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nonclassyparty · 3 years ago

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The Blind Sider (K. HJ)

Part three of the Subtle Variations of Heartbreak series

summary: a recollection of the time you got played by the boy sitting next to you in your English class

warnings: SMUT!!, angst, y/n is insecure and still thinks shes special, hongjoong is a menace in the best way possible like i WANT him so bad im not even kidding, this is also slight friends to lovers!!, lots of kissing

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Kim Hongjoong was your type to a T.

He sat next to you in the English class you both shared and you remember trying your hardest not to stare.

Because Kim Hongjoong is definitely something worth staring at. Alluring eyes, prominent cheekbones and pink lips that had the ability to drive anyone up the wall once they were suited up with his mischievous, cocky grin. Messy hair that was always styled away from his face and showed off his handsome features was a dark blue color for the semester you sat next to him.

You loved the way he dressed, as well. Colorful shirts and patterned pants that always made him stand out against the rest of the crowd and no matter how weird his outfit was, he would be able to pull it off effortlessly. So yeah, Kim Hongjoong was fucking sexy but you would rather die than ever admit that out loud.

That was another thing about you and Hongjoong; he let you know pretty early on that he wanted you and you tried exceptionally hard to pretend like you couldn't stand him.

He reveled in your distaste towards him because he knew that underneath the surface of eye rolls and sarcastic remarks, you wanted him as well.

Hongjoong made your blood boil, everything about him from his good looks to his smartass comments to the playful smirks and gleeful eyes that would appear when he saw that he pissed you off.

He would brag if he scored higher than you on an essay, it would never be anything mean but just teasing; still enough to make your cheeks flush in annoyance. He would start randomly elbowing you in the middle of class, for no apparent reason other than to piss you off, and grin widely as he whined when you finally retaliated back. He would sometimes just breathe too loudly or chew his gum obnoxiously and you would feel yourself get irritated in his presence.

Everything about him set you off and at times, it seemed like the only way you could get rid of the hot feeling seeping under your skin would be by ripping off one of his dumb shirts off of him and fucking him stupid.

But you never did that, for obvious reasons, no matter how much he made it certain that the option was on the table.

"Go fuck yourself," You roll your eyes at Hongjoong who keeps on peeking over your shoulder to see what you were writing down in your notebook. The past two hours of sitting together at the library, trying to finish the essay due at midnight had taken a toll on you already.

"Well, I very well might, later tonight. But unfortunately, I have to deal with this essay first. If you give me a little 'please' and a helping hand, maybe you'll get invited," He quips with eyebrows raised and a smile that anyone watching from the distance would call innocent. But you knew better by now.

Or...

"Oh fuck me." You snapped to yourself after not being able to find the blue notebook in your backpack. You probably left it on your desk after studying last night. As if today couldn't get any worse...

"At least let me buy you dinner first, darling," His voice purred from besides you and it instantly made you snap your head towards him with a glare, before slumping back into your seat.

Or...

"You always have to be in charge, don't you Kim? You can't handle not being in control for one fucking second, you always have to get your way." You hiss as you start slamming your books closed and packing up your stuff.

Your idea for this project was better and it was easier to do but he just couldn't let go. He just couldn't let you have this one thing, he'd rather make it harder on himself instead.

"I can promise you that you would thoroughly enjoy it if I always got my way, darling." Hongjoong replies leaning in towards you and you recoil back in slight panic, he just stared at you, seemingly unbothered by the tantrum you previously threw.

Or...

"I don't know. He just seemed so innocent and nice when I first met him, I had no idea he'd be like this." You huff next to Jongho who only chuckles at your daily complaints about Hongjoong.

"Innocent huh? I can think of a few ways I could change that belief about me..." Someone whispers into your left ear and you almost jump out of your seat, swiftly whipping your head around only to come face to face with him staring at you with his usual yet devastatingly attractive smirk.

"Kim Hongjoong!"

In the beginning, you were doing so well in managing to ice him out with snappy retorts and held back smiles but week after week, he had slowly but surely started melting down your walls and you found yourself getting more and more excited for each lecture in which he would sit next to you and try to get a reaction out of you with corny jokes and smartass comments he would whisper under his breath.

Not a single class would go by without him asking you to grab coffee or lunch with him at the end of it and who could really resist all of that for long? You liked him since the first time you saw him, it was a miracle you had managed to sustain yourself for as long as you did but being hostile could only get you so far, especially when he could see right through you.

But you were supposed to know better than that. You knew that the two of you didn't want the same things and you knew he was only attracted to the challenge and idea of having you. You knew that you should not have let him get too close because he was bound to wreck havoc in the little bit of peace you have managed to build in your life those past few months.

You knew...

The first breach of your resolution in not getting involved with Kim Hongjoong happened at your birthday party.

It was your twentieth birthday that you decided to celebrate at a bar just off campus with your friends. Mina booked the table for the six of you a couple of days before and you were excited because it was the first time since you started college that you were actually planning something for your birthday.

So that Friday, you found yourself in your little black dress with your hair straightened to perfection and make up done, sipping on cocktails and dancing around your table with the rest of your friends. You weren't drunk but just slightly buzzed, enough to make your smile a little more flirtier and your dance moves a little more bolder.

"I'm gonna go get another drink?" You yell into Chaeyoung's ear and she nods in response, leaning in towards you.

"You want me to come with?" She asks, her big eyes glittering from the eyeshadow. You shake your head in response as you make your way to the bar.

The place you were at was packed which wasn't surprising considering it was a hot spot for college students near your campus and you have to elbow people as you walk through the crowd and wave for the bartender. When he gives you a nod after you order another cocktail for you and Mina, you lean on the bar with a soft sigh which goes unheard in the midst of loud music.

You look through the crowd as you wait, cursing yourself for not bringing your phone with you. The guys from across the bar making you squirm in your place with their blatant ogling.

"Well, well, well." You think it's absolutely fucking annoying that you manage to hear and recognize his voice even through the loud music booming through the speakers and you turn around to see Kim Hongjoong by your side with his ever present smirk.

"Oh, God." You groan, throwing your head back in annoyance that definitely seems fake because you can't help the smile pulling on your dark cherry painted lips. The alcohol made you unable to pretend like you weren't happy to see him here.

His smirk transformed in a full blown smile when he saw the smile of your own.

"Wasn't planning on seeing you here tonight, darling." Hongjoong muses, standing exceptionally close to you as his eyes ran over your figure.

"It's my birthday party." You respond, motioning to your friends standing by one of the tables in the back, seemingly having fun as they shouted the lyrics to the 2000's pop song blasting through the place. A small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you stare back at him, he seems gleeful that for once, you weren't hostile towards him.

"Well, happy birthday. If I had known, I would've brought you a muffin or something to class today." He then looks over you one more time, it's quick but enough to make you feel hot all over. "You look gorgeous, by the way."

"Thanks." You chuckle with an eye roll and he gives you another smirk before leaning into the bartender to tell him his order.

"Oh, you're here with the rest of the guys." You say as you finally notice the familiar faces of Hongjoong's usual group of friends, all huddled around a table in the corner.

"Yeah." He says simply, not really seeming to care for his friends because his gaze doesn't stray away from you for even a second. "So...you're not surrounded by your usual cloud of hostility tonight."

You turn to him again and now it's your time to stare. The first three buttons of his shirt are undone revealing his tanned, smooth skin and his hair was brushed out of his forehead. You found the piercings on his earlobe glinting under the dimmed lights of the bar incredibly attractive. He was so incredibly attractive.

Not knowing how to respond, you simply roll your eyes but the small smile on your lips never moves and he almost seems caught off guard by the playfulness of it all. He quickly recovered though, his grin growing wider and eyes intrigued.

The bartender brings you your drinks and you're about to leave, feeling a little disappointed to leave Hongjoong behind so quickly but he holds you back with the soft grip of his hand on your arm and pushes a shot of vodka in your direction.

"Shots for the birthday girl!" He says, raising a shot of his own in the air. You let out an amused laugh, picking up the small glass and clinking it with his own before throwing it back.

The liquid burns your throat as it goes down but the way he looks at you almost makes you numb to the alcohol.

"That's disgusting." You mutter, face scrunching up as you try to avoid his eyes. You were used to the flirting but this was the first time you reciprocated it and you were starting to think you were way in over your head with Kim Hongjoong.

"Another?" He says pushing the other glass towards you. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

You both down another round of shots. And another after that and soon enough you're sitting on two of the stools of the bar, extremely close to one another as you try to speak over the loud music. You don't remember what you spoke about with him, it was mostly him teasing you, mentioning incidents from classes and so on. You were biting back in the same way except playfully this time, flirty. His hand would occasionally brush your bare knee and you would suck in a breath every time it happened.

A hand coming down on your shoulder is what pulls you away from the intoxication of being in his mere presence and you turn around to come face to face with Aeri.

"Hey!" You smile widely, sitting up.

"Hey,... what are you doing?" Aeri greets with a smile that you know is fake when she looks at Hongjoong. She doesn't like him, you know that much.

While you 'disliked' Hongjoong for teasing and pissing you off most of the time, Aeri disliked him for reasons that were a bit more superficial.

She didn't like people that didn't care about the opinions of others and Kim Hongjoong was the dictionary definition of that.

He dressed however he liked, he said whatever he wanted and he acted how he pleased. He was unapologetically himself and you liked that. Your friend didn't.

It was always something you resented Aeri for. She only seemed to accept the people similar to her; preppy clothes, good reputation and no bad habits and it annoyed you to no end when she would comment under her breath on when someone's clothes were too short or too tight, or how boys like Kim Hongjoong were nothing but trouble, irresponsible and not belonging in her circle of friends.

Hongjoong was definitely trouble but in the best way possible. He wasn't a bad person at all, he was quite lovely to everyone around him, even to you despite that you were mean to him at times. Very friendly and incredibly smart. A lot of people liked him. You liked him.

"I'm just talking to Hongjoong."

"Well, maybe it's time to go back to our table, huh?" Aeri says warningly and you grit your teeth a little at the look she gives Hongjoong again. As if he was an outsider who didn't belong here.

"Aeri, c'mon let them be. She's close to him, they have a couple of the same classes." Mina joins from out of nowhere, pulling Aeri by her elbow and giving both you and Hongjoong an apologetic look.

"I'll be back in, like, five minutes.." You respond and Aeri says your name once again, in warning.

"Do you wanna go out for a smoke?" Is what interrupts your stare down and you turn to Hongjoong who's already standing up, looking at you in question before leveling Aeri with a cold stare. He got the gist that she disliked him, it seemed.

Aeri opens her mouth to respond, another painfully fake smile, ready to turn down his offer when it wasn't even posed to her but you beat her to it.

"Sure." You say, getting up and letting him lead you outside.

Aeri stares back in bewilderment while Mina almost looks proud because...well, you aren't a smoker.

As you walked outside of the bar letting the chilly November air greet you, you started worrying that your friends might be upset that you ditched your own birthday party for some guy. You didn't really take Aeri's anger to heart, but you would feel bad if you hurt your other friends because of this.

"So, I'm guessing your friends hate me?" Hongjoong asks casually as the two of you go behind the building of the bar, where a couple of other college students and couples were hanging out under the street lights.

And as if she knew, your phone beeps with a message from Mina at the exact moment the question leaves Hongjoong's lips.

mina <3: girl fuck aeri!! go get that dick we all know u wanted to jump his bones from the start no mtter how muuch you pretendd to hate him

mina <3: its your bday babee!! do whatever u want

A small laugh escapes you as you stuff your phone back into the pocket of your jacket.

"No, not all of them. Just Aeri." You respond with a chuckle as you both settle to stand right next to the side of the bar, close to the street but still far away to give you some privacy. Hongjoong turns to you, you turn to him and you both stare at each other.

"Aren't you going to smoke?" You question, eyes knitting together as you watch him with confused eyes.

"I don't smoke."

"Neither do I."

The eye contact never breaks between the two of you, not even when he takes a step closer to you. And then another one. His chest almost touching yours.

"Then what should we do now?" Hongjoong whispers, a teasing smile pulling on his lips as his eyes danced from your lips to your eyes. You try to playfully glare at him but your own smile betrays you and you bite down on your lower lip.

"Hm?" He questions when you don't respond, getting even closer. So close that you can feel his minty breath on your face as one hand sneaks beneath your jacket, to rest on your waist.

Noses brushing together, breaths mingling and he was still grinning mischievously. You had enough of it.

"Oh my God." You rolled your eyes. "Just kiss me already."

His smile doesn't move and you pull him down by the nape of his neck, clashing your mouth onto his. His pretty lips felt so soft and sweet and you think how you could go the whole night kissing him. The way he is moving his mouth against yours makes your knees buckle and you're lucky that he's gripping you.

The kiss is a little messy, rushed from the months of repressed sexual tension and you know you shouldn't be doing this but you couldn't seem to care less about the consequences as Hongjoong's hands move from your waist down to your ass.

A tiny whimper falls from you as Hongjoong nips on your bottom lip.

The two of you spend the next hour in the shadows, him caging you to the side of the building with his body as your mouths explore one another. His hand sneaking up under the skirt of your dress and rubbing over your panties in just the right way to drive you insane. But other than that, nothing else happens.

You get back home and wake up to messages of Chaeyoung and Mina asking if you had a good time and send back a 'yes' with a tired grin.

Hongjoong and you fall into some kind of rhythm after that. You still sit next to each other during classes and he still teases and annoys you relentlessly but there's something even more playful and almost intimate about it because you start giving him the same amount of smirks and flirty looks and he loves it.

You don't dare touch each other though, feeling like if you kissed during the day it would burst this little bubble you two have formed with each other. But you were dying to kiss him again, to touch him...You wanted to touch him more. Skin on skin. You wanted to know what he tasted like. You wanted to feel him inside of you. You wanted him.

He texts you often, sends you stupid memes that you would cry from laughter at because you two share the same sense of broken humour or you would help each other with homework and assignments. It almost felt like you two were friends, except you badly wanted to see each other naked.

You half scolded yourself for trying to run away from him in the beginning, maybe you had it all wrong. You think that maybe he didn't see you as just a conquest and maybe he genuinely was interested in you. Maybe you judged him too quickly. Maybe this time, he would be the one.

HJ: You goin to the mountains with us?

You: yep

HJ: We could share a room ;)

You: 🖕

At the end of November that year, you go up to the mountains where your friend Dahyun's family owned a huge property with a big mansion smacked in the middle of it. The house was unused since they lived in the city so it was open for use to your friend group whenever you wanted to. Perks of having filthy rich friends, you guessed. And since somehow, your and Hongjoong's friend groups intertwined that semester, he ended up joining you, Dahyun and Mina with three of his other friends.

You had planned to stay an entire week there to wash the stress of midterms down with as much alcohol you all could and you were kind of (very) excited when you found out that Hongjoong was going as well but you obviously didn't let it show.

All of you drink the entirety of the first day while grilling food on the outside patio and play music loudly from the speakers. It was the most fun you have had in a while back then, you still sometimes look at the photos taken that day and nostalgia fills you up. It was a good day.

The second night, on the other hand, is the night Kim Hongjoong fucks you for the first time.

"Who's awake?" Dahyun's brother whispers and you raised your hand hoping he can see you in the darkness with only the huge TV screen illuminating the room. Hongjoong raised his hand as well.

It was well after midnight and almost four hours into your movie night in the gigantic living room of Dahyun's house, everyone was knocked out sleeping. Except the three of you.

"I'm so bored." You heard Hongjoong whisper, a whine in his voice that made you hide a smile.

"Y'all wanna go to the hot tub?" Dahyun's brother questions with a grin and you gasp.

"You have a hot tub here?" You say in a hushed voice, not even bothering to hide the excitement.

"Yeah, it's upstairs. Let's go!" He responds and the three of you stand up, "Wait, you need bathing suits...Go get them!"

Hongjoong and you race to your bedrooms and not even five minutes later, you come out of your bedroom in a robe with nothing but your dark red bikini on underneath. Hongjoong is waiting for you in the hallway and just jerks his head in a 'let's go' motion when you come out.

The hot tub is placed in the highest level of the house which was surrounded entirely by glass, revealing the stunning view of the nature that surrounded the house and you let out a small gasp when you saw the pretty view during the nighttime.

"Woah..." You let out, walking closer to the glass, "It's so nice out here."

Hongjoong hums in agreement as he messes around the buttons on the hot tub, looking satisfied when it finally starts working. Then he looks out to the view as well.

"Yeah, it must be even nicer during winter when the snow falls."

Your only response is a nod because you're too busy dipping your hand into the hot tub and checking the temperature, fascinated by the bubbles starting to form. You also don't notice Hongjoong's gaze on your bikini covered chest that was revealed when your robe came a little lose. His gaze trailing from your tits, collarbones, pretty neck and up to your face which held a smile as you played with the water while it heated up.

He quickly cleared his throat and entered the hot tub.

When you notice his actions, you quickly follow after him. Dropping the robe down to the tiles and carefully but quickly go into the hot tub and sink your body into the warm water. You try to seem unaffected by his dark gaze on you but your cheeks gave you away.

"I found something!" Dahyun's brother sing-sang, showing off an intricate bottle half filled with probably some expensive alcohol. You and Hongjoong smile at him, watching as he quickly throws the cap off and takes a swing of the liquid.

"I wasn't able to bring glasses, gotta share the bottle." He says passing the bottle to Hongjoong before climbing into the hot tub.

You watch as Hongjoong brings the bottle to his lips and swallows down. Adam's apple moving up and down and you curse in your mind at the sight of a drop of liquid sliding down his lips, to his chin, neck and finally, his chest.

This was going to be a fun night for you.

Laughter echoes through the open glass level of the house as you shake your head at the antics of the two men in front of you. The bottle of liquor was empty and the alcohol was definitely starting to hit. Your cheeks were flushed as you leaned back against the arm rest, fixing your hair that was pulled up in a messy bun at the top of your head to keep it out of the water.

"Damn, it's almost 2am." Dahyun's brother says checking his phone, "I should get going."

"What, why?" You whine watching him stand up and head out of the hot tub.

"I have an early shift tomorrow at the company." He explains and Hongjoong boo's him jokingly while you giggle. He playfully pushes Hongjoong by the shoulder who laughs, unbothered. "We can't all be deadbeat college students."

"Alright, alright. Go be a responsible adult then, bro. I'd hate to be in your shoes." Hongjoong waves and you nod agreeing.

"Bye!" You smile widely, waving at him and he laughs back at you, waving as he heads to the door of the hallway.

Suddenly, the world goes dark around you and Hongjoong and you jump a little in surprise. You only open your mouth to say something before the lights come back on but only this time a bit more dimmed than how they used to be. Dahyun's brother appears on the doorway again, looking a bit sheepishly at you both.

"Sorry, I accidentally turned them off." He whisper-shouts but he didn't seem that sorry if you were honest. In fact, it almost seemed like he was playing wingman for a certain guy in the hot tub with you by the look he threw Hongjoong as he turned around to leave. You pretended to be aloof to it all because if you were honest, you didn't mind one bit.

So you ignored the whole exchange.

"Is there anymore in the bottle?" You ask, nearing Hongjoong who shrugs watching you closely as you take the bottle and peer your eye into it. Your face lit up as you see the small amount of what was left of the alcohol in the complicatedly twisted bottle and Hongjoong snickers at your reaction. The liquid doesn't come out no matter how much you twist and turn it so it could go down to your mouth.

"Give me." Hongjoong says, reaching for the bottle and you let him grab it. He squints into the neck of the bottle and you giggle at the concentrated expression on his face, he only gives you an amused smirk as he tries to angle the bottle to see if the remaining drops of the alcohol would come out.

"C'mere." He motions to you and you scoot over into his space, almost straddling one of his thighs as you hold yourself up by the edge of the hot tub.

Hongjoong grips your jaw, tilting your head back as he pours the alcohol into your open mouth. When you were looking down the bottle, you didn't expect for there to be this much of the liquid and a couple of drops splash from your mouth, down to your chin and glide down your neck.

Hongjoong places the empty bottle down to the floor, before quickly gripping your hips.

You gasp partly at the sudden contact to your skin but partly because he leans down and drags his tongue up the column of your neck to your jawline, collecting the droplets that fell from your mouth.

He nips at your jawline and without breaking the contact you move up, to straddle him. He seems pleased by that with the way the grip on your hips tightens and he continues placing feathery kisses over your lower cheeks, on your chin, his upper lip brushing your lower one.

Your hands immediately go to his blue hair when he returns his attention to your neck, his teeth gently grazing the skin there while all you do is let out sighs of content and subtly start rocking your hips against his own.

Your senses go into overload. Everything seemed fuzzy and contorted, the dimmed lights, the alcohol buzzing through your veins, warm water and his lips and soft breaths brushing your skin made you feel like you were slowly losing the last bits of your sanity because of this man.

You pull on his hair and he picks his head up to look at you and that is when you press your lips hungrily into his. He lets out a grunt and the sound makes your cunt pulse, the pressure in the pit of your stomach starting to build up.

Hongjoong licks your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you gladly give him and his tongue meets yours. You moan into his mouth when bites down on your tongue, the move was sensual, dirty and it almost drove you crazy, he moans back, a whiny, desperate sound as if to reciprocate yours, he pulls you even closer into him as if you will disappear into thin air out of his grasp. You were running out of breath and he was getting wilder with each second. You break the kiss and wish you hadn't seen that sight, his eyes almost closed, lips red and a thin string of saliva connecting your lips with his glossy ones.

"Should we go to your room?" You ask, licking your lips and he looks over you for a second longer. His eyes dipping down to your tits pressed against his chest, the bikini doing little in keeping them covered by now.

"Are you drunk?" He asks huskily, swallowing down a shaky breath.

"No." You respond back. He kisses you once again immediately and you kiss back hungrily, your tongue running over his bottom lip as your hand cards through his hair. He pulls away and your eyes meet again.

"Let's go." He nods, helping you stand up and the both of you hastily get out of the hot tub. You wrap your robe around yourself and Hongjoong quickly dries himself with the towel he found folded on the chairs near the hot tub. He presses some buttons so the hot tub would turn off and then quickly turns to kiss you again before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the room.

You kiss and grip each other as you walk through the hallway and stop for a minute or two in the middle of the staircase as you shove your hand into his swimming trunks to grip his shaft as he groans lowly into your neck. The kissing never stops, neither does the touching, it was like you both would turn into nothing if your hands weren't on each other at all times in that moment.

"We gotta go." He mutters, pulling your hand away and you both quietly continue down the staircase and to the second level where your bedrooms were. Hongjoong's bedroom was at the end of the hallway and the one right next to him was supposed to be for his friend who ditched at last minute and you're happy because you would hate if his friend heard what was about to go down.

As soon as the door of his bedroom is closed, he has you pressed against the back of it, his hands working against the knot of your robe as he bites and licks all the skin he could get a hold off that the robe revealed.

You watch his movements with parted lips as he finally undoes the knot and throws the robe off of you, immediately starting to kiss down your chest. His hands knead your bikini covered breasts as he kneels in front of you, resting his forehead against your stomach for a second. You're too far gone to notice his actions until you feel his chin brushing your stomach and you look down on him to find him staring up at you with those dark eyes.

"What?" You breathe out, almost beginning to feel self-conscious as you move to cover your stomach up with your hands, he just grabs them and pins them to the door.

"You're so fucking sexy." He whispers, tugging on the lower half of your wet bikini with his teeth. "How the fuck do you get this off?" He whines.

With a snort, you decide to cut him some slack and reach out to undo one more know which makes one side of the bikini come loose, and he comes face to face with your wetness.

He groans, quickly standing up. "So many knots..." He grumbles, dragging you over to the bed and throwing you on it, your bikini still wrapped around your other thigh. You breathe out a laugh as you bounced on the bed and he takes no time climbing on top of you to kiss you again.

He smiles into the kiss and pulls away for a second to see you smiling as well, before diving in again. Your mouths move in sync as your hands roam across his back while his roam down your leg, one hand tugging the bikini that was hanging off of your one leg and throwing it across the room.

"Wanna eat you out..." Hongjoong breathes out, kissing down your neck and chest and all you could think was 'Yes. Please do. Oh my God, please do.' When his hands reach down to your tits again and he stumbles across the bikini covering them, he lets out a frustrated groan, picking his head up and looking at you.

"Can you please get this shit off?" He says with another whine, kissing between your breasts, "I can't deal with anymore knots on you." You giggle, your head falling to the side as you arch back a little to try to pull the strings on your back while he continues travelling lower.

When you pull off the upper part of the bikini off of you, you don't even manage to throw it to the floor before you fall onto the bed with a loud gasp because Hongjoong takes a bold lick at your cunt and you suddenly forget how to operate. He chuckles at your reaction and when you clumsily lift yourself up on your elbows to peer down at him, he's looking back at you with that teasing glint and an eyebrow lifted up while his lips continued working you, enveloping your clit and tongue running over it.

You would usually find his cockiness so annoying, but in that moment, it was so fucking hot.

"Fuck." You whimper, falling back to the bed as he pulled you closer by your thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders. His hands found place on your hips and effortlessly pinned them down to the mattress so all you could really do was writhe on the bed as he continued his sweet torture.

Hongjoong's hands start caressing your sides, rubbing up your waist and rib cage until he reaches your chest and immediately starts playing with your nipples all while his tongue keeps working circles around your clit while at the same time he keeps sucking it into his mouth.

"Shit, Hongjoong." You whisper out of breath.

A choked-up moan leaves you and he lifts one of his hands and brings it to himself. While lost in the bliss of the moment, you don't notice one of his hands missing until you feel one of his fingers entering you without any sort of warning.

Hongjoong pumps his finger in and out of you as he pulls his mouth away from you. His eyes watch as your soaked pussy takes his finger with ease and how your hips move slightly to follow his every movement.

He adds a second finger, ever so slowly that you swear you were going to go insane.

"Hongjoong, please." Your pleads echo through the room.

"What do you want, darling?"

You ignore the wave of need that washes over you at the nickname that used to annoy the ever living fuck out of you and look down at him.

"Faster, please."

He smiles at that and lays a kiss on the inside of your thigh as his fingers pick up their pace just a little. He moves your leg from his shoulder and stands up to hover over you. You don't reach up towards him, not having the strength to move because all you can do is moan and groan, all while he just continues smiling down on you.

He kisses you again and you kiss back instantly, moaning a little bit when you taste yourself on his tongue and that's when he finally speeds up.

Your heads move in sync, catching some sort of rhythm and his fingers start moving faster and faster. As soon as his thumb moves up to rub your abandoned clit, you forget about the kiss completely.

You let out a loud moan, your head falling back and you can hear his proud chuckle. His hand starts moving even faster and it's all so intense that you completely forget about trying to keep quiet. He starts layering kisses down your neck and chest and on instinct, you lift up your torso to meet him first and soon his lips are around one of your nipples. His fingers don't stop it's movements, and right as his teeth graze your nipple, you're done for.

The loudest moan that you let out that night leaves you and Hongjoong is quick to cover your mouth with his vacant hand. You continue moaning against his palm, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your insides explode in what felt like the best orgasm of your life.

His fingers slow down but still move, just enough to drag out your orgasm for as long as he can.

As soon as you fall back onto the bed, he restarts his kisses, his hand moving away from your mouth. You wrap your hands against his shoulders, pulling him up by his hair so his lips can meet yours.

While kissing, Hongjoong grabs you by your sides and moves the both of you to the center of the bed. Your hands start pulling on his shorts. He still had them on and it just didn't seem fair to you.

You sit up and he looks at you quizzically as you push on his chest, so he falls on his back next to you. You pull on his shorts but because you're clumsy, you struggle a bit and he helps you out with a hand of his own. Once the shorts are pulled down to his thighs, his cock springs out and you can't contain a smile.

"Can I ride you?" You whisper, leaning down to kiss him and he groans faintly against your lips, one hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"You don't ever have to ask me that." He whispers to you.

You only smile at him, continuing to lay kisses down his neck and chest before you sit up again.

"Where are the condoms?" You question, pulling your hair out of the messy bun and letting it fall down your shoulders in waves. Hongjoong stares up at you in some sort of daze before he quickly swallows, his eyes regaining focus.

"Uh, in the nightstand." He responds, pointing to the small wooden nightstand next to the bed. You quickly move, rummaging through the first drawer and retrieving a condom without wanting to question why he brought them because you're happy that he did.

You rip the foil with your teeth and pull the condom out while Hongjoong watches you with parted lips and hooded eyes, his hand rubbing up and down your naked back.

He hisses when you place the condom over him, stroking him up and down for good measurement before straddling him with a smile.

You hover over him in his lap and give him a kiss. Hongjoong is the one to move your hips down and you two touch. A groan leaves his mouth at the contact and you move your hips up and down over his cock. Your pussy wets him with every motion and that is enough to make you moan against his lips. His grip on you is strong enough to bruise and you sit back up.

You move your hand to his cock and quickly line it up to your entrance. A little gasp leaves you as his tip enters and you move your hand away. With both hands on Hongjoong's chest and his gripping your hips, you slowly start sinking down, taking every inch of him into you. You take a deep breath, looking up to the ceiling to calm yourself down as you adjust to him and you can feel him watching you with hooded eyes.

You start to move, taking it slow at first so you can get used to him but as a soft whimper leaves your mouth, he moves his hips lightly to meet yours. You lean onto him, grabbing at his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close to you as possible. And he quickly catches on, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you as you continue to move.

"Is this better?" He whispers and you nod quickly.

"Uh-uh-ah!" You moan as he hits a particular spot inside of you and he rests his forehead on your bare chest, your hand tangling in his hair.

His heavy breathing is mixed with your own and your heart squeezes when he runs his nose up your neck before placing a kiss on it.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans echoing off the walls. You throw your head back, hips picking up pace as Hongjoong starts biting down on your chest.

Your tits bounce at the movements and as soon as he starts using his hold on your hips to make you come down on him even faster, you both start losing control over your sounds and you over your feelings.

"Hongjoong." You whine in his ear. "Please don't fucking stop."

You moan against his ear as he uses your body over him to his own accord. He lifts his hand to your head, gripping the roots of your hair and willing you to look at him. Your hands are gripping at his neck, having to latch onto something before you fall apart.

Your clit starts grazing his pelvis each time you come down on him and the both of you sense how close you're getting. You moan against his lips.

"I know, baby." He whispers against your mouth, "You wanna come for me?"

You try to form words as the band in the bottom of your stomach gets closer and closer to snapping. You only let out another moan as he slides up and down inside of you, hitting every perfect little spot.

"Yes, please. Please!" You whine out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He brings his vacant hand out of your hair and reaches down to slowly start circling your clit. A loud moan escapes you as you continue slamming down onto him harder and you can feel him grin against your skin, letting out a shaky breath in response. You wanted to scream.

"You can come, baby." He groans out when you squeeze around him.

Hongjoong starts moving his fingers against your clit faster, finally driving you over the edge and not stopping. As soon as your orgasm hits, he holds your head between his shoulder and neck to muffle the noises and closes his eyes at the feeling of you coming undone over and around him.

Your hands grip him for dear life, moaning against his skin as you breathe heavily, all while your body shakes in his tight hold. He moves his hips to meet yours a few more times and it only drags out your mind blowing orgasm even further.

"Fuck." He groans against your neck, his head collapsing against your shoulder as he finishes inside of the condom, pumping into you to ride out his high before his movements come to a stop and you're both just sitting up tangled in each other while breathing loudly and heavily.

Carefully, Hongjoong falls on his back with you still in his hold, your arms wrapped around his neck. Neither of you move from the position, trying to come down from the high.

He starts peppering kisses from your neck to your cheek while your eyes are still closed and you're trying to regulate your breathing and your wildly beating heart.

"You okay?" He asks lowly and you lift your head up from the crook of his neck to peer at his face. His eyes are soft and tired as he watches you and brushes a strand of hair that fell over your face.

You nod and lazily nuzzle your face against his neck almost purring in content and he lets out a laugh.

"That good, huh?" The proud smirk is evident in his voice. You look at him again but this time with a smirk of your own, your eyes barely open, and you reach out to kiss him again. Tongue immediately slipping between his lips and he groans quietly, his hand caressing your back.

"It was okay." You whisper teasingly, and kiss him again. He chuckles against your lips, pinching your sides in warning and all you do, is giggle in response. You make out, soft groans and moans escaping both of you while he is still inside of you.

"You're gonna make me hard again if we keep this up." He mutters before you slot his lips against his own, effectively shutting him up.

"Would that be so bad?" You whisper with an eyebrow quirked, returning to his lips again. He groans into your mouth, hand tangling in your hair before he pulls on it, pulling you away from him.

"You're gonna kill me, woman." He says, gently pulling out of you and pushing you to the side so you can lay on the bed. He quickly interrupts your whine, "I'm tired and so are you. Your eyes are barely open, baby."

You hum when he places another chaste kiss to your lips and gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom. When he comes back, you're already knocked out and sleeping.

The sunlight peering through the huge windows is what wakes you up and you take in your surroundings, noticing the body pressed against your back with a hand thrown over your stomach, holding you close. You crane your head slightly to see a sleeping Hongjoong, his face squished against the pillows.

You move in his hold a little bit, your head lifting off of the pillows, in search for anything that might give you an indication of what time it is. Your phone was left in your bedroom and Hongjoong's was nowhere to be found in the vicinity of the bed. A groan interrupts your rustling of the sheets and hands pull you closer to his warm chest.

"Go to sleep, it's fucking early." Hongjoong mumbles into your hair, his one eye cracking open before falling shut again.

"I need to go back to my room." You say quietly, eyes squinting as you try to sit up but he only pulls you back down. "What if the others look for us?"

"Then they'll find us here. Sleep." You frown a little, turning in his hold to look at him properly. His eyes were still closed, eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and lips pouted.

"What? We can't have them find us like th-"

"They already know you're in here with me." Is his only response and your eyes widen.

"Wh-?"

"Dahyun was knocking on your door like an hour ago and her brother said you were probably in here with me. Which you are." He explains, finally opening his eyes to look at you properly. "I heard them in the hallway."

Your hand immediately goes to your forehead to pick on a scab which became a bad habit when you're nervous or stressed and Hongjoong immediately pulled your hand away from the wound.

"This is so embarrassing." You whine, hoping that your friends didn't actually walk into his bedroom to find you both like this.

"Why? We're both adults who had sex." He says lazily, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you again. "Now, for the love of God, go to sleep."

Surprised by how affectionate he was even the morning after, your heart couldn't help but skip several beats. You faintly wished you could stay in this bedroom forever with him, away from the rest of your friends and other people, away from the college crowd. Protected from the world. You truly felt like he was only yours and this was real when you were in between those four walls.

You were about to protest but the relaxing feeling of his warm hand rubbing up and down your naked back is enough to make you give up and soon enough, you're lulled back to sleep.

The rest of the week is blissful, to say the least. You and Hongjoong are attached at the hip no matter what is it that you both do.

You want to go down to the little town to see the street stands for the tourists? He will accompany you.

He can't sleep during the night? You invite him to your room and put him to sleep after you make him come down your throat.

He has to prepare the campfire? You both will take a long stroll through the woods, spending very little time collecting the firewoods and much more time talking about the most random topics.

You're on grocery store duty? He will ride in the car with you and help with the groceries. He will also pull down your jeans, bend you over the car seat and fuck you so good that your throat is raw before you return to the house.

You were scared to ask him what he thought the two of you were, you were afraid to hear his answer. You only wished that when you got back to your college town, he would still want to spend time with you like he did that week. You hoped that he would still want you like you wanted him but maybe you were just really good at fooling yourself.

You surely must have known that the time you spend with him had an expiration date that was nearing it's end.

"Smile!" Mina sings, pointing a polaroid camera in the direction of you and Hongjoong, who were just just trying to roast your marshmallows in peace.

You smile widely and feel Hongjoong do the same as he throws a hand over your shoulder, pulling you closer, your cheeks pressing against one another. The flash goes off and a couple of seconds later, the little photo pops up and Mina waves it through the air for it to dry before she hands it to you and goes off to take photos of the rest of your friends.

"It's cute." You say with a small grin, observing the photo between your fingertips. You were both dressed in thick clothes and winter jackets, beanies on top of your heads and flushed cheeks from the outside cold. Hongjoong's arm around you and smiles so big and bright.

He only hums in response, small smile on his lips as he turns his attention back to the fire and the marshmallow on the stick.

You watch the photo for a second longer.

"How come you're studying business?" You question, brows knitted together and you flush lightly when you hear him laugh next to you. Was that a rude question?

"Suddenly?" He asks you, grinning widely and eyes watching you smile back at him, shyly.

"You just don't look like someone who's a future businessman. And I don't mean it in a rude way or anything, but when I picture a businessman, I always have someone very strict and boring in mind. Someone who's scared to take a step out of the box...you know what I mean?"

"And you don't think I'm all of that?" He asks teasingly and you elbow him with a playful glare.

"I just think that you're kind of too interesting for a future accountant or something."

"Well, it's because my dad wanted me to do this." He says, smile suddenly going a bit dimmer as he turns his attention to the campfire. "If it was up to me, I would've taken up music."

"Why isn't it up to you?" You ask quietly, a small frown pulling on your lips.

"Family company, all of that boring stuff. He doesn't think music will be worth it and I guess he's right."

"What? It's totally worth it, if it's what you love."

He turns to give you a grin that says ' you know you're full of shit'.

"C'mon, let's be serious now, darling. There's no money or future in that if you're mediocre. You have to be excellent to even have a sliver of chance in making it and I don't think I have that. It is what it is, I guess." He shrugs, as if he wasn't bothered but you could tell it was something that weighed down on him heavily. "At least with this degree, I'm guaranteed to have a stable job."

"Hongjoong, it's your life..." He says your name with a small smile, turning to gaze at you.

"It's easy for you to say that when you've picked architecture. Now, that's a good job and I bet you're going to be great at it because I can tell you really like it. That's when the 'it's worth it if you love it' shit, makes sense." He explains and you bite your lip, "Because it's going to push you further and make you work even harder."

"With music," He starts with a sigh, eyes turning sad, "I feel like I would be fighting a losing battle because I sincerely doubt I'm one in a million to stand out."

There's a moment of silence, his words sinking into you and you finally nod, faintly understanding where he was coming from. You never expected him to think so little of himself, though.

"Maybe in the future, when you get your business degree, you could get into a music major and then somehow..." You pursue your lips, noticing how he was hanging onto every word you said. "I don't know, maybe there would be a way for you to combine those two things."

Hongjoong exhales, the puff of air showing in the cold of the outside and you move the new marshmallow you've poked through with the stick near the fire. Sighing in content, as the warmth of the campfire grazes your hands.

"I don't know, maybe." Is his only response and you decide to drop it but not before telling him one last thing.

"Well, no matter what you do, I know you're going to be excellent at it. Even in music."

"You haven't even heard my music." He laughs and you grin again.

"I don't have to, I know you would be great." Hongjoong shakes his head but the smile doesn't move from his lips as he stares at you.

"Thank you." He whispers.

That night, Hongjoong is especially affectionate when he fucks you. Kisses littered up and down your body, thrusts slow but hard as he holds your hands above your head and watches as you moan and cry in pleasure. He doesn't let up even after you come down from your second orgasm, only flips you onto your stomach and goes again.

"Knock, knock." Hongjoong says, his knuckles meeting with the wooden doorway of the bedroom you have been residing in for the past week. You turn around, bringing your attention away from folding your clothes back into the small suitcase you've brought with you and give him a smile.

"Hey." You greet, placing the last pieces of clothes back.

"You almost done?" He asks, leaning his shoulder on the doorway and watching as you fold the clothes you plan on wearing for the trip back tomorrow.

"Yeah. I'm mostly done. Why?" You respond, plopping on your bed.

"I thought we could go for a walk, there's nice walking trail near."

"Sure! Let me just get my jacket."

It was around 5pm when you stepped outside of the house and into the winter cold, the sun that was beaming today was slowly starting to set as the two of you walked through the snow.

The trail was nicely cleaned up, lights set up every couple of feet to illuminate it and you reveled in the fresh air, something you don't get a lot of in the city.

"I wish we could come here often." You say, catching a couple of snowflakes in the palm of your hand.

"Yeah, this week was great. I really needed it." Hongjoong responds back. He catches your cold hand with his own and places them intertwined in the pocket of his padded jacket and you bite back a smile as your sides press into each other.

"I really like you." You whisper, the bravery of uttering that sentence quickly dissipates and you can't look at him but instead opt to stare at the snow as you both continue walking. You hear him chuckle lightly and your heart squeezes once again.

"I really like you too, darling." He stops in his tracks and you stop as well, since his hand is connected to your own.

Hongjoong lifts his vacant hand up to your cheek and softly moves his thumb across your skin in circular motion. He leans to kiss you softly under one of the lamp posts and you kiss back gladly, lips melting against his and grip the collar of his jacket to pull him closer.

He looks at you so sincerely, so softly, that you think how there's no way you're not continuing this once you're back to normal life. There is no way he could look at someone with so much affection and not mean it seriously. There is no way that this is the last night Kim Hongjoong holds you in his arms like that.

Right?

When the first two messages to him go unanswered, you don't think much of it. Thinking that maybe he was tired of the trip back and spent the entire next day sleeping.

But by the fourth message, you start getting a hunch that something might be wrong. When you see that he's not present in class the first Tuesday, you start panicking. You thought something bad might've happened or he was sick.

The phone calls go unanswered as well.

When you run into his friend, you ask him about Hongjoong and he looks at you confused for a second, saying that he's at his dorm like he's supposed to be and no, he's not sick. You thank him with a small smile and don't miss the look of pity he gives you.

It's when you get back to your dorm the next day and your phone flashes with a message from Hongjoong, that you feel like the dumbest bitch on planet Earth.

HJ: Hey, sorry for not answering ive been super busy bc i started a part time job recently

You were about to respond, saying it's not a big deal, relieved that something bad didn't happen. You understood, you really did, no matter how bad the radio silence made you feel.

But then, the second message arrives. And you curse the day Kim Hongjoong sat down next to you in that godforsaken English class for the first time.

HJ: I had a lot of fun last week, youre a really great girl but im just not looking for anything serious rn...hope u understand

You're numb as you re-read the words over and over again until they're engraved somewhere in your brain and as you look at the empty wall in front of you, you feel like you could see the words flash across it. The chuckle that escapes you, covers up the crack on your fragile heart that incurred all because of Kim Hongjoong.

Then the tears start falling and with every tear that falls, you curse at him in your mind because how could you have been this fucking stupid?

Didn't you have a firm resolution in not letting him close to you? So damn him, for being so fucking charming and sweet and funny and damn you for being so easy to get by mere smiles and pretty eyes.

How did this happen? How did you get here?

How did he manage to make you believe that you would actually start something with him when you get back? You were a hopeless romantic, you knew that, but you also liked to think that you had your head screwed on right. So, how exactly did he manage to break down your defense and brainwash you like this?

Were you really more gullible than you knew or was he that charming and heartless to do this to you even after getting to know you? Was it a mix of both?

Why didn't he want you? Why didn't he want anything serious? He told you he liked you...

He fucked you like he liked you, he kissed you like he liked you and he looked at you like he liked you. Fucking Kim Hongjoong.

How could he do all the things he did with you and then just toss you away via a fucking text message? The words weren't even properly typed. Were you not even worth a properly typed up break-up message?

You felt so stupid. You felt so disgusting and you hated yourself a little for not being more careful. For deluding yourself into thinking you would be enough for someone like him. You weren't enough to boys before him, so why would you be to him?

So there it was, Kim Hongjoong breaks and runs away with a piece of your heart that day with a simple text message.

You remember calling your friends and crying on the phone. You remember Mina and Chaeyoung comforting you on your bed. You remember Aeri's 'I told you so' (which hurt your pride more than you would like to admit, you wanted to scream at her how she didn't give a fuck that this boy hurt you). You remember feeling dirty and used.

Afterwards in class, he acted like nothing ever happened between the two of you. He treated you just like any other colleague, dropping the teasing smirks and jokes completely and sticking to stoic faces and avoiding your gaze. You were just some girl he messed around with during a college retreat one year.

The heartbreak Kim Hongjoong brings felt like getting hit from the blind side. He fooled you with sweet smiles and even sweeter words and when he got what he wanted which was to make you just another notch on his bedpost, he didn't really need you anymore.

This heartbreak was definitely prolonged because you still had to sit next to him in class and try your hardest not to stare.

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ticklishfiend · 3 years ago

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So Intriguing (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Bakugou & Ler!Todoroki

A/N : omg. hi LMAOOOO um yeah so i've been on hiatus for a WHILE just bc i've had literally zero motivation to write but i just got over having covid for the past two weeks so i got a sudden spark of motivation and decided to write a fic :D it's lee!bakugou, no one is surprised, he's my favorite and i just love seeing him get tickled sorry not sorry <//3 LMAOO anyways um im excited to hopefully be back!! ive missed u guys so much omg :( but ilyasm and i REALLY hope you guys enjoy this fic!! love u!! <33

Summary : Bakugou hurts his foot during provisional license training, and considering it was Todoroki's fault, Todoroki offers to help fix it. But when it turns out Bakugou might be a bit too sensitive for Todoroki's methods of healing, Todoroki can't help but feel interested in this little discovery.

Word Count : 3894

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Bakugou and Todoroki don’t really agree on many things. For instance, Todoroki preferred his food cold and mild, while Bakugou refused to eat anything that didn’t singe his taste buds from pure spice and heat. They couldn’t agree on what the best way to study was, and they definitely couldn’t agree on whether or not they were even friends in the first place (Todoroki was confident they were practically besties, but Bakugou denied this with a raging fury that Todoroki found very amusing). But after being paired together these past couple months for provisional license training, they were finally able to form their possible first agreement ever: provisional licnese training fucking sucks.

After a particularly grueling training day together, the pair walked back to the dorms in a grumbling silence, every once and a while an almost pained groan being heard from Bakugou. Todoroki didn’t think much of the noises at first, as he was quite the grumbly person, but after a particularly loud hiss that sounded really painful, he knew something was up with Bakugou, and he wasn’t just going to let his friend suffer in silence.

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“Is something wrong?” Todoroki broke the quiet as they started approaching the dorms. Bakuguo just huffed, refusing to look in Todoroki’s direction.

“I’m fine, idiot. Stop asking weird questions,” Bakugou shoved past Todoroki, quickening his pace towards the dorm doors. Todoroki just sped up as well, matching the boy’s pace much to Bakugou’s annoyance.

“Are you sure? You seem like you’re hurt,” Todoroki examined Bakugou up and down, his slouched posture making for a cringeworthy appearance, and he noticed a small limp coming from Bakugou’s left leg.

“I’m not fucking hurt, IcyHot! Leave me alone or I’ll-”

“Your foot. You have a limp in your left leg. Did you hurt your foot, Bakugou?” Bakugou stopped walking, already halfway down the hallway towards the elevators but couldn’t help being stopped in his tracks by Todoroki’s accurate observation. He seethed frozen in his spot, looking over at Todoroki who was now also standing, waiting for Bakugou’s response.

“That’s none of your fucking business, now is it!?” Bakugou barked through gritted teeth, shoving his hands in his pockets and charging towards the elevators, Todoroki following right behind him to no one’s surprise.

“You can’t be hurting tomorrow during training, Bakugou. They said it was going to be really gruelling. I could help you if you’d let me,” Todoroki offered, stepping into the elevator calmly while Bakugou practically punched the buttons beside the elevator door to shut it.

“And why the FUCK would I let you help me?!” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, the door dinging closed as he angrily threw himself back against the wall of the elevator to lean on it with a pout (obviously trying to relieve the tension off his aching foot).

“Well...I’m pretty sure it’s my fault your foot’s hurting right now,” Todoroki hummed in thought, Bakugou just widening his eyes and looking towards Todoroki in confusion.

“The hell do you mean?” He asked, glancing down at his foot and back up at Todoroki with a look of suspicion.

“Think about it. Remember when I made that blast of ice on the ground earlier today without thinking about the fact that you were running that way? You caught yourself before you could slip and fall, but it probably did something to your foot,” Todoroki said, the elevator dinging again as the doors opened. He looked up at Bakugou with a blank stare. “It’s my fault your foot got hurt. But I can help you fix it, since Recovery Girl is definitely in bed by now.”

Bakugou shuffled in place awkwardly for a moment, weighing out all his options in his head. He stepped forward to walk out of the elevator and groaned in pain as he applied weight to his left foot again. He sighed as he realized what he needed to do.

“God, fucking fine. But only because I’ve heard you give good massages with your half’n’half quirk bullshit AND because it’s your fuckin’ fault I’m hurt in the first place,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving past Todoroki with a pained grunt as he made his way towards his own dorm. Todoroki just smiled in victory, following behind Bakugou who was definitely his friend.

Bakugou trudged inside his dorm, kicking his shoes off immediately with a sigh of relief and throwing himself on his bed in defeat. Todoroki calmly walked in behind him, taking his shoes off with his hands while observing the room around him. He’d never seen Bakugou’s room before, and it was an interesting peek into Bakugou’s personal life that he never expected to find so intriguing.

He had an All Might poster up on his wall, which wasn’t all that surprising considering Midoriya said they both used to be super into All Might when they were younger. Todoroki noticed a half-sized bookshelf against the wall that seemed to be filled with books and...manga? He wasn’t aware Bakugou was interested in manga, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be of the pretty...romantic genre. Hm. He really didn’t know his friend like he thought he did.

“You comin’ over here or not, asshole? My foot’s fucking killing me,” Bakugou groaned, sitting up to massage his foot on his own while Todoroki made his way to the bed and sat down. Todoroki just observed where Bakugou applied the pressure onto himself, as that’s probably where most of the pain is.

“Take your sock off. My quirk works best if it’s skin to skin,” Todoroki moved himself to sit criss crossed on the bed facing Bakugou, which would give Bakugou a place to sit his foot once he took his sock off. But Bakugou just sat there a moment, holding his foot with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Does the sock...have to come off?” Bakugou asked, his voice a little quieter than normal. Todoroki just raised an eyebrow at the question, tilting his head a little while Bakugou looked mildly embarrassed.

“You’d definitely prefer if it did. I promise it’ll feel good, I really am good at this,” Todoroki offered a hand to Bakugou, obviously asking to hand over his foot without the sock. Bakugou just huffed, ripping the sock off his foot and shoving his ankle into Todoroki’s hand with a grumble of complaint. “Good. So where does it hurt the most?”

“Probably...uh...like, at the ball of my foot. And kinda at the top before you get to my toes,” Bakugou pointed towards his foot from his spot leaning against his pillows, feeling a bit awkward at the fact his foot is literally in the hands of one of his classmates right now. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t trust Todoroki with this. He’s heard how good he is at giving massages from the other people in his class, and he can’t say he wasn’t a little curious to know how it felt firsthand.

He could feel Todoroki’s quirk start to activate, the right side of his ankle getting a little colder while the left started to feel warm. He couldn’t help the chillbumps that made their way up his calf at the feeling, and a small shiver sent down his spine that was unfortunately noticed by the dual-haired boy handling his foot.

“Feels weird, huh?” Todoroki asked with a small smirk, the thumb of his right hand beginning to ghost over Bakugou’s soul just barely enough to feel. It made Bakugou flinch, Todoroki’s eyebrows raising at the reaction. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah just fuckin’ get on with it damnit,” Bakugou spoke quickly, almost like he was out of breath, and was very clearly flustered. Todoroki was extremely intrigued by these reactions, but kept it to himself as he started applying pressure near the ball of Bakugou’s foot.

Bakugou sighed in relief at the feeling, all the tension that was in his leg just a moment ago from those featherlight sensations practically melted away into jelly right in Todoroki’s hold. Todoroki worked at the knot of tension in his foot, which actually seemed to be just a really bad cramp that wouldn’t go away, and watched Bakugou’s face intently as his eyes fluttered closed in contentment, sometimes a hiss of pain leaving his lips as Todoroki found a particularly tense area that needed work.

At some point, Todoroki felt like giving Bakugou a break from the pressure massage, and intended to just rub his hands over his foot to let the sensations of his quirk wash over him. That’s what Todoroki normally did, anyway, when he was massaging someone’s back or shoulders.

Todoroki eased the pressure on his foot, letting his fingertips ghost against the ball of his foot and close to the undersides of his toes. But Bakugou...started to tense again. His breath hitched, and his toes curled ever so slightly as Todoroki grazed his fingers against the skin. Huffs of air were leaving Bakugou’s nose in fits, and eventually he was making noises that Todoroki couldn’t place, squirming in his seat with his arms crossed very tightly over his chest. Todoroki looked up and saw that Bakugou’s face was tinted an adorable pink, and he seemed to be...smiling? No, no he wasn’t smiling. He looked like he was fighting back a smile with every fiber inside of him, but Todoroki couldn’t tell if he was winning that fight or not.

“Bakugou, are you alright?” Todoroki asked, pausing his fingers but not moving them from the spot they had stopped on. Bakugou opened his eyes, letting out a large huff of air from his lungs that Todoroki did not know he was holding in.

“Yeah, fine just…” Bakugou paused, squirming a bit in his seat. He looked like he was trying to get angry, but just couldn’t with how relaxed Todoroki had made him just moments ago. He finally sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to look Todoroki in the eyes at his next words. “The thing you’re doing. It feels good, cause of your quirk and shit. But...it's just...it really…” Bakugou groaned, throwing his hands over his face in defeat and embarrassment. His next words were muffled, but they were clear as day in Todoroki’s ears. “It tickles really bad.”

Todoroki’s eyebrows raised, a very small grin appearing on his face without even meaning for it to. “Oh...I had no idea you were ticklish.”

“Yeah, and I wasn’t exactly planning on telling you but here we are,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms again and looking up at Todoroki expectantly. After a moment where neither of the boys did anything, Bakugou just rolled his eyes and nudged Todoroki’s hand with his foot. “You gonna keep going or what, IcyHot? This cramp isn’t gonna relieve itself.”

“You don’t want me to stop? I figured you might be too ticklish for it,” Todoroki smirked, playfully wiggling his nails over Bakugou’s sole and releasing a yelp from the blonde who jerked under him. It only lasted a second, but he could see a very faint smile on the corners of Bakugou’s mouth, and it was very interesting to observe.

“Shit! Don’t fuckin’ do that!” Bakugou barked, but he didn’t pull his foot away. Todoroki just started tracing his fingers lightly over Bakugou’s sole again like he had been before, and this time Bakugou wasn’t holding back his reactions as much as he had been.

He was squirmy and sounded like he was out of breath with how much he was huffing, and Todoroki could tell he was trying not to curl up his toes or jerk away out of embarrassment.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to stay still? This seems like it really tickles,” Todoroki traced his fingers upwards towards Bakugou’s toes, and that’s when he heard it. The first ever real giggle he’s ever heard come out of Bakugou’s mouth. It was small and faint, and if he wasn’t paying attention he could’ve missed it, but it was there and it was glorious. Todoroki knew he was hooked in now, no going back. He was definitely going to tickle him on purpose now.

“I’m f-fine, shithead! Just- wahait! Stop thahat! Quit it!” Bakugou giggled as Todoroki switched to using his nails instead of his fingertips, grabbing his ankle and tightening the grip so Bakugou couldn’t get away. He just barely scratched his nails along Bakugou’s sole, but it was enough to get the blonde to start really laughing, hiding his face with one hand while unsuccessfully swatting at Todoroki with the other. “Nohoho! Don’t fuhucking tickle mehehe!”

“But it’s so much fun to. And you also seem to be having fun, I mean you are laughing,” Todoroki spoke so monotone and it was ruining Bakugou. Those nails just kept wiggling and scratching so lightly against his foot, how the hell could something so light tickle so fucking badly!?

“Shihit! That’s not fahahair! I cahahan’t hehehelp it!” Bakugou writhed on the bed, the hand he was using to swat at Todoroki now being used to clutch at his bouncing tummy, almost trying to hold in all the giggles escaping from there.

Todoroki smiled at his predicament, never relenting on his poor foot for a second. “Y’know, I’m barely touching you. Are you really this sensitive?”

At that, Bakugou turned bright red. He was so embarrassed, but he still didn’t pull himself away. He just laughed and laughed, squirming and the bed and tugging on his foot with barely any force behind it. It was endearing to observe, Todoroki would have to admit.

Todoroki then used his nails to scribble up into his toes, and Bakugou let out a shriek. He arched his back up off the bed and covered his giggling, blushing face with his hands, his precious giggles now muffled behind his palms.

“Nohoho! Not thehere! C’mohohon- shiHIHIT! NAHAHA! STAHAHA- FUHUHUCK!” Bakugou cackled, his other foot now uselessly kicking at Todoroki’s lap as the dual-haired boy tickled relentlessly at the bases of Bakugou’s toes. He was barely even scratching, really, but Bakugou was a screechy mess, tossing and turning while giggling hysterically.

“You really can’t take much, can you? Look, my fingers are barely moving! You’ve probably woken up the whole hall by now with your screaming, how are you gonna explain yourself?” Todoroki couldn’t help but tease, the blush on Bakugou’s ears was too enticing to not try and make more pink. He was so infatuated by his reactions. He’d only ever seen Bakugou laugh maybe a couple of times, but this was just entirely different. He was so embarrassed but was clearly enjoying himself, and it was so endearing to witness. Todoroki could not help his interest.

“FUHUHCK PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded, one hand covering his mouth while the other clutched at his quivering side. Todoroki decided to offer him a break from his toes, but didn’t want to end his torment just yet. To even call it torment had to be falsehood, as he hadn’t even broken away from Todoroki’s hold yet despite being physically stronger than him.

Todoroki moved his fingers away from his toes, instead prompting to scribble his nails lightly at his calloused heel. It kept him giggling, but he was very obviously thankful for the chance to breathe again.

“Have you always liked being tickled?” Todoroki asked bluntly, making Bakugou’s face drop and eyes widen significantly. Todoroki always did have a knack for being extremely straightforward, not exactly caring for social boundaries in the same way the rest of his friends did. It could come in handy sometimes, like now for instance in making Bakugou somehow even more embarrassed than he was when cackling hysterically at having his toes tickled.

“Fucking WHAT?! fuHUHUCK WAHAHAIT!” Bakugou cackled again when Todoroki stuck his fingers right back under Bakugou’s toes. He obviously wasn’t very happy with Bakugou’s answer.

“You know what I mean. You haven’t pulled away or fought me off at all, and don’t say it’s because my quirk feels good, because I deactivated my quirk a while ago,” Todoroki spoke calmly, as if he wasn’t scratching at Bakugou’s toes and making him scream for mercy underneath him.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAY FUHUCK PLEHEHEASE! I’LL TAHAHALK! NO MOHOHORE!” Bakugou barked through his laughs, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he batted at Todoroki’s hands. Todoroki just smiled victoriously, sitting Bakugou’s foot back down in his lap and resting his hands on his own thighs.

He gave Bakugou a second to catch his breath, letting him lay back and stare at the ceiling as he tried to will away that stupid fucking blush that stained his cheeks. When he realized that damned heat on his cheeks wasn’t going away until he talked, he decided he should probably get to talking.

“My parents tickled me a lot as a kid. We played stupid kiddy games with it and shit. I really liked it back then, and I even got into tickle fights with Deku all the time because of it,” he said, linking his fingers over his chest as he talked.

“Midoriya’s ticklish as well?” Todoroki asked, curious at his new discovery. Bakugou’s face lit up, taking his foot off Todoroki’s lap as he quickly sat up and looked at Todoroki with a huge menacing grin.

“You’re damn right he is. Even worse than me. I could always get him saying uncle in less than a minute, it was fucking great,” Bakugou smiled wickedly, before slowly losing the smile as his thoughts started to overtake him again. “But, uh...y’know, we got older so that shit obviously stopped. I didn’t even realize I missed it until Kirishima tickled me a while back at my house. It felt very…” Bakugou paused, looking up at Todoroki with a small, almost sad scowl on his face. “...nostalgic. It felt nostalgic.”

Todoroki nodded, thinking back on his childhood. He tried to remember if there was any point where he was shown tickly affection in the same way Bakugou had been. He knows his mother would give him belly tickles every once and a while, but he was never allowed to play with his siblings, so tickle fights were something he was very new to the concept of. It makes sense that Bakugou would find tickling endearing like he does, as it’s something that was a big part of his childhood.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, y’know. I’m sure many would find it rather...endearing, to see how much you enjoy such playful affection,” Todoroki smiled softly, getting only an eye roll from Bakugou in return.

“Tch, whatever…” Bakugou just pouted, his cheeks pink and ears even pinker. Todoroki wasn’t sure if Bakugou got his message, so he decided to be a little more clear.

“I’m one of the people that finds it endearing, Bakugou. I like that you like being tickled-”

“I FUCKING GOT IT, ICYHOT! OH MY GOD!” Bakugou covered his face with his hands, throwing himself back down on his pillows. A moment of silence passed, but when he felt fingers wrap around his ankle and slowly pull his foot up into a warm lap, he didn’t pull away. In fact, he didn’t move it all. He just let Todoroki do whatever he wanted.

“Your toes seem to be a really big hot spot for you. Is there anywhere else here that tickles just as bad?” Todoroki asked, using one hand to pull back Bakugou’s toes and stretch them out, making the blonde’s breath hitch.

“F-fuck, I’m not telling you that shit,” Bakugou’s voice wobbled, finding it very hard not to clench his foot up and protect his sensitive skin from the attack he knew would be coming.

“Hm, what a shame. Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself, huh?” Todoroki grinned before wiggling his nails into the stretched out skin of Bakugou’s toes. Bakugou went ballistic, screaming and cackling and cursing all while loving every second of his playful agony. He opted for grabbing one of his pillows and clutching onto it tightly, both to muffle his screams and just to have something to hold onto while being tickled close to death.

“Always so loud, Bakugou, in everything you do,” Todoroki chuckled, pushing his knuckles in between Bakugou’s toes to spread them out completely. There was a beat of no tickling, and Bakugou just sat there giggling residually into his pillow, his entire body quivering with anticipation. “Hmm...I can’t help but wonder which toe tickles you the worst. Shall we find out?”

“Nohoho!” Bakugou giggled into his pillow, playfully kicking Todoroki with his other foot. Todoroki raised an eyebrow, his jaw slacking in playful offense.

“Oh you are so in for it now,” he snided, before using just one finger to tickle in the spot right between Bakugou’s two last toes. Bakugou practically wailed into his pillow, throwing himself back and forth and screaming haphazardly.

“PLEHEHEASE! NAHAHA FUHUHUCK OH GAHAHAD! IT TIHIHICKLES! TODOROHOHOKI! FUCK YOHOHOUAHAHA! YOU DIHIHICK! YOU AHAHASS!” Bakugou cursed, tugging at his ticklish foot and kicking with the other. Todoroki just chuckled in glee at the sight, he never thought he’d ever see such a happy Bakugou in his life.

“Does it? Does it tickle? Does it really tickle?” Todoroki teased, while Bakugou just whined through his incessant cackling.

“YEHEHES YOU BASTAHAHARD! IT TICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Bakugou screeched into his pillow as Todoroki traced circles into that torturous little spot, not even able to scrunch up his toes thanks to Todoroki’s knuckles being so conveniently placed between them.

“Poor thing. Better hope no villains find out about this little spot then, huh? You’d spill any information they asked for, wouldn’t you?” Todoroki teased, before giving Bakugou a small “break,” meaning he took his knuckles out of his toes and went back to scribbling his nails along the sole of his sensitive foot. It kept Bakugou in a heap of giggles, but not as hysterical as they were before.

“Nahaha! I wohohould nehever!” Bakugou argued through his giggles, finally taking his face out of his pillow to give Todoroki the smiliest scowl he had ever seen. Todoroki just grinned.

“Oh really? Not even if they get you hereeee,” Todoroki grinned as he slowly walked his fingers up Bakugou’s foot and back up towards his pinky toe again. Bakugou finally gave in with a screech, curling up his foot and cackling into his pillow before Todoroki could even get into the dreaded spot.

“NOHOHO DOHOHON’T! FUHUCK PLEHEASE NOHOHOT THERE AGAHAIN!” Bakugou pleaded into his pillow through cackles, and Todoroki finally relented on Bakugou’s foot with a chuckle. He gave Bakugou’s foot back to his rightful owner, the blonde curling up into a puddle of giggles still hugging his pillow.

Todoroki stood up from Bakugou’s bed and ruffled his hair. “Goodnight, Bakugou. I really hope your foot feels better.” Todoroki smiled as he grabbed his things and walked out the door and into the halls, leaving a giggly Bakugou behind him.

Before that night, Bakugou and Todoroki couldn’t agree that they were friends. It had been an argument among the two of them that quite amused Todoroki, and frankly annoyed Bakugou. But...it was hard for Bakugou to argue against him after that. Maybe they were friends. And...maybe that wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed!! i've got a couple other fics im hoping to release soon but i hope this one can hold u guys over until then :) again im so so sorry for my hiatus but i just really needed the break, this account started to feel like a lot for me but i am really excited to be back! and yes, i have seen all the sweet messages you guys have sent in my inbox during my hiatus and yall are just fucking precious ugh tysm for checking in on my so often wtf <33 anyways, hope u guys enjoyed and i cant wait to write more, much love!! <33

#tickle fic #tickling #tickle community #mha tickle #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #todoroki #todoroki shoto #mha tickling #lee!bakugou #ler!todoroki #my hero tickling

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weasleypogues · 3 years ago

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help (r.c)

request: hiiii! can i please request a rafe x reader where both the reader and rafe consider going to therapy (mostly for rafe’s own good) but the reader loves him too much that she’s willing to put time money energy and effort in their relationship. You can choose the ending, it can either help rafe get better mentally or can completely be a waste!! I’ll leave it up to you! Thank you so much! I’m so excitedddd

masterlist.

part 2!!

warnings: angst!!!!!, therapy, mental health, substance abuse

you had this empty feeling in your chest. you could see the dying look in his eyes and the slight bags under his eyes. rafe looked burnt out, definitely more than usual.

when you two got together you figured it was his partying habits and the clear pressure he got from himself and everyone as his father was ward cameron. but his stature was just as telling that it was something more. his pride, ego, and reputation were always on the line.

“can you let me in?” you asked him softly, taking his limp hands into yours. he sat on the floor with his back to his bed, using the bed as a shield from the door. “i just want to know what’s going on up there...”

you saw his jaw clench and he squeezed his eyes shut, whether that was his way of keeping things in or pushing their way to get out it was straining on him. you sat on your knees and took his head in your arms so it would lay on your chest. you cradled him, hoping this would help control his breathing and his thought proccess.

“rafe...my love. you have a lot going on within you and it isn’t fair to yourself to have to go through this battle alone. maybe you could talk to someone? we could talk to someone. i’ll be with you every step of the way or let you do this on your own. whatever you want. it just pains me to see you struggle and i can’t imagine how extremely tolling this is on you and your relationships with others.”

“with others?” he finally muttered out in a harsh tone that seemed more offended rather than defensive. you pulled away from him and tilted your head slightly, staring softly into his eyes.

“i just mean that, things used to be different. you aren’t at fault but wouldn’t it be nice to have just a fun and chill night with the guys again? or do something with wheeze? she’s young and i can tell shes concerned for you, whether she’ll say it or not. you’re her older brother.” you explained, rubbing your thumb back and forth on his hand.

you could see his eyes darting back and forth along the molding on his wall, his thought proccess obviously taking control. you took a slight breath, patience was what he needed at this time. you bit the inside of your lip, i want to be able to do more for him.

“i know it’s a hard conclusion to come to, but i’ll be with you the entire time. money and time is not a problem.” you spoke softly and quietly. overstimulating with a loud and aggressive tone in this moment was not a good idea. you felt that you were on a good roll with his emotions controlled right now rather than him lashing out.

you glanced back at his eyes and saw that they were darted into one spot on the ground, no longer taking this course along his wall.

“so what (y/n)...you’re saying i’m the problem?” he basically spat back. you felt your heart sink as you knew this was not going to end well and this conversation was taken of it’s course.

“not at all, rafe. my main priority is you and your happiness.” you responded, soflty. your hands made their way to cup his cheeks and crane his head to look at you. you glanced at his left eye, down to his lips, and back up to his right one in hopes of calming him down. “i love you.”

you could see his eyelids become less strained and go back to a natural state. “i love you too.’ you pulled him in for a kiss, letting your hands go to the back of his head and run through the tufts of his hair at the base of his neck.

you both pulled away simultaneously and you helped him off the ground. he stood tall, regaining that tough guy stature which made your heart flutter. you went on the tips of your toes and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“how about you head home, get dolled up, and i’ll pick you up for some ice cream in town?” rafe asked, running his hands through his hair and fixing up his appearence in the mirror. a smile made it’s way onto your face and you nodded.

“oh a date? say less.” you answered and giggled, heat creeping to your cheeks. you planted one more kiss on his lips before grabbing your things and heading home.

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you sat on the edge of your bed in a nice sundress and sandals, texting rafe.

ready whenever!! 8:06

did you leave yet? 8:30

hello?? did you forget the plans that you made??? call me 8:48

after countless more calls, you decided to take action and grab your keys to head to his house. he couldn’t just bail on plans that he made less than three hours ago. it’s not like he forgot.

you felt the familiar bumps in his driveway as you pulled up behind his car parked in front of his front door. you also spotted up ahead another car. no fucking way topper and kelce are here right now. you glanced down at your phone and saw it read 9:17. hopping out of your car, you could basically feel the bass of music under your feet.

your eyes, with the help of your ears, came to the conclusion the music was coming from the druthers out on the water and you saw countless heads and lights. you felt your jaw clench as you marched your way over to the dock to take that timely walk down to the boat. inviting yourself onto the boat, you had to excuse yourself past some other kooks as you caught toppers eyes.

his eyes spoke for themselves. disappointment but also guilt. you slightly shook your head out of annoyance and even found your heart rate speed up a little more than it was.

you opened a door that lead you to inside and was oddly not shocked at the sight you saw in front of yourself. that head of golden hair that you loved so much was face first into the table with a rolled up twenty between his finger tips, sliding across the table. kelce saw you immediately and hit rafe on the chest with the back of his hand.

you weren’t sure if the lump in your throat was anger or hurt. you were allowed to feel both so you just went with that. rafe wiped the tip of his nose as his eyes saw yours.

those blue eyes that you loved waking up to some mornings were being taken over by his extremely dialated pupils from the coke and glossed over from the liquor. kelce and the other girl clearly felt uncomfortable and made their way out to the back deck as quick as possible.

rafe let out a chuckle that seemed mixed with a scoff as a smirk rolled across his face. “you can’t help me. so lose the idea sweetheart.”

you redirected your gaze to literally anywhere else on the boat right now as the sight of him hurt too much. that empty feeling in your chest came back from earlier along with the dying look in his eyes. tears burned your eyes, brushing them as quick as they came.

you wiped the remaining coke off the table in front of him, ignoring his surprised outburts and made a b-line to the door. you didn’t even look back at him.

“call me when you’re sober. i can’t do this right now.” your spoke through gritted teeth, mainly to hold back anything you’d regret saying or simply just sobbing on the spot.

“with me every step of the way...huh?” rafe called out to you in spite, clearly high and drunk out of his mind. you told yourself you wouldn’t get through to him when he was in this state so you hopped back on the dock and headed back to your car.

you loved him endlessly and as painful as it was, you had to keep walking.

sorry for the ending, i knew it was going to have to be pretty angsty!!! hope u enjoyed!! xxx :)

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leviiattacks · 4 years ago

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CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

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sweetsbfreex · 4 years ago

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my baby, my baby

brought to u by me watching IW for the millionth time

Summary: You ask Steve for one thing before the fight against Thanos (IW), but for the first time in however long he denies you of fulfilling this wish.

Warnings: language?

Pairing: Nomad, Bf!Steve x thanos daughter!reader

He was manning the quinjet, not all the way true. Sam was flying the jet to Wakanda, Steve slumped in his seat beside Sam, in deep thought. His chin is set into his palm, his arm sitting up on the armrest, and his palm covering half of his mouth. Looking further down his leg was jittering steadily.

What would happen next was a pretty big deal, none of you on the jet knew what could go wrong. So obviously tensions were at an all time high in this cooped up jet.

You rise up from your seat between Wanda and Nat. Walking yourself behind Steve’s chair. Your pointer finger taps his embellished shoulder, separating him from his apprehensive thoughts. He looks up at you and the creases that were once prominent in his forehead evaporated.

You don’t utter anything, only nudging your head behind you.

Follow me to the back.

Is what’s reciprocated when he too gets up from his seat, letting Sam know he’ll be up front in a second. Once you turn, he follows you down the small aisle to the side “room” away from all the prying ears.

Finally.

You step into the room first. You weren't going to lie, your heart was beating with so much force and it only grew as he walked past you into the room. You close the door behind you, turning, so you're facing Steve's attentive figure.

You only smile at him to some extent, prompted to show there were no ill intentions to asking him back here. When you see how nervous he looks, as you take his hand seating the both of you to a bench against the wall.

Your knees tenderly touch. He clears his throat coercing you to go on, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You alright doll?” he asks you, in a gentle manner. Taking the already linked palms shifting it from your lap to his. His other hand blanketing your combined hands.

“I’m okay. Are you?” you ask the question hesitantly, raising your spare hand to move aside the hair that fell over and veiled his eyes. You desperately wanted to make sure you got a good look at his face. You loved his face.

His cheeks go plump in a charming smile, and his hand squeezes yours back.

His hair was long. Longer than you would’ve ever imagined Steve would let it be. Either way you loved every inch of the gold locks. Yet, everytime you told him how much you loved it, despite his insecurity and slight annoyance with it. He'd always fall into a rampage down memory lane. Telling you how his late mother would've hounded him about the upkeep of his hair.

You adored that about him too. Loved, that he loved so hard and so full. He’d never forget the ones he loved no matter what.

“I’m swell, you don’t need to worry about me” he tells you.

You didn’t believe him one bit and you weren’t going to push him about it. You knew how he was...stubborn as ever. But, it was also ,by and large, your job to worry about him–– after loving him of course. Contrary to what he would say (Which was vice-versa.)

“We’re gonna be okay...okay? But I have something to ask you. And you can’t get mad.”

“I’m not promising that, but we won’t shout. We’ll talk it out–– whatever it is”

It was the best you were going to get from him and time was closing in on you guys being able to be like this, anway.

“I know how you are, but this is a really critical thing we're fighting for here. So, unless I'm in some type of grave danger. I don’t want you worrying about me on the field. No matter what...Make sure he doesn’t get that stone.” Your voice lets you down towards the end, starting to get scratchy and low.

He stands up in no time. His hands going to his belt, then to his hips, he finally raises one hand to run against his beard.

His facial hair, another thing in the endless things you loved about Steve Rogers.

When the stubble he usually shaves away kept growing into a full beard, it surprised you both. You in a hot kind of way, he became more adoring by day when decided to stop shaving.

You walked in on him one day. He was facing the scratched up mirror in a bathroom in a dingy hotel room. Running his fingers against his face, the other clutching onto the edge of the counter. Tilting his head back and to, eyes shifting as he looked over his face. It was another part of the effect of the serum he didn’t expect would happen.

Telling you a story as he wandered down memory lane again. How he had problems growing stubble as a sickly kid–– so behind on puberty. He even watched Bucky grow his first “stache” at sixteen, but that came to an abrupt stop when Bucky’s mother made him shave it off.

Steve thought It was weird to think that he could now also.

You were still sitting on the bench. Swiveling your body so you were facing your boyfriend, looking up at his fidgeting build with care.

Feeling like a child waiting for their parents to dispute whatever impending punishment they would grant.

“Why would you ask me that?” he finally, finally disrupts his silence. Scoffing at the offensive question.

He doesn’t look at you with anything negative, only confusion.

“Because. I don’t want you jumping in front of whatever it is in front of me...I know him, he’s my dad. He’ll do anything to get what he wants, even if it means I die.”

When Steve told you that it was actually Bruce calling and told you what he said. He looked at you baffled when the shirt you were about to put on dropped from your grasp.

Once you told him you had knowledge of Thanos and how you knew him, there was a pregnant silence in the air.

If anything it filled the rage towards Thanos in Steve even more, by the time you finished.

“Are you listening to yourself?” he questions you in disbelief, lips stuck in a sneer.

“Please. Just please, angel.” you maintain.

You don’t answer either of his questions and he truly hates that. He stays silent for a bit watching your seated figure, looking up at him with the saddest eyes you’ve ever given him. His puzzled eyes shift down to your bobbing leg and your hands wringing together with so much speed and anguish.

He could probably throw up right now.

And when he shifts his eyes up again, you keep that same look on your face waiting for him to say anything.

He sighs dejectedly, dropping his hands to his side, and walking himself back over to you. He sits closer to you than before. Extending a gloved hand to caress your cheek before fixing the flyaways from your sleek ponytail.

“I can’t. You’ll always be my priority, and I won’t promise something like that sweetheart” he tells you this languidly. His thumb starts to rub circles against your cheekbone, to calm you down, when he catches the way your eyes widen at his admission.

“Steve!” your voice breaks. So shocked, you can’t hold back the tears that build up and fall slowly over your face.

You couldn’t believe this. He’s supposed to love you. Time and time again he’d always remind you how much he loves you and how he’d do anything for you–– too hard to say no to you, his words. Thinking this over you pull your face away from his hold, looking down at your taut hands. This wasn’t a silly death wish. You had to make sure your father didn’t get what he desired, no matter what.

He hates having to watch you cry, but he doesn’t have much of a choice now. He needs to stand his ground, there was no way he would be arguing about this. And he does this, grabbing your face with a light hand, so you were face to face again.

"I love you so much. And if I have to choose between letting you die and Thanos losing. Or you living and watching the universe crumble, you know exactly what I'm gonna choose. I'm not losing you, not if I have anything to do with it"

Albeit how dumb it sounded, there is no notable instance in his life where’d let you perish over him.

“You’re not thinking this through” you hiccup.

“It’s you, isn’t it? There’s not much to think about” he smiles at you and as you look at him you can see his eyes glazing over.

His statement only causes you to cry more. You feel nothing but the pain in your heart and the repositioning of your body. It takes you a moment to realize you’re settled on his thighs sideways. His well built arm warmly wraps around your shoulder, your temple rests against his shoulder, and his lips are placing light kisses to the crown of your head.

You incline your head, “I love you too much” you say in an awed whisper, raising a hand to twirl in the strands at the back of his collar. Following that, you let your hand spread across the back of his neck pulling him down for a kiss.

“After this we’re done okay? We have our pardon and are going to buy whatever house you want to get. I’m gonna buy you the prettiest engagement ring money can buy, Gonna get whatever animals you want,” you chuckle at that part.

If there was one thing Steve learned while living incognito with you is that you’d save any animal if you were able to. Always stopping whenever you passed by any animal in need in the drary streets. Looking up at Steve, who’d always have to remind you that neither of you could give it the life it deserves right now. Opting to only go to the nearest convenience store to buy whatever safe animal food in sight.

His hand immediately clutches your face to wipe away the tears that fell without pattern. His smile grows fonder when you do the same. “‘Can paint the house whatever we decide...maybe even get a house big enough to fit the kids we’ll have?” he tells you the last part in such a timid manner, bearing one of his hands to clutch yours. His thumb running over your knuckles at full tilt.

The only thing you were able to give him was a stunned look. So shocked you were unable to react like a normal person.

You squeeze his hand tight only being able to stutter a “really?”

“Of course. I want to have a bunch of small Rogers with you, wreaking havoc around our house” he admits this to you, carrying out such strong eye contact. If his hand didn’t slither down your back, supporting you up and grounding you, you’d jump in glee.

Fuck. Neither of you had talked about this, but you were glad that you both were on the same page about his. You felt terrified but in a good way, wanting to wholly get this over with and start this dream life with Steve.

“And this is all gonna happen, because everything is going to go well. We’re gonna win, I don’t want you thinking like that or asking me something like that ever again. Thanos will never be on our list of priorities ever again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait to start that life with you” you respond, winding your arms around his neck, crashing your lips to his with force.

He pulls away without notice to place hasty kisses to your cheek, loving the giggles you emitted. Even so, the energy in the room shifts too soon when Sam knocks on the door. Steve allows him entrance.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re about to land Cap”

Steve responds by nodding his head once, stiffly. Letting him know he’d be out in a second.

You get off of his thighs, so the both of you were standing chest to chest. He claps your worried face. Pulling you into him with little force, so his lips could fall to your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Remember what I said and be safe, I love you”

“I love you” you recite, bringing his hand down to kiss his covered palm.

With that he envelops you in his arm, his cheek resting against the top of your head. Both of you breathing each other in. Your shoulders relaxing at his loving touch.

He’d do whatever needed to keep you safe and if it ended in his death, then so be it. You’d do the same for him in a heartbeat, there was no point in either of you arguing this one out.

––––

Everyone was tired, it seemed like this fight only dragged on with the never-ending monsters. But, with the help of Thor (of course) it seemed like things were only getting positive from there. With the way he rendered lightning, destroying things into dust, you were ready to end this once and for all.

And when a cloud of grey smoke appeared out of thin air, and a large titanian appeared. You knew this would either be the ending or the beginning of all these troubles.

“That’s him” you falter, turning to Steve. You give him a quick once over, nothing the way he eyed your father. A menacing, scary look on his face and the furrow of his eyebrows only grow.

“We have eyes on Thanos” he says into the intercom.

It’s like time stands still for a few seconds, no one moves a muscle. You haven't seen this man in years. You feel as if he doesn't recognize who you are as he glances over everyone, like they're roaches in his kitchen.

Yet, in a blur, everyone takes their chance on Thanos. Trying their hardest to somehow, someway take this Titanian down. Bruce gets thrown with a shout, Branches entwine Nat, and Sam drops from the air smoothly.

At some point you hear the grunt of Steve, who somehow gets some punches in, his hands clutching the gauntlet. He shouts from the hefty weight and in a swift motion is stock-still on the ground from the punch he endures.

“Steve!”

Without a choice you run towards Thanos, your adrenaline kicking in. Kicking in punching only to use your hands to grasp around the metal. You knew towards the end; you were no match for him.

“Please! Please don’t do this. Dad please I’m begging you” you plead profusely, but he only looks down at you emotionless. “Please, please, please” you cry, your head hangs low for a bit before you raise it up again. “This won’t fix anything! You–– you…JUST TAKE IT OFF” you scream, knuckles colliding with the gold.

You try so hard to think of anything to turn his mind, but he only looks at you like a stranger. Not the little girl he recruited and used to look at with some kind of affection. His type of affection, if you could even title it that, affection.

Sure, he raised you to be a ruthless killer and thief, but you’d do anything in this key moment to change his crooked mind.

“You don’t get to call me that again. You chose your path...I always knew you’d be the one to let me down the most” he says all this with so much venom.

You cry as you're lifted in the air, by his gauntlet hand, and thrown against the bark of a tree.

You're in a daze. The only things securing you back is the hand against your cheek and a booming, choked up "no". Hearing it a distance away.

You open your eyes to see Steve in front of you, your name on his lips almost incessantly. But when you open them, your eyes quickly move to Thor. Who’s a few feet away from the two of you, shocked and angry. The remnant of smoke in the air. You knew he did it.

“We lost?” you ask Steve, tears already forming in your eyes, as he carefully lifts you to his feet.

He doesn’t get the chance to answer you, though.

“Steve…?” It’s Bucky, You both look towards him to see him fall slowly, disappearing into a brown dust.

You both look on, shocked all while Steve tries to drag himself and your weak body to Bucky. But it’s already too late.

“Buck?!” Steve calls out, but there’s no answer.

You watch on in disorder, stomach plummeting with every second that pasts. Your eyes catch Wanda looking onto Vision's body in sorrow and as you do, she turns into brown dust. It was frightening and you were speechless. So much happening around you, you weren’t sure where to look. You weren’t who was going away.

The hand against your spine, holding you up, starts to feel faint and a headache you had suffered from earlier comes back, but ten times stronger.

“My head hurts” you tell him, your words come out slowly as your mouth starts to feel numb. You drop your head to his shoulder. “Stevie...I can’t feel your hands” you blubber, chest heaving as your breathing picks up. Everything was happening so, so fast.

He lifts your head, “Hey, you’re alright sweetheart, you took a hard hit. Just a bit banged up, gotta stay awake in case it’s a concussion” he reassures you.

You don’t believe him and when you look down at your right hand to see it crumbling away little by little. You lift your wrist up, hand gone. You look down to see the brown dust below your view.

You didn’t want to go. You had merely planned your dream future with him. It wasn’t fair your father would be the one to rip that away from you.

“No. No, you’re alright, stop that” he condemns, bringing your other hand to his bruised lips imperatively. Watching as it climbs up and up, half of your shoulder already gone.

“I’m scared. I love you so much Steve”

“I love you so much doll, feel like we’ve been saying it all day” he tries to joke, eyes roaming all over your face. He had to make sure he had your face recognized to a t, even if it was in a manner of pain.

And you do the same. You weren’t sure where you were going. Were you even dying?! You couldn’t tell, all you knew was Steve and some of your friends wouldn’t be where you were going.

You laugh despondently, low, and mirthlessly knowing how much he needed that laugh at the moment.

“No. I’m gonna––” you start, but never get to finish, because at that moment. In a flash, he’s left with the sight of the soot falling in a sway, like leaves tumbling to the ground. Staring at him gloved palms to see nothing of you there any longer.

He does nothing but stand there for a few minutes, recollecting the exchange. Not only was his best friend gone, but so was his best girl.

He had one fucking job. Keep you safe at all times. Not only did he let the whole universe down, he let you down. You were gone. He can only think about the moment you both had on the jet, telling you, you had nothing to worry about. Because you guys were going to win and now she is gone. He let you down in the worst possible way imaginable. You were gone…

He repeats this to himself, losing hope each time that you would be back in just a second.

He turns around to see his friends observing him and once he notices that Sam is no longer among the group it only increases his agony.

“Cap?” Nat mumbles.

“FUCK!” he breaks. Ripping the gloves off his hand before he sets himself against the ground–– his body feeling heavy. His head is in his hand, body heaving roughly as he cries quietly.

Everyone is stunned and takes a step back to give his face, not remembering the last time they’ve seen him this broken or the last he’s had an outburst resulting in a curse word.

He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to live with this guilt or without you by his side. In spite of that, there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to try and find a way to bring you back.

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realized while writing thing i am not creative...this (beginning) was literally a scene

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og-danny-dorito · 2 years ago

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hey !! i wanted to request a match up with anyone from class 1a of mha

pronouns: she/her or they/them

age: 17

sexuality: omnisexual

mbti: infj-t

personality traits: blunt, emphatic, calm, reserved, both emotional and logical, passionate, altruistic, reluctant to open up, perfectionist, stubborn

love: cats, horror movies, drums, working out, reading, painting, physics, dancing, spicy food, lemonade, making poems, music, listening to social research podcasts (different perspectives over certain trends and/or issues), basketball, volleyball, running

hate: sweet food and drinks, car rides

appearance: i am 5'0ft, brown hair (mid- length), brown eyes, small oval face, spectacles cause weak eyesight (not too weak), brown skin, hourglass body, weight around 45kg

a lil more about myself: i can make friends pretty easily, i love teasing the people i love and getting really sarcastic with em, it's easy for me to adapt to people and the environment, i love taking walks, i love kids and animals and get along with them really well, i can learn new skills pretty easily, i know 3 languages, m touch starved and also suffering from severe anxiety and depression.

thank you in advance, have a pretty life like yourself <33

omg thank you sm!! im so sorry this took so long to answer, but thank you for your patience!! i hope u like them <3

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ᴛᴡ: none!

look im gonna keep it real with you i hate bakugo but ill do this 4 u dont worry <3

ITS LIKE. i kinda view yall as an opposites attract sort of thing i think

you share some traits with him but for the most part you're a good balance to his otherwise explosive (lol) personality

you tease him a lot and it gets on his nerves, but he also knows that you can take it if he teases back (he knows not to overstep his boundaries though)

you also seem to like,, innately understand the emotions he's trying to portray even though it seems like annoyance most of the time. like if he's tired or sad you know that him being snappy isn't just him being shitty and you make sure to try and help him as best as you can and he really appreciates that out of you

in turn he's like, really protective over you considering you mean a lot to him

he admires you a lot too, since you seem to be a very balanced and intelligent person and he genuinely feels like he can learn a lot from you

that means that you're usually right when it comes to arguments though and he doesn't like that

both of you being stubborn means that you're not willing to quit when worst comes to worst, but you're able to move past arguments through talking them out

considering his family situation i feel like he has in issue with discussing things, but he gets better at it since he's too stubborn to break up with you and ruin a good relationship

EVEN THOUGH I DONT LIKE HIM i know for a fact that he tries his best to be better if he cares enough and he most definitely cares enough about you to change shit that would put a strain between you

like i feel like he has issues with physical contact since he didn't receive a lot of affection as a kid so he tries his best to be affectionate with you even though it's a process to get used to

he really likes it though!! it just takes him a while to get over the embarrassment from it so i feel like in the beginning he wouldn't be a big fan of PDA LMAO

as he gets more accustomed to it he just starts being more aggressive towards people that give you weird stares, but no matter how long yall are in a relationship you'll always be able to catch that little blush on his cheeks when ya'll hold hands in public

ALSO LAST THING. since yall share a lot of interests he probably finds it easier to find ways to spend time with you, even though he does in fact go out of his way to do things you're interested in. he'll deny it until he dies tho lol

[ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ! ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ <3 ]

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binunus · 4 years ago

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afk | yoon sanha (m)

a/n y..oon...sanha...really do be acting up...also idk why but whenever I think of husband!sanha I can’t seem to write anything which is why I’ve been staring at this request literally for the longest time, but when I think of like just bf!sanha I get so many ideas...is it me? am I just weird?? maybe it’s bc I’m literally not in a headspace to think about marriage or commitment sksksk but uh yeah thank you for coming to my ted talk

{request: anther sanha husband smut please? 🥺 the one u wrote was so good ‘m not a creative person so the plot coulld be as you wish 😼}

→ pairing: idol bf!sanha x f!reader

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ tw: unprotected sex (conceal before you feel loves), reader riding sanha as he’s playing his game oops...and 00 line is on the other end hehe, dirty talk?? well...sanha tried okay, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, embarrassment

→ word count: 4k _____________________________________________

*afk → away from keyboard* for all my non-gamers :) I’m not a gamer, I just live with them...

Your POV

You were ecstatic, a little jump in your step as you neared your boyfriend’s dorm. You haven’t seen him in almost a month due to his busy schedule and comeback preparations. You were excited for him and his group, one of the perks of dating an idol member was knowing the secrets and spoilers of his plans long before they were revealed to the public. But with those perks also came the disadvantages of not being able to see your boyfriend as much as you’d like to, or even be open with your relationship in general.

Anyway, you were excited to see him. The text messages, phone calls, and FaceTimes could only satisfy you for so long, seeing Sanha in person was a completely different story. The last time you saw him was before he dyed his hair from black to the sleek dark red that it was now.

As soon as you received the text from your boyfriend asking if you were free to come over, you literally dropped everything that you were doing and got dressed to leave your apartment. You arrived at his dorm within thirty minutes, not wasting any precious time that you could be spending with him.

You were warmly greeted by their eldest, Myungjun’s excited tone alerting the others about your appearance. “y/n! We haven’t seen you in so long!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug, giggling as he lifted your body and shook you around, “I know, oppa! It’s so good to see you! You look so good! I’m excited for your album to come out.”

“Oh you cutie, stop it.” He beamed, patting your head as he set you down. “Sanha’s playing games in his room right now. If you get bored of him, just come find me and I’ll entertain you.”

“Will do oppa,” You chuckled as you bounced in the direction of Sanha’s bedroom. Your heart rapidly beating in your chest as you opened the door, revealing your 6′1 sweet boyfriend who was sitting intently on his gaming chair. You felt the oxygen knocked away from your lungs as he turned his maroon head of hair to face you. You almost had to do a double take from actually seeing his new hair color in person. Sure he’s sent you a bunch of pictures as soon as he dyed it and you’ve seen it through video calls, but wow...was this good looking man really your boyfriend?

He held his hand out to you, smiling as you approached him. He moved the mic away from his mouth before kissing the back of your hand, “Hey baby, I’m just playing a match real quick and then I’m all yours, okay?”

You nodded excitedly and leaned in to press a kiss on the cheek which wasn’t being covered by his headset. Sanha squeezed your hand affectionately before you hopped on his bed, pulling out your phone to pass the time while you waited for him to finish his match. Every now and then, you would look over to observe him and his game. You noticed that even his gaming setup has changed in the past month you haven’t seen each other, he was finally using the light-up keyboard you gifted him for your one year anniversary.

You could vaguely hear his friends through the headset, chuckling at his conversations with the esteemed ‘00 line. You found yourself grinning as Sanha furiously clicked away at the keyboard, even though your boyfriend is a famous idol, at the end of the day he was still just a regular young adult at heart who loved playing games.

You understood that this was probably one of his only ways of de-stressing as of recent, so you were pretty lenient about his gaming habits...

Until one match turned into two, which turned into three, and before you knew it, you’ve been waiting on his bed -- affection-starved -- for almost two hours.

Your lips pursed in annoyance, huffing as you locked your phone and tossed it aside somewhere on his bed, standing to get some water. Sanha turned his head at your movement, his mouth opening a bit in shock as he watched you leave his room. At that moment, he knew your patience was running thin.

You saw Jinwoo and Bin in the kitchen, the two smiling as you joined them. You found yourself pouting as you waddled into Jinwoo’s arms which opened in a welcoming hug. With dating Sanha, you also had the opportunity of getting to know his group, gaining five older brothers who treated you like one of their own. You got babied by the five of them a lot since you were dating their baby.

You let out a sigh as you retrieved a glass of water, resting your head on Jinwoo’s shoulder as you took small sips. You’ve received more affection from the rest of Astro than you have from your own boyfriend during this whole visit so far. Bin cooed as he pinched your cheek, “Why do you look so upset?”

You rolled your eyes as you took another sip, “Sanha’s been playing his game for the past 2 hours, I don’t even know why he asked me to come over if he wasn’t at least going to talk to me.”

Jinwoo gave you a sympathetic smile, patting your head as he nodded, “You know how he is y/n. When he doesn’t have a schedule or practice, he’s practically glued to his computer chair.”

You groaned and finished the rest of your water, placing the glass in the sink before you rested your hands on your hips, “If he doesn’t stop playing after this match, I’m literally leaving.”

The two elder boys laughed, respectively patting your shoulder and rubbing your back. Bin chuckled, “You do what you have to do. You know, scold him for us too. His eyes are gonna go bad from looking at that monitor too much.”

You nodded, asking them to wish you luck as you went back into Sanha’s room. When you opened the door, you noticed his chair turned around so that his back was to the desk, the monitor on the loading screen, and Sanha on his phone. He looked up with that big puppy expression on his face when he knew he’s did something wrong. He quickly placed his phone on the desk, pulling you in towards him as soon as you were in arm’s reach. He gently squeezed your hands as you stood in between his legs, resting your weight on one foot. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes in the slightest, “And what are you sorry for?”

“For ignoring you and just playing my game...” Sanha said quietly hugging your waist. He nuzzled his face against your stomach as your hands went up to play with his hair, all annoyance fizzling away in an instant. Damn, he was too cute for you to stay mad at him. You sighed and kissed the crown of his head, “Sanha, we haven’t seen in each other in so long because of your comeback. If you want to invite me over, I sort of hope that we’re spending time together and I’m not just watching you play...is your game really that much more interesting than me?”

He shook his head against your body, his voice muffled as he immediately said no. The tiniest of smiles crept its way onto your face, endeared at how cute your boyfriend was.

And then you heard his best friend through the headset, ruining the soft mood in an instant. “Sanha load up, c’mon where are you?”

You let out a sigh, God dammit Bomin.

Sanha lifted his head to meet your eyes, he sensed your frustration again immediately. You pursed your lips, reading the conflict swimming through his pupils. You knew that he wanted to keep playing, but he didn’t wanna make you mad. And in Sanha’s perspective, he did honestly plan to spend time with you when he invited you over, but then Daehwi asked him to play a round and when he gets immersed in his game, he needs to play until he’s literally sick of it for the day. “Baby..?”

You averted your gaze for a moment in thought, an idea popping into your head. Humming, your fingers twirled a strand of his hair, “You can keep playing, baby.”

Sanha blinked at you in surprise, his eyes widening, “Really? You won’t get mad if--”

“But! I’m sitting on your lap. I haven’t gotten any cuddles from you in at least three weeks and I’m not going back to your bed without you.”

He nodded eagerly, satisfied with the win-win situation. Sanha grinned patting his lap as he spread his legs to give you room. You chuckled, maneuvering your body through the space of his chair as you got seated atop his thighs, both of you face to face. By habit, Sanha’s hands rested at your waist, smiling as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach at the action, responding instantly. Your lips formed a little pout when he pulled away, your boyfriend smiling cheekily as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said before resting your head on his shoulder, leaning your body weight on his chest as a means to get as close to him as you possibly could. Sanha rubbed the skin of your waist affectionately before reaching for the headset and unmuting himself, “Bomin, I’m here.”

“Hey! What took you so long?”

“Chill, y/n’s here.” He said, glancing at you with a smile, “She can hear you by the way.”

“Yeah so watch your mouth, Bomin.” You said jokingly, turning your head briefly to speak into the microphone. Sanha grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek as Bomin laughed through the headset. You heard Bomin -- along with Sanha’s other friends -- greet you, chuckling as your head returned to its spot on Sanha’s shoulder.

You let your boyfriend play one match peacefully, still enjoying finally being in his embrace. You closed your eyes, taking in the comforting scent of Sanha’s detergent and let yourself relax for a short while. When he got killed during the first match, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, squeezing your body tightly as he kissed your temple. You hummed, listening as he watched and conversed with the others who were still alive.

It was then that you noticed the slight new definition of his muscles, the gears in your brain turning as you thought about how to proceed with your plan. Although you were literally on top of him right now, the majority of Sanha’s attention span was focused on his monitor, so you knew he couldn’t sense the growing arousal in your mind.

Early into his second match, you subtly shifted your ass around on his lap, making it seem like you were trying to readjust into a more comfortable position. At the same time, you moved your head to his other shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you did so. Your boyfriend smiled at you, still oblivious to what you were trying to do.

And then your hands gently started rubbing at his sides, the touch featherlike as you began to press kisses in the crook of his neck. You felt Sanha tense in the slightest as he quickly pressed the mute button on his mic, “Baby...what are you doing?”

“Hm?” You asked not even bothering to lift your head, “I’m kissing you, can I not?”

The male closed his eyes as he let out a muffled groan, his body reacting immediately to your ministrations, “y/n, are you trying to make me moan into the mic while I’m playing with the guys?”

You chuckled dryly as you started to start to suck on his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark because you knew his stylists would literally kill you if you did, but enough for him to get affected. And he did.

Sanha let out a breathy moan, subconsciously tilting his head so that you had more access.

“You ignored me for two hours baby. Since you wanna keep playing your game while I’m here, you’re gonna have to do so while I’m making you feel good. Now unmute and keep doing your thing.”

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes at you as you moved your ass directly over his crotch, which was quickly getting hard. He was about to say something, but was cut off by Daehwi asking him where he was, Sanha cursing internally as he pressed unmute and responded. You smirked against his skin, still trailing kisses along his neck and intending to move up his jawline -- which had definitely gotten sharper since the last time you saw him.

Sanha tried his best, you could see how hard he was fighting against your temptations. Admittedly, you were a bit impressed with how well he was masking what was going on to his friends.

But you were a brat and you wanted to see your boyfriend’s self-restraint crumble. He managed to get through one match, trying to compromise with you once the display showed the loading screen, “Fuck, baby, I’m done. I can’t play anymore.”

You smiled at him as you got off his lap, going over to lock his door. Sanha sighed in relief, getting ready to tell his friends that he was logging off for the night, until you held your finger up at him, confusion on his features. Casually, you pulled down your pants and underwear, placing them to the side as you leaned down for a kiss. Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, Sanha lifting up his hips to help you pull the fabric down his legs.

“You’re gonna play one more game, baby.” You whispered against his mouth, the boy sighing in frustration as you climbed back onto his lap. His cock was already hard from all your grinding, he could not believe you were teasing him like this right now.

You were soaked, you knew that Sanha would slide right in without any resistance. You let out a sharp inhale as you lined yourself up with his cock, burying your face in his shoulder as you sat down in one go. The two of you let out a synchronized groan at the feeling, it had been too long since you last had sex. “Shit, y/n, you’re so fucking tight--I-fuck can’t we just take this to my bed?”

“No,” You said, voice shaky as you tried to calm yourself down from the initial intrusion. “This is payback for making me wait so long.”

Sanha’s hands gripped the meat of your ass, squeezing as he thrusted into you just once, “God, you do realize we’re both gonna suffer if you make me play another round.”

“You’re going to suffer more than I am,” You said devilishly as you unmuted his mic, “Sorry boys, Sanha went to the bathroom but he’s back now.”

He shot you glare, reluctantly removing his hands from your ass as he wore his headset again, “Guys, I think this is gonna be my last game, I’m getting pretty tired.”

“You know, I can’t believe y/n really just let you play with us this whole time. That’s love right there.”

“You’re a real one, y/n!”

“Sanha doesn’t deserve you, y/n!”

You laughed into the mic, sweetly responding to Sanha’s friends as you clenched your walls around his cock, watching with a lustful glint in your eyes at the contortion of pleasure on his face, his teeth harshly dug into his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.

“C’mon, start game.” Sanha said shortly, the grip on his mouse tightening as you clenched again. You stayed still for the first couple of minutes, letting Sanha adjust and play his game so that his friends wouldn’t be able to tell that something explicit was happening on his side of the screen.

Of course all Sanha could think about right now was the way your walls just sucked him in so nicely, wanting nothing more than to pin you to his bed and fuck into you with no restraints. But he knew that you wouldn’t let him do that until he finished his match, so he tried to focus on completing this game as fast as he could.

He felt himself freezing as you started to kiss his neck again, mentally telling himself to stay calm and not make a noise. As soon as his guard was down, you lifted your hips so that only the head of his cock was in your cunt before slamming your ass down on his lap, a loud slap sounding from the contact of your skins. Sanha lurched forward, a strangled moan fighting in his throat as you tightly clenched your walls, squeezing his cock.

“Woah-are you okay, Sanha? What happened?”

“Y-yeah, I hit my knee against the d-desk,” He stuttered a lie, one of his hands gripping your waist as you started to slowly fuck yourself on him. It was getting harder for you to conceal your moans, burying your face in his shoulder as you tried to chase your high, this position allowing Sanha to hit so deep in your cunt.

His eyes flickered back and forth between the screen and you riding his cock, his legs subconsciously spreading as far as the chair allowed him. Sanha knew it was over for him when you lifted yourself off his chest, your eyes blown wide with lust as one of your hands fisted the bottom of his shirt, the other sneaking down to where the two of you were connected, making contact with your clit. You threw your head back at the added sensation, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you clenched your walls again.

“Sanha, where are you? Why are you standing still--”

“Fuck--AFK guys, AFK!” Sanha said hurriedly, throwing his headset off as he muted his mic. He pulled you in for a searing kiss, moving his lips fiercely against yours as you grabbed at his shoulders. “You’re fucking evil.”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to me,” You panted against his mouth, sluggishly getting off his lap. Sanha practically kicked his gaming chair back as he towered over you, removing both of your shirts before he pushed you down on his bed. He pulled your thighs open, positioning his cock at your entrance. “Fuck, do you know how hard it was to not fuck you while I was playing?”

You whined as he moved his tip up and down your slit, tapping the head at your sensitive bud. “Now you have all my attention, baby.”

The two of you moaned loudly as he sheathed himself in your cunt, momentarily forgetting that there were five other inhabitants of his dorm. Sanha started a brutal pace from the beginning, thrusting into you with no restraints. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair as you pulled him down for a kiss, muffling your moans against his mouth.

“Mmmf, Sanha--”

He groaned, biting your bottom lip before lifting your thighs so that your legs hung from his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper in your cunt, “Shit, I missed your pussy baby. You’re fucking dripping on my sheets, God.”

His hands flew to your chest, roughly groping your breasts as he used it for leverage to fuck into you at a faster pace. The sounds in his room were obscene, the squelch of your arousal and the smack of his balls hitting your ass drowning out anything else.

Sanha felt like he was drunk on your cunt, breathing heavily as he tried to get more sounds out of you, your moans music to his ears. He hissed as your nails clawed at his arms, a telltale sign that you were nearing your end. “S-Sanha, I-fuck!”

“Are you close, baby?” He asked authoritatively, his heart swelling as you nodded with a whine, your hands scrambling to feel every inch of his skin. You keened as he called your name, commanding you to look at him as you reached your orgasm.

The tension in your stomach snapped when he snuck a hand down to play at your clit, rubbing it between two of his fingers as he tweaked your nipple, fucking you through your high. Your toes curled in pleasure, legs convulsing as you let out a high-pitched moan. You tried your best to maintain eye contact, but the dizzying euphoria made your lids flutter close, Sanha harshly sucking hickeys in your neck as he too, chased, his high.

He cursed, still drawing circles on your clit as he rutted his hips into yours. You screamed as you were forced into another orgasm, your tight pulsating walls around his cock enough to push him to the edge. Sanha groaned gravelly, his nails digging into your waist as he released his load in your cunt.

Sanha pulled out when he felt his cock fully flaccid, sitting back against his palms as he watched both of your cum leak out your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to regain your breath, meeting his eyes from where you laid. Sanha chuckled, kissing your knee before standing to get some tissues, coming back to carefully wipe your cunt clean.

You reached your arms out for him to lay down next to you as soon as he threw the soiled tissue away. He smiled lovingly, joining you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked cutely, pecking your nose. You grinned and buried your face in his chest, kissing the space between his collarbones. “No, you’re here with me now.”

Sanha giggled, stroking your hair as he tapped his fingers at the small of your back, “’M sorry for ignoring you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said, humming as you closed your eyes, sleep slowly overtaking you. He tutted, removing his arms from your body as he sat up, “No! y/n, you have to pee first before you sleep.”

“But I’m tired,” You whined, reaching for him again. Sanha shook his head, gently pulling you up, “Baby, if you get a UTI, you’re gonna hate yourself. Now c’mon, peeing only takes a couple seconds.”

You grumbled as he found one of his oversized t-shirts, dressing you before finding a pair of shorts for himself. You let out a woah as you stood, holding onto Sanha for support as your legs started to wobble. Your boyfriend chuckled smugly, squeezing your waist as you regained your balance, “You good, baby?”

“Shut up.”

The two of you glanced at his computer, which was now at the main screen of the game. “Do you think they heard, baby?”

“No way,” Sanha said, though he couldn’t deny the slight fear in the pit of his stomach if his friends really did hear you and him having sex. “I muted myself...right?”

You shrugged, not really minding before going to open the door, leading the two of you out of his room. Your face flushed, your feet stopping dead in their tracks as you came face to face with the rest of Astro, all five of them giving you and your boyfriend knowing looks as they sat dispersed around the living room.

“Ah hyungs!”

“I really hope you two used protection,” Eunwoo lectured, though you saw the smirk on his face.

“I’m--bathroom--peeing...yeah.” You said embarrassed, scurrying off to the direction of their bathroom, yelping as your legs almost gave in.

“Woah, careful y/n,” Rocky snickered sending a wink in Sanha’s direction. The boys began teasing their youngest as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, Sanha hiding his face in his hands, “Are you really going to do this every time y/n comes over?? It’s been more than a year!”

“No, we only do it when you two kids are loud as hell.” Bin said bluntly, slapping Myungjun’s arm in amusement. Jinwoo chuckled, lightly pointing a finger at your boyfriend, “You better have this much energy during promotions, Sanha--”

“Hyung!” ______________________________

4-6-21

#woah where did this come from?#im also just obsessed with sanha's part in one and that mayhaps was the inspiration #and also gamer tingz #sanha #yoon sanha #astro #astro smut #astro fluff #astro au #astro scenarios #sanha smut #sanha fluff #sanha au #sanha scenarios #request

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years ago

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smut alphabet - aizawa shouta

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He won’t instantly fall asleep, especially after particularly rough sex. He’s a grown man who understands how important it is to check in with each other and make sure you’re both okay. Even if you say you’re fine, he still looks over your body. He knows pain feels good in the moment but afterward you realize how sore your cheek and jaw is and how much that scratch actually hurts. If you need help, he’ll help. And when you’re both settled, he’ll cuddle you, unwinding for some sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t like admitting how much he loves it when you focus on his neck. Since it’s usually hidden behind his scarf and hair, it’s perfect for you to go wild on the skin, sucking and biting as hard as you want. It’s where he’s the most sensitive too. You’ll pull away to red marks and a heavy flush.

Your lips catch his attention. He likes seeing them swollen- loves seeing them wet and wrapped around his cock. And your facial expressions urge him to go faster and harder. He may also have a thing for your hair but that’s just because he loves pulling on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s on the salty side. He doesn’t expect you to swallow. He knows it’s not the best taste out there. However, when a highly dominant mood strikes, he’ll finish by holding your head down so he can cum directly into your throat. The sounds you make are beyond satisfying.

He uses a condom most of the time. Kids aren’t off the table for him. Maybe in the future. His life is a little too hectic for any babies right now.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He got a blowjob in an alleyway when he first started night patrols. He can’t remember their name and won’t tell anyone. Ever. Definitely not his proudest hookup.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He hasn’t had the number of partners as some people have, but he knows what he’s doing. Some of his experience is from the very few relationships he’s had and some were from one night stands. He’s confident in his skills but also realizes everyone’s different. So if he’s ever unsure of how you’re feeling or reacting, he will ask. Because if you’re uncomfortable then he needs to learn about and change what he’s doing wrong.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s natural for him to take on the more active role. Whether it’s him being completely over you, not allowing you to move at all, or the numerous doggy style positions he can choose from. He just likes feeling in control. When you’re under him, he uses his weight to his advantage, putting his hands on your back, letting himself drop heavy and deep every thrust.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not at all. He’s quiet, focusing on actions rather than words. If you make a joke, he won’t react and flip you onto your stomach, thrusting harder than before so you’re left moaning with no room to talk.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s dark, matching the hair on his head. He won’t shave. He finds it odd that people get grossed out or put off by hair down there. Like, it’s just hair? Everyone has it. He doesn’t trim that much either. He won’t bother with any maintenance when he’s not in a relationship or regularly having sex. Once in one, he’ll trim it every now and then.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Don’t expect gushing compliments and rose petals leading to the bed. Because he doesn’t talk and isn’t romantically inclined, there is a lack of intimacy during sex. However, you can feel it after. He’s not the best with words so his affection is displayed through his hands and hugs. He’ll hold you close as you calm down from your high, caressing your entire body, kissing your forehead. If you compliment him he must just blush.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He mostly does it late at night or really early morning while everyone else is sleeping. Once he moved to the dorms, he masturbates less from the combination of where he is and the amount of stress he has. When there’s no other way to relieve the stress or thoughts, he’ll do it- completely and utterly silent.

Porn comes and goes. Sometimes he’s fine jacking off without it. Sometimes he needs a little help. He watches what matches his mood. It’s usually rough and hard scenarios.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rough sex is a given. It’s just his character so it often happens without him realizing or planning on it. Of course, he won’t cause you pain until you have a conversation about what you like and your limits. He’s willing to choke, spank, bite, slap, pull your hair, and spit in your mouth. Whatever you need, he can do.

He likes being called daddy or, if you prefer, sir. It satisfies his natural dominance and will change how hard he’s thrusting. At the same time, it’s not his favorite kink. He doesn’t need you gasping daddy to enjoy himself and he can still be as rough as you want him to.

He partakes in this one less than the others, but he likes orgasm control. And not only on you. When you suck him, bringing him to the brink, then pull away, he’ll feign annoyance while secretly enjoying being under your care. He’s often the leader so feeling you tease and control him lets him let go. He also enjoys watching you go down on him for so long.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

When he’s in the mood for rough sex, he prefers the bed. It’s comfortable for both of you. He truly doesn’t care besides that. He’ll take you on the counter, the floor, the couch, wherever. It all depends on when and how hard the mood hits him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Frustration is a big internal motivator. He gets to work off all his stress and feel good and make you feel good. It’s a win-win.

Kiss his neck slowly. He’ll relax, leaning into your lips, turning his head to the side so you have more space to kiss. Whisper how much you want him- how good he makes you feel. Listening to your desires gets him hard faster than most things.

He also enjoys cute clothing. Thigh highs are his favorite.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can’t do anything relating to schoolgirl kinks. He doesn’t want to see you in a schoolgirl uniform. He doesn’t want to be called sensei. Not only will he never be able to look at his students again, but he also hates hearing and seeing those things while he’s supposed to be turned on. He’s a teacher and that’s one line he simply cannot cross.

He won’t use his scarf in the bedroom. That thing has been wrapped around horrible people and he limits it to that. He doesn’t want something so dirty touching you, especially in the bedroom. If you really want to be tied up, he’ll buy expensive rope for you and only you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving and loves sloppy blowjobs. Hearing you slurp on his cock with drool lathering him, dripping from your hands, is the best way to make him cum quickly. As he gets closer, he’ll grab your head, making you take him deeper. If you want to hear him be the most vocal he could ever be, lay on the bed, hang your head off the edge, and let him throat fuck you. He uses his whole body as he thrusts past the back of your throat.

But he isn’t selfish. He has no problem returning the favor. His fingers are firm and his scruff is harsh (in a good way). He’ll tie his hair back and lay between your legs for two beautiful orgasms.

Sometimes he favors oral sex over anything else. It’s easier.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time he’s fast, rough, and hard. He saves any pent up frustration for his workouts or, more preferably, you. It keeps him going longer and harder.

Those mornings when you’re both hardly awake, he’ll snuggle up behind you, making his erection blatantly obvious. Early morning sex is one of the few times he slows down. The other time is when you have comfort sex. If you or he had an emotional day, he’ll let up and drag out your time together. He’s softer during those times.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with them. You can’t lay in bed and enjoy each other every time you have sex so he’ll opt to push you over the table, drop your pants, and take you fast. And sometimes, he just gets so inexplicably horny that he wants you then and there.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s fine with experimenting. He’s pretty open about what he does and doesn’t like and wants you to be open as well. He’ll try a certain kink or position or toy a few times before deciding if he likes it. Risks, on the other hand, aren’t something he’s willing to do. Being a Pro Hero means you have standards to uphold and he won’t risk jeopardizing any of it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One round is his standard. He isn’t All Might Superman. He’s tired and sex takes the last bit of energy out of him, mainly because he goes so hard during it. He usually lasts for thirty minutes but if he’s feeling up to it, he can hold himself back for longer.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own much and they’re for his partner, not him- a cute handcuff/collar/leash set and a small vibrator. When he finds himself in a relationship that he believes will last, he’ll start to build a small collection. He wants to watch you struggling from the vibrating butt plug while you're blindfolded and bound by expensive silk ropes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases all the time. His fingers will press right where you want them but leave a second later. He’ll rub your entrance until you beg for it. He won’t let you touch yourself no matter how much you plead.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Instinctively silent. He quiets any pant or huff before they can form. To get him groaning, focus your mouth on his neck, and dig your nails into his skin, deeply. He’ll begin to let himself groan and moan when he’s with someone he truly loves and someplace he knows is safe.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He doesn’t do self-care as well as he should. His lips are often chapped and he could learn how to use lotion (even just a tiny bit would do wonders). When he gets out of the shower, hand him a bottle of lotion. He’ll toss it aside. Apply it to his back and arms for him and he’ll fall asleep under your hands.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Around 5 ½ inches. Not the biggest but with his intensity, it’ll seem so much bigger. His head isn’t that sensitive hence why he likes deepthroating- more stimulation on his entire length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It can vary from week to week. It’s usually pretty normal- about three times a week.

He does have a lot of responsibilities so that takes him away from you and he is often overworked so that leads to his sex drive lowering. And even if he does want sex when he’s so stressed, he’s just too tired to actually do it. That’s the best time to give him a blowjob. He can lay back and relax while you take care of him. He’ll appreciate so much he’ll be openly affectionate with his words.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s tired after but won’t fall asleep. He needs to make sure you’re okay before he can begin to relax. Though once everything’s settled and he lays down, he’s out like a light.

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wornoutmouse · 3 years ago

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@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff.

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?"

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing.

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging.

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat.

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that. Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way."

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room.

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening.

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge.

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants.

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.”

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch.

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!"

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot, "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways.

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good. The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes. Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard. "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that."

He bowed his head and rested on your back, kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed.

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out.

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read.

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 4 years ago

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Creative planning

Word count: 2144

Genre: I think a bit of angst mixed with fluff???

Pairing: Natasha x gn!reader

Warnings: Swearing but not much and in a friendly way (let me know if I need to add more)

Request: Can u do natasha x reader where natasha fall in love with the reader because they always have stupid atypical plans that always work. And at first none of the avengers believer that the plan will work but it actually work. That’s it!

Summary: Reader always has creative plans for missions that always work and Nat seems like she doesn’t like them except she actually does and is just bad at feelings.

A/n: So this was requested by @fayhar so I hope you like it but if I’m honest I didn’t follow the request exactly so I’m sorry about that, but I hope you like it anyways. Also sorry this is a few days later than I said but I procrastinated but I’m writing a lot now so hopefully all other requests will be out soon.

You glance around at the rest of the team, biting your lip when all you can see is frustrated faces. It’s your first time making a big suggestion and it is not going over nearly as well as you had hoped. You thought your plan was pretty solid, albeit weird, but the team doesn’t seem to agree.

“We need a real plan, not the plot of some animated action movie meant for kids.” Tony says, his annoyance coming through with his voice.

Clint shoots Tony a look and softly says, “Y/n, I know you’re trying to help but Tony is right, this doesn’t seem realistic.”

“I agree,” Natasha interjects, “anyone have any more viable plans?” The room is silent after that and you can tell everyone is thinking hard. You’re trying to help as well but your mind is consumed with doubt. Although it wasn’t the most conventional plan, you really thought it could work but they thought it childish. Clint was the nicest to you about it but that’s only because he saw you as a kid he had to protect. You loved being a part of the team but sometimes it was hard to prove yourself when you were both the youngest and newest avenger. You rack your brains trying to come up with a new plan but your mind keeps getting stuck on what you already came up with. It was different from what the team normally did for sure, but you just knew it could work.

“I know you shot it down already but please consider what I’ve suggested,” you speak up, “it’s different but I think it will work. Besides it’s not like anyone else has any great ideas.”

While they don’t seem to accept your plan right away this time they seem to give a little more thought. Wanda whispers something to Steve and you can see Natasha and Clint exchange looks.

Finally Steve speaks up. “Y/n is right, maybe not about the plan but we don’t have any other ideas. I think this is our best change against Hydra for now.”

“Hydra is a formidable enemy whose goal is to control the world and you expect us to follow a plan that is completely ridiculous.” Natasha argues harshly. You struggle not to let any emotion show because you knew you had to appear strong but what Natasha thinks means a lot to you, so it hurt she had absolutely no confidence in your plan. You have always admired her a lot and if you were to be truthful you’ve always had a little bit of a crush on her.

“This plan does seem a little out there,” Wanda interjects, “but maybe that’s what we need for this mission, Hydra won’t be able to predict it.”

“Ok,” Tony agrees, “what the hell, let's do it.”

Fifteen exhausting hours later and you were all on a jet heading back to the compound. Even though it had been one of the hardest and most tiring missions you had been on to date you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you were the one that helped the team out.

“Good job Y/n!” Steve praises seeing your grin so you smile back even harder and go to respond when you hear a scoff from the other side of the jet. Natasha is sitting there and although her face betrays nothing, everyone who heard knows it’s her. You don’t know why she hates your plan even though it worked but although it bothers you, you try to brush it off, as Steve squeezes your shoulder in silent support. Even when Natasha exits the jet and heads straight to her room without a word to anybody you manage to keep a smile while talking with a few of the other avengers before you get too exhausted and decide to call it a night.

As you lie in your bed after you showered and were drifting off you think about the day. You understood the lack of confidence in your crazy plan at first but you finally feel like you proved yourself and showed why you were asked to join the avengers. You also question Natasha’s dismissal of your success but you can never tell what she’s thinking so you brush that aside and fall into a peaceful sleep, optimistic about what is to come.

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“Hey Y/n can you look over the plans for the next raid?” Tony asks, shoving some papers in your hands as you walk past him in the hall.

“Of course!” You respond cheerfully, taking the papers and continuing to make your way into the common room. It had been around ten months since you had first helped create a plan and ever since then the other had been turning to you for help with stuff like this and you became known for coming up with the craziest ideas that always ended up working.

When you got to the common room you plopped yourself on the couch and started brainstorming beside the only other occupant of the room, Natasha. Out of all the avengers you were still slightly wary of her. You admired her a lot (not to mention kinda wanted to kiss her) but although she didn’t seem to hate your plans as much as she first did she didn’t seem to like them either. You did your best to impress her especially when she would help train you but sometimes it got discouraging because she never seemed to care that much. She was also the only avenger you didn’t consider yourself friends with, which is why you were fairly surprised when she spoke up.

“What are you working on?”

“I’m just reviewing the mission plans for our raid of the Hydra base in a few days, Tony did a pretty good job though, so I won’t change much.” You respond honestly.

“None of your weird ideas?” She asks.

“Probably not, don’t worry,” you say laughing slightly although you don’t feel like it, “I’m just going to see if Steve has any ideas, see you later.” You leave the room in a bit of a rush, making sure you have all the plans. Natasha watches you go with a frown. She can tell she offended you when she asked that but she was just meaning to tease because although she was skeptical at first, she now really loves your plans.

While she unhappily stares into the hallway you left through, she feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to see Clint hanging upside down from the vent.

“What’s wrong Nat?” He asks.

“Y/n thinks I hate her. Or at least that I think she’s stupid.”

Clint laughs. “Once she gets to know you I’m sure that will change. Remember how long it took for the others to warm up to you?”

“But I like her and I want her to like me now!” Natasha replies in a tone that has a small whine to it.

“So you like her, no biggie,” Clint says, “eventually you’ll become friends. WAIT-do you mean you like her, like you want to date her?” Natasha doesn’t respond and instead just nods, looking away from Clint.

“You know it may seem complicated but just be nice to her and give her compliments out loud instead of in your head.” Clint advises.

“You know I think that’s the only helpful thing you’ve ever told me,” Natasha jokes, wanting to change the topic, “when did you get so good at this?”

“Well I do have a wife after all,” Clint answers, “maybe you should trust me on this.”

The past month has been confusing to say the least. You brush your hair in the mirror, wanting to look presentable for when you were having dinner with Natasha later because she randomly asked you to. It isn’t a date or anything, in fact you don’t know why you’re doing this because all she said is that she wanted to talk to you, but the idea of eating dinner along with her makes you nervous. This was the first time the two of you were going to do something without any of the others. At first she didn’t seem to like you at all but recently you noticed a huge change in the way Natasha was acting towards you. She seemed to actively seek you out to spend time together and started complimenting you more, especially on your ideas relating to avengers missions. You take a glance at your watch and decide to head down to the kitchen to meet up with Nat. The whole way down you can feel your entire body almost shaking with nerves but you push it aside.

“Hey Y/n,” Natasha says softly upon your entry, “I made us some pasta, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I’ll never turn down pasta.” You respond while smiling and grabbing a plate.

“Great,” she says, looking a little relieved, “Are you good to just eat at the counter?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I, I’m not the queen.” You answer her, laughing slightly. She mumbles something under her breath but you can’t hear it properly.

“What was that Tasha?” You ask her.

“Nothing.” You look down at your food and both of you lapse into silence. Neither of you speak for what feels like an hour but was probably closer to ten minutes before you start to get a little annoyed.

“Are you going to speak?” She stares at you and doesn’t answer. “Well are you? Because you said you wanted to talk to me but now that I’m here you don’t say anything. Not to mention I can’t even tell if you like me or not.” She seems surprised by your outburst but you can’t find it within yourself to care. It was all true you had no clue what she thought about you with her acting cold towards, then suddenly switching to being nice and as much as you liked her you would much rather just know what she thought than be constantly confused.

“I do like you.” She says after a few moments of very awkward silence. “I just don’t know how to talk to you properly.”

“You didn’t know how to talk to me???” You ask, completely shocked.

“Yes,” she replies honestly, “at first I just didn’t talk to you because I didn’t like you-”

“Ouch.” You interrupt and she rolls her eyes at you.

“Anyways as I was saying,” she takes a pause to playfully glare at you, “the reason why I didn’t like you was because unlike everybody else you were unpredictable and I don’t like not being in control. You are just so different from people I’m used to-I mean this in a good way, like how you always have super creative plans.”

“Oh wow that’s not what I was expecting at all,” you tell her, “I just thought you hated me.” She nods looking remorseful.

“Sorry, at the very start I may have but honestly that’s the last impression I wanted you to have of me. If you can’t tell recently I’ve been trying harder to be more open.”

“I have noticed actually and although I was a bit confused by the sudden change it was nice.” Natasha smiles at that and sits up a little taller before shrinking back down and biting her lip.

“For the sake of honesty, there was another reason I didn’t like you much,” she pauses to take a deep breath, “you made me feel things, things I can usually control.” You can’t believe what you are hearing right now and think you must be dreaming because unless you are interpreting things very wrongly it sounds like Natasha is confessing feelings for you.

“Tasha,” you say slowly, “you have feelings for me?” She nods and you can’t even begin to process it. You must have been silent for too long because she stands up and starts to move away.

“I’m sorry Y/n, we can drop it if you want just please say something.”

“No, we are not dropping this,” you say seriously, watching Natasha’s face drop as you inwardly smirk, “at least not until you take me on a date first.”

“You’re an asshole.” Natasha deadpans before coming over to hug you. “I will definitely take you on many dates.”

She’s true to her word and two days later you find yourselves cuddled in your bed after having dinner at a restaurant. She’s spooning you, pressed up against your back and you can tell by her breathing that she’s almost asleep.

“So you like my plans?” You ask cheekily, remembering your conversation from last night.

“I love your plans,” She responds before planting a kiss to the top of your head that nearly makes your heart melt of happiness, “even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #avengers #mcu #marvel fanfiction #avengers x reader #fanfiction #x reader

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skellebonez · 4 years ago

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Hear me out: Spider Macaque in the Spider Monkie AU with prompts 14 and 35?

I hear you and oh this was way too much fun... I took a great deal of liberty with exactly how Mac transforms into his Spider Monkie form and who says what and the TIMELINE because I... re-wrote this into a ship fic because of you. I call it ShadowCodingShipping because someone had to name MacaqueSyntax eventually! I guess you could say this is definitely a what-if story more than anything.

Warning for body horror because Mac is slowly turning half spider and that's kinda gross and painful. Also this is hurt/comfort but heavy on the HURT. This does not have a happy ending.

Am I scaring you?/I believe I can be of some help here.

"Am I scaring you?" Macaque asked with a smirk, pain clearly barely held at bay behind it. The monkey demon was a mess, fur tussled and miscolored splotches that hadn't yet grown in properly littered his torso. His torso that had gained a good inch in the last failed attempt at... what they were trying to accomplish. "... are you going to answer me, scientist?"

Syntax did not answer. Whether it was out of fear or knowing that regardless his answer would not make the demon leave him be even he didn't know.

"Queenie calls you Syntax," Macaque continued, moving around the computer to watch him over the screen. "That can't be your name, can it? I didn't give enough of a shit to ask before now. Hey. Hey. Hey. H-"

"No, it is not my birth name," the scientist snapped eventually, watching as Macaque smirked in victory. "Only a complete fool would agree to work with someone as infamous as the Spider Queen and use their legal name as if they were sending an unencrypted message containing confidential information across basic messaging applications without a VPN. What in the world are you trying to accomplish?"

"Ooooo, wordy," Macaque chuckled out as he leaned against the monitor and made it tilt at an awkward angle. "I'm. Bored. Entertain me, scientist, you're the most interesting person in this place. believe it or not."

Syntax raised a brow at the demon, sighing as he continued to type into the computer. "Do you want this to be finished any time soon? Because the more you bother me the longer it will take. I may be able to multitask but humans have limits."

Macaque scowled for a moment before shrugging, failing at hiding a grimace of pain. It must have made the new bones in his spine ache horribly. But he moved easily past Syntax without a word, only whipping his tail against his shoulder as he left.

It didn't hurt at all... he wondered what the point of the gesture even was.

The screaming rang through the entire hideout, Syntax's ears ringing even as he covered them. They'd tried twice more in their attempts at Macaque's twisted idea, Spider Queen slowly seeming to become less and less comfortable with not only their methods but with what they were even doing. It was working, sort of, but not correctly.

The changes were supposed to be immediate, so fast that the pain receptors wouldn't register properly. Not for the comfort of the converted, but so that it would happen so quickly they wouldn't be able to fight it. Less pain, less of a change for your body to try to fight off the transformation. Syntax had insisted on mechanical changes, nano-bots or something of the sort instead of organic growth. Macaque himself had vetoed this, saying something about how it wouldn't make him feel whole again.

This made the changes slow. Too slow, so much so that the mixture was fought off by his immortal monkey biology too quickly for it to take hold the way it was supposed to, requiring Syntax to make it stronger and stronger each time in the hopes it would finally kick in.

Now Macaque laid on the ground, holding his face and screaming so much Syntax feared his vocal cords would give out. The last two treatments had lengthened his torso even more and changed his fur consistency entirely. Once soft and thick black fur was a mixture of that and the coarse purple hair of a spider, not meshing together at all and instead forming an odd pattern on his body. At some points silver had begun to peak through, though if that was supposed to happen or if it was a reaction to the sheer stress of his body undergoing a change that should not be happening he was not sure. Syntax could see the red mark on his face warping, changing into the same purple on his torso around his eyes and moving up on his face as two more eyes grew above the ones he already had. It was fascinating to be sure, and he would have said that it was almost pretty had it not seen the build up of them forming in a fashion he wished to never see in slow build up ever again.

He was a scientist. He was supposed to be impartial to his work above all else, and he had agreed to help of... mostly his own volition. But this... This made him more uncomfortable than he was ready to admit.

"Help him up," Spider Queen said after Macaque collapsed onto the floor, screaming ceased as his body fought off the mixture for the fourth time. She looked... perturbed. Discomforted. "After his last treatment... move on to your idea. We are not doing this again."

She moved out of the room quickly, to fast to even tell her if he would or not, covering the side of her face with her hand to shield her from the sight of the collapse man on the floor. Yes... discomforted indeed.

Syntax didn't have that luxury. And he would not leave Macaque to lay on the floor regardless of orders. But the way he shook and covered his new eyes and the small amount of tears leaking from his normal eyes made a pang of pity shoot through him. He was a scientist... but he was still human.

"I believe I can be of some help here," he said softly, taking off his lab coat and folding it part way before shoving it under Macaque's head and laying the unfolded part over his face. The demon let out a half whimper, clearly bit back as he didn't want to show weakness, but eased ever so slightly as he realized the coat blocked out the light of the lab just as well as his hands had. "It's not a perfect solution, but it gets the job done.

"Th-thought Queenie s-said to help me u-up," Macaque stuttered out, moving his hands to grip the coat instead of his eyes.

"Yes, but that would be a bad idea," Syntax explained, sitting on the floor next to him with a sigh. He pulled his tablet down from a nearby table, there was no point in not getting at least some work done, and began scribbling away with the attached pen. "Your eyes are far too sensitive and with the other changes you have gone through your body will likely collapse again before we could get you to a cot. It's best you remain stationary for the time being until I am able to assess your pain tolerance properly, then I will move you to your quarters."

Macaque didn't say anything, just huffed in reply and seemed to relax. Syntax wondered if he was thankful he wouldn't have to move immediately this time, and he could have sworn he heard something... rumbling.

Maybe it was the machinery behind them.

He felt Macaque's tail hit his side after a while, thumping softly against him... but he didn't push it away.

He wondered if this would change anything at all.

Syntax saw more of Macaque than usual after that. Sometimes he would wander into his lab and just... stay there. Silent as the shadows he liked to hide in. Sometimes he would just watch him work, other times he would bring him plums or mangoes. Syntax never had much of a taste for fruit, not really enjoying any form of sweets, but he would not pass up free food when his stomach rumbled in protest from his long hours. One time Macaque had brought in a book, sat on his desk, and just read it.

That was bizarre, even for him. But Syntax found he didn't exactly mind the company. It was quite... lonely in the lab. He was the only human in the Spider Queen's entourage and her other two companions weren't exactly the best company. Oh, the big guy was nice and all and Syntax even enjoyed his presence well enough. But he would grow bored of the scientist's techno babble and science talk eventually and leave with a nod and a wave goodbye. He was grateful that he seemed to listen, however, even if he wasn't interested in the specifics.

The other one, however, was a pain in his ass. Constantly one upping him, trying to belittle him for being a human, just being an all around annoyance. He tried to act cool and suave but Syntax just found him obnoxious.

Macaque... Macaque stayed, listened even if Syntax ran out of things to talk about. And it was oddly nice. He felt himself growing excited for when the part-spider part-monkey would make his presence known.

He wondered, distantly... if Macaque was starting to mean something to him. To matter, in a way.

The day of the final treatment eventually arrived and Syntax actually dreaded what might happen. This was their last shot to make this work completely, there was a greater than 0% chance that this would cause irreparable damage to the monkey demon if they had to continue farther. But it seemed his worries were unfounded. He was smart, a genius even. He had done his job properly, even if it had taken far too long and was the least beneficial way to accomplish the goal.

Macaque screamed worse than with every other treatment, and understandably do. It would have shocked him if Macaque hadn't since he was growing two new arms.

The Spider Queen had taken her leave shortly after, disgusted by the sight before her. It was Syntax's job to watch as Macaque slowly changed before him, bones and muscle and sinew growing slowly and bit by until finally... finally it was finished.

They had learned from last time, placing a cot on the ground for him to sit on while this happened, and he collapsed onto his back. Two new arms limp against the floor as he shook and twitched and cried cold tears in agony. But it was finished.

Syntax couldn't stop himself. He rushed forward, kneeling beside Macaque's head, watching his eyes and expression for recognition and any sign that he was alright. It had only been two weeks since the last treatment, the time needed for him to recuperate, but in that short time... he had grown oddly fond of the man on the cot. He did not know what he felt for him, not yet, but he knew that he did not dislike him in the slightest.

"Ma-Macaque?" He asked softly after no response for nearly 15 minutes, waiting and watching and finally Macaque's eyes turned to him. "How do you feel?"

Macaque didn't say anything to him at first. Just blinked before a weak chuckle resounded from his throat.

"Whole."

The transformation was a mistake. Syntax had never felt guilt for any of his scientific achievement before, and he did not feel guilt for helping the Spider Queen in her endeavor, bit this? This he felt guilt for.

Macaque was in pain. Constantly. Sometimes it was just a dull ache, other times he almost collapsed as something moved the way it shouldn't and he had to bite back a scream. But there was no taking it back now and Macaque reveled in "feeling whole" again.

Syntax felt a mix of awe and wonder whenever he looked at the demon. He was... handsome, the purples and blacks and silvers of his fur blending together properly now. His eyes brilliant gold and green. And when he wasn't in pain his smile was nice, soft even if he could call it that. He was unsure of how much of it was true, he knew the Six-Eared Macaque to be a trickster. But he hoped some of it was, at least when directed at him.

But when he was in pain his face twisted in a way that made Syntax sick to his stomach to see it each time the agony rang true on his face. But Macaque brushed it off, not seeming to pay it much mind. Not when he had his eyes and arms "back".

The Spider Queen agreed with him, he could tell, but probably not for the same reasons. She seemed frightened of him. Goliath and Huntsman were just scared of him too. They avoided him like he would kill them on sight.

Syntax, despite his guilt, welcomes his presence still. He was not frightened of Macaque in the least. No, he just felt guilt that he was in pain. And he would never not want to help him through that now. The spider monkie had grown attached to him, almost a constant companion at his side. And he had grown fond of him as well.

He learned that Macaque had a flair for the theater. He made shadow puppets when the Spider Queen wasn't watching, though for what purpose and what audience Syntax had not asked. He liked to watch Syntax work, and eventually as he started to rest his head on the human's shoulder he learned the rumbling from the second to last treatment was a purr. He didn't know demons could purr, let alone to speed up recovery from injuries.

But the day of the Lunar New Year was coming and Syntax could tell he had something else... someone else on his mind.

The next day was to be the day. Syntax's last chance to get the new formula and tech right. It almost felt like a repeat of the past treatments but with less screaming. He was worried.

Macaque wasn't, however. He had never been worried, assuring the Spider Queen (sometimes through growls and bared teeth) that it would be done in time. He'd been a success after all. (Syntax said nothing each time.)

They'd never been this close before, but Macaque had eventually dragged the scientist away from his computer for rest. Taken him to his room, sat on the bed with him, and just. Held him. Purring loud and deep and eventually Syntax was lulled into slumber sitting up against the soft-coarse fur of Macaque.

He realized that Macaque mattered to him more than he cared to admit.

Syntax had failed. His formula and tech hadn't worked. They only had one shot left, and there was no time for him to fix his mistakes before the end of the celebration. Macaque had been in too much pain, on the other side of the room, to tell Spider Queen off this time. It was all over...

Until she came. The young woman in white and blue. She'd done something, added an ingredient he had not been able to calculate for, and then...

"Let's give it a spin," Spider Queen had said with a smirk as she turned toward her human scientist... her human guinea pig.

"Wait, no!" Syntax backed up, knowing that it was almost pointless to attempt escape. There was nowhere to run. "I helped you! You need me! Maca-AGH!"

Before the spider monkie could rush to his side the little spider drone had jumped on Syntax, adhering itself to his face before he fell backward over some machinery. It crawled around him, situating itself on his back and digging in it's injectors and

pain agony pain pain something came out of his back pain another painpainhescreamedandscreamed ANOTHER AGONYISTHISWHATMACAQUEFELTPAIN one more

And then it was over. Syntax felt... nothing. No pain. No agony.

No... guilt.

He stood straight, facing forward before kneeling. He knew what he had to do.

"My queen."

Yes. His queen. The Spider Queen.

She was the only one who mattered to him.

He heard his name spoken from the other side of the room but paid it no mind. That voice didn't matter to him.

That wasn't the voice of his queen.

"Syntax?" Macaque called, unable to stand from his spot as his arms throbbed in ghost pain. He had tried to stand before, when the drone had lunged at him, but the pain shot through him for a split second and send him to his knees too quickly.

His screams... his screams made his ears pull back not from the pain of the volume but from fear and something else.

Then Syntax stopped screaming and stood and knelt before the Queen.

"Syntax!"

... he never responded.

Macaque wondered if this is what guilt felt like.

#oops all SAD #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #ship fic #hurt/comfort #six eared macaque #syntax #shadowcodingshipping #fun fact: Shadow Code is when devs include third-party code without approval or any safety validation #considering the way this ship came about here I THINK THAT FITS

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