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anon said: i want to request some shinsou, baku, (or/and whoever you choose) hcs (domestic or fluff pls im fluff deprived T___T) about them waking up with their s/o (gn or fem ok) and realizing it’s their s/o birthday (what will they do)
warnings:fluff <3, gn!reader
a/n: i went all out for bakugo (bday baby) so i only did him here <//3 i’m sorry, i will do shinsou next tho! cuz i love him sm
he would go all out but also wouldn’t go all out for your birthday
you cannot tell me you wouldn’t wake up to him holding a cupcake w/ a your favorite color of candle and one of those balloon things in his mouth
“happy birthday, y/n.”
he’d blow it AND IT’D BE SO FUNNY PLSS
he’d just dote on you physically the entire day
this is really when his acts of service come through
your uniform would be already ironed and laid out for you
and yes, he added a satchel to it. you didn’t even know he had one made but you love the fact that he did
hearing everyone wish happy birthday to you makes him grin
he loves the fact that you’re getting attention, and that he’s right next to you while you are
walking hand in hand to class for once
if anyone comes up to you and their first words aren’t happy birthday y/n! he will be screaming at them
“HEY YOU IDIOT!! DONT YOU KNOW ITS THEIR BIRTHDAY TODAY?”
he’s basically you lap dog the entire day
he opens your locker for you
carries your books / bag
walks you to your desk
if anyone calls this out though he will glare so hard
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! ITS THEIR BIRTHDAY, OFC ILL DO THIS SHIT!!”
and at lunch, he secretly threatened the class to all give you snacks that you really liked
“he’s scary, but you can tell he really cares.” mina would tell you after she exposed him for threatening everybody
when you two get back to the dorms and are kind of alone, he does lift you and spin you in a hug
i know. bakugo spinning someone in a hug? unrealistic
but it’s your birthday and he wants you happy, so he does it <3
“so where do you wanna go today?”
“well, i-“
“shut up. i know where you wanna go, pipsqueak.”
and he’s true to his word. he knows exactly where you wanna go
and bakugo won’t let you spend any money. he asked his mom for a couple thousand for today and he spends alllll of it on you.
the way your face lights up when he buys you something pretty is just <33 ugh it makes him feel all lovey and shit
probably takes you to a fair nearby as well, and definitely gives you a really special birthday kiss at the top of the ferris wheel
carries all your bags
drives you around too. such a babe omg
when you get back to the dorms, everyone has planned another surprise party, even aizawa joined
“did he set you guys up to this?” you would ask kirishima and of course he would nod
“well, yeah but… we wanted to do it anyway. i think the fact that he came to us makes it more special, don’t ya think?”
andyes, you think as you stare at your boyfriend across the room who’s bringing out a special designed cake for you, cute words in his handwriting and all
Anon Request: “You write sub! Prompts Can i PLEASE get a Sub!Bakugo x FemDom reader, one where no one believes that bakugo is a sub and they prove that he is by making him really loud in bed”
Pairing:Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Dom!Reader
Summary:You’re playing a drunken game of Truth or Dare with the BakuSquad minus Bakugo and for some reason, your sex life has made it onto the table but not a soul believes that you’re the Dom. So you’ll just have to PROVE IT.
Warnings:NSFW!Fem!Dom!Reader and Sub!Bakugo. A little bit of Somnophilia. Everything is consensual. Alcohol. Bakugo is a bit of a Brat. Vocal Bakugo. Everyone has been Aged up in the Fic.
18+ ONLY
A/N:Everyone is aged up.
Word Count: 1 539
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“Truth or Dare?” slurs Denki.
He tips his fifth bottle of beer at you with a raised brow. Kirishima sits next to him nursing his own bottle of beer. Both are very drunk. You have also had a bit to drink, the alcohol making you feel more confident than usual.
“Truth,” you say. God only knows what a drunk Denki would dare you to do.
“Boring!” shouts Mina.
Out of our entire group, the only person who isn’t drunk is Bakugo. He went to bed about an hour ago, still keeping to his habit of going to bed early and maintaining a healthy lifestyle. One time, you even made fun of him for it, even though it’s one of the many things that you love about it. His rough persona hides the fact that he’s actually quite nerdy.
Denki pauses for a moment, studying you before he finally says, “Who’s the Dom in the bedroom?”
Mina and Kirishima both give Denki bewildered stares. Jiro bursts out laughing. Sero only chuckles behind his sleeve before he chimes in, “Please, it’s obviously Bakugo.”
You remain completely still. Your intoxicated brain trying to process the question. Who’s the top? Bakugo being a top?
You give Sero a look and answer the question, “Actually, it’s me.”
They all laugh. Jiro sits more forward in her spot next to Denki, leans forward and grabs the popcorn. Denki chuckles at Jiro who’s obviously enjoying herself. You study her closely, she’s the only one who doesn’t look surprised.
“Bakugo would never be the bottom,” Denki says. Sero nods, voicing his agreement.
“You’d be surprised,” you say.
You had all drank quite a lot leading up to this encounter. Sero and Denki were obviously very drunk. The others looked unwilling to comment on the situation, not wanting to get involved in their friends sex life.
“Prove it”, blurts out Sero. Even Denki is slightly surprised. Kirishima shakes his head but says nothing. Jiro giggles and tosses more popcorn into her mouth.
Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the annoyance that steadily creeped over you but you humour him with an answer.
“Fine”
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Upstairs you softly open Bakugo’s bedroom door. You slip in on soft feet and approach him. He’s sprawled on the bed, fast asleep. The sheets are thrown back as he snores softly lying on his back. Your head feels slightly clearer as you confidently stride forward before crawling onto the bed.
Bakugo doesn’t move. You softly whisper his name and thread a hand through his hair. You gently caress his sleeping face. You straddle him.
Bakugo’s long curly lashes gently flutter. He’s so close to waking up. He might be pretty upset at being woken up so late at night but maybe you can make it an enjoyable experience. After all, this has been his wake up call quite a few times. You lean down and place your lips on his neck. You gently suck and nip on his soft skin. He groans softly. You slip your hands underneath his top and gently rub his sides while you grind down onto his dick. You can feel him beginning to twitch beneath you.
Bakugo gasps slightly. He moans your name. Soft lips parting ever so slightly. You move your lips up to his sharp jaw continuing to kiss and suck to your heart’s content. You continue to grind on him.
Suddenly, two hands reach up to grab your hips, his eyes fluttering open. You grind down again and he groans. He gives you a disbelieving look.
“Babe, what are you doing?” he breathes out.
Your hands pause their movements and simply grasp his sides. You lean down to whisper in his ear.
“We were playing a little game downstairs”, you say, “somehow Denki got a little too curious about our sex life, so I’m here to show everyone who’s in charge.”
You stare at him, completely still. You wouldn’t continue if he said no.
He swallows. “Are you drunk?”
“I was earlier but now I’m fine, I know what I’m doing.”
He then gives you a sly smile and you know you’ve got him. His hands begin to massage your sides. His voice lowers and he says, “What makes you think that you can make me loud enough to prove anything.”
His cocky smirk and challenging eyes set you on fire. This man is playing your heart like a fiddle. You grind your hips roughly again. His back arches slightly but his smile doesn’t waver.
“Alright, Katsuki,” you say, “I can play your game”
You lean down and give him a searing kiss, only breaking away to throw off his shirt. Your hands roam over his torso, wanting to feel him beneath you. He feels alive, warm and hard. You break the kiss and shift down to his shorts. He’s breathing heavily and he eyes you with another challenging look. You yank down his shorts and toss them away, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.
His gaze has turned primal but he knows not to interfere and so, his hands remain at his sides gripping the sheets. You kiss him through his underwear. You roll your tongue over the fabric feeling him twitch beneath it. He hates it when you do this. Both of your hands grip his things firmly, keeping him spread as you continue to tease him through his underwear.
“Y/N,” he warns. His voice is incredibly strained.
You giggle and give him a wink. Slowly, you peel back the fabric of his underwear, letting it gently slide off of him, his dick springing out, fully erect.
Finally, you place a kiss to the tip.
He’s salty.
He groans out again.
“You’re killing me here babe.”
You go down on him. You take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, you suck gently. You take him fully and deepthroat him and while pulling back up, you allow your teeth to graze him gently, knowing he loves it.
“God! Fuck!” He shouts, throwing his head back. His back arches splendidly.
“So vocal”, you tease.
You take him again. Your tongue dances over him as he groans. Sometimes he moans your name, sometimes some vague words of encouragement.
“Y/N, I- I’m Cl-ose”he says.
You suck harder and his hips buck but you hold him down. He’s being far too cocky today.
“I’m Gonna-”, he cries.
But before he can do anything, you grasp him firmly at the base and pull off completely. His entire body shudders and he whines.
“You cum when I say so”, you drawl out.
“Baby, please,” he begs, “please”
He almost looks as though he’s about to reach out and take hold of himself but thinks better of it. He pleads with you again and again. His back arches and he squirms, desperate for some sort of release.
You simply smile at him as you shuck off your own clothes. You climb on top of him. His face has become flushed with a gorgeous shade of red. His eyes have become feral. His pink lips have parted slightly to allow his irregular breaths to slip through.
You position his leaking cock beneath you. He’s begging you to lower yourself onto him. He’s practically whining. Slowly, you lower yourself allowing his impressive size to stretch you. Only you can see Bakugo in such a state, practically drooling over himself for you.
Once fully sheathed, you begin to rock. You grind your hips. Bakugo’s back arches and you lean down to place kisses all over his jaw. You place a kiss on his nose before diving down to swirl your tongue against his nipples. One of his hands places itself on your hip while the other tangles itself into your hair. He’s crying out praises and eventually leans up to place a kiss on your forehead. That is, until he throws his head back to let out another cry.
He’s telling you how amazing you are. He’s begging you for release.
“Cum for me Baby,” You say between your own ragged breathing.
He does. You both do as you ride out the wave. His head is still thrown back when you break out of your sex filled haze. His breathing calms down significantly as he goes limp. You get off of him to cuddle into his side. You run a hand through his hair and he turns to you. His eyes glazed over as a genuine smile graces his handsome features.
“I hope that’s proof enough,” he says. His voice is low and you can tell how tired he is.
You nod up at him, continuing to massage his head until his breathing evens out and he falls fast asleep. You place a kiss on his nose and reluctantly pull away from him, reaching for the towels.
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You leave the room quietly after dressing and meet the others downstairs. Each one just silently watches you before reaching into their wallets.
You give them a confused look. Everyone, and you mean everyone, proceeds to give Jiro money. You shoot her a questioning look and her only response was to give you an uncomfortable look as she twirls an ear jack around her finger.
a/n: slow updates as usual, i cut the tip of my finger at work changing receipt paper so bear with me, that shit hurteded :( this is just a little self-indulgent piece, so i hope you guys like it!! this is also hella short, i apologize >-<
summary: a hangout with your close friends turns into a little fuss for your affections
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
gender neutral reader
warnings: swearing, fluff, multiple characters x reader
word count: 503
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You’re sitting in Sero’s lap, his arms locked over your shoulders as you lean on his chest, his head resting on top of yours. You giggle at a tiktok that Kaminari shows you, and everything just feels right.
Kirishima is painting Bakugou’s nails, despite the blond saying he could do it himself. After a sort of bad day, you’d asked if you could all hang out, and thankfully they all agreed, so here you were, in Sero’s room, just vibing.
When Kirishima was done, he looked over at you, now snuggling under Sero’s knitted sweater.
“What’re you doin’ under there!” Kirishima lightly nudged where your head would be, forcing you to pop up from the neck-hole, glancing at him.
“Searching for treasure.” You said with a grin.
“Under his shirt? You’re not gonna find much.” Kaminari teased.
“Oh shut up!” Sero called to the yellow-blond.
“It’s warm under here at least, unlike someone’s freezing cold ass.” You mutter, poking fun at Kaminari, who was unusually cold all the time.
“It’s not my fault!” Kaminari protests, crossing his arms over his chest, moping away from the group.
Bakugou is sadly forced to sit patiently while his nails dry, and it’s going to take a few minutes. He wants to snatch you away from Sero and hold you on his own.
You give Sero a light peck on his cheek before leaving his sweater and moving over to Kirishima.
“You guys are so mean to one another, there’s plenty of me to go around.” You huff, sitting in front of Kirishima.
“Paint my nails next!” You smile, holding your hands up.
“Anything for you, beautiful.” He murmurs, smiling as he reaches for the bottle.
Kaminari moves behind you and begins playing with your hair.
“That feels nice.” You hum.
“Are you feeling better?” He asks quietly, leaning his head on the back of your shoulder.
“Much, thanks for letting me bug you guys.” You speak to all of them as Kirishima leans in and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. You glance at Bakugou who looks left out.
“Hey, dumbass.” You mock him lovingly.
“Oi-”
You cut him off with a peck on his lips, leaving him speechless, his cheeks turning pink as the rest of his friends begin to chuckle at his expression.
“Too easy man.” Sero laughs.
“Shut up!” Bakugou yells, a smile on his lips, growing as he stares at you.
Kaminari nudges for you to turn and glance at him, and when you do he places a peck on your cheek.
“You don’t bug us, dummy.”
“Yeah! We’re always here for you!” Kirishima adds in.
“You guys are the best.” You smile. Enjoying the comfort that they give you. It seemed silly to be so in love with the four, but here you were, falling more and more in love with each of them.
That night consisted of pizza, video game raging, and cuddles for everyone, and needless to say, the bad day you’d had, had melted away almost instantly.
a/n: first post back from my break, i’m feeling so much better, and to be completely honest, i’ve really missed writing. i think a break was definitely what i needed, but it feels right to be back, to be tuning my thoughts into this creative process, it really frees my mind.
summary: at first, it’s just a coincidence that bakugou stumbles upon you at your job, but soon it becomes a selfish urge to get to know you, outside of classes.
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
It’s really almost ironic how Bakugou, or as you like to call him-in the privacy of your loneliness, Katsuki, walks in, completely unaware. And while Katsuki isn’t some sort of nickname, rather his first name, you still feel embarrassed calling him anything but Bakugou.
He walks in as you’re topping a caramel latte with some cinnamon-truly you’d recognize that head of blonde hair anywhere.
He’s dressed casually, as he would be, it’d make no sense for him to be in his hero costume, or in the school uniform since he was neither getting off from classes nor out on patrol for a work study. He was just out and about, you’d assumed.
You worked at a café for some spending cash, nothing too draining, and nothing you couldn’t handle on top of all your studies. You’d gotten the school’s permission to work off-campus as long as you proved with your grades, that you could handle it.
When his crimson eyes met with your (e/c) ones, you felt like time had stopped. No one from your class had ever asked what you did outside of classes, let alone had anyone found out that you had a job.
With what seemed like a selfish smirk, he sauntered up to the counter and began to analyze the menu.
“Hi, how are you today?” You ask politely, nerves washing over you as you stare at your classmate. Despite being within the same age range, and in the same class, attending the same school, managing in about the same skill level, you felt so small in his presence.
“Doin’ great, didn’t know you had a job.” Bakugou’s voice is quiet, matching with the calmness inside the small café. He glances down at you, his smirk fading away into a normal expression.
“You never asked if I did.” You retorted, leaning against the counter. It was your turn to glance at him.
He’s wearing jeans, and a baggy tan sweater. It was what you assumed was some sort of casual streetwear? Whatever it was it looked really comfortable. And for what seemed like the millionth time today, you’re distracted by another customer to not even notice anything else around you.
While staring at the embroidered logo on the chest of his sweater, you don’t even hear what he wants. It’s not until he flicks your forehead, your hands shooting up to cover where he’s just inflicted a small stinging pain, that you realize what’s happening.
“Sorry! Can you repeat that?” You ask, looking away, readying up at your register.
“A caramel macchiato, with cinnamon on top.” Bakugou glances down at your tip jar and then back up at you. He pays for his drink, but you don’t fail to notice the few bills he slips in, a small nod in your direction following as he goes to sit down, scrolling through his phone.
You begin to make his drink, preparing it like you were being watched by the owner of the business you worked for, preparing it with the upmost caution and preciseness, making sure you had perfect lines of caramel on the froth on top, and a pleasing amount of cinnamon on top of that.
“Katsuki!” You call, your voice breaking slowly toward the end of his name. It was the first time you’d said his name in front of him. At least his first name. When he reaches the counter, you can tell that his cheeks are visibly redder than usual. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel his fingers brush against yours as he takes his drink.
“Thanks.” Bakugou comments quietly. He steps away from the counter and then pauses, turning back to look at you.
“What time do you get off?” He questions, peeling the wrapper off of his straw, disposing it into the nearby trashcan.
“I’m here till we close today, why?” You ask but you get no answer. Bakugou hums and walks off, the bell dinging above the door as he exits.
You don’t expect to see him later that night at all, but when he walks in, just a few minutes before closing, your heart swells. It’s an odd feeling, despite the crush you already have on him.
“Welcome back.” You say softly. He’s the only customer in the store, thankfully things had slowed down as the night carried on. Surprisingly, people didn’t care much for coffee at nine at night.
“You got any of those fudge slices left?” Bakugou approaches the counter.
“I saved one just for you.” You tease, pulling it out from it’s glass display case.
“It’s on the house.” You nod, handing him the small napkin holding the fudge slice.
“Thanks.” Bakugou walks over to one of the tables and sits down, munching on the fudge.
“You almost ready to go?” Your manager steps out, having finished cleaning all the machines for the night.
“Just about.” You watch Bakugou from behind the counter, his crimson eyes peaking at you every so often.
Eventually though, you have to walk him out, locking the door behind him. It doesn’t take long for you to close up, and when you step outside, you’re met with the chilly night air.
Until you’re nudged by Bakugou as he walks by you.
“You gonna stand there?”
“Why’d you wait out here, it’s freezing!”
“Someone had to walk you home, you’d probably trip over your own feet on the way there and freeze to death.”
“I’ve worked nights before and made it home completely fine. I think you just wanted to walk me home.” You tease him, your face stinging in the wind. It’s a cold walk back to the campus, but you’ve mastered getting there as quickly as possible due to things like the nights getting colder, and rain.
“Shut up, dumbass.”
The following day, you’re off, much to Bakugou’s surprise when you both bump into each other in the common room.
He just nods at you as you pass. Later on, you decide to repay him, sliding the tip he’d left you back under his door. You felt bad for taking his money like that, he was your classmate. You made plenty of tips anyway.
But Bakugou wasn’t having any of it.
He made it a point to return that tip to you, even if he had to sneak in your room to do so.
Although you answered after his third knock.
“Hey, what’s up?” You questioned in your doorway.
“This is for you to keep, idiot.” Bakugou groaned, handing you back the folded bills. You shook your head.
“I don’t need it, besides you could use that to buy another drink or-”
“I’m not leaving until you take this.”
“Stubborn.” You mumbled, reaching for the folded up tip. You feel awful taking his cash, and in this moment it feels almost illegal. Like he’s just paying you for something you do so often you feel like you haven’t even done anything worth receiving this money for.
“Barista.” The job-title almost feels like an attack when he says it. You just shake your head and glance away.
“Hey!” You lean over and flick his forehead.
“No one else knows, shut up.” You’d finally taken your revenge. Bakugou’s eyes widen, as if he’s just been told the biggest secret in the world.
Later in the week, when you’re off, Bakugou catches you leaving early in the morning, apron in hand. Luckily it’s just him awake, and you hadn’t realized he’d even been awake.
He comes and visits you, as much as he can.
On your nights, he walks you home, and you begin to really enjoy his presence. You don’t realize how safe you feel walking alongside him until one night he comes in and tells you he won’t be able to walk you home.
He recommends calling Kirishima, but you ask him politely to keep your side job just between the two of you. Bakugou respects that and gives you his phone number in case something happens.
That walk home, a little past nine, is cold, dark, and eerie. You miss the stubbornness of Bakugou’s wit as he tells you not to walk so close to the road, gripping the sleeve of your coat and yanking you over to the side he was walking on.
You miss the way he’d warm your hands up with his, telling you to be still so he didn’t accidentally hurt you.
You missed him.
Thankfully, him not being there wasn’t a recurring thing, and he showed up on time for a fudge slice a few minutes before close, he fought with you to pay for it, but you always gave it to him on the house.
However you begin to realize these meetings in secret are much deeper than you thought.
It’s when you’re sitting on the couch in the common room and Kaminari asks about Bakugou always going out somewhere, and you always being gone when he leaves.
“Are you guys doing some training together or something?” Kaminari asks, just curious.
“It’s none of your business.” Bakugou retorts, eyeing you as he answers. You keep your mouth shut, not even thinking about telling the truth to your absence. The last thing you needed was more of your classmates showing up to your job-not that Bakugou was a hassle, but because you enjoyed sharing something with just the two of you.
“That makes it seem like you guys are doing something romantic.” Kaminari wiggles his brows.
“I’ve never seen Bakugou outside of class anyway? What makes you think we’re just together all the time?” You pop in, biting your lower lip anxiously.
“When you’re gone, Bakugou leaves. And he’s staying up later. Is it wrong for me to assume you’re not doing anything secretive together? C’mon even Kirishima thinks something is up!”
“Don’t loop me into your mess!” Kirishima butts in.
“We’re not doing anything.” You answer, and Kaminari just sighs. But you and Bakugou both know this is simply not the end.
It takes one night. Bakugou waited outside again, this time, with an umbrella since it was raining.
“Everything good?” Bakugou asks as you scurry under the umbrella, your arms touching as you reach and cling to him for heat.
“Yeah, just cold is all, I have no idea how you stand out here waiting.” You mumble, beginning your walk back.
“Here.” Bakugou grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, his palms heating up to warm your hand up.
That warmth spreads through your body as you walk back to the campus.
You’re so cold, and focused on getting warmer, you completely forget your habit of walking in a few minutes before or after Bakugou, and you go in together.
Kaminari is up waiting with Kirishima, Sero, and Mina. The four of them simply stare at you and you feel as if you’ve just been caught stealing the big shiny diamond from a museum.
“Well, well, well.” Kaminari starts.
“Just get back from a date?” Mina chimes in, teasing the two of you. You quickly leap away form each other, shaking your head.
“I got suckered into a scam at the mall and called Bakugou to help. We didn’t realize how late it was.” You quickly tried to come up with an excuse.
“You went to the mall but didn’t get anything?” Sero adds.
“They’re not entitled to buy anything, dumbass.”
“I don’t know. You’ve got something on your chin, looks like chocolate.”
“And you.” Kaminari stands, walking over to you. He glances down and smirks.
“You only ever wear those shoes whenever you leave. Those are work-grade, anti-slip.” Kaminari smiles.
“You have a job.”
“And you visit them at this said job, and walk them home when they work nights.” Kaminari had solved the mystery.
You glance at Bakugou and sigh.
“Please don’t tell anyone. It’s just to earn some spending cash-”
“It’s okay. Next time just tell us. It’s not like we’re gonna show up and bug you. Unlike someone.” Kaminari jokes.
“But are you guys together or something?” Kirishima asks. You shake your head, your face warming up as you glance over at Bakugou.
He doesn’t respond and begins to walk off.
“Goodnight to you too Bakugou.” Sero teases. You nod and walk off after him, stopping him before he heads inside his dorm.
“Thank you, for walking me home. Again.” You thank the blonde.
“Someone’s gotta’ make sure the barista who tops caramel macchiato’s with extra caramel doesn’t get hurt.” Bakugou smirks.
“Hey uh…” You stammer.
“Thank you, for keeping this whole thing a secret, I really appreciate it, and all that you’ve done for me, and the café.” You look down at the ground, but Bakugou’s fingers stop you, tilting your head back up to stare at him.
His lips are on yours before you know it. It’s warm, like his hands, and you don’t want it to stop. However, oxygen is a vital part to both of yours and Bakugou’s existence.
He’s silent when he pulls away.
“Tastes like fudge.” You laugh quietly.
“Shut up.” Bakugou’s cheeks are red as he closes the door slowly.
