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enhais · 4 years ago

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Hello I just found ur acc and i am in luv with ur writing :D i really enjoyed your enhypen yandere vampire reaction, it was amazing. if you have time, could you do a yandere vampire reaction where the s/o tries to snitch on them for being a vampire to another enhypen mem without knowing that all members are actually vampires? sorry if that doesnt make sense, like for example: lets say the s/o tells sunghoon that jay is a vamp because she wants to let sunghoon know about jay's yandere vampire actions but then sunghoon ends up telling jay what the s/o told them. i hope that makes better sense, take ur time and if u dont want to write this then thats okay, i understand :)

yandere vampire!reaction where the s/o tries to snitch on them for being a vampire to another enhypen (not really proofread)

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pairing: yandere, vampire!enhypen x gn!reader (i think)

genre: yandere, vampire, cute

a/n: i don’t know if this is what you wanted, im sorry... but i hope you like it anyway <3

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jungwon

last night you heard some strange noises in the kitchen, so you decided to check it out as some of the guys were still at work. when your eyes met with a sunghoon standing by the fridge drinking that thick red liquid you’ve seen a couple of times, you immediatly wish you just stayed in the living room.

sunghoon put the blood back in the fridge and made his way over to you, backing you up towards the wall and bending down to your height, “i know what you’re thinking and you’re right, there’s a vampire in the house, but i won’t hurt you because jungwon would kill me if i did.” he explained, his breath warm against your face and before he left he gave you a pat on the head. an infinite number of thoughts flew through your mind, are vampires real? is he just playing a prank on me? why would he say that jungwon would kill him? he wouldn’t hurt a fly... one thing was for certain though: you had to tell jungwon.

the next day, during breakfast, you went up to your significant other and quietly spoke in his ear so no one else heard, “i know you might find this weird, but sunghoon’s a- a vampire?” you straightened your posture and looked at him for an answer in which he only laughed, “what’s the matter, jungwon?” asked heeseung, his mouth filled with noodles, “my sweet little angel just told me sunghoon is a vampire.” he began and turned towards you, “we’re all vampires, baby.” sharp fangs replaced his canines and his eyes turned red, “don’t worry though, we would never hurt you.” his cold hand made its way to your thigh and stroked it reassuringly making you gulp and turning your head down.

heeseung

you were visiting your boyfriend, heeseung, at the belift building with coffee one day, but as you made your way to the individual practice rooms you saw jake and jay talking in the corridor. not thinking much of it, you went up and greeted the two. “hi y/n, you here to see heesung?” jake asked in which you nodded with a huge smile plastered on your face, “that’s cute.” your smile faded as you noticed jay wasn’t quite like himself - he was paler than ususal and seemed a bit dizzy, “is he alright?” you asked jake and turned to face the other guy, “jay? hello?” you waved your hand in front of his face, but jake stopped you, gripped your wrist tightly, “his senses are coming in.” he explained which only made you tilt your head to the side, questioning the situation, “oh, it’s like, i guess you can compare it to pms, maybe?” “jake, what are you talking about?” then he realised. heeseung must’ve not told you about the whole “vampire” thing, which he found a bit odd sinnce he was the one to start it. “just... go talk to heeseung. im sorry.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but left the two to be alone and made your way to heeseung instead. you knocked on the door and waited for a “come in” before walking in. you gave him the coffee and immediatly asked, “is jay a vampire? or what’s going on, huh?” heeseung choked on the drink and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, “where did that come from?” he looked at you with shock in his eyes, “i met jay and jake outside, in the corridor, and jake was telling me about jay’s “vampire senses”, so what’s going on?” you were confused, and a bit mad, and you had all the right to be. heeseung stood up, leaving the coffee on the floor, and grabbed you by the shoulders, “yeah, we’re transforming into vampires, it’s our comeback concept.” you shook your head, “no. not like that. jay was pale, and dizzy. you want to see it for yourself, go look.”

as soon as you said that, the two guys from earlier came in, jay still pale. “hyung, you have to do something, he won’t go back to normal.” jake rushed, putting jay down on the small couch. you looked at heeseung, “what is this?” he sighed, “i’ll fix it, alright. and im sorry, baby, we’re entering a blood phase or something like that? jay needs blood... you have all the right to be angry with me, but i didn’t want to scare you.” jake put his hand on your shoulder, “it’s alright, we’re still the same. kinda.”

jay

you had your thoughts about niki being a vampire for some time now. vampires weren’t known by everyone, but they definitely existed. your grandma used to tell you about vampires and werevolves, not as old tales, but from her own experiences. and you trusted her with every bit of your soul. so when you met niki at the company for the first time, you instantly had a hunch.

there you were, on your way to your bofriend’s dorm, taking a bit longer walk through the park. it was late, almost midnight, and no one was in sight. except for niki who was trying to get something down from a tree. you slowed down your pace to see what he was doing, only to find out he was waiting to catch a squirrel. you gasped and quickened the pace yet again, what the actual- you thought. he was eating a living squirrel? now you knew your hunch was right and you had to tell jay. but would he believe you?

jay way lying in bed, trying to sleep, but then he heard someone enter the door. he’d told you to come by and figured it was you, so he went to greet you. “y/n? why are you panting so hard? is something wrong?” sweat was covering your forehead and you had a hard time catching your breath. “niki. he-he’s a,” you took a deep breath, “vampire.” jay looked at you, confused and worried, “what did you see?” his big hand were on your shoulders as a way to calm you down, “he was eating a living squirrel.” then you heard the door unlock and a niki with a bloodied face came in, “hello.” your eyes widened, “im sorry you had to find out that way.” jay explained, pulling you into his embrace, “oh no... did she see me? im sorry, y/n...” niki took off his shoes and bowed apolegetically. you then turned around to face your significant other, “are you?” he nodded, “yeah... all of us.”

jake

you were hanging out with the guys in the living room where your monthly movie marathon was taking place. this time you decided to watch twilight. well, it wasn’t your decision, it was jay’s, but you didn’t complain, it was something you could laugh at. or so you thought.

in the middle of the first movie the guys began to complain about how it doesn’t work like that and oh that’s totally wrong. you didn’t care much for it, but when you looked at sunoo and heeseung pointing at their teeth, trying to prove a point, you saw that they were much sharper than usual. you cuddled back into jake’s warm embrace and looked up at him, gave him a kiss on the chin to get his attention, “what are they doing?” you asked and looked at the other direction to sunoo and heeseung. jake smiled and looked back a you, “twilight doesn’t give vampires or werewolves justice. i think they’re just checking the facts.”

the two of them looked in your direction and flashed their eyes red as to show you what he meant. “so you’re… vampires?” now the focus was on you and jake grabbed your hand tightly, “yeah. you aren’t scared, are you?” he mocked you, chuckling lightly as he knew you were getting more and more afraid. he could smell it. you looked around at the guys, “you won’t hurt me, right?” jake hummed, “maybe. but only if you give us a reason to.” he gave you a kiss on the crown of your head, “now, watch the movie.”

sunghoon

you, sunghoon and jake had decided to go out dinner the other day. you had just finished work and told sunghoon you’d be meeting them at the restaurant. when you got there, only jake was in sight. “hi! where’s sunghoon?” you asked while putting your bag on the chair and taking off your coat. jake grilled the meat on the barbecue and responded, “in the bathroom. how was work?” you nodded, “it was alright, thanks. what about you? how was practice?” he chuckled, “yeah, it’s going alright. we’re excited for the comeback. it really gives us a chance to show our true selves.” he placed a piece of meat on a lettuce and gave it to you, “what do you mean? what’s it about?” you are the wrap and sighed in content. you’d been so hungry yet didn’t have time to eat, so you were basically in heaven.

“vampires.” he said which made you choke on the food. he handed you a napkin and sunghoon came back, “hi baby, are you alright?” he gave you a peck on the cheek and sat down beside jake, “mhm.” you couldn’t respond just yet, giving jake time to explain. “i just told y/n about our concept.” giving sunghoon a look like you didn’t tell her yet?. your boyfriend widened his eyes, “you- uhh, no? what?” you swallowed what was left before speaking up, “sunghoon? what are you on about? are you-“ you leaned in so that only they could hear, “vampires?” they looked at each other before looking back at you and nodding.

you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to go home, but then again… sunghoon knew where you lived and he’d probably come take you back. you didn’t want to be hurt, nor your family to get the punishment, so you just sat back in the chair and accepted the situation.

after dinner, you went back to the dorm with the guys and decided to stay over night. “you don’t have to be scared. it’s not like twilight or any other cheesy vampire werewolf movie where we have beef with the other kind. we just have different abilities. i’ll protect you until the day i die.” sunghoon whispered as he caressed your face. you were half asleep and not really conscious, but that didn’t matter. he loved you and he wanted to make sure you knew that. you’ll always be his as he’ll always be yours.

sunoo

you and jungwon were out shopping for birthday gifts for sunoo after a long day of work. couples holding hands, old men and curious foreigners were out and about, making the atmosphere filled with noise and the smell coming from the food stalls were heavenly.

“do you think he’d like a shirt? or a bag?” jungwon asked pensively as he looked into the windows of the different stores. “he’s mentioned he’d like a silver necklace a couple of times, how does that sound?” you looked back at jungwon for reassurance. he nodded and the two of you proceeded to walk towards a store that seemed fitting.

suddenly jungwon stopped in his tracks and grunted in pain, making you a bit worried, “what’s wrong?” you put a hand on his shoulder and his eyes, now gleaming red, connected with yours. he chuckled before taking a deep breath, his eyes now back to normal, “the moon is almost in its prime. we’ll be alright though, don’t worry.” you continued to look for a gift, but it was difficult to put the incident behind you.

when you came back to the dorm later that day, you went up to sunoo and gave him a tight hug. he cooed, “he didn’t make you do something you didn’t want to, did he? you’re my baby.” you shook your head against his chest, “no, he was sweet. but, i think he’s something else…” sunoo raised his brow and you pulled away a bit to look up at him, “what do you mean?” his soft tone questioned, “i think he’s a-“ you began but were stopped by jungwon who appeared out of nowhere, “a vampire.” he chuckled, “she saw me changing for a second when we were looking for the gift.” a smile crept onto sunoo’s face, “maybe i should’ve told you earlier, huh?”

niki

rumors were going around that some idols were of a different… kind? they meant vampires, werewolves and such, but you had a difficult time understanding why they were thinking like that. those creatures only existed in movies and books, right? when you found out that jake was a vampire, you didn’t know what to do.

you were visiting the office one day, making sure to give some extra love and support to niki, your boyfie. then you saw jake practising in the individual room, so you decided to knock and check up on how things were going. he opened the door, forehead covered in sweat and the music turned down in the background. “y/n! how are youuu?” his puppy-like features made you smile brightly, “im good, just wanted to see how you were doing.” jake panted and gave you a nod, “it’s alright, it’s alright… you wanna come in?” you thought about it for a split second before agreeing. the mirror was a bit foggy and the floor a bit wet. he must’ve practiced really hard today, huh? you thought and sat down on the couch. water bottles were scattered in a corner and a small bottle of some sort of red liquid stood on the mixing table. “hey jake? what’s that drink?” you asked, pointing towards the bottle. his eyes followed your finger’s direction, “ahh, that’s what keeps us going. it’s blood, sometimes it’s iron vitamins, but that’s the good stuff.”.

your mouth opened slightly, not knowing what to believe. was he joking with you? jake noticed your expression and walked up to you, not wanting to scare you. “you didn’t know? niki didn’t tell you?” you shook your head slowly. then a couple of guys, niki and heeseung, came into the practice room to tell jake that he had a meeting with someone, “alright.” he said and was about to walk out, “oh, and niki, tell y/n that we’re vampires. it seems like you haven’t done your job like everyone else.”

niki’s eyes met yours and heeseung gave him a stern look, “you haven’t said anything yet?! oh my…” he left angrily and niki walked up to you, “im sorry. don’t be scared… we’ll protect you.” he gave you a hug, you were still in shock, “i love you.”

#enhypen #enhypen reaction #enhypen au #yandere enhypen #vampire!enhypen #enhypen imagine #kpop #kpop reaction #kpop au #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #kpop imagine #jay #niki #sunoo #jake #heeseung #sunghoon #jungwon

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aruuq · 3 years ago

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My first thirst on this acc, ‘cause I just saw this fanart of Inupi and oh god it got me thinking...... cw: not proofread; afab reader, ɴᴏᴛ sғᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ

Inupi who every day after school says goodbye to Koko, telling him that they’ll meet later at the BD meeting, and goes straight to pick you up from your school. Doesn’t matter if you’re finished with lessons or not, he doesn’t mind waiting. Sitting himself on his bike comfortably, he checks how much time he has left, and if it’s enough, he stops by some shop to buy you your fav snack or drink so you feel appreciated after an exhausting day at school.

The wind blows blond hair outta his pretty face, his heels nested confidently on the foot pegs

He waits under the building of your school ignoring all the weird glances of the people he doesn’t acknowledge the existence of. When Inui sees you, the soft smile appears on his tired face, and as he pulls you closer to his chest, hugging you tightly, he feels the happiest in his life.

Then he proceeds to drive you home, your hands wrapped tightly around his waist, trembling fingers clamping on his white jacket. Sometimes he speeds up on purpose only to scare you a bit so that he can feel even more of your fragile body pressed tight to his back. Inupi makes sure to kiss your forehead with tenderness after each ride, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, as he tells you how brave you were.

When he has to say goodbye to you, he feels empty. Seishu knows that duties await him, but only if he could stop time for a moment, he would do it without a second thought. But, as he pulls out of your driveway with a loud engine rumble, he tells himself that it’s fine, ‘cause everything will have its sweet repeat tomorrow evening after another day of school.

As the years pass by, this little tradition has never really faded away. It changed its form a little but didn’t disappear. Your chest, pressed against Seishu’s body, while he is riding with you to your shared house. The joy is filling him. The two things that he loves and treasures most are right now with him; you and his bike.

So when you finally parked in the garage, he could not hold back his happiness, wanting to share a bit of it with you. The man’s large hands grab your hips and push you onto your stomach on the motorcycle seat as his knuckles can’t stop making circles on your hip bones with hunger, rough palms stroking your butt before sliding your bottoms down. He grabs a fist of your flesh a second before he spanks your ass one, two, and three times. Then he repeats it until you are no more than a babbling mess, the pleasure of each slap making you moan with gratitude.

His greedy fingers reach for your cunt. Inui hisses, unbelting himself after the feeling of your warm slick around his digits deludes him. He wants to feel more of you. He needs to feel more.

Your chest is pushed into the leather of the saddle as the man fucks you dumb. It’s not a wholesome, lovely and nice Inupi you know on a daily basis. It’s the man guided by his most primal motives, the lust taking over him. He’s balls-deep in you, one of his palms on your side for balance, fingers sinking in the flesh of your belly, the other one holding your hair, pulling them hard with each of the thrusts.

But you let him do it with pleasure. He shoves his thick cock in-n-out of your pretty pussy, the smell of the gasoline in the garage mixing with your sweat as the air denses. At the end of a day it’s a situation without a loss. You’ve got at least three orgasms before you actually enter the house and his needy person is satisfied. At least before you’ve got to take a shower together, ‘cause then a new chapter in the history begins.

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shoutogepi · 5 years ago

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Red Roses

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.5k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), flowershop!au ]

themes : haaaa where to begin… almost dubcon?? (BEWARE!), dom!kiri, size kink!kiri, light spanking, tinyyy bit of ass play, little use of “Sir”

bio : Kirishima decides to educate you on the alternative meaning behind a red rose.

author’s note : this fic was meant to be for the @bnhabookclub provisional licensing exam event using their flowershop!au, but alas... i am a lazy procrastinator. anyway you should check them out!! i’ve absolutely loved being a part of something so great. also thanks to all who helped me with this fic <3 buuut special thanks to @lady-bakuhoe for beta reading <3

tagging: @queensynderella @marilla-eldriana @1-800-callmekatsuki @hisoknen

also available on AO3 here

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🅃he bell tinkles overhead as you step into the quaint store, palm clammy against the metal doorknob and chest tight with apprehension.

“Y/N! Thank god for you,” your friend exclaims from behind the register, sliding over the counter with ease. She shoves the apron she’s holding into your hands before attempting to throw her hair into a messy bun. “I cannot believe my sitter cancelled on me this last minute— my husband has to be out of the house in ten minutes!”

You smile at her gratefulness, but your eyes are not on her. The curtains on the back room part and out steps the store owner, red eyes landing on you. “Y/N,” he greets you, the timbre of his voice low and cool. You nod and smile hesitantly toward him, shifting your attention back to your friend even though you can feel his gaze raking over your body.

Yuki wags a disapproving finger toward the man behind the counter, “Kiri, you better take good care of her!” She commands with a playful yet firm tone, body already halfway through the door you’d just come in through.

Your entire being screams out for you to beg her to stay, but you hold your tongue as you recall it was you who said you’d cover her shift. She already seems to have had the stress lifted from her shoulders at your arrival, and you can’t bear to back out after coming all the way here.

Looking back toward the source of your stress, you can’t help but admire him. Scarlet locks hang down around his face, majority pulled back into a sleek, short ponytail to give you a better view of his handsome face— jawline sharp as his teeth and the scar on his forehead slicing through his brow. He’s tall; well over six foot with rippling muscles adorning his long, tan arms. He’s wearing a crisp, white button down rolled up to the elbows, black and red ink poking out of the hem and trailing down his forearms. The store’s pine green apron is pulled snug around his figure, accentuating his broad chest and narrow hips. You already know his ass looks incredible, even though it’s hidden by the plastic countertop. He’s a five course meal on legs, for Christ’s sake, but you know better than to get ideas— he’s a player.

“Of course,” Kirishima replies across the store after her retreating form. His eyes drift over to you, catching your stare. “I’ll take great care of her.”

The door closes, sealing you to your fate with the red beast of a man. For a moment you just stand there, frozen as your mind runs through a thousand thoughts. Before he can comment about your blatant staring, you rip your eyes away from his, throwing the neck of the apron above your head. Tugging the tie around the back of your waist, your fingers fumble with the thick material as you turn to face him again. “So what should I work on?”

He seems amused at your question, even though it’s extremely valid. Not even bothering to hide the generous once-over he gives you when you've finally tightened the bow behind your back, he takes his time to answer you. “Yuki usually does the ordering for next week’s shipments tonight, but I’ll do that. You can put together some bouquets— I’ll give you one to follow off of.”

You’re honestly surprised that he’s giving you real work to do, but then again, you are covering a shift after all. Kirishima shows you the corner behind the counter designated for bouquet assembly, and he helps you make the first bouquet before he slips away behind the curtains of the back room once again, leaving you alone in the store.

He’d picked a simple bouquet for you to reproduce; a dozen red roses with a few sprigs of baby’s breath and a touch of greenery. The work is pleasantly methodic to complete, and by the time the sky is dark, a small sense of pride blooms in your chest at the pile of bouquets you’d managed to complete. It’s five minutes to close, and not a single customer has come into the store in the last hour. You’re snipping the ends off of the last branch of baby’s breath when you hear the rustle of the curtains behind you.

Immediately the atmosphere of the room changes. The once warm and light mood that filled the shop dissipates, replaced with a heavy, silent tension that causes trepidation to ooze into your veins.

“These look pretty good, Y/N,” Kirishima speaks from behind you, thick fingers moving over the packages of cellophane in a slow, analytical sweep. You roll your eyes, wondering if he’d thought you’d do a shit job or something.

You open your mouth to give him a curt thanks, but your voice dies in your throat as you feel his presence a hair’s breadth from your backside. The heat that rolls off of him licks at your skin through your clothes, your hands fixed midair.

“Though this one’s a little off,” he murmurs, breath washing over the shell of your ear. His hands come into your field of vision, arms absurdly thick and just generally large in comparison to you. His hands are just as big, dwarfing yours as he plucks the dainty flower from your stiff fingers.

The tattoos that peek out from the cuff of his sleeves hold a certain gravity that captures your stare. You watch him tuck the stem among the bouquet in your peripheral, placing it in precisely the perfect location to make the ensemble flawless.

Your stomach lurches when his chest brushes against your shoulders, fingers turning in on themselves to form to meager fists that you place atop the counter. “There,” he whispers, and you can feel just how close his lips are to touching your ear.

His voice does something to you; up close like this it sounds almost akin to how a tiger’s purr rumbles through its whole body. Except it’s your body that it thunders through, an unwanted heat beginning to form between your thighs. You shift your legs slightly, bringing your feet closer together in an attempt to mitigate the sensation.

You nearly gasp when he pulls away, eyelids fluttering shut in relief.

“You’re actually pretty good at this,” he comments, returning to the pile of bouquets that rest along the countertop. He starts to tuck them into his arms, red gaze flickering to gauge your expression. There’s a knowing gleam in his eyes, and you try your best not to allow heat to flood into your cheeks. But he doesn’t push it any further, turning and walking around the counter to crouch in front of one of the fridges that line the wall. You find yourself wishing for the cool air to wash over your own face, and you grab a few bouquets before making your way over to him.

You kneel down next to him, slightly annoyed that even sitting down he’s still at least a head taller than you. Stupid proportional man. You open the door and prop it open against your hip, leaning in to place the fresh bouquets inside an empty bucket, following Kirishima’s lead.

Kirishima watches you from the corner of his eye for a moment. “Thank you,” he says as he continues to fill the buckets in front of him, “for filling in for Yuki, I mean. The shop doesn’t look too busy but it needs two people to keep it up and running, so… I appreciate you coming in.”

His words are unexpected, and they bring a fresh wave of heat to your cheeks. You’d never seen the playboy be so openly appreciative before, although honestly you’ve only seen the fuckboy side of him— the one that eyes you down, and blatantly flirts with you when you come to visit your friend during her shifts. “Of course, Kiri,” you reply automatically. The burning in your cheeks only intensifies when you realize you’ve addressed him so informally, but when you turn to apologize to him, you find he’s much too close for comfort. He’s leaned in, taking you by surprise as the scent of his deep, savory cologne wafts into your face. Those carmine eyes piece into yours, making your stomach fill with butterflies, flapping round your stomach in a concoction of nerves and— you hate to admit it— hunger.

“You’ve done such good work today, Y/N,” he nearly whispers, and you watch as his full lips part to utter the words, sharp fangs glinting at you. Before you lose yourself to the moment, he stands, mollifying the intensity and severing you from the invisible string that pulls your gaze to his. You hesitantly take the hand he reaches out to you, trying not to think about how truly huge it is compared to yours. He pulls you up effortlessly, and you still as his other hand comes to touch the back of your waist when you all but collide into his chest. “Sorry,” he says but you wouldn’t deem his tone apologetic, “you’re so dainty, y’know— like a flower.”

You turn on your heel to face the other direction, hoping he doesn’t notice how much his comment affects you; you’re sure you look like a bird with fluffed, ruffled feathers— you certainly feel that way at least. You let out an awkward laugh as you take a hasty step toward the register, your body wanting nothing more than to rid itself of this infuriatingly delicious heat that Kirishima’s words create underneath your skin, licking and crawling along your bones. Finding yourself safely harbored behind the counter once again, your eyes fall to the nearly-completed bouquet you were just wrapping up when Kirishima exited the back room. Your fingers reach for a sprig of greenery, flat wide leaves fanning out in an elegant manner that could only accentuate the beauty and simplicity of the red bouquet.

But your sense of security is proven false, for Kirishima’s deep, demanding voice trickles like honey into your ears. “Red roses are accepted as the symbol of love all around the world,” he pauses for dramatic effect, and you hate to admit you’re left teetering on the edge of your metaphorical seat waiting for his next words, “but true florists know they convey another meaning.”

By the clarity of his diction you can tell he’s standing not far behind you, probably a step or two away. You can feel your heart rate spike again, your breath catching as you wonder what his next move will be. “And what’s that?” You reply dryly but it comes out more like a breathless whisper.

His thick forearms intrude your vision and settle on either side of your figure, leaving just a touch of space from your flesh. Your nearly shaking fingers drop the twig of leaves when he reaches between your hands, plucking a single thorny stem from the assembly before you and holding the soft, velvety petals to the tip of your nose. He doesn’t have to say the words for you to know to take a sniff of the blossom, and you inhale as much as your lungs will take before he answers your question, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“Desire.”

Your body freezes completely, too shocked to even draw in a breath of air, when his pointy teeth graze the very tip of your ear. Jaw hanging at his sheer impudence, you’re still as a statue when he moves the soft swell of the bloom across your far cheek, soft petals trailing along your fiery skin. The action tickles slightly, causing your head to turn toward his face that hangs down above your shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he coos, and again there’s that rumble in his voice that resonates through your frame. He drops the flower, not caring to even spare a glance as it falls from his fingertips. The digits move to cup your chin, middle finger pushing the corner of your jaw to swing your face directly in front of his. Simmering red eyes stare deep into yours, flickering toward your lips briefly before he decides he no longer wants to drag this out.

You’re horrified to moan so unabashedly when his lips press against yours in a vicious siege, dominating them and claiming them as his. His kiss is rough, as if he can’t hold himself back from his beast-like passion, yet it’s much more meaningful and encaptivating than you’d imagined it would be. His arm slithers around your hips to place his hand atop your ribs. Your eyes widen at his undisguised motive, and you open your mouth to call him out— but before you can pull away to tell him to stop, his tongue slips between your lips. Knees wobbly at the sudden intrusion, your tongue begins to move with his, stroking, and swirling, and tangling into one sexy, sloppy mess. His hand slips from its place on your ribs, drifting underneath the side of your apron and cupping your entire breast— not much of a challenge for his large palm.

Kirishima moans into your mouth at your acceptance, and you can only croak out a small whimper of reciprocation. His hand is hot through the nearly sheer fabric of your blouse, and the bra does not do much to block his calloused hands from your chest. His other hand continues to grip your jaw, just hard enough so you’d have to struggle to pull away from him. That is, if you were ever to want to pull away from him.

Your hands are still frozen in front of you, unsure what exactly to do in this situation. Mind completely exhausted of all higher levels of thought, the only emotions you can recognize are lust and satisfaction. Actually, your brain is so hazy with these feelings that you don’t even complain when he starts to undo the tie at the back of your apron. His teeth drag across your bottom lip, the sharp edges not quite pressed hard enough to cut you, but for some reason it brings an unexpected thrill. Pulling away from your mouth, Kirishima’s lips meander across your jaw, his hand tilting your head up so he can continue his journey to your throat. He sucks on the tender flesh there, inhaling your sweet and clean scent as his tongue washes against your skin. You gasp at his brazen action, ass pushing against his hips to discover something long and thick there. Teeth prick into your flesh just a touch too hard, but he’s let go of you after only a minute, and he traces over the small wounds with careful licks.

“Do you,” you suck in short breath when he squeezes your breast, your words faltering, “Do you do this with all your employees?” You taunt, but Kirishima can recognize the doubt in your tone. It’s hidden under false scorn, but your question is pure and filled with true intent.

He pauses his treatment on your neck for a spell, and when he speaks, the wet skin on your throat feels cold as his breath falls upon it. “Of course not,” he purrs, raising his head to take your earlobe between his teeth, pulling away and sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. Your body jolts at the stimulation, and your bottom brushes against his crotch again. This time, his hand moves from your breast to wrap around your waist, securing you in place. He presses his concealed cock against the swell of your ass, and you bite your lip at the sheer size of him. Leaning in, he places a long stripe on the side of your ear with his hot tongue, and you can hear the teasing dripping from his voice. “Only with the pretty ones who beg for it.”

Kirishima’s hips rut against your ass, and he holds you in place so that the gentle grind he offers is felt in full effect. You nearly moan at the feeling of his hot length rubbing against you, your pussy starting to leak onto your panties. Of course you know he’s been around, but he’s so sexy— and he’s got to be good at what he does with all that experience.

He pauses, angling your face to still in front of his again. There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and a pleased smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth. He turns your face away again, and your eyes fall shut as his nose scrapes along your cheek. “Yuki says to stay away from you,” he grumbles, lips pressing against your cheek as he speaks, a groan slipping from his parted lips as he rolls his hips into yours particularly hard. Your bottom lip is held prisoner between your teeth in a desperate attempt to hold in the moan that craves to be set free. “Says a good girl like you is too good for me to be messin’ around with.” His words convey a dash of irritation, and you’re caught off-guard at the seasoning of disdain.

You wonder when she’d told him that— when they’d talked about you— but Kirishima does not allow you another moment to ponder it. He kisses you again, and all thoughts are cleansed from your brain as his lips seize yours. The hand on your chin drops and you gasp as it lands on the hem of your skirt, curling around you so his hot palm rests on your inner thigh, just a short distance from your soaked panties. Your feet move to draw your legs together, and your quivering thighs rub against his hand as you struggle to make your body move to your will. Pulling back to fill your lungs with fresh air, you mumble against his lips, “Kirishima, that’s—”

“But I know you’re not all that innocent,” he continues, fingertips brushing over the saturated lace. He groans as he traces along your slit, delighted to find you’re more than aroused from all his touching and teasing. Your cheeks feel impossibly hot, and you let out a soft whimper as he grazes over your clit a few times, your head falling back against his broad chest. Kirishima takes in your lustful expression, and the way your eyelashes flutter at him makes his cock twitch in his pants. “You’re so wet, sweetheart— fuck, you’re a naughty little thing. Y’want this, huh?”

Even though you only give him the slightest nod, he seems to accept your response, for his grip around your waist tightens considerably, pulling you flush against him. His hips buck against yours and you moan aloud when the clothed tip of his cock rubs against your panties through your skirt. You can’t even react when he spins you around, your head feeling fuzzy and laden with desire. He grabs your hips, easily placing you on the edge of the countertop before his fingers move to rip off your apron, then coming to undo the buttons at the front of your blouse. “The— The store,” you pant, eyes darting toward the door that currently sports the ‘open’ side of the sign. You swallow thickly when Kirishima falls to his knees, landing at the perfect height for him to put his head between your thighs.

His hands move to snag the hips of your panties, and you nearly whine in embarrassment when he slides the item down your legs, a thick string of your lust connecting the material to your pussy before it severs. Kirishima only moans in awe, pride oozing into his system as he takes in how drenched you are for him. He shoves the soiled lace into his pocket, and you whine at the action, about to complain but he cuts you off. “Don’t worry, Princess. No one’s gonna bother us,” he breathes out as he comes closer to your weeping core, your slick trickling down your ass cheek to drip onto the countertop.

White hot mortification bursts through you as he takes a long whiff of your pussy, and you squirm to move backwards but rough hands trap your thighs open, dragging your ass to hang halfway off the edge. He smirks as he looks up at you, examining your flustered expression.

“You ‘dunno how long I’ve wanted to have a taste of this sweet little pussy,” he growls, and your hands fly to the end of the counter to steady yourself, grasping onto it tightly. He chuckles when your cunt twitches before him at his words, his hands spreading your thighs apart into an obtuse angle, moving forward to drag his nose along your slick folds. You whimper at the contact, clenching around nothing as he teases you, your mouth falling open to suck in ragged breaths of air. His tongue darts out just slightly, and he runs the tip along your slit, separating your folds and savoring how your thighs shake underneath his grasp. “Mmmm,” he moans, sending tiny vibrations echoing through your sopping cunt, “good girls always taste the best.”

You can’t bear to look at him any longer, and you move your hand to place your curled knuckle between your teeth as his tongue creeps out, the flat muscle petting over your entrance slowly. His teeth graze your clit and you whine at the stimulation, the smooth enamel sliding across your bundle of nerves easily. His tongue is slow and playful, stroking you and avoiding where he knows you want him most.

Kirishima nuzzles into your cunt, rubbing your clit again with a lewd snarl pulling up his lips. “Look at me,” he commands and you follow his direction instantly, eyes blown wide with lust and tongue pressed tight against your knuckle. He groans at the sight, and you only shift your hips in his grasp to try to get closer to his mouth. Those scarlet eyes find yours once again, and you struggle to hold his gaze as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it in and rolling his tongue over it. He moves the muscle hard against you, just fast enough to have you moaning out, your hand flying from your mouth to grasp the top of his crimson hair. Pulling away briefly, he blows a small huff of air across your heat, shit-eating grin splitting to gloat. “Doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart? Be a good girl and keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Your lips waver as they press into a firm line, your thighs straining to close at the intensity when he sucks your clit into his mouth again. But his massive hands hold your legs apart without any effort, and he lashes his tongue against you without mercy. There is nothing more you want other than to throw your head back and close your eyes, jaw hanging open and heated pants drifting out, but you force your gaze to remain on the man between your legs. Your fingernails scrape against his scalp as you try to find some way to channel the pleasure he introduces to your body, but the action only seems to spur him on. One hand leaves your thigh only for his other arm to wrap right around your ass, and your hips buck helplessly against his face when a fingertip prods your slicked entrance.

Kirishima does not ask for permission, and you suck in a silent gasp as his finger spreads your pussy, shock and pleasure shooting through your limbs at the stretch just one finger provides. “You seem a little quiet, sweetheart. Wanna hear that sweet voice of yours again,” he growls against your pussy, tongue flicking down to trail along the edges of his finger lodged deep inside of you.

You can only whimper as he glides the digit out, pushing it back inside slowly and nearly making your eyes roll back in your skull. His finger is already so long and thick— god, if you had fingers like that you could probably make yourself cum in—

A shriek of bliss rips from your lungs as he thrusts his finger into you, curling toward himself and rubbing some place your fingers have never reached. There’s a cocky grin on his face, and you hate to admit he looks so good looking up at you like that from between your legs, but you can’t bring yourself to form any words. “That was cute,” he chuckles, jagged teeth nipping gently at your pearl again and forcing your entire body twitch against him. He makes sure to capture your full attention before he finishes his thought, the corners of his lip curling with something darker. “Is that the best you’ve got? I think you can do better.”

He’s anything but gentle, the heel of his palm rubbing against your folds as he fucks his finger into you at a rapid pace. You’re seeing stars flash before your eyes, the sliver of sanity you were so desperately clinging to ripped from your grasp. You cry out when his mouth returns to your clit, sucking, and flicking, and slurping. Your eyes just won’t stay open, jaw losing the opposite battle as it hangs ajar, broken and unrestrained moans tumbling out like a burst dam.

Kirishima seems satisfied with your reaction, and he begins to groan against your cunt. You’re dripping with enough slick to coat the entire lower half of his face, and the vibrations from his throat only reverberate through your pussy, making you sharply tug on his hair.

“K-Kirishima,” you pant, a plea about to leave your lips. You’re not sure if you want to beg him to stop, or to give you even more. But Kirishima makes that decision for you.

A strained gasp slices though you when his finger slides out of you, only to be pressed against another digit and shoved into you. The unexpected addition causes you to yelp, a strained moan purring out of you as he allows a few slow strokes for you to adjust. Jesus, having two of his fingers in you feels like you’re being stuffed already— a fleeting pang of fear shooting through you as you wonder what his cock will feel like. But you’re not allowed to ponder the thought, his fingers picking up the pace and curling against that spongy spot again.

Body squirming with bliss, your hips thrash in his hold, switching between scooting back and forth, rocking yourself against his mouth. Kirishima can feel your cunt begin to tighten snug round his thick fingers, your walls fluttering and pulsing at his rough but generous stimulation. “Gonna cum? Bet you make sucha pretty face when you cum, come on sweetheart,” he murmurs, slick lips kissing along the top of your pussy, across your clit. You would’ve cum already if he just kept that sly mouth of his on your clit, and you don’t expect his next words to affect you so much as you cum all over his hand. “Sooner you cum, sooner I can split you open with this cock. You want that, right? Wanna have me fuck that tight little cunt— y’wanna be my good girl, huh?”

Kirishima holds your hips close, arm tightening around your bottom as your body spasms with your orgasm, euphoria zipping through your entirety. The broken moan that rings out into the room makes his cock pulse in his pants, trousers feeling suddenly much too snug for his liking. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy, thighs quivering atop the counter and toes curled in your sneakers.

Finally he allows you a moment to breathe, fingers slipping out of your pussy and standing before you. His arm slides up with him, snagging around your waist to lay his palm flat against your shoulder blade and hold you upright. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirks as your eyes finally open, only to catch him tracing his tongue along the fingers that just brought you to heaven’s gates.

Your palms land on the broad expanse of his chest, fingers curling around straps of his apron. He laughs as you whine gently, ducking down a considerable distance and allowing you to slip the loop over his head. You undo his shirt as your lips collide, this time in a sloppy and desperate kiss. His tongue rolls over yours in your mouth as he tugs your bra to rest on top of your chest, your breasts spilling out into his eager palm. He thumbs over your nipples and growls against your mouth, and you whimper and allow your fingers to spread across the flesh of his chest. When you open your eyes, you notice a black and red dragon carved into the top of his pec, dipping halfway down from his collar bone and curling around his shoulder down the length of his arm.

Shirts thrown to the floor in crumpled heaps, you trail your fingers down his hard six pack, thumb combing through a neat trail of black above the button of his jeans. Digits running down to cup his hard length, you look at him with wanton eyes and groan. “Wanna taste you, Kiri.”

Kirishima clicks his tongue in his mouth, a beefy hand wrapping around your wrist entirely and steering your hand to rest on the bulge on his thigh. Your eyes widen almost comically, your throat drying and pussy tightening with a cocktail of apprehension and excitement. He leans down to run his tongue along the column of your throat before he pulls back with a brief nibble to your jaw, locking eyes with you. “I don’t think a sweet girl like you can handle taking me in your mouth.”

His fingers move to undo the button on his jeans, the suspense thick in the air as you watch in awe. He tugs the jeans to rest beneath his ass, the bulge in his black boxer-briefs already indicating you might be in for more than you can handle. You try not to let your jaw drop when his cock springs free, swollen tip glazed with a sheen of pre and pulsing veins decorating the entire shaft. Hand around the base of his cock, you whimper as it only covers half his length— his fist is already considerably bigger than yours and suddenly you’re in fear for your pussy.

Kirishima laughs at your expression, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and smoothing the hair from your forehead. “Don’t worry Princess,” he murmurs, arm around your waist again to push your hips to the very edge of the countertop. Your pussy twitches when the head of his cock brushes your folds, and you find yourself wondering if you’re about to be in a world of pain or pleasure. Probably both. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing gentle, wet kisses there.

“I don’t— I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you croak out, arms hesitantly wrapping around his neck. Yet your legs spread on their own accord, inching forward so his cock rubs against your opening.

Kirishima purrs at the action, licking his lips against your throat. “We’ll make it fit, sweetheart.” He brings his hand up to his mouth and spits into it, the crude noise making you flinch and wrinkle your nose in disgust. But it doesn’t last for long— any conscious thought leaves your brain when you glance down, seeing him stroke the top half of his cock with his slick hand. Biting your lip, you close your eyes and pull him closer, trying to prepare yourself for whatever is about to come.

Thankfully his movements are slow as he pushes into your wet cunt, and you’re surprised how easily his length slides into you. The stretch is unreal— unlike anything you’ve ever felt before— and it takes all your willpower not to clench around him for you know that will just cause you further discomfort. He only enters you halfway, grip tight on your waist as if he’s having a hard time controlling himself. Sighing against the flushed skin of your neck, he moves to kiss you again, lips tender and careful.

You whimper when he gives a tentative thrust, your nails clawing into the muscles lining the top of his shoulder. His cock is so thick, and knowing it’s only halfway inside you has your stomach twisting in terror. He’s goddamn huge. It takes a few more gentle thrusts for your grip on him to loosen, and your body relaxes slightly in his arms.

Kirishima clearly has enough experience with this, because the pace he sets is perfect. His hands slide all over your body, cupping and squeezing every inch of flesh he can find. Hips rock into yours at a slow, benevolent pace, your pussy stretched wide around him and fluttering as his thick veins drag along your velvet walls. Lips finding yours again, his tongue and pointed teeth distract you as with each thrust his cock shifts a tiny bit deeper inside of you.

At some point you start to moan, head falling back and mouth open wide as long, unadulterated sounds float out from the bottom of your lungs. Kirishima’s pace hastens, hands landing on your hips and thrusting into you swiftly. His cock is making your head spin, brain full of fog as your heart hammers in your ribs. He swears as his rough hand claps atop your ass cheek, taking note of the way your pussy shivers around him and a sharp squeak is summoned from your lips. “God you’re fuckin’ tight sweetheart— fuck, you a virgin?” He moans, fingers biting into the reddened skin on your ass. When you shake your head at him, he questions how on earth it is possible for you to be this snug around him, but he makes sure to thank whatever deity there is for it.

You cry out when his thumb greets your clit, and he fights to maintain his measured pace at the way your cunt squeezes so tightly. Your slick is dripping onto the countertop, his cock buried deep in your core, again and again. His added stimulation to your clit has you gasping for breath, a coil in your stomach filling with pressure. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod Kiri please don’t stoppp,” you beg, pupils drifting up into your skull and your hands flying all over his torso, grabbing whatever skin you can reach.

Kirishima groans, palm pushing your tailbone forward so your hips bump against his. You scream at the full intensity of his cock inside of you; every inch and every vein setting fire to your insides, his thumb relentless on your clit. Your vision turns white as you reach your peak, your body seizing in ecstasy. Pulling him close, you wheeze for breath against his chest, his thumb never stilling its movement on your clit until you grab his wrist and rip him off of you, overwhelmed with the bliss from your orgasm rippling through every bone in your body. He’s still moving inside of you— albeit at a snail's pace— but it’s enough for him to prolong the pleasure simmering in your veins.

Finally you collapse into his chest, mind numb and eyelids too heavy to keep open, your lips pressing clumsy kisses into his skin. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, his fingers carding through your tresses. “Now, that was cute, Princess,” he says, the amusement in his tone laced with something darker. His fingers curl in your hair, pulling your neck back so your head tilts up to meet his sinister gaze. “But you didn’t get permission to cum, did you?”

Your heart begins to race, your stomach plummeting as he holds your gaze without vigilance. You whine as he pulls out of you, your cunt never feeling this empty before as his hot length disappears. Kirishima picks you up without effort, biceps swelling with intricate swirls of charcoal ink. He places you on wobbling feet before spinning you around, your hands flying out to grab the counter as he shoves your shoulder down.

“That makes you a bad girl, Y/N.”

Horror streaks through your every limb, and yet, only a sinful moan wanders out of you, your feet moving apart and thighs spreading for him to fit between. You crane your head to look at him, drinking up the beautiful man behind you. Broad shoulders trail into a broad, thick chest, tapering down to a tight and powerful waist. Each muscle on his body is prominent and enticing, covered snugly with tan skin that glimmers with a sheen of sweat. His red hair hangs to frame his handsome face, mostly still tugged back into his low ponytail.

As if reading your mind, he moves a hand back and snags the tie off, vibrant locks of scarlet licking the tops of his shoulders. Running a hand over his forehead, he looks at you with a predatory gaze, a smirk curling up one side of his lips. “Y’know what happens to bad girls, right?” You bite your lip and shake your head, egging him on as the top of his cock traces around your opening. “Bad girls get punished.”

The loudest scream of the night rips through you as he thrusts into you without warning, his cock hitting all different kinds of places than before in this new position. Kirishima doesn’t allow you a moment to adjust; he starts slapping his hips against your ass roughly, fist gripping the hair near your scalp again and pulling it tight so your back arches. You cannot breathe, or speak, or think— but somehow his name slips out of your mouth between all the moans.

A harsh slap across your ass sounds, the sting causing your pussy to quiver around his length. “Bad girls don’t get to use my name,” he growls into your ear, leaning over your body to take the tip of your ear between his teeth.

Your eyes are crossed in pleasure, your expression probably comforted into the most lewd, carnal face you’ve ever made. His cock is too big, and you know you won’t be able to walk right tomorrow, but maybe that adds to why it feels so fucking good right now.

“You’re makin’ this seem like a reward, not a punishment, Princess. You like taking it rough, huh?” He teases, pulling your head back by your hair and eliciting another moan from you. “Answer me.”

His cock pounds into your cunt, the sheer stretch enough to make you cum, let alone the length. Your lungs begin to shake as you feel your orgasm building again between your legs. “Yes Sir!” You yelp when his palm cracks against your ass again, your knees wobbly and the pressure continuing to build.

Your reply makes his cock twitch inside of you, and Kirishima sucks in a cool breath of air between clenched teeth. His hand grips the bottom of your thigh, and you cry out when he hikes your knee onto the countertop, cock drilling into you even deeper than before.

Your pussy twitches as you cum instantly, a drawn-out moan vibrating through your throat. Fingernails scraping along the countertop in your gaze of euphoria, Kirishima is forced to halt his assault on your cunt as it squeezes him tightly, his teeth piercing into his lip in pleasure. But as soon as your cunt loosens, he’s fucking into you with renewed vigor, your hips knocking into the counter as he plunges his massive cock into your sloppy heat. “You just don’t fuckin’ learn,” he snarls, wrist twisting to pull your hair tighter, bending your spine to his will.

“I’m sorry Sir,” you choke out, tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks. Each thrust brushes your cervix and it hurts, but at the same time the intensity of it all feels incredible. “I didn’t know I could… could cum so q-quick! Please, Sir— ah!— Please forgive me!”

Kirishima tosses his head back at your admission, your apology immediately accepted. His hand slips from your hair to your throat, turning your head so he can see your face as he pounds into you without mercy. The tears slipping down your cheeks make your eyes sparkle and he groans, his own end in near reach and only approaching quicker at the sight of you. “Y’look so pretty when you cry, sweetheart— shit, I know you have one more for me,” he leans in and pokes his tongue out to collect a salty tear, kissing the wet skin on your cheek. His thumb on your throat wanders to your lips, and you take the digit into your mouth with enthusiasm, keeping your eyes locked with his.

You whimper around his finger when his other hand comes around to circle your puffy clit, already overstimulated and thighs shaking. Your legs try to close but he keeps them spread apart, cock still ramming into you as his lips trail down to your neck. His hand on your throat loosens and comes to rest on your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and tracing his slippery thumb over your puckered hole. Your eyes widen with shock, and you force your voice to work even though it comes out scratchy and breathless. “W-What are you— Kiri wait, that’s—”

“Have you ever had anything in here, Princess?” He inquires as his thumb slips into you, making you shriek at the fiery stretch. Pushing the digit into your ass, he moans at the sight of you sucking in his thumb so obediently, your hole trembling and squeezing round his finger.

You shake your head, at a loss for words once again. You can feel his cock rub against his finger through your walls, and though it’s a foreign, unfamiliar sensation, it’s far from unwelcome. More tears of pure pleasure descend from your lashes, the combination of all his stimulation driving you insane. You can feel your climax building with every thrust, your walls dragging along his cock and his finger, his other hand rolling your clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me, it’s alright,” he purrs, balls feeling tight with his near release. His fingers pinch and rub all over your slick clit, and you mewl out as that familiar pressure heightens in your stomach. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Show me how good you are, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t allow you a second to think, and you whine out for him when his hips crash against your ass, shoving his entire cock inside your soaked hole and spreading your aching walls. The spot he’s hitting with the head of his cock causes your eyes to cross— you didn’t even know it existed before now— and suddenly everything is too much, and you’re crying out his name as your orgasm tears through you.

Kirishima gives a few more hard thrusts before he’s there too, the tips of his teeth piercing into your neck as he floods your pussy with his heavy load. Your cunt pulses around him, milking out every drop he has to offer as you’re thrown into waves of complete euphoria. Eyes closed, toes and fingers coiled tight in pleasure, you whimper as he gives your clit a few more rubs before his hand moves up to push his hair back. “Good girl,” he praises, hot palms sliding along your curves and rubbing circles into your skin.

You’re totally spent; body limp atop the countertop, nipples hard and hot against the cool plastic, tears drying on your cheeks, ass feeling warm and fuzzy, and pussy trembling with the aftershocks of your climax. Kirishima is careful when he pulls out, and you can’t even find the energy to make a noise of complaint at the emptiness between your legs. You can feel his release begin to dribble out of your abused hole, and your body twitches when he presses his thumb in to shove his seed back inside.

He sighs as he grabs a paper towel from the sink behind him, dragging it along his weeping, yet still impressive, length. As you’re still catching your breath, he walks around the counter and into your field of vision, tucking himself back into his pants nonchalantly. When he reaches the door, he flips the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed’ before sauntering over to you, eyes trained on yours. “Well, sweetheart,” he chuckles, gaze raking over your exhausted form, still collapsed on top of the counter in a sedated-like state. He reaches forward, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he smiles brightly, but a shadow of something more ominous lingers in those scarlet eyes. “You’re gonna have to cover Yuki’s shifts more often.”

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The Demon Brothers: Behind Closed Doors

I’ve fallen back into Obey Me recently and was talking to my friend about how Asmo and Luci probably act when no one else is around and I wanted to write it lol

Lucifer

• simp alert ??

• he cuddles you a lot, wrapping you tightly in his arms and sniffs your hair

• is always the first to notice when you run out of shampoo / conditioner and have to switch (he orders a ridiculous amount of it so your hair goes back to the smell he’s used to)

• If he can’t be holding your body then he’s at least holding your hand, or has a hand on your thigh somewhere

• can read you like a book, so whenever you’ve had a bad day he scoops you up and carries you to a warm bath

• he either sits in it with you or gives you space, whichever you prefer

• he’s had plenty of sexual partners over the millennium, but you’re the first person he’s let into his heart and see the deeper side of him

• is actively talking to Diavolo about letting you permanently move to the Devildom, if you want to stay, that is

Mammon

• tries to make moves on you all the damn time, but stops once you shut him down

• the fact that you’re genuinely in love with him for more than his looks (/ occasional money) baffles him, so he lets his sense of humor shine through

• loves making you laugh more than anything else in the world (even gambling !)

• his eyes are filled with genuine love when he looks at you, which often leads to you kissing him

• which may or may not get more heated, because it’s Mammon after all and he’s a damn good kisser

• you never sleep alone again bc he loves spooning you as you fall asleep

Leviathan

• f l u s t e r e d

• he’s more surprised that you’re into his looks than anything else, so when you climb on top of him that first night and press your body against him...

• before you know it Lucifer is knocking on the door because breakfast was an hour ago and neither of you were there, but it sure sounded like you were awake

• he’s an otaku, man has more toys than you can believe, and you’ll be damned if you don’t try them all

• but then once you’re done and you’re laying with your head against his chest he is soft, whispering how much you mean to him and how he’s going to treasure every second he has with you

• oh also when you casually repeat something about one of his games that he told you about earlier, his eyes are filled with such genuine and pure love for you, you swear your heart melts

Satan

• actually puts down his books to talk to you

• he confides in you, and you in him. you two can tell each other anything

• talks a lot about his thoughts, and you love getting to know his inner self

• when you aren’t uh going at it, you often hold hands. it’s a small gesture but allows you to feel connected when you’re working on things

• when he’s engrossed in reading, you often put your head on his shoulder and watch him read, sometimes stealing one of his hands to hold

• you run into him in the halls at school a lot, which turns into both of your favorite parts of the day

• people usually don’t talk to him much, because he’s Satan, but when people see the human running to him and wrapping him in a tight hug, a big smile and blush overcoming his face, his reputation changes

Asmodeus

• showers you in little kisses and compliments

• always has an arm around your waist / shoulder / etc, as long as he’s touching you in some way, he’s happy

• if you don’t have a hickey visible, he gives you one. he has to make sure everyone knows you’re not just taken, but you’re his

• gives you a necklace that’s a vertical infinity sign with a light pink pearl on the bottom because it made him think of you (this one lol)

• when you’re watching a movie, (usually ones from the human world), you’re snuggled under a blanket

• you usually don’t make it to the end of the movie

Beelzebub

• big hugs! wrapping you in his arms is the only thing that comes close to food on his list of favorite things

• I truly cannot stress enough the sense of relief and comfort that having you in his arms gives him

• the two of you always fall asleep together, intentionally or not

• it’s just, why sleep alone when you can sleep with each other? it’s so much warmer and happier

• sex isn’t a big part of your relationship with Beel, but when it happens it’s very good (you do oral a lot though)

• you go on picnic dates a lot and they’re genuinely the cutest thing ever

• he feeds you fruit and kisses you to taste the sweet juice on your lips

• you make his heart so happy, you’re honestly the best thing to happen to him in his whole life and he makes sure you know that (take that how you will)

Belphegor

• takes f o r e v e r for him to open up to you, but once he does he realizes that you genuinely just want the best for him

• you like sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you chat about your day

• you nap together a lot, so have become the masters of cuddling positions

• aren’t very intimate, at first

• like exploring woods together, and end up missing dinner a lot because you get lost together

A/N: Hi guys! This is the first not haikyuu thing I’ve done on this acc but ~technically~ this is a multifandom page lol. I’ve always wanted to do a headcannon post so this was really fun (and more difficult than I thought! mad respect to people who regularly do them)

anyways if you guys want me to do any haikyuu ones let me know bc I’d love to :)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcannons #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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sickficsies-and-whumpsies · 3 years ago

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hey there! If you’re interested in writing it, could you write something about Taichi dealing with asthma and having the support of Shirabu / the rest of the Shiratorizawa team? Either platonic or romantic is fine—and only if you’re interested in this prompt at all, of course! Thanks so much for generously accepting requests, and I hope you have a great day :)

Hello there!! Poor Kawanishi, I feel bad for hurting him a second time hahah... I hope you have a great day too!!

TW: asthma attack.

1.2k words, Gen.

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"Hey there, you doing okay?"

Kawanishi nods, coughing into his elbow, cheeks flushed as he tries to soothe the itch in hia throat, to no avail. Shirabu doesn't look quite convinced.

"Did you catch a cold, Tai?"

"N-no." he manages, and coughs again, "S'probably the dust."

"Ah. Are you allergic?"

"I'mー"

The captain yelling at them to start running cuts Kawanishi off. He sighs, and starts running, pace slow but sustained.

The boy is fully acquainted with the symptoms he's experiencing, but he doesn't want to alarm anyone. After all, two of his classmates have fallen sick with colds in the past week, so Kawanishi is not entirely convinced that the cause of his discomfort must necessarily be asthma.

He's been asthmatic since birth, but after years spent inhaling corticosteroids and being dragged to the beach whenever his parents had a free weekend, his doctor had decided that he was fit to practice sports, provided that he'd always carry an emergency quick-relief inhaler with him.

And Kawanishi does, to this day, have his. It's in the back pocket of his backpack, new and functioning, ready to be used. The young player only uses it occasionally, maybe once a week, when the train is cramped and the air is thin and, most importantly, when his teammates are out of sight.

It's not that Kawanishi is ashamed of his asthma, per se. He just doesn't want anyone to know. Coach Washijou probably knows, and so does Coach Saitou, since they both have access to his medical files for safety reasons. Still, none of them are present today, so Kawanishi prays that he'll make it to the end of practice without further incidents.

Which, of course, isn't the case.

He's been running for about three minutes when his vision begins to swim and grey, head pounding, lungs tight. He stops.

Fuck. Okay. Calm down, Taichi. Stay calm, man.

His hands shake, fingertips blue, coldー he's learnt to recognize the symptoms, he's been trained to. Kawanishi's ears seem to have gone deaf, the only sound he can hear being the incessant, increasingly-fast hammering of his heart.

He can't breathe. Shit, he can't breathe.

Distantly, he hears some kind of muttering, drowned out and foreign. His head pounds, light, and he doesn't even feel it as his body plummets to the ground, his back taking the brunt of the fall as something prevents his head from smacking against the floor. Not that he realises that.

"...ichi, Taichi, hey! Taichi!" someone above him shrills and oh, only now Kawanishi realises that he's lying down. Which is absolutely terrible.

Someone quickly drags him into a sitting position, and Kawanishi briefly wonders if there's a mind-reader among the team.

Tendou. It must be Tendou. It's always Tendou. Definitely Tendou.

"...mbulance?"

"I don't know, heー"

And Kawanishi recognises that voice. "K-Kenjirou?" he wheezes, blind eyes trying to make out the shape of his friend.

"Yeah, it's me." he says, and Kawanishi swears he can perceive a hint of relief in his voice. "What's happening? Can you talk to me?"

And he wishes he could, but he can't. He coughs, punctuating that thought. His lungs burn, starved, and his throat is surely bleeding by now, copper filling his mouth, sour on his taste buds. He coughs and sputters, weak, eyes bloodshot and watery.

Panic seizes at his chest, already too tight, and suddenly he's on a whole new level of oxygen-starvation. He pants, blinking the tears away, his wrapped index finger frantically pointing in the vague direction of the locker room.

"Ambulance will be here in five!! They said to ask him if he has asthma, they think that may be it!!"

God bless you, Goshiki. Eternal joy and fortune to you.

Kawanishi nods fast, still coughing and wheezing, and his arm lowers inevitably. His body feels heavy, lungs filled with lead, throat burning and oozing crimson.

Dark-grey eyes inexorably start to close, eyelids fluttering, consciousness slipping away. That is, before a pair of strong hands grips at Kawanishi's shoulders and shakes him awake, abruptly, insistently.

"No no no, don't pass out, idiot." Shirabu hisses, worry seeping through his words, "Hey! Do you have an inhaler here? Taichi! Yes or no? Do you have it!?"

Kawanishi groans, coughing. He opens his mouth, the air he inhales harsh against his sore throat.

He coughs again. "B-backpack..."

"Backpackー backpack!! Get his backpack, quick!!" Shirabu barks, and Kawanishi manages to spot an unusually frantic Ushjima sprinting towards the lockers. If he had any strength left, he'd smile.

It's not even twenty seconds later, spent sputtering and gasping for oxygen, that Ushijima rushes back inside the gym, skidding against the floor as he empties the contents of his friend's bag. Shirabu, against whom Kawanishi is propped up currently, extends a hand and starts to search the pockets.

His face lights up as he feels the object, quick to extract it from the pocket and press it against Kawanishi's mouth.

"There you go, come on."

It's not that easy, actually. Kawanishi wishes people knew.

But he tries. He tries and fails once, twice, three times, before he manages a shallow inhale that leaves him reeling, the sudden rush of oxygen making his head spin, dizzy.

"One more time." Shirabu instructs.

"You're going to be okay." Ushijima adds, calm façade crumbling slightly.

Tendou nods in agreement. "Yeah, you got this, buddy!!" he says, squeezing his knee.

Kawanishi tries to ignore the fact that his teammates are gathered around him like vultures waiting for a prey to exhale its last breath.

Ironic imagery, he thinks, mildly amused.

He breathes the medication in, lungs opening ever so slightly, letting more sweet air rush into them, his muscles relaxing at the welcomed presence.

The boy isn't sure how, but Shirabu manages to send everyone but Ushijima away, out of the gym, with a silent stare. He admires the man, that's for sure.

"You idiot."

Okay, he wasn't expecting it. "Wh-wha'?"

"You. Idiot. Why did you think that keeping your asthma a secret would be a good idea? Thanks for the trauma, man."

"S'rry. S'my files."

"I don't have access to those, idiot!!" Shirabu seethes, "Next time, I'm letting you die."

"Didn't ya wa-want toー" he wheezes, "to become a doctor or s'mething?"

"Yeah, but I'm not your doctor."

"You sh-should cure everyone."

"Not you. You're on my blacklist!!"

Kawanishi laughs at that, regretting the action when his head spins and his ribs shift.

Ushijima stays silent, but his presence is reassuring, calming, grounding. That's why Shirabu had wanted him to stay, Kawanishi thinks.

"Dun need a' ambulance. M'okay." he says, weak, voice rasped and thick.

Shirabu frowns, unamused. "Too bad. You're letting the EMTs check you over and if they say you need a hospital, you are going. Or I will make you."

"G-geez, so vi-v-violent..." he grins.

The other does, too, after a second. Ushijima even cracks a tiny, crooked smile, but it lasts too little for Kawanishi to decide if it's real, or just a vision courtesy of his blurry eyes.

Soon enough, there's sirens blaring in the background, and EMTs rushing through the door.

Kawanishi, to be fair, isn't a fan. But his friend's hand in his as he's loaded onto the stretcher is enough for him to finally take a deep breath.

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Hope you liked this!!! Let me know. As usual, please anon, warn me if you have an ao3 acc and wish for this fic to be gifted to you there.

September 4, 2021.

#my fic #sickfic #kawanishi taichi #shirabu kenjirou #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #goshiki tsutomu #shiratorizawa volleyba club #shiratorizawa #asthma #asthmatic kawanishi taichi #sickie kawanishi taichi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu sickfic #haikyuu!! sickfic

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enjeolmii · 4 years ago

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talkies by the night - n.nk

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: cursing but only once, whiny niki, more fluff, also more fluff, that’s about it

a/n: this one’s another repost from my old acc ;)

you (10:51pm) hey bb :)

you (10:51pm) u busy?

❣︎niki❣︎ (10:51pm) hey sunshine

❣︎niki❣︎ (10:51pm) what’s up?

dialling ❣︎niki❣︎…

0:00

0:01

0:02

❣︎niki❣︎ “what’s my sunshine up to at this time of the night?”

you “i was trying to finish all of my homework at once so that i’d have nothing more to worry about”

❣︎niki❣︎ “hm”

you “and now im bored” (your lips form a pout, though you knew he wouldn’t be able to see it - you hear him heave a yawn)

you “how about you? you sound tired. is you alright? is you good? let me know”

❣︎niki❣︎ “yeah, i’m fine. it was just a little busier at the dance studio today" (he giggled)

you “yeah?”

❣︎niki❣︎ “mhm”

❣︎niki❣︎ “dang, those kids really got me beat. this one kid kept asking me to watch him do the dab and even tried to teach me the ‘proper way’ of doing it… for, like, my entire break”

you “oh, lord, i hate kids like that”

❣︎niki❣︎ “tell me about it”

you (a laugh escapes through your nose) “well, i was going to ask you if you wanted to come over and hang out tonight, but i think you should take a good rest for now”

❣︎niki❣︎ “what?”

❣︎niki❣︎ “no, no. i could come over right now if you want. i’m not really that tired, y'know"

you “no, bb. you just said so yourself that you’re tired. you should take a rest. i’ll be fine, hm?”

❣︎niki❣︎ “but i really want to see you" (he brings his lower lip out)

you “we could just open video call if you really want to. you should at least be at bed early tonight”

❣︎niki❣︎ “please, please, please, …” (he whined continuously)

you (a short silence comes as you contemplate slightly) “ugh, fine. but you aren't staying past twelve, alright”

❣︎niki❣︎ “yes!”

❣︎niki❣︎ “i’ll be over in 15. wait for me, sunshine!”

2:48

2:49

the call has ended

Minutes pass by, and the sound of the doorbell stops you from surfing through movies on Netflix. Rising to your feet, you throw the remote control behind you on the couch and head for the door. You grab the knob and pushed it down to pull the door open. Then, a smile replaces your excited expression, revealing your boyfriend standing with crescent eyes.

"Hi," Niki's smile widens at the sight of you, and you open your arms immediately to engulf him in a warm hug.

"Hey," Taking in the scent of his mild cologne, you smile onto his shoulder.

He then pulls his head away from yours to cup it in his palms within the proximity you had, your arms still wrapped around his cozy body.

"I missed you." He said, squishing your cheeks.

"I missed you more. Come in." You pull away from him with a giddy laugh before dragging him into your house and onto the couch, closing the door behind you. But as you were about to take a seat next to him, you notice him clutching a black plastic bag in his hand. Your gaze diverts from the bag, then to him, and you arch an eyebrow in question.

"I got us a lot of snacks," He raised it to pile out every single one of the various go-to snacks you get from the convenience store whenever you went for a visit. "They're your favorites."

Not one second passed by, and you feel your lips come trembling in the effort to hold back the tears in your eyes, remembering how you told him that you're in dire need of a convenience store trip since your siblings snatched all of yours last week.

"You didn't have to." Your eyes start filling up by the brim, reaching the back of your index to wipe the tears off of your now wet cheeks.

The male slumps further into the sofa, amused at how shallow your standards are for crying. "C'mere,"

He momentarily stands up to grab the blanket that you burrito-ed yourself in earlier before he came, and he opens his arms comfortably for you to cuddle under the blanket.

"Why are crying, hm? It's nothing to cry about, crybaby." Niki whispers into your hair once you've climbed up the sofa to snuggle beside him. He wraps the two of you with the blanket, lightly tapping his hand onto your tear-stained cheeks as your head sinks deeper into the crook of his neck.

"I don't know either." You both snicker.

With the remote control stuck in the boy's grip, you unsuccessfully attempt to get your hands on the black gear when he abruptly presses through the several rows of horror movies. Niki knows very well how much you despise this kind of stuff, especially at night. You always argued with him that even though he was there to stay with you throughout the movie, it wasn't like he would be there for you the rest of the night.

He hoists the remote control higher in the air as he stands up, his other arm stretching to block you from reaching it. A grunt leaves your lips when you try to jump up from the sofa towards his hand, flying across the air to tackle him down onto the floor.

With a smirk on your face, your hands immediately lunge for the sides of his torso and the base of his neck, playfully brushing your fingers against his skin to tickle him amidst all his giggly squirms.

"Give- me- the remote-" You tickle him mercilessly, and he tries to turn you around to compete you to the floor.

"Nope." One push was all it took to have your back against the ground and your boyfriend kneeling beside your body. It's become your turn to get tickled, and you weren't prepared for it.

In between jagged giggles and desperate attempts to break free from the beast, you fail miserably to shut off his strategies. Your tensed-up muscles start to feel exhausted and it didn't take you long enough to give in to his disposition.

"Okay, okay. Stop," You breathlessly plead, and he detaches his hands from you, alleviated, getting back on his feet before reaching a hand out to help you get up. "You just never let me win these games, do you?" You sigh.

You take his hand and hurl yourself up with his help. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you walk back to the couch, dragging your shaky feet across the floor, only to collapse back into the cushions.

"It's okay. I'll let you win next time." He tugs you back into his arms under the blanket.

Through the decks of choices of horror movies you have searched through, you somehow convinced him to choose one that's a little more benign for the night. It didn't help him that seeing you, after such a long day at the dance studio, emphasized how beautiful and comforting you are to him. With that thought running perfectly in his mind, he gulps down and tears his stare away from you.

With his thumbs dancing across the right buttons of the gear, the pair of you finally find the one that you had set in stone, though you still had little doubts about your choices.

The movie began and it was already causing tiny bumps to appear on your arms. The main character was roaming alone in the dark of the corridors, finding a strange, eerie letter lying at the end of the hall.

The lights turned off everywhere in your house only added to the anxiety building up in your body, so you try scooting closer to Niki, which seemed to be impossible now that you see how you're already shouldering his chest.

Your actions caught the male in a string of silent laughter. You could tell he was trying to hide it from you, though, and you shoot daggers in his direction when you felt the vibrations on your shoulder.

Halfway into the movie, you got immersed in the thrill. Munching on the bag of your favorite snacks, it actually wasn't as scary as you had thought initially, the jump scares much milder than you had expected. Yet the unsettling feeling of never knowing what could happen still lingers in you, and quite oddly, the situation scares you more rather than the ghosts themselves. A little strange for someone as weak-hearted as you, but it seems to fit right perfectly to your tast-

You were torn away from your train of thoughts by a heavy feeling on your shoulder. With a startled jolt, you see your boyfriend leaning on your shoulder with his eyes shut asleep. You bring your hand to your chest, relieved at the sight of him instead of the creepy monster from the movie out to get you.

His head lies against you, the proximity so close that you could count every strand of eyelashes that he had. You took the opportunity to stare deep into his elegance. He was almost like an angel offered to you shining from the heavens with those good looks, and you all but feel the butterflies erupt from your stomach - just like when he confessed to you at that practice room a year ago.

"If only you didn't look so gorgeous like that, I would have punched you in the face for passing out on me right now." You quietly mumbled at his resting state, a sigh leaving your lips as you go back to munching chips and watching the movie with a shaking head.

When you return into a trance of spewing curses, a light smile forms at the corner of his lips, feeling indebted for having a girlfriend as cool as you.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen niki #enhypen fluff #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen riki #nishimura riki imagines #enhypen angst #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fic #iland #iland imagines #iland niki #iland x reader #kpop #kpop x reader #ariafics

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nillawrites · 5 years ago

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MACARONI & GLUE [Teacher!Henry]

In which Mr.Cavill’s kindergartners come up with a master plan to set him and Ms.Y/L/N up.

— A/N: hi! this is the first oneshot im posting here, if you recognize it it’s because this is actually something i’d previously posted for somebody else on a diff acc but just rewrote it for henry haha. anyways, requests are open and i plan to fill them within the next week! thanks for reading!

— WORDS: 1.8k

— WARNINGS: n/a

Henry shuffled behind the wall as he eyed the woman just down the hall. Her legs looked great in her beige skirt as she bent down to give each of her first graders high fives as they walked into the classroom. Her smile was bright and her love for her students radiated throughout the entire school, brightening everyone’s day. Brightening his day.

When all of her students reentered the classroom, she stood to dust off her outfit and was about to follow behind them, but something caught her eye. A mysterious brown curl peeked out from the wall just a few feet away. She chuckled to herself and shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Good morning, Mr.Cavill.” Y/N called out, knocking him off his balance a little. He presumed he was being sneaky but that obviously wasn’t the case, and now embarrassed wasn’t nearly a good enough word to describe how he felt in this moment.

He pocketed his hands in his khakis and stepped out from behind the wall, a bashful smile on his lips to match hers. The blush on the burly man’s cheeks was impossible to miss and he swayed back and forth on his toes as he replied huskily, “Good morning to you too, Ms.Y/L/N.”

She considered teasing him a bit more but decided against it when one of Henry’s own students came up to tug on the side of his tucked-in button up shirt. Henry looked down at the brunette boy who was staring right back at him with expectant eyes considering he hadn’t come back to the classroom in all but a minute.

Henry lifted his head back to Y/N as he pointed towards his door and began to back away with a lopsided grin, insisting, “I should probably get back to my own class now, eh?”

Y/N shut her eyes and grinned, “Yeah, I think that’d be a good idea.”

By the time she’d finished her sentence the little boy had pulled him completely behind the wall but she didn’t fail to hear his “See you at lunch!” before his door was slammed shut. She rolled her eyes and laughed before ducking into her own classroom.

Henry tortured himself over that moment for the rest of that morning. His kindergartners were clever enough to realize something was wrong with him when they noticed him staring down at his demo macaroni art project, his face stoic. While the classroom buzzed with life around him, he remained sitting at the too-tiny table with a few of his other students, cheeks still ablaze.

And the brunette boy from earlier, Liam, knew exactly why.

“I think teacher has a crush on miss Y/L/N.” He said to his friend nonchalantly, hands messy as he attempted to expertly place a piece of macaroni onto his masterpiece.

His friend Jamia perked up at his claim, her eyes going wide and ginger curls bouncing. “How do you know?”

Liam shrugged, tipping his Elmer’s glue bottle and letting out a lot more than intended. “He acts weird around her!”

Jamia smiled and swooned, holding her hands to her heart. “Are they together?”

Liam only shook his head, peacefully continuing to add onto his art. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when Henry stood that he came up with an idea. The little boy ordered Jamia to get him some construction paper and stickers, the girl excitedly coming back with the “secret supplies” a minute later.

He explained the plan to his friend and they both got to work, Liam leading the operation. His tongue stuck out from his lips as he tried to keep his hands steady, writing out a few words to the best of his ability. He tried to sound out the words which helped him a little, and when they were done, the two folded the letter they’d created and placed a Thomas the Tank Engine sticker over it. Jamia added the final touch by gluing a random piece of macaroni to make it look more presentable.

Just in the nick of time, as well. Henry walked around the class to check that everyone was doing their work correctly, and when he got to the two’s table, excitement was written all over their faces. He should’ve known then and there that something was suspicious, his eyes flickering down to the sealed letter. However, he thought nothing of it, giving them a thumbs up and walking back to his desk.

Y/N wiped her hands, sighing to herself as she looked over her empty classroom. Everyone had been dismissed to recess and it was rare that she experienced silence like this, so every time she did, she made sure to take advantage of it.

Leaning back in her seat, she rubbed over her eyes. She loved her students to death, but jeez, did they wear her out. Her silence was broken when she heard some kind of rustling, causing her to begrudgingly open her eyes. She did so just in time to notice a tiny finger pushing a pink folded piece of construction paper underneath the crack of her door.

This brought a small smile to her lips and she stood from her squeaky seat, short heels clicking against the marble flooring. She bent down to grab the paper with the Thomas the Tank Engine sticker, her manicured fingers peeling it back and carefully opening it.

DeEr Miss Y/L/N

Yu ar s o beeOtEfull and s mart. I lov yu.

Frum, mister Caveel

An uncontainable laugh ripped past her lips as she read over the letter that was so obviously written by one of Mr.Cavill’s kindergartners. The spelling gave that much away immediately.

She couldn’t deny how sweet it was, though.

A knock on her door caused her head to whip back up, meeting the eyes of none other than Mr.Cavill himself through the window of the door. He wore his signature good-guy smile that only got wider once he noticed that he’d startled Y/N the slightest bit, the woman holding a hand to her heart.

She quickly folded the letter back up and went to swing the door open, allowing Henry to walk into her classroom. He took the liberty of shutting it behind himself and admired the view as she walked back to her desk, plopping down in her chair again.

“Long day, huh?” Henry asked, walking over and pulling a chair up to the other side of her desk.

“You have no idea.” Y/N sighed, biting her lip and watching as his perfect hands began to unpack the lunch he’d brought along. Her stomach growling was what jolted her from her trance and made her remember one of her current frustrations. “I forgot my lunch at home and the tiny bag of Cheetos I had isn’t really helping me either.”

Henry jumped into action at her words and he pushed one of his dishes her way, insisting that she take it. “It’s only two tacos, but it’s better than a bag of Cheetos.”

Y/N frowned and looked down at the food, “Are you sure? I could totally just get more chips.”

“I’m sure.” Henry reinforced, his heart racing at her reluctant, kind attitude. He brought his leftover restaurant chips and salsa out and set them down on her desk, the two beginning to eat in comfortable silence.

He would sometimes catch a glimpse of her when she wasn’t looking, admiring how she tried to eat politely in front of him while still unknowingly having a piece of beef on the corner of her lip. This made him chuckle and her gaze shifted back to him, confusion written over her face.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” Henry quickly shook his head, sporting a playful grin which she reciprocated.

The two’s relationship was strange. It was a constant push and pull, an almost there but never really. He’d made it very clear from the first week of school that he thought she was amazing and she reciprocated those feelings, but no matter how the conversation went, it always ended with a “We’re co-workers, we can’t”.

Obviously, that never stopped Henry from trying.

“What’s this?” He cocked his head and wiped his mouth, recognizing the Thomas the Tank Engine stickered letter from his own classroom.

Y/N licked her fingers and laughed, nodding towards the paper. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

Henry pursed his lips at her semi-scary words but reached to grab the paper anyways, opening it and quickly reading over the broken English. Y/N watched with a smirk once he set the letter down, trying to stifle his grin as he rubbed his temples.

“Anything you’d like to say for yourself?” She teased, leaning a little bit closer to him.

Henry let out a hearty laugh and shook his head. “Kids and their wild imaginations, right? But maybe it’s not wild. I heard kids are good at sensing things, ya’know? Like ghosts and stuff.”

Y/N gave him a puzzled look and Henry realized what he’d just rambled about was strange so in an attempt to redeem himself, he clarified.

“B-But maybe instead of ghosts, it’s love. They can sense love. Maybe.”

Y/N laughed at his desperate attempt to regain his composure and explain himself but it was fruitless and Henry realized this too, laughing along with her. This fit went on for about 30 seconds before she was wiping her eyes and leaning back in her seat, tapping on her desk with her nails.

Her rhythmic pace made him nervous as he leaned back as well, awaiting her next words. It was obvious that she wanted to say something but something was holding her back, and Henry knew exactly what it was.

“Y/N.” He whispered, not willing breaking their eye contact for a mere second. “Say it.”

She bit her lip and took a deep breath, scared to let the words leave her mouth. They’d been beating around the bush for so long and this isn’t the only time he’s offered her his lunch at all (She was a forgetful person), but today felt different and they both felt it. Everyone around them knew it- Even five year old kids, it seemed. It was time to stop the games.

“..Maybe it is love.” Y/N nodded, the corners of her mouth lifting ever so slightly. “I guess we’ll have to find out over dinner and a huge glass of wine, huh?”

Henry’s eyes widened as she finally allowed him in- gave him a chance at the one thing he’d been yearning after for so long. “A-Are you serious?” He stuttered out, his smile that of an excited child’s.

“Yes, I’m serious.” She confirmed happily, beginning to help him pack up his lunch. “I think I’m finally ready to put myself out there again.. And to be frank, I really like you.”

“Well duh. Who wouldn’t like me? I’m tall, funny, and incredibly handsome.” Henry jokingly rolled his eyes just as the bell rung, signifying the second half of their school day. When she scoffed, he continued, “So, uh, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

Y/N smiled widely and nodded, shooing the man out of her class just as kids began to pour back in.

“Sounds great. Now get to class, Mr.Cavill.”

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill imagines #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill oneshots #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fluff

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lozzypoz321 · 5 years ago

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Steve Rogers| Big Family

Steve Rogers x child!reader

"DAD!" A sudden voice filled the air after the sound of an elevator door opening, Steve turned around, a grin on his face. He bent down and stretched out both arms as his 7 year old daughter came bounding up to him and gave him a bear hug. "How was your day with Bucky sweetheart?" Steve asked and pulled away, through the grin was still visible and the girls eyes lit up, she then began to explain all about her day with her Uncle, "oh it was so cool! We played some games and then we went to the dvd store and I got 4 new ones!" She took a brake to hold up 4 fingers and then continued "then Uncle Sam came and we went to the park and I nearly got lost but it's okay because they found me and then we went to Sams house and I nearly killed his fish!"

Steve sent a confused look at his two friends who smiled innocently, "Uncle Sam got me a new board game, can we play it?!" She asked, desperate for him to say yes.

"Of course baby, you want to go and say hello to everyone else, they're in the lounge" He told her. He watched as his daughter ran around the corner and out of sight before chuckling slightly, giving his friends a jokingly suspicious look and then followed her.

She was on Thor's shoulders and talking rapidly to Bruce, who was nodding every few seconds and adding comments, Tony was sitting next to him and looking deeply amused. Walking closer he heard that she was ranting, very quickly, about why smooth orange juice is superior over the one with pulp. "I leave you alone for 2 seconds and this is what you get up to?" Steve questioned at his daughter then Loki spoke up from across the room, as he had been secretly listening in and voiced his opinion, "I agree with the Captains Daughter, it gets stuck in my teeth"

"Right."

"How's my favourite girl doing?" Nat asked as she entered the room, a smile playing on her lips. "Good!" Was all she replied with and let go off Thor's shoulders to send a thumbs her way.

"Can we play the game now?" (Y/N) asked, looking her dads way for approval. He nodded and as she was getting down Steve told her "Go and put some pyjamas on first though"

It took about 5 minutes but eventually (Y/N) came running down the stairs in her dads hoodie that was way too big for her, a pair of her football shorts and a game of twister. "Twister?" Tony gaped, he hadn't thought that was the game Sam had got her. "Can we still play it?" She asked and her voice sounded sceptical like she was afraid that they couldn't. "Yeah. I'll play if they don't" Bucky told her and everyone nodded in agreement, some more exited than others.

"Great!"

"Who wants to be the spinny person?" Peter asked and Bruce was more than happy to take up that offer on being the "spinny person" of the game. Thor and Steve both moved the coffee table so there would be enough room, Wanda and Peter helped lay the mat down and Vision voiced his concern "are you sure there isn't too many players?"

"Nah we'll be fine" Tony shrugged off and began telling people to start, even though he wasn't moving either. Vision was indeed right, there was too many people and not enough spots so by the end of the night it was just a heap of people collapsed on a piece of plastic. It was fun all the same.

(Y/N) was laughing a lot at one of Tony's jokes on top of Thor, Loki had got... under the mat somehow, Nat was the only one who wasn't exhausted, Tony had at one point been forced to join and Peter was quoting vines in a twist with Clint. "Bed now (Y/N)" her father told her from his own spot, next to Rhodey at the edge of the map. "But-" the girl went to start but got cut off from Bucky "If you go to bed now without a fuss, we'll play it again next week"

Immediately she jumped up and shouted a goodnight to everyone. Steve, surprised as the rest of the team that that'd actually worked, stood up and took her upstairs to go to sleep. "Why'd you do that for?" Sam whined and glared at the soldier, "hey, I thought that was fun”

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#steve x child!reader #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers daughter #steve x y/n

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mini-moongi · 4 years ago

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Mistake || Namjoon

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: You meet your soulmate in a crowded hallway when you, quite literally, fell for him. After spending years together, what happens when you find that your husband really wasn’t the one?

A/N: Revisited my cringey old wattpad acc and I think this fic is actually salvageable, so I reworked it for y’all :)

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Senior year of high school was a pain in the ass. You tried to finesse your way through the crowd during the passing period, and finesse you did not. You bumped into multiple shoulders, but one was harder than the others, so you whipped your head around planning on telling them off. You’re met with a pair brown eyes hidden behind thick rims and left with whiplash. Words left his mouth, but you didn’t hear him as he was swept away with the flow of the crowd.

A pain shoots up from your wrist, and you tear your gaze away. There, printed in bold black numbers, was your soulmate timer. It had ticked to zero, but your soulmate was nowhere to be found. Where were they? This thought struck you with fear and panic, and you ended up tripping over someone’s bag on the ground. Let me tell you, panic combined with the anticipated fear of falling was definitely not a good combination.

That fall never came, and you find yourself held firmly in a strong hold. You opened your eyes, and it was like everything was in slow motion. His handsome face was inches away from yours, and he was smiling from ear to ear. “Are you falling for me right now? Because,” He repositions his arms around you, landing on your hips and pulling you closer to his body. “Something tells me you’re my soulmate.” And you really thought he was the one.

That was how you met your soulmate and husband, Jeon Jungkook.

Lazily waking up, you found yourself being hugged by his comforting arms. The ones he held you in when you first met. The clean white bed sheets rustled under your touch; they were always warm in the mornings when your body heat from the previous night made it feel like a toasty heaven. You snuggled underneath the blankets.

Just a little longer, was usually the first thought as he kissed the back of your neck and held you closer. Jungkook was always a romantic, and so this morning felt no different than the last few hundred honeymoon-esque mornings spent together. You’d never been good at romance, but you didn’t have to when Jungkook was there. He was your soulmate, after all.

“Good morning, Honey.”

“Good morning, Baby.”

He groans at the thought of leaving your embrace, but nevertheless, he got up and dressed for work. A classic button up and dress pants. You smile softly to yourself when he hands you the tie, already knowing that he’d eventually call for you after fumbling around for a solid 15 minutes. Back in high school, and even now, he didn’t really seem like an office job kind of guy. You always imagined he’d do something more active, like being a trainer or a police officer, but here he was getting ready to sit behind a screen all day.

He fixed his hair in the bathroom while you headed out to make coffee in the kitchen. You handed him a cup when he emerges, glistening like a hot CEO. Kissing you on the cheek, he sighed a small “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you called out after him as he rushes out the door. “Have a good day at work! See you soon!” Tonight was date night, so it was okay when he didn’t spare you another glance. It was okay when he never waved goodbye, and it was okay because he was your soulmate.

He usually came home at five, but five turned into six, and six turned into seven at night. You decided to text him, making sure that everything was okay.

You: hey are u ok or did u forget about date night lol

JK: I’m so sorry baby but my boss called me in

JK: Working late today :((

You: oh ripppp

JK: I’ll eat the left overs of whatever u get for dinner tonight

You: ok I’ll be at the library if u come home early

He was always busy nowadays, but you had to admit that any job was tough if you didn’t love it enough. He tied himself down in order to support the relationship; your freelancing job as a journalist wasn’t enough for rent. You knew Jungkook always dreamed of bigger, more important jobs, and sometimes you wished you could take his place instead. Maybe he’d be happier then?

As soon as you put your phone down, your wrist twitched. The familiar pain lingering from the shock. You looked down with the same panic and fear rising in your chest. There they were. One thing was different, though. The old black numbers were red, actively ticking away. It said that you’d meet your soulmate in 000:00:59:58. In less than an hour? But you’ve already met the love of your life, this wasn’t possible.

Then it dawned on you. You’d read a couple of blogs about it once when you were researching for your job. It’s possible to end up with the wrong soulmate, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Plenty of people who didn’t meet their true soulmate end up in love with someone else and live a full life. The problem happens when one of them meets their true soulmate and falls out of love. When that happens, fate resets your timer in red, like a warning sign.

These were always rare cases, so you didn’t think it would ever apply to you. Yet here you were, staring at the ticking red numbers. How could you have let this happen?

The constant late hours, the excuses, rashes, the perfume? For heavens sake, he called you by a different name! You quickly pulled yourself together and huffed out of the door. Now that you think about it, did he call you by his soulmate’s name? You growled in frustration just imagining him kissing his soulmate instead of you, instead of telling you the truth. He was a mistake, and to think... you married that son of a bitch.

Without realizing it, you were standing in front of the library. It wasn’t too far, but had you really driven the whole way without noticing? You took a deep breath in and walked through the door. The familiar quiet was calming, unlike the mess you seemed to have hurled yourself into. You settled your things at an open table and walk off to browse the new releases. Your finger grazed loosely over the spines of the books while you skimmed through titles. Suddenly, your shoulders bumped into someone who was reaching for a book. Your wrist buzzed again, the frozen red zero glaring at you.

When you looked back to tell him that you were sorry, your words got caught in your throat. His honey brown eyes were wide in hidden behind thick rims; lips parted in surprise. He seemed to be unaware of his attractive physique. All of his tall, well-built, golden skinned physique. The longer that you two stood gawking at each other, the more his face heated up; poor boy was flustered. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed down some of his shock. A smile formed on his lips, revealing dimples that so beautifully framed his face.

You couldn’t take it any longer. No more lies, no more heartbreak, and no more Jungkook. Before you could register what was happening, your lips were on his. He was still for a moment, but suddenly his hands were finding its way around you and left no room to breathe in between kisses. It was passionate and hungry; you longed for more, but his glasses held you back.

“....hey to you too?” He chuckles softly,” I’m Kim Namjoon, thanks for asking.” The stranger pulled away from you enough to look you in the eyes once more. A sigh of relief left his (now swollen) lips. “I’ve been waiting to meet you again for so long.”

“Oh my god I kissed you.” The whole situation finally clicked in. As sweet as this whole ordeal was, you still had a life outside of this Kim Namjoon guy. What were you thinking? “I... I kissed you? I’m so sorry,” you stammer. “It was a mistake. I’m sorry, I have to go.” You stumble out of his warm embrace as you frantically look for an exit. You saw sadness wash over his face, and it hurt you so much to leave, but you had to. No matter how much your body screamed at you to turn around, to hug him, to love him, you couldn’t. In your hurry to leave, you also left the stack of books you planned to check out.

You made it a couple of steps outside of the library when a hand gently wraps around your wrist that kept you from your grand escape. “Please, at least tell me your name?” Oh god, even his voice had to be attractive, didn’t it? Your vision was blurry from the oncoming tears, but you looked at him one last time. If only to get a glimpse at the man you were supposed to be in love with.

“I’ve been alone this whole time just waiting for you,” He pleads. Namjoon’s thumb glides over the well-worn ring on your finger. “I can feel it; your wedding ring. I know it’s hard, but please, tell me the name of the one I love.”

When you got home, dinner was the last thing on your mind. You just climbed into bed, hoping to never wake up again. Much to your dismay, the morning rays beamed in your face. Your eyes feel swollen and a massive headache enveloped you. You feel Jungkook’s warm lips press against the back of your neck, and in an instant, you were wide awake. Memories of Namjoon clouded your mind. You felt sick to your stomach, and you couldn’t stand the thought of being in the same bed with Jungkook anymore. You didn’t bother to say a word before you left the bed, hoping to ease your worries over a cup of coffee.

“Y/n honey, are you feeling okay?” Left dazed and confused, Jungkook clambered off of the mattress following after you. “There wasn’t any dinner left when I came home. That is unless... you ate it all?” He says.

His smile wasn’t reciprocated, so he dropped it. He comes up behind you in a groggy embrace with his head resting on top of yours. The empty silence was filled only by the sound of the coffee machine. He sniffs your hair, a once soothing habit turned uncomfortable. Thoughts about Namjoon doing this with you flipped your stomach inside out and upside down. On the other hand, Jungkook doing this with someone else seemed to also leave a volatile reaction in the depths of your heart.

“Jungkook, do you still love me?” Your voice trembled as the question hung in the air.

Silence was met with more silence, and you felt Jungkook’s body tense under your question. A sigh escapes him,” Y/n I... I’m sorry.” He let go, letting the cold replace his warmth. You missed his touch, but you know that if he held you again, the deep hatred building inside of you would only grow.

“I didn’t think you would find out this way.” His fingers combed through his dark hair as he slumped onto the barstool next to the counter. In what way were you supposed to find out?

“Just tell me how long.” Your cold response struck fear in him, for he only knew your kind words. The contrast was too jarringly different for his liking; it was like you were a stranger again. The coffee flbflbsksks and started pouring into the pot.

“A year.”

The rest of the day was spent alone.

Divorce papers were filled out, you gave away the ring, and lastly, you said good by to your high school sweetheart. The place you moved into was closer to the library; walking distance more acceptable to your business and pleasure. You remembered you haven’t gone by the library since you met Namjoon, and decided it was time to pay a visit.

Upon reentering, you realized that there were books you forgot to check out in your rushed escape. The same table you sat at was wiped clean and empty; no books from your list. You walked back to the sections where you first stumbled upon them and time seemed to slip past you. Of course, you’d made the mistake of retracing your steps.

“Y/n?” A voice called out gently, as if any sudden movement would set off a bomb. Panicked and anxious, you whipped your head around to meet the same eyes you missed. The tall figure, dimple smile and all, walked towards you. “Are you okay? The ring...” he sees your bare hand, and takes it in his. “You didn’t... I.. I’m so sorry; it’s all my fault.”

Before you let dejection sink into the depths of his soul, you interject. “No! No, it’s not your fault I uh,” the nerves in your body were currently going nuts. “Honestly, It was a long time coming.” Your laugh was shaky, but it helped calm Namjoon’s fidgeting. “...Is it weird I want to hug you?”

Namjoon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. His cologne wormed its way inside of your mind as you inhale deeply. His warmth was like a sun’s ray, filling you with nothing but peace and happiness. Your head is buried in his chest as you mumbled out,”I’m sorry.”

“What matters is that you’re here now, right?” He smiles at your nod in response. Namjoon held your face in his palms and kissed you softly on the forehead. “Let’s check out some books, and then maybe grab some lunch? It’ll be my treat.”

“I’d like that.”

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A/N: ....where can I meet fanfic Namjoon 😳😳

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inosuketingz · 5 years ago

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the sheets are stained with blood [p.1]

( gif not mine )

[ PART ONE ] PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR Victor Zsasz x fem!Reader Warning: Some swearing and mentions of violence. Spoilers for Birds of Prey Word Count: 1482 Summary: Zsasz survives the ending of BoP and somehow snaps even further after finding out what happened to Roman. Desperate to find a new obsession, he latches on to the reader while meeting her on a heist. A/N; Thought about this after watching BoP and decided to write it for my new tumblr acc. Also posted on my Ao3. Its gonna get smutty in future parts of course but this first part is quite mundane lol. Future parts will also feature some Helena x reader bc I’m a whore for Helena Bertinelli. Reader is a witch-y metahuman and is a part of Wonder Woman’s rogue gallery.

The TV plays the latest news report as you stuff a spoon of cereal into your mouth. The reporter stands in front of some nightclub near the city reporting on yet another death by stabbing.

"... she was found in the back alley of the nightclub last night, her body purposefully positioned in a life-like stance. Due to CCTV evidence from the previous stabbing murder, the Gotham police are suspecting ex-businessman Victor Zsasz to be the wicked man behind these crimes..." An image transitions onto the screen, showing a low quality image of a man with almost paper white hair and dark bags under his eyes. The reporter continues to drone on about the twisted results from the autopsy report.

"Yikes," you say to yourself before you grab the remote from the coffee table and switch to another channel playing reruns of Martin

You came to Gotham a few months back since Wonder Woman never let you have any fun in Boston, even though she's currently stationed all the way in London. You assume you’ll be able to keep away from the Bat's radar while he’s busy dealing with psycho clowns and knife-wielding serial killers.

A soft ping rings from your phone and you glance at the screen. Shipment's called off is all the text on your lockscreen reads. It's from an unknown number, but you know that it's another henchmen of the crime boss you’re working with for the time being. Putting down the bowl of cereal, you pick the cell up and tap in three letters before pressing send: Why.

It only takes a moment for you to get a reply. Got reports of the Birds of Prey being in the area. Better safe than sorry.

“Fuck,” you curse and throw your head back in anguish. You were relying on the cash you’d get from the heist for rent.

The phone dinged again. Meeting at the mansion to re-work the plan. In an hour, be there on time bruja, the new message reads.

Great. You thought all you were going to to tonight was show up at the docks, use your powers a bit, and run off with your share of the money. But no. God forbid you get your way for once.

With an annoyed groan, you force yourself off the couch and into your bedroom. You kick off your plaid pajama jogger as you push open the door. Your closet is over piled with clothes and you immediately regret not picking out an outfit earlier. You are a strong believer of wearing revealing outfits for yourself, and the amount of bodycon dresses you want to wear was overwhelming. Then you remember it’s winter and inches of snow are already forming outside.

To be a hoe or to care about your well-being. It is a conflicting life that you live.

~ ~ ~

You decided to go for a pair of black cargo pants and a turtleneck. The weather won this round. The mansion’s already filled as you park your car based on the amount of luxury vehicles filling the house's driveway. You hated working in big groups- it only led to problems. But, you’re down to do anything for the amount of checks you would be cashing with this entire heist.

Two burly men guard the front door of the mansion. One of them smirks as he watches you approach.

“Look, it’s the witch,” he tells the other and you roll your eyes. “Where’s your flying broom?” He teases.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter as you pass the two, pushing the heavy doors with a grunt.

The other guard laughs at your reply. “Careful, Hermione. It’s all fun and games until Wonder Woman comes and drags you out of Gotham.”

You don’t bother to look back as you retort “It’s all fun and games ‘til I cast a spell that leaves you two without your dicks tomorrow morning.” The silence as you continue down the dark hallway tells you they stopped smiling.

Are you actually going to bewitch their genitals away? No. But most people knew better than to assume you wouldn’t.

The corridor is dark, tinted red by the only source of light- an open set of doors leading into a grand meeting room. Expensive pottery and paintings lined against the walls of the mansion, all what you’d expect from Hernando del Rey.

Originally, you actually meant it when you decided to lay low in Gotham. You’d find a nice apartment, steal from the rich, and stay off the news until the end of time.

Then, you were contacted by Hernando del Rey, a Venezuelan crime boss straight out of a mob movie. Though you’re not necessarily a bad person- you define yourself as a chaotic neutral- you are dangerous. Del Rey wanted your powers, and you wanted the money- so here you are now.

You shove your hands into your pockets and swagger into the open doors. A group of about 20 people, men, women, and all those in between, sit at a long table. Some of the faces you recognize, either from previous meetings you’ve had with del Rey or from news reports.

One such face belongs to none other than Victor Zsasz. He immediately stands out from the others with his snowy hair and scruffy beard. He also looks like he hadn’t slept in days, so there’s that. Plus, ever since the CCTV recording of him at the last stabbing was leaked, his face is all you saw on the news.

His tired eyes watch you as you enter the room. You can’t tell if he’s giving you bedroom eyes or staring you down like a predator does a prey. Quite frankly, you aren’t in the mood to find out.

“My bruja!” del Rey, who made his seat at the end of the table, cheers when he sees your face. “The most important member of my team!”

You stretch your lips into an awkward smile “Hi.”

“Please take a seat.” Hernando motion towards the table. “Then we’ll begin.” You glance over in the direction of all the seated guests. Powers or not, way too many of them look like they wouldn’t mind killing you.

“I’m fine standing, thanks.”

Hernando shrugs and begins lecturing about the game plan with the new threat of the Birds of Prey. You only pay half of your attention, catching a few words here and there. You never listen carefully at times like this, since your job is usually to just show up, cast some hexes and head out.

“I didn’t know they let witches in on heists.” You look down and see Victor Zsasz in front of you. His head is leaning back, since he sits facing away from you. Now that you are closer to him, you can see his features more clearly. From the silver teen in his mouth, to his token scars that cover his body- the nastiest being one on his neck that you assume wasn’t given to him voluntarily.

You bend down slightly so you can whisper in his ear, “I didn’t know they let mass murderers in on them, either.” He scoffs and straightens his neck and you straighten your back.

“-Y/N and Victor Zsasz will be the ones going to Hyunwoo Kim’s estate tomorrow.”

Yikes.

“I’m sorry, why do I get put with him?” You confront the boss. “I don’t think our attributes really compliment each other, to be honest.”

Hernando del Rey sighs, like an annoyed parent dealing with a bratty child. “Zsasz will be doing all the work, Y/N. You’re only there to make sure he doesn’t act out. If he does, just use your brujeria to kill him.”

The inside of your cheek starts to bleed due to how hard you bite it to refrain from arguing any further. You’ve never seen del Rey angry and you want to make sure to keep it that way.

From the corner of your eye you see Zsasz is back to looking at you. The wicked smile he wears tells you that this wouldn’t be any good.

~ ~ ~

A tired sigh leaves your mouth as you enter your apartment. The lights are off, just like you left it. It’s pitch black, leaving you blind against the darkness.

You begin to take off your pair of pumps when you notice the energy is off in here. The voice in your head yells that you are not alone. Immediately, you begin to mumble a Haitian spell you learned while in Port-au-Prince once summer- one that allows you to find a foe before they find you.

You’re not even halfway through the first line when a strong force pushes against you and your neck is pricked by a sharp object. Using your elbow, you hit the light switch.

The lights flicker on, revealing Victor Zsasz staring at you with the same look from earlier.

“Hello, witch.”

#victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz x you #birds of prey #dceu

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viltrumitesuperboy · 5 years ago

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Not Dating (Michael Mell x Male Reader)

This took forever because I forgot about it. Not that many followers of mine are into BMC seeing as I’ve accidentally become a Marvel acc, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

Squip group includes Jeremy, Michael, Christine, Brooke, Jenna, Jake, and Rich. No Chloe cause I don’t like sexual assault in my household.

Word count: 1299

Requested by: anon

Heyoooo (: would you mind writing something for Michael Mell (Be More Chill) and the popular jock kinda guy? Like, captain of the football team, supposedly dating the head cheerleader (who, in reality, is just his best friend and is actually really nice). Maybe Michaels starting to feel some feelings and Jeremy is like "dude!!! We're losers!!! He won't even know ur name!" Be ofc they end up together... thanks in advance (:

"Jordan!"

You ran up to your best friend from behind, hugging him around the shoulders as he laughed.

"How is the best cheerleader in the world doing?" you asked, letting go and putting your arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know. You'd have to ask Kayla," Jordan responded, gesturing to Kayla in front of him.

"Stop it, you're the head cheerleader for a reason," she chuckled.

"Well, I am doing great. We've chosen our new team members for tryouts, and I got to torture a freshman. For good reason. He's going to hate me but he's got potential," you informed them.

"Oh, we have some new people too. You remember the whole Squip thing last year? Two of the victims, Jenna and Brooke, are actually really amazing and we think they're going to be great additions. Jenna's plus size and so is a freshman we're considering, but we're working on diversity anyway. I mean, they have me," Jordan said.

"Being a boy and the head cheerleader can't be THAT bad, can it?"

Jordan grabbed you by the front of your shirt with a strength he got only from his years of training and faced you.

"We live in a sexist and misogynistic society. Look me straight in the eye and tell me that one more time," Jordan threatened.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you," you mumbled, and he let you go.

He gave you a grin and kissed your cheek, running off with Kayla to their class together. You chuckled to yourself and turned the corner, just catching the eyes of Michael Mell and his best friend Jeremy, who was the source of the Squip issue. You couldn't judge him for how he felt, so you were indifferent to his reputation. Michael, on the other hand, was probably one of the biggest geeks in the entire school. And he was attractive as hell.

You wanted to date him.

You quickly turned into your class without sparing them another glance or saying a word to them. They seemed to be having an important conversation.

"Jeremy, I think I have a crush."

"You what? On who? Can I help?" Jeremy excitedly responded.

"I don't think so. The only reason you're dating Christine right now is that you almost destroyed the whole school and possibly the world, so I think I'm fine."

Jeremy punched him in the arm and they both laughed. They reached their lockers were Christine was waiting.

"Jeremy! Don't forget about our date on Friday," she said, leaning on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

"You did just text me that this morning, and I haven't forgotten," Jeremy laughed. "Hey, any dating advice for Michael?"

"Compliment them, what you're wearing never matters, offer them food, ask to hang out, and just be the weirdo that you are!" she listed off quickly. "My class is across the school, see you later!"

She ran off at lightning speed, fast enough that no teacher could tell her to stop in time.

"Uh... I guess that's helpful," Michael mumbled.

"So who is it?" Jeremy urged, nudging his arm and grabbing his books. "We don't really know that many people personally, so it's someone you don't really know, right?"

"It's the captain of the football team," Michael blurted out. "He likes boys! But he's taken. By the head of the cheerleading team, which means he has high standards and that doesn't include me!"

Jeremy stared at him in shock and Michael leaned his head on his locker door, groaning at the metal.

"(Y/N)? A popular kid? A jock? That's more out of our league than Christine. But at least we know he likes boys. And you can try to be his friend! Don't forget, you gotta listen to your own voice. Advice is just a small part of the whole. You're a geek, use that to your ability," Jeremy said.

Just then, you walked past the two with the head of the cheerleading team giving you a kiss on the cheek and running off with his fellow cheerleader. Michael and Jeremy stared as you turned the corner and met their eyes for just a second.

"Well he saw us, and not past us, so that's something, right?" Jeremy said excitedly.

"Let's just go to class," Michael sighed.

You ended up bumping into Michael at a local grocery store that weekend. You told him you were getting groceries to bring home. He was really flustered, but admitted that he rarely ever came out and was grabbing snacks and drinks for his friends who were going to his place later that day. You of course, with your crush on him, asked if you could join since neither of you seemed to live too far away from each other. He said yes and you exchanged numbers so he could send you his address.

"Hey, you can invite your boyfriend if you want," Michael said, just as you were about to part ways.

"Uh... who?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Jordan? Aren't you guys dating?" he responded.

"No, he's my best friend!" you laughed. "I can invite him if he's not busy though. I'm sure he'll like you and your friends."

Michael blushed in embarrassment and laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, my bad. I'll see you later!"

You waved and walked home with the groceries. After texting Michael and Jordan, you left a note that you were going to a friend's place for a little bit. You walked to his house (which you mentally recognised the route to) and soon found yourself in a well-lit basement with a group of people you didn't really know well.

"Jordan should be here any minute," you murmured to Michael.

"Well, I'll introduce myself!" Christine exclaimed. "I'm Christine!"

"I know your names. We all went to the same middle school," you chuckled, dropping into a beanbag chair next to Michael.

"It's good that you remember," Michael said. "Nice to know that we aren't forgotten."

The doorbell rang and he moved to grab it. He told you to begin choosing a movie and setting up any video games they wanted to play. Almost instantly Christine and Jake were next to you.

"It seems that our new friend has a crush, even if it's not someone popular," Jake pretended to ponder.

"And I know a lovesick look when I see it! Because Jeremy over there always gave me one," Christine said.

"Hey!" Jeremy shouted in response.

Christine skipped over to him and Jake moved away in his crutches as Jordan and Michael made an appearance.

"Oh my god, I love Apocalypse of the Damned!" he gasped, instantly running to the group near the TV and finding an empty spot.

He seemed to fit in very easily. You motioned Michael to join, and he turned off one side of the lights so it would be easier to see the screen before taking a seat next to you. The entire night was filled with awkward smiles and glances in the other's direction. Halfway through the movie your hand was in Michael's whenever it got the smallest bit emotional. Just as you were all leaving, Jordan turned and shoved you right back through the door and closed it.

"Figure our your feelings, losers!" Jake shouted, followed by laughter.

You turned to face Michael, definitely full-face blushing.

"I'm sure he's joking," Michael awkwardly chuckled.

"I mean, I don't think I would be," you mumbled, finding your feet interesting.

"Are you... saying that you like me?" Michael asked.

"Yes? I mean, you might be a nerd but you’re cool and I’ve liked you for years,” you said. “I wanna ask you out on a date. Can I ask you out on a date?”

Michael laughed and opened the door for you to go.

“Yes.”

#x male reader #male reader #x male!reader #michael mell x male reader #michael mell x reader #michael mell x male!reader #michael mell imagine

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jisungyah · 4 years ago

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Dream State - 16 : The Betrayal

In all honesty San was not ready for this. A new year, a new place and new friends ...... possibly?

He stepped past the main gates, the shade from the trees above allowed small patches of light to come through. He checked for people around but only a single cyclist passed by. With the coast clear he twirled around, a gentle breeze following him.

San chuckled at himself. He imagined himself looking like a princess in some fairytale, enjoying the beauty of nature surrounding him.

But he was kinda lost, deciding to ask the group-chat for help.

He ventured deeper as he waited for a response.

-[’months’ not ‘mo this’]

Just as Mingi mentioned, San did try to memorize the campus from the map and pictures online. He thought that maybe he could survive a year alone someplace new, but with Seonghwa around for backup. Even at that Seonghwa would have his own life and classes. And they left Mingi back in Busan.

He wasn’t functioning. His knowledge of the campus gone due to his rising excitement but also anxiety. And when he arrived at the gates it was so different to the pictures he’d seen.

The grounds were filled with more greenery than he envisioned and the older buildings reminded him of Hogwarts. Somewhat mystical to him.

San kept checking the group-chat as he went further but they didn’t seem to be helping and Seonghwa already found his way around.

Continuing down his path San’s tree shade ended, sunlight washing over him. He was now met with a fountain ahead, along with more modern looking buildings and other human beings.

His eyes wandered around again, this time making eye contact.

The boy seemed shocked by San’s entrance. San gazing back, taking in the other boy’s features, sharp monolid eyes and protruding lips.

San should’ve looked away, he knew he was staring but the guy had turned back to his phone first.

Brushing off the awkward interaction, San stepped closer to the fountain. He sat down thinking maybe he could find his way from here. He checked the group-chat one more time expecting the usual chaos but instead he found a picture of himself.

Surprised, someone called out to him before he could process the messages.

“Hey San! it’s me Jinnie! or xiaojun..” the boy with pouty lips announced, standing in front of San now. “My names actually Hyunjin but hey, nice to meet you!” he spoke while attempting a hand shake with his phone still in hand.

San stood up, taking Hyunjin’s free hand to shake. He was about to introduce himself but another call interrupted him.

“SAN !” “SANNI” “M-mountain?”

Hyujin chuckled then went back to his phone presumably to the group-chat. “And that’s Minho” he told.

“You know Jaehyun, Highway to Heaven Jaehyun” he informed, when San made a confused expression. San just nodded along and followed Hyunjin to this Minho, who was now shouting both their names.

Eventually the three gathered and went to Seonghwa together. The walk over to the lecture halls seemed very familiar to San, now reaslising the campus had rennovations from when the pictures he reviewed were taken. The two others busy on their phones, reminding him of his own friends doing the same when they were back in Busan.

They came across Seonghwa stood outside the building. Their introduction brief but they were quick to tease each other as they would on twitter, before sending San off to his first lecture.

Back to school:

Everyone back to school isn’t this fun... not really when you’re in college but there is still some excitement in this new city and campus for 2/3 of the Busan Boys.

Fountain.. if Yeosang and Wooyoung met a bit later would they have came across San there???

pt.15 < Masterlist > pt.17

[ Social Media Woosan AU:

Having finished his first year of college, Wooyoung spends his summer with friends.. online friends mostly., friends made through his Lee Donghyuck parody acc..

Will he be ready to spend his second year with these crackheads ? and what if his twt crush starts attending his university ? ]

a/n trying to get this out before i go back into college myself, it might be a little rushed?? but yeah feedback would be nice if you have anything to say... also lowkey having second thoughts on the ending based on certain feelings popping up now.. haha sooo maybe a twitter poll soon ????

#DREAM STATE #woosan #woosan au #atiny #ateez #ateez social media au #ateez au #NCT #nctzen #nct au #nct social media au #social media au #skz #skz au #skz social media au #markhyuck

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pxiao · 5 years ago

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Reasons I’m glad V///R is dead and gone forever

So V//R is dead and cancelled and my only reaction is FINALLY. Since VR is gone and we can finish forgetting the forgettable show and get rid of all our salt. You’re free to add to the post but there are rules.

1. DO NOT TAG IT SO THE FANS CAN SEE. As much as I hate the show and the fandom even they don’t deserve to see people bashing the show in their tag.

2. Don’t write the name of the show or the characters. Use /// or ---- in the character’s name like Yu///saku so the tumblr search can’t pull them up

ok good? Good.

Everyone but Yu///saku is worthless.

Seriously when have any of the characters actually progressed the story? Potentially only SB have done anything truly worthwhile. Everyone else was just to die to build tension for Yu//saku. And if you’re asking for RE///volver. OHHH I have a section just for him, don’t you worry.

Sto//rm Acc/ess aka Yu//saku is such a shitty duelist that the MINORITY of his duels has him not cheating.

SERIOUSLY it’s written that Yu//saku can get a random extra deck monster with his skill BUT the issue is despite it being “random” Yu//saku ALWAYS gets the monster he needs to win. NOT ONCE IN THE 100+ EPISODE HAS HE GOTTEN A USELESS CARD. ALWAYS THE ONE HE NEEDS. Totally doesn’t seem like plot armor. And you know it wouldn’t be as big of an issue IF HE DIDN’T USE IT FOR EVERY SPE///ED DUEL!!!!!!!! For a character that the show likes to say is “invincible” he sure isn’t good enough to win with the deck he built. It got ridiculous with his duel with G/oo in season 2 where G//o countered his skill BUT A//i revealed it had a secondary effect that let him draw a card AND still get a new extra deck monster.

Plot twists:

They fall into two camps, “we already knew you dumbasses” or “THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS SMOKING!” Essentially the twists are obvious like A///i was based off of Yu//saku’s data as why wouldn’t he be. Or the dumb ones like Spec///tre beating A///oi or somehow Spec//tre had CONSCIOUS TREE AS A MOTHER. There have been a few twists that I can count that surprised me but they lead to other twists that fall back into stupid.

the “Plot” just plain doesn’t exist.

It’s just things happening with some connecting plot lines BUT they rarely lead into each other. Light///ning revealed that his plan was happening THE EXACT SAME TIME as season 1′s finale. A//i being the villain is more due to Light//ning’s simulation somehow proving that A///i will destroy humanity than the fact that A/i’s the only Ig//nis left. And each season’s arc has no connecting plot either. Season 1 can be broken down to Yu//saku gets A//i which has him meet the “main cast” and then Yu///saku go to S//OL for info that was TOTALLY pointless. Which is isolated from Re//volver setting a virus that traps you on the internet which leads to Re//volver learning Yusa//ku’s face AND MEETING HIM but does jack shit with that info. And then Re///volver’s final plan happens that was based on timing than anything else.

Does that seem disjointed? YEP because there is no narrative at all, things are just happening. There is a vague connection at best but none of the characters’ actions actually affect how the story goes. THE FRUSTRATING PART IS THEY SET UP MOMENTS WHERE THEY COULD HAVE BUT THEY DIDN’T. SEASON 2 AND 3 IS THE SAME THINGS JUST HAPPEN AND THEN YU//SAKU HAS TO SAVE THE FUCKING DAY. V/R has no rhyme or reason why things happen, they just do and let me tell you, that’s fucking boring.

The Yu//saku praise

My fucking god. Look the protagonist getting praised isn’t new, it happens with each series BUT the issue is the volume that Yu//saku gets and how early he gets it. Most protagonists have to wait till at least the second series before the population love them. Yu///saku got it by the THIRD EPISODE. BY. BEAT. A. MOOK. He was called a hero, people were saying he was hot, people were copying his avatar. AND IT NEVER STOPPED. EVERY OTHER EPISODE HAS SOMEONE SAY HE’S AMAZING, STRONG AND SOOO IMPORTANT.

An A//oi episode in season 1 has a less than five minute section just to show that a kid HERO WORSHIPS YU//SAKU AND WAS IT. The kid appears with an avatar based on PM, PM saves him and tells the kid to trust him to save and then the kid logs out. AND THIS HAPPENS CONSTANTLY. “YU//SAKU IS INVINCIBLE”, “YU//SAKU IS MY HERO!”, “EVERYONE DEPENDS ON YOU YU//SAKU”. IT’S BEEN AN ENTIRE SHOW OF PEOPLE SINGING YU///SAKU’S PRAISES AND THE WORST PART OF IT IS, HE DESERVES NONE OF IT.

The setting.

Let me ask ... THE FUCK IS IT. What even is Link Vr//ains? Is it a game, a site, a program? WHY IS IT ONLY IN DE///N CITY? WHY IS DESTROYING IT WILL LEAD TO THE ENTIRE INTERNET CRASHING???????? Link Vr///ains is something that NEEDS to be explained but the show NEVER DOES. HELL IT NEVER EVEN TRIES.

The girls

Jesus christ ... the girls are .... just sad. A///oi ... my fucking god A//oi. A///oi’s personality starts and ends with “onii-sama”. NEARLY EVERY MOTIVE OF HER’S IS I WANT TO DO SOMETHING FOR MY STEPBROTHER. Everything else is a passing fancy. Mi///yu? Yeah nice motivation but that’s why her two duels as BM in season 2 is more about her relationship with Ak//ira than her “friend”.

Em//ma’s backstory was absorbed into BS’ despite the fact he was a new addition when Em//ma was around since season 1.

Vir//ya is just a bit character meant to fill out the remain KOH, since their return in season 2, she haven’t done anything of value.

Qu///een ... why is she there? I mean she appeared in a Bikini ... in virtual reality. seriously there is no point in that shit, and then did nothing besides watch over Ear//th’s death and then lost to A//i when her skill was named honey trap.

Mi////yu is so unimportant we haven’t gotten a scene of her out of flashback despite being a lost chi//ld.

Back to A//oi, it’s not even that A//oi isn’t important,sadly that’s not uncommon in YGO, it’s the fact EACH TIME SHE TRIES TO DO SOMETHING, THE SHOW PUNISHES HER FOR IT. She tries to be a symbol for people, it’s stupid why she trying but still, Spec///tre reveals he was toying with her the entire time and she had no chance. She tries to get stronger in season 2, SB beats cause she doesn’t have an Ig//nis and then she does nothing for half the season. She tries to save her “childhood friend”, Bow//man beats her and takes her consciousness so Yu//saku has to save her ... again. She tries to protected Ak//ira, A//i beats them and only takes A//oi to taunt her over her failure. THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE SHOW, ANYTIME A//OI TRIES TO DO ANYTHING, THE SHOW BEAT HER UP AS IF TO SAY, YOU SHOULDN’T DO ANYTHING EVER. Great message there.

Simulations

You know as people there are plenty of reasons that conflict starts, greed, hate, anger, lust, desperation to survive, hunger. And how does conflict start in V/r? FUCKING SIMULATIONS. EVERY SINGLE CONFLICT IN THIS SHOW IS BECAUSE OF A SIMULATION. K//OH are a thing cause Kog///ami did a simulation that showed that the Ig//nis are learning TOO FAST AND WILL CAUSE THE END OF HUMANITY. Ligh///tning turned evil because he learned no matter what he can NEVER BE FRIENDS WITH HUMANITY CAUSE OF A SIMULATION. A///i turning “evil” because he’s doom to end the world cause of you guessed it a SIMULATION. Simulations are just tools and are NEVER THE FINAL RESULT. There are too many variables to truly make an 100% accurate simulation BUT HERE THEY ACT AS IF SIMULATIONS ARE A FUCKING GOSPEL. IT’S STUPID AND INCREDIBLY LAZY THAT THE CAUSE OF ALL the conflict in this show is because of independent simulations.

Mental illness

As a person with a mental illness and went to therapy I can say this, VR doesn’t deserve any brown points for covering mental illness. If anything VR touching mentally illness takes points away. I have already said my piece on how poorly VR tackles mental illness. But my take away is this when it comes to mental illness VR is a absolutely horrible.

Rev///ovler

Re//voler is in all honestly a shitty character despite what his fans think. He’s an asshole that has no drive of his own. He admit he does this all BECAUSE OF HIS DAD. The one time he did do something of his own accord, turn his dad in, he later regretted so much that he refuses to do it again. LOOK I can understand missing your father despite the fact he’s trash, human relationships are complex BUT RE///VOLVER BEING “FATHER I WILL NEVER EVER GO AGAINST YOU AGAIN DESPITE THE FACT YOU KIDNAPPED KIDS AND THEN TORTURED THEM BECAUSE YOU FELT SAD HUMAN WILL EVENTUALLY GO EXTINCT ONLY TO TURN ON YOUR CREATIONS” IS FUCKING STUPID. And then he goes the EXTRA MILE OF ASS and says to Yu//saku’s face that he REGRETS SAVING HIS LIFE TWICE. And he never apologized either.

Also his “development” is forced as shit, Revo//lver never develops onscreen or shows signs of changing, just the show and characters say OH YES RE//VOLVER CHANGED.... IN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. Honestly after his return in season 2 where he showed he DIDN’T CHANGE, then he tries to help Hom//ura despite telling Yu//saku he regrets saving him. WHY THE CHANGE. HE HAS SEEN NOTHING THAT MADE HE FEEL SYMPATHY FOR THE LOST KI//DS. BUT HE’S ALL OF A SUDDEN KIND TO HO///MURA. AND THEN AFTER HE LOSES TO LIGH//TNING AND SAY’S A/I NAME, ONLY TO SNAP BACK IN SEASON 3 AND WANTS TO KILL A///I. What I’m saying is, he has no real character development, you can tell what the show WANTED him to become but my god they were too lazy to actually show him changing.

Yu//saku

OH BOY this is going to be long. Yu//saku is by far the WORST WRITTEN PROTAGONIST IN YGO HISTORY. He has no personality and no real background besides HE WAS TORTURED, POOR HIM!!!!! Seriously what was his life like before the Lo//st Incident. What did he like to do, did he have friends, where the fuck are his parents. There is no information about him, past or present. Like his current “personality”, WHAT IS IT besides he’s stoic/emotionless. He’s not nice or even mean anymore. He has no likes or even dislikes. All we know is he’s determined ... and that’s it. Yu//saku is a blank slate for the viewers to project on. Yu//saku is honestly NOTHING.

Honestly, Yu///saku isn’t strong as he cheats the MAJORITY of his duels, he isn’t smart as rarely does he do anything that’s smart, wanting to brutal force the solution and he doesn’t follow his own advice.

Yu//saku: Bonds are important and the only thing that are absolutes

Yu//saku then fucks off for 3 MONTHS NOT TELLING ANYONE

And like Re//volver, his “development” is forced as hell. He just says things that make no sense for him to say. Yu//saku shouldn’t say revenge doesn’t help WHEN IT OBVIOUSLY DID. The show was supporting him and he got the guy that kidnapped him killed and then he got better. HELL JI//N WAS SAID TO GET BETTER ONCE THE K//OH WERE BEAT.

#vr damn it

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silvana-fangirls · 7 years ago

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Target [Dabi x ua!Reader] Chapter 4.

Hey there, boys and girls :) I'm so sorry this took a bit longer than promised, but yesterday as soon as I got home from college I collapsed in my bed and I forgot to post this.

Anyways, PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU START:

-Time lapses may be a little bit fucked up but just because I needed to change them to fit in the story better! So, if something seems out of place, it's probably that - Also guys, I've got the amazing oportunity to get my OC (the girl I imagine when I write this) drawn by an incredible artist. Of course, this is a Reader Insert so you don't have to imaine her as I do but if you could please chec it out it'll mean a lot to me! He's also drawn his OC Ren thats really similar to mine (in quirk abd stuff) and he looks crazy good as well :) You can check them out on this link His tumblr acc is @unlikelypickle and you should def follow him and check out his amazing art :)

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No one moved for a moment.

While Dabi appeared to be in a calm manner, he was in high alert, waiting for any movement and he could tell the rest of them were the same.

All eyes were on the angry kid, particularly on his still smoking hands.

The silence caused by the situation allowed everyone on the room to listen clearly at the still going interview.

“Mr. Eraserhead” A man said. “You claimed it was for the student’s safety… but in the middle of it all, you urged your students to fight” He added. “What were your intentions at that point?”

If it wasn’t because of the little explosions that started to go off from Bakugou’s hand, Dabi would surely have turned to the T.V. to listen what possible retarded excuse could the Pros have for the incident.

“Since we had no way of grasping the full nature of the situation I made that decision in an attempt to avoid the worst-case scenario” Eraserhead answered.

“The worst-case scenario?” The man almost snorted loudly. “How else would you describe a situation where 26 of your students were wounded and two of them were kidnapped?”

“At that moment, the worst case I could imagine involved the deaths of my students” Eraserhead said glaring at the man.

‘We should’ve killed someone’

The man stood quiet.

“It became clear that the gas responsible for most of the harm was a villain’s quirk –one with a soporific effect” The Principal said. “Kendo’s and Tetsutetsu’s quick thinking was responsible for minimizing the damage. The students have all received psychological evaluations, and none of them seem to have emotional trauma”

“Is that meant to be a silver lining?” The man asked sarcastically.

“We believe that the worst has been avoided as long as the students still have their futures” The Principal answered.

The man stood quiet for a moment before glancing at the U.A.’s representatives dangerously and spoke:

“Can you say the same about young Bakugou, who was abducted?” He asked in a calm manner. “He won your Sports Festival” He started. “He struggled valiantly and fearlessly against a powerful villain during the sludge incident. His impressive record implies the making of a tough, powerful hero, yet… He showed a rather violent side of himself after his Festival victory. An attitude that persisted up through the awards ceremony” He explained. “We’ve already caught glimpses, here and there, of his mental instability”

Dabi saw how Bakugou went rigid at that, he clenched his teeth and knuckles but remained in fighting stance.

“Or better yet…” The man said once again. “What about (Y/LN) (Y/N)?” He asked. “The daughter of two of the most dangerous villains the country’s ever had. Villains, that I may add, were ruthless, sadistic and clearly mentally unstable” He added. “How does someone with roots like those even ends up in the U.A.?” He asked. “How can you assure us that she doesn’t have the same beliefs as her parents? How can you assure us that she won’t end up just like them? Are you really expecting us to believe that she was kidnapped by chance?”

The whole press started murmuring.

“You can’t honestly expect us to believe that all these qualities, from both kidnaped students, are mere coincidences?” He asked. “What if a skilled manipulator gets to them and sends them both down to the past of evil? Can you provide ‘proof’ as you say that both of them still have a future?”

Eraserhead instantly shot up and bowed, glaring at the man murderously.

“Any lapse in the behavior of our students is our failing” He said. “Still, regarding Bakugou… He behaved that way at the Sports Festival because he has such strong convictions and ideals. More than anyone, he pursues the tittle of Top Hero with everything he’s got.” He added. “If the villains have mistaken that for weakness, then their thought process is indeed superficial… Regarding (Y/LN) (Y/N), even if I’m not her teacher, all I can say is: there’s classified things you don’t know about. You don’t know how it all went down. If she’s in the U.A. now, it’s all thanks to the convictions and ideals she’s pursuing”

“You got that, you fucking scumbags!?” Bakugou’s voice roared as he cracked his knuckles. “Just so you know... Technically I’ve still got permission to fight back!”

‘Something’s wrong with this kid’ Dabi thought. Maybe that man wasn’t so wrong when he talked about his mental instability.

“This boy really seems to understand his position! Clever little thing!” Magne said, quite perturbed about Bakugou’s antics.

“Can I stab him?” Toga asked, looking at Bakugou with her typical chirpiness.

“No, you idiot” Dabi said, eyes not leaving Bakugou.

“Why don’t you just pretend that we’d won you over? I don’t understand!” Mr. Compress said and Dabi agreed with him.

It’ll be easier to just pretend to agree and escape later.

“I don’t fucking lie about anything” Bakugou said. “Enough of this bullshit. I’m not in the mood to hang around this nasty dump anymore. Untie her, now!” He screamed at Shigaraki, but he was still standing in the same position, looking at the hand.

“You mustn’t, Shigaraki Tomura, calm yourself!” Kurogiri said, charging towards Bakugou and Shigaraki.

Only then Shigaraki turned to glare at Bakugou, making him take a step back with widened eyes.

“Stay back… all of you” Shigaraki said and calmly picked up the hand that was on the floor. “This kid…” he said, and placed the hand on his face again. “…Is an important pawn.” He sighed. “I wish you would’ve at least listened to me. I thought we might understand each other…”

“Nope” Bakugou simply said. “Don’t make me repeat it. Let her go!” He ordered.

“Why?” Shigaraki said. “We haven’t talked with her yet, maybe she wants to join us”

“Like hell she does” Bakugou spat. “Those restrains are proof enough. It’s clear that she didn’t came here fucking willingly”

“We just needed to make sure she’s got to listen to what we have to say” Shigaraki simply said.

“Haven’t you heard the fucking interview? Her answer will be no”

“Don’t be naïve, boy. She was raised by villains after all” Mr. Compress said.

“I think she deserves a chance to hear us out just like you did” Shigaraki said.

“Okay, that’s it” And Bakugou lunged at him once again; hand ready to create another big explosion.

Shigaraki managed to dodge this time making Bakugou direct his attack too close to the girl; and even if the explosion itself didn’t hurt her or touched her whatsoever, the loud noise near her made her jump awake.

All eyes were directed to her.

Dabi saw how her widened eyes started to look everywhere; disorientation and confusion clear in them. She was breathing so erratically that for a moment, her breathing was the only sound filling the room.

After her frenetically scan, her eyes landed on Dabi for a moment. He could tell that she held back a gasp and she tried to make a move to back off but her restrains stopped her.

Her eyebrows frowned at that and she looked down at her body… tied up, trapped in a chair.

“…What?” Dabi heard her mutter under her breath. She started to shake her arms in order to free herself but there was no use.

With now panicked eyes, she looked at him again for a moment to then look around the room.

It was only when her gaze met Bakugou’s that she seemed to understand what was actually happening.

“What the he-“ She tried to say but was interrupted by a yelp coming from her mouth as she winced. She tried to move her arms to touch her head but she was cut short by the chains. It was only then when she realized that there was something tightly tied around her head.

Dabi was pleased to see that it was working to keep up her pain.

“So, the sleeping beauty finally awakes” Shigaraki said and started to walk towards where she was.

“HEY, back of-“ Bakugou roared but Dabi had enough of his bullshit so he cut him short by grabbing him by the nape of his neck, heating up his hands just enough to make sure he got the ‘One more move and I roast you’ message.

(Y/N) gave Bakugou a quick side glance but then turned her eyes to Shigaraki, trying to keep up a threatening look.

“Where am I?” She asked with what Dabi thought was the calmer tone of voice she could manage at the moment. “Why am I here?”

“You’re here because we wanna discuss something with you” Shigaraki said, purposely ignoring her first question.

Her eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth.

“I already know what it is, and I’m not interested” She said firmly. “I’ve already told one of your minions what my answer was.” Dabi held back a snort at this ‘Minion?’ He thought as he continued to keep a firm grip on Bakugou’s nape ‘This girl is something else, gotta give her that’. “So, if you already know, why am I here?” She asked again.

“Mind manipulation” Dabi simply said, already feeling Shigaraki’s gaze on him.

It’s not that he felt the need to give any explanations, but just so everyone knew that he wasn’t an idiot that just blurted out their plan to her.

Shigaraki’s gaze turned to her again and he kneeled down to her level.

“Fascinating” Shigaraki said, observing her.

(Y/N) Backed off as much as she could and she sent another quick glance at Bakugou.

“So, her answer was ‘No’?” Magne asked Dabi, clearly confused as to why. Dabi didn’t answer, he just kept his focus on Shigaraki and the chained uo girl.

“I thought that a few words were gonna be able to convince you” Shigaraki said, looking at her. “But I gotta admit that it’s also kind of satisfying to see you play hard to get. Dabi said you were quite a pain” Dabi rolled his eyes at this.

‘I didn’t say that’ But of course Shigaraki would use everything he could to make him look less.

“I know how you feel” Shigaraki continued. “I know how people judge you, I know how you always go straight home from school and how you have to go as undercover as possible to do simple things as grocery shopping or laundry. I’ve seen you. I’ve observed you for quite a while”

‘And that’s not creepy at all’ he could tell she was thinking the same thing by how she tried to distance herself even more from him and looked away. ‘Is he trying to recruit her or to freak her out?’ He sighed at how stupid some people could be.

“Doesn’t it make you angry? Seeing how your life turned out to after what those heroes did to your parents?” Her eyes widened slightly at this and she snapped her head to him again. “How those merciless heroes murdered them?”

“SHUT UP!” She screamed, boiling rage clear in her eyes. “You have NO idea of what you’re talking about”

“I don’t?” Shigaraki asked incredulously. “That’s exactly how it went down, everyone saw it” He snorted. “The heroes were ruthless. All Might was ruthless... they didn’t even give your parents a chanc-“

“The heroes didn’t do anything. If they’re dead now, it’s because they were villains. That’s fucking it. It was their fault!” She shouted again.

Dabi had to admit he was a bit taken aback by it all. Yes, she’d already said that when they were fighting in the forest but he hasn’t really put much thought into it back then. Plus, he also thought that since Shigaraki said she was forced to enroll the U.A., maybe the pros kinda got to her or they convinced her to think that way.

But watching her now, anger in her eyes and even a bit of shame, it was kinda weird. It was almost as if she didn’t want to talk about the subject but not exactly because she felt sad about it.

“You can’t possibly mean that” Shigaraki said at first. “They were your parents, and they raised you to be a villain”

“Are you serious, girly? Heroes were glorified that day for taking the lives of your parents, yet when a villain kills someone they get condemned by people! Having to face years of imprisonment or worst” Magne exclaimed offended.

“Plus they got unimaginable prizes and rewards for it; it was all over the media. Heroes are only working for fame and money nowadays. Getting paid for some of the same atrocities ‘villains’ do, getting praised” Spinner added too. “The Hero Killer Stain taught us-“

“I don’t care what he taught you” She said, cutting him off.

“You don’t care? You don’t care about how society praises ‘heroes’ that are just as ruthless as some villains? You don’t care about how the ones that are ‘less’ are immediately tossed aside by society? You don’t care about how people judge you when they don’t even know you?” Shigaraki asked offended.

“You are judging me without even knowing me!” She pointed out.

“I seriously can’t understand you. Your parents raised you to be a villain” Shigaraki said in disbelief.

“I didn’t know I was forced to be whatever my parents wanted me to” She spat.

That did strike a chord in Dabi.

The way those words hit him almost made him tense up… almost.

He narrowed her eyes ever so slightly as he observed her and he kinda wanted to smack himself for not recognizing his same own ‘feelings’ in her eyes.

Shame, anger, disgust, rejection, hatred.

Apparently he was right when he thought this girl was something else. Now he knew for a fact that she won’t ever agree to join them.

He almost just wanted to unchain her and let her go do whatever she was doing to make her parents writhe on their graves.

Almost, but not quite. His mission was way more important and he knew for a fact that whether she agreed to join them or not, keeping her here with them kept on making the society turn against the heroes more and more as each second passed by.

The more time the Pros took to ‘rescue’ their students –if they even manage to do it- the closer the villains were from reaching their goal.

Shigaraki finally stood up from his kneeling position and looked down at her with what seemed to be a smile.

“I really wanna kill her” Toga commented after a while. Dabi was quite surprised to see actual hatred in her golden eyes.

“Don’t worry sweetie. In time, you’ll change your mind” He said to the chained girl as he grabbed her chin and pulled her as close as he could to him.

“DON’T TOUCH HER YOU IDIOT!” Bakugou screamed as he attempted to lunge at him, but Dabi shot a small yet dangerous flame from the palm that was holding his neck making Bakugou scream in pain.

(Y/N) gasped horrified, even if she couldn’t move her chin, she saw from the corner of her eye what happened.

“STOP IT!” She pleaded.

Shigaraki finally let go of her chin and turned to Bakugou. “Same goes for you”

“Fuck you” Was his reply that came out in pained grunts.

“I can’t waste much more time in this, not now at least” Shigaraki said. “We all heard about the heroes’ investigation, so we have to lay low and be careful” He explained. “Magne and Compress, you’re gonna watch the base from outside. Get rid of any possible threat without getting noticed. Don’t let them see you” He ordered and Magne and Compress left the room. “Toga you’re going to go downtown see if you can find any more information about whatever the heroes plan to do be sure to use your quirk discreetly and please act as sane as you can” Toga nodded eagerly and left as well. “Spinner you go to the rooftop. Keep watch from up there and be sure to remain out of sight. Dabi, tie up Bakugou again. You won’t be able to go out since you can’t possibly hide those nasty scars of yours. When you’re done go meet us behind. Kurogiri and I will be searching for someplace new to hide, at least until these two agree with us”

Kurogiri and Shigaraki left the room after that, leaving only Dabi and the two kids inside.

Dabi started to drag Bakugou back to his restraining chair, and to his surprise he didn’t put up a fight.

Both of them were quiet but he could almost feel their hate towards him.

Being careful not to get caught, he could see her eyes trained on nothing more than Bakugou the entire time he was chaining him. He could see her eyes traveling from Bakugou’s face to the now burnt flesh in his nape and vice versa.

He didn’t really agree to leave them alone and unguarded, but he wasn’t going to stay and babysit either. So, once he was done he exited the room leaving the door open.

But instead of walking down the hall to where Kurogiri and Shigaraki were, he stood quietly hiding from their sights.

“You okay?” Bakugou said after a while, not quite whispering but certainly not loud enough either.

It took some time for her to reply.

“I had better days” She said at first before grunting in pain. ‘Probably caused by the leather still tied to her head’ Dabi thought. “I’m fine” She assured. “Are you okay, though?” She asked.

“It’s nothin’” Bakugou said. “I’m used to burns”

They didn’t say anything more for a few seconds.

“Don’t worry” Bakugou said. “We’ll get outta here”

To that, she didn’t reply.

She couldn’t describe how she was feeling. All of her was filled with dread, anger, impotence… But, most of all, guilt.

She couldn’t stay and just do nothing.

She’s always considered herself a ‘correct’ girl. She always did what she was told, she’d always done things the ‘good’ way, and she’d always beat up every single expectation people had for her. She was a good girl.

But now, she was going to break the rules.

It didn’t matter what it could cost her, the guilt was consuming her and doing something was better than sitting and wait.

After all, she was the one that let her go to the woods on her own, for Christ’s sake.

Kendo felt absolutely devastated when they first told her, she didn’t even believe it at first.

“It’s not only Bakugou, Kendo. (Y/LN) is missing too” was what her classmates had told her once the paramedics finished checking her out that horrid day, and the first thing that came to her was how she offered to go to the woods with her and how easily she let her go alone after she refused just once.

Maybe if she’d insisted a bit more she will be here safe and sound today. Maybe if she’d insisted a bit more they could’ve fight the villain that abducted her; Or maybe they could’ve been in this together now.

She was painfully aware of (Y/LN)’s past, as everyone was. Everyone knew what happened to her since almost everyone probably saw it on T.V. or at least re-watched it somewhere else. Everyone knew who she was, even if she’d hardly spoken to anyone till this day.

Kendo knew she lived alone and she knew that other than her, she didn’t have any friends.

They were barely even friends to begin with.

Kendo knew that she had no one waiting for her to be found, waiting for her to be free. There was no one truly waiting for her other than Kendo herself.

Kendo also knew how some of her own classmates already thought that (Y/N) has joined The League of Villains.

She couldn’t believe how blind they were.

Still, that didn’t matter now. What did matter was the fact that while visiting some of her hospitalized classmates, she’d heard something.

She marched quickly to the hospital; she’d be dammed if they’ve already left without her. She needed to hurry.

Luckily, Kirishima’s red head came to view once she neared the hospital.

She run to them and they all became rigid.

“H-Hey, Kendo!” Midoriya stuttered. Trying to pretend as if nothing was happening and failing miserably.

“I know what you’re up to” Kendo ignored them and turned to everyone.

They were all about to make up excuses but she spoke again.

“I want in” She demanded.

They all stood in shock for a moment.

“Okay” Midoriya said.

“We’ll be leaving tomorrow night” Todoroki added.

Notes:

I really liked this chapter tbh, I hope you did too :)

Anyways i know I said we'll get some backstory in this chapter and we got a bit of it, but not all. Next chapter we'll be diving in the Reader's P.O.V. again and we'll get the whole story (so don't freak out just yet) and we'll get to know what she thinks about all of this too.

Second thing, I’m going with the Dabi is a Todoroki theory mainly because Dabi is such an incomplete character rn and it’s very difficult to understand him since we really know nothing about him

Also, if you're wondering why Bakugou didn't try to fight them (at least not in his carelessly way) it's because she was still chained up and while he could've fight them (and possibly believe that he could've win) she was still trapped and being the hero in training he is he refused to leave her (and he didn't want the villains to hurt her either just because of him)

The new chapter's gonna be up after Saturday so I don't spoil the people that didn't read the manga.

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