Then she dramatically falls to the floor and squirms around in laughter like a bug on its back trying to get up again. Truly a drama kid through and through.

"And thirdly: for your information, I super could make out with Jonathan Byers. Unlike you, I've got game"

"You don't mean gay-me?"

Steve rolls his eyes and takes out the whiteboard again. He is still in the lead.

"And also, excuse you, I totally could make out with Nancy if I wanted to, okay?! I'm just not a homewrecker unlike some other people"

"Excuse me? I was the one who was cheated on?!"

"I'm insulting your taste, dingus"

"Rich coming from you, since we apparently share the same one"

For a moment she looks confused. Then she thinks back to what she said. Steve can pinpoint the exact moment she realizes it.

"Is this the reason you want me to be into Jonathan so bad? Because you're into Nancy?" Steve feels like a smug cat when her entire upper body grows red.

"Shut up she's just pretty okay?!"

"And badass. Don't forget badass."

"Oh my god I know. Ever since I saw her shooting I haven't been able to get her out of my mind."

"Right?! And as if that isn't enough, she has to go and be smart too! Like, c'mon, she has to have some faults. Some downsides. Nobody is that prefect!"

"Oh my god I know! And-"

They continue like that for a while. Time runs away from them and suddenly Hellfire Club is over and Steve's kids (minus Max, he notes with a heavy heart) are barging into the place as if they own it, for no reason other than to be absolute menaces.

"And like. Robin. She was so hot in that moment. I swear to-"

"Who are you talking about?". Steve is used to Dustin being a rude little shit and automatically answers without even thinking about it. "Nancy."

He realizes his mistake too late. He looks up. Mike's eyes are wide in horror. "I hate you so fucking much" he says before turning around and leaving.

Robin sighs. "I guess that is the downside."

-> the tramp stamp conversation

-> gatekeeping 101

-> breaking out of a heteronormative mindset

#an average day in family video #btw the reason mike is so mad #is bc he has a crush on steve that he refuses to acknowledge<3 #and yes i am on the steve carol and tommy had a weird lowkey toxic and obsessive relationship with each other #robin buckley #steve harrington #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stonathan #stobin #ronance #stranger things drabble #stranger things #platonic soulmates #platonic with a capital p #pen. #tommy hagan #stancy #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction

[obsessive-evie]

kate or hvl head cannons 👀??

they're so underrated...

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

my wife Kate first

I don’t care what anyone has to say she’s a bottom no one can tell me otherwise

Okay my girl can def still top, like you’re telling me she isn’t a munch?? That nose is built for it baby cmon now

going back to my fic, she definitely gets embarrassed when you go down on her, or fuck her in general. For example covering her face, holding back noises, lots of nerves, etc. tries not to squirm or seem too desperate when you’re using your hands

But when she TOPS oh baby she doesn’t stop until you make her. Like after a good win she would feast like there’s no tomorrow and be super cocky abt it

More with that she isn’t public abt your sex lives with your friends, but if anyone brings it up she just smirks. FOR EXAMPLE (you, Kate, and some of the other Iowa girls are just hanging out at one of your apartments drinking n stuff, nothing crazy, but the topic of the scratch marks on Kate’s back gets brought up, and she says nothing. Just smiles, poking her tongue into her lower lip slightly before raising her beer bottle back to her lips. Her silence makes the rest of the girls tease you and jeer at your poor attempt of hiding in your girlfriends shoulder)

talks when she’s nervous 🤷‍♀️

Likes to wine and dine you before sex(literally), is overall very respectful, constantly checking in during it, very kind and lots of praise. Like obsessed with you physically

Would be happy to lay on your thighs and hips for the rest of her life, 100% a thigh and ass kind of girl, loves leaving hickeys on them and just resting on them after giving you head

Despite how soft she is she total likes bites and scratches, specifically on her shoulders because they mean she was going down on you

#wcbb #kate martin #caitlin clark #kate martin my beloved #leave any more you can think of in the asks and I’ll write a Drabble #she also lowkey likes using vibrstors but i didn’t wanna say that

[salsakiyoomi]

“is it me or have you gotten...bigger?”

miguel's question makes you whirl around to face him with a scowl on your face, insulted, “the hell's that supposed to mean?”

you know what it means though, you know what he means — with the morning sickness and the weird, godawful cravings, your body is…changing — you’ve missed your period this month and you've put on a little weight — your breast have swollen and your belly has bloated with a few stretch marks over your abdomen — you thought the changes were subtle at first but you guess you were wrong.

miguel shrugs, gesturing dismissively to your body, “you know, you’ve gotten bigger.”

you glare at him — he has always been a little too blunt with his words and comments —  you put your hands on your waist, “you know, that’s not exactly a very nice thing to say.”

he shrugs again and you want to punch him with how nonchalant he is about this, “‘m just saying the truth.”

“there is this thing called sugarcoating.” you shoot back, “and you don’t tell your wife that ‘she’s gotten bigger’ or any woman for that matter.”

you’re more snappy than usual — if this has been a passing comment on any other day, you probably would have laughed and scolded him, not today though, not with your hormones high on edge.

he chuckles, but it sounds more like a scoff almost as if he’s making fun of you, “come on, amor. it’s a good look on you.”

you frown at him and shake your head, sighing, “i'm not in the mood for your shit right now, miguel.”

you turn away from him, going back to folding the clothes — you haven’t told him about your pregnancy yet, unsure of how he would react, the two of you never really talked about having kids in the start of your relationship nor marriage, so finding the test stick positive was a dreadful surprise for you — although you should've known the two of you had too much fun a few weeks ago.

his arms wrap around your waist from behind, and he nuzzles his face in the nape of your neck, “you're so grouchy these days.” he murmurs, his deep voice so close to your ears makes you shiver and his hands trail lower and you tense when they slip under your shirt and his rough fingertips press gently against the soft skin of your swollen abdomen.

“and you’re so bitchy these days — all days.” you immediately retort. 

he chuckles and he turns you around to face him and he has a shit-eating grin on his lips that you oh, so badly want to slap off of his face, “how are those avocados and chocolate going for you?”

“they taste really nice, thanks.” you roll your eyes, attempting to squirm away from his embrace.

“did you get your period this month?”

his question makes you pause and you look at him with squinted eyes — sure, he knows your cycle. sure, he knows when you're moody and on your period but he’s never really asked if you got it during a month or not.

“yes.” you lie, speaking after a beat.

“you sure?” 

you groan, “what do you mean i’m sure? of course i am.”

“i’m just askin’, amor.” he hums, his thumbs press against your baby bump and you can’t help but wonder if he is doing it deliberately 

“miguel, what do you want?” you sigh, exasperated.

“nothing.” he replies smugly, and you’re sure he’s teasing you at this point as he leans down to kiss your jaw, “is there anything you wanna tell me?” he whispers.

you lean away and narrow your eyes at him, “what?”

“what?” he echoes innocently.

“is there anything you aren’t telling me?” you ask back, tone accusatory as you raise an eyebrow at him.

at this point, he’s rubbing circles with his thumbs on your swollen abdomen, “not as much as what you're not telling me.”

you frown at him, “okay, you know what? i’m done playing with you here.”

you attempt to pull away from him again but his hands now grip your hips to keep you in place, “miguel!” you groan — you usually liked it when he was in his playful moods but not today though, he’s just getting on your nerves.

“come on.” he laughs, “just talk to me, okay?”

“i would if it wasn’t such an insufferable task!”

“calm down.” he hums and his hands find your waist again, and he’s once again rubbing small circles with his thumbs on your bump, “are you sure there isn’t anything you wanna tell me?”

you shiver at his touch and your eyes narrow at him as it clicks, “you know, don’t you?”

“know what?” he asks, feigning confusion.

“asshole.” you groan, covering your face — you know he knows because of course he does, this was miguel, nothing gets past him.

“come on, you seriously thought that i wouldn’t find out?” he says with a laugh — he noticed when your body started changing because he damn well knows every inch of you, he noticed it in the way you constantly hugged yourself as if to hide your growing tummy and then he saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom bin, “avocados and chocolate? you don’t even like avocados.”

“why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, voice muffled by your hands as you peek at him through your fingers.

“i just wanted to see how long it would take for you to tell me first,” he answers simply and you groan again and he laughs, pulling your hands away from your face and placing a kiss on your lips, “no need to hide now, amor.”

“you’re such a dickhead.” you mumble against his lips, and his hands are on your swollen belly because he thinks that he probably won't be able to get them off of it in the next few months, because despite how unprepared he is — how unprepared the two of you are, he can’t help but feel excited, can’t help but be eager for the day his and yours baby comes — so he laughs at your comment, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips once more.

“your dickhead."

a/n : i got inspo from this drabble by @liliacamethyst i loved it sm 😭

#no bcz i dont usually write preggo fics but #ive been reading too many ones #so i had to write one #this is lowkey an alternate universe too #cant imagine our og miguel being happy #atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel drabbles #miguel fluff #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 fluff #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #atsv x reader #miguel spiderverse #also this is so cheesy help

[4acoffee]

Headcannon that one of the side affects of using his quirk too much, is that Katsuki's hands start shaking.

Words: 900~

Notes: idk, I'm not really sure this makes sense, but I hope it makes u feel something.

Katsuki Bakugou is a stubborn man. That, is a fact.

Once he has his mind set on something, it is downright next to impossible to get him to change his mind.

Just how he could face anything, absolutely obliterate everything that stands in his way, and still come out the other side, seemingly unscathed, never fails to escape you.

In the time that you've known him, you've seen how he throws himself headfirst, wholly, and fully into everything he does. Not a single part of his ever raging fire is left out when he tackles an issue. Which sometimes, causes much more damage than what he is willing to admit. His obstinate personality all too often getting in the way of letting people know when he needs help.

But you noticed.

So many times, you've watched him walk away from training rooms and particularly tough villains, — knuckles all bloody and bruised, hiding a limp, hero suit in tatters.

You noticed, but you would never approach him.

You were all too certain that he would immediately scowl and turn you away, the moment you even opened your mouth to offer any semblance of help.

Because he is Katsuki Bakugou and god forbid he ever accept any kind of help from anyone, lest they start to look down on him.

So you notice, but you pretend not to. You pretend that you don't see the way his hands shake as he presses rough fingertips so tenderly to his bruised ribs, with a gentleness he can hardly manage.

You pretend you don't hear his heavy, broken breathing in the silence of when your working together. Like simply drawing air into his lungs is a struggle. You figure it might be. There are only so many times that Recovery Girl could fix the same wounds over and over again in one person.

You pretend you didn't accidentally catch him one day after training,— one hand fisted tightly in his uniform, and the other pulling almost desperately at his hair. You look away abruptly, when you see the light catch on the wet sheen of his eyes.

He is Katsuki Bakugou and he is so strong and enough, — but not enough for himself.

And you, are so scared of something, what exactly, your not sure. Of being turned away, of being yelled at, of facing the full brunt of his anger. Or maybe what it could change for both of you.

You're scared, but your patience is also thinning. You can only ignore something so plainly in your sight for so long. Slowly, as you watch from the distance, you grow more tense. Waiting for something, anything to change, to fix itself, for you to get over yourself and do something.

Which is why when you find him one day, curled over himself in the dark of the commons after everyone else is fast asleep, and only the low kitchen lights on, you pause. Instead of walking away like you once would have, you found yourself gingerly making your way towards him.

His hair catches the low orange light, and this time, you don't look away when you see how the the bandages he held in his fingers shook as he tried to wrap his own hands. You keep looking, and you don't turn away when you hear his quiet sniffles.

Closer now, he still hasn't noticed you, but you can see the way he can barely keep his hands steady enough to wrap one loop around them.

You bite back a flinch when the floor underneath you creaks, giving you away and his head darts towards you like a deer caught in headlights.

He looks so open, so unguarded and vulnerable that for a moment, you don't recognize him. There's such a broken look on his face that it make you want to shake and cry.

Then like a switch, his glossy eyes turn cold and angry, and he growls at you, but you just lower your head.

His eyes are narrowed and untrusting, but they widen in confusion when you kneel down in front of him on the couch.

He doesn't say anything, and his hands are stiff when you gently take them in yours. You swallow a gasp when you see that his knuckles are a deep purple from broken blood vessels, and his palms are littered with barely healing burns and cuts.

You don't meet his eyes, but you pull at the wrap from him. His hands shake so hard that your own fingers tremble when you hold them.

"Let me help you."

His resists and makes to pull away, but you hold on and your annoyance flickers to life. After all this, you were not going to let him stop you. Your eyes dart to his and you want him to understand that you wan't to make this better for him.

"Please."

He simply stares at you for a moment and it feels like forever, but you will yourself to not look away from him. He needs to know that your not leaving. Bakugou makes a noise deep in his chest, — and just like that, — his hands go slack in your grip.

Your shoulders relax, and you realize how tense you were.

A small smile works it's way onto your face, and carefully, gently, softly, for him, — you fix his beaten and bloody wounds.

Katsuki Bakugou is stubborn, — but he's learning ask for help when he needs it.

At least, from you.

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#katsuki bakugo x reader #lowkey i cried while i thought about this #idk if i executed it right tho #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x gender neutral reader #mha oneshot #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha drabbles #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bnha bakugou #my hero academia #x reader #bnha fanfiction #angst #mha #katsuki bakugou #bnha imagines #bnha #coffee's fics