#my spotify number one for months please help me

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit - part 4

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you take tara on a surprise date

warnings: none

word count: 1700+

author's note: i'm gonna throw up from the fluff

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“So, where are we going this time?” Please not Shakespeare in the park. Please not Shakespeare in the park, Tara thought as she stared up at you, waiting for your response.

You grinned at her. “I can’t tell you! That ruins the whole point of a surprise date!”

Tara frowned. “Fine. Be like that,” she huffed, faking annoyance. She leaned back in her seat, glancing around the subway car at the other riders. There were a few men in business suits, a couple of other teenagers, and…a mime? What the fuck? Otherwise, it was surprisingly empty for a New York City subway on a Saturday afternoon.

She glanced at you, tracing your side profile with her eyes as your own eyes flitted around the car, your leg bouncing up and down. Before she could ask why you seemed anxious, you leaned over.

“I’m still not used to the city transportation,” you confessed. “I usually just walk to the university, or I drive if I have to go somewhere farther away.”

Tara placed a hand on your knee to help your fidgeting. “Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” She smiled at you. “I’ve become a bit of a pro at the subway in the past few months, if I do say so myself, so I’ve got you.”

You chuckled. “Oh yeah? Gonna protect me from any bad guys?”

“Oh, definitely.” If I can beat motherfucking Ghostface, I can beat anyone. “You’d be surprised at what I’m capable of.” You tilted your head at her, confused. That’s a story for a later date. “You’re safe with me.” You nodded, and an idea popped into Tara’s head. “Would music make you feel better? That usually calms you down.”

You shrugged half-heartedly. “Yeah, but I didn’t bring my headphones.”

She pulled her airpods from her pocket and waved them around. “Good thing I never leave the apartment without mine.” She popped them out of her case, handing one to you while she shoved the other in her own ear. Once they were connected to her phone, she scrolled through her Spotify for a song.

‘Saturn’ by Sleeping At Last started playing, and Tara watched as you visibly relaxed, allowing your shoulders to slump, before you turned to her, your eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t like this kind of music,” you said.

She shrugged. “No, but you do.”

Your eyes widened. “You remembered?”

Why wouldn’t I? “Of course I did.” I made a whole playlist full of songs you like, nerd.

You smiled shyly and wrinkled your nose, a blush tinting your skin. “You’re such a simp, Tar.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m changing the song.” Before you could get another word out, ‘Not Strong Enough’ by Boygenius was blasting through the headphones instead. You bit back a smile as the first few cords filled your ears, and Tara stuck her tongue out teasingly at you.

“Jokes on you,” you said. “I like this song, too.”

Oh, I know, she thought. It’s on the playlist.

* * *

“This feels like a kidnapping,” Tara stated as she walked around, her vision blocked out by your hands. Her own arms were waving around in front of her so that she wouldn’t walk into anything or anyone, and her feet were stumbling along as you led her to an unknown location.

“Tara, if I was gonna kidnap you, I wouldn’t have told Mindy where we were going,” you said, your voice close to Tara’s ear, and she shivered.

Wait. What? “Mindy knows? Why does Mindy know?” Why is that bitch always in the middle of my shit? Nosy fucker.

“Because she asked and I told her.” You shrugged. “Plus, I don’t have Sam’s number yet, and I didn’t want her to think I was kidnapping you, so I had Mindy tell her where we were going.”

Okay. That’s fucking adorable of her. “Well, are we almost there? I don’t love not being able to see.”

You hummed. “Two more steps.” One. Two. Tara planted her feet on the ground. “I didn’t literally mean two more,” you huffed. “But I guess this works.” You uncovered her eyes, and Tara blinked at the sudden brightness.

She looked up at the large, white building you had stopped in front of, her eyes widening and jaw dropping. “No way! This is--”

“The Museum of Moving Image,” you said, grinning at her. “I thought you might like it--”

You weren’t able to finish as Tara grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a kiss, her lips pressed against yours as she tried to express all of the gratitude and joy she had in her body. That’s it, she thought. Case closed. She’s the one.

She pulled away, smiling so hard that her dimples were showing and the corners of her eyes were crinkled. “Well, come on!” she exclaimed, tugging you toward the front door. You were still stuck in a daze, your eyes half-lidded and mouth agape. “Let’s go!”

Tara giggled as you staggered behind her through the entrance until finally regaining your footing. You tossed your arm over her shoulders and led her to the ticket booth.

“Two tickets, please,” you said to the guy working at the counter, and he smiled.

“Sure, sure.” He rang you up quickly, sliding the tickets toward you, and when you reached out to grab them, he asked, “You haven’t been here before, have you?”

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s our first time.”

He nodded, and Tara watched as his eyes flitted down, stopping at your chest for a second before glancing back up at you. “I can tell. I’m sure I’d remember a face like yours.” He winked, and she felt like throwing up.

Does he not see her arm around my shoulders? Fucking idiot. She pushed herself further into your side, scowling at him. He paid her no mind as he winked slyly, and you hummed.

“Do you have a photographic memory or something?” Your eyes widened. “That’d be so cool! I wish I had a photographic memory. It would make learning plays and poems so much easier.”

The guy looked taken aback, his eyebrows furrowing. “What? No, I’m just saying you’re gorgeous is all.”

“Oh.” You frowned. “That’s less cool.”

And this is why you date the oblivious ones, Tara thought, internally laughing at the fact that you hadn’t realized the ticket boy was flirting with you.

“We’ll be going now,” she stated, inserting herself into the conversation and taking the tickets. She didn’t spare him a second glance as she turned the two of you around.

“Well, if you need any help or anything, you know where to find me!” the guy called, and Tara scoffed.

“No thanks!”

“That was weird, I think,” you said once you were out of earshot. “I don’t really know what just happened.”

She’s such a fool. Tara glanced up at you with a smile, and you returned it easily. A cute, adorable, chivalrous fool, but a fool nonetheless.

She patted you on the back before slipping her arm around your waist. “That’s okay, babe. Don’t worry about it.” You blushed from the nickname and Tara handed your tickets to an employee, who waved the two of you in.

“So, where to first?” you asked.

* * *

For hours, Tara pulled you from exhibit to exhibit, happily answering any questions you had (there were a lot of them--your extensive knowledge didn’t stretch far beyond literature) and you listened closely, smiling whenever she ended up rambling about something.

The last exhibit was the one Tara was most excited for, and she lit up as she ventured into it, eyes jumping around the room as she scanned different artifacts from filming history. There were microphones, cameras, costumes, projectors--basically everything a film major would love.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out, tugging you toward the closest item. “This is the first ever boom microphone.”

“It’s very…big,” you said. “I thought boom microphones were smaller.”

She nodded, never taking her eyes off of the object. “They are, but they didn’t have much to work with back in the ‘20s.” She pulled away from you slightly so that she could get as close as possible. “Dorothy Arzner decided to put the microphone on a fishing rod during the filming of The Wild Party because there was too much movement on set, so any mics hidden in clothes didn’t work.”

She turned to you, grinning from ear to ear, and chuckled as you furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head at her. “And Dorothy Arzner is…?”

“She was a filmmaker back in the ‘20s and ‘30s. Plus, she was one of America’s first lesbian filmmakers.”

You hummed, stepping forward and wrapping your arms over Tara’s shoulders, pulling her back into your front. “I see. And is that why you’re so knowledgeable about Arzner’s work?”

“Somewhat.” She shrugged. “She just did so many things for film, it’s hard not to know about her.”

You giggled, and Tara felt it against her spine, her heart hammering at the sound. “I feel how you must feel whenever I talk about literature,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

I could stay like this forever, she thought. Right here, in her arms, looking at this damn microphone. “We’re both nerds, aren’t we?” she asked.

“You’re only just realizing this now?”

She pushed against you. “Shut up.” She turned in your arms, looking up at you. “You’re nerdier. You know that, right?”

You narrowed your eyes, a teasing smile on your face. “If it helps you sleep at night, then I’ll say yes.”

Tara rolled her eyes. “I’ve got something else you should say yes to instead.”

“And that is?”

Don’t stutter. Just…say it. She inhaled deeply and asked, “Be my girlfriend?”

“Wait.” You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Are we not already girlfriends?”

“Huh?”

“You told Mindy I was your girlfriend.”

Tara blushed, remembering her slip up from the other night. “I got ahead of myself when I said that.”

You grinned. “Too excited over me? You little simp.”

“If you keep calling me a simp, I’m gonna take my question back.” No I won’t. I would never.

“Sure you would, Tar.” She knows me too well. You giggled and pressed your forehead against hers. “I would love to be your girlfriend,” you said before kissing her. “‘For her own person, it beggar’d all description: she did lie--’”

“Are you quoting Shakespeare to me right now? Right now?”

You blushed. “...Yes.”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #scream 5 #scream 6 #museum tara

[jake-g-lockley]

Okay, but like imagine....clubbing/dancing with jake Lockley in a place where there is both desi and Latin American music playing. You teach each other the popular moves from your region, and Jake near suffers a stroke when nagada nagada starts playing, and you literally scream and pull out your best bhangra moves.

Please tell me if you would like to write on this because I already have made an entire Spotify playlist of the desi portion of the dance mix.

I AM HYPERVENTILATINGGG HELP

Also, Akka, I love you.

Dilliwaali Wifey (Jake Lockley x desi!reader)

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A/N: for my beautiful friend @pakhiya who has patiently waited months for me to write this :") ilysm and I hope you like this. It was challenging but so fun to write this!!

Warnings: Jake's filthy mouth ™️ (I had to, I love it), alcohol (drink safely yall)

Word count: 2.8 k

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“¡Amor! I told you not to pre-drink before we leave!” Jake gasped, snatching the tequila bottle away from your grasp.

“Baby, just one shot pleaseee…” you plead, throwing your arms around his midriff as he lifts the bottle away from you.

You knew that your husband was doing this for your own good and you loved him very much for doing so but you really liked tequila. On a daily basis, you are relatively shy and soft-spoken and reserved but when the alcohol hits your system, you have no shame and go absolutely nuts.

You and Jake loved to dance, it was one of your favorite past times together and the both of you would often collapse into each other's arms from exhaustion from the amount of dancing that you did. You would dance with him while the both of you cooked and cleaned and especially when a silly song comes on the radio or TV.

During your wedding, your parents had warned you not to bust a move in the heavy lehenga in front of your conservative relatives, but you couldn’t resist it. Not dancing at an Indian wedding? Absolutely atrocious idea. Not being able to dance at the celebration of your life? Even worse. You remember pulling Jake up with you to the dance stage and dancing till your legs gave way.

During your wedding, your parents had warned you not to bust a move in the heavy lehenga in front of your conservative relatives, but you couldn’t resist it. Not dancing at an Indian wedding? Absolutely atrocious idea. Not being able to dance at the celebration of your life? Even worse. You remember pulling Jake up with you to the dance stage and dancing till your legs gave way.

Recently, the both of you started to teach each other your favorite dance moves, just at random intervals of the day, which according to your neighbors was number two on the list of reasons why they filed a noise complaint.

“Jaan, I promise I will not make a fool of myself.” You say reaching up to get the bottle.

“Cariño, you’re my fool and I love seeing you make a fool of yourself but sometimes you get a little out of control, you know?” Jake grimaces slightly, stretching his arm higher to get out of your reach.

To say your husband gets slightly jealous is an understatement. Your mind flashes back to the time when you stood up on the bar table and started dancing for everyone, earning wolf whistles and absurd shouts that your drunk state couldn’t comprehend.

Jake had dragged you off the table and slung you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, carrying you away, shouting at the onlookers. Let's just say that you and husband are now no longer welcomed in that establishment.

“Fine, one shot, that's all, then you’re going slow on the drinks there alright?”

Now, what Jake should have done is poured out the shot for you and hid the bottle from your stupid ass. But instead, he hands you the bottle and walks into the bathroom to change. You grin at your chance and decide it was time to mess around with your husband. You pour a shot, lick the salt, down it and suck on the lime. When Jake didn’t appear, you cautiously poured another shot and repeated the steps again, eyeing the door. You sucked on the lime as you placed the bottle back and washed the shot glass.

“Ready to go?” You felt Jake’s lips on the base of your neck as he turned you around to face him. You stare at him, lime still in your mouth and he leans in and grabs the lime with his teeth, dropping it in the trash can beside you. You raise an eyebrow and you find your lips curling into a smirk.

Mhmm, what else does that mouth do, huh?

“Stop, or else date night is going to take a very different turn, amor.” Jake mirrored your smirk, putting on his newsboy cap and you rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and your heels.

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Jake watches as you open the window of the cab and let your fingers be grazed by the wind, your legs draped over his thighs. You weren’t afraid to let the wind catch your hair, blowing your curls around your face as you blissfully smell the London air. Your lips twisted in an enchanted smile as you tipped your head back.

Jake can’t help but admire you, his wife, his everything. Your love had arrived unannounced to him, like an uninvited guest to his troubled heart. He was glad you decided to stay, to shower him with all you had and he feared that his place would get taken by someone else, someone more worthy than he ever would be.

But that fear drove him to love you more, to cherish every moment you ever had with him with more fervor. With that, he would do anything and everything for you, knowing that you revolved around his little chaotic world.

By the time you and Jake had arrived at the club, you could feel the alcohol numbing your senses. Jake had yet to notice the sudden change as he led you through the doors that open up to a dance floor. You stared in awe at the size of the floor before you and turned to grin at Jake who was already looking at you with a smile on his face.

Jake pulled you towards the bar and ordered as you watched people dance. The atmosphere was exhilarating and you could feel your body wanting to move with the music as its bass courses through you. You close your eyes and let the music envelope you, swaying slightly with its rhythm, your brain voiding all the sounds of people around you.

~ Becky G - Mayores~

“Can I have this dance, senorita?” Jake’s voice cuts through your bliss and he is in front of you, offering his hand.

You raised your hand, flashing the ring that Jake had slipped onto your finger a few years ago.

“Taken unfortunately,” you frowned, playfully.

“I wonder who the lucky bastard is. Nevertheless, I bet I could do better. Care to let me try?” Jake’s lips quirked into a smile, and you feigned hesitation slightly before taking his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

Once you both were at the center, Jake spins you around and you twirl away from him but he catches your hand before you could get too far away. He pulls you towards him and you spin into his chest. Jake smirked as you kicked your leg up and let your back dip back with his supporting arm. You snap back up and search Jake’s eyes and all you see is mischief.

“Oh I can assure you that you’ll find what you’re looking for if you stare a little longer, princessa.” he leaned in and whispered, leaving tingles on your ear.

Before you could retort, he repeats the spin when you grab his opposite hand, twirling you away from him. Pulling you close again, Jake hooks his right arm under your back and left arm, picking you up and swirling you around, a move that the both of you perfected after watching a movie. A crowd starts building around you and Jake and cheers erupt around the dance floor with the move that Jake and you just pulled.

Loca

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Loca

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

“You are slightly insufferable, mystery man.” you huffed, trying to catch your breath after that move.

“Do you not like the way that I talk, dance, or hold you, hermosa? I bet your man couldn’t give you the same.” Jake steadied the both of you and grips your hips, dragging you flush against him.

“I - baby!” you squeal as he cuts you off by rapidly twirling you around. “I love it. That's why I’m saying that this would not work out.” you breathed once he steadied you once more.

Jake turns you around and you grind into him as he guides your hips to the rhythm of the music with his body, his arms and your arms crossed in front of you. As the music starts to dip to its end, you turn and Jake dips you down again, running his hand up your thigh and pulling you back.

Suddenly, you were interrupted by a sharp ring and Jake groaned, slipping his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone, glaring at it.

That was one thing about dancing with Jake, you’d almost forget that he is THE Moon Knight. You dreaded the sound of his phone, always knowing that your husband would be off to somewhere, doing something entirely dangerous. He was looking at you now, brown doe eyes big and you forced a small smile.

“I gotta go take this, mi alma, give me five.” Jake said, giving you a kiss as you nod.

Adjusting was the only way you could keep up with Jake Lockley. He always promised that he’d be back, never said goodbye and so far, he has never failed to keep the promise. You try not to think about what would happen if he ever decided to break that promise but you trusted him enough to make things work.

You watch him walk quickly to the exit before making your way past a bunch of overeager dancers to the DJ’s booth where they were taking song requests.

“Hello there, desi girl!” exclaimed the DJ in an instant before you could say anything.

You squinted and leaned closer to the DJ trying to observe his features.

“Oh wow you’re desi too!” you shouted over the loud music with a huge grin on your face.

“Yes ma’am, born and raised! The name is Jay. My boyfriend owns this club! How could I help you tonight?”

Quickly, you had pushed your previous request aside and gave him a list of songs that you wanted to surprise Jake with. The DJ listed every single one of the songs down, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amazing taste! Here with anyone special today?”

“Yea! My husband. I wanted to surprise him.” you said excitedly, smiling happily at the new friend you just made.

“Well, nice meeting you, hope you enjoy your night! Your tunes will be played shortly.” Jay shouts, sending a friendly wink your way.

Your heart is warm as you make your way to the bar, glancing around for any sign of your vigilante husband. When the coast was clear, you pulled a tiny wad of cash out of your bra and signal for the bartender.

“Tequila! Sat!” you giggle at the Good Doctor reference you made and waited for your shot.

After three shots of your favorite poison, you heard the blaring of the first song on your list. You smile as a group of nearby girls squeal and run to the dancefloor. One of the girls noticed you and dragged you by the arm into their gaggle.

~Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani - Dilliwaali Girlfriend~

You sang at the top of your lungs as you and the other girls acted out the famous scene from Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani.

Tere liye hi to signal tod taad ke

Aaya dilli wali girlfriend chhod chhaad ke

Ho tere liye hi to signal tod taad ke

Aaya dilli wali girlfriend chhod chhaad ke

Clearly the girls around you knew the choreography too as all of you matched your dance moves to the lyrics of the song. As the song speeds up, you swung your hips harder and shimmied your chest to the beat. There were claps and hoots from everyone around you and your dance group grew larger by the second.

You found yourself laughing and dancing with one of the girls as your arms fly around rhythmically. Your eyes suddenly caught a man staring at you from across the dancefloor and you knew you were in trouble when you saw the smirk curled onto his lips.

Jake watched with dark eyes and a knowing smile as you danced theatrically to your favorite song in the middle of the dance floor. He knew that you had been sneaking drinks with the way your arms and legs moved in sync. The man could read body language like it was an open book and the way your face lit up was a telltale sign that you had been drinking a little more than you should have.

Fortunately for you, Jake had a major weakness, and when you used it against him, it rendered him completely useless. You lowered your head and looked at him through your lashes, winking before throwing your head back in a laugh. It's a move that definitely got him to his knees and friendly anger surged through him as he shook his head.

The song changed and you beckoned Jake towards you with your index finger. You gulped as your husband walked towards you like a predator that was threatening to pounce. For a man who never fails to buy you flowers every Sunday, he sure looked scary.

~Jalebi Baby - Tesher~

He surprised you slightly by kissing your forehead and smiling at you. You looked up at him questioningly and he just shrugged.

“What? I married a stubborn woman. Ain’t nothing I can do about that, because I love that about you.” he said, cupping your face and sliding a hand onto your waist.

“Besides, I just want you to be safe, amor. I also know how to solve this issue, you know, for at least nine months and a little more.” he said smirking.

“Nine months? That's weirdly specif-'' you thought as Jake led you closer to the center of the dancefloor.

oh-

That son of a bitch.

Everybody tryna figure out your recipe

I'm just tryna get a piece, baby

I know that you wanna get crazy, crazy

Shawty, take it slow then cheti, cheti

Ban ja tu meri, Jalebi Baby (Ayy)

Grabbing your hips, your brain swam and you swooned as Jake pulled you closer to him till your back was flush against his chest. He slotted his face in your neck and you brought your hand up to run it through his curls and pulled his cap off, putting it on your head instead as Jake busied himself with moving the both of you to the rhythm of the music.

Jake spun you around and you gasped, placing your hand onto the cap to keep it from flying away. He pulls you close and bumps your shoulder as you nod understanding his little motion. The both of you burst into your best bhangra moves, something you had taught him when the both of you first heard this song.

I know the things, the things that you like

Your arms are out and above your head, thumbs and index fingers pressed together as you and Jake hop to the beat of the music, the classic dhamaal move, switching to the simple tap step, bedi and coming back to the dhamaal as the music drops.

Jake grabs your hand again as the second verse starts mouthing the words as you laugh and dance freestyle with him, and at that moment, it was just you, him and the music. The rest of the club had disappeared around you and all you could see was the stars in your husband's eyes and feel his energy emitting through your soul.

I know the things, the things that you like

You smile at Jake as he lifts you up and kisses you, and you know then that you’d give anything to feel this feeling over and over again.

Translations:

Amor: Love (Spanish)

Jaan: Sweetheart (Hindi)

Cariño: Sweetheart (Spanish)

Senorita: Miss (Spanish)

Princessa: Princess (Spanish)

Mi alma: My soul (Spanish)

Bhangra: Bhangra is a type of traditional folk dance of Punjab, originating in the Sialkot area of Punjab, Pakistan. It is done in the season of harvesting. According to Manuel, bhangra is especially associated with the vernal Vaisakhi festival

Dhamaal: Bhangra move where you hop from one foot to the other with your arms above and in front of you

Bedi: Bhangra move where you skip from one foot to the other while your arms move in a circular movement from beside you to in front of you (horizontally)

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[hope-for-the-best-98]

When You Feel Insecure (Eddie Munson X Reader)

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Summary: Eddie helps you when you're feeling insecure about yourself.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), fingering, piv, mirror sex, dirty talk, drabble heavily implies reader has insecurities about her appearance. (Please let me know if I have missed anything).

A/N: Work's been pretty hectic right now, so not writing as much as I want. But I am still (very slowly) making progress with the next chapter of Study Sessions, so please don't think I've abandoned it! But enjoy this little smutty drabble that has been taking up my brain the last week or so. I've discovered I am very out of practice with writing smut, so please be gentle with me...

You bought the dress months ago, a pretty off-the-shoulder red number that you fell in love with straight as you saw it in the store window. You only needed a few words of encouragement from Eddie to take the leap and buy it. 

Red’s your colour, sweetheart. And I think it would look really good on the floor of my bedroom, and your bedroom, my van too…

But now as you stand in front of your mirror, adjusting the neckline and trying to pull the bottom of it past your knee, you feel… Wrong in it. You’re thinking this would be the one, the confidence booster you have been craving for the last couple of days. You didn’t want to wear a basic pair of trousers and a blouse for Wayne’s birthday meal. You want to make an effort, look nice in something that wasn’t your work uniform or a band shirt you wear to Eddie’s gigs. You just want to feel beautiful. Something to make you feel right in your skin again. 

You hear a knock at the door and you wipe under your eyes to catch the unshed tears before they fall. “Come in.”

Eddie pushes the door open slowly, presenting you with that shit eating grin like he always does. He’s even made an effort to look presentable for the dinner. Dressed all in black, wearing his signature leather jacket that you steal at any chance you get. “Hey, baby. You nearly ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m just…” You sigh quietly, pulling at the fabric hugging your waist. “Finishing up.”

He nods his head, wolf whistling at you as he approaches. “You look perfect, Angel. We’ve gotta meet Wayne at the restaurant in like twenty minutes, so if you’re nearly ready-”

“I know, Eddie!”

“Hey, hey…” He soothes, gripping your bare shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug him off, turning away from him as you reach back for the zipper. “I hate how I look in this stupid dress. I don’t know why I bought it.”

“You’re kidding, right? Like, you’re totally fucking with me? Is this like a boyfriend test or something?”

You glare at him over your shoulder. “Just help me with the zipper. I need to…” You trail off, looking at your clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. “Find something else to wear. ”

You turn to face the mirror as he steps behind you, sighing quietly as you feel his fingers on the back of your dress. You wait for him to unzip it the rest of the way, but instead he pulls the zip back up and pats your back.

“Eddie, we don’t have time for this-”

He shushes you, pulling your hair back so he can kiss your neck. “We’ll make time. Now, just listen to me. Really listen to me.” He looks at you in the reflection of the mirror. “Got it?”

You huff, but lean back into him anyway. “Fine.”

You see him smile into your neck before trailing his lips up to your jaw. “Good. Now look at yourself in the mirror.”

You turn your head to look at him, your brow furrowing as you chew on your bottom lip. You’re not sure why you suddenly feel so nervous, especially in front of Eddie. The person who you trust, confide in, who looks at you like you’re the only person that matters. But you sometimes struggle with being vulnerable, even with the people you can be vulnerable with. Especially on days like these, when you just wanna crawl into a hole and be forgotten about.

Eddie notices your hesitation and he kisses you gently. “Please?”

“Okay.” You whisper, turning to face the mirror and catching Eddie’s eye in the reflection.

“Not me.” He mumbles into your ear, a hand reaching up to grip your jaw gently. “You.”

You reluctantly meet your own eyes in the mirror and sigh.  “Now what?”

“I don’t like it when you think about yourself like this. Do you know how beautiful you are?”

You feel your cheeks start to burn from the simple words. “Eddie-“

His runs his thumb across your bottom lip, silencing you. “I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, right? Make me the luckiest guy in the world. And you’re so fucking… Hot.”

He slides his hand down your neck slowly, and slips it into the neckline of your dress, his fingers grazing the top of your strapless lace bra. “Fuck, you wearing a treat under here for me later, huh?”

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moan as his fingers graze against one of your pebbled nipples. “Was suppose to be a surprise.”

“Jesus Christ.” He groans into your ear, pulling his hand out of your dress and placing it back on your waist. “Matching pair of panties under there too?”

“M-maybe you should check…”

“Yeah, maybe I should.” His hands run down your waist, his knees bending slightly as he touches the inside of your thighs. He grips the bottom of your dress, bunching it up in his hands and pulling it up slowly. “Hold it up for me, sweetheart.”

You do it with no hesitation, your shaky hands holding it against your stomach as you and Eddie make eye contact in the mirror. “Fuck, black lace? All for me?”

“All for you.” You whisper, gasping quietly as his hand dips into the lace fabric of your underwear, zeroing in on your clit almost instantly.  You gasp, reaching down to grab onto his wrist. “Oh fuck.”

“God, you’re already wet. Drenching my fingers and I’ve barely even touched you yet. That’s so hot, baby, so fucking hot. I wish you knew how beautiful you are all the time. In the mornings, in your work uniform,” he moans quietly into your ear, “when you wear one of my shirts and nothing else.”

Your chest is pounding, feeling anxious and heated at the same time. You have been on edge all day, but with each swipe of Eddie’s fingers, the frustration seems to melt away, a blinding pleasure that leaves you gasping taking its place.

“I just- sometimes-“ You whimper as he presses down harder, his rough fingers rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. “Sometimes I just don’t… Feel good in my skin. That maybe you won’t… Find me attractive on days like these.”

“Just feel what you do to me, baby.” He grabs your hand and presses into the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Drive me crazy. Like you put a damn spell on me or something. And I think if I don’t fuck you right now, I might just die.”

“But-“ You bite back a moan as he easily slides his middle finger into your cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit. “The dinner…”

“I’ll be quick, baby. Promise. You’re soaked already. Won’t take long.”

You nod, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Bed?”

“I think we should stay right here. The dress is staying on too.” He presses a wet kiss into your cheek before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. “Hands on the mirror, and keep them there. Condom?”

You do as he says, hands resting on the wooden frame of the mirror, back arching as you keep your eyes on the mirror. “Bedside drawer. Where they always are.”

“Right.” He kisses your jaw gently. “Keep those hands on the mirror.”

You hear him rush over to the drawers, hands rummaging through to the pack of condoms you have hidden under your underwear. You know he’s making a mess of everything, images of your underwear being thrown over his shoulder in a haste. His mind seems to go blank when all of his blood rushes South. 

“Eddie, please hurry.” You beg.

“I’ve got them, baby. I’m coming.” You see him in the reflection, his broad frame taking up the space behind you. He pulls your dress up, resting it on your lower back as he tugs down your underwear. He kicks your feet apart and you hear him tear open the condom wrapper. “Ready baby?”

You nod quickly, your breath hitching as you feel his cock running through your slick folds. “Don’t tease, you asshole.”

“Just getting him wet, babe. Give me a second.” 

You exhale slowly as you feel him start to push inside, your walls welcoming the familiar feel of him. Your hold on the mirror tightens, the cheap wooden frame creaking under your grip. “Oh fuck…”

“We’ve… This has got to be a quickie, okay?” He breathes, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he moves in and out of you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of him rubbing against your sensitive walls.

“Just fuck me, Eddie. We’ll have time later.”

He chuckles quietly, one of his hands trailing down to grab your ass. “To unwrap my present properly, huh?”

“Uh huh.” You whine, body tensing as he hits that spot inside of you. “Fuck, right there. Don’t stop.”

You look at yourself in the reflection and you realise you look a mess. Makeup beginning to smudge; skin turning red from exertion; bottom lip swollen from your teeth sinking into it to hold in your moans. But as you make eye contact with Eddie in the mirror, his pussy drunk face sends shocks of pleasure throughout you

You moan into the inside of your arm as he speeds up, the mirror rattling against the wall with each thrust. “E-Eddie…”

“You feel so good. Taking me so damn well.” He grunts, reaching forward to cover one of your hands. He entwines his fingers into yours, gripping you tightly as he speeds up. “You gotta stay quiet, baby.”

“Just feels so good.” You mumble into your arm, clenching your eyes shut as you feel yourself getting closer. All the pent-up frustration, the bitterness you have felt for yourself from the last few days seems to disappear as Eddie snaps his hips against you. He always knows what you need, how you need it, and you love him for it.

“God, I can feel you squeezing me. You close, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” You whimper, legs shaking. “Eddie, I can’t��”

He wraps an arm around your middle, holding you against his chest as he fucks up into you. “That’s it, Angel. I’ve got you.”

You cry out and he has to cover your mouth with his hand, trying to keep you held up as your pussy tightens around him, and he follows behind you with only a few more thrusts. He buries his face into your hair and you stumble forward, your forearms catching you from falling face first into the mirror. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He whispers, reluctantly pulling out of you with a groan.

“Don’t be.” You chuckle breathlessly, looking over your shoulder at him. “That was totally worth being late to dinner for.”

He smiles down at you, his hands reaching for your waist to turn you around. He rests his forehead against yours, staring down at you. “Don’t you ever think about yourself like that, okay? You’re perfect just like this.”

You bump your nose into his gently. “Thank you for taking care of me, Munson.” 

He grins, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “Anytime, baby. You still up for dinner?”

“After that?” You grin. “Definitely.”

“Good.” He steps back and takes off the condom, throwing it into your bin before tucking himself back into his underwear and buckling up his belt. “I’ll meet you downstairs. Let you get ready with no more interruptions from me.”

You chuckle quietly, hand resting against the wall as you regain your breath. “Okay hot stuff.”

“And stay in that dress.” He says sternly by the door, pointing at you. “Your ass looks killer in it.”

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #stranger things #fanfiction #eddie munson smut

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Please don't apologise for the rant!

It was an interesting read and everything you said made a lot of sense!

I feel really disappointed with the direction jungkook's taking tbh. His album and solo projects were the ones I was looking forward to the most since the second bts announced their hiatus and the fact that they were all going to release solo projects.

But now it's less than a month before his album debut and I'm hardly looking forward to it at all, because none of it seems to be the kind of music I could vibe with (even though his solo songs under the bts label were my favourites lol. I recognise that's a me problem but it does feel like outside of twitter a lot of people feel this way, more so than with the other members' solo works).

That might change once we receive the name of the tracks and the features and stuff, but we'll see.

Also, I think releasing 3D was honestly a bad idea because of the timing. Seven was (and is still) doing REALLY well. Super catchy, most people loved it, and it WAS new and unexpected. but the focus shifted a bit to 3D, except not everyone focused on the main version, and you can tell it's not gonna be as big of a hit.

You also mentioned on another post how the concept photos for golden appear to be very similar to seven and 3D and I can't agree more.

When you do the same thing more than once in a short period of time in a row, the hype becomes a little less because the surprise/anticipation factor is less, y'know?

Idk, I'm aware Jungkook was chilling and enjoying his break (and good for him) but that did mean he got less time to release a lot of content, so the whole idea of trying to release 2 big singles and then an album in 5 months doesn't seem like a good idea.

they could've kept it at one single with a lesser known artist (everything you pointed out about Latto is true)

and then released his album 5 months later with a slightly different vibe. Because now by the time 3D will become more accepted and more known by the general public, his album will release and the focus will be on the title track.

The timing and really everything surrounding 3D was bad all round (except for the alternate version and the performance for that because I agree it was 100 times much better)

Sorry I feel like I'm being far too negative and that frustrates me as well, I just...Jk has so much potential and is such a great singer but some of these decisions I feel won't properly help him in the long run, you know?

And especially knowing the album will likely follow the same formula as well. But he's accomplishing what he said he wanted so I guess that's something.

No, you aren't being too negative! If you are, I am too, and you're being more positive than me! The timing with 3D did suck. If you just think of it as a "gift" for the fans who were waiting for more music, then it didn't suck. From a business perspective, it wasn't the best move. The main issue was really the feature imo (though 3D's sound was never going to make a splash). Had 3D been announced as a solo, there would've been some of that shock/surprise factor and a lot more anticipation since we're all waiting for a real solo release. That would've been something to look forward to and to generate hype. A better MV would've helped too. At least 3D is kinda helping Seven in the charts...? It's gone number 1 on Spotify Global twice ever since 3D came out haha.

I'm really hoping that the album will surprise me! Tbh, boring concept photos are a BTS thing. It probably doesn't just happen to them, but I think Dynamite and Butter were the last eras to have exciting promo pics that had everyone talking about them. The concept/promo pics for Proof, for example, were super boring imo. I didn't even care for Jimin's Face promo pics and I remember a lot of people liking them. I don't think Big Hit is the best when it comes to that.

Let's see what happens, anon!

Thanks for the ask!

#ask #bts #jungkook #text #thanks for the ask!

[talia-rumlow]

My Brother´s Best Friend - Chapter Two - The Stupid Obnoxious One!

For the next two months, you arrange everything. With Jacks help, you get most of your stuff into storage. The stuff you want to keep, anyway. The old furnitures you can sell with the house. They go with the Victorian style house. Won’t fit into a small apartment anyway. Time flies, when you have so much to do. And before you know it, you’re standing out on the sidewalk, suitcase in hand, and waiting for a cab.

You feel nervous. Are you? He’s your brother, YN! Why are you nervous? It’s not like you haven’t known him your entire life. Do you know him, really? He never told you why he left, and never came back. Why he didn’t talk to you or your mom for years. And it’s not like you can ask your mom any longer.

The drive to the airport doesn’t take long. About 20 minutes. You don’t say anything. Usually you’re pretty chatty. But not today. In about 8 hours, Jack will pick you up at JFK. And your mind is spinning around how it would be to see him again. Do you have anything in common, besides the same parents? Will you even have anything to talk about? God, when did this become so hard?

The airport is packed with people. As usual. It’s summer. Families going on vacation, screaming kids, stressed out parents. Thank GOD, this isn’t your life. You get a headache just by looking at it. How do people put themselfs through this voluntarily? Over 5 hours in a crowded plane, with a bunch of screaming kids. A BIG thank you to whoever invented Spotify and air-pods. You fish them up from your handbag, and turn the volume up. «Centuries» by Fall Out Boy blasting through the air-pods. You lean your head back, take in the music.

You’re so caught up by the music, that you don’t notice at first. But then you look up. It’s like the whole airport has come to a stand still. What is happening? You look up at the board. It’s changing rapidly. Every single flight. Big bold letters saying «CANCELLED» Every single one of them? You start to search for your flight. Please.. Please.. «CANCELLED!». Great, just fucking perfect! There goes the trip to New York!

– Great, just great…

You mutter to yourself, before turning the music off, putting the air-pods back in the box. Bye bye New York, you think to yourself before approaching the bench for your airline.

The lady behind the bench looks nervous, and stressed. You don’t blame her. Her workday just became a lot harder. Keep it cool, YN! It’s not her fault. You give her a little smile, before you put your documents in front of her.

– I’m so sorry Ms. Rollins. I’ll try to see if we can get you on another plane.

She checks her computer, and looks back at you.

– The earliest we have is next week. And that’s economy class. Would you like me to book you a seat on that one?

You close your eyes. Economy class, with screaming kids, and half drunk men with beer bellys and stinking feet. No thank you! Might as well forget the New York summer all together.

– Err.. No thank you. Just reimburse me. I’ll be fine.

No you’re not, YN! You really looked forward to this. And now you have to call your brother, and tell him you can’t come. Fuck!

– I’m really sorry, Ms. Rollins.

The lady takes your ticket, and puts some numbers into the computer in front of her.

– Do you want me to reimburse the amount into the account used to pay for the ticket?

Yeah.. Sure.. Give, Jack his money back.

– Yes. That’ll be great. Thank you.

The queue behind you starts to get longer and longer. And you can hear angry voices. You snatch your receipt and start to move towards the exit. Fish your phone up from your pocket. It’s not hard to find Jack on your list. He’s the one you talked to last. You press the call button, your mind working like crazy. What do I tell him?

– Hi sis! On the plane already?

– Err.. Something came up, Jack..

You can almost hear his disappointment, before he speaks. Great. You hurt him.

– You can’t make it?

– My flight was cancelled. They could put me on economy class sometime next week. But I can’t be stuck in an airplane for 5 hours with a bunch of screaming kids, and old ugly men who can’t hold their liquor. I’m sorry.

– Still sounding like yourself, YN! I’ll see what I can do. OK? I’ll get back to you.

– Ok, b….

He hangs up. Great. You really hurt him. You didn’t even get to say bye. Is he really that mad? Does he think you’re lying to him?

You grab a cab, and start the 20 minutes drive back home. Great. Now you’ll have to stay in that big old house all summer, when all your stuff is in storage. Perfect. Just, fucking perfect.

Just as you exit the cab, Jack calls back.

– I’m sorry, Jack. My flight really got cancelled. I’m not lying to you.

Please believe me. You almost start to cry.

– I know, sis. Take it easy. I have a friend, who is is Sacramento. He’s on his way back to New York. He said he could pick you up.

A Coast to Coast roadtrip. With a friend of Jack. In a car with a guy you don’t even know. Ehh.. You look up at the house. Well, everything is probably better than staying here.

– Sacramento? That’s about 90 minutes away. When will he be here?

You can almost hear Jacks excitement. And, is there a kind of mocking too?

– Great, YN. I know the trip will take a few days. But I’m sure you’ll do great. He’s a nice guy, really.

You take a breath. A nice guy? You know what that means.

– Which friend, Jack?

Jack laughs on the other end. He doesn’t have to tell you his name. You already know. And you curse at yourself, for agreeing to this before you knew.

– The stupid, obnoxious one!

He can’t keep his laugh in anymore.

– Jack… Please tell me you’re joking!

– Have fun, YN. Rumlow will pick you up in about an hour.

Fuck. He is like the last person you want to travel the country with. Hell, you wouldn’t even have done it if he was the last person on planet earth. You HATE him!

– I hate you, Jack!

He’s still laughing.

– I mean it! I HATE you!

– I love you too, sis!

He manage to say, before he starts to laugh again.

– If he kills me, I’ll come back to haunt you!

With that, you hang up the phone. Not even bothering to say goodbye. You put your phone back in your bag, and unlock the door. Better bring some books along. You won’t survive this trip if you can’t drown in your music, and put your nose in a book. You’re NOT going to talk to him, for sure.

Your phone lights up, with a message from Jack. «Have fun, YN! You can thank me later!»

– Fuck you, Jack.

You mutter to yourself, before putting a stack of books in your bag.

@nekoannie-chan

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[bluejayblueskies]

If you're still doing the end of year fanfic ask thing; 13, 18 and 21?

fanfic end-of-year asks

13 - favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

the technical answer to this is probably the heavy rain/no thunder spotify track i write to 99% of the time asdlgkjagl BUT i did also spend a weird chunk of time listening to this song in particular while writing whisky lol

18 - current number of wips

oh gosh. including both posted and unposted wips, i've got

malevolent:

whisky

tattoo john

timeloop fic

tma:

SUU

10000 flowers

fata morgana

tim no eyes oops

Bad Gender Feelings

magic poetry

therapy somewhere else

bad martin feelings

more bad martin feelings (poetry specific)

moulin rouge au (does it count as a WIP if i've abandoned it?)

time travel fic

so 14 WIPs! i intend to finish at least 7 of those (all the malevolent ones plus 10000 flowers, fata morgana, tim no eyes oops, and magic poetry). the rest very well may float in the ether for all eternity 😅

21 - most memorable comment/review

ohhhhh gosh this is hard because i keep all the comments i get close to my heart 💜 i think it's a tie between the comments from anonymous commenter 'oh my' on whisky (if you're seeing this your comments are so lovely and i cherish them greatly 💕), the occasional new comment i'll get on it will be this, always talking about how the fic helped them resolve their feelings about s5 (which was why i wrote it so i love seeing it help other people!) (AO3 user Random_Reviewer left a comment like this that is so <3 <3 <3 to me), and comments on my aspec stuff talking about how it's helped people realize that they're aspec, come to terms with their aspecness, or just see parts of themselves in my writing (i got one from an anonymous reviewer on my aro!martin fic in the reciprocal a month or so ago that made me 🥰)

i know that's not a specific comment but! idk! i have a hard time picking the most memorable because i just love them all <3

(also! while i'm here talking about comments: i know that i'm absolutely terrible at replying to them, but if you're reading this and you've ever left a comment on one of my works, please know that i love and appreciate you SO MUCH and i've probably read your comment multiple times and gushed over it repeatedly. i have a hard time finding the words to reply to them in a genuine and meaningful way [SO sorry if you've ever left a question in a comment, i try to reply to those but sometimes i forget, feel free to send me a message asking the question again if i don't reply, my brain is a sieve lol] but i do love everyone's feedback 💕 yall are the reason i share my work and the reason i get so excited to write new things, and i appreciate you all 🥰)

#ask #sqwormywormy #i also cherish any and all tumblr tags left on my writing #i just forget to screenshot them so i can't look back on them ;___; #i also look at bookmarks (even though that can come back to bite authors sometimes bc not everyone realizes that bookmarks are #public unless marked private) #and whenever people put down a little note that they want to reread one of my fics i just. hhhh 🥺💕 #ask game

[mmorgwear]

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[neopuppy]

Quiet Down (M)

Preview: 3000 follower request(I am 4000 followers late on this. in conclusion…love you all!😬💙)

Renjun’s crying out moans, again. No amount of pillows shoved against your ear can drown out his pretty pained sounds. The clock on your nightstand glows red bright numbers, 3:37am. He’d been going at it for two hours now, no way his dick wasn’t rubbed raw. The fleshlight you brought home from work clearly wasn’t getting him off. The nipple clamps, personal massagers, vibrating cock rings, nothing could make him cum.

Pairing: Renjun x female reader

Word Count: 5k+

Genre: bodyswap-ish AU, pwp, M/F, *gasps* and they were roommates, sex shop worker reader, one shot

Smut Warning: mentioned use of sex toys, masturbation, ass play, a plethora of cum, switching

a/n: pretend I posted this last month🫂💙

Renjun’s your run of the mill stereotypical manic pixie dream boy. A psych major working part-time at a musty antique shop. That’s where you first met him as you scoured through crates of vinyl records in hope of finding reasonably priced classics.

“There’s a pretty large crack on that one.” he hovers at your right. Polishing off a set of shabby gold candlesticks mindlessly. Focused more on the records you’ve set aside. “It doesn’t play too well honestly.”

“It’s $2, and it’s Bowie. Just having it in my collection would be enough.” You’re brazen with your response. Lifting the tattered record up to catch sunlight. Dinged up at every corner, but nothing could ruin the image of Bowie with lustrous wavy locks ending just at his breast. A long silk dress exposing just a tease of skin on his chest. It’s still worth displaying.

“Not much of a listener then?” The guy scoffs. Picking up the five albums you’ve compiled. “Bowie, Velvet Underground, Joy Division. These are fantastic choices.” He blinks in approval. Nodding and setting them back down before aiming you with a disappointed look.

“It’s unfortunate you won’t be listening to them.”

“Excuse me?” You hiss a bit ticked off. Familiar with this type of ‘dreamy too-good-for-you-with-my-superior-taste-in-music’. Evidently prideful for being a huge nerd that sucks the fun out of enjoying a masterpiece for what it is. “I will have you know I stream all of these artists on Spotify daily!”

“Pfft.” He cackles, dismissing your reply with an uninterested wave. “Streaming?! Most of these people are dead! They don’t care about Billboard numbers or views. The only proper way to listen to the originals is how the music Gods intended.”

He shoves against your side, the snug fitted jean jacket adorned with pins rough on your skin. In spite of his dainty features, he exudes more of an arrogance and lack of self-doubt. Hoisting out a record buried deeply in the crate. You can’t help but concentrate on his lips pouting together to blow it clean. Dust flying around him celestially, even that working in his favor.

“Now this.” He faces you smiling wide. Irises glinting from sunlight entering the large window front, streaking across the front of the store. Painting his skin with vibrant shimmering golds, near envious he didn’t even need a stitch of makeup to achieve that.

“You cannot appreciate the beauty of agony until you listen to this on a proper record player.” He states boldly. Holding a beat up copy of Morrissey ‘Viva Hate’. “He sings absolutely miserably. As if the jaws of life are crushing his balls. Nothing humbles me faster than a grown man apologizing unashamed on repeat.”

With a jerk of his head, he struts away with the album under his arm. Leading you to a section filled with ancient boomboxes, CD players, an 8-track even.

“What are you? A Pitchfork journalist?” You leer, rolling your eyes. Of course a prick like this would have a raging boner for Morrissey. Could this interaction get anymore predictable?

“Oh please, don’t offend me in such a way.” He shoots you a smirk. Sparing you a judgemental glance up and down. “Miss Y2K depop revival.”

“Excuse me?!” You screech. Purse just about flying from beneath your arm to smack him across the head. With his stupid short trimmed black as a starless night sky shody hair dye job.

Renjun shushes you with an index finger squishing his plump lips. With a gentle pry, he tugs out the record, blowing more dust away as he holds it up proudly. He squints, setting the needle down with precision. The sound of guitar and drums rise in tempo. Everyday is Like Sunday emits from the record player.

Renjun’s arm rolls out in extension toward you, palm opened asking you to dance. Snorting you accept it, led into an awkward hip shimmying movement.

“There’s so much more to the music when you listen to it like this.” He hums, twirling hip to hip against you to the beat.

“Sure. Whatever you say.” You laugh just to entertain his musical elitism. Stumbling into his feet as you glance toward a wall decorated with worn down clocks. “Shit, I have to clock-in soon.”

Renjun pauses with a lifted brow, lips thinned with slight hesitation. “..y-you work across the street right?”

“I-..yes.” With a squint you fix him with a hardened gaze. Setting your hands on your hips for extra intimidation. “So, you’re a creeper too huh?”

He scoffs, moving to stand behind the counter and man the register. Not that any customers were around besides you. Pointing toward the window, he directs you to his view. The store across the street with blacked out windows and no sign of life. More deathly and mysterious than it should be for a sex shop.

“People watching is part of the job. I see you running to work every morning, you dropped your coffee yesterday, right there.” He nods, wiggling his index finger to the pavement outside. “I’m no lip reader, but I’m pretty sure you shouted out a string of profanities after.”

“Pft…I’ve never noticed you here before.” You retort, adjusting your purse to head out and run across the street.

“Yea well..” the guy behind the counter shrugs, ignoring the feeling of disappointment. “I’m Renjun, by the way. I’m the dude working in this antique shop somedays. Not creepy at all, but entertained by daily mishaps I get to watch for free through the window.”

“Renjun..” you repeat his name. Toying with each letter at the tip of your tongue to find a taste. Your stomach growls. A reminder you decided to forgo a meal today in favor of shopping. “I gotta go, rents due you know?”

“Oh, I know.”

“I believe it was Morrissey who said- I was looking for a job and then I found a job. Heaven knows I’m miserable now.” You shrug, pointing a thumb over your shoulder to the exit. “Would you set those records aside for me? Can’t afford to have my manager on my case for missing time again.”

“Will you be back?” Renjun pipes up, standing on the tips of his toes to watch you exit.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll swing by tomorrow!”

That’s the first time you encountered Renjun. Returning to the store for days to come, until he finally suggested you eat lunch with him.

“It’s not a date.” That’s what he said after offering up space to eat by his side at the register counter. “Just thought you’d prefer to eat here than around a bunch of dildos.”

“We don’t just sell dildos.” You explain, picking at grapes that were already smushed after only purchasing them 4 days ago. “There’s DVDs, lubricants, protection— of course, stimulants..”

With a knowing look, you nudge his shoulder, bouncing a brow- “Fleshlights.”

“Am I supposed to know what that is?” Renjun seems to show genuine confusion. “I’ve never actually been in there so..”

“Are you serious? Oh, well..” you stop to think, snapping your fingers. “Girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?” Renjun questions back, choking on water he’d been sipping. “No, not…not for a while now. Got out of a long-term relationship about 6 months ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You cringe a bit, tapping his upper arm. “Hey me too! I mean..single life. All the more of a reason you should come by the store. I’d be screwed without my jackhammer rabbit 5900 g-spot stimulator.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised at all you talk this openly about masturbation with someone you barely know huh?”

“I know you better than 97% of the clientele asking me for dildo circumference measurements and if I’ve had any experience myself with any of the toys.” You say, unbothered. “You had no problem giving me an unwarranted music lesson the other day, did you?”

“I see your point.” Renjun agrees. “So, what is a fleshlight?”

“Like a pussy pocket for your dick.”

Setting down his sandwich, Renjun turns bodily to face you. “Let’s save this discussion for when we aren’t still digesting?”

“I see your point.” You mock, repeating his words with a laugh. “Well, in other devastating news. My roommate ruined my day already.”

“What did they do?” He questions. Covering his mouth politely to not display a mouth full of bread.

“Left me a note saying they’ve decided to move back in with their parents and uphauled all of their belongings while I worked yesterday.” You groan. Crumbling up an empty bag of chips aggressively. “As if I can afford to cover the entirety of 2 bedroom rent..”

“Oh what? Dude that’s fucked up..” Renjun replies with a frown. Drumming along the counter now that his sandwich has disappeared inside the depths of his stomach. “This might be..this is a silly suggestion actually.”

“What is it?” You encourage him to speak up.

“I have a spare room. Leased this place with my ex before we..yeah..”

“So, what you’re saying is??” You prod him, hopeful. “In need of a roomie? possibly? Maybe?”

“I mean..” Renjun looks away nervously. Scratching at his nape with a hint of smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “It’s $900 a month if we split, water and gas are covered.. I have wifi?”

“$900?!?” You nearly jump up. “In comparison to the $2500 I would have to cough up miraculously?”

“God, where do you live? A fucking luxury apartment or something?”

“Listen.” You grunt, waving him off. “$900 sounds too good to be true. When can I move in?”

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It started off great. Too good to be true even. Renjun is an amazing roommate. He cleans up after himself. He vacuums like a lunatic due to dust irritation clogging his throat after long shifts at the antique shop. He cooks up astounding breakfasts and offers to make you coffee whenever you’re fighting a race against time.

There’s only one problem. Renjun can’t cum.

Why is this a problem? At first you think he’s having nightmares. Night after night tossing and turning in the bedroom next to yours, separated only by a thin wall. He cries, he whimpers, the sounds of his fist beat down on pillows.

With a poor attempt at minding your own business, you decide to approach his door. Gently dragging your knuckles down with a lazy knock. Renjun goes silent, nothing but ragged harsh breathing passing between the thin cracks.

“Yes?” He questions warily.

Your head drops forward, groggy and half-asleep. “Is everything okay?”

Renjun takes a minute to reply. Sounds of shuffling and rumpled up blankets move around. His throat clears before he lets you know ‘everything is fine’. For you to go back to bed.

The morning following, everything is not fine. Renjun’s avoiding your gaze. His face buried between a textbook mumbling something about a ‘big research assignment he’s been putting off’. The creases under his eyes are extra deep today. The rims reddened and skin appearing duller than usual.

“Get any sleep last night?” You ask, pouring a coffee into a mug while stifling a yawn. Renjun flinches at the question, his eyes snapping up to look at you.

“I-…is that my shirt?” He frowns. The end of his pen lifted to point at the baggy t-shirt you left in your hamper, maybe on purpose. Washing up Renjun’s clothing with yours whenever you have time.

“Oh..” you act dumb, lifting the garment off your torso with a pinch. “Is it? Must have gotten it mixed up with my stuff. My bad.”

“That’s a vintage Echo & The Bunnymen 1989 tour t-shirt. Please..” Renjun gulps, his forehead creasing with frustration. “Please take it off.”

“No, yeah, sorry I will.” You nod, blowing steam from your cup before taking a sip. Eyes falling shut with relief from the taste of caffeine.

“Right now!” Renjun startles you, coffee nearly spilling from your hold. “Don’t! You’re gonna stain it!”

“Dude, chill!” You snap, putting down the mug to rinse off your scolding fingers that were splashed with boiled liquid. He stands with a stomp, slamming the textbook shut.

“No! That shirts really important to me!” He lets out a whiny shout. Surprising you even more, with a click of your tongue you reach for the hem.

“Fine! Jesus christ, you keep me up all night with..whatever that was! Now you’re just acting insane over a fucking shirt.” You mumble between stripping it off. Catching on your jaw as you try to tug the neckline free from your head. Renjun assisting, without actually assisting, by snatching the garment away hard enough to make you nearly lose your balance.

“Dude, what is wrong with you!” You screech, wide eyed. Fight or flight instinct quickly taking over in response to his sudden abrasive behavior.

“Just…” looking away, Renjun grabs his textbook. Clutching it to his chest with the shirt. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“So what? You get to throw a tantrum and expect me to be cool with it?!”

“No no..” he backs away a few steps. Sighing in defeat with a slump in his spine. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m..I’m exhausted. I didn’t get any sleep last night. I have to apologize about that.”

“Is it insomnia? Nightmares?” You start to speculate again. “Have you tried melatonin yet?”

“It’s..it’s not that..” Renjun chews at his lower lip deep in thought. “Can I ask you something? With your job, maybe you have more knowledge on this..”

“My job?” You wonder, standing up straight. Undeterred on full display before him in nothing but your underwear. Other than the occasional shiver passing through you from the opened windows. “What’s up?“

“It’s kind of personal..”

“Dude come on, just spit out. I used the bathroom right after you the other day, and you did not spray. We’re past personal at this point.” You say. Reminding yourself to make it a rule to light a damn candle in that bathroom.

“I think. I think.. I’m impotent.” Renjun sighs. Lowering his chin to his chest with shame. “Or, I don’t know actually. My doctor said I’m way too young but, I..I can’t. I haven’t been able to..”

He drifts off, swallowing dryly. Feeling like the one exposed despite your current appearance. With a curious gaze you step closer.

“You can’t get off?” As you say it outloud, it makes sense. The heavy panting, cursing, whimpering. The faint sound of skin on skin. He’s jerking off with no outcome every night. No relief.

“I haven’t been able to..” Renjun drifts off, blush rises up his cheeks. “Since we broke up. My ex and I, maybe it’s depression? We were together for such a long time.”

“Ahh.. your dick is depressed.” You say with a snap of your fingers. “I can fix that.”

Renjun stiffens, aiming you with a shocked stare, frazzled as he sputters- “W-what?!”

Looking over your very bare figure, he squeaks nervously. “You?!”

“Not like that!” You scoff, following his sight to look yourself over with a shrug. “You wish.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I mean, this is a common issue!” You start to explain. Recalling many customers who have come into the shop facing the same problems. To sad to fuck after their lovers have left them.

Renjun listens to your various stories of men coming in from all age ranges asking for advice on how to revamp their sex drives.

“There was this firefighter, he ended up loving this blow-up doll… Another time this attorney had just been really stressed out from a case. Couldn’t get it up no matter what. Vibrating anal beads ended up doing the trick.”

Renjun throws in an occasional ‘mmphh’ turning back to focus on stirring a fresh cup of coffee.

“Don’t worry about it dude, we’ll have you blasting cum on every wall in here in no time!” You exclaim proudly. He chokes on his coffee, spitting it out onto the counter with a cough. “Exactly, just like that!”

————————————————-

“God, you kept me up all night.” You whine. Rolling your forehead on the chilly kitchen countertop. Silently chanting for caffeine to save your brain today.

Renjun’s feet pitter patter their way into the kitchen. Stirring creamer in for you, the perfect amount that he’s come to figure out you like. Tapping at your shoulder, he quietly apologizes. “Your coffees ready.”

“Mm thanks.”

“Vibrator was interesting.” Renjun gets right to it. More comfortable with the topic now that you know everything. “Definitely felt nice..”

“But no success?”

He nods silently, sipping at the steaming mug in his grasp. “Not one drip.”

Clasping his shoulder, you encourage him with more prospects. “Some stimulating lube maybe? It tingles, might light a fire under your ass. You know..spark something to spurt out.”

Renjun seems unphased by the idea. It’s not as if anything he’s tried has worked. His pillow case and socks needed a break.

The wet cooling lubricant was a failure, of course. While your sleep schedule suffered more than ever, your roommate had become less hopeful that anything would help him. The two of you even gave up on saying ‘good night’ to each other by the third week. With increased sunken bags under your eyes, you wave him off heading to bed.

He wastes no time to start tonight. A powerful sound of wet suctioning emits between the walls seperating your rooms.

Renjun’s crying out moans, again. No amount of pillows shoved against your ear can drown out his pretty pained sounds. The clock on your nightstand glows red bright numbers, 3:37am. He’d been going at it for two hours now, no way his dick wasn’t rubbed raw. The flesh-light you brought home from work clearly wasn’t getting him off. The nipple clamps, personal massagers, vibrating cock rings, nothing could make him cum.

If you didn’t have to wake up in a few hours you’d let him continue. Slapping your hand on the thin wall you shared with your roommate with the last bit of energy left in you. A muffled ‘sorry’ coming through.

It didn’t help that you’d been picking up extra slack at work after your coworker quit suddenly. Having to also now stock and organize all of the shipment coming in.

It just so happened that a new jewelry line had arrived. Targeted to guarantee a new sexual high for you and your partner.

The bracelets description read:

‘Have you ever wanted to feel what it’s truly like to become one with your partner? Share a mind-blowing orgasm out of body experience? Tired of cumming before your partner has gotten off?

This is your solution. Wear any of our patent designs infused with pheromones and various sexually stimulated endorphins to share a one of a kind experience with your partner. A guarantee to achieve a climax stronger than you ever have before.’

How could wearing a bracelet possibly effect your sexual pleasure? It sounded silly, straight out of a cliche bad porn.

Renjun agreed with you after reading through the description. Curiously unwrapping the jewelry to get a better look at it, he clears his throat.

“I’d have to do this with someone who trusts me right?” Renjun toys with the bracelet more. Tracing some foreign wording etched along the inner part. Blinking slowly up to meet your gaze. “Someone who understands my current situation..”

It doesn’t take much to pick up what he’s alluding to.

“If you trust me enough to do this with you..”

“I do!” Renjun pipes up interrupting you. Clearing his throat he sits up with a wider stance, spreading his legs open and patting the area next to him on his bed for you. “If you’re sure about this. I’m interested in trying it..”

Taking the spot next to him, you ease down cozily. Draping your forearm over his thighs to offer up your wrist.

“You’re positive about this?” Renjun asks again. Unclasping the chain, his fingers shake as he lifts it to circle your wrist. Brows shooting up to his hairline making his eyes appear larger as he watches for your reaction.

“What’s the big deal?” You smirk, nudging your chin ahead for him to go on. “It’s just sex.”

Renjun gulps as he shuts the clasp. The chain dangles lower on your hand, loose around your wrist.

“Sex?” He repeats. Tugging at the collar of his t-shirt. “Why don’t we try something else first? Just..to experiment with it.”

“How do you like it?” You ask, maybe too eagerly. Having grown frustrated with time from lack of peaceful sleep combined with Renjun’s distressed broken cries. Even when he’d stop it’d become impossible to ignore the heat gathered between your thighs. Itching to rub yourself off to completion repeating the helpless song his pretty vocals sang every night.

“L-like..like it?” Renjun gulps. Instinctively scooting back further up the bed as you begin to mount his thighs more aggressively than he’d expected.

“Nipple clamps..” you start to list off everything you’d brought home for him. The tips of your fingers dragging circles over the hardened buds poking through the thin material of his shirt. “Those didn’t work..”

Renjun sighs, collapsing back flat against the bed with you fully straddled on his lap. The heat igniting between your legs presses to his groin. Stifling back a groan as you roll your hips down into action. “Fleshlight didn’t work..”

Quickly you unbutton his jeans to unveil the part of him your darkest desires couldn’t stop concocting dreams about.

Renjuns fingers circle your forearms to halt your movements. Using his hold on you to sit back up. He leans in close to whisper by your lips. “Since you’re the one wearing it, shouldn’t I be the one to make you feel good?”

“How are you goin—“ you gasp before finishing the question. Renjun reaches into your pajama bottoms. Slipping curious fingers between your thighs to cup around your mound. He blinks dumbfounded for a moment, pressing the material between your folds to quickly gather up moisture.

“This is weird.”

“What? Like, touching me?”

“No, I..” Renjun bites his bottom lip, taking the chance to dip beneath your panties. Smoothing the pathway lower to reach your clit. “I like touching you.”

He’s mumbling between gnawing at his lip. Hips lifting up beneath you to match the rhythm his digits work up to. Slowly drawing circles around your bundle of nerves, as if he knows exactly how it feels.

Because he does. Each rub to your clit is more precise, strategic. Working to satisfy you. Everything’s aligned from the way Renjun’s throat tightens to the staggering shared breaths traveling between you.

“Fuck, it’s too much.” He chokes out, falling to your side under his weight. He’s eager to remove your clothes. Shimmying off his boxers with renewed motivation to chase this high. Cock twitching, a gleam of pre-cum dolups on the slit where faint light hits his flesh.

“It’s working?” You ask hopefully. Renjun busy ripping at chunks of his hair with an intent gaze absorbing your naked figure.

“Something’s working, definitely.” With a tough swallow, Renjun gestures for you to spread open. Mouth gone dry at the visual of your ripe cunt begging for the taking. Hole attempting to lure him in contracting around nothing but air.

It hits harder, the smell of your arousal, the sense that he’s about to essentially fuck himself. Fuck you both the way you want and need. Lathering up two digits with a swish of spit, he stays hovering over you. Slowly stroking the wet tips of his fingers between your folds to collect the wad of wetness that’s coated your cunt.

“Shit..fuck..” Renjun groans, the arm holding him up giving out. Landing on part of your side. He slides two fingers inside, releasing a lengthy moan on your shoulder. His eyes roll up, catching your mesmerized gaze focused on his face. Digits part inside of you scissoring a way in until you’re both a mess of moans. Confused sounds muffled by heat spreading from your core to Renjun’s cock like an electric shock.

“Ah.. right there.” You whine helpless to the budding orgasm tempted to rip out of you. Renjun’s fingers begin to pump with vigor. Thumb extending to flick your clit as best he can between his own thoughts. Harder to process with a fogged up brain. “Keep doing it l-like that..”

Renjun’s nodding rapidly. His toes curl up mimicking yours. Forehead buried into the dip of your collarbone to stop himself from thrashing against you. He thrusts against your thigh releasing a high pitched whimper. Pounding the arm lodged between your thighs until you’re gripping around his knuckles with a mewling shout.

“Ohh fuck!” With a coerced arch you clench up. Arousal spills out, noisily dripping down to the bedding. Soaking Renjun’s palm, the majority of your thighs. Too lost in your orgasm to catch the sound of his shattered cries.

His cheeks are shining wet with streaks of tears. Large eyes swollen from the rough manor he squeezed them shut through your release.

“Did you cum?” You ask, cupping his cheeks with concern. Sweeping away the moist tears. With a sob his head shakes, lip wobbling despairingly. Enough pain in the way his throat cracks to know he needs more. Poor cock hard, beating red and engorged where it stands pronounced against his pelvic.

“Shh, I know baby.” With light kisses to his now warm cheeks, you get back on your knees. Maneuvering around until his back relaxes against your chest. You brush the insides of Renjun’s soft thighs, every sensation passing up your legs, racing shivers up your spine.

It’s eye rolling, mind numbing to feel every nerve flickering to life from his body to yours. Renjun left with no choice but to bend over when your hips shove forward against his bare ass. His skin is hot, smooth, supple and soft under your exploring touch. Tickling your way from his shoulders down past his waist slowly to make him contort and shiver.

“This feels so good..” you mention hazily. The tingle between your inner thighs quickens. Stroking lower to cup Renjun’s hips with a squeeze.

His head nods rapidly, cheek buried into the bedding. Neck twisted to glance at you through one eye. His gaze devastating, gracious and pleading all at once.

“Feels like..” Renjun croons. His visible eye falling shut adding an angelic touch to his already delicate features. Debauched swollen lips part open in moan as your grip switches to a rougher one. Spreading his bottom open to get a look at every inch of him.

“Anal beads didn’t work..” you spew to yourself. Grazing a pathway between his lower half. The rim flutters anxiously under your fingertips. Renjun’s waist dips, involuntarily displaying himself even more for you. “They weren’t enough for you.”

Spit wads up in the middle of your tongue, swooshing around as much as you can to trickle it slowly between your lips. Catching on your digits nestled between the crevice of his ass. Renjun lets out sounds of muffled hisses when the warmth meets his flesh.

“I’ll be enough for you.” You’re talking to yourself mostly. Lost in the way Renjun has zero visible marks on his perfect bottom. Circling his rim with the pads of your fingers.

Delivering a slap to his ass, Renjun takes the message to move. Laying down with his head landing near a stack of pillows.

He’s watching you with half-lidded eyes. Laid out beneath you with no will left to take over. Cock painfully hard by now, he needs to cum.

With your nails dragging up the sides of his thighs, you settle between him. Hooking onto the backs of his knees to get his legs up. Mounting him until you’re perfectly lined up to fuck him. It’s a new position for you, one you’d normally enjoyed from below. Taking the reign to ensure a climax for the both of you.

It’s hard at first, slowly inching down Renjun’s length to control yourself. Allowing him to feel every feeling of the passageway that would lead him to relief.

“Holy shit.” You mutter, chest rising and falling at a high speed. Pushing at the pits of his knees until he grabs onto them with sweaty fingers. Struggling to contain himself as you start to work down on him.

“Oh my God.” Renjun pants, head twisting side to side. Every muscle in his chest twitches with adding pressure on his lungs folded up like this. Each stroke of his length feels like a jolt of nerves struck all at once. Fucked down harder into the bed as your movements grow erratic. Thrusts turn messy the faster you try to bounce up and down above him.

“C-close..” you manage to grit out. Renjun nods, repeating a gurgled sound from deep inside his throat. Arms gone limp dropping his legs to your sides. Fucked up the bed roughly while you shake uncontrollably. Fisting the pillow behind his head with a scream held back with pursed lips. Pulling off with a painful moan as your orgasm spills out, trickling down weaker this time.

Renjun finds your wrists. Burying his nails into your skin painfully. Every bone in his body gone rigid. He’s screaming near animalistic. Cock bouncing up and down as long strings of white cum shoot out. Chest covered in the ropes of sticky heedy release.

“Fuck, fuck!” Renjun had a point.

Maybe the sound of a grown man agonizing was the most beautiful addicting sound you’ve ever heard after all.

Falling flat to his side, the room resounds with exhausted heavy breaths. When you move to stroke hair away from your face, you notice the lack of jewelry on your wrist. Renjun squints, grunting and shifting until he’s removed something beneath his back. Dangling the bracelet up for both of you to see.

“When did that come off..” he asks. Taking in the huge mess that's starting to dry up on his stomach and chest.

“It worked.” You confirm, swiping your index finger through the pool up cum gathered in his navel. Renjun squirms feeling shy and ticklish suddenly. Shy from pondering that maybe the solution wasn’t about how to get off, but who to get off with. “I’m so tired.”

“Me too..” Renjun mumbles, tossing the bracelet onto his dresser. “I’m gonna rinse off quickly. Don’t worry about falling asleep.”

Your limbs felt like deadweight in Renjun’s bed. When you wake up the next day his figure lies a few inches apart from yours. Stiffly positioned to let you know he has to be awake by now.

“Hungry?” Renjun hums, arching his brow in question. Mewling it over, you crane your neck side to side.

“Hmm, I could go for some pizza.”

Renjun scratches his chin thinking over options. “There’s that Italian place a couple blocks down that just opened?”

“Yeah. Sounds good to me.”

The two of you sit up. Renjun picking up a shirt from his computer chair, shaking it free of wrinkles. Holding it up, his lips quirk to the side.

“Hey.”

“What’s up?” You ask. Renjun tosses you his Echo & The Bunnymen vintage tour shirt.

“You should keep it.”

“What?” You question. Placing the shirt against your chest fearfully. As if the memory of him randomly losing it over a t-shirt could fade quickly.

Renjun spares a small shrug, pulling on a thin white shirt with holes. He reaches for a fitted leather biker jacket. A cool and calmed image returning to him after a night full of getting off.

“It looked good on you.” He notes, smoothing the collar on his jacket. “Better than it ever looked on me.”

“Are you sure? You seemed really attached to it..” you slowly pull the fabric over your head. Letting it drape on your figure with a glance to his closet door mirrors. It did look good on you.

“Of course..” Renjun acknowledges while checking you out. Extending his arm toward you, he gestures to take his hand. “Come on, lunch is on me.”

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Serendipity | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲: 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

Hi! This is my contribution to my first ever Anilysium collab. The prompt was band AU’s and I was very lucky to be allowed to write for Bakugou. Please check out all the other amazing creators here.

I was already late for this collab and I don’t have the balls to ask any of my friends to go through 16k of my shit so unedited/unbeta’d, pls don’t question me-

Pairing: drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sex with feelings, soft sex, unprotected sex, creampie, face-sitting, spanking, praise. As vanilla as sex can be with Bakugou~

Word Count: 16.1k.

Thank you to @/rat-zuki for making the edit in the banner for me. The emo to my goth the MCR references were for you.💕

New tweet from Y/N [5:05PM]: A brand new EP from upcoming band No Heroes, another mainstream pop-punk album to put on when you’ve finished listening to good music and you want a change.

“Mainstream pop-punk.” Bakugou reread the tweet that had flashed up on his screen, brows furrowed in irritation as he took in each word, “mainstream?”

“Aw man, I was really hoping she’d like it. She did an amazing review on Mindjack’s new song last week. He got a review with Spotify after that.” Kirishima sulked as he read the words on the screen behind Bakugou, watching the tweet slowly begin to gain hearts and retweets.

No Heroes had been a relatively small band a month ago, still playing songs in their garage as they practically pleaded for venues to let them play. Losing count of the number of shows they did for free as they tried to make a name for themselves. It helped that they had managed to gather up a cult online following to try and reach their dreams, hundreds of loyal fans finding them online as they began streaming their music and begging the men to play in their town. The first twenty-four hours of their latest album release had gone perfectly, rave reviews appearing all over the internet about this new band dominating the scene. 

All except the one that you’d just posted.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ message her.” Bakugou snarled, fingers already moving to click onto your profile picture, a crowd shot from a live music venue.

“Kats, you can’t make a burner account to send her shit, dude. She’ll work it-“

“Burner? Who the fucks makin’ a burner I’m just gonna message her.” Bakugou’s fingers were already clicking the touchpad roughly, following the link to your private messages on Twitter.

Kirishima hovering over his best friend as he watched his digits angrily jab at the keyboard, wincing at the unforgiving plastic as it quaked under his aggressive touch.

“I don’t think you can say that, man. I mean- she is entitled to her opinion. And didn’t you see the review New Noise gave us? It was glowing.” Kirishima pressed a reassuring palm to Bakugou’s shoulder that was swiftly shrugged away.

“She’s entitled to her opinion, but it’s fuckin’ wrong.” Remaining hunched over the laptop as he finished composing his message before clicking send.

Flopping down onto your bed after a long day you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check your notifications, preparing to clear out your inbox of any unsolicited messages. Most from fans of you, or fans of the bands you reviewed. Rolling your eyes as you noticed a slew of new private messages from multiple people, a lot seemed to have the signature No Heroes profile pictures so you knew exactly why they were messaging. Clicking onto one of the top ones as you opened the message to read its contents.

New reply from N0HER0EZ [5:10PM]: No Heroes are amazing and I think you need to give the album another review because you clearly didn’t listen to it.

Shaking your head as you moved to click the next one, already preparing for a similar message when you noticed their profile picture was the lead singer of No Heroes.

New reply from DYNAMIGHTNH [5:10PM]: No Heroes are the best band to ever exist and they don’t need your stupid reviews for validation.

Deciding to just clear out your inbox of the rest of the messages as you kept clicking through, swiping your thumb across your screen to delete each one. Your hand lingering over the glass screen at the sight of one in particular

New reply from OfficialDynamight [5:11PM]: Are you listening to the right fucking album? You can’t call us mainstream pop-punk when your favourite artist is Mindjack. I’d hate to see your Spotify playlist.

You had to do a double-take to believe who the message was from, even clicking onto his profile to see whether it was legit. And sure enough, the signature profile picture of Bakugou Katsuki flashed in front of your eyes, two small metallic studs sitting below his lower lip as he gave a cocky smirk, flipping off the camera with a tattooed hand. There was no way of denying he was attractive, the sight of him alone almost made you want to like No Heroes, but he was clearly a jerk.

Scrolling through his Twitter as you looked at the most recent posts. His pinned message is an announcement about the new EP and a single with a link to download it. The comments and likes were more than consistent for an upcoming band, really impressive actually. Of course, it was easier to gain traction when the band members are attractive. Remembering how quickly Dabi managed to reach the top of the metal scene after he released his first EP with the most recognisable voice.

Reading his most recent tweets you couldn’t help but smile at the irate tone that was so easy to convey even through text. You could practically hear the seething tone of his voice as your eyes read over the message.

New tweet from OfficialDynamight [5:12PM]: @Y/N doesn’t know what she’s fucking talking about. Our new EP is the best pop-punk album of 2021.

The comments beneath were mostly loyal fans agreeing, complimenting the drummer for the music and talking about their favourite songs. One in particular catching your eyes.

New reply from KatsukiBangMyDrums [5:13PM]: My favourite song is your part on “No Love” I’d love to hear more of you actually singing Katsuki💕

You reread the tweet in shock, that was Bakugou’s voice on that track? Truthfully the album hadn’t been all that bad, but a lot of the songs not really standing out to you. But that song— that song you could remember vividly. If you had to pick anything from the album that would be the song you chose as the best one. Moving back to the private message you began to type a reply to Bakugou.

Y/N [11:23PM]: I didn’t say your album was bad! I just think it wasn’t that different to the others out there right now.

OfficialDynamight [11:23PM]: Oh yeah? Maybe you should listen again because you clearly weren’t listening to the right album.

You were surprised to get a message back so quickly, especially since it had been hours since his last tweet.

Y/N [11:24PM]: I’m pretty sure I was, I clicked the cute little link at the top of your bands Twitter to download it and everything.

OfficialDynamight [11:24PM]: Yeah, well do me a favour and get your ears checked.

Y/N [11:25PM]: I’ll put it on my to-do list.

You cuddled back against your pillows as you found yourself staring at your screen waiting for him to type back, over-analysing your message as you regret your words. Leaving such a closed-ended response that made it difficult for him to come back with any kind of conversation but to your surprise, he actually responded.

OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: What you doing up so late anyway? Can’t sleep because you’re thinking about how dumb your review was?

He was so petty, his message actually made you smirk at your phone screen as you typed a reply.

Y/N [11:26PM]: No, I was actually at a gig. I’m just finishing up my notes for my review tomorrow.

OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: What show?

Y/N [11:27PM]: Title Fight. They were so fucking good!

OfficialDynamight [11:28PM]: You mean to tell me that you like Title Fight but you don’t like us? There’s something wrong with you.

Y/N [11:28PM]: Nah, I just like good music ;)

OfficialDynamight [11:28PM]: Fuck you.

Y/N [11:29PM]: Right back at you! <3

OfficialDynamight [11:29PM]: You wish.

You laughed at his reply, finally moving to your notes to type up the final few you wanted to add from the show in preparation for your review tomorrow. Plugging your phone in to charge as you settled down to sleep, your heartbeat racing as you replayed your conversation with Bakugou in your head.

Sunlight slowly illuminated your bedroom as peaceful chirps sounded from outside, your eyes fluttering open as you felt your duvet trying to pull you back into slumber. Squinting your eyes as you looked at your phone screen for any new message notifications as you tried not to feel disappointed when you didn’t see any from the one person you were hoping may have sent you something. Pulling your covers tighter around you as you aimlessly scrolled through your notifications, enjoying the warmth of your bed for as long as possible before the need to function overtook you. Over exaggerating a stretch before you slipped out of bed, padding your way towards your bathroom as you got ready for your day.

There was something about the warm scent of coffee and caramel in the morning that just helped start your day, brewing a fresh ground roast as you waited for your laptop to boot up. Opening your phone to your notes app as you began to read through the points you’d made the evening before, figuring out what you wanted to put into the review as the notes brought memories flooding back.

Sitting down at your desk with your large mug of coffee as you began to type. The hardest part of your reviews was always choosing what photographs to use, the picture alone could sway the entire article. There had been images you’d managed to capture at shows before that had ended up being so popular the boost from them was overwhelming. Helping you to find new audiences each day and new musicians to interview and watch, remembering the time that Deku’s band OFA had chosen one of your crowd shots to be on their t-shirts.

Not even a minute after you posted your review a comment appeared underneath from the drummer of No Heroes, the corner of your lip curling into a smile as you clicked to open his new message.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [10:34AM]: This band fucking sucks, way too many high-hats in every song, you can’t even hear the track over the auto-tune. I thought you liked good music?

You were already about to type a reply when you saw a new incoming message appear on your screen and you shamelessly clicked onto it, completely uncaring about how eager you appeared to see a notification from him.

OfficialDynamight [10:34AM]: How the fuck do you like all these shitty bands that aren’t even that good but you don’t like us?

Y/N [10:35AM]: What are you talking about? Their new single is so good! Have you heard the riff in the interlude?

OfficialDynamight [10:35AM]: The only redeeming feature over the shitty fucking drum solo.

The more Bakugou began to message you, the more you found yourself wanting to post. Deliberately trying to find bands or musicians that you could happily talk about that would bring the angry blond rushing back into your inbox. Each time you posted about a new song or band Bakugou would be straight back into your private messages to give his own opinions. You couldn’t deny the way it made your heart race each time you saw an incoming notification for him, finding yourself turning on alerts for his messages so you wouldn’t miss them.

New tweet from Y/N [4:03PM]: If New Heroes stopped trying to replicate every other pop-punk band ever they might actually be good.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [4:06PM]: If you got your ears tested people might actually care about your opinion.

New reply from Y/N [4:06PM]: my ears are fine, that’s how I know it sucked ;)

New reply from OfficialDynamight [4:07PM]: Wrong.

It was almost a running joke between your fans, the comments flooding in around your petty public arguments as people were quick to weigh in on the messages.

New reply from Poppunkprincess [4:05PM]: Just admit they’re your guilty pleasure already.

New reply from Dynamightdrums [4:11PM]: I agree with @OfficialDynamight you need your ears tested they are the best band in the WORLD

New reply from Cellophane[5:10PM]: If we kick @OfficialDynamight from the band will you like us?

New reply from Chargebolt[5:23PM]: @cellophane great idea bro, maybe then @Y/N will come to a show ;)

New reply from OfficialDynamight [5:30PM]: @chargebolt @cellophane fuck you.

Each moment you posted something new about No Heroes Bakugou always seemed to be one of the first to comment, almost as though he had your post notifications on too.

New tweet from Y/N [8:49PM]: Deathcab for Cutie - I will follow you into the dark really is one of the greatest songs of all time.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [8:50PM]: Thank FUCK, you do have a brain cell.

New reply from Y/N [8:51PM]: Are you being nice to me for once?

New reply from OfficialDynamight [8:52PM]: No, it just means you’re not a complete idiot.

New reply from Dynamightdrums [8:53PM]: OMG @OfficialDynamight and @Y/N?

New reply from RedRiot [9:05PM]: @OfficialDynamight I wish you’d say this to me sometime 😭

It was difficult not to notice how big No Heroes were becoming in the local music scene, their follower count online steadily rising as they began slowly inching up the alternative chart. You couldn’t deny it was impressive for such a new band to be so successful in such a short period of time, and it probably helped that they were all gorgeous. You couldn’t help but visit Bakugou’s Instagram profile regularly, checking his new posts as you looked through the pictures of him on stage. The pure focus and determination on his face as he hit his sticks against his drum kit was hard not to applaud. Feeling your heartbeat increase whenever you noticed a new photograph, pinching the screen to get a closer look at the array of tattoos that littered his body.

Another message from Bakugou distracted you from your blatant objectification and it made you flush, thinking that he could see exactly what you were doing and wondering what he’d do if he knew you were looking at pictures of him right now.

OfficialDynamight [11:23PM]: So what’s your favourite song on our EP?

Y/N [11:24AM]: I don’t have one :(

OfficialDynamight [11:25PM]: I forgot you have no taste, shitty woman.

Y/N [11:25AM]: Or maybe you just need to write some better songs

OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: I wrote almost every song on the EP, dumbass. That’s how I know they’re good.

Y/N [1127PM]: Okay, so my favourite is the one you didn’t write.

OfficialDynamight [11:27PM]: Piss off.

You laughed at his response as you closed the window, shamelessly going back to his Instagram profile to look through more photos. One particular promotional shot had become your favourite, a picture of him shirtless against a plain black backdrop. The image had been edited to black and white as it showed off the beautiful contrast of ink against his skin and the lack of a shirt gave you an even better opportunity to map out the sharp contours of his chest. Even with the greyscale picture, you could still see his sharp, piercing gaze even though his vermilion orbs were muted. It felt like he was staring directly at you through the image and it was difficult to deny that he was gorgeous.

You couldn’t work out why he was so interested in your opinions? There were hundreds of blogs out there dedicated to his band, massive music accounts and other reviewers praising their songs so why did your opinion matter so much?

“It’s because he likes you, duh.”

Mina’s words rang in your ear as you remembered what she had said to you when you’d first told her about Bakugou messaging you. Your best friend was always honest to a fault in her opinions,

“He doesn’t care about anyone else’s opinion because he wants you to like him.”

Keeping that image of him in your mind as you locked your phone and prepared for bed, leaving it charging on your bedside table as you settled back beneath your covers. The only thoughts flowing through your mind were those of Bakugou Katsuki.

Maybe you liked him too?

A shrill vibration woke you up in the morning as you raised your phone with squinting eyes to check the time, 7.49am.

Who was even up this early?

Your phone buzzing again with another message from the same person, you should have known it had to be someone annoying messaging you so early in the morning.

OfficialDynamight [7:48AM]: Oi

You almost rolled your eyes at the greeting you were met with first thing in the morning, squinting your eyes as the bright screen illuminated and hindered your vision, watching the little notification at the bottom of your screen that indicated that Bakugou was typing.

OfficialDynamight [7:49AM]: You sleep so fucking long, shitty woman.

Official Dynamight [7:49AM]: You know that?

OfficialDynamight [7:49AM]: So when you gonna write something good about us?

The message was accompanied by a screenshot of a gig poster, a graphic of No Heroes band logo in the middle as in big bold writing it showed ‘HEADLINE SHOW: SOLD OUT.’ It was hard not to feel happy for him, it seemed like the band were following their dreams and succeeding, but you were still content with pushing his buttons.

Y/N [7:52AM]: When you finally start making some good music

You smirked at your response as you let your phone flop to the side of the bed, reaching your arms above your head to stretch. Already knowing that Bakugou would be absolutely seething once he read your message, the quick succession of vibrations from your phone evident that he was irate.

OfficialDynamight [7:52AM]: Piss off.

OfficialDynamight [7:53AM]: You know how many bands have actually sold out that venue?

Anyone else texting you multiple messages like this would have been blocked and ignored immediately, but something was endearing to you when Bakugou did it. As though you could feel the way his thoughts flowed out, feeling every bit of emotion through the screen as you watched him continue to type.

OfficialDynamight [7:54AM]: You really don’t know good music, do ya?

OfficialDynamight [7:54AM]: I bet you’re one of those people that think The Black Parade is the greatest album of all time too huh?

Of course he was a My Chemical Romance fan, your fingers already gliding across your phone screen as you typed a response, unable to hide the smile on your face.

Y/N [7:55AM]: It’s a great album actually, but Three cheers will always have top spot in my heart

His next words shouldn’t have made you feel quite so delirious but you found yourself re-reading them as though he’d just proclaimed his love for you.

OfficialDynamight [7:56AM]: Oh, so you’re not a complete dumbass after all.

There was no way of denying it, you were falling for Bakugou Katsuki.

OfficialDynamight [1:02AM]: It’s so fucking weird there’s just something about talking to you?

OfficialDynamight [1:02AM]: I dunno, I can’t fucking explain it.

Y/N [1:03AM]: Bakugou, have you been drinking?

You squinted at the time stamp on the message, seeing that it was close to two in the morning, the messages continuing to come in from Bakugou.

OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: Fuck off.

OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: I have, but I’m not drunk.

OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: We played a set with OFA tonight.

OfficialDynamight [1:05AM]: Just do me a favour and watch some videos from our set.

OfficialDynamight [1:09AM]: Are you even listening to me, shitty woman? Do it.

You laughed as you typed back a reply, tempted to search for some videos now, but instead deciding to wait until morning. Actual morning.

Y/N [1:10AM]: Bakugou, it’s 1am. I’ll watch in the morning, I promise.

OfficialDynamight [1:10AM]: You fucking better.

OfficialDynamight [1:15AM]: Goodnight.

New tweet from Y/N [11:40AM]: Okay, the clips from No Heroes show at the club last night sound really awesome.

New reply from OfficialDynamight [11:42AM]: About fucking time. Told you.

New reply from Chargebolt [11:44AM]: Thanks so much Y/N, you should come to a show sometime! ;)

New reply from OfficialDynamight [11:44AM]: @chargebolt no.

“Dude, why did you say that? Do you even realise how hot she is?” Kaminari whined from his position on the couch, throwing his head back as he read Bakugou’s blunt reply.

“Hot ain’t gonna fix how dumb she is.” Bakugou muttered, slipping his phone into his jeans pocket before picking up his drumsticks, “Are we rehearsing or what?”

“I think we should change the set so the new song is in the middle.” Kirishima grinned from his spot beside Kaminari, his fingers grasping a plectrum as he strummed at the electric guitar that wasn’t turned on. The dull pang of the strings sounded in the garage as Sero fiddled with an amp, the familiar buzz of electricity surging through it as static noise pulled through the speakers.

“Have you even seen what she looks like, dude?” Kaminari ignored Kirishima’s attempt to stop the conversation as Bakugou turned around, pointing his sticks at Kaminari as he stood by the drumkit.

“Tch, no why?” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Don’t fuckin’ matter what she looks like.”

“I’m telling you, dude. She’s hot.” Kaminari’s fingers were quickly scrolling along with his phone screen, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for something, smiling in glee when he found it as he turned his phone to face the room.

Bakugou stepped closer to look at the screen, leaning forward as he caught sight of the photograph. It was that exact moment Bakugou was sure his heart had stopped beating, the sight of your wide smile as you grinned at the camera, holding up a playful hang loose sign with your hand as you stood outside a dingy looking music venue. A tattered Green Day shirt hanging from your body as you matched it with tights and a pair of Dr Marten boots. Your eyes looking directly at the camera as though you were looking directly at him, immediately reaching forward to snatch the phone from Kaminari’s hands as he took a closer look.

You were so hot? Pinching the screen with his fingers as he zoomed in on your face, feeling his skin begin to heat up as he thought about just how pretty you were. This is who he’d been talking to for the last few weeks, how had he never seen a picture of you before? This had been the person that had been insulting his band for the last few weeks and he had absolutely no idea, unable to quell the butterflies that began to erupt in his chest at the sight of you. His heart stuttering as his thoughts began to flood towards what it would be like to kiss you--

“See man, I fucking told you she was hot. We need to get her to come to the show.” Kaminari whined, throwing his head back onto the couch, “We’d look so frigging cute as a couple.”

“What makes you think she’d ever be interested in you, dumbass?” Bakugou scoffed, moving away when Kaminari tried to snatch his phone back. Instead, locking it and throwing it down onto the couch beside him before making his way back towards his drumkit.

“Oh, I’m sorry. How stupid of me.” Kaminari replied sarcastically, “She’d obviously be more interested in your winning personality.”

“Yeah? Like the rest of the girls online then.” Bakugou replied with a smirk, hitting the snare as he settled on the stool.

“Bakubro’s actually been talking to her a lot recently, haven’t you bro?” Kirishima grinned at his friend as he accepted the connection to a guitar amp from Sero, “I think it would be awesome to have her at a show, man. She might even write a good review for us once she sees us live.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she only hates us because Bakugou is such an asshole.” Sero grinned, passing the guitar he’d been tuning to Kaminari as he picked up his microphone.

“Not my fault she’s got shit music taste.”

“Just invite her, Bro. You’re the one that’s so determined to prove that we don’t suck. What better way than to show her?”

“Fuck off, I’m not inviting her. Now, are we gonna play or what?”

New tweet from Y/N [7:23PM]: Can’t wait for the Gravity Aura show tomorrow with support from No Heroes.

You laughed at the comments that began to flood in from No Heroes fans, telling you how prepared they were to finally convert you and how excited they were for your photographs from the show. Others asked whether they’d be able to meet you during the show and if you’d actually be staying for the entire set.

A message appeared in your inbox from Bakugou as you found yourself smiling before you’d even opened it.

OfficialDynamight [7:24PM]: I fucking knew you wanted to see us live.

Y/N [7:24PM]: I’m just there to interview Gravity Aura actually, but I might try and catch your set.

OfficialDynamight [7:25PM]: So you can finally apologise for being completely fucking wrong?

Y/N [7:26PM]: I guess that depends on the show you put on, doesn’t it?

OfficialDynamight [7:26PM]: You know we’re fucking good don’t even question it. You better watch us.

Rereading his words as you felt the butterflies begin to rise in your chest, he wanted you there.

You smiled at the tall security man at the main doors to the venue as you gave your name on the Press list, waiting patiently as he ticked your name off and moved to the side to let you into the venue. Collecting your press pass from the box office before walking through the venue. The familiar smell of beer and musky sweat filling your senses as you made your way through the dingy dive bar you’d been to many times before, the acoustics always seemed to be perfect for every show despite the shoddy interior. Pushing past the double doors as you made your way backstage.

“You stalkin’ me now?” You heard a familiar voice as you turned to face Bakugou. Your heart hammering against your ribcage as you looked him up and down, the first time you’d seen him face to face and he looked perfect, “Knew you were a fan-”

“Shut up! I’m here to interview Gravity Aura actually,” You almost choked on your words at the sight of him. His tall frame towering over you as he stepped closer, the loose black Metallica vest he was wearing completely distressed as it hung from his frame. Giving you the perfect opportunity to view the artwork that painted his skin, a full sleeve morphing into a pretty pattern against his left pectoral that almost looked like an explosion. A pair of plain black skinny jeans clinging to his muscular thighs, accenting every single ridge of muscle through the denim.

“My eyes are up here, shitty woman.” Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as you watched his muscles flex, “You really tryin’ to say you ain’t gonna watch our set?”

“I might,” You tried to be coy, but honestly if he was going to look like that the entire show you would most definitely be watching.

“Then you can stop lying to yourself about us being shit.” Bakugou scoffed as you broke off into a laugh. His eyes zoning in on the cute way your nose scrunched at his words as you stood together in the cramped hallway.

“Yeah, or it’ll finally prove my point, Dynamight.” You turned to leave, already feeling flustered after being in such close proximity to him.

“You’re gonna need a drink to watch their fuckin’ set, they suck.” Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes at the suggestion.

“I dunno, I think they’re quite good. It’s great to have more female-fronted pop-punk bands, you know?” You smiled at the shocked expression on his face before his brows furrowed into a glare.

“You like them but you don’t like my band? Are you stupid?” He scoffed.

“It must be the way they play the drums, huh?” Unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face at the sight of him gawking at you in disbelief as you stepped into Gravity Aura’s dressing room, already looking forward to seeing his set.

The entire performance you couldn’t take your eyes off Bakugou. The focus and determination he possessed while behind the drums were truly captivating, so much so you had to weave your way out of the chaotic mosh pit to watch from the sidelines. Too enticed by the way his brows furrowed in concentration as he knocked the sticks against the kit, sweat causing his messy spikes to stick to his brow as the droplets flicked into all directions from his fast beat. Feeling a certain heat rise inside you at the way his vest moved with his movements, his darkened areola peeking out from under the fabric as you noted the shiny barbell that slot comfortably through his nipple.

The rest of the concert was almost a blur as you spent the entire performance imagining sitting on his lap while he tapped a beat on the drums, the way his thick thigh would bounce you on his lap as he tapped out a beat on the bass pedal. His sweaty body sticking to your own as he would whisper absolute filth in your ear in the same husky voice that sounded over the microphone when it was his turn to sing.

Your heartbeat increased when you noticed the familiar opening beat to your favourite song off their EP, the one all the fans had been going crazy for online as Bakugou began to sing. The subtle rasp had your lips parting in a silent moan, watching the way he never missed a beat on the drums as he sang the lyrics perfectly. Sero jumped in at the chorus as the crowd went wild.

This felt completely different to the recorded EP you’d listened to by them, there was something so raw and honest with their performance. You found yourself even screaming along to some of the lyrics as you let yourself enjoy the set. Disappointed when Sero announced it was the last song before Gravity Aura would take the stage, wanting to see more of them. More of him.

The band walked off side of the stage as you lingered in the crowd, watching the stagehandsset up for the next band, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you went to check your socials. The screen already glowing with a new notification.

OfficialDynamight [8:02PM]: Told you we were fucking good.

Y/N [8:03PM]: I didn’t even say anything yet.

OfficialDynamight [8:03PM]: You don’t even have to, I saw you giving me heart eyes in the crowd. You getting your panties in a twist at the sight of me, yeah? 

He was so fucking cocky, but you couldn’t even deny watching him had made you flustered. Your thoughts immediately floating back to the intense gaze in his eyes as he focused on the beat of the drums.

OfficialDynamight [8:04PM]: If you even try and deny you enjoyed that, you’re a dirty fucking liar.

Y/N [8:04PM]: I’ll give it to you, that was a good set.

OfficialDynamight [8:04PM]: I fucking knew you loved us.

Y/N [8:04PM]: I didn’t say that.

OfficialDynamight [8:05PM]: You can stop lying to yourself now, Princess.

The nickname almost caused you to drop your cell phone, tightening your grip around the case as you reread it. Princess. You tried to imagine him saying it in the same raspy tone you’d heard before, the notion making you feel flushed as you stood in a sea full of people. Trying to distract yourself in your reply.

Y/N [8:07PM]: I mean, you’re definitely better live. I like the scrunchy face you make when you’re singing though, it’s cute. :)

OfficialDynamight [8:08PM]: YOU TRY DRUMMING AND SINGING AT THE SAME TIME AND THEN I’LL TELL YOU ABOUT YOUR FACE HUH?

Y/N [8:08PM]: You’d think it was cute, wouldn’t you?

OfficialDynamight [8:09PM]: You fucking wish.

Y/N [8:10PM]: Don’t lie.

You tried to use his own words against him as you saw him typing back a reply swiftly, gnawing your bottom lip as you eagerly awaited his response.

OfficialDynamight [8:11PM]: Maybe it’d be cute, you’d still fucking suck though.

Did he just call you cute? Maybe cute? Either way it made your heart flutter as you noticed the lights in the room go down to signal the next band taking the stage. You tried to ignore how upset you were after Gravity Aura’s set, hoping you’d manage to see Bakugou one last time before you had to get home. Nervous about missing the last subway train as you stood near the entrance. You knew that they had a lot of interviews to go through, and they held a meet and greet for their fans which seemingly meant that you wouldn’t be able to say goodbye. Deciding instead to text Bakugou that you were leaving to meet the last train, and hoping that you’d see him soon. Even with the disappointment, it was difficult to hide the smile on your face when he’d text you back.

OfficialDynamight [10:29PM]: You better fucking text me when you get home, I can’t get out of this stupid shit.

Y/N [10:30PM]: Aw, you really do care about me!

OfficialDynamight [10:31PM]: Don’t kid yourself, dumbass. I just don’t want something happening to you before you admit you love me.

OfficialDynamight [10:31PM]: *Love my band.

OfficialDynamight [10:32PM]: Don’t go getting any ideas.

Y/N [10:33PM]: It’s okay, I know you like me really.

OfficialDynamight [10:34PM]: Yeah? Maybe I fucking do.

The words caused your heart to soar, even if he’d corrected himself as you couldn’t wipe away the wide smile on your face as you made your way home. Dutifully doing so as you got through your front door, falling back onto your bed as you replied to his text before anything else.

Y/N[11:23PM]: Reporting myself home safe, daddy.

You instantly regret your words once you’d pressed send, feeling your cheeks heat up as you waited for him to reply. Hoping that it wouldn’t make him ghost you completely.

OfficialDynamight [11:24PM]: Good girl.

The words made your entire body shudder, a pleasurable twinge surging straight to your clit as you clenched your thighs together. Trying to imagine those exact same words in his voice, thinking about how they would sound with his body on top of yours as he slipped himself inside you.

You were giddy the entire time you were getting ready for bed, a ridiculous smile that you couldn’t seem to shake as you changed into your pyjamas, climbing beneath the covers as you snuggled beneath them.

You were falling in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

Bakugou couldn’t deny he found himself falling for you, the more time he spent without you the more he found himself missing your presence. Wanting to send you random text messages throughout the day just to find out what you were doing or if you were thinking about him too. Often checking his phone and rereading your last few messages from each other with his lips curled into a soft smile, slowly working up the courage to ask to see you again.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way about someone, if he ever had. Trying to look back at all the one night stands and casual hookups to see if he’d ever actually caught feelings for anyone but he hadn’t. There was just something about you that seemed to break the mould, no matter how much he tried to deny it, how much he tried to convince himself you were annoying, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was falling for you.

Maybe he should invite you to the No Heroes headline show like Kirishima had suggested, if you’d even come?

Pausing his beat on his drumkit as he placed the sticks on the top of the snare, reaching into his pocket to pull his cell phone out as he prepared to text you to ask. His phone illuminated with a new Twitter notification from you, unlocking his phone swiftly as he moved to read the caption.

New tweet from Y/N [10:44AM]: Amazing Mindjack show last night, thank you so much for inviting me Shinsou.

Bakugou felt his stomach turn to knots at the sight of you standing beside Mindjack. A wide smile on your face as his eyes instantly went towards his hand poised snugly around your waist. The tips of his fingers digging into your side as they hovered dangerously close to the round curve of your ass. Your body obviously being pulled against his chest as you wrapped both your arms around his thin waist, one of your hands grasping your wrist to circle him.

Immediately looking at the comments that flooded in beneath the image, fans saying how cute you looked together and how happy they were for you. Others expressed their anger that you were dating their favourite musician, complaining that they would no longer have a chance to profess their love.

Swallowing thickly to try and ignore the hurt that welled inside him, the emotion quickly masked with anger as he moved to message you. Unable to stop himself from typing out the harsh words that flowed onto the screen.

OfficialDynamight [10:47AM]: No wonder you hate my fucking band, it’s because you’re not interested in the music at all are you? Just another fucking groupie.

Rage boiled inside him as he angrily jabbed the screen with his thumb to press send, exiting out of the message to unfollow your profile. Uncaring about his cellphone screen as he chucked his phone across the room, hearing it clatter against the hardwood floor but he didn’t care. His entire body seething as he tried to calm his breathing, chest heaving while rage boiled inside him. Rubbing his hands on his jeans to try and dry the sweat off his palms as he ground his teeth together in irritation. Why did he let himself fall for you? He should’ve known you’d do this to him.

Leaning forward on his drum stool he picked his sticks back up, settling his foot against the bass pedal as he began to tap out an aggressive beat. Loud bangs vibrating through the empty garage as he followed the rhythm of his rage, angry clashes of the symbols as he took his anger out on the kit in front of him. Feeling the tension in his muscles slowly starting to release with each harsh hit on the snare.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Kirishima yelled over the frantic bang of drums in the garage, his hands coming up to cover his ears. Sweat pooling from Bakugou’s body as he landed harsh hits to the drums, his barefoot bouncing against the bass pedal, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothin’,” Bakugou continued his beat, his thigh bouncing in quick succession as he tried to ignore Kirishima standing to the side of him.

“Don’t lie to me, man. Something’s obviously up.” Kirishima crossed his arms across his chest as he yelled at his best friend over the sound of the drums, unsure whether Bakugou had even heard him until the harsh noise came to a quiet tap.

“Something must have happened?” Kirishima’s hand reached out to grab the clattering symbol that Bakugou had just hit angrily, ceasing the loud clang as he gave it a look, “I’m not gonna leave until you tell me, Bro. So you-”

“She’s fuckin’ dating Mindjack.” Bakugou mumbled, cutting off Kirishima as he pushed his blond hair away from his sweaty forehead, the strands sticking together as they pointed up in random directions as Bakugou panted from exertion, “All this time.”

“And she didn’t say anything?”

“Course she fuckin’ didn’t. Why would she?”

“It seems a little odd that she’d talk to you for all this time when she’s got a boyfriend though?” Kirishima tried to reason, “Did you ask her about it?”

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” Bakugou growled, his foot bouncing against the bass pedal angrily, “It’s fuckin’ done.”

How had Bakugou Katsuki managed to do this to you?

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes, clumping against your lashes as they began to spill down your cheeks. Blurring your vision as you re-read his words.

OfficialDynamight: no wonder you hate my fucking band, it’s because you’re not interested in the music at all are you? Just another fucking groupie.

Noticing that you couldn’t reply to him, a sign that he’d blocked you from his social media accounts. Somehow this hurt more as you were unable to confront him, even if you’d wanted to. You should’ve never allowed yourself to fall for him, it was your fault for allowing him in. Letting him penetrate the locked cage of your heart and soul as he broke you from the inside out. A different kind of pain to those daily aches and pains, this one hit so much deeper. He’d broken down every wall you claimed you’d put up for your safety, vowing to never allow someone to hurt you again. Protecting your heart for yourself before all others, not wanting anyone to navigate you back to your darkest place.

You couldn’t do this again, you didn’t want to resign yourself to the heartbreak as you moved to his social media profiles, finding his handle as you blocked him back to shut him out. Doing what you had to do to protect yourself from any more pain and disappointment.

Dumping your phone onto your bedside table you pulled your duvet around your body, snuggling into the comforting fabric as your tears continued to fall. A gentle playlist flowing from your speakers as you tried to ignore the pang in your chest at the realisation that Bakugou didn’t want you back.

You’d be okay, you always were. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

A few hours later you woke up to your phone buzzing against your bedside table, rubbing the dried tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie as you picked it up, trying to ignore how dry and irritated your retina were as you unlocked the screen. Checking the new notifications on Twitter from Red Riot, Bakugou’s bandmate. Already expecting him to be coming up with a bullshit excuse for him that you didn’t want to hear as you contemplated deleting the message and blocking him too, you’d block every single member of the band if you had to. There was no way you’d ever be posting about them online again. The ache still hammering in your chest at Bakugou’s rejection the day before as you swiped at the screen.

RedRiot [4:24PM]: Hey

RedRiot [4:25PM]: Look, I know it would be easier to delete this but would you please hear me out? Bakugou is really upset.

The insinuation that he was more upset than you hurt as you backed out of the message to screenshot the last words Bakugou had sent to you, forwarding it across to Kirishima with a blunt message.

Y/N [4:31PM]: He’s the one that's hurting? When he’s the one that sent me this-

RedRiot [4:32PM]: I didn’t know he’d said that to you…

Y/N [4:34PM]: Yeah? Well, he did. Doesn’t matter now anyway.

RedRiot [4:35PM]: He was just really upset to see you with Mindjack, I think he really liked you and he didn’t realise you were dating.

Y/N [4:35PM]: Dating? I’m not dating Mindjack?

RedRiot [4:35PM]: Wait, you’re not?

Y/N [4:37PM]: No? I literally just reviewed his show. It was supposed to be out today but I didn’t get to finish it after Bakugou decided to be an fucking asshole.

RedRiot [4:38PM]: OMG that’s great news

Was he serious right now? Great news? Did he not hear anything that you’d just told him, already finding yourself irritated as you went to give him a snappy retort before he messaged again.

RedRiot [4:40PM]: Look, he was so upset when he thought you were dating Mindjack earlier. He’d never admit it, but he really likes you. I’ve never seen him this way around a girl before, and I can always tell when he’s talking to you because he’s always smiling.

Y/N [4:41PM]: If he really liked me he should’ve been straight up and not jumped to conclusions over a stupid picture.

RedRiot [4:42PM]: You’ve probably noticed by now, but Bakugou isn’t the best at sharing his feelings. I promise he’s a really great guy.

RedRiot [4:45PM]: Will you at least think about coming to the show? I know he fucked up, but whether he’d admit it or not. I know Bakugou would really want to see you.

You locked your phone after the conversation, pulling your legs up to your chest in a soft huddle. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, you missed him.

And if there was a chance he missed you too then maybe you should take it.

You felt bile rise in your stomach as you entered the music venue, the AAA sticker stuck to your thigh as you weaved through the crowd. Trying to decide whether to just lurk at the back of the room and watch or just go home. It felt suffocating, your heart aching at the thought of even seeing Bakugou as you tried to decide what to do.

RedRiot [7:20PM]: You here yet?

Rereading the message as you tried to decide whether to answer or not, he’d already seen that you’d read it by now but you could still come up with an excuse.

Y/N [7:24PM]: I just got here…

RedRiot [7:26PM]: I’m so glad you decided to come, you got the pass right? Come backstage, I’ll be here if you’re nervous.

RedRiot [7:27PM]: Unless you want me to come and get you?

Y/N [7:27PM]: It’s fine, I’m coming.

You lingered at the door to their dingy dressing room as your knuckles hovered over the shoddy wood, trying to work up the courage to actually knock on the door to enter. Your heart pounding in your ribcage as you took a deep breath, allowing your knuckles to rap them against the door. Unsure whether they would be able to hear you over the loud rambunctious laughter inside so you took a deep breath as you let yourself inside.

The loud bustling came to a quiet stop as four sets of eyes glanced towards your frame in the doorway, nervously standing under their gaze as you shuffled your feet at the door.

It wasn’t too late to run, you thought, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth as you sincerely considered it.

“Hey! Thanks for coming.” Kirishima hopped up from his chair and bound across the room to greet you in the doorway, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. Almost trying to anchor you in place to make sure you wouldn’t leave.

“What is she doing here?” Bakugou grumbled when he saw you standing in the doorway nervously, his vermilion orbs meeting your own as you felt the same feelings begin to resurface.

“I- I can go,” You mumbled, toying with your fingers nervously as you made to step back from the room, already feeling overwhelmed by the situation and being here.

“But you just got here, please stay-” Kirishima placed a large, comforting palm on your lower back as he helped you step inside the room.

Bakugou’s bandmates all came up to introduce themselves as Bakugou lingered near the back of the room, leaning against the vanity table as Kirishima ushered them out. Leaving you alone to talk with Bakugou, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well, are you gonna say anything or-” Bakugou was quick to cut you off.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mumbled, looking down at his worn vans as he tried to get the words out, “I shouldn’t have lashed out like that-”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” You glared at him angrily as he lifted his gaze to meet yours. Obviously not expecting the raised tone to your voice, “I really fucking liked you, Bakugou.”

Hearing his last name leaving your lips made him ache, a hurt expression flashing through his eyes as he listened to you speak.

“I actually thought you liked me too.” You whispered.

“I do.” Bakugou rasped, “That’s why when I saw the picture of you with that bastard, and all the comments underneath I got pissed and lashed out.”

“You know those messages are what I have to deal with on a near daily basis, right?” You recalled the amount of times you’d had random strangers on the internet call you a groupie, a whore, a slut that was only interested in sleeping with guys from bands, “You can’t believe everything you see on the internet, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” He rasped, a guilty look on his face.

“Otherwise you’d have to admit OFA are a better band than No Heroes.” You teased, watching the way he sneered at you.

“I know you don’t fuckin’ think that.” Bakugou glared.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?” He took a step into your personal space, his scent overwhelming your senses as you drank him in. His sheer mass hulking over you as his deep red eyes gazed down at you with mischief.

“You’re so fuckin’ annoying.” He growled down at you.

“So are you.” You quipped.

His calloused palm reached up to cup your neck, his thumb brushing against your jawline as you felt yourself lean into his touch. Your eyes fluttering from the soothing drag of his skin against yours as he leaned forward, warm breath fanning your face as his lips met yours in a slow, sensual kiss. The moment you collided it was as though nothing else mattered, pouring his feelings and emotions into the kiss as his tongue stroked against your lips, begging for entry which you gladly allowed. Your bodies melding together as your hands reached out for something, anything to keep you grounded as your head began to spin. Grabbing fistfuls of the band shirt he was wearing as you held him tight, feeling his tongue swipe against your own as you let out a soft moan which was engulfed by his mouth. Bakugou’s hand tightening its grip on your neck as his other began to trace patterns against your back, elaborate circles that had you arching into his touch, gasping for breath when you felt him squeeze the round cheek of your ass.

“You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Bakugou’s chest heaved as he sucked in a breath, his lips ghosting against your own as he held you tight. Unable to resist bringing you back into another deep kiss, this time your hands becoming bolder in their movements. Tracing the muscular contours of his chest through his shirt, dipping your hands towards the hem of his low-slung shorts as your fingertips slipped underneath the hem of his clothes, brushing against his bare skin as you teased the fuzzy trail of hair that sat below his belly button.

“Fuck,” He growled against your lips, “Best be careful, Princess.”

“Or what?” You smiled as you splay your palm against his chest,

Bakugou used his grip on your body to push you forward, making you walk backwards as you felt the back of your thighs hit something, gasping in surprise as you fell backwards. Landing on the worn leather sofa that sat in the room. Bakugou followed after as he settled between your parted thighs, not once breaking the kiss as his tongue lapped at the roof of your mouth. Your hands moving up to weave through the messy hairs at the base of his neck, fingernails dragging through the buzzed hair of his undercut as you felt him shudder against you.

You couldn’t quite believe this was happening, this was something you’d thought about when you lay in bed at night. Imagining how it would feel to have his body pressed against yours, completely surrounded by his intoxicating scent. Having him here now felt like a fever dream, fearing that you could wake up at any moment and be back at home alone in your bed once more. The thought causing you to cling tighter to him, a low growl leaving Bakugou’s lips when you tugged at his hair, your thigh latching onto his hip as his hand manoeuvred to your ass, grinding the tent in his shorts against your clothed sex.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He rasped as he pulled away from your lips, giving you a moment to breathe before he made you throb again as he began to press hot, searing kisses along your jawline.

“I’m not,” You mumbled in your love-drunk stupor, squeezing your thighs against Bakugou’s hips as he pulled away from your neck. A serious look in his eyes as his brows furrowed, vermilion orbs gazing down at you.

“Yes, you fuckin’ are.” He pecked your lips as you felt your heart do somersaults, “And I’ll keep sayin’ it til you believe it.”

Using his grip on your ass to roll his hips against yours, grinning at the breathless gasp you made at the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your core. Your hands grabbing for him as you tried to pull him back towards you, the distance was already too far. Bakugou’s lips curling into a grin as he latched onto your pulse point, his teeth biting down on the supple skin as he sucked the junction of your throat. Your head laying back on the worn cushions as your back arched into his touch, his touch scorching against you as you scrambled to hold onto him. Trying to ground yourself as you let out a deep moan, Bakugou’s tongue lashing against you as he soothed the skin, pulling back to assess his work before you were already desperately trying to pull him back into a sloppy kiss. His wet lips connecting with yours as he smirked, his nose bumping against yours playfully as he continued peppering you with soft kisses.

“Hey, I’m guessing you guys made up then?” Kirishima called from the door, Bakugou pulling away from you with a snarl as he glared towards his friend in the doorway.

Feeling yourself heat up in embarrassment of being caught in such a compromising position as Bakugou yelled out obscenities, trying to get Kirishima to leave the room as he kept you pinned to the sofa.

“I wish I could, dude. But we’re due on stage like now-” Kirishima moved his gaze to you, “I’m gonna have to steal him away, sorry.” You gave him a shy smile as you felt Bakugou’s grip tighten on you, obviously contemplating not going on stage at all.  

“Come on, Bakubro.” Sero poked his head in and made a wolf whistle when he saw the position the pair of you were in, “It’s headline night, baby-”

“Why does everyone always want Bakugou?” Kaminari groaned when he saw you both on the sofa in the dressing room.

“It’s the bad boy image, Denks. You don’t have it-” Sero laughed, patting his best friend on the back.

“Come on, man.” Kirishima tried to push his other band members out of the doorway, “You gonna watch us side stage?” He directed to you as you gave him a shy nod.

“Give me a fuckin’ second, assholes.” Bakugou rasped as his bandmates left to prepare for their set.

“You okay?” He asked gently, his red irises looking into yours for any sign that you may not be. Giving him a small smile as you nodded in affirmation, making him press a final peck to your lips before getting up from the sofa.

“Fuck,” He grumbled under his breath as he readjusted his shorts, making you laugh as he tried to hide the raging hard-on beneath the fabric.

“Whatcha laughin’ at, hah?” He sent you a playful glare, reaching a hand out to you to help you off the couch as he pulled you up with ease.

“Come on, ‘m gonna show you the best fuckin’ show you’ve ever seen.” He smirked cockily, leading you out of the dressing room and towards the stage.

“Yeah? We’ll see- ow!” You cried playfully when Bakugou landed a harsh smack to your ass.

The moment you made it to the side of the stage you could hear the crowd roaring, the synchronized chants of No Heroes sounding out and filling the venue as the band slowly began to walk out on stage. Bakugou leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before he stepped out last, walking straight to his drumkit as he pulled the sticks from his back pocket. Taking a seat on the stool as he slapped them together to signal the start of the first song. The loud bass roaring to action as the sound filled the speakers, the music vibrating through you as you watched them lose their inhibitions on stage. Sero’s voice singing out over the loud instruments as the first song began.

Much like the first time you’d seen them perform, you found you were unable to take your eyes off Bakugou. There was just something so enticing about watching him play, the controlled focus on his features as he tapped the beat out on the drums effortlessly. Rubbing your thighs together as you were reminded of your unsatiated need, trying to give yourself some light relief as you watched the way his muscles contracted with each movement.

This was the Bakugou you wanted to see, the true raw emotion that he exuded when he was on stage. Your eyes were captivated by his every move, watching the sweat begin to collect against his brow as he pushed his hair from his eyes, shaking the sweat off as he took hard, deep breaths between songs. Each gap he’d glance over at you, giving you a small smile while Sero worked the audience. The familiar guitar introduction of your favourite No Heroes song sounding out as Bakugou smirked, leaning forward on the stool slightly as he began to tap out a beat, his thigh bouncing as he kicked the bass pedal, breaking out into the melodic chorus as his voice flowed through the microphone. Pouring out every bit of emotion he felt inside him into the song, the words flowing through the air and straight into your soul.

Sorrow flowing through your veins as you heard Sero announce that this was the final song, glancing out at the crowd as they cheered for No Heroes. You didn’t want the performance to end, moving your focus back onto Bakugou as he prepared to start the song. The whole band turning to face him as they were counted in. The guitars blending together perfectly with Bakugou’s beat as you watched him pour all his energy into the set.

Sweat dripping off his body and pooling on the ground around him as he picked up his towel, trying to wipe himself off as he raised a final fist to the crowd, holding his drumsticks above his head before he chucked both into the audience. Creating a mini-scuffle in the crowd as fans fought for a memento of their show. Bakugou quickly turning to make his way back to the side of the stage where you were still waiting for him.

“Well?” He wiped some of the sweat from his brow with a black towel around his neck as he moved to pull you into a hug, which you tried to escape. His skin glistened with moisture as you squealed, his arms circling you as you were pressed against his damp chest. Feeling the wetness pressing against your shirt as you tried to wriggle out of his tight grip.

“Get off, you’re so sweaty.” You cried, moving your head back as he kept your body pressed snugly against his, his musky scent provocative as you found yourself eager to be engulfed in it. Calming your thrashing as you allowed it to gather around you as you inhaled deeply,

“You love it, don’t lie,” Bakugou smirked, flicking his head to try and move some of his messy spikes from his vision, droplets of sweat flicking against your face.

“Ew,” You laughed as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, almost as though he was marking you with his scent.

“You gonna tell me what you thought?” His eyes looked hopeful as he waited for your reaction, the rest of his band bustling in the background as the crowd continued to cheer, even though the lights in the venue had powered back on.

“You were incredible.” You replied in earnest, “Seriously.”

You wished you could’ve captured the elation in his eyes at the words, a big smile you’d never seen before appearing on his face as he tightened his grip around you, ignoring your cries of protest about how sweaty he was as he pulled you into a kiss.

“It’s getting really late, I should probably get home.”

“Hold on, I’ll walk you home.”

A subtle moonlight illuminated the pavement as you walked home, Bakugou’s thick arms nudging into your side as he tried to decide whether to grab your hand. Maybe put his arm around you instead? He wasn’t sure what to do so instead remained silent beside you, but there was something different about Bakugou that made silence serene.

Maybe it was the knowledge that you didn’t have to talk to feel comfortable with him, no sound to try and overcompensate for awkward tension. Everything felt so natural, so normal. You wanted to feel this way all the time, to be with him all the time. There was just something about Bakugou Katsuki that you couldn’t seem to shake, gravitating towards his orbit whenever he spoke. Something so raw and true about him that you’d never quite found in another person before, it was difficult to find that kind of unabashed honesty anymore.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Bakugou’s husky voice spoke out, deliberately nudging your shoulder as you walked along the quiet streets.

“Mmm, nothing really.” You tried to act coy, there was no way you were going to tell him what you were really thinking about. The pent up urges from the venue still whirring inside you as you thought back to how his muscular body had felt on top of you.

“Oi, what did I tell you about lying?” Bakugou grunted, his nose scrunching in the same way you’d observed he did whenever he was annoyed, “Stop being a brat and answer the fuckin’ question.”

“Oh? You wanna know that I’m thinking about you?” Bakugou’s cheeks tinged pink at your answer, obviously not expecting you to be so blunt. “How about you, Bakugou? What are you thinking about?”

You hoped that he was going to say you, longing to hear the confession of his desire for you leaving his lips. You needed to hear that he wanted you too, just as much as you wanted him. That you occupied his thoughts in the same way he was now taking over yours, flooding your mind with all thoughts of Bakugou Katsuki and filling your conscience to the brim until there was no space left for anything else.

“Tch, you dumbass.” He muttered, eyes facing forward as you continued walking together.

“What was that? I’m not sure I quite heard you, Bakugou.” You teased, already knowing loud and clear what he’d just confessed.

“You fuckin’ heard me,” He almost shouted, the sound making a wide smile appear on your face, “And call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki.” You hummed the name, the melody sounding so perfect coming from your lips as Bakugou longed to hear you say it over and over again.

Pulling your key out of your pocket as you moved to open your front door, Bakugou lingering behind as he waited for you to get inside safely.

“Goodnight.” He whispered, shuffling his feet as he was obviously trying to decide whether he should kiss you or not. An internal argument in his mind overstepping closer and scooping you into his arms or just turning and walking away.

“Are you not coming in?” You lingered in the doorway as you watched Bakugou turn to leave, his lip curling into a small smile as he stepped back towards you as you kept the door open for him to step inside your apartment.

Closing it gently as he slipped his vans off and left them beside yours at the door, following you through to the living room as he looked around your quaint home.

“‘m glad you came tonight.” He murmured, leaning into your touch as you leaned up on tip-toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him down into a gentle kiss.

“I’m glad I came too,” You smiled, “I wasn’t going to-”

“I know.”

“Kiri convinced me though. Told me you weren’t as big an asshole as you seem-” You grinned at the dopey smile that appeared on his face, “I’m still not sure if he’s right though.”

“Yeah, yeah. And you’re fuckin’ annoying too, you know.” He groaned, but there was no true malice in his words.

“But you love it.” You teased.

“Yeah, I do-”

You took his large palm in your own as you lead him towards your bedroom, giving him a lingering peck on the lips as you moved to put some music on. Slipping on one of your soft, romantic pop-punk playlists as he sat down on the edge of your bed. Giving him a gentle smile as you walked towards him as the slow, soothing music played through your speaker. Standing between his parted thighs as Bakugou’s arms coiled around you, caging you in against him as you drape your arms over his shoulders.

Bakugou’s large palms moved to grasp your ass, kneading the cheeks as you lowered your lips to his, craning his neck to meet you in a sultry kiss. Your soft moans captured in his mouth as he continued to massage your rear, using his grip on you to pull you closer as your fingers danced along his face, feeling the rough stubble against his jawline as you cupped his cheeks, boldly pushing your tongue between his parted lips as you deepened the kiss.

This was nothing like any other relationship you’d had before, it felt completely new and fresh. A different kind of intimacy that you had longed to feel but had never been able to experience until now. Each touch Bakugou left on your body kept tiny volts of electricity flowing through you, your heart racing in your chest as he began to move his hands higher, slipping underneath the distressed shirt you wore to the show as he splayed his palms against your bare back, silently waiting for you to permit him to proceed.

You answered by breaking away from the kiss, reaching down to the hem of your shirt to pull the fabric up and over your head, discarding it to the floor as you stood between his parted thighs in a plain black bra. Bakugou’s eyes instantly shooting towards your exposed skin, mapping out the beautiful contours of your body as he pulled you back towards him, nuzzling his face against your round breasts as you ran your fingers through his messy hair.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned as his palms explored the new territory, stroking along your sides as he came to the bottom of your bra. Thick fingers thumbing the underside of your breasts, watching carefully as your back arched into his touch.

His lips pressing gentle kisses to the supple skin that peeked out of the black cups, holding his head as he gave playful nips to you, his nose nuzzling the skin as his fingers moved to your back to unclasp the fabric, feeling it loosen around your body as the cups hung lifelessly against you. Moving back so you could pull the material away from your body, letting it fall to the ground as you exposed your chest to Bakugou.

“Shit,” He sucked in a breath at the sight of you bare in front of him. Your breasts posed beautifully for him as he pressed a gentle kiss against your soft nipple, watching the way it hardened beneath his touch. Stiffening to a peak as he repeated the motion on the other side. Large palms cupping your mounds as you let out an airy sigh, moaning as he languidly began to lap at your chest. His tongue slathering spit against your darkened areolas, dragging the tip around your buds as you tried to get him to suck them into his mouth. Tightening your grip on the back of his head as your fingernails dug into the skin, groaning when you felt him comply. His teeth dragging gently against the surface as he sucked one between his lips.

“Fuck, Katsuki.” You mewled, leaning your weight against him as you felt his tongue lash against your nipple, cheeks hollowing as he began to suck crudely. The sound audible over the playlist you’d put on as he pulled back from your mound with a pop, blowing cool air against the wet skin as you shuddered. A smirk on his face as he moved to the other side, mimicking the action as you began to rub your thighs together, “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” He pulled away, lips pouted as he blew cold air against your other stiff peak, “How good?”

“So good.” You gasped when his fingers moved to your jeans, tugging the button as it popped open, your fly unzipping as he began to help you out of the denim. The material slipping to the floor as you stepped out of it, exposing your matching black panties to his eyes as he sucked in a breath.

“Why am I the only one getting naked?” You whined as Bakugou’s hands instantly moved to turn you to the side so he could get a better view. Marvelling the way your underwear curved around the shape of your ass, clinging to your body perfectly as he grabbed a fistful. Squeezing gently as the fabric slipped between your cheeks, pulling back to give the surface a soft smack, making you cry out for him.

“Cause you’re prettier.” He murmured, giving your cheek another spank as he cherished the way you cried out for him.

“No, I’m not,” You scrunch your nose in disagreement as he repeated the motion, harder this time as the smack reverberated around your room.

“Yes, you fuckin’ are.” Bakugou squeezed the roundness of your ass, fingertips digging into the skin he’d just spanked. The sensation causes a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure to ebb through you.

“Katsu, please.” You pouted as your fingers tugged at his shirt, trying to get him to remove it as he finally caved in.

“Fine, fine. So whiny.” He sassed playfully as he leaned back to pull the fabric up and over his head as he dropped it to the floor to join your clothes.

Your hungry eyes immediately drinking in his exposed skin, hands smoothing along his defined pectorals as you brushed through the thin lines of blond hair that danced against his chest. Grazing his nipples as you enjoyed mapping out his body, unabashedly ogling him as he stroked his warm palms along your outer thighs.

“You’re so pretty.” You cooed, pressing a playful kiss to his lips as you pressed against his pectorals so his back was flush on the mattress.

“Yeah? I’m pretty, am I?” He teased back, large palms curling around the back of your thighs as he pulled you on top of him. Your legs on either side of his hips as your clothed cunt was pressed flush against his crotch. The sensation making him grunt softly as he rolled his hips against you, creating delicious friction between both your bodies as his lashes fluttered.

“You’re the fuckin’ pretty one.” He growled as he grabbed both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, grinding you down against his bulge as he deliberately rolled your hips against him, ensuring to drag against your clit with each circular motion. The sensation causing your walls to clench around nothing as you felt your slick dampening the fabric of your panties and sticking to his jeans, “God, you’re such a fuckin’ mess and I’ve barely touched you.”

His fingers slipped between your thighs to brush the back of his knuckles against your clothed slit, feeling how wet you were through the thin barrier of clothing. You sucked in a breath as you felt him nudge your clit, rolling your hips to try and give yourself some more stimulation as he watched the way your chest heaved at the sensation. Having the perfect vantage point of your round breasts above him as he moved his other hand to tweak one of your hard nipples.

Shuddering as you felt his fingers stroke the apex of your thighs, goosebumps littering your skin as he slipped his calloused fingers beneath the hem of your panties, fingers grazing over your outer labia as he spread you open, delving his digits between your messy folds. A growl echoing from deep in his chest as the feeling of you beneath his touch, so wet and slick for him as he trailed along your cunt. Teasingly flicking your sensitive nub before travelling lower, tracing gentle circles around your tight entrance as he felt your walls flutter at his ministrations. Desperately trying to drag him in deeper, to feel him stretching you out as you writhed above him.

Becoming impatient as you moved your own hands from their position on his chest to the waistband of his jeans, fingers tugging at his belt as you managed to unbuckle it, leaving it threaded through the loops as you began pawing at his fly. Unbuttoning the denim as you tugged at the material, trying to give yourself as much space as possible to free his aching cock. You whimpered when you saw how thick he looked beneath the grey boxer briefs he was wearing. A dark circle of pre staining the fabric as you palmed him through the thin fabric, making him grunt as he jerked his hips sloppily.

“Don’t,” His hand was quick to catch your wrist, yanking you back from his crotch as he let out the strained breath he’d been holding in, his chest heaving as he looked up at the ceiling.

The movement catching you off guard as you took it to be an instant rejection, trying to ignore the romantic playlist that was playing in the background, words flowing through the speakers about love and eternity that only seemed to exasperate your feelings. Bakugou immediately caught the look of hurt that was fraught on your features, his gaze softening as his grip on your wrist loosened.

“Oh fuck, no-” He rambled, “Not because it didn’t feel good- shit- because you’ll have me cummin’ in my fuckin’ pants if you keep that up.”

You felt the heavy weight in your chest dissipate at his words, the fear that he’d taken you this far just to reject you now removed as Bakugou began to stroke soothing circles along your thigh, his thumb slipping between your slick folds to find your puffy clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub as he began to rub slow circles around it.

“You like that?” Bakugou rasped as he pressed harder against your clit, watching your face contorted in pleasure as you tried to form a response, instead the words slipping out in an incoherent jumble. Your hips buckled as you tried to get him to give you something, anything more to help send you over the edge.

“More,” You managed to gasp out, your smaller hands wrapping around his thick wrist to try and get him to move towards your entrance, eager to have him inside you.

“More? Greedy little thing, aren’tcha?” Bakugou coddled you, “This not enough for you, Princess?”

“Don’t tease, Katsu.” You whined as you felt his thumb leave your clit, instead stroking along your outer lips as he watched you trying to gain more stimulation for yourself, your hips rolling as you tried to position his touch to where you needed it most. Taking pity on you as he moved his middle finger to slip inside your tight heat.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ.” He groaned at the feeling of your inner walls squeezing around his digit, “You’re so tight.”

You felt his blunt nails dragging along your spongy inner walls, curling his finger to try and find the spot inside you he knew would have you coming undone for him. Trying to drop your hips on his hand to get him deeper inside you as you moved your palms back to rest on his chest, trying to gain traction as you began to fuck yourself on his finger.

“God, I could look at you like this all damn day.” Bakugou kept his hand still as he watched you roll your hips against him, occasionally curling the digit just to hear what sweet moans he could pull from your lips, “So fuckin’ pretty.”

You mewled indignantly when he pulled his finger from your dripping cunt, scrunching your nose as he moved his hand to grab the back of your thigh, your essence sticking to your skin uncomfortably as he caught you by surprise, hoisting you up his body until you were resting against his pectorals.

“What are you doing?” Your face flushed in confusion as your lower half was positioned dangerously close to his face.

“What’s it look like, Princess?” He tugged on your thighs again, moving them over his shoulders so you were hovering over his face. The headboard of your bed was too far away to hold as you trembled above him, “‘m getting a taste.”

Your body flushed in embarrassment as he tugged your panties to the side, getting a close look at your puffy lips.

“Look at this pretty little pussy,” You keen at his words, almost falling backwards before his strong arms weave under your thighs to hold you steady. Holding your ass in his large palms, dropping you down onto his eager mouth. Feeling the flat of his tongue lick a long swipe along your sex, your slick coating it as he tasted you for the first time, the taste igniting something feral inside him as a low growl vibrated in his throat.

“Even better than I imagined,” He murmured before diving in for more, the desire inside you overwhelming as he began to feast on your cunt. His tongue glided between your labia as he found your tight entrance, circling it with the tip of his tongue before prodding it inside your saccharine walls. His nose was snug against your clit as you found yourself grinding down against him. Your hands immediately looking for something to hold onto to try and ground yourself as your fingers weaved into his messy hair. Fingernails dragging against his scalp as you began to ride his face.

“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl.” He growled, enjoying the sensation of you tugging his hair at the root, rutting his hips against nothing as he tried to create some friction for his neglected cock, “Got such a pretty pussy, don’tcha?”

His words made your entire body flush, a heat pooling between your legs as you felt him move back up, his tongue sliding along your sex as he wrapped his lips around your clit. His teeth lightly grazing it as he began to suck, his cheeks hollowing as he lashed his tongue against the sensitive nub. The motion caused you to cry out for him, trying to shut your thighs around his head as the sensation became too overwhelming. Bakugou kept his grip on your ass firm as he continued to work your clit, enjoying the way you caged him in, as though you were trying to suffocate him.

Jumbled words began to tumble from your lips as you tried to form coherent words to describe how you were currently feeling, but you couldn’t. The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt before as he continued to work your body with precision. His hand curling around your body to rest against your pelvis as he angled your hips, keeping you steady as he lashed his tongue against your sensitive nub.

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped, feeling the familiar ache inside you as your climax surged through you like a tidal wave. Your hands pulling at Bakugou’s hair as you bucked your hips erratically against his touch. His grip keeping his lips against you as he held you steady. Trying to close your thighs to no avail as he continued working your clit in his mouth. Bakugou’s vermilion eyes completely focused on your face as your lips parted in a near-constant whine. His name spilling from your throat like a dull mantra, crying out for him as though he was some sort of deity.

“S’too much, I can’t-” You tried to mumble out, your thighs quivering as you felt the intensity of your orgasm still flowing through you, “I’m so-”

You couldn’t find the words, as quickly as you’d reached your first climax, Bakugou had been relentless in granting you your second. Your body almost falling forward if it wasn’t for his grip on you, a display of pure strength from the blond as he kept you upright while continuing to lap against your folds. Nuzzling your sensitive clit before moving his lips down to taste your release on his tongue, shamelessly slurping at your cunt as the lewd noises filled your bedroom and sounded over your playlist.

“You’re such a mess,” Bakugou smirked as he finally gave you a moment to recover as he pulled back from your sex, your slick glistening against his chin as he licked his lips greedily.

“That was-” You didn’t even know how to describe it, if there were even words in this life that could describe the euphoria you felt.

“I know.” He replied cockily, a dopey grin on his face as you made a motion to slap his cheek playfully, “Oi, is that how you treat someone that just made you cum like that- twice,”

“So fucking cocky.” You rolled your eyes as you felt him shuffle behind you, your body still resting around his neck.

“Yeah, I am.” You turned back to watch his thumbs slipping into the hem of his boxers, tugging the fabric down to let it keep around his muscular thighs. His thick cock springing free as you couldn’t help but stare.

You knew he was going to be big, but this was completely unexpected. You could tell how heavy his cock was from the way it slapped down against his abdomen, the sheer girth enough to have your cunt throbbing as you wondered how you’d even be able to take him in. A heavy set of balls sat at the base, a faint scattering of hair around them as the length was just as intimidating. You noted the way it curved, forking veins scattered along it which only seemed to add to his sheer mass as your eyes were met with the mushroomed head. A thick bead of pre oozing from the tip and dribbling against his chest as he moved to give himself a quick pump with his fist, smearing the pre along his length.

“You don’t have to, you know-” Bakugou whispered honestly, his eyes looking up into yours for any sign of reluctance as you shook your head.

“No, I want to.” You reassured him, “I have for a while.”

Bakugou lifted you with ease as he moved you back down to his hips, watching as you used his chest for leverage as you eased your thighs up, taking him in one hand as he hissed on impact. The sensation of your small hand around his impressive girth had him throbbing as he watched you position him at your entrance.

“I don’t think I prepped you enough, Princess. You’re fuckin’ tight-” Bakugou tried to move a hand back between your thighs to stretch you out before slipping his thick cock inside but you were quick to brush him away. Your hand pushing his larger one away as he let out a guttural groan at your refusal.

“No, I want it now.” You pouted childishly as you pressed the bulging head inside you, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him beginning to stretch you out. A gentle throb between your thighs as you slowly began to roll your hips against him, trying to get yourself accustomed to the size as you began to drop yourself lower and lower on his thick cock.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so fuckin’ hot you have no idea-” Bakugou cursed as he rambled on about how beautiful you looked taking his cock, what a good girl you were being for him. His sweet praises only aiding you in taking him inside your walls, fluttering around him as you were eager to please.

“Atta girl,” Bakugou groaned when he felt you take him down to the base. Your messy slick stringing in his neatly trimmed pubic hair as you took a moment to adjust to the intrusion. The subtle tremor of your velvety walls around him made it near impossible for him not to buck up into you, tightening his grip on your hips as the calloused pads of his fingers dug into your sides, no doubt leaving bruises.

“Katuski.” You sighed when you finally began to move against him, grinding yourself against his pelvis as his pubic hair stimulated your clit. Dragging yourself back and forth as you basked in the sensation, throwing your head back as you used his body to get yourself off.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Bakugou cooed, a hand reaching up to flick your nipple as he kept his grip on your hips, letting you move at a pace you desire, “You makin’ yourself feel good, yeah?”

“Feel so good, Suki. You feel good-” You warbled, tears blanking your vision from the stretch as you selfishly worked yourself towards another orgasm.

Your hips stuttered with each movement as you began to lift yourself before dropping yourself back down on his cock, repeating the motion as his thickness dragged along your spongy walls. Each drag of his cock inside you had you feeling warm, hot molten lava flowing through your body as you began to roll your hips above him. Pulling more beautiful sounds from between his lips. Generating invigorating friction as you tried to keep up a steady pace. Your body already overwhelmed by pleasure and you couldn’t get enough as you continued to ride him.

Bakugou’s hands were all over you, touching every single curve of your body he could reach, moving his palms up to cup your round breasts. Feeling the weight in his palms as he thumbed your nipples, cherishing the pretty whine that he managed to pull from your lips at the sensation. Continuing lower as he stroked your soft curves, moving the flat of his palm to press against your pelvis. Certain he could almost feel his thick cock buried deep inside you, stretching your tight body to accommodate him. The realisation had him groaning and bucking his hips up into you, causing you to cry out his name.

“Wait,” Bakugou turned his head towards your speaker as a familiar song began to play out, “Is that one of my fuckin’ songs? I thought you didn’t like my band-“

You flushed at the realisation that you really did have one of his songs on your romantic playlist, it was one of the first songs you’d ever listened to by his band and it was one you cherished the most because it had vocals from Bakugou. Almost as though he was singing it to you.

“You got Serendipity on your playlist?” Bakugou’s grin couldn’t get any wider, flashing a hint of gum as he smirked at you dopily.

“I like this one,” You murmured innocently, continuing your sloppy pace against him, “It’s good.”

“I fuckin’ knew you loved us,” Bakugou replied cockily, moving his hand back to spank your ass, “Can’t believe I’m actually fuckin’ to one of my songs.”

“Shut up,” You pouted, your pace becoming more erratic as you tried to stop the ache in your parted thighs.

“Let me fuckin’ have this one,”

“There’s a growl you do in this song that’s just so fucking sexy.” Bakugou stopped his motions as he gave you the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen.

“Oh yeah?” Noticing the way you slowed against him, lifting yourself up slightly before barely dropping back down, “Getting tired, Princess?” Bakugou cooed, as you nodded your head in reply.

Feeling him tighten his grip on your waist as he held you steady, positioning his feet on the floor as he began to piston his hips up into you, the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as his balls hit the curve of your ass almost to the beat of the song. Your stretched pussy began to squelch with the amount of your shared juices that dribbled down his thick cock and left white ring marks around the base, his motions were more harsh and frantic as his song played in the background.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-” You whined, his frantic pace was making your breasts bounce as he ruts himself into you quickly, greedily trying to send you into another release.

“Gonna cum for me, Princess?” He smirked, “Gonna cum to one of my songs?”

Bakugou was so deep inside you from this position, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each downward motion as he eagerly brought you towards another climax. Your toes curling as you threw your head back, letting Bakugou use you any way he saw fit. Each movement had you feeling a different kind of bliss, an ethereal feeling flowing through you as your vision began to become hazy. Biting down on your bottom lip enough to draw blood as you tried to stop yourself from screaming out for him.

“Don’t hide it, baby. Lemme hear it.” Bakugou rasped between sharp breaths, his cock pulsing inside you at the beginning of his own release, “Lemme hear how good I make you feel.”

Everything felt so intense, so raw as Bakugou continued ramming into you. Your inner walls fluttering around him in the telltale signs of your release, squeezing his cock as you felt yourself reaching your climax.

“Come on, Princess. Cum for me-” You keened as Bakugou continued whispering encouraging words to you, angling his hips so he repeatedly hit that same spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars, “I know you’re fuckin’ close I can feel ya clampin’ down on me.”

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl-” He grunted when he felt your walls begin to pulse around him, milking his cock as you came. Never giving up his pace as his vermilion eyes trained on you, thrusting upwards as his cock  drove into you with reckless abandon, watching your face contort in pleasure as you came around him.

You cried out his name, not even caring if anyone heard you. Your body beginning to shudder as you felt an earth-shattering climax surge through you. Knocking the air from your lungs as your body collapsed forward. Your sweaty chest pressed against his as he continued whispering sweet praises. Bakugou’s arms curling around your back to hold you against him as he greedily used you for his own release. Fucking his thick cock into you as his thrusts became sloppier, guttural grunts leaving his lips.

“Can I- Where do you want it?” Bakugou grunted, unsure how much longer he could hold back as he felt himself teetering on the edge of his release.

“Inside, please cum inside me-” Your lips pressed against his collar bone as you pleaded your request.

Bakugou’s hips faltering at just how sweet you sounded in your request, burying himself deep inside you one last time as he let go. White, hot ropes of cum spurting from his thick cock and coating your inner walls as he continued to rut his hips against you, riding out his release.

Bakugou wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug as he held you against his heaving chest. A light sheen of sweat coating both your bodies as it made you stick together comfortably, his hair pressed back from his forehead from sweat as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head as you both regained your breath.

“That was so fuckin’ good.” Bakugou panted, keeping himself buried inside you for a few more precious moments as he cherished the way your walls fluttered around his softening cock in the aftershocks to your orgasm.

Resting your cheek on his pectoral as you let yourself relax into him, his scent lulling you to sleep as another slow song played out over the speakers. When Bakugou made a move to lift you off his cock you let out a childish whine as you tried to feebly tighten your thighs around his hips.

“Come on, baby. ‘m gonna pull out, okay?” This time you let him lift you off his cock, some of his cum dribbling out of your cunt and onto his pelvis as he tucked you into his side. Letting you nuzzle into his armpit as you curled a thigh over one of his legs, staying as close to him as possible. Bakugou’s eyes immediately moving down to his crotch where some of his release had spilt out of you and onto his lower half. Groaning as he felt his semi-hard cock throb at the thought of your velvety walls again, already thinking about slipping back inside you.

Bakugou continued stroking his hands along your exposed skin, both of you uncaring that you were laying half-naked in your bed above the covers. His lips continued to press gentle kisses against your forehead as he felt you begin to draw absent-minded lines against his pectoral.

“We need to shower,” Bakugou murmured gently, pressing more kisses to your head.

“I know,” You pouted, but you weren’t ready to get up just yet. Still basking in the scent of him, nuzzling your nose against his side as you tightened your arm around his waist.

“No-” You whined when he tried to lift his body up, placing your weight against his side to try and anchor him back down for a moment longer. The motion caused him to smirk as he lay back down. His feet were still positioned on the floor as you curled up near the end of the bed, “Can we just stay like this a bit longer-”

“‘m not going anywhere, you know that?” Bakugou relaxed back against your mattress,

“I still can’t believe I fucked to my own song.” Bakugou grinned, a dopey look on his face that had you rolling your eyes.

“Ugh, I guess this means I’m stuck with you, doesn’t it?” You teased playfully, his gaze meeting your own as he turned his head down to look at you.

“You love it, Princess.” Bakugou smirked as he moved a palm to your thigh, clinging to it as he lifted it higher against his leg, “Besides, someones gotta stick around and fix your shitty music taste.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?” You laughed as you pressed a chaste kiss to his pec.

“I’m not asking, I’m tellin’ you-” Bakugou smirked cockily, “You need all the fuckin’ help you can get.”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know you love me really, Princess.” Bakugou smirked, pulling you into him as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “You better tell everyone you were actin’ crazy the last few months and we’re really your favourite fuckin’ band though.”

“Or maybe we can just start by telling everyone you don’t suck that much,”

“I’m telling everyone you got one of my songs on your ‘fuck me’ playlist.” He tightened his grip on your thigh to prevent you from even attempting to move away.

“That was not my ‘fuck me’ playlist.” You replied with a flustered heat on your cheeks.

“Oh yeah? Well, I think it is now-”

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Another love by Tom Odell. Tell me that Bucky wouldn't send this to his girl when things were getting difficult for him emotionally

ANOTHER LOVE

a/n: no idea if this was meant to be a prompt but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i wrote it lmao

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 1.9k

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Life hasn’t been the fairytale either of you deserved. Things just don’t turn out as perfect as they to in movies and sometimes you fall for the wrong person, too deep probably, and it makes you feel like you will never find the right one.

After everything Bucky had been through he fell for a woman for the first time in decades and though he put all his faith in her, she wasn’t the right person for him. He was ready to give her everything he had and love her with all his heart, but she didn’t want it. She didn’t deserve it. Leaving him heartbroken when she left, thinking that maybe loving someone and be loved by someone is just not meant to happen to him.

Then you came into his life.

Being a nurse working beside Dr. Cho at the Tower, you ended up stitching him up quite a lot following his missions. Bruises, cuts, even bullet holes, you’ve seen them all on his body and though Bucky hated to appear vulnerable, you somehow made him feel at ease when you were cleaning him up, humming whatever song you had stuck in your head that week.

You bonded over music from day one. As a person who likes all kinds and genres, you were his number one source when it came to modern music. You made him Spotify playlists every week, making him listen to the best songs in your opinion and he listened to them all. Not just because they really were good songs but because he was ready to do anything you asked him to. You had him wrapped around your finger in a blink of an eye, but when things were about to take a turn, he backed out. At first, you just thought you misread the signs and that he didn’t even like you like that. But then you heard Banner and Nat talk about how Bucky keeps talking about you and that everyone in the Tower thinks that he is in love with you. So instead of letting him get away with it, you confronted him.

That was when he told you about the woman that hurt him before. The way she broke his heart and made him think that he is not worthy of being loved. And you listened to his every word patiently, though you wanted to smack that woman so badly for hurting such a wonderful man.

“Just because she couldn’t appreciate your love, it doesn’t mean that you are not worthy of receiving or giving love. Because you are,” you told him as your hands reached for his metal one, taking it between your palms. You knew how insecure he felt about it and you wanted him to know that you loved every part of him, even the ones that wasn’t entirely made of him.

“I don’t know if I’m the right guy for you, Y/N,” he shook his head, doubting his worth once again.

“You are, because I want you. And I know that you’ll try your best to be the right guy for me even though you already are,” you chuckles and reaching up you cupped his face in your palm.

That day you made a silent promise to take it slow and just find your own pace with each other. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, loving is already complicated enough, but Bucky’s state of mind was an even messier issue. However you refused to give up on him.

Weeks went by and your usual routine started to change slowly. Bucky didn’t only come to see you when he had an injury to take care of, you went on dates or just hung out after your shift. You were always there when he returned from a mission and he never let you leave the Tower without him, he always walked you home, even if he had work to do.

Everything seemed to be on track. Right until one stupid fight ruined everything.

Sam always had a flirty manner in his act. He liked to chit-chat, compliment you, but it was always just friendly. However, when one day he and Bucky returned from a mission, both of them with quite a few injuries, they ended up under your hands as you worked on their wounds, cleaning and bandaging them.

“Darling, your hands are gifts from God,” Sam sighed when you applied a cooling gel to one of his burns before you covered the injured skin. “Or maybe you are an angel yourself,” he then added, making you chuckle.

“Stop it, I’m just doing my job.”

“And you are so damn good in it. I’m one lucky man,” he grinned at you, but before you could say a word, Bucky jumped off the stool beside him and marched out of the room as if he was just triggered into being the winter soldier again. The door shut close behind him, he walked out without even glancing in your way and he left you all confused. You exchanged a look with Sam before you finished up his wounds and mumbling an apology you went after the grumpy soldier that just left.

Stepping out of the room you spotted him at the end of the hallway, sitting all by himself.

“Hey, why did you leave?” you asked, sitting next to him.

“No reason,” he answered without even looking at you, keeping his gaze at the tiled floor.

“That’s so not true. I know something is wrong. Please, just talk to me!” you pleaded, placing a hand to his arm, but his eyes snapped at it right away and made you think you did something wrong.

“I was just not in the mood to listen to Sam flirting with you,” he hissed.

“Then why didn’t you just tell him to stop?” you asked, knitting your eyebrows together.

“Because… I don’t have the right to act all possessive over you.”

Technically, he was right. You weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but everyone in the Tower knew you were something. You wanted him to be possessive, to make men stop flirting with you because he thought of you as his. You were so close to it too, but now you felt like you were going backwards again.

“Well, you can easily have the right, Bucky. You know that,” you told him, praying he would take the desperate hint you’d been trying to send him these past weeks.

“Y/N, stop,” he breathed out, closing his eyes.

“Why? Would it be so hard to be more than just friends? Am I not good enough for you?” you asked, speaking thoughts you’ve been harboring these past times even though your rationality knew they weren’t true.

“You know that’s not the case!” he snapped, standing from his seat so you did the same. “It’s me, Y/N. I’m the problem and you know that.”

“You are not a problem, Bucky! How many times do I have to tell you that? I’m not the one who broke your heart, I want to be whatever you need me to be, Bucky, but you are shutting me out! I’m getting tired of telling you the same thing over and over again, because you don’t seem to be listening!” you replied angrily, letting out all the pent up tension you’ve been carrying around. “I feel like I’m talking to a wall, you just keep ignoring what I’m saying. And I want to be patient with you, I would do anything to make you happy, but I can’t do this if you don’t cooperate with me.”

You turned around and marched back into the room before he could say a word, leaving him completely stunned and in panic that he is losing you.

That day you went home without him for the first time in months. Not because he wasn’t there to walk you home, Bucky waited for you at the hall, but then he was informed that you left early. It was a clear message to him that he needed to get his shit together if he didn’t want to lose you.

Eating all your feelings away, you sat on your couch that night with your favorite ice-cream, watching reruns on TV, hoping to take your mind off of a blue eyed soldier, but you didn’t succeed. He was all you could think about and the thought of losing him made you want to cry yourself to sleep and never wake up.

When your phone’s screen lit up with a message, you were shocked to see a text from Bucky. Only that no words were in it, just a link that led you to a song on Spotify.

Another Love by Tom Odell.

Even though you knew the song well, you still listened to it, tears rolling down your cheeks as you focused on the lyrics, because you knew it had a message from Bucky. A quite emotional one. You listened to it again and again as the singer sang about feeling like he put way too much of his energy into another love and that he fears that he won’t love his current one the way she deserves. You knew that this was exactly how Bucky felt like, he was scared he wouldn’t be able to give you everything you wanted because he had been hurt so badly before and it broke your heart to know that he was ready to live a lonely life because of his misbeliefs.

Eager to see him as soon as possible, you grabbed your bag and was about to head out, but when you tore the door open you found the man you were looking for already standing on your doormat.

“Bucky!” you breathed out with teared up eyes. “How long have you been standing here?” you asked, holding the door open for him to come in.

“Since you started listening to the song,” he answered with a soft, tired smile. “Like a hundred times,” he then added, making you chuckle even through your tears. “Y/N, I’m sorry for the way I acted today. It’s just so hard for me to put myself out there again. I know that you’re not her, that you’re different, but still, I can’t help but think that it will happen again,” he told you, his voice dying down at the end. Stepping closer you cupped his face in your hands as you stared back at him.

“Putting yourself out is never easy, but you have to do it sooner or later, Bucky. And I promise you, I won’t do the same thing that she did. She didn’t deserve your love, she didn’t deserve you. Don’t punish yourself for her faults,” you pleaded as he leant into your touch, his eyes fluttering closer, his thick eyelashes fanning on top of his skin under his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

“You are not a mess,” you shook your head. “But even if you are, we can be a mess together,” you chuckled and his eyes finally opened as a small smile stretched across his handsome face.

“That sounds good,” he nodded softly as he leant closer and rested his forehead against yours. “Will you wait for me? To fix myself so I can be the man you deserve?” he asked, so out of breath as if he just ran a marathon.

“I’ll be right here, listening to all our playlists until you’re ready,” you chuckled softly, as he smiled back at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a silent promise.

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Heartbreak | awesamdude

Requested? Nope this just helped me with my writer's block

Warnings? None?

Summary: Sam helps you through a heartbreak

Word Count: 1,816

You were certain you were going to be sad forever.

Dramatic yes, but you always had a flair for grabbing attention whenever you could. As much as you didn’t want to admit it though, you were genuinely crushed though by your break up.

You and your now ex-boyfriend Austin had spent six months together, in what you would call a whirlwind romance. He had stolen your heart pretty quickly, the two of you spending what felt like every second for the past half-year together.

Dinners, studying together, errands, dates, weekends, everything was spent together. You couldn’t believe how fast it had happened and then how fast it had ended. You were still reeling a solid week later after being ghosted for a solid two weeks and then having the relationship end with a text that said he couldn’t do this anymore.

You had taken the break up as well as anyone or any of your friends knew. You had cried and cried and cried the first few days, watching sad movies or romance movies over and over until you cursed every man to the ends of the earth for simply existing. You then ate a copious amount of your favorite comfort food accompanied by many sympathetic hugs from your mom.

By the end of the first week, you knew you had to keep going in life, but didn’t know how to cope with the breakup. So, your next resort was sad music. You were pretty certain anyone looking at your Spotify playlists was probably concerned at the number of sad songs playing on a loop but it helped to know someone else understood the pain you were going through.

“Please tell me you at least left your house today?” Sam, your best friend questions.

Sam had been your rock through this entire thing. While he hadn’t come over (at your request since you looked horrific) he still tried and coached and helped as much as possible. He texted you throughout the day, calling you at night to check up on how you felt and what you did during the day. You were definite this boy was the only good one left.

“Uhhh,” you drag out at his question looking around your trashed room and see that you probably couldn’t even make a path to your door if you wanted to through the number of clothes on the floor.

“That’s okay. There’s always tomorrow,” he reassures and you smile lightly at his positive tone.

The next day, you woke up a familiar pang hitting your chest and memories flooding you. Today was probably not going to be a good day in the break-up department. You tried though, for the sake of your best friend, and got as far as showering and eating something.

After lunch you ended up back in bed, sad Taylor Swift music on a loop and your covers pulled up to your chin. Sure, you made progress today and you could carry that momentum into tomorrow but you were pretty certain this was as far as you were getting.

Just as you snuggle into the covers, your phone dings with Sam’s special text tone and you pick it up. Your eyes scan the text and a smile creeps along your lips again.

“You can do this!! What did you eat this morning?”

You text him back, telling him about how your day is going so far and what you’ve eaten, and ask the older boy what his plans are for the day. He’s quick to text back and tells you not much is up and you leave it at that and go back to your playlist and sulking.

Sam couldn’t help but worry about his best friend and the girl he had been secretly crushing on since day one. He hated knowing you were sad and couldn’t do much more than offer words of encouragement and support. As he paces his apartment ideas wracking his brain one hits him like a freight train.

He grabs his keys and wallet, heading out the door to your house. Once there, he knocks on the door, waiting patiently for one of your family members to answer.

“Sam!” your father greets and the brunette smiles.

“Hi, Mr. (y/l/n). Is (y/n) around?”

“Upstairs in her room,” your dad says and Sam nods and thanks him before scaling his way up the stairs and towards your room.

Just before he knocks on the door, he stops upon hearing music playing inside. All Too Well by Taylor Swift blasts in your room and Sam pouts at the idea of you alone and sad in your room. He knocks on the door, waiting for your voice and when he hears you call to him he lets himself in.

When you see Sam enter your room, you sit up in bed clear confusion present in your features. Sam makes his way to you, sitting down in front of you on your bed and you pause your music.

“Hi honey,” he greets and you smile sadly.

“Hi,” you respond weakly.

Sam doesn’t say another word, just opens his arms to you in which you dive straight into. He holds you tight rubbing light circles on your back as tears flow slowly down your cheeks. He pulls back after a moment, lifting your face into his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

“You’re too pretty to cry over an idiot like him,” he tells you and your sad smile shoots straight to his heart.

“I think I loved him Sam.”

“I know baby,” he says, still focusing on your tears and not meeting your eyes. “But he’s still a jerk who hurt you and doesn’t deserve you. Don’t waste tears on that. Your tears and emotions are precious.”

You nod, sitting up and pulling yourself over to sit next to Sam. You lay your head on his shoulder and he rests a hand on your leg rubbing comfortable shapes on your thigh.

“You ready to face the world?” he whispers and you take a deep breath.

“With you? Yeah.”

Sam stands, a wide smile on his face before holding his hands out to you. He pulls you up with him before whipping out his phone and blasting music. However this time it’s the good kind of Taylor Swift that makes you feel like a bad bitch and you can dance around your room too.

Sam takes your hands in his and spins you around the room, the two of you screaming the lyrics together and the louder you are the better you feel. Sam’s hands in yours, the music blasting, and the therapeutic action of yelling Taylor Swift’s music ebbing the pain away slowly.

By the time a few songs have gone by and you and Sam are exhausted from dancing he pauses the music. He holds up a hand, heading to your closet and picking out an outfit before throwing it towards you.

“Let’s go get some dinner huh baby?” he asks and you nod not even realizing the wide smile set on your lips looking at your best friend.

He lets himself out of your room and as you get changed you can’t help the little giggle that escapes your lips thinking about Sam. Before Austin, you had the biggest crush on your best friend. It had never gone away, granted you were pretty sure it was still there the way he had your heart racing just by being in the same room as you.

He made you feel like a queen on your worst days, and like the only woman to ever walk the earth on your best days. You wish you knew if he felt the same or not knowing that if he did you’d give that man the whole world and more.

You finish getting changed, swinging your door open and Sam looks up, an awestruck smile hitting his lips. He holds out his hand and you take it letting him pull you away from the room that held utter sadness for a week now and into your utter happiness.

When you get to Sam’s car, you’re back to blasting music and singing, the two of you trading laughs, jokes, and stories like any other day and Austin has been pushed so far back in your mind you barely remember what he did in the healing presence of Sam.

“The usual?” Sam asks, pulling into both of your favorite restaurant.

You nod and the two of you get out together and head inside the crowded restaurant. You’re seated to the side of the room in a big booth that hides the two of you away from the rest of the world. As you flip through the menu uselessly, already knowing what you want, you realize Sam’s eyes are on you.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing. You’re smiling again,” he says and you don’t even realize the grin that had set permanently on your lips since he had walked into your room.

“I’m glad to see it,” he says and you both smile, a blush covering your suddenly nervous selves before looking away.

Dinner goes by quickly, and you wonder why you didn’t call Sam earlier. The thought crosses your mind but is quickly washed away by the thump of your heart when he sends a smile your way and your feelings reverberate throughout your entire body.

You head out of the restaurant and decide to head home for the night. The ride home is easy, music flowing, conversation traded back and forth, probably the best you felt in a long time.

When you get out of the car, Sam meets you on your side and you lean against the passenger door. You stare up at him as he leans next to you, body half-turned to face you and your heart speeds up a little.

“So,” he sighs out.

“So,” you echo.

His hand comes up to push a piece of hair back, before trailing slowly down your jawline and eventually cupping your cheek. He hesitates for a moment as he turns to face you completely, his body slotting in between yours perfectly.

“Can I?” he asks quietly, his head dipping down mere inches from yours.

You nod, heart slamming in your chest and his lips finally grace yours. You come alive under his touch, one arm wrapping around his shoulder while the other grips the fabric of his shirt pulling him as close as possible. Your lips sync with ease, his body pressed against yours as you sink into his touch.

When you’re out of breath you pull away but stay close to Sam as possible. His forehead lands on yours and he pecks your lips again before pulling back just slightly to look at you.

“So,” he repeats and a smile widens on your lips a giggle escaping shortly after.

“So, wanna come inside?”

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Behind The Scenes

Reader: Female Character: Akaashi Keiji Rating: Explicit Summary: when you start working as an assistant to one of the actors in the Volleyball tv series, Akaashi Keiji. Tags: Actors AU, Drama, Angst, Smut, Slow burn, Fluff

This fic is also in Wattpad and AO3. If you wanto to read it there.

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Table of Contents

Chapters 1/? (without the prologue and epilogue)

Chapter one: Are You Good?

"Are you sure you will sign the contract? Remember I tell you that according to other Akaashi's assistants, he's too strict and grumpy. I don't know how true that is, but I'm just warning you." Miss Nakamura said. She was the former assistant to the most heralded bachelor, Akaashi Keiji. Better known as his role in the famous men's volleyball series, Haikyu.

Right now you were at the show's recording facility in Tokyo. You had been looking for any job for months, and your friend Saeko, who is part of the cast, told you that one of the boys was looking for an assistant, and you didn't think twice. You had previously worked with actors, but they were theater, but you already wanted to aspire to more. You felt able to withstand the pressure of something bigger, or so you thought.

You looked expectantly at the girl who was about your age. This would be your first time working for a highly reputable actor. Deep inside you did not believe the rumors that revolved around Akaashi, because you knew that the assistants are usually somewhat gossipy and like to create rumors. That's why you didn't hesitate for a second to answer her question.

"I'm sure." You nodded, taking the pen and quickly signing in the appropriate places. Since you had already read it before, you were not so stupid to sign a contract without first reading it. You also noticed that Akaashi's signature was already there, which surprised you even thinking about how beautiful his handwriting is. You returned the pen and the papers at the girl, seeing how she stared at you with eyes full of surprise by how you signed without thinking twice.

You waited for her to put a stamp on everything. When she returned, she gave you a smile which you reciprocated in the same way.

"Right now they are verifying the script with the rest of the cast, if you want come with me and I'll introduce you to them. I just warn you, Kuroo Tetsuro is big ass flirt, so don't be surprised if he says something to you." She whispered to you, making you laugh at her comment. She started walking through a huge door, you just followed her. The more you walked, the more many voices were heard, you assumed it was the actors reading their script.

Miss Nakamura opened a door as soon as they reached the end of a corridor. When you opened it, your cheeks were painted a pink color when a number of eyes fell on you. Getting flustered, you bowed to everyone, a nervous smile plastered on your face. Some of them started laughing, because they thought your reaction was cute. It was normal, but every time it happened, they enjoyed it.

"Sorry for the interruption guys, but I want to introduce you to someone who will be here a lot. I hope you treat her kindly." The girl started talking, a huge smile on her face. She seems like she is very happy to no longer work here. She turned a little to the right, pointing at you and you just smiled a little. "She is L/N Y/N, she is a new assistant."

You bowed again, receiving the same from them. With your gaze you took a look at each one. They were quite recognizable faces, others not so much. You noticed Akaashi Keiji in the background, who had a curious expression.

"Nice to all of you, as you already know my name. I'm just telling you that you can call me Y/N, confidently. I'm here to serve you." You were somewhat surprised that you could speak, having so many men staring at you.

"Welcome, Y/N!" They all said in unison.

You could feel your heart pounding into your chest furiously from how nervous you felt. You hoped you weren't saying something old-fashioned so you wouldn't get fired as soon as you've been hired. You heard a few steps next to you, with the corner of your eyes you saw his black hair as if he were just awake and a somewhat strange grin towards you. He made a gesture with his hand, asking for yours and hesitating a little, you gave it to him. However, it was his next action that totally surprised you and you could bet your face was like a tomato at that very moment. The tall, muscular man brushed his lips on the back of your hand, then kissing it before releasing your hand.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful. I'm Kuroo Tetsuro, but you can call me anytime." He murmured loudly, not caring if the others were listening. So that was the one the girl had warned you about, quite cheesy. You were going to answer, but all the boys laughed at what happened. Which made you wish the earth would suck and spit you out into another galaxy.

"In that case, Kuroo, you should call Akaashi directly because Y/N is his new assistant." Nakamura said, then chuckling at the growl of frustration the afore mentioned let out. You couldn't help but laugh too, covering your mouth so no one would see. You have always been ashamed of your smile.

"Why does Keiji take all the beautiful girls? It's unfair." The black haired one snaped, approaching a monochrome haired boy, who was next to Akaashi. Everyone laughed at his comment.

What a comedian.

After a while, everyone went about their business and Miss Nakamura told you to come over to Akaashi to introduce yourself to him. And with the nerves eating you from the inside, you were walking towards him. You thought of a thousand ways to introduce yourself to him, so as not to screw it up.

"Uhm, Sir Akaashi—," You started, but you got interrupted. You could tell in your voice how nervous you were.

"Please don't call me sir, I'm only 25 years old and it makes me feel old. You can use the san with me, it doesn't bother me." Akaashi said. You felt faint. Not only was he physically beautiful, but his voice was a beautiful contrast. It wasn't the first time you heard his voice, but hearing it in person was like a dream. His voice hoarse from him, but soft made your legs shake.

"Excuse me, Akaashi-san." He responded quickly, bowing apologetically, eliciting a soft laugh from the actor. Oh shit I made him laugh. You played with your fingers, not knowing what to say, but ended up saying, "It's nice to meet you and to be able to work with you."

You didn't know if you were dreaming or it was reality, but you managed to see a small smirk with his face before saying, "The pleasure is all mine, Miss L/N."

At this point you could see how nice he is. Which made you confused about the rumors surrounding him. Where did they get that he was rude?

However, you had no idea what was to come.

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