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galina · 5 months
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luvit · 4 months
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perhaps a cheeky little mean bf ghost or konig drabble? i am easily pleased >.<
🐛 lovelovelove your works they are keeping me going in the build up to the holiday season 🐛
(gn!reader, mdni 18+)
BAHAHA i'm a little elf working real hard to make sure these fics make it out for you this season 🎁 try to stay off könig's naughty list tho, hm?
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you think it must have been the teasing that got you this punishment.
how you've been walking around in the cold house wearing nothing but one of könig's large shirts, underwear hidden underneath, and some socks to warm your feet from the icy floor. and when you complained about being cold you'd press up against könig when he was chilling in the kitchen, running your hands against his stomach and chest under his shirt claiming you needed to warm your hands.
or you'd cuddle against him on the couch and grind your ass up against him trying to get comfortable. hear how he'd grunt when you'd wiggle a little bit and feeling his hardening cock between your asscheeks. right before he can grab your waist, you get up suddenly and say you need to go to the bathroom and leave him hanging when you come back and sit on the opposite of the couch.
but his final straw might have been when you asked to cuddle in bed when under a blanket. ever the loving boyfriend who wanted to cater to your needs, he gladly accepted only to pull the blanket away and see you completely naked underneath.
which is how you found yourself currently. you got what you wanted with him cuddling you under the blanket, but könig's got you pressed flush against him with his cock rubbing between your thighs. he grips your ass to have your legs moving up and down so your thighs massage his cock. his large fingers grip you so tightly as they knead against your ass and spread you. can reach around so much that you think he might start fingering you there while he continues to fuck your thighs.
you're so pent up with so little satisfaction, the grinding he does is purely for him. he's positioned himself in a way so that you get so little stimulation from it that leaves you needing just a little bit. every time you try to shift your hips against his, he spanks you.
"calm down. you wanted to keep warm, hm?" his tone is icy. letting you know he has no qualms of leaving you cold if you keep acting up. he grins when you suppress a whine and allow him to hold you still and fuck your thighs again.
positions himself in a way that it's just your thighs that he's fucking so his cock is nowhere near your ass where the tip could easily peek between your ass as he spreads you and runs his palms over the globes of it. you wish with how you're pressed chest to chest that the way he rolls his body against yours that you might get something from it. how your nipples move against his strong muscles, but even that is unsatisfying.
with strong control and awareness of his body and size, he seems to know just how to use it so that you get the least out of it even though you're fully pressed up against him. you wish he'd just fuck you, even spank you a little more because it'd be something. he's so mean about it. makes you wish you never teased him in the first place and just asked for him to fuck you like you knew he would without hesitation. but you just had to rile him up. you want to play? he'll give it back threefold.
you're left clawing at his chest when you feel his dick twitching between your thighs, wishing so badly he was doing this inside of you. he grins when he sees the unsatisfied look on your face, gets off from it really. because he knows how bad you want it but that you won't act out again fearful that he might deprive you entirely of him.
and it makes him let out a grunt before cumming all over the backs of your thighs. watches over your shoulder to see it drip down his cock and paint you in a messy sheen. lets out a deep sigh that has your body moving with his chest. you're worried he's going to pull off of you so that you're left so needy that you might cum from any stimulation, but he shifts you downwards so your ass is pressed against his dick.
then he starts going again just like he did against your thighs, using your ass to stroke his dick nicely. "behave. if you can last until i cum again this time, i'll consider doing my next one inside of you."
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veronicathegoddess · 2 years
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honey, it's okay. shh shhh, my love had such a hard tiring day, didn't you. oh you poor baby. just open your mouth for me. there we go. you're so good for me. now just let go baby, just focus on my fingers. forget about everything else except this feeling. now isn't this so much better my love?
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mysharona1987 · 3 months
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testoster0ne · 5 months
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ybetzarts · 2 months
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Knuckles asking a chao for favors be like:
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The poor thing didnt give up after his first attempt. He's got good intentions when he handled that worn out flower to Knux.
[All FOUR frames⬇️]
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I meant to schedule this one for later, but accidentally posted it and left it out for an hour hngg
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zer0pm · 1 year
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Imagine waking up with Luis sleeping on top of you while you both take shelter from the storm.
Warning: suggestive content 🤫
A/N: editted for mistakes and added upon by just a little for your reading pleasure ;) thanks for your time
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“Think it’s safe?”
“Only one way to find out. ¡Vamos! Into certain danger we go!”
You pinch the bridge of your nose and groan. This man’s optimism was breathtaking, confident in his strides towards the abandoned looking house that you two discovered. You follow behind him, careful in your own steps and had your gun drawn at the ready in case of any unfriendly encounters. Thankfully, your entrance went unanswered and after a thorough search of the building, you both confirm that the coast is clear. Finally, a safe space to squat and wait out the storm.
Sighing in relief, you didn’t realize how exhausted you were until you took a seat on a rickety wooden chair in what you assumed to be the remains of a dining area. Running around avoiding countless plaga in the pouring rain took a lot of your energy and your weary state did not go unnoticed.
Luis speaks addresses you. “Why don’t you take a rest, my friend? There is a bed upstairs. I do not think the owners will mind it.”
Your brow lifts upon reflex, tempted by the idea of laying on something soft after hours of running for your life. However, the consideration of well-being for your present company outweighed your desire to address your own. So you counter him, “And what about you? You look just as bad as I do.”
The man dismisses your suggestion with a wave of his hand, “I’ll keep watch. Make sure no scary monsters come bumping in the night. No te preocupes, I’ll be fine.”
Always the gentleman this one.
Still, you weren’t going to let him get away with it. Especially at the sight of the dark circles beneath his eyes. Chivalry be damned. You take a moment to absorb your dusty surroundings and listen closely to the weather. The two of you were lucky to even find this place amidst the pouring rain and you were certain there wouldn’t be any uninvited guests coming in to hack you both into pieces anytime soon with how bad this storm is raging.
“Pretty sure we’re safe here, Luis. Can’t see anything in this damn rain and place looks like it hasn’t been occupied in ages. Plus, with Leon Kennedy roaming about, think Saddler is commanding his minions to focus more on him than us.” You wave your finger around the air, figuratively drawing the argument back at him. “So if you need some shut-eye too, I was told there’s a bed upstairs.”
Luis chuckles breathlessly, evidently amused at how you effectively countered him. He then hums aloud, seemingly taking your reasoning with careful consideration before a coy smile curves upon his handsome face.
“Qué lindo. So stubborn just to get me to lie with you.”
The color drains from your face in an instant.
“Now hold on a minute-“
The man cuts you off with a rambunctious laugh. “You’re much too easy to tease, my friend. Very well, then. You win!” he says with an affirmative clap before making his way to the stairs. Halfway up, he stops in his tracks to look down at you. “Well? You coming?”
You wait to see if he would follow up with further teasing. When he didn’t, you wordlessly got up from the chair and joined him. As he said, there is indeed a bed on the far wall of the room. Like the rest of the house, it looks like it had seen better days but neither of you were in a position to be picky especially when sleep was beckoning. You approach the bed and lift the sheets off, dusting as much as you can before setting it back down and doing the same for the pillows. The bed was big enough for two people, so it should be fine to share without worrying about bumping into one another in your sleep.
“There,” you huff, satisfied with how you prepared the bed. “Is there a side you prefe-“
Your voice catches in your throat when you turn around and take in the sight of Luis’ bare back. It was only when you see him fidgeting with the zipper of his pants did you find it again.
“What are you doing?!” you practically screech.
The dark-haired man glances casually at you over his broad shoulder, not at all bothered by your sharp tone.
“What does it look like? I’m making myself comfortable,” shrugs Luis. “I suggest you do the same. You’ll get sick if you sleep in wet clothes.”
The desire to argue for the sake of arguing was strong, but you found yourself distracted by his physique. For a man who claims to be just a “simple researcher”, he is pretty cut. The definitions of his muscles are both impressive and pleasing to the eye. It didn’t help that the man is devilishly good-looking as well, not that you will ever say that out loud. The man’s ego was big enough as it is.
If you were taking too long to speak up, Luis didn’t say. He turned his head away from your direction. “I won’t look, prometo. And I’ll take the left side. Muchas gracias.”
A man of his word, Luis did not once look your way as he wordlessly went to his side of the bed and slips himself beneath the sheets. After a moment of inner conflict, you heed his advice and strip yourself down to your underwear as well, taking your clothes and his to hang off the stair railing. Finally reaching the bed, you see that Luis was still lying on his side. The heavy breathing your ears pick up suggests that he’s fast asleep. Although your heart was beating frantically, you settle under the covers as well. Your form mirroring his with your back towards him. Sleep came quickly.
You’re not sure how much time has passed when you woke up, you only know that it is still storming outside… and Luis Serra is on top of you.
His whole body is practically draped over yours. He partially lied with his chest both against the bed and on your side. The heavy weight of his right arm was wrapped around your middle with his hand resting almost possessively on your hip. You can feel his breath fan against your neck, leaving warm, lingering tingles upon your skin. It suddenly felt impossibly hot in this chilly room.
You didn’t need to see the man’s face to know he is still sleeping, snoring soundly against your ear. Careful not to wake him, you tried to move away. However, the moment you fidgeted, Lus stirs and his hand moves from your hip to your shoulder, effectively keeping you in place.
Well, then. This is awkward.
The idea of waking him up came to mind but you thought better against it. Why embarrass you both and deny the other some meaningful rest? That was the excuse you came up with as you feel the man nuzzle against your neck and shoulder. The scratch of his facial hair feeling wonderful against your skin. An involuntary sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth and you had to bite your bottom lip to stop more from coming out. You needed to pull yourself together. The man is sleeping, for god’s sake, and here you were, getting hot and bothered.
Just as you were about to accept your situation with grace, you feel Luis move once more. Followed by a lethargic groan, he twists until he is on his back, withdrawing his hand from your person until it rested on his sculpted abdomen. His eyes are still closed. His expression is peaceful, absent of the coquettish mask he usually wears. The man looks impossibly beautiful like this and you found yourself reaching a curious hand towards his face. You manage to stop right before his cheek, mesmerized by his sleeping form. If lives weren’t on the line, you’d watch him forever.
“How long have you been awake?”
The sound of his thick accent made you jolt, retreating your hand back to your side. You almost thought you were imagining Luis’ voice until your eyes catch the flutter of his lashes. Grey eyes peeking in your direction.
Unable to think of anything better to say, you candidly answer back, “How long have you?”
The Spaniard grins wryly. “Tocado. Point taken.”
He turns his head, his expression telling that the man is well-rested and now focused entirely on you. There was something in his eyes that you cannot place. Or more accurately, there was an emotion within them that you recognized all too well as you were certain you had the same burning in yours but dared not to acknowledge our loud. You mimic his movements, ensnared by his magnetic gaze. When he turned his body so that he was completely facing you, you did the same. Neither of you have broken eye contact. In the corner of your vision, you see him lift his hand until it hovered over your hip at the exact same spot it was before. Luis doesn’t lower it, however, his eyes silently asking for your permission. A slight nod from you was the sign he was waiting for and you are graced by his warm touch once more.
His thumb caresses soft patterns against your hip bone, teasing the skin beneath the band of your underwear. Your breath hitches, his subtle touches already stirring something fierce inside you.
“¡Mierda! Don’t make that face.” the man growls, wearing a serious, pained expression. You blink in confusion. Instead of elaborating right away, Luis earnestly squeezes your hip, earning a wanton gasp from your mouth, and pulls you in against him by the curve of your back.
“If you keep looking at me like that, mi amor,” he says through gritted teeth, his hot breath mingling with yours. “I won’t be able to savor you slowly.”
That undid you.
You weren’t sure which of you two closed the distance. While the storm was pouring freezing rain outside, you and Luis kept one another plenty warm inside.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. You can find the next (Rated M) part here ;)
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isbergillustration · 11 days
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One of them is going to fuck you up. The other will cheer them on supportively. Up to your imagination who does which.
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sergle · 3 months
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i'm mixing up a bottle of polish bc i have half a bottle of a beige shade I really hate-- and I really want to make... a dupe... for the nail color of that oc in the tom cardy vids. val I think. with buttons.
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this is what I'm working with rn
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ginger-by-the-sea · 2 months
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vagun1ka · 5 months
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im into reverse now...
#HEAR ME OUT.. sonetto and matilda are sun and moon dynamic...but a really interesting one#because usually (not always!) we see sun as bright and cheering person and Matilda appears to be one (she even has such voiceline#i mean sonetto is usually here to help others and share her warm and light while matilda is more about herself (which is not bad#“a glorious sun as bright as matilda”#and sonetto in more reserved.... she seems to be the quiet one here... like moon#yET... they have the symbols of sun and moon in them... sonetto has warm palette +her parade coctume portraying really sunny day#while matilda has colder palette and deals with moon when she is making divinations#next important aspect that...matilda is really influenced by sonetto.. not talking about her obv crush on her...but also in motivation way#matilda wants to be the center of the school like sonetto - the best student. she even got in school partly because of sonetto..#i believe her headband were inspired by sonettos as well... she takes things that were originally sonetto's and reflects it in herself#like moon reflects the sun's light#plus due to matilda's how to say...self-centered (in neutral way) attitude she hasn't yet shared much with others unlike sonetto has#i dont say matilda never helped anyone because its not true... i hope you got me#sonetto impacts others way more than matilda lets say this#to conclude matilda is the moon who really wants to be the sun and sonetto is the sun who sometimes wishes she was the moon#thanks for coming to my tedtalk#also fat matilda yay!#reverse 1999#re: 1999#reverse matilda#matilda bouanich#reverse sonetto#sonetto#also mesmer is my favorite character after matilda#mesmer jr#my art#fat art#fat positivity#fat matilda#fat mesmer
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galina · 6 months
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October's come swift. Overnight the weather, the light, the colours, the sounds seem to have turned so autumnal. It's really cosy to stay in bed. Currently reading Bring No Clothes – I really loved Charlie Porter's last book and have been looking forward to reading and thinking more about why we wear what we wear
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luvit · 3 months
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Pine-ing for You | Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
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☆ kyle "gaz" garrick x gn!reader ☆ fake dating, home for the holidays, sloooowburn, fluff, slight angst (very little), friends to lovers trope, kind of idiots to lovers (reader side LOL), looots of winter holiday puns ☆ 23k words / 7 chapers total ☆ after lamenting the prospect of yet another year of going home to your family and meeting the countless comments from aunts, uncles, grandparents, parents, and even the family dog, you're wondering how to deal with the fact you're alone this christmas. once again. luckily for you, gaz is quite eager to offer himself for the job to be your pretend boyfriend for a weekend.
this is v heavily inspired by the interaction i had with @buttdumplin during my gaz day celebration. i dedicate all 7 chapters of this to u. the full work is available on my ao3 here! if you'd like a quick teaser, the prologue is down below 😘❤️
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“What time are you coming in?”
“Probably around late afternoon to early evening.”
“Do you think you’ll be in time for dinner?”
“Yeah, I’m planning on leaving pretty early so I can make the drive.”
“What? You’re not flying in? Or taking the train?”
You sigh, switching your phone to the other ear while you continue to stuff more random clothes you forgot you had into a suitcase. You didn’t realize you brought so much stuff. And screw winter clothes for having to be so bulky. Why can’t they make warm clothing that doesn’t take up 70% of the space in your bag with just one coat and a pair of boots? Why do you have to look like the Michelin Man to protect yourself from the cold? Man, going ready to go home for the holidays sucked.
“I’m going to drive. I decided maybe I can make a few stops on the way to visit some of my friends before coming home.” You think about your plans with Price, how he invited you to have brunch with him before both you and him go to your families. Gives you both just one more day to be able to unwind and not have to deal with the chaos of your big families, no matter how much you love them.
“Are you sure?” your mom asks, her tone evident that she’s disappointed she can’t have you for a few more days. “You can still fly in and we can have one of your uncles or aunts go pick you up at the airport.”
And there was the part that sucked the most about going home for the holidays. No doubt seeing you come back with nobody to introduce to the chaos of home means whoever would pick you up or see you first sends the (unsurprising) news to the family group chats. You’ll have to hear way too many comments about how it’s time for you to settle down and start a family. Why’d you have to choose such a dangerous job anyways? Why couldn’t you go into accounting and find someone nice who can finally stand next to you in the holiday family photos so it’s not empty in that spot anymore?
“I’m sure, mom,” you drag on, already feeling drained at the mere thought of encountering your family again.
“Are you bringing—“
“I’ve got to finish packing. Bye!” You hang up, knowing that she’s got some few choice words to say but wouldn’t bother calling you back. She’s probably too busy having to coordinate with family already in town and family that’s arriving since your home is the host location this time.
It’s not long after you’ve thrown so many more pairs of underwear than days you’re spending away that you decide now is a good stopping point. All that’s left is to pack the necessities that you’re still using for now, which can be done up until the point you leave. You’re sitting in a more open space, wanting to be away from the mess of your barracks for the time being.
“Heading home soon?”
You turn and find Gaz has entered the space, giving you an easy smile and nod of his head. You slump a little more in your seat, as if his company has made you even more relaxed in the cushions. He leans against the back of the couch and stares down at you with that smile of his. You note the beanie he dons on today instead of his usual hat. Make sense, though. It’s a lot colder inside than it usually is, most likely because more people are gone which means no reason to have the heating on so high.
“Yeah, I’m off to visit Price first before making the drive home though.”
“You’re driving?” he asks, a little perplexed given that you complained about not having snow tires a while ago.
“Didn’t want to go home so early. My family keeps nagging me because I’m wasting away my years single when I should’ve been married with three kids by now.”
“I thought you wanted two,” he grins teasingly, having remembered this conversation where you had said if you were to ever have kids at all… then two would be the perfect number. And the conversation stemmed from a dream you were taking care of two mini you’s, exact replicas of you just mini sized, and were trying to figure out how to get into the Epcot ball that was supposedly filled with even more mini you’s.
You let out a sarcastic chuckle and another sigh. “What about you?”
“Personally, I think two is also a good number.”
“I meant when are you going home, dumbass?” You chuck a pillow at him and he catches it with ease. He throws it back down on you and it lands on your head and musses up your hair so some gets in your face. You can’t see the way he pauses and shrugs because you’re busy moving the pillow and fixing your hair. Not realizing he’s opened his mouth to speak, you go on to continue. “I bet your family’s not as bad as mine for the holidays. I’m gonna have to be sat next at the kids table again and talk with my twelve-year-old cousin who likes to brag at how they a boyfriend and I don’t.”
Gaz ponders for a moment and you look up to him pursing his lips. “What if…” he trails off, looking conflicted with what he’s about to say next.
You arch a brow at him. “What if…?”
He hums in thought again, still trying to gauge if he should make his suggestion or not. Gaz looks into your eyes and for a moment you get lost in them trying to decipher whatever he could possibly be thinking about. “I mean, how would you not get sat at the kids table?”
“Uh, well, there’s not enough seats for one. But, also, it’s because they treat me like the designated babysitter since I’m like the solo chaperone.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Where are you getting at with this?” It seems like he’s gone from that mist of overthinking and now Gaz is full of confidence. He sounds like he usually does when he has a plan that he knows is going to be successful.
“Humor me.” He holds up his hands as if to put you at ease, but the rising suspicion in you is not making itself pretty evident on your face. “What if… for the holidays… it’s time to spruce things up!”
He looks pleased with himself. Too pleased. “Was that a Christmas pun?”
“C’mon, that was a good one! I have a solution for you. By the sounds of it, you’re in dire need of assistance. This is snow laughing matter!”
You groan, tired of the way he’s beating around the bush. You rub at your face and smack his hand that rests on the couch and he retracts it with a pout. “Gaz! Out with it, just tell me!”
“Someone’s got a resting grinch face,” he mumbles. At the glare you give him, he clears his throat and gives you an amused smile. “How about I go with you for the holidays?”
“Like spend time with me like I am Price? Sure, where’s home again? So I can plot it on the map and arrange my travel schedule fine. I’m okay prolonging staying with my family for a couple more days if you wanted to spend time with me.” You start thinking of the itinerary and suppose that missing out on the family Christmas card pictures is fine since you’re always booted to the far right since all the couples take up the space in between.
“No, like, I mean go with you. To spend time with you and your family.” His grin falters a little bit as the nervousness of his proposal comes back to him. He’d be inhuman not to with the way you’re deadpanning at him as you try to figure out what he means. He answers your unspoken question with a phrase that leads to a million more questions. “I can pretend to be your boyfriend to save you from your relatives.”
You think on it for a moment. What a proposal… would it be such a great idea? I mean, Gaz is a great guy and a reliable teammate to you. He’s one of the very few you’d trust with your life and all your secrets. But how would you pull it off? How would your family react? How would you act once the holidays are over?
Fuck it. “Okay, let’s do it.”
Gaz grins so wide that his energy is starting to rub off on you. You mirror his smile and sit up against the couch more comfortable. “Great! Snow time like the present, I always say.”
He doesn’t always say that, but you can’t stop the endeared look you give him while smacking him with a pillow again. “First things first, no more bad Christmas puns.”
“Ouch,” Gaz laughs when you put on a fake grimace. “Looks like those were a miss…tletoe.” He gets hit with the pillow once more.
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MC x Mammon is the Smart/Nerd x Stupid/Idiot trope but the roles are interchangeable and they each are a very specific type of stupid (& smart) and by that I mean
MC is the "in front of the class trying to solve a math problem, looks back at mammon, sees him holding up the answer & proceeds to draw mammon holding up the answer on the board" kind of stupid
While Mammon is the "looks at MC mouthing "not guilty" during his trial and says "hot milky" with full confidence" kind of stupid
They can both occasionally be stupid at the same time but if they're both smart at the same time the world implodes
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chaiiskindagross · 1 year
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PART THREE zombie boyfriend! katsuki bakugou x chubby! genderneutral! reader
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Warm Bodies! zombie apocalypse au w/ quirks
TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of corpses, but nothing else is worth noting, let me know if i need to add anything here.
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IT’S BEEN FIVE MONTHS SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE.
Even before he’d been turned, Bakugou was known for being a man of little words so it wasn’t too difficult for him to have a phone call with his best friend, even after not being in contact for such a lengthy period of time. As you’d expect, Kirishima had done most of the talking, in which Bakugou would grunt and hum in response to whatever inquiries the man asked. You sat nearby in complete silence, not moving a muscle as you zoned in on the conversation between the two of them. Apparently Kirishima has been working with some of their shared friends, and started building a community of sorts for survivors they’d stumbled across. He then went on to explain that they had been doing their weekly exploration for survivors and food, when Kaminari had mentioned something about the electromagnetic waves being off in an area they were exploring. And since Kirishima had no idea what the fuck that meant, Sero was the one to explain and then led to Kirishima whipping out his phone to check for bars, much to the traveler’s surprise, his phone had fucking bars. And the first thing he did was call up his best friend. There was no way the blond would be dead during this time so he figured that there was a high chance he’d be able to get in contact with him by calling his cell phone, and to the graces of whatever forgiving god was listening, the call went through and here they were now, having their first conversation in months. 
After that was established with a little more detail than necessary (according to Bakugou), Kirishima proposed the great idea of meeting up in an area that was the halfway point between their locations. Much to your surprise, Bakugou didn’t seem to hate the idea and accepted the coordinates that Kirishima had given him, jotting everything down, along with an estimated time of arrival, and then hung up. Even though the call had ended, Bakugou made no effort to put the cell phone down, instead, he stared at it, it seemed like he was still processing what had just occurred. Who wouldn’t be stunned at such an unexpected development? 
You remained seated, simply watching his facial features for any changes. Usually, he had his usual scowl on but at the moment he looked relaxed and relieved, a bashful smile slowly creeping across his features. You wanted to coo at him but held back, waiting for his next move, or any indication that he was going to move. When it didn’t seem like he was moving anytime soon, you decided to clear your throat, catching his attention, which he gladly gave when he looked up from the little cellular device, turning to glance at you while putting it down onto the table, along with his forgotten book. 
“You look happy, shouldn’t we start heading out?” You asked, getting up from your seat to go towards him before taking a seat in his lap, picking up the notebook he had used to write down the coordinates and the meeting time. “I don’t think we could take a car to this place so we should get walking.” You offered but promptly waited for his input, feeling his arms snake themselves comfortably around your waist as the gears inside his head started turning. After a few seconds or so of making his decision, he hummed in reply, nodding his head before muttering something about getting enough supplies for their unexpected ourney. You quickly agreed and hopped off his lap, much to his dismay, to get started on your supply-packing so the two of you could be off and meet up with old friends and whoever else happened to be traveling with them. Hopefully, things would go smoothly, but knowing the universe, there was no way this was going to be a normal adventure. However, was that necessarily a bad thing? Frankly, it was starting to get a little boring staying in the apartment all this time with nothing else to do but watch movies and reruns of shows, occasionally picking up a book to read. This was new and a little exciting, even at the prospect of having to deal with some walkers along the way. 
… 
After you’d packed two backpacks for the both of you, filled with necessities, you got dressed after a much-needed shower and were excited about actually going to venture past the invisible border you and Bakugou had drawn around your apartment that was within five miles. You’d be going beyond that today which seemed pretty surreal, though you did find yourself replaying that day in the back of your head, stealing a few glances at your boyfriend as he slipped on a pair of combat boots he had scavenged from a neighbor’s house after having grown out of all his shoes after transforming. (good riddance to those horrendous ass church shoes) He sensed you staring and turned his head to glance at you, an eyebrow cocked as your eyes locked. The two of you had been doing exceptionally well, your routine hadn’t changed in the least bit aside from a few adjustments. You were happy. He seemed happy. There was no need to dwell on the past, was there? And who knows, maybe a cure was already being developed. But, did he want to be cured? You hadn’t asked him. Instead, you offered a small smile as you stared back at Bakugou, which caused him to huff, a light violet dusting over his cheeks as he went back to lacing up his boots, standing up afterwards to adjust his tight fitting black t-shirt, along with the green camouflage cargo pants he had on. He then picked up one of his newer hoodies, shrugging the slightly warming article of clothing on, leaving the zipper undone.. You soon followed suit, taking the two bags with you towards the front door and putting on your shoes, ready for your mini-adventure. You’d made sure to also wear warm clothes due to it being winter, which was a plus since you had extra layers on to shield you from being bitten by any wandering hungry beasts looking to bite a chunk outta your ass. That was Bakugou’s job anyway… 
Once you were both ready to head out the door of your apartment, you eagerly picked up one of the bags, ready to put the straps on so you could carry it on your back, only for it to be abruptly snatched right from your hands. Just like taking candy from a baby.. You turned to scold your hulking partner, only to see him already securing one of the backpacks onto his back and the other across his chest. He then held out his phone towards you, urging you to take it, which you did, already seeing that he had input the coordinates into google maps and pressed ‘start’ on the walking route directions there. Ah, so he was asking you to be the navigator while he would be the one to carry the bags. You didn’t exactly hate the idea and even if you protested, being the stubborn bastard that you loved oh-so-much, he wouldn’t give in to giving you any weight to carry, so you went on and stepped out of the apartment first, followed by Bakugo, locking the door behind you before the two of you began your journey towards the staircase that led to the ground level. Ever since the nomu attack, the two of you had been leaving the back way of the building to avoid any unneeded confrontation with walkers. And strangely enough, ever since Bakugou had turned, no walkers had come in sight whenever the two of you went out looking for food, it was almost unsettling with how much of a ghost town your part of the city had become. Maybe you should have been thankful for the lack of undead, but it still made you a little finicky, thinking about where they could have gone, or if there was a chance that there was a hoard collecting somewhere, ready to attack you and Bakugou at any point in time. 
This train of thoughts had led you to holding tightly onto Bakugou’s hand as the two of you began walking through the streets, fingers interlocked together as you kept your nerves under wraps. With one hand gripping his, you used your other hand to hold his phone that was currently giving you silent directions to your newest destination, frequently looking down at it to give a quick look over your next turn. You were glad that he’d opted for a solar power charging case, basically guaranteeing that the thing wouldn’t end up completely dead. 
While you were taking your job as navigator very seriously, quietly tugging Bakugou along in the provided direction you both needed to go in, he was acting as your diligent protector, constantly staying on guard and checking out every inch of your surroundings. Occasionally, he’d pull you a little closer to him when he heard some noise that almost always turned out to be some wild animal scavenging for food in random garbage cans. You appreciated his protective side but being randomly yanked around did earn a couple yelps of surprise from you that would have certainly alerted any nearby zombies, thankfully there didn’t seem to be any no matter what direction you walked in. It was almost as if they had all disappeared into thin air. 
Thanks to the lack of the undead, you two had managed to get to the meeting point in one hour, if you had to stop and fight off any of the undead it would have taken you longer but you didn’t have to worry about that apparently. 
The rendezvous location happened to be an old community center that the pro-heros often frequented for recreational activities such as swimming, basketball, weightlifting, and things of that nature. As you’d expect, it was abandoned and looked quite unkempt. Just like many other buildings that you’d passed by on your way there, mother nature seemed to be on the long and strenuous journey of reclaiming the land, building interiors starting to be overrun by an overwhelming amount of vines and other foliage. It was strangely beautiful but also a reminder of just how long it had been since the beginning all hell had broken loose. 
Per (purr) Kirishima’s suggestion, the two of you wandered into the weightlifting room and decided to camp there for a bit until the group had arrived. It was somewhat nostalgic, considering that the center was often used by heroes and children, meant for the community to get to know the heroes a little more personally. Thankfully, since it was a little deeper in the building it looked much better than the rest of the building aside from a few layers of dust that were caked onto the equipment. And to your surprise, there were no walkers in sight of the building, of course there was the occasional corpse here and there, but it was quiet all around, which both relaxed and perplexed you. 
Once you had got inside of the weightlifting room, Bakugou shut the double doors behind you both and you went to have a seat in one of the resting areas of the weightlifting room, sighing in relief as you began to stretch out your legs that were a little sore from having to walk for quite a bit without resting. Coming to sit beside you, Bakugou pulled one of the hydroflasks from the side of the backpack strapped to his chest and handed it to you after you had slid his phone into your jacket pocket. 
“Drink. You’re… breathin’ hard.” He verbally observed, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you unscrewed the top of the flask, gulping down quite a bit of the water before sighing relief. You hadn’t realized it until that moment but you had been panting after basically speed walking your ass over here, your throat burning quite a bit from darting to the rendezvous. You couldn’t exactly help yourself since you were eager to get from point A to point B, AND you had to keep up with Bakugou’s long strides. 
After drinking a suitable amount of water and getting your breathing under control, you exhaled, screwing the top back on and handing the flask back to Bakugou. He took it and replaced it, seeming to not be impacted in the least by the walk to the rec center. You were a tad bit jealous, even before he’d turned he had always been quite fit and in-shape, now with the extra height and muscle he was more than a force to be reckoned with. You playfully glared at the side of his face before leaning back into the chair you were in, giving a look around at the room you were in. Since you didn’t have to be all that quiet anymore due to being in a closed space, you decided to try and strike up a conversation though you kept your voice low to just a tiny bit above a whisper. 
“When do you think they’ll get here? I think we showed up a little too early… Isn’t it weird how no walkers have shown up or have been in the area? Do you think they’ve all been captured or killed?” You asked, suddenly starting to wonder if it was a good idea for Bakugou to meet old friends in the state he was in. What if they mistook him for the enemy and tried to kill him? Then again, why would you be sitting so close to him, unharmed, if he was really a threat? While you’d been pondering the thoughts, Bakugou had removed a little notebook from one of the front sections of the backpack on his chest, along with the pencil and had been writing down a response to your questions. You were brought out of your thoughts when he shoved the notebook in front of your face, forcing your vision to focus and hone in on the neatly written words on the page he’d written on, flipping the pages to read what he wanted to verbalize. 
They’ll be here soon. Those dumbasses are maniacs and are probably sweeping through the neighborhoods as we speak, nothing’s gonna kill them. And I don’t know. Do you want walkers to be roaming around everywhere you go? Could be a good thing if they’ve been captured or something of the sorts.
After reading his words, you considered your options about the latter subject, your brows furrowing as you considered the possibility that the walkers had all been captured. But that brought up a new worry. “If they were all captured doesn't that mean you’ll be captured as well? Let’s face it babe, you’re not exactly fully human anymore.” He rolled his eyes at your comment and took the notebook back, writing down something else for you to read after aggressively flipping to a blank page. 
You think I’m gonna let some jackasses abduct me? Hell no. Stop worrying, you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon. 
You laughed quietly at his words, glancing at him afterwards to see that he had puffed up his chest like some kind of alpha male. You would have bursted out laughing if you weren’t worried about alerting some kind of zombie hoard about your location. Suddenly, he stiffened, sitting up immediately as he sniffed the air, almost like a dog who’d just smelt trespassers. Thankfully, he didn’t growl, instead, his head snapped towards the door and he stared at it, waiting for whatever it was that was currently invading his senses to show itself. It wasn’t a walker, he could tell that through some sort of sixth sense, but he was unsure if it was one of his old colleagues or not considering he didn’t know what they smelled like and couldn’t see through the room’s walls. 
On the other hand, you had none of his heightened senses so you were forced to rely on Bakugou during times like these, your own eyes glued to the door as you waited for something to happen. You weren’t sure if he’d heard a walker nearby or not but you weren’t taking any chances. The two of you had remained silent, but soon, the sound of approaching footsteps had made you lean back a little more in your chair while Bakugou leaned in. 
Right when the doors had begun to open, Bakugou sprung up and you did the same, ready to spring into action if necessary, even if your quirk wasn’t exactly meant for fighting. 
The first thing you saw was a head of scarlet hair, though it appeared that the roots were onyx and needed a good dye job, ducking down in order to fit through the door frame. Instantly, Bakugou recognized who it was and seemed to relax just a fraction. The both of you then took note of the men that followed, yet another hulking form came after, though he was much lankier and the entirety of his hair was raven, followed by a mop of spunky yellow hair. All three of them wore a variation of streetwear, a mix of camouflage and the color black. To put it simply, they were apocalypse-ready, and strangely enough none of them had weapons, though they all wore backpacks. It was an easy guess to figure out why they didn’t have weapons, considering they all had pretty useful  quirks that turned their bodies into weapons. 
Soon enough, the three familiar men were standing across from you and Bakugou, the three of them seemed frozen in place, staring at Bakugou in complete shock, taking in the changes to his appearance. It was obvious they were all confused and had questions to ask, weary of what he had become. They were even more surprised to see that you were standing there, looking almost like a little chunky mouse, holding hands with the big lavender man. 
The staring contest between all of you was certainly something, it was almost like you were daring one other to say something first. Bakugou was starting to lose his patience but was unsure of what to say, instead, he opted for giving your hand a light squeeze, hoping you would catch onto his signal. You did, thankfully. 
With an awkward chuckle, you raised your free hand and waved, deciding to be the first one to speak up. “Hey guys… long time no see, heh. How’ve you all been? Great, I hope… haha!” 
The three male’s gazes switched from Bakugou to yours, almost like they were all trying to formulate the proper words to say. Unsurprisingly, Kaminari was the first to say something. 
“What in the flying fried fuck happened to you, man? No offense, but you look like a dick that’s been stroked one too many times.” He said, his tone sounding rather comical to pair with his perverted claim. Bakugou glared at the male who made the comment, daring him to say something else that was just as equally stupid. Now, did that ever stop him in the past? Absolutely not. But, thankfully, right as he parted his lip to make another comment, Kirishima beat him to the punch and spoke up. “Are you like… dead—? Ya don’t seem dead, but ya don’t seem too alive either. What even happened…? I know for a fact that the last time we saw each other you did not look like that.“ 
Bakugou seemed to relax a little more before letting a sigh out of his nose, he then looked at you yet again, silently begging for your help, which you gladly gave while giving his hand a bit of a reassuring squeeze. You then explained to the three of them what had gone down and what led up to this point, which wouldn’t have taken so long if it weren’t for the occasional question you had to stop and answer from both Kaminari and Kirishima. Not that you really minded, but you were starting to get a bit worried about nightfall approaching, thankfully it would be a couple hours before that time came, giving you and Bakugou time to explain your current predicament whilst also catching up with the shenanigans from the three of them. 
… 
The five of you had soon found yourselves all sitting around on the floor and speaking amongst each other. After you had explained what happened to him, along with some input from the big zombie man himself, the three were surprised at first but didn’t seem to think badly of their old friend. It amused you to think of just how strong of a bond the four had, even when Bakugou didn’t seem to acknowledge it (in public, that is). You listened patiently as the conversation continued, occasionally saying a few things here and there when appropriate. 
“s’where’s… pinky?” Bakugou suddenly asked after a few seconds of a pause in their conversation. 
The room grew gloomy. The sudden tension was thick enough to slap like the roof of a used car that some old bullshit salesman was trying to sell to you at a ridiculously high price. Something was going on here and Bakugou was going to get to the bottom of it. When the three men across from you failed to answer his question, the blond shifted awkwardly, noticing the way Kirishima’s shoulders had fallen, Kaminari looked increasingly uncomfortable, and Sero’s usual plain smile had dropped into a frown. Even with his harsh personality, he knew it would have been rude to ask the obvious but he was getting a little impatient. “Spit it… out…” He murmured, looking at his redheaded friend, waiting for him to say something.  It looked almost like it was taking everything out of him to say something, but, eventually, Kirishima sighed and ran a hand down the front of his face. 
“She got… bitten, and turned.” He said, looking down at his hands after placing them in his lap. The huge, usually bubbly ex-pro hero who was always the one trying to brighten the room when it became gloomy was the one who needed some brightening up. After hearing this, Bakugou had frozen up and you frowned. 
You had met all of them, including Bakugou, at U.A during their second year, which happened to be your first year there after transferring from a hero school in your home city. The unlikely group of friends had immediately made you feel welcomed when you joined their class, Mina happened to be the first one to approach and befriend you so this news was more than heartbreaking. On the other hand, Bakugou was at a loss for words. He knew that a chance for something like this was possible, but for it to happen to someone important to him, he was shaken to the core. Then again, he couldn’t imagine what Kirishima must have been feeling when it happened or how he was feeling at the moment. But that wasn’t going to stop him from asking his next question. 
“Did you… kill her?” 
This time around, Kirishima chuckled dryly, reaching behind his head to scratch the back of his neck. “Couldn’t bring myself to do it, none of us could. Plus, who knows? Maybe one day a cure will come and she can come back, y’know? She’s back at our base, locked up safely in the secret bunker we’ve got. Mei and Ocho put her into suspended animation to stop her from deteriorating too fast after Shinsou put her to sleep before she could fully lose her humanity.” He explained, his eyes never leaving his lap as he spoke. You understood. You understood completely. Moving from where you were seated, you sat down beside him and patted his back a few times. “I know what you’re feeling, Kiri. I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself after Katsuki was bitten. I’m sure there’s going to be a cure soon enough. It’ll all work out.” You said, smiling hopefully as he looked from his lap and then at you, soon giving you one of his own sad smiles. 
“Too bad she’s not as stubborn as Bakugou. But, even I know it has to be deeper than that. There’s gotta be some kind of hidden science behind what’s going on with you.” Sero said, rubbing his chin in thought. Then his eyes widened a little, his gaze soon focusing on you. “Wait… Y/N… did you use your quirk on Bakugou after he was bitten?” You raised an eyebrow at his inquiry but answered anyway. “Yeah, I did. It didn’t do much though, besides heal his bite. Babe, think you could show them the back of your neck?” Huffing in response, he did it anyway, turning his head around a little to let them see the healed bite that was nothing but a scar now. A few seconds later, he turned back around, being a little self-conscious about his newest addiction to his body scars. Sero squinted now, looking between you and Bakugou, starting to mentally smoosh some puzzle pieces together. 
Kaminari, who after noticing that the tension in the room wasn’t all that thick anymore, took out a bag of shrimp chips he had in his backpack and yanked it open, starting to nibble on one of the chips. “I only got a B in Biology, but I’m pretty sure Y/N said something about their quirk being able to heal people even at a genetic level. So it’s possible they healed the cells that were directly impacted by the  nomu, meaning that some infected cells still remain but enough of Bakubro’s original cells are still healthy which stopped him from completely turning—“ He paused to shove a handful of chips into his mouth before he continued his little spiel, mouth full with crumbs spilling all over the place. “—if my theory’s right, if Y/N touches Mina they might be able to heal her like they healed Bakubro. But that’s just a working theory, not sure if it’ll actually work but there’s a chance it could. And what do we have to lose?” 
Silence. 
The four onlookers watched as the blond continued to scarf down a bag of shrimp chips, seeming to enjoy the snack as he looked back at them. Honestly, they were a little bewildered. “Y’know… that actually could work.” Sero said, a little shocked by how quickly Kaminari had made such an observation and then came up with a solution in just a matter of seconds. Truthfully, Kaminari was a dumbass when it came to common sense, but he was much smarter than most people thought in book smart terms, he was just one of those kids that was far too clouded by their boredom to actually try. Kirishima stared at his friend for a few seconds but then he had some thoughts of his own. 
“That’s up to Y/N. I’m not forcing them to do anything they don’t want to.” He said, though you could easily hear just a hint of hope and desperation in his voice. For you, the decision wasn’t difficult to make in the slightest. “Of course I’ll do it. She’s my friend after all. And who knows? If it does work then that means… Well, let’s just worry about that later.” Kirishima smiled after that, pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing you like his entire life depended on it. It might have, considering just how much Mina meant to him. 
While you were struggling to breathe and were being smothered, Bakugou pulled out his notebook to write something down, quickly jotting it down before promptly handing it to Sero who read over it with ease. It seemed that no one was going to save you from being hugged to death by the hardening hero. What a way to go. 
Where’s your base? Is it close?
Sero nodded. “Kinda. We drove from the base to here. We thought there would be more zombies around here, but we haven’t seen any for miles. So it only took us a couple hours to get around so, it shouldn’t take too long to get back there. Especially since we didn’t find any survivors— living ones, that is.” 
While unconsciously listening to Sero speak, Kirishima loosened his grip on you, allowing you a second to breathe and catch your breath. “Yeah! I’ve never seen such a ghost town ‘til we got to this city! It’s almost like they all died, er, died again…” You took the chance to escape his hold, slipping from his arms to go and sit back down next to Bakugou, glaring at the smirking half-zombie who seemed to enjoy you suffering at the hands of the red headed teddy bear of muscle. You were about to rip him a new one but Kaminari interrupted with a belch that nearly shook you to your core, followed by his own version of a little announcement.
“Ah, ‘scuse me. By the way, if we’re done having our reunion… Could we get going? This place gives me the creeps.” 
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author’s note: hellloooo! i’m back with another chapter! hope you enjoyed it! let me know if you’ve got any theories about why the zombies have suddenly “disappeared”. 👀 and, will y/n be able to heal mina like they healed bakugou? I’m very curious to see what you guys think! alsOo, hope you enjoy my weird sketches of the boys in this au, i did not feel like coloring and polishing so that’s the next best thing i could whip up! anYwAYs!! likes are always appreciated but reblogs and comments keep me writing! :D until next time… MWUAHAHAHA
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