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Summary: Michael Jackson had never heard of you until tonight. But the second your name echoed through the Grammys for winning Best New Artist, everything around him seemed to blur. Your beauty caught his attention instantly, but it was your voice…soft, graceful, real-

that left him completely captivated.

Contains: yearning, soft tension, vulnerable Michael, admiration turning into obsession, slow burn

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! 🤍 This is officially my first story on here, and I’m really excited to share it with you all! This is not a one shot — I already have a part 2 planned and I’ll most likely upload it later today or tomorrow. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it ✨

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The soft golden lights poured over the massive theater, reflecting against diamonds, silk dresses, and polished shoes as applause echoed endlessly throughout the room. Conversations mixed together like music itself, artists from every genre gathered under one roof to celebrate greatness.

The Grammys were always loud.

Applause.

Laughter.

People whispering to one another while pretending not to stare.

Michael had attended enough award shows to know exactly how the night would go. Smile for the cameras. Accept an award. Shake hands. Thank the audience. Repeat.

It had become routine.

He sat comfortably in his seat near the front row, black curls falling softly around his face while his fingers rested against his chin. Every now and then someone approached him just to say hello or congratulate him on another nomination.

“The King of Pop everybody,” someone had joked earlier.

Michael only smiled politely. He was used to titles like that now.

Truthfully, nights like these no longer excited him the way they once had. There was always another award. Another performance. Another headline.

Nothing surprised him anymore.

Until now.

“And now,” the announcer spoke brightly into the microphone, “the Grammy for Best New Artist.”

A few cheers echoed around the room. Michael looked up casually toward the screen displaying the nominees.

That was when he saw you for the first time.

Your picture appeared beside the others, but somehow Michael’s attention stayed on you alone.

You looked… different.

Not overly polished.

Not fake.

Not trying too hard.

Just beautiful. Effortlessly so.

Michael found himself leaning forward slightly in his seat without realizing it.

“And the Grammy goes to…”

The audience grew quiet.

“Y/N L/N!”

The room exploded into applause instantly.

Michael blinked.

Your face appeared on the giant screen, eyes wide in pure shock as both of your hands flew over your mouth. The people around you screamed excitedly while you sat frozen for a moment like you genuinely couldn’t believe your own name had just been called.

It made Michael smile softly.

You weren’t expecting it.

That much was obvious.

Slowly, you stood from your seat, smoothing your outfit nervously while making your way toward the stage. Cameras followed your every movement, but you barely seemed aware of them.

Michael couldn’t stop staring.

The closer you got to the stage, the more he noticed little things about you.

The slight shake in your hands.

The shy smile pulling at your lips.

The way you kept taking tiny breaths like you were trying not to cry.

Something about it felt… real.

Not rehearsed.

Real.

When you finally reached the microphone, the applause slowly settled. You looked out into the crowd for a brief second before laughing softly under your breath.

“Oh my God…” you whispered.

The sound of your voice alone made Michael straighten slightly in his chair.

It was smooth. Gentle. Warm enough to melt through every layer he kept around himself.

You glanced down at the Grammy in your hands before speaking again.

“I don’t even know what to say right now,” you admitted with a nervous smile, causing a few people in the audience to laugh softly.

“I honestly didn’t think I’d win anything tonight. I was just happy to be here.”

Michael’s eyes never left you.

Not once.

Most artists walked onto that stage desperate to sound important. To prove something.

But you stood there vulnerable instead.

And somehow, that affected him more than he wanted to admit.

You thanked your family first, voice trembling slightly. Then your producers. Your fans. Every word sounded sincere, like you truly meant every thank you leaving your lips.

Michael felt his chest tighten unexpectedly.

You reminded him of himself before the fame became overwhelming. Before every appearance had to be perfect. Before he learned how lonely success could actually feel.

Then your eyes scanned across the audience briefly.

For one second, just one-

your gaze met his.

And Michael swore his breath caught in his throat.

You smiled politely before looking away again, completely unaware of the effect you’d just had on him.

But Michael noticed.

Oh, he noticed everything.

By the time your speech ended, he was already on his feet applauding before most people around him had even stood up.

His rings clinked softly together as he clapped, eyes fixed entirely on you while you smiled shyly and exited the stage.

He watched until you disappeared backstage completely.

Then he sat back down slowly, unable to explain the strange feeling settling deep inside his chest.

Curiosity.

Admiration.

Yearning.

Maybe all three.

Because suddenly the award show didn’t matter anymore.

The music.

The cameras.

The celebrities surrounding him.

None of it held his attention now.

All Michael Jackson could think about…

…was hearing your voice again.

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Part 2

first christmas part 2.

michael jackson (off the wall era) x reader

part 1 here <3

4k-5k words

just a shy Off the Wall era MJ that starts secretly meeting the girl outside their houses after their first Christmas together, trying to feel like a normal boy while hiding from the world.

Soft fluff with winter walks, record store and cozy café moments <3

She stood frozen on the porch long after he disappeared down the street snow continued falling softly around her, the cold biting at her cheeks but she barely noticed it.

All she could think about was the feeling of Michael’s lips against her skin, it had only lasted a second but somehow it made her heart beat so hard it almost hurt.

And the worst part was the way he’d looked afterward completely embarrassed like kissing her cheek had taken every ounce of courage he had.

The kiss stayed on her cheek long after Michael disappeared down the street.

Not physically of course, she wasn’t insane.

…Okay maybe a little bit

She stood frozen on the porch for a good thirty seconds after he left, staring at his silhouette getting smaller beneath the glowing streetlights while snowflakes melted slowly into her hair.

And the more distance grew between them, the more her brain seemed to replay the moment against her will.

The way he had hesitated first, the way his face had turned bright red immediately afterward.

And the way he had practically fled down the sidewalk like kissing her cheek had been the boldest thing any human being had ever attempted.

A laugh escaped her softly into the cold air.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

She nearly jumped.

Lily stood in the doorway wrapped in a blanket like a tiny suspicious grandmother.

“I’m not smiling.”

“You are.”

“I’m literally not.”

“You look weird.”

“Go to bed.”

Lily narrowed her eyes dramatically.

“Nevermind…Did Michael kiss you?”

Her entire body stopped functioning.

“What?!”

“I KNEW IT-”

“LILY!”

The little girl burst into evil laughter before sprinting back inside the house while she stood there in complete horror, face burning so badly she thought she might actually evaporate into the snow.

~~

That night she barely slept.

Every time she closed her eyes she saw him again, his curled hair dusted with snow, shy smiles hidden behind his sleeves, glossy eyes beneath Christmas lights.

And worst of all, the way he had looked at her like kindness was something rare.

She think that part hurt the most because underneath all the laughter and softness and awkwardness she had noticed it constantly.

Michael always seemed surprised whenever somebody cared about him, like he didn’t fully trust happiness when it stayed too long.

And somehow after only one night she already missed him.

Which was ridiculous right ? like absolutely ridiculous.

She had known him for barely twenty-four hours?

and yet the neighborhood already felt emptier without him walking through it..

The day after passed painfully slowly, mostly because she kept accidentally looking for him outside the house.

At first she told herself it was subconscious, then Lily caught her staring out the front window for the fourth time in the afternoon and said “You’re waiting for your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Mhm.”

“He’s literally not.”

“Then why do you keep looking outside like a sad Victorian woman?”

She hated how funny that was. “I’m gonna throw you into traffic.”

Lily gasped dramatically.

“You wouldn’t say that if Michael was here.”

“Exactly. So where is he?”

Lily grinned smugly. “AHA.”

Damn it.

The truth was she hadn’t seen Michael since Christmas night.

And she hated how disappointed she felt about it.

A part of her wondered if maybe he regretted opening up so much ?

Maybe he thought he had embarrassed himself.

Or maybe he was hiding somewhere replaying every conversation the same way she was.

And honestly… knowing Michael, he probably was.

Another day later, snow covered nearly every sidewalk in the neighborhood.

The house was quiet for once, Lily was at a friend’s house and her parents were out shopping, soft music drifted lazily through the living room from the vinyl spinning near the window.

She sat curled up on the couch with a blanket over her legs and a book resting open in her lap, only half paying attention to the words.

Outside, the sky was pale gray and slow snowflakes floated past the windows.

The whole afternoon felt sleepy and comfortable.

The kind of winter afternoon that made time feel softer.

She turned a page absentmindedly while music crackled gently through the speakers then she froze.

A familiar figure was walking down the street.

It was Michael.

And her heart reacted before her brain did.

She practically launched herself toward the window so fast the blanket tangled around her legs and nearly killed her.

“Oh my God-! ”

The couch attacked her ankle on the way down.

By the time she finally reached the window, Michael was already halfway past the house walking slowly beneath the snowy trees completely unaware.

She shoved the window open immediately.

“Michael!”

He startled so violently she thought he might actually fall over, his head snapped upward in confusion and for half a second he looked genuinely alarmed before recognizing her.

Then his entire face changed, it softened instantly into the shyest and happiest smile she had ever seen.

And God that smile was dangerous.

“There you are,” she called down breathlessly from the living room.

Michael laughed softly below her, visible relief crossing his face so openly it made her chest ache.

“I was just walking.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

He looked embarrassed immediately.

“I mean- not in a weird way. I- I was not-”

“Michael,” she laughed, leaning against the window frame, “you literally live in the neighborhood.”

“Right.”

Snowflakes landed in his curls while he stared up at her, cheeks already pink from the cold.

Or maybe from her.

For a second neither of them spoke and somehow it still felt easy, like they had known each other longer than one Christmas.

“You disappeared,” she teased softly.

Michael lowered his eyes for a second at that.

“Sorry.” The apology came too quickly.

Like he had spent his entire life apologizing.

Something inside her softened immediately. “You don’t have to apologize for disappearing for two days,” she said gently.

“I know I just…” He hesitated awkwardly. “I didn’t know if maybe you wanted space after…”

After I cried on your porch and kissed your cheek.

The unfinished sentence hung between them anyway.

She smiled despite herself. “Michael.”

He looked back up.

“If I wanted space from you, I wouldn’t be halfway out a window right now.”

That made him laugh enough to make her stomach flip stupidly.

God this was getting embarrassing.

“You busy?” she asked.

Michael blinked slightly like the question caught him off guard. “…No.”

“Good.”

He waited. She waited. Neither of them seemed to know what happened next.

Finally Michael looked around awkwardly before gesturing vaguely down the street.

“I was actually going to the record store.”

Her eyes lit up immediately.

“Oh my God wait.”

Michael looked alarmed. “What?”

“Don’t move.”

“…Okay?”

She disappeared from the window before he could ask questions, and Michael stood there in the snow looking deeply concerned about whatever was happening upstairs.

Two minutes later the front door burst open.

She ran outside still pulling her coat on properly while trying not to slip on the icy steps.

Michael instinctively stepped forward like he was prepared to catch her if necessary which only made her grin harder.

“You run like Lily,” he informed her.

“That’s sooo rude.”

“It’s true.”

“You literally almost fell over when I yelled your name five minutes ago.”

Michael looked personally attacked by this information.

“I got scared!”

“You jumped.”

“I did not jump.”

“You absolutely jumped.”

He hid part of his face behind his scarf immediately, laughing into it while snow continued falling around them.

And standing there watching him try unsuccessfully to defend himself,

She realized Michael looked happier now.

Like maybe Christmas had stayed with him too.

~~

She noticed it the second they started walking together.

Not because Michael said anything, he almost never said things directly when they involved himself.

But she noticed the way his shoulders tensed every time a car slowed down near the sidewalk or the way he instinctively lowered his head slightly whenever people passed too close.

The way his eyes kept flickering toward strangers before relaxing again once they walked by without recognizing him.

At first she thought maybe he was just shy then a teenage girl exiting a bakery suddenly stopped mid-conversation and stared openly at him.

“Oh my God… That’s…”

Michael’s entire body stiffened beside her.

The girl squinted harder.

And immediately Michael stepped closer to her side like it was instinct, like hiding beside her somehow made him less visible.

The girl kept staring for another painful second before her mother dragged her away down the sidewalk.

Only then did Michael breathe normally again.

“You okay?” she asked quietly once they crossed the street.

Michael nodded too fast. “Yeah.”

Liar.

He shoved his hands deeper into his coat sleeves afterward, curls falling slightly into his eyes as he kept walking beside her.

“You don’t like being recognized, do you?”

The question made him glance at her briefly before looking away again.

“It’s not that.”

“It kinda seems like that.”

Michael hesitated for several seconds, snow crunched softly beneath their shoes while distant music drifted from somewhere down the street.

Finally he sighed quietly. “I just…” His voice came out softer this time. “I wanted today to feel normal.”

Something about the honesty in his tone made her heart ache instantly. Normal, such a simple word.

But somehow it sounded impossible when he said it.

Michael kicked lightly at a pile of snow near the sidewalk clearly embarrassed he had admitted that out loud. “I know it sounds stupid.”

“It doesn’t.”

He glanced at her again, uncertain.

“You’re allowed to want normal things, Michael.”

A small silence followed that.

Then, almost shyly he say “Yeah?”

The way he said it nearly destroyed her emotionally, like nobody had ever told him that before.

She smiled softly. “Yeah.”

He looked down immediately afterward, but she still caught the tiny smile pulling at his mouth.

And suddenly she understood something terrifying:

making Michael happy was becoming dangerously important to her.

The record store sat between a tiny bookstore and an old diner near the corner of the street.

Warm yellow light spilled through the fogged windows, and the second they stepped inside the smell of old vinyl and dust wrapped around them comfortably.

Michael visibly relaxed almost immediately, it was subtle but she noticed.

His shoulders loosened slightly, his expression softened and the nervousness in his eyes faded just enough to let curiosity replace it.

“You come here a lot?” she asked quietly while pulling off her gloves.

Michael nodded.

“Sometimes.”

The older man behind the counter looked up briefly from his newspaper. “Afternoon, Mike.”

Michael smiled instantly. “Hey.”

“You’ve got secret places,” she teased softly as they wandered between shelves.

Michael looked adorably defensive immediately.“I don’t have secret places.”

“This is definitely a secret place.”

“It’s just a record store.”

“Mhm. And you’re just Michael.”

The second the words left her mouth, Michael went quiet.

He looked down toward the records in his hands for a moment longer than necessary fingers lightly tracing the edge of the vinyl sleeve.

And when he finally smiled again, it looked smaller like she had touched something fragile without meaning to.

“That’s my favorite part,” he admitted quietly.

Her heart genuinely forgot how to function for a second.

Good Lord this man was going to ruin her life.

To recover emotionally, she immediately grabbed the nearest record from the shelf.

“Oh absolutely not.”

Michael blinked at her. “What?”

She held up the album dramatically. “Bee Gees?“

“They’re good!”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Michael gasped softly like she had deeply wounded him. “They are good!”

“You have terrible taste.”

“That is incredibly rude.”

She laughed while Michael followed her farther into the aisle still defending himself passionately under his breath and honestly? Watching him like this felt surreal.

Just a shy twenty-one-year-old boy arguing about music.

There was something strangely intimate about seeing him relaxed enough to be playful.

He teased softly, he laughed, he even forgot to hide his smile.

And every time he did she caught herself staring.

At one point Michael crouched down near a lower shelf looking through old vinyls while quietly humming to himself.

She watched him for a second too long, he looked peaceful.

Really peaceful.

And she realized that this might be one of the only places where nobody expected anything from him.

Michael glanced up unexpectedly and caught her staring.

Immediately she looked away pretending to inspect another shelf. “…Why are you smiling?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Oh my God you sound exactly like Lily.”

That made him laugh loudly enough that the man behind the counter glanced over with an amused smile.

Michael noticed instantly and lowered his voice again out of habit.

Eventually they made it to the front counter carrying a small pile of records after nearly twenty minutes of arguing over music like an old married couple.

Michael insisted she had “no appreciation for good songs.”

She insisted he was emotionally attached to terrible albums for no reason.

“You called Stevie Wonder overrated.”

“I said one song was overrated.”

“That’s worse.”

“It’s really not.”

The older man behind the counter watched them with poorly hidden amusement while ringing up the records. “You two are cute,” he said casually.

Silence.

Her brain stopped functioning immediately.

Across from her Michael froze so hard he looked genuinely petrified.

The poor man continued counting change completely unaware of the emotional destruction he had just caused.

“You remind me of me and my wife when we were younger,” he added warmly.

Michael nearly dropped one of the vinyls. “We’re not-”

“At all-”

They spoke at the exact same time, then both stopped in horror before accidentally making eye contact which somehow made it worse.

The man blinked slowly. “…Right.”

Her face burned violently.

Beside her, Michael looked seconds away from evaporating into dust.

“Anyway!” she blurted out way too loudly.

Michael shoved money onto the counter with the speed of a man escaping a crime scene. “Thank you so much mr Lewinson, okay bye-”

The bell above the door practically screamed as they escaped into the cold winter air.

The second the door shut behind them, both of them kept walking in complete silence for several steps then Michael suddenly hid his face behind his scarf.

“Oh my God.” She burst out laughing instantly.

“That was terrible.”

“You looked like you were gonna faint.”

“He thought we were together!”

“You almost threw the money at him and ran.”

“I panicked!”

“You absolutely panicked.”

Michael groaned dramatically while she laughed beside him hard enough to nearly lose balance in the snow.“This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“It’s deeply traumatic!”

That only made her laugh harder, and despite his embarrassment she noticed the tiny smile he kept unsuccessfully trying to hide behind his scarf.

God she loved making him laugh.

The realization hit her so suddenly she almost tripped over her own boots.

~~~

Snow had started falling harder by the time they reached the café near the corner of the street. Warm golden light glowed through the windows, fog curling softly against the glass while people sat inside nursing coffee cups and talking quietly beneath strings of Christmas lights.

The second they stepped through the door, warmth wrapped around them completely and Michael visibly melted.

Honestly there was no other word for it, his curls were dusted with snow, his cheeks pink from the cold and the second warm air hit him he let out the softest sigh imaginable.

It was so cute she almost had to look away.

“You look freezing,” she laughed while pulling off her gloves.

“I think my head stopped working fifteen minutes ago.”

“That explains your terrible music opinions.”

Michael looked offended again.“You’re actually evil.”

The café smelled like cinnamon and coffee and melted chocolate. Soft jazz played quietly somewhere near the counter while people murmured sleepily over steaming drinks.

It felt impossibly cozy like stepping into another world after the cold outside.

They found a small table near the window and Michael immediately chose the seat facing away from most of the room without even thinking about it.

A few minutes later they sat curled around oversized mugs of hot chocolate topped with absurd amounts of marshmallows. Lily would have definitely lost her mind over this place.

Michael stared down at the marshmallows floating in his drink with genuine fascination.

“You’ve never had hot chocolate with marshmallows before?”

He looked up sheepishly. “…Maybe?”

She gasped dramatically. “Michael.”

“What?”

“That’s actually sad.”

“I’ve had hot chocolate!”

“But not properly!”

He laughed softly under his breath before carefully taking a sip then his eyes widened slightly. “It’s good,” he admitted quietly.

“It’s literally sugar.” she laughed

“Yeah but it’s good sugar.”

She smiled into her cup.

Outside, snow continued falling heavily past the windows while people hurried down the sidewalks bundled in coats and scarves.

Inside, everything felt warm and comfortable.

Michael rested both hands around his mug, shoulders finally relaxed again after hours of subtle tension.

“You seem calmer here,” she noticed softly.

He glanced at her briefly before looking back down at the chocolate. “I like places where nobody expects things from me.”

The honesty in his voice made her chest ache all over again and before she could stop herself, she asked quietly “What do people expect from you?”

Michael went still for a second then slowly he smiled a little sadly into his drink. “To always be perfect i guess.”

The way he said it hurt because it sounded exhausting.

By the time they finally left the café, the sky had gone darker.

Snow covered almost everything now, soft white layered across rooftops, sidewalks and parked cars. The whole neighborhood looked quieter beneath it, like the world had been wrapped carefully in cotton.

Michael held the door open for her as they stepped back outside, immediately pulling his scarf higher over the lower half of his face when the cold hit again.

“You know,” she said while walking beside him, “you’re getting suspiciously good at this.”

“At what?”

“Normal people activities.”

Michael laughed softly through his scarf. “I had hot chocolate. I think that’s a low bar.”

“You also survived social interaction.”

“That part was harder.”

She grinned.

The walk home felt slower than before but not awkward.

Snow crunched beneath their shoes while warm light glowed from nearby houses, and every now and then she caught Michael glancing around the neighborhood with that same soft expression he always got here.

Like he loved watching ordinary life happen around him.

At one point a family passed them carrying grocery bags and arguing loudly about wrapping paper.

Michael smiled watching them disappear down the street.

“You do that a lot,” she noticed.

“What?”

“Watching people.”

He looked embarrassed immediately, eyes lowering toward the sidewalk. “Sorry.”

“There you go apologizing again!”

A tiny laugh escaped him. “I just think it’s nice,” he admitted quietly. “Seeing people together.”

The simplicity of the answer nearly broke her heart.

God everything about him felt too tender for this world.

~~~

Her house came into view a few minutes later but before either of them could reach the front steps, headlights suddenly turned into the driveway.

“Oh,” she blinked. “My parents are back.”

Michael subtly straightened beside her almost instantly. He was nervous.

The car doors opened and her parents stepped out bundled in coats while carrying shopping bags.

“Well look who’s here!” her father smiled immediately upon spotting Michael.

Michael gave a shy little wave. “Hi sir”

Her mother’s face softened instantly seeing him standing there beside her daughter beneath the snow.

“There’s our favorite guest!”

Michael visibly melted and panicked at the same time somehow. “Oh- um…”

But before he could fully react her mother stepped forward and hug him warmly like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Michael froze like his brain had completely stopped processing then her father pulled him into a quick side hug immediately afterward and Michael looked even more startled.

She had to bite the inside of her cheek not to smile too hard.

Because despite how shy and flustered he looked, she could see it clearly that he liked it.

He liked being included so naturally, being greeted like someone familiar and someone wanted.

Michael laughed softly under his breath afterward, face visibly pink beneath the cold. “You all hug a lot,” he mumbled shyly.

Her father looked confused. “You don’t like it?”

Michael immediately looked like he regretted saying it out loud. “No I just- it’s nice.”

The quiet honesty in his voice made all three of them soften instantly.

Her mother touched his arm gently.

“You’re always welcome here.”

There it was again. That look in Michael’s eyes every time someone cared about him too openly.

She watched him lower his gaze with a tiny smile tugging at his mouth, curls falling into his face while snowflakes melted against his coat.

And suddenly she realized that Michael had probably spent most of his life starving for affection without even knowing how hungry he was.

Eventually he glanced down the street toward home.

“I should probably go before your family adopts me permanently.”

Her father grinned. “Too late.”

Michael laughed quietly, cheeks pink again.

God he was cute when he got embarrassed.

“Goodnight,” he murmured softly.

Her parents disappeared inside first after another round of warm goodbyes, leaving her alone with him near the porch steps beneath the glowing lights and immediately the air changed again.

Michael looked at her for a second like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out how then finally: “Today was really nice.”

She smiled. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “I like being around you.”

The words came out so sincere and unguarded that her heart practically collapsed on itself.

Michael seemed to realize what he’d just admitted immediately afterward because he looked down at the snow with visible embarrassment. “I mean- obviously- not that I don’t like other people-”

She laughed softly. “Michael.”

He groaned quietly into his scarf. “I’m making this worse.”

“A little.”

That made him laugh too.

Then slowly, shyly he stepped closer.

Close enough now that she could see tiny snowflakes caught in his eyelashes.

For one nervous second he hesitated again then he leaned down and pressed another soft kiss against her cheek. “Goodnight,” he whispered.

And before she could fully recover emotionally he turned and started walking down the snowy sidewalk toward his house.

Halfway down the street he even spun once briefly against the snow before immediately looking around to make sure nobody saw him.

Unfortunately for him she did and she laughed so hard she had to grab the porch railing.

~~~

The second she walked inside both of her parents looked up from the kitchen.

Oh no, Immediately no.

Her mother smiled way too knowingly. “So…”

“I’m going upstairs.”

“Mm no,” her father said calmly. “Come back here.”

She groaned dramatically while dropping onto one of the kitchen chairs.

Neither of them said anything for a moment.

Which was worse then finally her mother smiled into her tea. “He’s very sweet.”

She stared at the table. “Mhm.”

“And shy,” her father added.

“Mhm.”

“And clearly likes you.”

Her head snapped upward instantly. “He does not.”

Both of them looked unconvinced. “Oh please,” her mother laughed softly. “That boy looks at you like you hung the moon.”

She nearly choked. “That is literally insane.”

Her father grinned.“We saw him kissed you didn’t we?”

Absolute silence then both of her parents started laughing while she hid her burning face in her hands.

“Oh my God.”

“You’re blushing,” her mother teased.

“I hate this family!” She laughed thinking about the afternoon she spent how eager she was to see Michael again.

okay I love this part and I still have plenty of ideas to develop, I’m really trying to establish their relationship slowly! tell me what you think!! <33

look at him he’s so cuteeee

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I... love this idea so much, @queenondeezmatatas

(Under the cut is adult content, but it’s non-sexual submission, there is no explicit sexual content.)

starts from being neighbors with shoto and snuck into his room and they started hanging out, got to ua where they started to mature and started to develop feelings... then to adults where reader accidentally drank too much with bestie bakugo in some hero gala and confessed to shoto in public

she wakes up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed with a mop of red and white hair laying on her stomach

being childhood besties -> pining idiots -> lovers w/ shouto

note(s): suggestive?? nothing extreme. she/her reader, reader wore makeup at said gala, bakugou’s nickname for reader is idiot mcgee?? lmao. aged up because drinking and getting drunk at a hero gala 🤩 just to align with what anon said, planned on answering this sooner— but i ended up allowing my ideas and thoughts to marinate, so now we have a scenario 🤩

(this is actually longer than i’ve expected whoops 😭 anyways, consider this as part one of my 6k milestone celebration. will be posting more stuff later 🤩👍‼️)

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shouto’s five years old when he first meets you.

over the fence is a small, jumping figure— a child, his ‘neighbors’ to be exact. well.. he could hardly say neighbor. he knows nothing about them, except for the fact that his father only demanded that he’d ignore them. never speak to them. and that they’re irrelevant.

but it was getting harder to ignore your presence, and he could actually feel a pair of eyes on him. he makes eye contact with you— and his eyes meet curiosity.

he should ignore you, if he didn’t want something regrettable to happen. but something in him says to do the exact opposite, and that he won’t regret it.

his hunch was right.

after plenty of exchanged stares— through the fence, and mid-jump, you managed to squeak out some sort of verbal greeting. you called out to him, and addressed him as your “sorta neighbor”

(shouto’s startled— talking to someone his age, was something he didn’t expect for the day.)

a nickname of such held no sentimental importance, and it shouldn’t have stuck to him for years, but it did. maybe it’s because you addressed him as your sorta neighbor.

and not a single word about his dad was said.

he was reluctant in speaking to you so out in the open, yet you hung over the fence, and spoke to him about the familiar so casually, and with friendliness, and enthusiasm that puzzled him.

so when you disappeared behind the other side of the fence, when his father walked into the yard, a part of him was hoping that there’d be a time where he sees the curious neighbor that’s his age again.

Reader

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Alpha Baku & Omega s/o that steals his clothes for her nest  

Bakugou seeing s/o in swimsuit (NSFW)

Angelic s/o that is crazy strong in battle  

S/o that messes with Bakugou in public (slight NSFW)  

Short s/o

Dragon King Bakugou traveling to island of amazons  

Bakugou making friends with his strong rival  

*Updated*

Bakugou getting paired up with crush who can manipulate quirks

GIF Headcannons pt. 1

GIF Headcannons pt. 2

Bakugou-tm Headcannons

Headcannon #1

Headcannon #2

Headcannon #3

Headcannon #4

Headcannon #5

Scenarios

Exploring haunted mansion  

Mineta sneaking into girl’s dorms (inspired by @sup-poki post)  

Bakugou meeting (s/o) & child he left from high school (slight domestic)

Easter scavenger hunt (slight nsfw)

(S/o) and kids cleaning Bakugou’s cuts (domestic)  

Building collapses on (s/o) that saves people

Bakugou doing something nice for Izuku’s sister

Bakugou seeing s/o in swimsuit (NSFW)

Bakugou’s European (s/o) being made fun of for forgetting Japanese words  

Villains attack Ground Zero’s wife and kids at his house (domestic)

(S/o) crying and hugging family after fight (domestic)

Fantasy AU Bakugou and Dragon Trainer (NSFW)

Bakugou hurts (s/o)’s feelings so he makes it up to her  

Boys try to hit on (s/o) and Bakusquad protects her  

Bakugou saving you and colleagues from villain

Jealous Bakugou at beach  

Bakugou taking (s/o) to water spring

Comforting angry/sad Bakugou  

Bakugou and colleague having to go as undercover couple  

Bakugou and (s/o) watching fireworks  

Bakugou’s crush having same birthday but not telling him  

Bakugou’s birthday with family (domestic)  

Artsy (s/o) makes Bakugou birthday gift but is nervous to give to him

Bakugou has party but leaves with s/o (slight nsfw)  

Bakugou showing up to class with surprise cake from s/o  

Bakugou finds out wife is pregnant (domestic)  

Bakugou and s/o finding baby on mission (slight domestic)

S/o falling on Bakugou with quirk that puts thoughts on skin  

Bakugou’s kids hang out with his parents (domestic)  

Bakugou family meets up with Bakusquad (domestic)  

S/o praising Bakugou when he feels down  

Super soft s/o that’s a medic  

Reader kissing stranger to learn language  

S/o is former delinquent and child of mafia

Bakugou’s s/o meets parents for first time  

Bakugou with super sweet yet clumsy s/o

Bakugou has nightmare and accidentally hurts s/o  

Bakugou having a hot moment until realizing s/o is on period (NSFW)  

Bakugou finding tired and stressed s/o on floor crying  

Bakugou and s/o painting new baby’s nursery

Dying kiss  

Jealous kiss

Goofy kiss  

Angry kiss  

Bakugou wanting alone time with s/o but kids interrupted (part 1) (domestic & slight nsfw)  

I thought I lost you kiss  

In the dark kiss  

S/o snapping on Mineta after making inappropriate comment

Crush getting hit by quirk that makes heroes seem like villains  

Pirate Bakugou and s/o AU

Father’s Day surprise (domestic)  

S/o getting trapped under rubble during fight

S/o getting a dog that ends up liking Bakugou

S/o breaking up with Bakugou since he only focused on being a hero  

S/o being proud of Bakugou after sports festival  

S/o being put into coma from being kidnapped then waking up  

Bakugou wanting alone time with s/o but kids interrupted (part 2) (domestic & nsfw)  

Shy s/o sneaking to Bakugou’s dorm  

Pizza delivery boy Bakugou  

Bakugou gets called from police on anniversary finding out s/o is dead

Why (song fic)  

S/o showing up to Bakugou’s dorm angrily after being forced into quirk marriage

S/o reuniting with Bakugou after being captured

Esta Noche (song fic)  

Bakugou and s/o switching hero costumes  

S/o that can deliver illnesses to others finding villain that killed their parents

Bakugou takes family on vacation (domestic)  

S/o constantly being tired from school & training  

*Updated*

Bakugou meeting (s/o) & child he left from high school pt. 2

(S/o) comes home w/ wound & exhausted (domestic)

Bakugou embarasses chill (s/o) and she gets rageful

Anti-Hero Bakugou #1 

Anti-Hero Bakugou #2

Anti-Hero Bakugou #3

Bakugou catching (s/o) dancing to KPOP

(S/o) is busy at college so Bakugou surprises them

(S/o) teasing Bakugou while he plays video games (NSFW)

(S/o) tags along with Bakugou to photoshoot

Class reacting to Bakugou & (S/o) photoshoot

Bakugou finds (S/o) tied up after being MIA

Pumpkin carving

Bakugou and (S/o) doing black face mask

Bakugou finding out shy crush is kinky (barely NSFW)

Jealous Bakugou with (S/o)’s secret admirer 

Bakugou seeing (S/o) without a shirt (slight NSFW)

Bakugou vs Monoma x Reader

Bakugou proposing to cheerful (S/o)

Bakugou jealous of (S/o) that’s “one of the guys”

Fiesty Omega (S/o) that’s from America (Omegaverse)

Pro-Hero Bakugou reuniting with ex-crush who’s fashion designer

Bakugou wanting alone time with (S/o) but kids interrupt pt. 3 (NSFW)

Bakugou crushing on Izuku’s protective cousin

Bakugou x Quirkless Reader

(S/o)’s dog that initially hates Bakugou, but then teams up with him to hate Deku

Bakugou’s crush gets hit with memory loss quirk and Kaminari says he’s her boyfriend

Perfect (song fic)

Bakugou and crush versing one another in sports festival and crush teases him in front of everyone 

Victorian Era Villain Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou and (S/o) meeting up on rooftop in between hectic schedules

Ruin My Life (song fic)

Stuck in detention with Bakugou (slight NSFW)

Anti Hero Bakugou #4

Anti Hero Bakugou #4 pt. 2 (slight NSFW)

Suit and Tie (song fic)

Spring Break Hormones

Crack Pineapple Pizza Oneshot

Reader modeling for Bakugou’s parents then finding how who their son was

Bakugou’s shy (S/o) wear tight jeans for first time (slight NSFW)

Bakusquad goes to pumpkin patch until it starts pouring

Jealous Bakugou because Shindou flirts with (S/o) at costume party (NSFW)

Fics

Twisted Fates Prologue  

Twisted Fates Chapter 1  

Twisted Fates Chapter 2  

Twisted Fates Chapter 3

Scarlet Night Chapter 1  

Scarlet Night Chapter 2  

Scarlet Night Chapter 3  

Updated

The Chosen Prologue Chapter 1

The Chosen Chapter 2

The Chosen Chapter 3

NSFW Alphabet

Aftercare

Quickie & No

Oral, Risk, Unfair

Jack Off

Cum, Dirty Secret, Favorite Position, Kink

Body Part, Unfair

Original Characters

Headcannons

Scenarios

Bakugou x @technicallyflamey OC  

*Updated*

Bakugou x @artistvicky​ OC

Fics

My Other Half Chapter 1  

My Other Half Chapter 2  

My Other Half Chapter 3  

My Other Half Chapter 4  

Rare Limited Edition Karma Akabane Content *gasp*

Karma with Artist (S/o)

One of my favorite quotes about the magic of homemaking comes from Cory Hutcheson, host of the New World Witchery podcast. He says, “Home is a transformational act. It is the thing you do to turn a space into a space… that is full of ritual and significance and meaning. So there is sort of this ongoing relationship you have with the space that makes it a home.”

The act of creating a home, of making a space your own, is inherently magical. But if you want to make your space feel a little more witchy, here are some ideas to get you started.

Charms and Talismans

Making your own magical objects can be a powerful way to bring magic into your space. The best thing about making your own charms is that you can make them look however you want, so it’s easy to disguise them as ordinary household objects. You can make a charm for any intention by combining objects based on their magical correspondences.

I’ve talked about protective charms in previous posts, so I’m not gonna spend a lot of time on it here. The simplest protective charm is keeping a large piece of iron under your bed to keep away nightmares, evil spirits, and negative energy. You could also make your own protection charm, like a witch bottle.

You can create a “happy home” charm to bring peace, harmony, and happiness into your home. This charm could include herbs like basil, rosemary, lavender, peppermint, and/or bay leaves, as well as other items that you associate with peace and good fortune, like lucky coins, crystals, or black cat fur. Write your desires for a harmonious and happy home on a piece of paper, fold it up, and add it to the charm. You could store these items in a green bag, bury them in your backyard (in this case, make sure you’re only using biodegradable plant matter — leave out the coins and crystals), or place it inside a household object like a lamp or an end table.

If you suffer from insomnia or other sleep issues, try making a dream charm to help you sleep well and have sweet dreams. To make a simple dream charm, fill a blue or purple bag with lavender, chamomile, peppermint, and any other objects that you associate with peace, restfulness, and sleep. If you want to have lucid dreams or receive psychic messages in your dreams, include a bit of mugwort. Place the charm in your pillow or under your mattress. (I personally swear by this one, as it’s helped a lot with my insomnia.)

Charms are great for homemaking magic because you’re actually creating a magical object, which can then become a permanent fixture of the space.

Magical Decor

You can use magical items to decorate your home to bring certain qualities into that space.

Hanging or displaying a broom is said to bring good fortune, protection from evil, and good hospitality. Cauldrons are used to represent the Goddess, rebirth, and raw potential. Horseshoes hung above door frames bring safety and luck to all who cross under them, and keep unwanted guests away. If you can get them legally and ethically, animal bones, teeth, claws, and feathers can represent the spirit and energy of that animal. You can also put up images of spiritual and occult symbols — I have an image of the Sun tarot card hanging in my bedroom to promote positivity and growth.

If you need to be a little more subtle with your witchy decorations, working with the magic of color is a great way to do that. Gathering a lot of items of a single color in one room changes the energy of that room. Here’s a quick guide to give you some ideas:

Yellow is associated with divination, mental clarity, the element of air, success, communication, and inspiration.

Purple is associated with divine power, spiritual awareness, mystery, astral travel, magic, and authority.

Blue is associated with healing, psychic abilities, the element of water, peace, truth, and patience.

Red is associated with protection, the fire element, sex, power, vitality, and love.

Orange is associated with ambition, creativity, breaking through blockages, and career success.

Pink is associated with romantic love, friendship, self love, compassion, and emotional well-being.

Green is associated with nature, herbalism, the earth element, money, wealth, prosperity, and luck.

Brown is associated with grounding, animal magic, stability, and balance.

White is associated with purification, cleansing, the full moon, new beginnings, healing, and spiritual growth.

Black is associated with protection, truth, outer space, banishing, and transition.

Decorating your home with colors that are meaningful to you can create a powerful magical space. You may also have your own color associations (for example, yellow is a very “happy” color for me), so feel free to incorporate those into your decor as well!

Growing Magical Houseplants

Most witches feel a very deep connection to nature and draw power from the natural world, but we can’t all live in a cottage in the heart of the forest. Even if you live in a tiny apartment in the city, you can still bring nature into your space by keeping houseplants. Many popular houseplants have magical uses, and many popular magic herbs can be grown inside. Here are a few to get you started.

Aloe. This is one of my favorite plants. Aloe brings luck and protection, especially protection on an energetic/spiritual level. I like to keep aloe in my bedroom to protect me while I sleep, as well as to bring luck and inspiration while I’m working at my desk.

Basil. Basil is very popular in money spells, and will attract prosperity and luck to your home. However, it also has protective properties — both spiritual protection and protection from bugs, since basil is a natural insect repellent! Basil can also be used in love spells, and is just generally a good plant to have around for good vibes.

African Violet. This flowering plant attracts positive spiritual energy into your space. It has associations with the moon and the water element, and is very good for promoting spirituality and psychic power.

Rosemary. Rosemary is one of those herbs that every witch should have on hand. It’s so darn versatile, it can be used as a substitute for virtually any other herb, and can be used for almost any intention. Some of the most common magical associations for rosemary include: cleansing, purification, protection, healing, mental activity, and enhancing memory. According to author Deborah J. Martin, there’s an old English saying that, “Where rosemary grows, the woman rules the house.” Like basil, rosemary is a natural insect repellent.

Lavender. Lavender brings peace, love, and gentleness, which makes it a perfect addition to any home. It can be used in spells for cleansing and purification, enhancing psychic abilities, and stress relief. Lavender is also a powerful addition to love spells. Keeping lavender in the bedroom can aid in restful sleep, while lavender in the kitchen will bring harmony to the home.

Sage. Sage is the most talked about cleansing herb, and with good reason. Unfortunately, a lot of the sage bundles you can buy at metaphysical stores are made with white sage (Salvia apiana), which is sacred to Native American peoples and is endangered due to overharvesting. Instead of buying those, why not grow your own garden sage (Salvia officinalis), which has a lot of the same magical properties? Growing sage in your home will purify the space and protect those who live there. Sage also has an association with wisdom and mental prowess.

Hoya. Hoya is a common houseplant that you’ve probably seen even if you don’t know it by name. It has a distinctive appearance with waxy, dark green leaves and clusters of white, star-shaped flowers. Hoya aligns and balances the energy centers within your body, as well as in the surrounding space. It’s associated both with grounding and with spiritual openness, so it can be great for balancing the two.

Peppermint. Peppermint has a variety of magical uses, but my favorite way to use it is for gently opening up blockages and getting things moving. It’s great for cleansing, but is more gentle than rosemary or sage. Place it in any room where you tend to do a lot of healing work, or where you could use some peace and love. Peppermint is also used in dream magic, so growing it in the bedroom may bring on vivid or lucid dreams.

Orchid. Orchids are used in magic for love and lust. Historically, orchid has been used in folk medicine to promote male virility and “Jezebel root,” used in American folk magic to attract wealthy male lovers, is a type of orchid root. If you live with a significant other, try growing an orchid in the bedroom to promote passion in your sex life. Otherwise, grow orchids in your home to promote love or to attract romance.

Catnip. If you have cats, they’ll love this one. Catnip is actually a type of mint, and has strong lunar associations. It’s said to make one more charming and attractive, and is especially useful for attracting women. At the same time, catnip promotes courage and fierceness. It is also, of course, associated with cats and feline deities, so this is definitely a plant you’ll want to keep around if the cat is one of your animal guides.

If you have a yard space that you can turn into an outdoor garden, your magical plant options are limited only by your local ecosystem. Some outdoor plants that have magical uses include roses, sunflowers, rue, lemon balm, and strawberries.

Creating an Altar

Altars are focal points of magical and spiritual energy. Many people, both witches and non-witches, find that having a designated space for their spiritual practice creates a deeper sense of sacredness and purpose.

An altar can serve lots of different purposes. Many witches use their altar as a magical work space to prepare spells, meditate, and do divination. You may choose to dedicate your altar to a deity, your ancestors, or some other spirit(s) you work with. You can also build altars for specific intentions, such as a money altar or a love altar — performing rituals at this altar everyday is a powerful method for manifestation. You altar may be some or all of these things, or it may just be a place to sit and connect with the spiritual.

You can set up an altar on any flat surface, like a shelf or table, or inside a container like a jewelry box. Your setup can be as simple or as elaborate as you like. An altar can be huge and complex, with statues and candles and flowers, or it can be as simple as a tealight and an incense burner. It’s all about what appeals to you.

Resources:

New World Witchery pocast, “Episode 143 — The Magical Home”

Southern Cunning: Folkloric Witchcraft in the American South by Aaron Oberon

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

“Candle colors and their meanings” by Michelle Gruben on the Grove and Grotto blog

Green Witchcraft by Paige Vanderbeck

A Green Witch’s Cupboard by Deborah J. Martin

A/N: Yasss it’s hereeee, day 6 of the Izumonth Server Collab! Today we have Prince Izuku! This is also… i n c r e d i b l y nsfw, but I promise Tiny Izuku is entirely fluff!

You can find the rest of the planned collab fics… here!!

Warnings: nsfw!! smut, sex toys, sub izuku, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, logic explained by magic, magic during sex, pegging, prostate stim, a n g s t, arranged marriage.

Words: 7800+

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Izuku lays spread out across his expensive silken sheets, thighs parted like butterfly wings as you knelt between them, his blushing face tilted down so his chin touched his chest. He watched, in a daze as your soft hand pumped his flushed red cock, your other hand sneaking down between his cheeks to circle the ring of his hole. His head fell back and his hips arched up into your hands, a breathy moan shuddering out from between his pretty teeth. Your hand leaves his cock to reach for the lube and you coat your fingers in it before pressing a finger inside of him, wrapping your other hand around his aching cock.

“F-fuuu—Yesss please~” Izuku pleaded sweetly, panting as you pumped his cock faster.

Izuku’s gorgeous jade hues open to peer down at you with a look so soft and affectionate you cannot resist the urge to lean up and pepper his soft freckled cheeks with kisses. There was nothing better than pampering your beloved prince. No one made you feel so powerful and yet so loved. He was to be wed soon, so you were milking (literally) everything while you still could.

“Ohh, Y/N I… mmmh! I love you so much, hah~ r-right there, oh, right there!” Izuku whimpered, eyes squeezing themselves back shut as your finger curled and stroked over the gland of his prostate.

As you peppered his cherry red face with kisses, you saw his hands slide from their spot on each side of his head and you pulled away.

“Now, now, your majesty I told you to keep your hands to yourself.” You teased playfully and Izuku’s head jerked to the side as if to check his hands. Had he not realized his hands had moved? That was… incredibly cute.

“O-oh my apologies! I-I didn’t mean to, please… forgive me.” Izuku apologized softly, hips bucking into your hand and his eyes staring into yours with a pleading look. He was always so sincere, so genuine. “Please, I um…” Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, flustered at what he was about to say. “Please, make me feel good, sweetheart.”

A/N: @bagel-bee said she wanted a bratty sub!bakugo so they’re gonna get a bratty sub bakugo

Prompt: 18+AU!Bakugo can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but that’s nothing new to you. What the world doesn’t know is that outside of that hard exterior he presents to the world, Bakugo is the definition of power bottom and sub and needs to be put in his place.

Warnings: kinky sex, degradation, after care, edging, oral, and a bunch of other sin to follow

Word Count: 3,881

There were a whole lot of people in the great big world that were terrified of Katsuki Bakugo. You couldn’t say that you blamed any of them for the fear that they felt when the current love of your life spouted off, ever the hothead he’d been since his youth. His quirk was powerful, and dominated his spot in the hero charts. Of course, it’d been no surprise that he’d made his way into the top ten of the hero charts relatively quick, despite his nasty attitude towards others who he viewed were beneath him. He did good work, held himself to a high and impossible standard compared to others, and genuinely just wanted to make a difference despite his arrogant, dominant, asshole nature that put so many people off of him.

But you knew a different side of Bakugo. You knew a great deal more than the public would ever get to know and the truth of the matter was that gave you a feeling of power. The same sort of level you imagined Katsuki felt whenever he used his quirk and asserted dominance. Sure, in the public image and the hero society around him, he might have come off as the sort of guy who would be dominant in all aspects of his life. And this was true, for the most part. Except when it came to acts of intimacy in or out of the bedroom.

In that aspect, Katsuki Bakugo loved begging you to let him do just about anything. He loved giving all the power over to you, was unable to resist the thrill that rose in his chest when you bossed him around. 

At the same time, however, Katsuki was a brat.

He’d come home in a mood from patrol, and immediately tracked you down in the apartment you shared. It’d been a shitty day at the hero agency he worked for, nothing but petty crimes one after another and the general public had been so ungrateful that day particularly. No one was ever really happy about being inconvenienced by crime and fear, he understood that. But they’d been exceptionally vocal about it that day for no reason and it’d really gotten to him. He wanted you. Wanted the comfort and love that came with just being in your presence. Yet, most importantly, he wanted to relinquish all aspect of control about the rest of the day. He wanted you in control, as you always were, when the end of the night came around. 

Bakugo found you in the bathroom, looking as if you were about to get a shower. A makeup remover sat on the sink and you swept a cotton pad over your eyes, removing whatever makeup you’d worn on your face that day. He Let out an exhale that sounded like it had some smoke to it, and you opened your eyes, the two of you looking at one another through the reflection of the mirror while you set the pad down. “Hey hon, you’re home.” You could tell by the look on his face that he’d been through the wringer that day, and your heart tugged seeing him look so tired. As someone with a quirk who had opted out of the route of pro hero, you couldn’t imagine the pressure he dealt with each day. 

Katsuki didn’t say anything, simply shrugged off the sweatshirt he’d been wearing and letting it hit the tiled floor unceremoniously. He drifted over to you, hands needy as they pawed and pulled at the cloth robe you were wearing. “H-Hey!” you said, brows furrowed in momentary confusion as he laid an assault of kisses and nips at your neck, your jaw, you’re collarbone. “Katsuki, I’m about to shower can’t this wait-” a hand slipped under the front of the robe, Bakugo messily groping at your breast. Your cheeks were flushed, and you suddenly understood what he was out for. He wanted to egg you on. Wanted to press boundaries. There was neediness in the way he suckled and pulled at your skin, little flowers of pinks and reds blossoming where his mouth attacked. His head was dipped against your collarbone, pulling at the skin there with hungry teeth, but you didn’t need to see his expression to know you were right. “Bakugo, stop.”

He didn’t, his thumb rolling over your hardened nipple. You bit back on the sigh of pleasure, knowing this wasn’t something meant to be about you despite how greedy his hands were. “Katsuki,” you sighed, head propped against his as you leaned back. “Katsuki, stop.”

Not even a full breath had passed between your words before he replied with the infamous and tantalizing “Make me.”

It’d been the bratty statement that told you everything you needed to know. You opened your eyes and tipped your head to the side, meeting his. Make me. Such an overrated statement dealing with a brat, but it didn’t cease to make thrills run up and down your spine all the same. “Make you?” You repeated, Katsuki giving a nod of confirmation, that defiant look still in his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” His voice was gruff, tougher than usual as if he’d done quite a lot of screaming that day.

You sighed, shaking your head from side to side. “Get on your knees.” Bakugo’s pupils widened, the contrast against the bright red of those eyes mesmerizing. He didn’t listen, naturally, continuing to toy with your nipple and the sharp tug he gave to it almost blanked your train of thought. Yet, you held fast. Your hand slapped his away and yanked it from its place in your robe, turning from the sink so that you were face to face. “I said, get on your knees.” Nails latched at his chin, drawing in and pushing him to his knees with minor struggle. Despite the bratty attitude, Bakugo wanted this. He lived for this. Relinquishing control to you set him on a new high he’d never been able to reach before. His knees hit the tiled floor, and he looked up at you with narrowed eyes. Anyone who didn’t know Bakugo might have thought he looked furious, angry. But there was something behind those eyes that told you he wanted this.

And you were going to make him beg for it.

Your hand wrenched through the blond length of his hair, yanking it back so the column of his neck was exposed to you. “You’re such a shit, you know that?” You asked, tugging his head from side to side. “Had such a bad day at work and now you come home and expect everyone to lay themselves out for you whenever however, hm?” Your eyebrow was arched, you leaned in closer to him. “That’s not how it works, Katsuki.” You snapped. You released your hold on his hair and gave him a shove backwards, one he was happy to embrace as he leaned back on long, muscled legs. While he adjusted to the new position, you took the chance to undo the cloth belt that kept your robe tied together. It fell open, exposing the curves of your body and smooth, naked skin. The robe fell unceremoniously around your ankles as you hopped up onto the bathroom sink, legs spreading as you kept your eyes focused on Bakugo’s. “If you want to get what you think you deserve, then work for it.”

His eyes trailed with carnal hunger down the curve of your body. From the fullness of your breasts, nipples piqued where he’d been playing with them moments ago, to the curve of your naval, to your thighs and in towards lips that were spread and sticky already, your cunt looking so fucking delicious. Katsuki licked his lips, not needing to be told what to do as he leaned forward. It almost looked like a home free buffet for him, until the ball of your foot pressed in against his forehead, stopping him from his path to your cunt. He growled, upper lip curled in distaste. There was need in his eyes, to get lost in the distraction and comfort of you from such a shit day, and you saw it so clearly your heart tugged. On the other hand, you simply clicked your tongue. “What are you forgetting to ask, brat?”

Your eyes met and his lips pulled down in a frown. Defiant. This wasn’t news to you, and you moved your foot from his forehead to his chest and pushed harder. “Bad boys don’t get rewarded.” 

This was what got Katsuki talking, because he wanted to be rewarded. He needed to be rewarded and he needed to unwind from everything that had happened that day. Letting you take the reins meant that he’d get it, even if he had to swallow some of his bratty tendencies. “Please,” he started, cheeks flushed. “Please, will you let me taste your pussy?”

That was more your speed. A smile on your face, your foot dropped away from his chest and you resumed your former position of spread legs, all for Bakugo to see. He swallowed the thickness in his throat and leaned forward, callused and roughened hands spreading you even further as he drew closer. “Thank you,” he whispered, breath coming hot against your inner thigh. “Itadakimasu,” he purred before pressing in against the heat between your legs.

As he did, your hands settled into the blond of his hair, fingers nestling in as he kissed your inner most thighs, pulling at the supple skin found there. Katsuki was submissive to you, especially when things went awry at work, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to take his time. Bakugo kissed at the other side of your thighs, pulling the skin between his teeth in a show that was sure to leave a mark. His lips were rough, desperate. And as you leaned your back against the mirror of the bathroom vanity, your mouth dropped into the smallest of o’s as he leaned in to lick a hot strip up the core between your thighs. He wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to be rewarded for doing a good job, and it showed in how he devoured you. Soon enough, the wet sounds of him slurping, nuzzling, lapping up the wetness that he urged on filled the bathroom. Your pants and moans paired nicely with it, he had to say. “Such a good boy,” your breath hitched as he lazily rolled his tongue around your clit. “So hungry for me,” you cooed, hips bucking into his as your own high mounted. Katsuki’s hands pulled your thighs further apart, desperate to get more of a taste of you despite the obvious strain against his pants. He was hard and could feel the slickness of his pre-cum leaking through his boxers. His nose nuzzled in against your flesh, tongue narrowed in on your clit as he slowly pushed two fingers beneath your soaked lips, a thrill racing up his spine at the sound that fell from you lips. He was doing good, you were pleased with him. Katsuki was meticulous as he pumped in and out of you, fingers curled against your walls.

You were barely holding it together, muscles of your legs spamming as he picked up his speed. It was bliss, the sound of him moaning against your sopping cunt enough to send you on a marathon sprint to your orgasm. Any other night you might have done just that, but that desperate look in Katsuki’s eyes when he’d first looked at you told you tonight wasn’t the night to be selfish. Your boyfriend needed you to reassure him in a love language he understood, that you spoke so well. Instead, you threaded your fingers through Katsuki’s hair and gave a hard yank, the void of his mouth and fingers detached from pleasuring you sending a shiver down your spine.

“Such a good little brat,” you cooed, knees shaking as you stood. “Time for your reward.” With gentler hands than before you pushed Katsuki back onto the bathroom floor, kneeling between his legs. Lithe fingers reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it and the buttons of his pants underneath. His cock was swollen already, strained against the deep burgundy of his boxers. “So needy aren’t you? So desperate to get fucked…” came your idle words as you traced a single finger against the thickness of him, feeling a particularly protrusive vein under the pad of your finger. Bakugo moaned, hips instinctively rutting up against your finger. Truthfully you loved seeing the reaction you could get out of him with the smallest of touches, but you gripped his cock hard as he settled back on the floor. “Behave or you’ll get nothing.”

Bakugo’s expression twisted as he worked to restrain himself, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he fought back on a bratty remark. “Yes ma’am.” He groaned just as you pulled the waistband of his underwear down, swollen length slapping against the muscled plains of his stomach. The head of his cock was swollen, leaking pre-fun as it seemed to throb with a rhythm of its own. He watched with baited breath as you leaned over the head of him, letting a long glob of spit fall from your lips and onto his length.

Katsuki swore he almost came right then and there from the image of it alone.

A shuddering moan found itself in the back of his throat once more as your hand spread the spit around, fisting the angry colored cock in your hand as Bakugo braced his hands against the wall of the bath, the door of the cabinets. You twisted your hands up and down the length of him, watching the pained expression as he fought to keep control of his need to spill into your hands. A wicked smirk touched your lips and you leaned down, lips brushed against the protruding vein of his cock as you spoke. “You’re gonna be good and not cum until I say so, right Katsuki?”

You watched the defined muscles of his Adonis belt flex and contort as he fought back the urge to fuck himself into your hand, push into your mouth. “Yes,” he shuddered, gasping at the pain that followed a moment later from a particularly harsh grip from you. “Yes ma’am!”

Bakugo’s reward came when you lowered your mouth over his cock, cheeks sucking inwards as you bobbed your head up and down with a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Your tongue traced over the violent vein that ran on his underside, pushing his control over his hips to the breaking point. He refrained, however, wanting to keep you happy and keep you sucking him off. The moan that escaped his mouth once your nose brushed over the soft tangle of hair at his base sent a thrill through you, quickening your pace as you felt the muscles of Bakugo’s thighs tighten, the pulse of his cock hammering against the back of your throat. He was close to his orgasm, and you both knew it. 

And just as Katsuki was about to tumble over the cliff of his high, you released him from your mouth with a silent pop - one that was lost in the sound of his cry of dismay. His thighs spasmed, flexing as he tried to rut up into anything to get that final brush of friction he was desperately after. You sat back on your feet, wiping your wet, drool covered mouth with the back of your mouth. “Such a needy little slut,” you groaned, on a bit of a power trip from how close you’d had him to unraveling with just your mouth alone.  For the arrogance that he put on during his professional hours, you were the only one who could get Katsuki so weak. “You want to cum, brat?”

His forehead and body were slick with a thin layer of sweat, and he nodded. “Please, please let me cum, I need it. I need you.” The amount of desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you and you moaned as you started to crawl into his lap, wet lips dragging against his cock as you settled down. White dripped from the tip of his cock and onto the well defined planes of his stomach, and it took an incredible amount of restraint not to just start bouncing on him then and there.

“Do you?” Your voice was bored, languid, as if there were a million better things you could be doing at that moment. Your fingertips trailed over his stomach, causing him to shudder. They raked up and down his chest, moved to trail up your own stomach, to cradle and pinch at your own breasts while Bakugo struggled not to touch you greedily as he had before. He ached for it, could have very well started crying for it.

And when you put out what you wanted into the world…

“Please, baby, please, please, please!”

You took his throbbing length into your hand, lining it up with your entrance. Bakugo watched with hungry eyes as the tip of his cock started to disappear between your folds, the way you sat on him so slow and teasing he could have swore you wanted to kill him. Eventually, you sheathed yourself full of him, your opening settled against the curve of his hips into thighs. Yet, you didn’t move. You clenched around him, relaxed, and reclenched yourself as you sat poised and flushed over his dick. Your hands were braced against his chest, tips of your fingers biting into the hardened skin of his muscles. You felt impossibly full of him, wanting to savor that moment despite the feral whines coming from beneath you. “Beg me,” you breathed, eyes opening as you tilted your head to lock eyes with him. “Beg me to fuck you stupid.”

Tears prickled in the corner of his eyes, and he threw his head back, panting and you hadn’t even done anything. “I need it,” he groaned, fingers twitching to get at your skin. “I need to touch you. I need you to fuck me, I’m fucking losing it, please fuck me. Please, I’m-” His voice cut short as you leaned in, lifting over his cock with your pussy clenched as you moved against him. He wouldn’t last much longer if you teased at him like that, Bakugo knew that for sure.  “Ah, rrrnng, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

It was the last little bit of torture you would put him through for that night. You smiled, small and curt and it was the last string of resistance that snapped that would set the game on the ground and running. You adjusted your knees, pulling them inward as you started to ride Bakugo, hips slamming down into his as you bounced up and down. Meanwhile, Katsuki went wild. His hands found purchase in your skin in the most violent way. Grabbing at the plush skin of your hips, your thighs, pulling and clawing like a man desperate to find salvation. He cupped your breasts, the painful pulls of your hardened nipples only egging you on to fuck him harder, to get him to his high faster. The sound that filled the bathroom was wet, the squelches of your pussy as you sank around him over and over mingled with your desperate moans. 

A hand slipped up to Bakugo’s neck and squeezed there while you rocked back and forth against him. His mouth was hanging open, his panting feverish, and you swore he could have gone cross-eyed. “You don’t cum until I cum, slut.” your thumb brushed over his swollen lower lip as you leaned forward to pull it in with your teeth. “Make me cum.”

That was all the encouragement that Bakugo needed. His hips snapped against yours with enough feverish need you cried out in pain. He was sloppy, how his thrusts were ill-timed and desperate, pounding into you with reckless abandon. Your nails found themselves back in his chest, dug in as he held you down against his hips. Katsuki drove himself up into you, enough to carve you in half with the power behind them. Your mouth dropped open, unable to do anything but mewl, whine, and cry out. His thumb rubbed circles against your clit, equally as feverish in speed as he rushed to get you to your orgasm because he didn’t think he’d last much longer himself. He tossed his head back, listening to the sounds of you calling out his name, growing more and more desperate as you came closer to your own mounting high.

It was a specifically hard drive that sheathed itself right against the back of your spongy walls that undid you, your glaze tumbling around Bakugo’s length, coming undone once more as he continued to tease your clit and fuck you simultaneously. Always such a good boy, you groaned as you rode out the last of your high. “Cum for me, Katsuki. Fill me with your cum.” Those words, spoken breathlessly and of wrecked tone, sent Bakugo spiraling as he shot his load into you. Your hand slipped behind you to fondle his balls, milking him dry as he emptied himself into you until he was spent and shooting blanks. Even when he was spent, Katsuki remained inside of you, flexing his hips against you. Both of your breathing was labored, spent, unable to form coherent words for a moment of time.

You collapsed against his chest, soothed by the feeling of his chest rising and falling. Your sweet, loving, Katsuki Bakugo. Once you found you could still speak, you tipped your head so you could look up at him. “Are you okay, ‘suki?” A hand moved to push some matted blond hair out of his face. 

Bakugo’s hands wrapped around your waist, giving you a squeeze before he answered. “I was frustrated,” he started, voice gravelly and still thick with lust. “Today was one of those days where it seemed no one cared about what we were doing. Ungrateful dumbasses, tch.”

Your expression softened, and you pressed a kiss against his chest. “You know that’s not true. You do important work, my brave hero.” His thumbs ran circles over your lower back as you continued on. “I can’t imagine the pressure you’re under sometimes, doing what you do.” Bakugo turned to look at you, burgundy eyes tired, drained. You kissed the spot on his chest again. “You did so good, such a good job listening today.” You kissed him again, this time closer to his neck.  “You’ll always be appreciated and loved with me, Katsuki, you know that, right?” 

A blush pulled over his features, and he ducked his head with a roll of his eyes. Despite the reaction that would have had anyone assuming the sentiment wasn’t appreciated, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m not a dumbass, you know.”

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Forced Partnership (pt.2)

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Warnings: Mentions of non-cons

Note: Not beta-read

The calm before the storm. Next chapter is all yandere behavior

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Request: Hello! I love your writing and I was wondering if I Can request a sub yan hawks? I don’t mind what it’s about just need some more of that good boy!

(A/N) I tried making his yandere side pop up here and there, but I feel like I didn’t put enough in it. Hope you like it either way ^-^

Summary: While you did enjoy flirting with your boss, you overall keep things professional. But that’s hard to do when you walk in on him fucking his fist to the thought of you

warnings: sub/dom dynamics, spitting, slight degradation, masturbation, dry humping, imagined noncon, slight breeding kink, yandere themes

Keep in mind that every character is aged up to be in their twenties and that this blog revolves around yandere/dark content, so there will be things on here that contain non-con/dub-con. Thank you for reading and here are my rules 

♡ = Nsfw and Italics means it has non-con and/or dub-con

Of course I love me some domestic Bakugou. To the anonymous person that requested a similar scene but with NSFW at the end I’m going to merge these two requests together since they’re so similar just not as much NSFW since it’s more a domestic fluffy story, but don’t worry I have a NSFW birthday request so keep an eye out for that my love ;) Enjoy!

Everything was ready to go; the table was set with plates ready to go, the food was minutes away from being taken off the stove, and your children were waiting by the door anxiously, waiting for their father to be home.

“I think I hear footsteps..” Katsumi hissed, quieting her brother down as she put her ear against the door, her crimson eyes lighting up when she hears the door knob begin to click.

“Daddy!” Both children scream in unison, latching onto their father’s legs as soon as he enters their house.

“Oh fuck- oh it’s just you two brats.”

Both children giggled up to their father who was grinning down to them before Katsumi jumped off of her father, snapping at Katsuhiko to get in his place.

“Allow me to take your brief case daddy, Katsuhiko will take your coat.” Katsumi said, tugging the heavy case from her father’s hands as she rather ungraceful dropped it to the floor due to the weight.

The ash blond laughed at his stubborn daughter while he shrugged his coat off, letting his son carry the cloth that was twice his weight next to his brief case.

“Now follow us daddy, and no peaking anywhere momma said go straight to the dining room.” Katsumi said tugging at his belt while Katsuhiko led the way into the dining room.

Bakugou was surprised to see the table set up with their finest dishes, the lights dimmed and his usual seat at the end of the table having drawings and craft he could only assume were from his children.

“W..Wait daddy, stay here.” Katsuhiko said softly, quickly running to his chair to pull it out for him and allow his father to sit down. Bakugou chuckled at the kid’s efforts to please him, ruffling his son’s ash blond hair while his daughter climbed on the side of his chair.

“I drew the one of you exploding the bad guy’s face off!” Katsumi said proudly with a grin, pointing to the paper filled with red paint all over it, “Katsuhiko did the one of our family together fighting bad guys.

But personally, I think mine’s the best.” Katumi said, whispering the last part out so her little brother wouldn’t hear her harsh words. Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk at his daughter’s words, he really was a carbon copy of himself. 

“I love them all kiddos, I expected nothing but greatness from my two kids.”

All three crimson eyes looked up when they saw their mother walking in with the food, Bakugou smiling at your bright face.

“Spicy ramen is finished, the birthday boy’s favorite.” You said with a wink, setting the three plates down in front of all the chairs. 

Katsuhiko looked up to you with worried eyes, climbing up into his chair before looking up to you, “Momma is my ramen as spicy as daddy’s and Katsumi’s?”

“No my love, I made sure to make yours and mine regular.” You said, kissing the top of his head softly before walking over to your husband, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“Happy Birthday Katsuki.” You whispered with a grin, your husband holding the same mischievous grin as he kissed you again until your blunt daughter broke the heartwarming moment.

“You two are so gross, always kissing and being all lovey dovey.” Katsumi said, sticking her tongue out in disgust as you chuckled, walking back to your seat.

“That’s right baby, and anytime a boy tries to kiss you?” Katsuki asked with wide crimson eyes as he shoved a large bite of ramen in his mouth. Katsumi quickly swallowed her own helping of ramen and stood on her chair.

“I punch him in the face and scream die you fucker!” Katsumi screamed, punching her fist in the air with a wicked grin on her lips.

With wide eyes you spit out some of your water, choking on it before looking over to your daughter, then to your husband who was almost falling off the chair from laughing so hard.

“No Katsumi we will not say that! We just say no thank you.” You corrected, glaring to your husband playfully while your daughter sat back down, her grin still present on her features.

The rest of the dinner included the four of them playfully bantering, everyone in the family except for maybe Katsuhiko having thick skin, but even their youngest son knew how to handle the heat. Even though he did take after your calmer side, his father didn’t hesitate to teach him how to be strong.

Singing Happy Birthday was a bit of a disaster, while both parents were proud of their amazing kids, they could both agree they would never be singers.

“What’d you wish for daddy?” Katsumi asked, shoving the last bite of cake down her throat while her dad took another bite of the red velvet cake.

“I can’t tell you, you little brat or else it won’t come true.” Bakugou explained in between bites, his son laughing at his response.

“I bet he wished for mommy to kiss him again.” You said with a grin, both kids groaning as the rolled of their chairs.

“No more kissing! It’s a new rule now!” Katsumi declared, while the two adults stood up, grabbing the empty dishes from the table.

Even though you argued you would do all the dishes your stubborn husband refused, which of course you didn’t mind since it sped up the process.

“Say good night to your father now, it’s way past your bedtimes.” You said softly as the two of you walked into the living room where they were playing with their toys.

“But we don’t have school tomorrow!” Katsumi cried, her lips forming into a pout before her father picked her up causing shrieks of laughter to escape her lips. 

“You listen to your mother you little snot.” Bakugou hissed, lifting up Katsuhiko in his other arm, placing kisses on both of their foreheads.

“Good night daddy, I love you.” Katsuhiko mumbled softly, a quiet yawn escaping his lips while his daughter hugged onto his night tightly.

“Yeah good night daddy, happy birthday!”

Bakugou smiled softly, hugging his two children back tightly before setting them on the ground to run off into their rooms.

“They planned all this out you know, I just did the cooking.” You said with a smile, hugging his side while he pulled you into him.

“We made some great fucking kids.”

Letting out a laugh you kissed at his lips softly, leaning your head on his chest when you heard a satisfied sigh escape his lips, “Thanks for the great birthday (s/o).”

Tilting your head you looked up to meet your husband’s crimson eyes, a grin playing your lips as you narrowed your eyes, “Last time I checked, your birthday doesn’t end for another four hours.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow before a smirk crossed his features in realization, his hands already sliding down to your hips, 

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y/n hesitated to go out with him, but in the end, she ultimately realized it was the right thing to do. it’s what she needed to do. she wanted to make amends with her former best friend - a friendship that, yes took a year apart, but shouldn’t be over just like that. and in hopes of making things right with grayson, perhaps she’ll be able to mend the bond between the twins, a relationship that is most important. she couldn’t live with herself knowing that it ended because of her, when it’s supposed to be an eternal bond.

she’s not expecting much. she trusts grayson not to do something a little too drastic, as had promised her, but she still felt the need to inform ethan of the outing. he wasn’t too thrilled on the idea, but he certainly wasn’t going to stop her. only that if his brother tried anything, he’d make sure he wouldn’t see the light of day.

y/n: it’s going to be fine, e.

ethan: this is the kid who tried several times to get in between our relationships with multiple tantrums which he ultimately succeeded. a guy who has relentlessly tried to make moves on you. gotta understand why i’m a little worried here, baby.

ethan: and before you say it, i do trust you. just not him.

y/n: i understand, ethan, but i can hold my own. if grayson does anything uncomfortable, i’ll put an immediate end to it and go home. okay? i have to go, i’ll call you later. love you.

ethan: okay. love you more.

she took a deep breath for exiting her vehicle, walking across the parking lot where she could see grayson’s porsche already there. her heart is pounding, and she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous - well, maybe the fact they haven’t properly talked face to face in a year. and their reunion consisted of him walking in on her fucking his twin. so yeah, not a good start.

the cute little diner they agreed upon was located on top of a mountain, giving view to the beautiful city of los angeles down below. y/n would think it’s a romantic setting, especially at night, but she doesn’t want to think that way. especially when she’s hanging out with grayson.

when she walked in, she saw him waiting by the entrance, anticipating her arrival. when he noticed her presence, his face broke out into a warm smile, a genuine one, and he walked over, tempted to hug her but he didn’t want to break any boundaries. “hey.”

“hi,” y/n replied, suddenly shy but she managed to match his smile. “how are you?”

“i’ve been… okay, i guess,” he spoke truthfully, then motioned towards the waitress who was patiently waiting to seat them. “shall we?”

“we shall.”

the followed the waitress to the corner of the restaurant, a two seater table right next to a window that gave a perfect view of the world outside. once they got settled and ordered their drinks, grayson spoke up, “so how have you been? you and your hiatus from social media? which i think is completely justified, by the way.”

she arched a brow. “justified?”

he nodded. “yeah, i think it was a good decision to make, kinda wish i had the same option. i missed you like crazy, though. after you left, things kind of gotten a whole lot worse, and i didn’t have my best friend anymore. i really, really missed my best friend, a friendship that i just had to ruin.”

“grayson, i missed you too,” y/n admitted, feeling a pang of hurt in her chest. she couldn’t fathom letting all those years of friendship drain away because of her relationship with his brother. “but you have to understand… you knew i just didn’t feel the same way about you, so you should’ve dropped it. i never led you on, i never showed one hint of me liking you in such a way, so you should’ve let go and let e and i be happy. i know it sucks, but you have to at least try and get over me.”

“believe me, i have tried,” grayson snorted, shaking his head. “the entire year. too many girls, none of them were you. none of them could compare to you. none of them could affect my heart in the way that you do. i know it’s not fair, to feel the way that i do. but i can’t control it - i really wish i did. if i could? i wouldn’t harbor all these feelings towards you… well, if i could control anything, to be honest i’d control the way you felt about me.”

y/n was in utter disbelief. “but ethan said you had a girlfriend-”

“yeah. had. and ethan doesn’t know all that much about me anymore lately,” he muttered, not even glancing at the waitress who slid his glass of water right in front of him. “and the thing is, i would let you go.”

“you would?” wait for it.

“yeah, if he wasn’t such an asshole… y/n. i have to tell you something.”

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grayson sighed and tapped his foot in eager impatience, waiting for his twin who was taking too damn long to get over to the house so they could film a video. after a few more minutes, more than an hour late ethan stumbles through the door with disheveled hair and wrinkly clothing.

“you look like shit,” grayson commented, absolutely irritated as he was on time for once.

ethan rolled his eyes. “thanks, douche. that’s why i’m about to go take a shower to freshen up, before we start filming.”

grayson scowled. “but we need to start-”

but it was too late, ethan was already down the hallway skipping towards the bathroom that’s rarely used anymore. grayson grunts, wanting nothing more than to curse his twin out. he looks around, spotting ethan’s phone sitting on the counter when it chimes with a notification. feeling particularly nosy, grayson walks over to look at the lock screen, gasping when the message displayed was from a girl. no, not y/n, who had only broken up with him about a month ago.

chloe ❤️: miss you already daddy. can’t wait for you to make me feel that way again xx

in an investigative high, grayson used his face to enter his brother’s phone, going through the messages again. and lots of dirty ones such as this were sent, even from when him and y/n were still together… what the fuck! he fucking cheated on her?

“grayson,” ethan growled, annoyed to walk in on his brother snooping through his phone. “put my shit down.”

“you piece of shit,” grayson spat, glaring at his twin. “you cheated on y/n. with this chloe chick, who you only stick your dick in once or twice. all these texts talk about you promising you’d eventually leave y/n once you got what you wanted.”

ethan smirked, stepping forward and snatching his phone back. “chloe and i have been together for two years now, grayson, and y/n’s my enemy. what i wanted was for her to go away, which is what she did before i got the chance to break her little weak heart. it’s not a big deal gray, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, huh? now can i please go take my shower before it gets too dark to-”

the younger twin shoved his brother to the side, and shouted, “what the fuck is wrong with you! i’m going to tell her. i’m going to tell y/n what you fucking did, you absolute douche.”

the older twin laughed, and rolled his eyes. “oh yeah? how exactly are you going to do that? she’s not exactly accessible anymore gray, now is she?”

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Lollapalooza - 2

Too Far (tw)

Taking Care Of Me

Florida Sunrise

Bilingual

Co-hosting

Caught

Two Pink Lines

Two Baby Girls

Crushed - 2

Insecurities

Shower

A Distraction (s)

Anxiety Attack (tw)

Special Guest

A Week Apart

Drunk Confession

Skinny Dipping (s)

Sex Tape (s)

Love At First Sight

Last Kiss

No Strings Attached (s)

Jeff Wittek

*Banana Bread (tw)

*Fight For You

Rejected (tw)

Alone

Heads

Beautiful (tw)

Friends From Back Home

Nobody’s Business

False Alarm

Bathroom Mishap (s)

The Fatherhood Saga

Misunderstanding

Composure

Disrespect You

Cuff Me

Know People

Want You Back

Permission

Opening Up

Fast And Furious

Idiot

Pitching A Tent

For Our Son

Control

Pretty Hot

Fatter

Ass

Impossible

Hike

Hurt

Son

Cuddle

Silent Treatment

Asshole

Our Baby (tw)

Skotcast

A Match Match Made In Prison

Fall At Your Feet

Little Black Book

Bleeding

Can I Be Him

Fuck Him (tw)

Right Guy

*Decade

Beautiful Night

*Wouldn’t Be Love

Prison Buddy

Smile For The Camera

Fire In Her Eyes

Pretty Girl

Knocked Up Or Knocked Out

Say Something

Just Give Up

10 Things

First Class (s)

Mile High Club (s)

Paintball Guns

Weak

History Repeats

Dancer (s)

Blowin’ It Up (s)

Professional Doubts

Drunk In Love

Didn’t Expect

Unreachable

Safe And Loved

Help Me Feel Good (s)

Number Neighbors - x - 2 - 3 (s)

Pain Doesn’t Last Forever

What Happens After 9pm

Zane Hijazi

Butter Chicken

Getaway

Look Like Them

Placing Bets

Love Languages

Game Of Babies

Think Fast

Now And Later

The Fatherhood Saga

Obsessed

The Bad Couple

Assistant (s)

Hidaya

Todd Smith

Tour

Still The One

Car Accident

When The Party’s Over (s)

His History

Lost

*Six Years

Cheap Wine

The Fatherhood Saga

Questions

Matt King

The Fatherhood Saga

Drink. Dance. Make Out.

Corinna Kopf

Can I Sleep With You?

Happy Anniversary

The Slutty Type

Carly Incontro

Your Girlfriend

I’d Literally Die

Like Wildfire

All Nighter

After All

Lovely Thief

Heart Eyes

Ilya Fedorovich

Drunk

Birthday Boy

Confession

Natalie Mariduena

Girlfriend Tag

You Are What You Eat

Don’t Tell David

Hidden Underneath

To You

*Scavenger Hunt

Little Secret

Leave Them Be

A Million Reasons

Over & Over

That Interview

Friends Don’t Kiss

Into You

Strange Addiction

Kiss Me

Never

The Treasures I Keep

Distance And Secrets

Mine

Yellow Plant

Vlog Squad

Vlog Squad X Reader - Life Is Short

Vlog Squad X Reader - Vegas

Vlog Squad X Reader - G A Y

David X Jeff X Reader - Listening To The Wind

David X Natalie X Reader - Trinity

David X Natalie - Threw A Few

David X Natalie - Tiny Feet

David X Natalie - Just A Matter Of Time

David X Natalie - Until The End

David X Natalie - Good Girl (s)

David X Carly - Tension

Zane X Natalie - Fair