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senka-mesecine · 1 month ago

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Not to be weird and i don’t know if this has been asked or not (this is just a suggestion please ignore this if you’re uncomfortable)

but thoughts on a fic on Barnes with a breeding kink? Or just deliberately not pulling out/trying to get the reader pregnant

I feel like he wouldn’t be above it knowing him, and his methods are semi-depraved under the guise of “Barnes knows best”

Barnes Knows Best.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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wonderful gif by @woman-with-no-name

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It was fucked up.

Truly, it was.

Then again, was it really?

On the grand scale of screwed up, to him, this was on the mildly mediocre side.

He'd even say it was a pleasure.

Barnes, he always figured, if he doesn't do this to you some other stupid, simple cocksucker with a hard-on inevitably would --- it was just the reality of life to him; if he doesn't knock up the pretty little thing someone else just might, perhaps not tomorrow, not in a week, a month, maybe not even in years, which might truly be the shocker of all shockers, but the facts of being alive were always the same to him --- existence comes at you fast and death is always looming. You either take your chance or you miss it and lose every right to go 'round complainin'. And the concept of fucking rubber? As useful as the protective pin of a grenade because he didn't subscribe to being careless and stupid, except, with you. With you, he specifically wanted casualties. He pondered this long enough. Just not long enough to be considered an indecisive slacker pussyfootin' around instead of acting.

Shit needed to be done.

-"You hear the news, Sarge?"-

Bunny interrupts his train of thoughts handing him a cigarette and walking side by side with him accompanied by Red ever present with a zippo there to light said tobacco. They were like the nail and the hammer in that regard. One looming on each side of his shoulders. -"Some nurse up at 24th Infantry been barebacking it and going titty up with half the platoon."- Bunny snorts and his face flares up in the most lascivious expression Barnes has seen on him yet; reminded him of a hungry rodent eager to chew through a concrete wall, but his attention's silently piqued as he pushed the lit Marlboro between his lips. Barnes never had the tendency to show he was carefully listening, but he always was. The topic of discussion was almost fucking prophetic. Conveniently well-timed. As if everything was coming together to stir him in the direction he was already stirring himself anyway; the cogs of the machine turning, well-oiled and immaculate. -"Caused a whole riot with the head honchos 'cos nobody could keep track of who's been porking who at base camp."- Bunny continues as they strolled together and the kid was all smiles and resentment, fully engrossed into the story, like he wishes he was there himself. If Barnes's thoughts were merely germinating in the back of his mind, now, they were taking form, ever clearer, ever nearer. People were doing this. Was as common as fragging, Barnes noted privately. If someone liked someone, they'd single them out and knock them the fuck up. Ship them back home and have a secured, done deal on their hands. A marriage before a marriage. Nature's way of getting hitched. -"Now the bitch's ballooned up. And everyone's the padre. Can you believe, man?"- Audible bitterness and green-faced envy soaks the pores of Bunny's words and while Barnes figured rumors tended to be overexaggerated travelling from one mouth to the other and that the 24th wasn't quite literally having an orgy in the middle of the Cambodian wilderness and balls deep in enemy territory; but, still the fact that an unprecedented accident happened in the form of a pregnancy among servicewomen was a proof that it could be done.

Done and gotten away with.

Sure. He knew that.

Getting confirmation of the obvious, though. It was like scratching an itch.

-"Uh, Bun, Bob doesn't wanna hear that filthy crap, do you, Bob, eh? Sure you don't. Nah-uh."-

Red interjects nervously on his behalf once he, undoubtedly, catches the blank, distant look on his face accompanied by the lack of words, wrongfully deducing it as a sign of disinterest or some sort of subdued offense taken --- Barnes wasn't disinterested. Wasn't offended either. Far from. He was simply taking in the intel and letting the source of the information run its mouth, spilling the beans all on his own. Processing it in quiet and enjoying a smoke. Finding it internally amusing that O'Neill was anxiously concerned with protecting the chastity of his ears of all people. It was the Catholic in Red, he supposed; he couldn't help himself. And yes. Barnes, he wanted to hear that filthy crap Bun was spewing. If he didn't, he would've walked away wordlessly by now. Imagined you right in the midst of it. Unshared with anyone, sole difference being.

Only his.

-"Yeah, right, morality police; Wish that was me."-

Bunny sighs with a retort, almost wistfully, cigarette hanging askew in his mouth, the accumulated ashy residue at the tip long enough to poke someone's eye out, ignoring all attempts to dissuade him from chewing over rumors like a schoolgirl. Kid was antsy. Like he was itching for it just through relaying the anecdote itself. -"Those assholes up there get all the fresh action and we just get fuckin' mosquitos."- He bats his hand, pointing his nose at a vague direction, chasing away an invisible buzzing insect at that point, a tuned out gesture; Barnes's gaze is far and away, pinpointed to the other side of base camp, catching your lone form hauling a small crate of provisions engulfed in the curtain of his smoke. There you were. He could always find you like a crosshair finds its target.

If he doesn't do it now, someone else would. Sometime. Somewhere.

That very evening, his allotted package of rubbers gets thrown in the shit-filled latrine where it belonged along with your bullshit novelty of a hindrance known as the pill.

He pisses over both.

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-"I worry because I can't find them anywhere."-

You complain and he listens. He listens patiently.

Barnes feels like a thief trying to hear out a victim who's purse he's just stolen.

The part were guilt should've been stored stands empty.

-"I looked and I looked and I looked!"- You continue as he lays sprawled out behind you, boots on the bunk, gaze fixated on the edge of your shoulder, on his third cigarette and his zipper up after action. He'd just let you talk. Let it all out. Not like it would change anything. His mind was made up. -"And I understand it's not a top priority, as far away as we are from everything."- You briefly turn around to throw a glance at him; a gesture he returns from under his lashes. Yeah. Far away enough where only the basest of necessities would be coming in. No fancy stuff. You knew that. He knew that. -"We need canned food, we need bandages, we need tetanus shots, equipment, vaccines --- nobody high up's gonna tear out their own hair providing me with contraception pills of all things."- You overexplain, ranting, sitting at the edge of the mattress almost like you were trying to rationalize things to him. He lets you have it, taking a long drag out of his cigarette. -"So, I want to, I really do, but I can't."- You add, aggrieved, looking at him after the deed was already done. You look at all of him, like this was the last time you ever would look at him like that. He understood what you meant. Little did you know that your pills were probably shoveled clean along with a pile of excrement by some cherry stationed on shit cleaning duty this morning. Taylor and King. -"We can't keep doing this like this."- You assess, genuinely saddened by the prospect. He can't help but throw his chin out cockily, teasing; not too badly. But, just enough. -"Goin' celibate for the rest of your tour?"- He pokes verbally, only to have you shaking your head in response, turning your face away and staring forward, talking to a nearby wall. You were sensible. You had a right, good head on your shoulders. You were disciplined. Willing to self-sacrifice in the line of duty. Deny yourself. Focus on what mattered. Supposed that's exactly why he wanted you for keeps. -"I don't know. I'm not sure. Maybe. Nothing else comes to mind."- You whisper. Was that you being crestfallen that you couldn't let him actively fuck you?

He half grins, briefly, for a split second.

-"Doin' it the way it's been done since them olden days."-

He finally decides to speak up, making a suggestion.

-"By pullin' out."-

He cocks his head, amused, even though Barnes knew nothing in his tone showcased that. He was being dead serious. He was also lying. Pull out? Like he was ever gonna.

-"It's a risk."- You interject tenderly.

Yeah, it was a risk for that broad stationed in the 24th too. Shipped back home.

Once he says nothing, you try again, repeating yourself.

This time with more conviction.

His face is close.

Close enough for your nose to brush against his as your turn your head again.

-"It's a ri ---"- You're cut off once you find his eyes inches away from yours.

It's child's play to have you underneath him just like it's child's play to finish inside of you once he's done even though the topic of conversation was just that; that you couldn't. Once round two's done and you're angrily buttoning up your fatigues, you turn back, all ire, standing up in a haste. -"I told you it's a risk!"- You warn, steeped in prudence and anger. -"We can't forget ourselves like that!"- You remind fervently, stomping away, parts of him still warm and inside of you. Barnes props his arm underneath his head like a pillow rest, allowing himself to feel like the cat who just got the cream after a one sided lover's quarrel. Implying he forgot himself? That he ever forgets himself? That it wasn't all deliberate? He finished twice inside of you in one day. He makes a mental note on that like he would of yet another fresh corpse on a long kill list.

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Next time he corners you for a tryst he expects resistance.

He predicts it, in fact.

Counts on it.

Your curt -"No."- and the placement of your open palm against his chest as an attempt to fend him off only serves as an incentifier as he looks down, assessing your hand on him. Barnes says nothing, his fingers lodged in your pussy. He halts for a moment, already knowing what you'll say to him and already knowing what he'll do in spite of that. The machine had to keep turning. -"No further than that. Please."- You murmur, pleading, squinting your eyes to recover some semblance of sanity by the looks of you, head leaning back against the wall he was about to fuck you up against. The whole platoon knew. He wanted them to know. Usually, when they saw him walk off somewhere and get delayed they understood well enough that Barnes's things, which you were included in, were Barnes's problem and that it was best not to inquire after him or act nosey. -"We already had this conversation."- You breathe out, reminding him softly, looking off, your legs spread around his. The pressure of his chest moving forward towards yours is enough to squeeze your hand out of the way. His fingers are on his belt buckle. He was going in for the kill. You shove again, your eyes wide. Still not enough to cause him to budge, but it's entertaining enough somehow, privately, deep down. -"Are you trying to knock me up or something, c'mon."- You begrudge, perplexed and Barnes has to stick his chin out a again; he always tended to whenever you hit the nail right on the head, especially when you did it a tad too late. -"Me 'n my favorite long time gal? Can't see how it's half bad."- He taunts, tilting his head and then it seems to dawn on you, crystal clear that he wasn't fucking around or playin' games. He really meant to do this. As if you somehow didn't know him well enough by now. As if you didn't know that he never joked around with anything. It seemed like it took him holding his cock in his hand for you to finally get it. -"No, I ---"- You stutter, shaking your head and that's about when he's had enough, using one free hand to grab you by the jaw, squeezing your cheeks, your mouth puckering up like a balloon about to pop.

-"You're in a mighty want to get blown up out here!? Hmm!?"-

Barnes gets close, face to face, practically feeling himself growl.

-"Wanna get stuffed in a body bag and shipped back in pieces!? Lookin' for trouble!? Got a death wish!?"-

He asks vigorously, gruffly, his fingers digging into your face certain to bruises and the imprint of his grip behind, unable to deny that he relished the look of cold shock slowly sinking into your eyes and leaving its residue etched all over your stunned expression. These weren't the boy scouts. This was Vietnam. If anything, he was doing you a rare, unprecedented favor if he were to knock you the fuck up and have you on the first chopper out of country. He could even say it was devotion. Fuck it. Love.

-"I look away for a second one day and I shit you not, I'll find your hide on one tree and your ass on the next! Is that what you're wantin'!?"-

He practically spits his words, angry, pissed the fuck off, as sharp as a blade. God knows that if something were to happen to your dumb, stupid numbskull he would set this country on fire singlehandedly, all court martials and military justice be a and ensure the fire through the jungles burns as far as Laos. Scorched earth. Scorched earth for the very lot of them. Why did it matter if the whole world went to shit then? It was all shit anyhow. Just infinitely and decidedly less shit with you in it.

-"I won't die, Robert."-

You reassure feebly, muffled, mouth as puckered as a fish on dryland, speaking against the vice of his hand. There you were, makin' promises impossible to keep for any person alive and breathing. You were a sitting duck just through being here. The weakest link of this platoon. Sure you were going to die and the only reason you didn't so far is because he tried his darndest to ensure that you wouldn't, but it's like someone took a dull knife and carved a chasm inside of his skull where he could've easily stored every doubt and bolt of rage every time you were out of his sights for two seconds longer than he would've liked and it's like every nervous ending was there vibrating out that you went and got yourself killed when he wasn't actively looking.

-"Bullshit and you know it! Everybody dies!"-

Barnes seethes through gritted teeth, letting go of you sharply and abruptly.

Your head tumbles back against the wall.

You weren't gonna die? Were you somehow an exception to sumn'?

Cock still in hand and his ire hot enough to be inherently rousing, he tears your trousers down until they're pooled around your knees. At this point he didn't even care if someone saw. Fact is, he prefered it. -"You want me out of here."- You gasp, all breath and parted lips once your thighs are naked, on display. Some foreplay this was; arguing like this. Him manipulating you by telling you the truth of things upfront. He was certain to make you tell his children about this one day. How they came into this world. The thought alone makes him see red. The needy, crazed, frenzy-filled type. Just like he did whenever violence was afoot, he starts licking the inside of his own cheek. He could get used to this. He could do this repeatedly and he didn't even start yet.-"Goddamn right I want'ya outta here and you're a daydreamer if you're thinkin' I ain' correct!"- He points his thumb at his own chest, pushing his knee between your legs. You weren't about to turn crusader on him, were you, like damn 'Lias? Like Taylor? Like the rest of them waterwalkers? He wasn't going to allow that. -"Spread 'em."- He orders firmly, no nonsense and you obey, however stiffly, wordlessly, without an argument for once, maintaining your stance against the rear wall of the barracks. Listening. This out here was a man's world and it was time for you to return to your own, save yourself and raise him some children. His thumb finds you and spread you, stumbling upon your wetness; well oiled and ready to go. He raises the index finger of his other hand in front of your still face, warning. So you'd understand. Barnes didn't want this to be the only occasion he did this shit. He'd rotate back with the explicit purpose of fucking you if he had to. He could almost visualize Bunny spreading rumors about that and getting engrossed again --- Red pretendin' he ain'. It taking one look from him to silence them both. He's inside of you and you writhe and moan. It ought to have been like this. Right from the start. -"And next time I come see you I'll be doin' this again so you stay outta here too."- He vigorously, decidedly guarantees with a promise to end all promises, lodged inside of you.

He knew best.

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numbuh-72 · 15 days ago

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Hi, Hello!!💙

Just passing by to leave a little question for Annaig (DNK), What are your thoughts or common interactions with Negative Sector PHP?

Possible Allies? Possible enemies? Rivalry?

(Hope you're doing great btw!!💙)

"Hehe! Well, well, well~ Looks like people are very interested in my interaction life~"

"Not to worry, because boy do I have a few choice of words for Negative Sector PHP~"

"Starting off with relyT, I just looove how I can be myself around this guy for the most part! Though I do kinda wish for certain times he grew a backbone...So, I decided to be his "Tough Coach" to try and man this guy up~"

"But I do make sure this dude takes one step at a time and take breaks when needed~"

(Relationship: Friend)

"Next up we got haimrerJ! Haha! Man I just enjoy being around this big boy to give him some entertainment while he's working on something~"

"He was still annoyed from that one time I was singing a shanty...but we both know well that he can't really work without a melody..or without me annoying him~"

"But in all seriousness, whenever he tends to struggle with his inventions, I do kindly give him assistance as...I guess you could say my way to make up from me being an idiot around him. With his inventions and my computer skills, his machines will work like a charm in no time!~"

(Relationship: Allies)

"Next up is navE!"

"Despite having this....bad aura sometimes...I could see him as a sparring partner whenever I wanna train my combat skills. Rest assured that after the match I provide a medkit at ready incase it got a bit...intense. We...are still trying to get along, but I see him as a gy I would love to cause some chaos with if he's that type of guy!"

(Relationship: Allies)

"Hmmm...next I believe would be ebeohP.."

"Now this girl, I did find interesting and hilarious because there have been times where if hanging out, she would ask for love advice. Of course, with me being in a poly as we speak, I gave her my ways of how I got my girls."

"Her reaction was priceless, haha!"

"Joke or not though, I did give her some legit advice since I could tell this one was a smart cookie a bit.~"

(Relationship: Friends)

"Last but not least....alleM."

"I will admit, meeting her face to face for the first time was definitely...different. We didn't really click at first...given the fact that after the fall of yllaW, she hid from the world. Given that reaction, I kinda felt the way she was feeling. Not a people person...but, I had a strong feeling that she was afraid to open up to new people."

"As much as it was hard to bargain...I offered her a deal that I can be her first person to interact with alongside her teammates for now...to see if I can be the convincing one to get her out more. She did hesitantly accepted."

"Unfortunately not much progress has been made as we speak...but hopefully someday...she can either come out to the world to meet the kids...or at least...become friends with me....After all, I can see her being a chill type I could vibe with...If I could figure out why she's isolating herself from others.."

(Relationship: Allies/Friends?)

(This one was definitely fun to do!!! I'm glad you sent in this ask since tbh, I was also thinking about the interactions between the team- LOL)

(Also been sick since the weekend but I am almost better! I have been resting so no worries there! I am almost fully recovered~)

#codename kids next door #knd #kids next door #codename knd #knd oc #codenamekidsnextdoor #codenameknd #oc #art #oc art #sector php #gianna chavez #ask answered #oc ask #not my oc

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avvidstarion · 11 months ago

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1, 6, 8, 12, and 17 my hater in arms 💕

The character everyone gets wrong

OKAY this is niche and OUTTA LEFT FIELD but my favorite book of ALL TIME is we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson and the HATE i see for its protagonist is ALL WRONG. It's in the same vein as like Chara undertale hate (another of my fave characters of all time) where peoples see a CHILD that clearly has a lot going on and are like. this person is irredeemably evil. no they're traumatized

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

bloodweave sorry bloodweave like. for why. why is it so popular why is it everywhere. like yeah every origin ship is valid and can be canon but like they both have much more interesting dynamics with other charactes. where is the gale/lae'zel art. hwere is the aslach (ass lack) or the aswylllach (ass will lack) art. why is bloodweave the most popular origin ship

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

okay this doesn't exactly fit bc i dont think it's super popular per se but it's on my mind today. i hate seeing fanart of kakashi and gojo together. people always twinkify them and alwasy draw them like they're about to fuck. 1) kakashi is not hot (dont get me wrong i want to fuck him but not cause he's like. physically attractive.) 2) they are not the same person 3) gojo will never be kakashi gojo wishes he was kakashi 4) kakashi would kill that man

OH OH ALSO THAT REMINDS ME I'LL THROW THIS IN HERE TOO. i don't like kakashi/iruka i think it's unfounded. they hardly ever talk. yeah they both love naruto but like can just be his mentor figures separately they don't have to be married. kakashi is married to guy like they are MARRIED. i feel like kakashi/guy would be way more popular if guy was a prettyboy twink (like iruka)

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i wanna say wyll but like that shit actually makes me fucking angry and not in a silly haha way so i am going to instead say sera dragonage. now. i know there are a lot of sera dragonage haters out there and there are some things about her that i do not like. however i overall love her and i think she is a tragic case of bad writing and wasted potential. why did they have a straight white guy write a lesbian whose character arc revolves around internalized racism. why does the game literally talk shit about her during her romance arc. literally one of her romance quests is "you love sera and wanna get her something to show her how much you care. go ask your friends for gift advice" and EVERY SINGLE COMPANION OR ADVISOR IS JUST LIKE. I HATE SERA SHES SO ANNOYING WHY ARE YOU DATING HER. UGH. ALSO. the game makes you be so mean to her!! so many times the only dialogue options with her are like "stop talking weird i dont understand you'". also the fact that YOU CAN LITERALLY KICK HER OUT AT ANY TIME??? LIKE NO MATTER WHAT THERE IS ALWAYS A DIALOGUE BUTTON TO KICK HER OUT?? here are reasons why you should like sera:

she is fun trickster! solas fucking wishes he was her.

her subclass is just super fun!! throw jars of bees and fire and shit at your enemies!

she is so genuine and cares so much about what she believes in. i wish that was explored more but as i have said the game literally hates her so.

she loves you so much!!!! she marries you!!!!!!!!!

i actualy really like her voice and the way she talks. shes just fun!

she's autistic <3

17. there should be more types of this fic/art

more people should be drawing gale and halsin and karlach fat, for one. also everyone else in the party but like especially those three. larian the fact that you have zero fat people in your game sucks supremely and you should feel bad about it.

actually draw more characters as fat anyway.

#thank you mina i love to hate with you #kirnet

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zzoupz · 2 years ago

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oc questions !!! feel free to answer all or none :))

1. tell me about your favorite! (/pos)

2. tell me about your least favorite! (/pos) (stinky awful garbage man *gender neutral)

3. anything living in your head rent free? story concept, single scene without context, oc concept you wont get around to making?

4. tell me about your favorite relationship (friendship included!) between ocs!

5. do you have a favorite oc name? what is it and how'd you get it?

6. anything driving you truly batshit? going insane over them?

7. tell me something sad about an oc!

8. tell me something sweet about an oc!

9. any ""retired"" ocs you still think about?

10. pick a favorite character n tell me three songs you think theyd like!

hihi! sorry this is a bit late I want to get back on my pc for this

1. oh damn I have multiple favorites! I think ones that I enjoy the most (at the moment) are them

(yellow: Lee Harrison | blue: Bryan Dickinson)

they are basically a (in the 2000s) newbie punk band formed by two friends who are like brothers to each other. they bonded over both having not so great families (not like tragic-backstory awful but yknow. the average traditional family)

yeah I still can't figure out what their band name would be. yeah since 2020. sorry. such is life.

while they're not the ones I've wrote the most about, as in not much at all, I just really like them :)

2. Bartholomew. I used to like him then I realize how generic he is so I hate him now (/j) (yeah I actually do want to post about him less though)

3. been thinking about the dynamic normal human x immortal who finds them in every life. so simple and common but I go insane over it every time. I think it would be fun

4. ohohohoho man ok here are some in no particular orders

Time & Denial core, Denial/Dan (black hair, also the last image) is by @/ akamavarii

they were basically our coresonas, but they've became their own characters at this point so I think it counts

friends who commits OSHA violations together!!!

they share 1 brain cell and takes turns over it like an Xbox (quote from ami himself)

Iandithas & Lumeous (if you noticed one of the name changed its bc I did)

a bard & a wizard duo who are retired and are now a shopkeeper & a chemist

its funny I care about them this much bc Lumeous was supposed to be a dad and a side character to my other oc and Iandithas was a doodle of a random guy and now they mean the world to me

there have been like 5 people who pointed out that they look like a couple and you're right and I fucking hate that you're right. and they were roommates etc

Overseer / Conqueror

this one is new very obviously but I've been thinking about them for a LONG while.

friends to lovers to enemies heehoo heehoo heehoo heehoo heeh

can you tell I like it when queer relationships

5. Fakzky HAS to have my favorite origin. fun fact there's a bot on facebook that would combine the names of their followers (only if they request, don't worry) and it was my source of inspo for my fantroll names in 2020, Fakz is the only one I took completely from it and the post is still there!

6. the 35 awesome and cool animatics that exists in MY mind

7. oh man I don't wanna say something sad :( mostly bc I'm bad at it and it would sound cringe :(

8. I have a plague doc oc and she has 3 pet rats ^_^ they're all named after murderers from the bible but yeah whatever

(Dias Cain Jael in that order btw)

9. hmmm them I think. I make stuff about them way less nowadays but still draw them time to time. Cath is from 2018 and funnily is originally a fusion of two characters. and Danya is from early 2021 when I was just trying stuff out. I made them friends just cuz I think they look like they would do drugs together

10. I have no idea man I created them not know them (I am so so bad at this)

#WOO this takes me like an HOUR #ty for this ask I love talking about characters. even if I'm bad at it #oc stuff #I'm not tagging all of them

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ghostofthesoul · 2 years ago

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That one grey hair

Captain Price x f. reader

John Price fanfic to my girls who are as obsessed with this man as much as I am

Sfw + little kiss🖤

English isn’t my main language but I’m trying my best -> please excuse any grammar errors -> corrections are appreciated just don’t be rude♡︎

᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽

It was Captain Price’s birthday, the man became a year older. You and the boys, but mainly you and Soap made quite fun of him for it. It was the one day when Price let every little thing slide, all the mumbled old man jokes, the teasing in your voice when you said that you can patch him up all the time being the field medic of the team, but u can’t help him put in his denchers. He let it all go past his ears because he knew it was you guy’s way of showing him love. But one thing you said made him worried. When you tried to joke about him having a grey hair in his beard…now that’s when his smile dropped. He didn’t wanna be obvious about it so he forced a smile and a fake laugh, but he still proceeded to go and take a look in the bathroom mirror. This made your heart drop. You didn’t want the poor man to be sad about your innocent joke that wasn’t even true. You loved him, maybe a little more than you should have, maybe more than just your captain so you certainly didn’t want to hurt him.

Little did you knew the big man was worried because he reciprocated your feelings. He didn’t want to be old in your eyes, he didn’t want to be considered just a man getting shriveled up by age to you. He wanted to be your “knight in shining armor” even if in your line of work the armor was anything but shiny. This poor man had his eyes on you from the day he picked you to be a member of his team. The others were skeptical of his choice thinking that your pretty face didn’t match in their world, making them think that your skills weren’t as good as said, but those thoughts about you become long lost once they saw you sew up their beloved captain in the middle of literally no where to save his life. You risked yours knowing if you waited for the chopper to take you back to base there wouldn’t be a need to patch anyone up but more for finding a new captain. You couldn’t let that happen so you just dragged him to a safer place telling Ghost to cover you from the enemies sight and let you get to work.

Coming out of these thoughts you followed the man to the bathroom, not liking the way his smile faded. You wanted to apologize and clear that you were just poking where it hurt since you (and everybody that seen him) knew he took pride in his beard. You came to a halt in your steps, creaking open the door that was between you and John. Looking through the opening to see the man that made your hearth beat look so miserable, so lost in thought, lost trying to find that one grey hair you were talking about a minute ago. When he couldn’t find any a sigh of relief left his body. Looking back to the mirror he saw you in the doorway peeking in looking at him with a sad smile on your lips. When none of you made the move to speak first you took a step inside locking the door behind you. You could hear him swallow most likely due to his nerves. When he was alone with you it was common for his eyes to wander anywhere and everywhere so that he didn’t need to look into your beautiful eyes that were his so told weakness. The big and tough soldier knew if you looked long enough, you would figure everything out since you were smart girl. He still was wandering around in his mind not noticing you coming closer and closer to him. Close enough if inhaled big enough your chest would touch.

You put your hand on his face, slightly but just enough to make Price come out of his speeding mind. He took in your small form in front of him, the closeness of you two, the way your hand was slowly caressing his face and his perfectly trimmed beard. The small smile on your face making him take in a shallow breath not knowing what to do next. The words coming out of your mouth wasn’t something John was expecting.

-I’m sorry…

You said looking up at him with your big eyes that held so much emotion towards the hunk of a man before you. You could see the puzzled look crossing his face trying to figure out what you were sorry for.

-for making you worried about your appearance.

You continued making him realize it was about your silly little joke. Still gaping at you like a fish out of water as he couldn’t form words properly to tell you it was okay.

What happened next was something you thought was impossible simply unreachable and it left Price flustered.

Your hand moved slightly down cupping his chiseled jaw while you stood on your tippy-toes to reach him face to face. And than the unthinkable happened.. you kissed him. It was short and sweet more like a peck but it would have to do. You smiled up at your captain, the shocked look on his face being something priceless you will remember forever.

-Don’t worry about what i said i was just teasing you a little cap.

You broke the silence that settled between you.

Your hand that was still lingering on his face dropped to your side as you turned towards the door unlocking it with your other hand.

-Oh and…

You started once you opened the door stepping outside slowly.

-I like my men older with a little wrinkle or with a grey hair in their beard.

You finished your sentence looking back at the man smiling like a fool, flashing him one last smile. And with that you left him there to process what just happened in the mass of the last few minutes that felt like years to the man looking at the closed door.

-Bloody woman gonna be the death of me one day.

Said Price as he held his face in his hands to wipe that stupid boyish smile of his face.

His birthday clearly ending on a happy note….🖤

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write-orflight · 3 years ago

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No Sympathy From The Devil

**Gif Not Mine**

Read Part 2: The Devil in the details here

Pairings: Matt Murdock X f!Reader (Enemies to lovers enemies that fuck

Rating: M

Words: 2.6K

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, Sexual content, penetration, oral sex, choking kink, degradation. some other stuff i cant remember.

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: College AU!! Matt Murdock finds himself in the dilemma of helping the rich girl study

A/N: This summary is ass and Idk how to describe what I wrote. plus its 5 AM and I’m dying. this is unedited because I’m tired. but it’s just porn. there will be a part 2 so reply and inbox if you wanna be tagged.

Columbia wasn’t your first choice in school. Hell, it wasn’t even your second choice. In fact if you had a choice, you wouldn’t be in school at all. It wasn’t like you needed to go anyway. Your destiny was to be a housewife and you knew the only way to get an Ivy League husband was to go to an Ivy League school yourself.

At least, that’s what Matt thought about you. Every time he heard you in classes, or walking around the quad or laughing with friends in the dining hall, he couldn’t help but think ‘why were you there?’ as far as he knew, you were not particularly smart. You made everything into a joke, which was a trait his best friend and roommate, Foggy, had in common with you. But at least Foggy knew when to be serious, you did not have that trait. You were only wasting Daddy’s money being in here, you didn’t have to take it seriously. It was enough to make any self-respecting man who worked hard for his position hate you.

And that self-respecting man was Matt.

What he hated most though was how he was able to pick you out of any lineup. Even in his distaste for you, he could pick your heartbeat out of anyone’s, could smell the expensive french perfume on your neck all the way across the quad, could pick out her laugh in her large penthouse apartment that stood above Foggy and his small crappy one.

Matt was just about to enter the small bar where he was meeting Foggy when he overheard the conversation.

“Fog, come on, I’m dying here. I swear Mr. Cornwell just hates me, and I’m going to flunk this class if I don’t do something.”

“Y/N I’m your TA! I’m not supposed to help you.”

“Come on, Fog, who am I gonna tell?” Matt couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the seductive low register your voice entered and the uptick in Foggy’s heartbeat. You were playing him and obviously succeeding. “I’m not even asking to cheat, I just need a little help.”

That’s when Matt decided to enter the bar and make his way over to his friend to save him from the siren in front of him.

“You know I can’t, Y/N.” Foggy says, calling out when he sees Matt entering the bar. “But you know who can? My buddy, Matt, here who took Civics last semester and aced it.”

You tried to remain neutral but if you asked Matt, the uptick in your heart as he sat down gave you away. He knew you didn’t particularly like him but he also knew that you wanted him.

“Murdock.” You said, folding your arms.

“L/N.”

You go to pick up your bag. “Thanks for trying to help me, Fog. But I’d rather just figure it out myself. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She says putting down a bill that was probably way too large for her tab and walking out of the bar.

Though Matt can’t see he can tell Foggy is mad at him. “Matt…” He says exasperated.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You were rude.”

“I said one word!” Matt argued.

“You know, I don’t know why you and Y/N hate each other but she really needs the help and you’re the one always talking about us needing to help people.”

Matt would argue that he helps people, not princesses. But Foggy was right, it was a bit hypocritical. “Fine, give me her number.” He says, exasperated.

Foggy claps him on the shoulder. “Good man.” He says. Matt sighs, as he orders himself a drink, knowing he’ll need one.

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You knew your life was easy. Didn’t mean you had to enjoy it.

Your mother had died at a young age, your father was rich but aloof so you were mainly raised by money, gifts and the occasional bilingual nanny. You knew that when people looked at you they saw the snooty, socialite whose last name was on the newly renovated library but you also knew that wasn’t who you were. You were the girl who was alone on a friday night, elbow deep in ben and jerry’s, while subsequently avoiding your Civics homework. You were half-way into an episode of 90-Day fiance when you got a phone call from a strange number.

“Hello?” You questioned.

“It’s Matt. Don’t hang up.” You don’t know how he knew your finger was on the hang up button but you removed it for the sake of hearing him out.

“What do you want, Murdock?”

“Foggy told me you were struggling with Civics. So, if you want it, I could help you.”

“You? Want to help me?” You ask, confused. You knew you weren’t the smartest but you knew when someone didn’t like you and Matt was one of those people.

“Not really, but Foggy asked me to. Do you want the help or not?”

You sigh. “Your place or mine?”

After a short elevator trip, you find yourself in front of Matt and Foggy’s small apartment. Matt seems to open the door the second you knock, which was weird but you decided against saying anything. You brush past him and look around the quaint apartment.

“It’s smaller than mine.” You say, mainly passively and to yourself but you don’t miss Matt’s annoyed tone.

“Yea, this building’s not as nice as you thought it was. They even let low-lives like me live here.” He says, walking past you. You follow him into what seems to be his bedroom.

“We’re studying in your room?” You ask.

Matt nods. “Will that be an issue for you?”

You shake your head before remembering he can’t see you. “No.” You say out loud but Matt doesn’t miss the uptick in your heartbeat.

You take a moment to look around the room. It's quaint with black sheets, an organized desk with printed Braille pages scattered around, and a crucifix hanging above it all.

“Religious?” You ask.

“Catholic.”

You hum, thinking. “I’m not really religious, wasn’t brought up in it I guess.”

“Do you want to get started or not?”

You sigh. “Forgot you’re not one for personal talk. Alright, let’s do this.”

Matt proceeds to talk your ear off for 45 minutes about procedures and methods and all that good stuff that made you fall asleep in class. You try to keep up and take notes but somewhere around the 30 minute mark you start to slack and yawn. It’s about 40 minutes in when Matt stops hearing the faint scratching of your pen all together.

“Do you even want to pass?” Matt asks, fuming. He doesn’t even know why he was doing this. Clearly you don’t care, you never cared.

“What are you even talking about? Of course I want to pass, I need to pass this class.” You say, defensively.

“What? Daddy threaten to take your allowance?”

You are furious when you enter Matt’s personal space, finger inches from his face. “You don’t know shit about me, Murdock.”

Matt snatches your hand from in front of his face, how he knew exactly where you were, you didn’t know but he held your wrist in a searing grip. “I know enough.” He says, the two of you are mere inches from each other now. “Prissy debutante who paid their way into a school that’s way above their merits suddenly realize for once they actually have to try at something. You’re a fucking spoiled brat!” Matt can hear your heart pounding angrily in your chest but that’s not the only thing he notices. He hears your tongue dart out to wet your lips, your thighs squeeze together slightly. God, he can even smell it. The want coming off you was almost palpable.

You yank your hand out of Matt’s grasp. “This was a waste of my time. I’m leaving.”

“Sit. Down.” Matt says, authoritatively. For some reason, you listen, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. Matt’s hand reaches up for your face. When he finds it, you feel his fingers slip down until he’s encasing your throat in his grasp. Not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to keep you stationary. When you walked in that night, you weren’t expecting this. You really came to study. But you knew as much as you disliked the man in front of you, you wanted him badly. You can’t help the whimper that falls out of your mouth when he squeezes around the base of your throat. Matt couldn’t focus on much else but the way your breath caught in your throat, the uptick of your heart, the smell of panties getting wetter. “You wanna act like a brat, I have no problems treating you like one.”

“I-I, uh, I should go.” You say, Matt releases your throat in that moment, moving his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“If you want to go, you can go. But I think we both know what you really want.” Matt says, only paying attention to your body language to make sure he wasn’t reading this wrong, that you actually wanted this, wanted him. So far he had been right. His hand finds that spot around your throat again before slightly tugging you towards him. Your lips meet in a frenzied fight for dominance that you were quickly losing. It wasn’t long until your back was hitting the mattress, your hands pinned by your sides. “I want you to take your clothes off, do you also want that?” Matt says, looking down at you in a husky voice. You nod, before remembering he can’t see and decide actions speak louder than words, moving to unbutton your top.

Matt’s hands meet your waist before tugging harshly at the buttons of your designer jeans. You lift your hips to assist the man on top of you. Matt tugs your pants and underwear down in a fell swoop. You feel small, biting kisses up your legs until he reaches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You moaned at the feeling, rolling your eyes when you looked down and saw Matt’s cocky expression. The attitude you had suddenly melted when you felt the deep lick to your clit. Your hand goes flying up to rest in Matt’s messy hair, trying to squirm away from the attack. Matt tugs on your thighs with an almost bruising grip, making it clear you were not getting away from him. Matt licks into you like you are the last drop of water in the desert. You choke on as moan as you feel digits pressing into your entrance as his lips circled around your clit, suckling gently. You hear a faint groan from the man under you. You lean up slightly to see Matt pressing his lower half into the mattress as he consumes your heat. The combination of his actions plus the obvious indication that he was enjoying the act just as much as you were was pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you felt the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum.” You say, as you feel the knot in your stomach start to unravel, Matt pulls away.

“No.” Matt says, sternly.

“What the fuck, Murdock!” You exclaim, leaning to look at the man who was now kneeled in between your legs.

“What? Never been told no before?” Matt said. You groaned, frustratedly, sighing and pouting slightly. “Don’t pout, I know you’d rather cum with me inside you.”

You don’t know how he knew you were pouting but you were immediately distracted by the man’s, now naked, lower half pressing into your center.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.” Matt groans.

“I’m clean.” You add. “And on birth control.”

Matt looks skeptical at you. “Clean?”

“Come on, I’ve seen you watching me on campus–”

“I can’t really watch anything.” Matt says, nonchalantly.

“You know what I mean. As much as you’d like to think so, I’m not fucking stupid.” You say, reaching a hand up to touch the man’s cheek above you. “I know when someones paying attention to me. So tell me, have you seen me with anyone?”

Matt knew she was right, as much as he kept track of you on campus, he knew at the end of the day, you entered your apartment alone, every time.

You felt Matt starting to lift your hips to align with his. He pauses, to make sure that you wanted this. You leaned your hips up more and that was all the confirmation Matt needed to slide into your center. The two of you groan as you feel him slide inside of you, hand gripping around the base of your throat. Matt finds himself drunk off you. The fast pace of your heart, the gasps leaving your body as you tried to calm yourself to hold back your orgasm, the smell of your pussy getting wetter as he pumped into you faster.

“You know, I can’t see you right now but I know how desperate you must look.” Matt says, as he begins to pump faster into you. It starts to become too much, you try to focus on something else. The ceiling above you, the clock on the nightstand, anything that would halt your impending orgasm as tears streamed down your face. For some reason, you didn’t want to disappoint him by cumming without permission. Though you didn’t know this, Matt knew what you were feeling. “I know you’re trying, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

That was all you needed to fall over the edge, eyes screwing tightly shut so you couldn’t see the smug look that crossed Matt’s face. You knew two could play that game so you tighten your legs around him. You relish in the wide-eyed look he has as his thrusts begin to falter.

“Come inside me, Matty.” You whisper in his ear. You hear the man groan as he empties inside you.

The two of you stay like that for a minute, neither of you daring to speak because you know you’d ruin the moment. Matt rolls off you, both of you looking up at the ceiling and not each other.

“Don’t call me Matty again.” He says, after a moment of silence.

You hum. “You seemed to like it.”

Matt groans annoyed. “All of that and your still a fucking brat.”

You shrug, even though you know he can’t see. After another moment of silence you decided to say something.

“Social work.” You say.

“Hm?” Matt hums.

“That’s my major, Social work. Minor in Law. And you're right, I didn’t want to come to Columbia but my dad refused to pay for it unless I went. Everyone in our family went to CU so I couldn’t refuse.” You say. “So, yea I don’t deserve to be here but if I’m going to help people. I’ve gotta stay here, so I’ve gotta pass.” You stand up to get dressed, throwing your clothes on haphazardly, you were just going upstairs anyway. You grab your books. “Thanks for trying to help me.”

You start to walk out, when you hear Matt speak up. “Y/N.”

You turn, looking at the man still on the bed. “Yes?”

“I’ll help you, if you still want it. Do you want to come back Friday, and actually study?”

“I’d like that.” You say, going to open the door. “Goodnight, Murdock.”

Matt smirks at you. “Goodnight, L/N.”

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swtki · 3 years ago

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Colours of My Affection - B.B

Chapter 1 - Red

Pairing: TFAWS! Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, oral sex (m), penetrative (vaginal) sex, angry sex, hate fucking, slight angst, swearing of course, degration, choking, slapping, creampie, unprotected sex.

Red; Passion, anger, love

She fucking despised him, and it only made matters worse when he purposely embarrassed her by flirting. Although she could strangle him, he made her knees weak in a way that no other man had. Still, when he fucked her over on a mission, she was ready to commit a homicide.

“I cannot fucking believe you, Barnes!” She shouts, throwing her duffle bag onto the floor of the common area. “You had no right to take me out of there, I was so close to getting within the walls!”.

“If I hadn’t retrieved you, you would have been killed and our plane would’a been shot down.” He scoffed at her, crossing his arms. She felt a certain way when he crossed his arms and he knew it. “You really ought’a show some thankfulness, princess.” That made her blood boil, fuck being a princess, she was a soldier.

She stomped off, slamming her door shut a little too forcefully. The rattle the walls made from the sheer force was enough to snap her back to reality. She was sick of being treated like a damsel in distress, or like a pilot at best. Y/N L/N had earned her spot on the team, and she would be damned if one 107 year old motherfucker was going to diminish that.

A knock echoed into Bucky’s room from the door. It was late, too late for anyone to want to chat. But, he opened the door anyways, shocked to see Y/N standing there in her thin t-shirt and athletic shorts. Being a man who grew up in a time of almost full length shifts, the woman in front of him was practically nude. She softly leaned on the door frame, “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?” He swallowed harshly.

“Uh, yeah, sure, come in. I guess.” He was no longer the cheeky bastard he usually was, instead he was a quiet and reserved man. “Gonna tell me why you’re here?”

She thinks for a minute. Why was she there? Something had lured her to his hallway, all the way to his door. “Dunno, thought I may take you up on an offer.” He cocked an eyebrow.

“What offer?”

“Y’know, since you tease me about us hooking up, figured I might as well. Since you’re useless for about everything else.” She batted her eyelashes at the much taller man, making butterflies violently flutter.

“Yeah? You wanna see how better off you’d be if you let me lead?” He steps towards her, looking her up and down.

“Quite the contrary, Barnes.” She uses her full strength to push the super soldier onto his bed, leaving him slightly stunned. “I want to show you how better off you’d be with me in charge.” The man chuckled softly, prompting her to climb on top of him and straddle his waist.

While Bucky was not usually in a position where his partner took control so confidently, he found himself not minding the lack of pressure on his shoulders. “You’re okay with this, yeah?” She leaned down close to his ear and said.

“More than.”

He heard her chuckle, bringing her lips to meet his in a chaste kiss. They pulled away, but her hands roamed his sculpted torso; Eventually she sneaked her hand under the thin shirt he wore. His skin was hot and smooth under her touch. Keeping her hand where it was, she sunk down onto the floor, causing his abdomen muscles to tense up. Her eyes looked up at him, clouded with lust and power. Of course, he had always found Y/N attractive; But, this side of her had him under her complete control.

“Want me to suck your cock, Barnes?” He nodded in response, earning a mockingly toned chuckle. “God, you’re so fucking stupid. Gotta use your words, stupid!” she ran her other hand along his leg, ghosting right over where he needed her most. Bucky struggled to choke out anything resembling a word, as his jeans were beginning to constrain him too much.

“Please, need your mouth on me, Doll.” He finally spat out. She smiled and tugged his jeans down, eyes widening when she was face to face with his aching member.

“Didn’t think you’d be this big, Barnes. You sure don’t act like it.” she held up her thumb and index finger, making a “tiny” sign. He rolled his eyes, propping his body up on his elbows so he could enjoy the show he yearned for. She slowly let spit drop out of her mouth and onto his pink tip, making his thighs tighten. She added a hand, stroking up and down at a slow pace.

“Need more, please.” He begged, wanting nothing than her mouth to be on him.

“Well, since you used your magic word.” skillfully, her mouth wrapped around him. She was sure that her jaw would lock from how thick he was, it was unnatural for it to be stretched open that wide. She made sure to use her tongue on him as well, taking note on how his moans got louder and louder. If her hand wasn’t keeping his hips down, he would have tried to buck them forward. She pulled off with a pop, leaving him slightly angry. He watched as she stripped for him, throwing modesty out the window for good.

“I need you to fuck me good, don’t pussy out like you did on our fucking mission.” She hissed, sitting back down on top of him.

“Be careful what you wish for, Doll.” He picked her up and sunk her body down onto his. He struggled to not move, wanting her to be comfortable.

“You gonna move, or am I gonna do all the work-“ she was cut off by the man pulling her body down to meet his, thrusting up with full strength. He pounded into her with a force that was sure to leave a mark in some way. “God- Not bad, Barnes!” she gasped out.

He stopped, quickly picking her up and pounding back into her on the nearby wall. He was the only thing holding her up, hands on her ass. “This good enough for you? You’re such a needy fucking slut, bet you’ve been wishing I’d shove my cock into ya’.” She felt the harsh digging of his nails into her ass as he growled. “Tell me how much you’ve wanted me to fuck your pretty cunt.” She didn’t answer, too lost in how good he was fucking her. “Answer me!” He raised his hand and before she could register it, she felt a sharp sting across her face.

“Fuck! Barnes, wanted you to fuck me like this since day fucking one, just figured you were too much of a pussy to actually do it.” He scoffs at her, quickly placing her face down on the hardwood floor. He positioned her ass up into the air, slapping it harshly as he slid in once again. She let out a yelp as he continued the brutal fucking. “So fucking good!” Her voice was muffled by her position, head so low that she was sure she would get floor burns on her forehead and cheeks. His left arm kept her hips right where he needed them to be, just up in the air enough so that he could take her from behind but still have her enjoy it.

“If I knew your cunt felt this good,” He grunted and struggled to keep his pace, “I’d’ve bent you over the fuckin’ counter a long time ago.” she barely heard him, too lost in the state of bliss he had caused.

“m’gonna cum Barnes.” She moaned, reaching her hand back to grasp the wrist firmly planted on her hip.

“Shit, doll - I am too.” His hips slammed into her ass with a force she didn’t even think was possible. Breathy moans filled the room, surrounded by skin meeting skin. She was practically melting into the floor, her bones turned to jello by the super soldier.

“Oh God! Please Barnes, please oh my God I’m-“ She was cut off by an involuntary moan and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Shit, m’gonna fill you up, have you dripping with my seed.” his thrusts became erratic, then slowly came to a stop. He pulled his cock out of her, watching as the white liquid slowly trailed down her thigh.

“I’ll see you around, I guess.” She said as she slid her clothes back on, walking to her room with her enemies seed trailing down her thigh.

She still hated him, but at least he was worth having around now.

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imerdwarf · 4 years ago

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Old Habits Never Die

Summary: You're so small that Bucky loves to carry you everywhere on his back.

Pairings: Beefy!Bucky x Short!Reader

Warnings: Just some fluff :)

Author's Notes: @sourpatchspinster I promised I'd tag you in my next short reader fic! 🙈 I also promise this is the last one I'm posting tonight 😂 my requests are also open, I would love to write any ideas you have! 💜

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As intimidating as Bucky Barnes appeared with his strong build, cold eyes and metal arm, he was somewhat of a big fluffy care bear in your eyes.

His intentions towards the team were pure and the only ones he would ever harm were his enemies.

Maybe Sam too if he pushed him too far.

With you, Bucky became this soft teddy that you would always find yourself clinging to him everyday. As soft as Bucky was around you, he gave off this over protective demeanor that made any man who looked at you run in the opposite direction. You felt so safe and secure around him.

Especially given that your height was under 5ft tall. Bucky stood at a staggering 6'1. He towered you while you barely reached his chest. To him, you were this adorable doll that he would love to wrap his arms around and protect. He would love the way his frame would make you almost invisible.

Another thing that Bucky loved to do was to carry you around on his back as he walked through the endless corridors of the compound.

The piggy back rides started as an accident - back a few months ago when you had broken your leg during a mission that went south, Bucky was the only one close enough to hear your cries of pain and came to your aid.

Knowing you couldn't walk, he wasted absolutely no time in lifting you onto his back as he ran as fast and as gently as his legs would carry him back to the quinjet for urgent treatment. All through your recovery, he would have you on his back as he taxied you around the compound, day and night. Even after you had recovered and capable of walking again, Bucky still insisted that you get on his back so he could carry you.

The team didn't question it, to be honest, as long as Bucky was happy and quiet they didn't really care. It wasn't weird to them to find you clinging to him like diddy Kong.

Steve found it the most amusing. Especially as he'd walk into the kitchen most mornings and see Bucky preparing yours and his breakfast with you there on his back. Bucky would move around the kitchen with such ease and didn't even seem to give the impression there was anyone on his back by the way he had bent over to look in the refrigerator.

To say you and Bucky were inseparable would be an understatement. You spent every second of everyday together. The only thing unclear to the team was the status of your relationship. To them, Bucky seemed to be smitten and so did you. But you couldn't answer that question as you really didn't have an answer either. It was an unspoken conversation that neither of you had ever brought up.

It was just past midday when you flopped down on the couch and flicked through the hundreds of movies on Netflix, no particular title grabbed your attention. You gave up with a sigh and buried your face into the plump cushion when Bucky's booming footsteps echoed off the walls of the hallway and into the common room. As he approached your figure, they got louder.

"Hey doll." Bucky poked your shoulder and you groaned, you lifted your head with such reluctance and looked up at the mountain of a man. His red Henley pulled tight across his chest and his black jeans were snug against his thick thighs.

"What's up?" You rolled onto your back and bent your legs back towards your chest when a mischievous grin pulled on his lips.

"Wanna go for a ride?" Bucky winked. He kneeled down by the couch and patted his back. You chuckled and immediately climbed onto his back, his forearms hooked under your knees and the two of you set off for your afternoon stroll. He would occasionally stop to adjust your slipping body, and then set off again, ignoring the looks the agents would give you.

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years ago

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this song is stuck in my head, thanks to tiktok. this ficlet correlates (ish?) with my two previous pieces of stephen brainrot.

"That's not your place to decide," arms crossed, she stared Stephen down with all the forces of nature behind her, like an iceberg, all sharp edges, and incoming avalanche.

Stephen stood equally frozen, blue eyes as piercing as the most hard-working icebreaker. "No," his voice thundered, echoing between the rest of the team who watched the spectacle with little more than amusement. "And that is my final word."

It struck a chord within her, it was obvious. From the way she straightened in her spot to the way her fingertips dug into the softness of her arms, her body pulled as taut as a bowstring. "You are not my boss, you are not my father," the last word spoken with a smirk; she was openly mocking Stephen. "Some nerve you have, giving me orders."

The golden embers sprung to life in his eyes fully, fingertips shooting tiny little sparks flying over the table. Magic that the rest of the team pretended not to see - because, well, it wasn't like they could do anything about it and Loki was obviously enjoying the circus.

"I will lock you up, if I have to," the calmness in Stephen's voice was deceptive. "It's for your own good. You are not trained to be in the field."

That makes her laugh almost hysterically. "I am not trained?.." She trails off, shaking her head to clear the venomous, malicious joy. "Baby, I am a woman. All we have been taught is to appeal to men, from the day we wear our first clothes to the day that we die, all covered in flowers and make-up as we're quite literally decaying," there's a hidden rage in her words; she leans in, catching Stephen's wide eyes.

Natasha whistles, quietly, and Wanda shuffles in her place, looking awkward and uncomfortable. It isn't lost on them how most men blank at her statement. Stephen's no different. He remains quiet.

"So I will get this sonuvabitch without even really having to try. Because men think that they can make decisions for me, and I'm pretty," her words seep bitterness, like the strongest gin, they can all taste it in their mouths.

Loki's grin slides off his face like a Christmas ornament that has been hanging out for far too long.

She's drop-dead gorgeous in her dress. The fabric glistens in the candlelight, and she cocks the gun of it right at their unsuspecting target; he falls for it, of course, and they are forced to watch the exchange of pleasantries thorough several cameras; listen to the man's blatant flattery through several mics.

The worst part of it isn't concern for their un-official teammate; there was always a mutual understanding that she wasn't, didn't want to be quite one of them. She wasn't even a baby agent, just a civilian that knew a little too much.

Having to see her genuine personality, the, at times, obscenely joyful words melting off her tongue directed at someone else, at an enemy - it feels like walking on broken glass, like dragging bare feet through burning coal. They're all jealous. Natasha hasn't stopped grumbling about how she's laying it on too thick but deep down, everyone knows that the spy is just impressed by the sheer amount of charisma their girl seems to be in possession of.

"I'm not a fan of classical music, it's boring," she says, convincingly, playing the part of a slightly-above-average college student.

"What do the youngsters listen to these days?" The target asks in a patronising tone.

Somewhere in the background, Tony makes a quiet, sharp inhale into his mic. He'd said the same thing to her not too long ago. But it was different.

Instead of shooting the target a sarcastic grin and showing her teeth, she softly sings, coos. "Baby, I'm a gangsta too, and it takes two to tango," the song is vaguely familiar and a few of the team snort. "You don't wanna mess with me, mess with me," their target had leaned in, eyes darting between her plush lips and her cleavage.

"That's cute," the man breathes, but it's all wrong.

Stephen glows. A golden glow surrounds his bailed fists, a cloud the size of Manhattan hanging over his head like a lead curtain. Not one person can blame him, though.

She briefly upturns her nose, scoffing, and if they knew her even slightly a little but less, they would have been forced to give a standing ovation to her fake-flirting skils. Except the scrunch of her nose is quite obviously disgusted and her body language has that subtle undertone of wariness, as if she is trying to figure out how to inconspicuously shake off a piece of shit stuck to her shoe.

The mission is a success. They apprehend the man in his hotel room, Natasha waiting for him leisurely reclining on the bed and Loki holding onto a seething Stephen for his (and the criminal's) life.

She grins at them, all canines and blood-red lips. Stephen shudders, looking away, going through the motions of opening a portal just for the sake of doing something. Her shoes lay abandoned by the bed, bare feet padding on the carpet and into the portal, greeting the emptiness of the common room with a stretch.

Quick fingers make the work of removing the jewelry; its empty shine forlorn and discarded. Diamonds or just stray rays of the sun caught in the prismatic glass surface, they bear no meaning. The tight peplum dress gets hiked up to mid-thigh, the intricate hairstyle crumbles into endless waves of unruly hair, cascades over her shoulders.

Stephen watches with the portal shrinking behind his stiff form. The light of the hotel room on the other side makes a for a halo around his lithe form.

She admires it, the flow of his ironed dark robes, the graceful posture. Not without the eyebrow arch, however. She waits.

His eyes rake over the expensive dress, now crumpled and misshapen, the lipstick, now smeared from the bottle of some fancy soda; the way her hair stands up in all directions. Stephen can so nothing but shake his head at the provocation.

"Baby, I'm a gangsta too, and it takes two to tango, you don't wanna mess with me, mess with me..." She drawls mockingly, a challenge they both know he won't be able, doesn't want to resist.

#stephen strange x reader #lana del rey lyrics #i felt the tension writing this #i just want to be a cute brat

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softluci · 4 years ago

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aggressive affection (round two!)

[ part two of this, with the now dateables. guess which one(s) i have a crush on—i am actually so embarrassed because i'm getting shy trying to write this, but it's a must that i put this into the universe. if you want to read this first, rather than the one with the brothers, here is the preface: ]

i’m not sure if this is something unique to younger people, but i am one hundred percent sure that younger people do it a lot, just going off of the behavior of my friends and i. (i’m gonna tell you now that this isn’t entirely sfw, so minors dni please and thank u)

but i’ve found that it’s pretty common for friends to be, like, aggressively affectionate with one another, for lack of a better phrase. if not aggressively affectionate, then just really flirtatious, often for no reason, and it is still meant entirely in a platonic sense. some examples of this that i have experienced include, but are not limited to:

“i’m gonna eat you,” “do u wanna make out,” “just remember, no matter WHAT happens, i will ALWAYS wanna make out with you,” “i have literally wanted to fuck all of you at some point,” “let’s have sex,” “stfu before i kiss you,” [points to lap] “is this seat taken?” “every day i’m like, ‘wow, [name] is so cool, we should make out,’” and so on and so forth.

so you can imagine the fun i’m about to have.

dia

you—why did you—look.

dia is a very nice, social guy; very smiley, you guys get along great, that's great!

he is still very much a demon (the prince of them, in fact) and very much not one of your friends from the human world, no matter how much he wants you to treat him as such.

you should've known better.

he'd invited you to the castle for tea and a nice chat—a regular occurrence between the two of you so that he could see how you were doing, how the program was going, talk about lucifer, play catch up; nothing out of the ordinary.

he complimented you on your performance thus far, telling you about how well you've done—which was just standard kindness—so would you like to explain to the class why your immediate response was, “so kiss me then,” ?

he was totally fine with it, but he was also very confused, so it was only fair that he pulled you into his lap to get a better understanding of what you meant. if you do the math, it adds up, i swear.

luckily, you don’t even have to explain yourself with this one because it seems like he already knows. this is good because, given his proximity to you at that moment, you wouldn’t have done a good job explaining yourself anyway.

“is this how you talk to your human friends?”

it was a simple question, with a simple answer, it’s just that you were nose-to-nose, and his eyes were hooded all of a sudden and his hand was cupping the side of your face so, naturally, you had some difficulty forming words—fortunately, you managed to nod instead of embarrassing yourself by trying to talk.

“and do they ever do what you ask?”

again, it would’ve been foolish of you to try and speak, so you just shook your head. you were doing a surprisingly nice job of maintaining your dignity, well done! this is nice compensation for the fact that you seemed to forget you were dealing with the demon of demons, but he was kind enough to remind you—

“well, i’m not one of them, so i’ll do as you say. you don’t mind, right?”

do you have a saving grace with this man? meh. he doesn’t want to do anything in front of the others, but he can literally go somewhere private with you under the guise of wanting to talk. it’s not like anyone is gonna tell him he can’t.

barbatos

you don’t make any sense. you watched black butler know that he’s the scariest person in the devildom, why did you think you could do this? he might be a menace not too far underneath that professional exterior, but that doesn’t mean you have to fuck around and find out. or maybe that’s exactly what that means.

all he did was bring you tea. he saw you sitting in the castle’s library doing schoolwork—dia offered to let you study there to enjoy some quiet that you wouldn’t have gotten at the house, and because you aren’t one to forgo such a kind gesture, you accepted.

he set it down on the table in front of you, much to your surprise.

“oh, thank you! you really didn’t have to,” you said, looking up at him from your seat.

“nonsense,” he started, smiling softly, “you’ve been working hard.”

you, for whatever reason, took this as an opportunity to pretend barbatos was one of your human friends.

“you shouldn’t say that unless—”

that’s all he let you say. what you were going to say was, “you shouldn’t say that unless you plan on making out with me.” trouble was, he already knew that. you must have forgotten who you were talking to.

before you could finish, his hand was under your chin, and his other hand was resting on the arm of your chair, effectively caging you in, and effectively keeping you from looking away.

his smile went from benevolent to teasing meaning you got the menace you wanted, as he asked,“unless what?”

he took more joy in your flustered state than he would care to admit, but he’d recently learned that you had an affinity for trying to catch people off guard, so he thought it was more than fair to do the same to you—as a treat, for him.

that said, it’s no surprise that you had to endure relentless teasing, him asking you what you wanted from him, why you were so shy all of a sudden, telling you not to be shy and that he wouldn’t bite, unless you asked nicely. what? he liked how warm your face made his hand.

“what’s wrong? don’t you want to kiss me?”

okay. that was the last straw. you never even hinted that you didn’t wanna kiss this man, and here he was, making assumptions about you as a person.

you, in your infinite confidence and assertive nature, said, “i—i never said i didn’t want to.”

and you know what, you really showed him because even though he laughed at you, even though he made a show of taking off his gloves, even though his hand moved from the arm of the chair to your thigh—even though he took every necessary step to remind you that he was in control, you still got what you wanted. and then some.

your only saving grace with him is the fact that he breathes professionalism and he’s always busy. when he isn’t busy, however. well.

simeon

you goddamn heathen. oh, you fucking freak. simeon has a reputation to uphold, you can’t treat him like one of your heathen little human friends, which means you can’t just say whatever pops into your head when you’re talking to him, which means—you should really learn to take compliments normally.

simeon is a nice guy, and he likes you a lot, so it only makes sense that he compliments you whenever he can. in other words, he dishes out anywhere from one to four compliments whenever the two of you are together. he can’t help it, he just thinks you’re neat!

the fact remains that you chose to be a menace to the angelic persona he is supposed to project at all times.

it was a simple compliment. he enjoyed spending time with you, and he told you so, just telling you that your presence was a pleasant one.

your response was actually normal—it was a simple, “i like being around you too!”

in a way, this is simeon’s fault, if you think about it. he could’ve just said, “thank you,” and kept it pushing, but instead, he said, “really?”

why would he think you didn’t like being around him? that was unacceptable, so, really, what choice did you have but to give him the most solid affirmation he would ever hear?

“of course! every day, i’m like, ‘wow, simeon is so cool, we should make out,’ you know?”

what you were expecting was for him to blush and laugh it off, call you silly, and maybe pat your head for good measure. that was a reasonable thing to expect, albeit that is not even close to what you got.

since you were being so casual, simeon figured that he could—that he should—do the same. it was only natural that he stop being a model angel for a little while, right?

oh, don’t look so flustered, it’s not like you’ve never been backed against a wall before. how many times has a demon done this to you? it’s only fair that an angel gets a turn.

“actually,” he started, lips already brushing against yours as he spoke. “i don’t know. would you mind showing me?”

if you are, understandably, too flustered to function, he will gladly make the first move, don’t worry, but if his first move happens to be taking your bottom lip between his teeth instead of kissing you, well… there’s not much you’re going to be able to do about it, so you may as well just enjoy.

i mean, you tempt an angel, and you get what’s coming to you—that’s all there is to it.

similar to barbatos, you will only be safe from this man when he’s in public or around a few of the others. if you’re alone with him and in private, he’s already under the impression that he doesn’t have to be an angel with you, so find joy in the side of him you’ve uncovered.

solomon (derogatory)

you two deserve each other, really. both of you are public enemies. he was just as terrible as your friends from back home, except he was always walking the line like a tightrope. he was always on the verge of making his teasing into a reality, and to be quite frank, you were starting to get fed up—and you were right to be. but this is what you get for being a dirty solomon enjoyer.

all of his empty threats and demands about kissing you, his lingering touches on your lower back or waist or thighs, his dumb little smirks on his dumb little face, his occasional bites wherever you were vulnerable, his habit of putting his hand around your throat for fun (or so he says)—those all came with the territory. he hasn’t had a friend to tease in ages (he can’t do it to asmo without it immediately turning into an hour long event), so you get it all at once, congratulations!

don’t look so upset, he’s an attractive guy, so this is still a win.

now, all of that said, you were hard pressed to find an opportunity to catch this man off guard, but once you got your chance, you latched onto it exactly as you should’ve.

the two of you were in his room, studying (“studying”) for an upcoming exam. he was sitting in a chair, and you were on his bed a few feet away. you needed something from your bag, which was on the side of his chair farthest from you, so you decided to walk by him to get it, like a normal person. look at you, acting regular for once.

evidently, that was a mistake. as soon as you were in front of him, his hand was on your waist, and you were pulled into his lap.

you turned to look at him, eyebrows raised and everything, and he seemed to have an explanation ready to go, paired with one of his signature smiles.

“i was wondering when i’d get to bother you again.”

this was your chance—probably the only chance you’d get in a while, so it made sense that you took this opportunity to be heinous, even though you were in a rather compromising position.

“either sleep with me or leave me alone.”

you did it. for a moment, you had him. the surprise plastered on his face was enough gratification to last you a lifetime, however fleeting it may have been. unfortunately for you, he had a wonderful recovery time.

before you could fully enjoy the look on his face, it was gone, replaced by a more sinister expression that almost made you regret your decision.

for what it’s worth, you didn’t have to see that menacing look of his for long because he turned you away from him to press your back into his chest. if that makes you feel any better.

“i’ll never leave you alone,” he hummed, teeth already grazing your neck. his hand moved from your waist to your inner thigh, slowly separating one leg from the other. “but you already knew that.”

you didn’t have a saving grace with this man before, and now you never will.

#COME GET YALL JUICE!#i acc considered doing an sfw platonic ver with luke as a bonus but then i got tired #also didn't want anyone to see his name and freak #anyway #it's acc not funny how shy i got writing this BYE #how do people write smut omg #literal gods good lord #obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me dia #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me undateables

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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you+me+the Devil, m | myg, jjk | summon

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The Devil and his right-hand demon are forcibly yanked from Hell to encounter a power they've never seen before, a power that everyone thought was only a rumor. In chains and unable to break free, they are asked to give up part of their souls. And they do. For science. But, mostly, to fuck.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - if you're religious, maybe skip this one; world building; short graphic descriptions of sexual acts; supernatural and horror (and it gets way creepier during the smut, you have been warned); non-idol!AU - Hell!AU; Devil!Yoongi x chaos!reader x Devil's right-hand demon!Jungkook and switches between their POVs; they don't have your best interests at heart and neither do you.

you and me and the Devil makes 3 prologue | the summoning | the collection | 666

there’s not a word for what i wanna do to you

One second, the Devil, also known as Min Yoongi, was frowning as he gazed up at his right-hand demon Jeon Jungkook, pondering the whereabouts of the missing soul-shards. The next second, the volcanic ground below him exploded, multiple giant red-black rings adorned with symbols and images creating a circle, expanding a larger and larger surface area, crackles of red lighting and tendrils of black smoke shooting everywhere. It consumed everything, bleeding into every nook and cranny of the throne room, saturating the air with summoning intent. It was happening far too quickly for the Devil to stop, the ground splitting and black chains shooting out, surrounded by a deadly ice-silver signature of the kind of magic you don’t bring home to your mother.

“Fuck–!”

That was Jungkook.

“Ah.”

That was the Devil.

The black chains snapped around their bodies and bound them in an instant. Jungkook snarled and fought with all of his power, black wings flaring out that were instantly crushed and shredded by the enchantment, his curved black horns protruding from his head and being forced back by the power. In contrast, the Devil merely sat there. Yoongi knew he couldn’t stop it, not this kind of magic, if it could even be called that, so he didn’t try. He let the chains wrap around him and shackle him. Instead, he furrowed his brow and tried to trace the source, tried to find the purpose. In order to defeat an enemy, you must be informed. Yoongi lived by this philosophy, which was why he was the Devil.

He could not trace it.

That was very disheartening.

But he didn’t need to worry earlier, because the red-black summoning circle was closing in, and he would find out very, very soon who it was. He had nothing to worry about.

Yoongi was the Devil, after all.

You inspected your nails.

Matte black, pointed. You had just done them. You liked to look nice for your guests.

“Hm, the Devil works hard, but I work harder,” you chuckled.

This was not what the Devil expected.

Yoongi expected a dark cave, a crowd of hooded figures, lots of candles. Maybe a Bible or a Koran. Devil worshippers, Satanists, cultists, or whatever they liked to call themselves. He fully expected to fight, to kill, to maim, and to fucking enjoy it, because he was the Devil and he served no one.

That was the whole fucking point of leaving Heaven in the first place.

He did not expect this.

You.

“Oh? A new development.”

Yoongi had seen many things in his time. He thought he could no longer be surprised.

He was wrong.

You stood over the two figures chained to the ground, peering curiously at them. A plain black dress with a flared skirt and a lace high collar. Long-sleeved with small ruffled cuffs at the end. No socks or shoes, just long, beautifully sinful legs and pretty feet. Pointed, matte black fingernails at the ends of lovely hands. A single nail was on one of your full dark lips, small amused smile dancing on that pouty mouth.

Your nail pressed into your flesh.

Yoongi wanted to shove his dick into that mocking smirk.

Sharp, distinctive eyes. Unforgettable. Yoongi would not forget the eyes of the fool who summoned him anyway, but your eyes… They were different. They held no malice. No innocence either. No, your eyes were the greatest mystery of all.

They were an enigma, revealing nothing to the one who could tell everything.

Yoongi did not like this. He did not like how him, an all-powerful being, one who could poison the minds of all other beings, was being confronted with a human who seemed very not human.

You were holding something on the crook of your arm. He narrowed his eyes. A black plush goat-man with horns and an upside-down red pentagram stitched on his head. It had little leather hooves for feet and hands. Black leathery wings as well. Another common misconception of the Devil. As if he wanted to be an ugly goat for all eternity. Hmph. But there was something about the way you held it that made Yoongi think it wasn’t an homage to him.

No, you held it close to your breast, next to your heart, squeezing the plush goat-man’s little arm lovingly.

It made him ache with longing.

They were in a bedroom, on the floor next to the bed. Black sheets, fluffy blankets with white stars all over them. Black walls with posters all over them, cute animated characters, haunting imagery, various musical artists, sinful and innocent, a vast plethora that told him nothing of true intent. Modern, sleek furniture. A high-end desktop with multiple monitors. A nice flat-screen television. Many soft plushies of adorable and strange characters, stacked on shelves and in corners, both popular and niche.

Who was this person?

With every passing second, Yoongi was liking this situation less and less.

Jungkook was beside him, disheveled and disoriented, chained down with black. The demon sat up, growling in his chest, trying to exert his power.

“Who do you think–”

“Ah, little Satan, they shouldn’t talk until I allow them, isn’t that right?”

The Devil was not a fool. You were not talking to him. You were talking to the little goat-man in your arms. Yoongi heard a choking sound and he turned his head to see a very large black ball gag ramming itself in between Jungkook’s teeth, snapping closed with a black chain strap behind his pretty head. Jungkook looked livid, trying to bite through it, but Yoongi doubted he could break it.

You smiled at him.

Yes, indeed, Yoongi was liking this situation less and less.

In some ways.

Seeing Jungkook in a ball gag was a pleasant image.

“I didn’t expect it to turn out this way. I was aiming for him first,” you said to Yoongi, lowering the little goat-man and holding him by a hoof. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he wanted to rip apart the plush or be it. He decided that wasn’t important right now.

“Ah, well, this might be better,” you mused nonchalantly. Jungkook was still fighting his restraints, but neither you nor Yoongi acknowledged it. You crouched down, a delicate flash of inner thigh and black velvet panty in his view. Yoongi narrowed his eyes. You cocked a brow, smirk widening. “Two birds with one stone, no?”

You set the little goat-man in front of him.

Sat down, spreading your legs to squeeze the little goat-man with your inner thighs.

There was no question now.

Yoongi wanted to both be the plush goat-man and rip him to shreds.

“I’ll let you speak to me, Devil. You seem polite.” Conversational, calm. Not condescending, which somehow made it worse. At least if you spoke to him with hostility, he would know how to turn it against you.

“You have magic that doesn’t belong to you, human,” he said softly, a raspy renounce in his voice. He festered it with sweetness and warning at the same time, accenting it with a discerning stare.

You grinned.

Even he, the Devil, was unsettled.

“Nothing belongs to anybody. You only borrow it for a short while and then the powers far beyond even you take it back.”

Yoongi felt his heart drop and race at the same time. As he suspected. This was not the work of his father or some a wayward demon. Magic, power, illusionism, these were all words to describe things that could not be described. Entropy holds no bounds and there is no meaning behind it. It exists only to cause anarchy. For some reason, perhaps simply chaos alone, you, a human, was in possession of something even he could not control or understand.

Shit.

He stared into your eyes and they reflected his expression back to him. He tried to search for it, the desires within the heart, the small tendrils of pain that asked to be soothed, the soul begging to be freed. An ordinary demon could be fended off by a strong-willed human for a while, but Min Yoongi was no ordinary demon.

He was the Devil, even if he was bound by your chains.

You tilted your head at him, hair curling around your cheeks and lashes.

Yoongi could take even the weakest flame of desire and stroke it into a blazing fire. Even the holiest of saints could not fight him. Everyone wanted something, even if it was, disgustingly, in the name of his father. And humans, well, they were the masters of wanting things they couldn't have. Easily manipulated, even by each other. The Devil hardly needed to do anything at all. It was only a matter of whether or not Yoongi cared to do it and, most of the time, he didn't give a single shit.

You tilted your head the other way, smiling.

Yoongi did not find a maze or a barrier preventing him from the soul. He found the soul within seconds. It was there, all right.

The Devil just didn't know what the fuck he was looking at.

Why was your soul just you sitting there in the abyss, looking up at him with the same smile you were giving him right now?

And why did he feel nothing emitting from it?

He pulled back, looking into your eyes again. He did not like this.

You leaned forward and touched his horns.

His eyes widened as your fingertips brushed against the large curved black-red horns against the sides of his head. He hasn't even realized they had protruded. How? His horns were a sign of his power, a symbol he used for fear, for appearance, and for the moments of when he was exercising a great deal of his influence. Your fingertips brushed against the second set, the ones that bloomed upwards into wicked black-red spikes. Both sets? His soul-search had him reflexively procure both?

Shit.

He started into your eyes, seeing himself reflected back. Min Yoongi was the Devil. Emotion was no stranger to him. He harnessed it all, consumed himself in the passions and wonders of emotion. There were ones he felt less, simply because of who he was. For instance, there was not much that made him afraid.

You smiled.

Fear. He could feel it rise within him.

Yoongi grinned back.

Was this what he thought it was? He had heard of such things, rumors and whispers, even amongst the angels themselves. The hidden truth that Heaven and Hell belonged in a specific dimension or realm, Order. That there was another realm, the mirror, the reflection trapped, the unknown.

Disorder.

His kind, the high-above, and those between angels and insects, the humans, none of these belonged in the realm of Disorder. There were rumors that Order was merely a concoction of Disorder and that their realm could collapse any moment, erasing all of existence without a trace. Entropy was waiting for them all.

Yoongi understood now.

This was chaos.

The Devil was a master of desire. And a master of deliberately doing exactly what he shouldn't. He should not be tempted by a glimpse of chaos. His father would warn him to stay away from it.

His father could fuck right off.

Yoongi leaned forward, still bound, his horns disappearing. The chains clanged around him, his power rattling underneath. He wasn't doing it to fight them. He wanted to feel it. To understand what could not be understood, to touch the untouchable, because it was there, there right in front of him and he wanted it, he wanted it, and the Devil feeds off desire, even his own.

He wanted those lips.

You backed up.

The denial only made his desire stronger.

You left the plush goat-man sitting there right in front of him.

Jungkook was pissed.

Absolutely furious, jaw and head aching from this ridiculously large ball gag, fuming that he had no idea what was going on and that a single human was doing this bullshit. There was no way you were working alone. There had to be other beings behind this. He couldn't figure it out right now, but he would and he would tear them apart, right after he fucked your pathetic human body and tore you apart.

You must be a fool, thinking you could shackle him, Jeon Jungkook, the right hand of the Devil himself, the epitome of pure sin and free will.

He continued fighting the magic, trying to exert his strength, rattling the black chains, ice-silver lashes beating him back down. He tried to release his wings, but they were ensnared, pain shooting up his back. Jungkook cared not for pain. He had felt pain for millions of years. A few seconds was nothing. He tried to release his horns, but he could not, as if the very air neutralized him.

He was enraged.

Maybe would simply kill you so he could spend an eternity torturing you for your insolence.

Then the Devil's horns appeared.

How did he–?

Then you touched the Devil.

Jungkook wanted to scream.

He did, deep in his chest, muffled rage, jealousy, hate, all at once, and both of you ignored him, your fingers grazing Yoongi's horns, fucking smiling, looking unflinchingly into the Devil's eyes, and Jungkook wanted to erase you from existence, destroy every single shred of your soul for not groveling at the feet of Min Yoongi.

The horns disappeared and your hands hovered around Yoongi's head, fingers splayed out around the black hair like a shining halo.

Ironic.

The Devil leaned forward.

Don't you fucking kiss her, hyung!

But you moved away, backing up, gaze lingering on Yoongi before closing your eyes and reopening them slowly, a gradual shift to Jungkook's face.

He snarled at you through the gag.

He had you now. Eye contact and Jungkook could exert at least part of his power, the soul-search to find your deepest desires, your hidden gems, the calamity within that would call to him. He would find it and manipulate it, bend you to his will, turn you into his puppet. Play with you until you begged to die, only to find yourself in his arms once more, his plaything for all eternity.

All he had to do was find it.

You slid to your hands and knees, crawling to him. He felt it inside his chest, his own desire, watching the curve of your back to ass, his cock twitching at the sight, his mind conjuring images of your pretty body on a leash. Jungkook didn't have preferences when it came to bodies. A body was a body. In his hands, all bodies became prettier. You already had the base and he already had the wrath to want it. You stopped in front of him, the black skirt of your dress flaring out. He could see parts of your bare body.

Legs, knuckles, knees.

A small, amused smile on your lips.

Eyes that Jungkook searched valiantly, looking for malice, for innocence, for desire, for the darkest shadows and the lightest light.

Why couldn't he see anything?

This must be part of your magic. No matter. Jungkook had other ways. He was creative and cunning. You would break under his hand. He wouldn't stop until it was done. He was a demon that saw things through, even to his detriment.

His jaw was suddenly released from its prison, ball gag disappearing, fading into ice-silver smoke. He coughed, snapping his teeth, glaring at you.

"You dumb bitch," he hissed, violent resonance in his voice, oppressive and intense. "Do you think you humans are above us with your tricks and schemes? Kneel before those who invented such things."

You tilted your head.

Yoongi chuckled beside him.

Jungkook's brows furrowed. What–?

Your body trickled down like liquid, laying against the dark wood floor, looking up at him. Jungkook froze, maddening desire rising, infuriated at your face looking up at him, plush dark lips parted, hands on your chest, fingers spread out and molded to your flesh under the plain black dress. Sinking in, making him clench his jaw.

Your smile like a Cheshire Cat, eyes reflecting his rage.

Jungkook wanted to straddle your face and shove his cock into that smirking mouth, bulge your throat and cheeks with his girth.

"Is he always like this?" you asked, still not looking away.

"He pretends to be nice when he wants something out of you," the Devil answered calmly.

"Isn't that you?"

You still didn't look away from Jungkook. Why couldn't he find what he needed from your eyes?

"I'm always nice."

"That means you always want something out of someone."

Yoongi laughed, raspy and deep, the sound echoing in the bedroom, filling it up with his sound. Why couldn't Jungkook find it? His rage began to become infested with something else. Your eyes reflected only him.

Like a mirror.

No matter. The demons had other ways.

"Come here," Jungkook purred.

"I wouldn't do that."

That wasn't you. That was the Devil.

Your body lifted as if it was on a string from the center of your chest, fingers and black fingernails trailing against the dark hardwood, head tipped back, the line of your neck hidden by the high collar of lace, shielded from his hungry gaze. Legs curling up, skirt pooling around your thighs, his rage molding with carnal need, festering with something else.

Fear.

You rose to your knees, in prayer position in front of him, almost as if you were about to reach out and touch faith. Jungkook furrowed his brow, watching your presence near, wanting it, ready to coax or rip your desires from your lips themselves. It didn't matter if he was bound, it didn't matter if his black suit was torn up and ugly, it didn't matter if he was bleeding from his efforts to escape this magic.

You were still a human.

He was a demon and he would taint you.

Closer, your lids lowering, entranced by his spell. Jungkook smirked. Too easy. Humans were so, so easy. He craned his neck, lips parting, the palpable lust of his breath exhaling. So close to those pretty, dark, fuckable lips.

"You're really falling for it, hm?"

Jungkook paused. His eyes shifted to Yoongi. The Devil had turned his body to watch, clad in a tailored black suit. In contrast, Yoongi's was unmaimed, as he hadn't fought his restraints. The Devil had black hair like him, parted slightly, with shadowy dark brown, cat-like eyes that glinted with something sinister. Pale skin, almost luminescent. Exposed neck, elegantly laid black silk tie, unlike Jungkook, who preferred not to wear one. Lips that demanded you to plead for your life.

A body that made Jungkook want to sin for him.

That was the power of the Devil.

His eyes shifted from Yoongi to you, who had stilled in front of him. Hands beneath you and knuckles pressed to the floor like an obedient pet. What was Yoongi talking about? He had you right where he wanted you. And yet, he hesitated.

Then you spoke.

Delicate and calm, with no resonance. Human.

"I thought demons had free will?" you whispered. "That not even the Devil could control a demon."

Or was it?

Jungkook watched your lips form the words.

"If he is powerful enough, that is."

Yoongi didn't bother warning Jungkook anymore.

The Chaos knew what it was doing.

Clever girl.

Jungkook growled, leaning back a little, letting the passion of emotion course through him, wrath, lust, pride. Fear. All of it. Drawing from it, his power pulsing, singing through his muscles.

"Come here, human."

You had to crawl into his lap, his thighs against your thighs, hardness against softness, bringing your lips to his, sudden and sweet with your legs, knuckles, knees. Jungkook smirked, white teeth and canines flashing, urging you to him.

"What a good little girl,” he breathed softly. “I can be anything you desire. All you need to do is tell me."

Your eyes locked with his.

"A kiss, please."

He groaned at the small plea, finally getting it out of you, finally, and he would make you regret doing this, sow every seed of desire within you and reap it all, turn you into his pet on a leash. All he had to do was kiss you.

Jungkook kissed you.

He pressed his lips to yours, ravenous to consume what you had, eager to claim his offering.

You smiled against his lips, a small, amused smile.

It was instant, his hunger to your plushness, the rush euphoric and wild, immediate lust and power dominating him and now he could taste your tongue and fling open the doors, clawing for the soul within, the moment so close he could taste it, taste your moan sliding into his throat, his favorite treat, intoxicating in the way you sucked in his breath to fill your longs.

Jungkook arrived at the last gate, tearing through the door. Looked down into the abyss, triumphant.

You looked back up at him from below.

A small, amused smile.

A nothingness like he had never felt before.

Jungkook's eyes snapped open and widened, staring into the reflective glass of yours, his chest constricted. He had never felt this. Your lips still on his, tongue flicking, taking his breath, and then he felt a strange kind of compression, like everything was being pressurized, tighter, tighter, suffocating, and he gasped in your mouth, recoiling.

The kiss broke, your eyes still on his, lips shiny with his saliva. Your hand was outstretched, hovering in the air, fingers coated with black tendrils mixed with ice-silver, right above his chest.

Your eyes, void of anything but himself.

“What…” Jungkook breathed, hard cock straining against his slacks. “Are you?”

He didn’t understand. You were only a human. Only a human who had done a very stupid thing, summoning the Devil and his right-hand demon to your bedroom. Just a stupid, foolish human. You tilted your head. Lowered your hand and placed both hands on Jungkook’s thighs. He tensed. You pressed your fingers into his slacks, kneading the firm flesh underneath.

Where was your fear? Your malice? Your innocence?

Where was your desire?

He could only feel his own, rising, rearing its beautiful head, teeth bared and ready to strike as your fingers drummed against the fabric of his pants. You had tried to take something from him in midst of the kiss.

Part of his soul.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “What do you want?” he hissed, forceful and direct.

You stopped moving your fingers. He wanted to scream in dismay.

“Only a small thing.” Your lips curved into a gentle smile. “A token to remember our fateful meeting.”

Now, only now, did Jungkook not like this.

You removed one hand from his leg and Jungkook clenched his jaw, watching it rise, nearing his heaving chest, the black chains spreading apart, links snapping with ice-silver sparks, but he was still bound, still chained, and he did now know why and not knowing infuriated him. You stopped, right above his heart, the heart he forgot was there sometimes.

The true irony of this world was that angels gave up their hearts to serve the one above and demons kept them to serve themselves.

Jungkook felt it again, the compression of his insides, making his breath hitch and his teeth grind, the sensation unbearable. Your expression remained the same, the small, airless smile. Eyes reflecting his terror.

“I could take it just like this.”

Not a threat, only a statement. Only a testament to the power within you, a power that Jungkook was beginning to think wasn’t something he knew or understood. The Devil could take souls. He could reap them, he could tear them, he could wring them dry. But not like this.

“I will give you a choice,” you murmured, hand retreating, releasing him from the uncomfortable pressure. “Because everyone deserves a choice, don’t they?”

The chains were lessening, slowly slipping off Jungkook’s body.

“I’ll let you give it to me willingly.”

Your hand on his pants caressed the fabric.

“If you have the power to take it,” Jungkook snarled. “Why not take it?”

Your other hand found his other thigh, squeezing lightly, sparks of heat flying through his veins. The chains slid off him, clashing into the hardwood floor and turning to ice-silver liquid that faded to nothing.

“I do not want to take.”

You stopped your touches and Jungkook wanted to scream.

“It will feel better for you if you give.”

He raised on eyebrow. “Considerate of you.”

You smiled wider. He stared into your eyes and only saw himself.

“What do you think, Jeon Jungkook, the Devil’s right-hand man?”

He felt the tendons on his neck tense, expression twisting into anger. You shouldn’t know his name. You were a human. You would only know if he told you directly. Someone else was behind this. Someone who wanted to kill him and the Devil, thereby putting Hell itself in imbalance.

“How do you know my name?” he seethed.

“You told me.”

What?

“When you looked into her eyes, you told her your name,” confirmed a deep, cavernous voice.

Jungkook started, whipping his head to the Devil beside him. No longer chained, simply sitting lazily on the ground, one knee raised to rest an elbow on it. Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Getting soft, Jungkookie?” the Devil taunted.

How…? Was he so absorbed in his own lust and deceiving you that he did not realize? He looked back at you. Your eyes lowered to his slacks and then back up to his eyes.

“Pants can always come off.”

Jungkook raised a hand, running it through his black hair, jaw set. “You are too greedy, human. Do you even know what you’re doing?” he sneered.

Your hands jerked down a few centimeters closer to his crotch, making Jungkook hiss. Your tongue slid out, feathering against the plush dark mauve of your lips. His cock throbbed with need, demanding to abuse the mouth presented. You leaned forward, putting more of your weight on him, welcome weight that Jungkook wanted all over him. He was a demon, after all. He was no stranger to carnal desire.

“I do,” you murmured softly. “You and me and the Devil makes three.”

Jungkook sharpened his gaze. “You couldn’t handle that, human.”

You said nothing.

You simply removed your heat and turned to the Devil, where Yoongi held the little goat-man plush by a single hoof, dangling it next to his lap, making your crawl into it to reach the doll. It was almost an innocent gesture, the way you took it and tucked it into your lap before looking up at Yoongi’s face, lips parted slightly, nearly curious, childlike awe decorating your features.

Jungkook growled like a hurt animal.

Your eyes shifted to him, looking at him under lowered lashes. Dismissive, vacant gaze.

“Yes or no, Jeon Jungkook?”

“Yes.”

The thin black string between you and him darkened, searing with ice-silver, a contract made. He didn’t even know the terms. He didn’t care. No human could outsmart him. And you, you must have been human once.

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t know if you were human anymore.

Yoongi watched your eyes return to him. The little black goat-man plush was tucked between your legs, pressed against your core. Slowly but surely, he was understanding. The original vessel was human, now tainted by someone, something, or simply bad luck. It made you something else entirely. You were a creature from the realm of Order polluted by the realm of Disorder. How long could this last? Would you die eventually from it? When you died, what would be left? Was the soul still there? Would he be able to collect it? Contain it? Study it?

Yoongi didn’t know the answers to these questions.

He wanted to know.

“Your turn,” you whispered to his chin, warm breath against his skin. “What is your answer, my Devil?”

Yoongi chuckled. “A shard of soul is all you ask for?” he purred. “What for?”

You tilted your head. “I want to complete my collection.”

The Devil doubted that. He doubted you wanted anything. Something was driving the entropy in a direction, a purpose given to the original human you long ago, and now you did it because it was the only thing left in the shell, a memory of a purpose, the human determination so strong that it could not be killed or erased, even though this body was now only a container for the power within.

The Devil had spent a lot of his time lately doing nothing. Nothing fun, nothing exciting, nothing worthy of his attention. Yoongi already knew everything there was to know about humans. He cared not for those above. But this.

This was new.

This was different.

This was something he wasn’t supposed to know.

He raised his hand, fingers tracing your jaw, staring into the eyes of Chaos. The Entropy. The Vessel.

You.

“I’ll be part of your collection, little one,” Yoongi purred.

And you will be mine, he vowed as the black string between you and the Devil glowed, ice-silver magic contaminating it with the power of Disorder.

part ii the collection. if you get in bed, someone will fall in love

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hyenahunt · 3 years ago

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Secret Service: EPILOGUE - 3

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Ibara, Hiyori, Jun, Madara, Kohaku

Proofreading: Remy (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: haranami & hyenahunt

Hiyori: Let's hear some applause, now! One of ES's Big Three has deigned to answer your call for help and assist you in your time of need — and that would be us, the one and only Eden!

Ibara: Greetings, gentlemen of Double Face! We’re terribly sorry to keep you waiting! Salute~!

Hiyori: Let's hear some applause, now! One of ES's Big Three has deigned to answer your call for help and assist you in your time of need — and that would be us, the one and only Eden!

Jun: It was pretty sudden, so pardon us for not saying a proper hello! We're gonna go all out today — lookin' forward to working with you!

Madara: ……

…The hell?

Hiyori: That's how you intend to greet us? Don't you know who we are?

There's no way you can be an idol at ES and not know that! Say, are you really an idol? Not just a fraud taking on that label?

Madara: You don’t need any qualifications to be an idol, yanno? All you need to do is call yourself one.

Hiyori: So true! Now if only you'd been satisfied with simply doing that, hmm?

Instead, you wanted to both prove to yourself that you truly are an idol and have others validate your wearing of that title, but you certainly went at it in a roundabout way!

Madara: You sure don’t mince words, but you’re not wrong… Say, why’d you really come here, Eden? I don’t recall ever having asked you to lend us a hand.

Kohaku: Same here. Oho… Is that what this is about?

Eden. Y’all came here for the same reason I did, ain’t that right?

Madara: For the same reason you did?

Kohaku: Yep. I reckon they’ve got a bone t’pick with ya, Madara-han, after ya toyed around with ‘em. They must’ve been too ticked off t’let things end this way…

So they probably came here t’give ya one last, good sucker punch to the face.

Madara: Hey, now! You’re idols — are you reaaally gonna be violent? On stage?

Don’t you remember the man who was called the disgrace of the idol industry? Do you plan on making the same mistakes he did?

Hiyori: Really now, you two are hardly in any position to be lecturing us about that.

I've heard the gist of things from Ibara. So you hire yourselves out doing whatever dirty work is necessary to eradicate evil, hmm...?

This world exists for my sake, and you mean to tell me that something so repulsive lurks within it? Pardon my language, but it could make one positively hurl.

Kohaku: Hah! That’s right, you’ve lived your whole life in the brightest, most sparkly parts of the world. Poor lil’ rich boy… It must’ve been oh so hard for ya t’look at people like us.

Is that what this is about? Ya saw some filthy, disgustin’ insects buzzin’ around, so ya decided t’come all the way here so ya could crush ‘em yourself.

Madara: They’re trying to pick a fight with me, but for some reason, you’re the one getting all riled up, Kohaku-san… I guess this stuff is a sore spot for you?

Kohaku: Sure is. When it comes down to it, I’m the same as you — everythin’ I do is for me, myself, and I.

Don’t get the wrong idea, alright? This ain’t for your sake. I’m not doin’ all this ‘cause I wanna save ya or anythin’.

Madara: I know. In fact, I think that’s for the better. We just happened to run into each other in a back alley, and then we formed a temporary alliance to take down our common enemies.

That’s what our relationship has been like from the very start.

Kohaku: …I figured we at least forged a bond of some sort after goin’ through battles like that over and over again.

But whatever. You’re a damn idiot who clearly doesn’t understand a thing, so lemme boil it down for ya. This is the perfect chance t’knock ya down, Madara-han.

Ya cosied on up to the management, so you’re pretty much guaranteed t’win the SS preliminaries.

Ya must’ve had a bunch of fun, happy days, smooth sailing all ‘round.

It was a big change, wasn’t it? You’ve lived your life in the shadows; this was probably your first real taste of success.

You’re at the height of happiness right now, and that’s why they wanna kick ya down. They hate your guts, so they’re gonna enact their revenge right now.

Madara: ……

Kohaku: I came here on the off chance that I’d have to do the same, actually.

It sure wasn’t easy, though. And it must’ve been hard for Eden, too — they had t’act like you asked them to help out.

Do ya know why I did all this? It was t’confront you. I needed to see with my own two eyes whether you were rotten beyond salvation or not. And if you were…

I’d use every trick up my sleeve t’eliminate ya.

I’d personally make sure that you’d never walk under the sun again.

Madara: This isn’t the first time I’ve thought this, but you sure say scary things for someone with such a cute face.

Kohaku: I hear that discrepancy is one of my selling points. I don’t give a hoot, though.

Anyways, after I eliminated you, I planned on stealin’ away everythin’ you’ve worked for.

I’m part of Double Face, so no one would’ve batted an eyelash if I inherited the “Late Mikejima Madara’s” legacy.

Madara: That’s some teeerrifying bloodlust you’ve got there. I don’t think I’ve done anything that’d warrant you hating me this much, though?

Kohaku: If that’s really how ya feel, I’m seriously gonna kill ya.

You’re no more than a coward who can only protect himself with his giant body and violent behavior — stop tryin’ t’act like some kinda lone ranger!

If you’ve got too much on your plate, just say so. If you’ve got too many burdens to bear, just share ‘em with me. If there are things ya can’t accomplish on your own, let me join ya.

You can go ahead and pretend that ya can’t see everybody else, but at the very least, I won’t let ya ignore me.

Madara: ……

Kohaku: …Well, lookin’ back on the conversation we just had, it seems like ya haven’t rotted to the core just yet.

If anythin’, ya feel more like a newly-born babe, still in the midst of a struggle.

I’ll have mercy on ya this time. If I raised a hand against a baby, I’d end up bein’ the unpardonable one.

Ibara: Fufufu, he’s quite the large baby! You must have a lot on your plate, Oukawa-shi, having to accomplish your idol work with such a huge child in your arms!

Would you like me to remove the two-meter thorn in your side?

Kohaku: ……

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sorryimanon · 4 years ago

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Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Parings: Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, characters are in their third year.

Word Count: 5.4K

The two honor students of UA so happen to be childhood enemies. During the succession that is exams, Y/N is determined to beat Bakugou.

Exam season has commenced on the campus of U.A. Students woke up in a frenzied state, slightly nervous to the late night studying they’ll endure for the weeks to come. Not enough caffeine can energize them to be in complete motivation mode. A couple of students have taken the leisure of paying those to exchange notes, considering most of the questions will be going over every little detail in each subject. The exams don’t begin till next week, but a few of the honor students have already hit the books, not once indulging in a break or two till the sun sets. One of those students just so happen to be you, an inspiring young hero with the hunger for being on top of everything. Ever since middle school, teachers would constantly praise you on your performance during tests. It was no surprise to anyone when you aced the entrance exam to U.A, a remarkable score leading you closer to reaching your dream. Although your scores on every test was superb, someone else would occasionally steal the spotlight with by topping your score. That person in particular has been tailing behind you ever since middle school, another honor student who also attends U.A as well. Did you mention he also is in the same hero course as you?

Katsuki Bakugou is his name. A name that burns the tip of your tongue whenever you gave roll call alongside Iida. The man is a ball of pure fury. He exuded nothing but anger and hostility whenever he’s in a room. Despite his aggressive exterior, Katsuki is an avid academic student who manages to score excellent grades in each of his classes. For the past 3 years of attending U.A, you two are considered the star studded scholars, never once failing a test, midterm, pop quiz , you name it! Now with your hero course almost coming to an end, you were determined to at least score the highest result this exam season, leaving Bakugou in the dust with his inadequate score. Maybe have him crying in the corner would suffice the drawn out rivalry you two established. No one verbally said it was an all out war between you two, but everytime those test results are posted on the board, everyone steered clear for the both of you to silently react. Everyone awaits for the day when one of you finally snaps and start clawing at each other. But alas, only the mere exchange of a side eye and a curt nod. Deep down you do want to slap the smirk that always resides on his face during those moments, showing him you weren’t just going to let him win by smarts.

That’s why now you sit alone on the cushioned couch in the commons area, books sprawled around you like a protective barrier. You had your eyes glued to a textbook about the history of quirks and their physiology, a class in which you needed to spend studying the most for. It’s been a a few hours into your little study session, and you were beginning to feel the drag of how much you needed to actually work on. All this including your current homework and your mandatory internship studies at an agency. It was all too much to handle. So, maybe you do deserve a break.

Pushing the book aside, you stretched out your cramped up arms and sigh in relief. In the corner of your eye you spot a familiar head of ashy blonde walking into the commons room, books and notebooks crammed into his armpit while holding what seems to be an energy drink. Your eye twitched watching him plop down onto the couch across from you, never once paying attention to your presence. Katsuki then rests his bare feet on the wooden coffee table, opening one of his textbooks with the swipe of his thump. For some odd reason, this really riled you up. And it was clear Katsuki noticed too.

“Am I bothering you? Hm?” He smugly asked, eyes not wavering from the text before him.

You scoffed.

“No. Just, don’t speak while I’m trying to study okay?”

He clicked his tongue at you.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re studying to me. Looks like you’ve given up already. What gives?”

His comment made you even angrier.

“Given up? Kacchan, you’ve barely started.”

Looking up, you can see a faint vein forming against the temple of his forehead. His fists clenched tightly, crumpling the sides of the textbook. His eyes now were averted to yours. The crimson death glare, you’d call it.

“I was training with Kirishima, dumbass. So of course I couldn’t hop onto my studies earlier,” he started. Katsuki opens his energy drink with one finger, the pop of the air leaving the can satisfying to your ears, and took a swing of it. “Also, don’t ever fucking call me that. If I hear it from your mouth again I won’t hesitate to use my quirk on you.”

An intriguing idea. Usually you’d be the one to threaten your enemy, but Katsuki like always beat you to the punch.

“No thanks, I’d rather be harassed by grape juice than be blasted from the likes of you,” the taunt in your voice triggered something within Katsuki, causing him to tense up in pure anger. “Besides, I’m planning on studying all day till my eyes fall out. So don’t expect me to leave this spot.”

His smirk was soon on full display, uncrossing his legs to lean forward so he can rest his elbow on his knee.

“Oh really? Just so you know we have an early training tomorrow in preparation for our final exam. Wouldn’t want ya to, cha know, fail?” He didn’t even sound slightly concern for yourself and your future study habits, you can tell he wishes for you to fuck up your sleeping schedule to miss the important training in the morning.

“I have an alarm set on my phone so I don’t miss my beauty rest. Wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity of kicking your ass tomorrow,” you held your mobile device triumphantly, waving it back and forth to mock him.

With the roll of his eyes, Katsuki returned back to his studies, leaving you to sadly resume as well. Before he entered the commons area, you were about to head into your dorm room to take a nap, but now you were obligated to stay put without letting him think you’re already burnt out.

Silently, you both continued on with the unspoken competition.

Evening struck quicker than you expected, cascading the soft glow of the painted sky through the windows, illuminating both you Katsuki in a pink hue. Thankfully, Katsuki took your words into consideration and never spoke to you during the session, giving you an easy feeling of relaxation without him making it another competition.

Already you finished your notes for advance foreign language, quirk physiology, and mathematics. So far, you were ahead of everyone else, with the exception of Katsuki. Occasionally, you’d catch yourself glancing over at him working intensively in his small corner, highlighting and jotting down every minuscule detail in his notebook. This was your first time witnessing how Katsuki studies. To your disappointment, his regime was nothing out of the ordinary. Then how the fuck does he manage to score high grades? It simply baffled you.

A stampede of footsteps was to be heard coming from the hallway leading to the commons area. After what seems to be years, you cranked your head away from your notebook to see Kirishima and the rest of the gang marching towards the direction of both you and Katsuki, who was currently shooting daggers at the group of friends. The red head was the first to speak out of the four of them.

“Aye Bakubro! Wanna skip the studying for a little and eat with us at NoodleShop?” His smile gleamed brightly, showcasing his shark incisors.

“Y/N you too! Come join us. I’ll pay!” Mina chimed in.

Noodles sounded pretty appetizing right about now. You skipped out on lunch, too engrossed on the idea of getting a head start for the exams. Now you regret the decision of leaving your stomach on empty.

But you still had so much left to do. And knowing Katsuki’s competitive nature, he wasn’t going to move an inch from his spot.

“It’s okay Mina, I uh- already ate a big meal awhile ago,” you dismissed her, patting your belly to show you were indeed, full.

As if on cue, a loud growl erupted from the depths of your stomach, the noise reverberating across the soundless space. Denki and Sero both snickered.

To your amazement, Katsuki got up from the couch and trailed over to the group, slipping on his red hoodie that was draped on the arm rest. He took a quick glimpse at you and smirked over his shoulder.

“Watch my things for me will ya, extra?” And with that they all left the area as a group.

You huffed in defeat and stared back at your jumbled pile of notes, the writing transcending from neat to sloppy text. At least you don’t have an explosive blonde sharing the same air as you for now. You reached into your bag and grabbed another textbook, this one being more heftier than the others.

“Oh well, more time for studying...” you said to yourself as you skimmed through the pages of Hero First Aid: Volume 6.

The beautiful spring sky soon was replaced by the expanse of darkness, the twinkle of the bright stars catching your eyes. The moon alone helped cast a sheen of light, allowing you to work in the dimly lit up space. Bakugou didn’t return to retrieve his stuff, all of which were sat untouched in a hasty mess. You figure him and the rest of the gang would have been back on campus by now, but everyone in class 1-A have locked themselves in their dorms since lights out will commence in a few. Aizawa has yet to prohibit you from staying past the curfew. As long as you don’t go running among the halls like a lunatic and stay strictly to studying, he’s all game. And that’s exactly what you did.

A couple of students murmured as they passed by you, saying things like “Does she ever have a life” or “All she does is study...no wonder no one has asked her out yet”. As much as the comments sting, you knew they weren’t true to your heart. Last year, someone in class 2-B formally asked you to the dance. To their dismay, you rejected them on the spot. Only because you didn’t have time to date or talk romantically with anyone. It’s a distraction to both your education and future career.

Okay, so maybe they were partially correct. At least you had your first kiss before entering U.A? But the person who stole your kiss was obligated to do so, after being dared by their fellow acquaintances. Nothing more beyond that have you explored with another person.

Submerged in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the presence of the angry blonde, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie as he strolled to the couch that had all his materials. He began to gather his things when suddenly he freezes, remembering what you said about not moving an inch from your spot. He’s astonished to see you cemented on the same couch, in the same position, notes blanketing your thighs along with the pile books pooling at the edge.

You really are determined to beat him, he thought. Bakugou can’t deny he’s impressed with your ambition and drive to be the best among your peers, even if that means sacrificing basic human needs. Like food and sleep.

Although, looking at you right now in this state, with your eyes threatening to close shut, mouth slightly agape, and hair bunched up in a tight knot, it’s clear you were exhausted. He spoke without realizing it.

“Hey dumbass! The fuck you still doing here, huh? It’s almost lights out.”

His brooding voice startled you awake, causing the papers on your lap to spill on the carpeted floor. Bakugou coughed out a low chuckle, amused by how the mere sound of his voice scares you.

“Oh it’s just you,” you said, disregarding how that could easily irritate him.

“Yeah, it’s me. Anyway you should be getting rest. You’re smart enough to know that, idiot.”

Even though it was a subtle backhanded compliment, you couldn’t help but to appreciate him acknowledging your intellect.

“I can’t. I have to go over my flash cards for mathematics and then finish this week’s homework for tomorrow—.”

“Holy fucking shit shut up. Don’t you realize what you’re doing to yourself right now?” When you didn’t answer, Bakugou slapped his forehead. “You’re gonna burn yourself out dumbass! Then you won’t have any motivation left to study for when the exams are actually starting.”

Stunned, you watch as Bakugou stomps over to where you’re sitting at, crimson eyes never leaving yours. He then props his leg on the cushion next to your trembling thighs, out stretching his arm to grab ahold of something. Too focused on the proximity between you two, it didn’t register that he swiped your flash cards from your hands. What is wrong with him? Does he want to sabotage you this badly before exams?

“Bakugou! Give those back! I need them for my exam on Monday!” you ignored how whiny you sounded, not wanting to give Katsuki the satisfaction he thinks he deserves.

“You really think whining like a bitch will make me hand these over? Think again, dumb-.”

You cut him off with a surprise attack, shoving his entire body to the ground with the force of yours. Bakugou’s arms were pinned above him as you tried to pry the flash cards from his death grip on them. Stubbornly, he wiggles his body to keep you from reaching his arms, almost knocking you off his torso like a bull. Looking down, both of you were in a compromising position. Straddling his hips while he laid lifelessly underneath you, panting like a feral dog. You tried to keep the heat from spreading throughout your body as you felt his groin rub against your sex, but failed tremendously when he can obviously see the prominent blush creeping on your cheeks.

“What the fuck was that all about?! Why are you so adamant about beating me so much!” He yelled directly in your face.

A question that neither of you knew the answer to. Why were you so determined to destroy Bakugou? Shouldn’t a fellow honor student be happy that another is also making their education a main priority? Or maybe there is another underlying reason, something deeper under the dermis of your skin that you couldn’t quite reach.

You further the distance away from his face by leaning backwards, eventually hitting the front of his thighs and kneecaps.

“You don’t understand. I have to be good at everything. I need this in order to be the hero I’ve been wanting to be. Even if that means neglecting my own needs...” you paused, unsure if Bakugou was even listening anymore. “That is, until you came along and ruined everything.”

“Hah?!” His reaction was incredulous.

“Don’t “Hah” me! It’s been your plan all along since middle school to top me at everything. So why me?!”

“Well maybe it’s because I’ve always looked up to you dumbass! Have you ever considered that!”

The words tumbled out of his throat as if he’s been holding off on the sentiment. Bakugou Katsuki, the abrasive yet studious boy, just so happens to admire you? Never it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, you also strived to be the absolute best solely because of him. The way he strides into a battle with confidence, not an ounce of doubt that he’ll lose. His diabolical strategies that somehow works out in the end. Or the way how underneath that rough exterior, he believes he’ll be the one left climbing to the top, along with his peers. It’s his sticky pride that kept the rivalry between you two so alive. But was it really a rivalry after all this time?

Eyes widen at the confession, you stay frozen on his lap, fingers bunching up the top half of his hoodie. The silence broke Katsuki. For once, he wanted you to at least admit it, that you were also in the same boat as he is right now. So, he hesitantly reaches out and rests his palm against your flushed face, basking in at your sudden reaction to him touching you.

“Why does everything have to be a competition between us?” His soft spoken voice was uncharacteristic for him, you were so used to his gravelly tone after years of being the victim to it.

You felt the traces of his warm finger tips tickling lines on your outer cheek, as if he’s done this before.

“Isn’t that our dynamic? Competitive enemies?” The comment made him quirk an eyebrow at you.

“Enemies? You were never one in my eyes in the first place...” He trailed off, getting distracted by how close you’ve gotten to his face. To his lips.

“Then, what am I to you?” you leaned in closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes. You took notice that his pupils were dilated, making his eyes darker than usual. The hand rubbing lines on your cheek snaked around behind your head, taking full comfort on the base of your neck. The feeling was quite foreign to you. How long you yearned till days on end for someone to touch you tenderly like this. Especially from someone like Katsuki Bakugou.

“Does this answer your question.” Was all he said before smashing his lips to mount yours, the sudden contact making you shiver in his arms.

You felt him breathe out in surprise against your mouth when you took the initiative by swiping your tongue on his bottom lip. The kiss was exquisitely slow and intense. So intense that Bakugou forgot where he even was at the moment, too engulfed at the texture of your tongue asking for entrance. The fingers digging into the back of your neck started to hurt, but you didn’t mind the pain, the pleasure overwhelming all your senses. You can hear the harsh undertones of his breathing every time you slightly moved the lower half of your body.

“Stop moving, idiot,” he said breathlessly.

He knew he was fucked by seeing the smirk forming on your lips.

“Oh, you mean like this?” You then grind your hips in a harsh motion, relishing in the bashful look on Katsuki’s face.

He let his hands go freely, attaching themselves on both sides of your hips, grounding you to stop altogether. He sat in an upright position, encasing you between his legs and hard chest, your legs wrapping around his torso. Any other time it’d be comforting, but right now you felt like a bird trapped in a cage.

“Who knew the good girl would be so disobedient? Kind of hot not gonna lie.” He bent his head to where it was directly hovering over the sensitive spot on your collarbone. “Even when we’re just making out, you have to make everything a goddamn competition huh?”

A gasp left your throat once his tongue licked a clean strip on the surface. He chuckled, loving the feeling of you squirming in his muscular arms and continued the attack on your skin. His feather-like kisses switched to full on feverish sucking and biting. He proceeded to suck on the area, letting go with a definite ‘pop’, then returned back by making out on the bruised skin.

The combination of his tongue, the death grip on your hip, and the bulge protruding from his loose sweatpants was too much stimulation already. Before you knew it, Katsuki abruptly stood up from the floor, along with you, and placed you back on the plush couch. Your legs were wide open, giving him a good view of your white panties beneath the school skirt. You clamped your legs together after seeing the blonde lick his lips at the sight.

“D-Don’t be such a pervert,” you squeaked out.

That didn’t stop him from slipping his hand in between the crack of your legs, spreading them wider than before.

“Stop lying to yourself. You’ve imagined me between these thighs haven’t you?” The silence following his question was enough to suffice him. “Such a naughty girl.” Those crimson eyes stared straight ahead as he tugged your panties down a notch.

Here?! Right now? Why couldn’t he reside both of you in his dorm? It was literally at the end of the hallway. Plus, the thought of your teacher, Aizawa, catching you would be mortifying.

Your hand quickly latched itself around Katsuki’s forearm, halting him from proceeding his lustrous actions.

“What are you doing?! We could get caught you idiot!”

Katsuki grins and says, “You’re right. We need to find a way to shut you up.” Without preamble, he practically ripped the thin panties with sheer ferocity, causing you to yelp. You were about to scold him for ruining your favorite pair when said panties got shoved into your open mouth. “Remember, don’t want to get us caught right? Now be the good girl like you are and stay quiet for me.” Obediently you nodded at his order and prayed that whatever he’s going to do to you won’t be too much.

Katsuki hummed, obviously pleased at how well you’re going along with this. He wonders how far you’ll go till you break. With the swipe of his tongue, Katsuki dragged it up and down on the opening of your drenched sex. You mewled at the new sensation, legs already trembling as he his own salvia covered your folds. He bit and nibbled on the sweet spot, the clit, and lapped a few lazy strokes with his pointer finger in circular motions. Before you could stop him, he inserted the lubricant finger into your hole slowly, pumping it a couple of times to get you loosened up. Muffled moans perked up the ears of Katsuki. Looking up, he saw the beautiful sight of your eyes rolled behind your head along with the familiar tint of red on your cheeks. Just like the secretive slut you truly are, you swayed your hips to create more friction. Katsuki acknowledged your needy movements and dipped his head between your legs again, returning back to kissing your sex open mouthed. The lewd noises of him sucking on your wetness elicited a long drawn out moan from you, making Katsuki’s own cock twitch at the glorious sound.

“You’re so fucking cute like this. Almost coming from just my tongue and fingers. Fucking slut,” he said between suctions. “God, what were we thinking...we could’ve just resolved our issues like this every time.”

You grabbed a handful of his spiked up hair and raised his head away from your lower region. While doing so, you spit out the soaked clothed panty from your mouth, letting it drift off to the floor.

“Just s-shut up and do something about m-me,” you manage to croak out. You flicked your eyes on Katsuki and to the hand buried inside your skirt.

“Ah, want more than just my fingers? Could’ve just said so. Why are you being so quiet with your needy demands, babe?”

This newfound nickname plucked a heart sting within you. You shook off his snarky comment and stood up from the couch. If it’s a competition he wants, then it’s a competition he’ll get.

“Take off your pants and sit on the couch.”

Craning his head back, his own roar of a laughter bounced across the quiet room. Laughter dying down, his expression changed seeing how serious you actually were.

“Tch. Whatever you say dumbass. Don’t want you to explode on me now.”

He did as you said and removed the article of clothing, leaving him in nothing but his red boxer briefs. The bulge grew bigger the longer you stared at it. He laid back on the plush cushion and rested his arms behind his head.

“Alright, I’m waiting Y/N,” he taunted you.

One by one, you unbutton your school uniform and let it fall off your shoulders, along with your plaid skirt pooling at your ankles. Arms crossed on your chest you tower over Katsuki, who was surprisingly not staring at your goods, but your eyes. Beckoning you forward with his glare, you straddle him immediately, hands resting on his broad shoulders.

My, all these years of being in the same class and never once did you take advantage of appreciating how chiseled he looked in his hero costume. Sometimes you’d glance his way or pretend to be busy, but really, you wanted to see him in action. The way how his muscles would contract with each swing or punch. It was enough to make a girl swoon. Now you were swooning for sure. On his lap to be precise.

“Oi, you gonna do something nerd? My cock isn’t going to finish off itself.” His voice snapped you back to reality.

It took a few minutes, but you were finally hovering over the tip of his throbbing member, the glistening of his pre-cum coating your fingers. You teased him by rubbing just the tip against your entrance, lubricating the member even more. He tried to muffle his whines, but failed tremendously after feeling his tip graze your sex. Both of you were heavily now, anticipation radiating off of your sweaty bodies. Tenderly, you kissed him open mouth while sheathing yourself on his cock.

“Holy shit, holy fuck fuck fuck,” the vulgar words spilled from his mouth against yours as you bottomed out. You stayed in that position. Still unsure what to do and what you got yourself into. Pretty sure you’re torturing Katsuki by the minute.

“F-Fucking move," He growled in your ear.

Leaning in closer you whisper, “You have to beg for it then.” You nibbled the loose skin on the bottom of his ear and tugged it gently.

“Hell no! God-fucking-damnit don’t make this a competition right now Y/N.” The palm of his abnormally large hand pushed your face away from his. You giggled.

“C’mon Bakugou, there’s no harm in it. Just say please?”

“Fuck you shitty woman...”

“That’s not begging,” you pouted.

He pursed his lips. Bakugou admittedly is getting more turned on by the minute, and not just because you were practically inside him.

“P-Please fucking move. I w-want you to fuck me so bad you have no idea. Please Y/N...”

Smiling, you raised your hips to where the veins on the side of his member scraped the walls within you. It made your cunt twitch in pure ecstasy. Slowly, you lowered yourself back down, only this time you weren’t stagnant. You repeated the same vertical movements, clashing your hips with his. Bakugou titled his head back on the couch, degrading sentiments leaving his mouth as his hands grasped the sweaty flesh of your ass, squeezing it harshly every time you bounced on his dick. The tip of his member taking your breath away as it prodded the spongy walls.

“Yes- oh fuck yes. Ngh, keep doing that. Yeah like that. Hah-fuck, don’t stop,” he said between the constant panting.

Due to your rapid bouncing, your boobs were flailing in the air, occasionally hitting Bakugou in the face. Katsuki took matters into his own hands and latched his mouth around one of your perked nipples. You squealed at the sudden sensation.

“B-Bakugou...don’t do that...it’ll make me come faster,” you moaned as he grazed his teeth on your taut nipple.

For revenge, he tugged back the areola till it reached a few centimeters from your chest. Painful yes, but you couldn’t deny it felt amazing. He quickly let go and returned to sucking on the tit, lathering it up with his own spit. All the while you were riding him till the muscles and tendons in your legs gave out. Steadying your hands on his shoulders, you grounded on your knees to give yourself a better leverage. Feeling touch starved, Bakugou shoved your hands from his shoulders and laced his fingers between them. Like a missing puzzle piece, you fit in perfectly with him. Everything about you was perfection. You defined it. Sitting here watching as you take him well, physically or not, he was completely enamored by the mere sight of you. He craned his head to brush just the tip of your nose. A nose he unmistakably mentally captured because he loved the feature so much.

Although, he couldn’t think straight after that once you bottomed out again and rolled your hips in tune to his panting. You made a mess out of the aggressive blonde. Each time you swayed your body to the side he’d grunt out a low moan, trying to contain his usual loud profanities from waking up your classmates. Bakugou reached down and teasingly rubbed the sensitive bud, getting revenge for all the times you’ve pissed him off. Under your breath, you moaned out his last name.

“Say my name,” he grunted, hands continuing to expertly work on you from below.

Confused, you obeyed and moaned, “Bakugou!”

Suddenly, a painful sting sparked throughout your lower back. Eyes glued shut due to the searing pain, you whimper feeling a calloused hand smooth over the spot on your ass.

Katsuki spanked you. And you liked it.

“My actual name, dumbass. I wanna hear it coming from your mouth.”

With a thrust, you continue moving up and down on his cock, never once missing a beat.

“K-...Katsuki. Katsuki-Katsuki...” his name sounded ethereal, as if he was a higher being.

Katsuki returned the favor and fisted your hair in a tight knot, your scalp screaming at how harsh he was pulling.

“That’s a good girl.”

With a playful slap to your behind, Katsuki roughly shoves you to mount his lips again. Lips parted, both of your tongues twisted against each other, sharing a decent amount of saliva. He slipped out and pecked your lips a few times before biting down on your bottom lip. It didn’t hurt like all the times he inflicted pain on you previously. But this time you swore you felt the trickle of blood trailing down to your chin. The coppery taste infiltrating your taste buds only increased your arousal. What a masochist.

Bakugou noticed the pacing of your movements decreasing, indicating you are already feeling worn out, and steadied his hands onto your hips.

“Just let me do the work here, dumbass,” he said as he thrusted sharply into your womb, causing you to whimper into his neck. “I’ll take good care of you. You deserve a break from studying after all.”

You woke up feeling dizzy and fatigued, body aching from your toes to your head. From what you can remember, you were in the middle of studying when...

Katsuki happened.

Then you realized you weren’t in the commons area anymore. Somehow, you were laying in a medium sized bed, covers strewn over your naked body, along with a muscular arm draped across your torso. To your side you can see a passed out Katsuki snoring quietly into his pillow. Even when he’s asleep, he still looks angry.

Jolting upright, you carefully pry his arm from your body. No prevail. He’s got a strong hold on you.

He shuffled in his sleep and tightened his grip around you.

“Mmm...not leaving...stay a little longer,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes. “We both can’t walk out of your dorm in the morning. People will get suspicious of us. Not to mention Aizawa,” you retorted back.

“Oh? Don’t like the idea of ‘us’ huh? That’s not what you said last night.”

You didn’t need to look to know he was wearing his infamous shit eating smirk.

“Shut up.”

For the first time you heard Katsuki genuinely laugh without forcing it. You looked over and saw his eyes wide open now, staring at nothing but you.

“Whatever, you love me Y/N.”

“I DO NOT!”

Grabbing your face with his rough hands, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

“Go to fucking sleep nerd, we have a pre-exam in a few hours.”

(You can obviously tell I got lazy at the end LMFAO. This has been in my drafts for a LONG time. Also, this isn’t edited so please excuse the horrendous text that is this post. Xoxo)

#bakugou smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou

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The Tarry Gift || Higgs Monaghan x Reader (yet Sam makes a short guest apperance too!)

Summary: it had to be a simple delivery after a longer time of being indisposed. Little did you know that the client was Higgs Monaghan himself

Warnings: none

Words: 2728

Authors: Cass & Bear

A/N: This is a comedy fic. We wrote it accidentally while just playing around with writing a thing for Higgs Monaghan character but it came out so laughably that we decided to share it with you! ENJOY!

You hoped for a lot as for the first delivery since a long time but instead, you’d gotten pizza delivery. A fucking pizza.

You took the box and headed to the destination.

When the terminal beeped, Higgs narrowed his eyes. Quickly a realization came - it could be nothing but pizza!

Oh, how much he hoped to finally meet Sam in his bunker!

How much he craved to see Sam's face when he will realise that Peter Englert was no one else but Higgs himself!

Before putting his hood on, he checked his makeup and smiled at his reflection in a mirror. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the meanest of them all?," He smirked widely to his reflection so the whiteness of his teeth glistened back in a light of lamp and Higgs chuckled.

He checked his outfit for the very last time and walked to open the door.

"Oh, Sam Bridges! Guess you're happy to..... Who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?," You asked with a frown, still holding pizza box in your hands.

The last thing you needed now was being insulted by an aspiring beauty guru. "I have your pizza, mr Englert."

"Where's Sam Bridges?," He asked, measuring your features from the bottom to the top.

You shrugged. "He left before I did. Even if he is my friend I don't really know where he is. Why do you ask?"

"Nevermind. Oh, where are my manners? Please, come in, come in," he gestured at you to get inside the bunker.

"Uhm…," You felt confused, most of the time you interacted with holograms and no one ever invited you inside. "Uhm, I don't know if I should."

"Oh, don't bullshit me!," He simply grabbed your forearm and pulled you inside. When he did, the door closed automatically.

Now you felt scared as fuck and the locked door made you scared even more. "Uhm... Your pizza,” you passed the box to the man in the hood.

With his hood still on, Higgs grabbed the pizza box from you and humming happily he went further along the narrow corridor. "Oh, c'mon! Don't stand like an idiot. Get in!"

You swallowed heavily and nodded, following him. You didn't like it but you had no other option.

The corridor led to a huge chamber.

The walls were covered with handwriting, maps and pictures of no one else but Sam Bridges.

Almost in the middle of the room there was a couch and a table. Under the table there were empty pizza boxes.

Man flopped on the couch and opened the box he was holding in hands. He grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite. He hummed. "Delicious. Make yourself at home. Want some?," He asked, offering you pizza. "Salami and ham."

You looked around and felt the shivers moving up your spine. This didn't look good and you wanted to run. "No, thanks… I don't like salami or pizza itself."

He shrugged. "Whatever you say, honeypot," he replied and ate his slice of pizza only to grab another

"Don't call me that. I don't even know you. Why am I here even?!," You growled angrily while rubbing your elbow.

"The name's Higgs, the particle of God that permeates all existence. You brought pizza and you are the friend of Sam Bridges who is my greatest enemy of all time. So technically, you're kidnapped," Higgs claimed.

You blinked, processing what he just said. "Excuse me...? You kidding, right? I wanna go out. Let me out."

"Take a seat and have some pizza. Rest. Make yourself at home. You're not going anywhere."

"I don't like pizza!," You growled. "I want to go home! I have other stuff to do."

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, stop talking, I can't gather my thoughts when you're yapping like a puppy," Higgs finished his pizza and laid on the couch.

"LET ME OUT YOU, PSYCHO!," You yelled and stomped a few times.

He didn't listen. After a long moment he got up and walked to the desk where a laptop was placed. He took it with him and sat back on the couch.

You frowned and moved closer to close the laptop with your palm. "Let me you! Do you understand English?"

"Can you stop yapping, pretty please?," He pulled the hood off his head and furrowed his brows.

"Can you stop being a dick and let me out?!," You growled. "Sam won't just come because I am gone."

"Oh, he'll. I'm mailing him, don't worry, he's going to come for you," Higgs replied. "If I was a dickhead, you'd be tied up and I'd put a rag into your mouth to shut you up. I didn't do anything. I even offered you pizza! Ah, people are so ungrateful these days."

"Says the guy that kidnapped an innocent woman. You want me to be grateful for keeping me here?," You asked in disbelief, crossing arms over your chest.

"Oh-ho, I heard the storm has come! It's better here I think, you're dry and not exposed to BTs. Or... Are you truly safe here?," He smirked wryly and snapped his fingers.

Without a blink of an eye the floor turned into tar and a creature formed out of it. It was a lion BT with a golden snout. It roared at you.

"Holy Beach!," You whimpered and sat on the couch right next to him, pulling knees right under your chin. "Take it away! I am sorry! I will be good!"

The lion tilted its head and shook its mane, roaring and yawning. Next, the creature licked its paw and sat right in front of you.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you unless I order so," Higgs informed as he was writing the email.

You only nodded your head, too scared to even move or breathe.

"If you need a hug, you can just tell me," Higgs chuckled. "I'm a great cuddler."

Lion hit your knee with its paw, roaring.

"I would never touch you, ever. I am scared of this thing," you explained, pointing at the lion and whimpering loudly when it hit your knee.

"Don't you see? He demands being petted," Higgs glared at you. "Go on. Pet him. Like this," he reached out and stroked the mane made of tar.

You nodded and slowly tried to pet the lion how Higgs instructed you.

It resulted in a loud purring that was followed by a tail wiggling, sending some tar on the walls. Soon, the lion laid down, his belly exposed.

You looked at Higgs. "Really? I thought BTs are more scary," you said and bent down to scratch the lion's belly.

Lion's paw started shaking as you hit the very right spot. The puring became louder.

Higgs raised his brow while looking at you. "Ah, right. They are scary, indeed. Just don't try this with others outside because they'll kill ya," he reminded. "Ah! Done! Now we only gotta wait for Sam to come and rescue you from the oppression!"

"You think I am that stupid to pet every BT I see?," You asked with a frown. "I don't think he will come but I at least can pet the lion..."

Lion grabbed your arm with both front paws and pulled you to him more so you fell off the couch.

Higgs chuckled. "I forgot to tell you that he is too demanding sometimes."

"I can see! I will need a shower… Ah, I just took one before I left the facility," You sighed sadly, petting the lion.

Lion opened the snout and trailed its tarry tongue across your face.

You only whimpered and sighed defeatedly.

Soon, the terminal beeped again.

"Your saviour has come apparently!," Higgs informed you excitedly and rubbed his hands together getting off the couch.

He walked to the main door of his bunker and put hood back on. He touched the touchpad on the wall and the door opened. "Ah, Sam Bridges! We can finally meet in person!"

Sam put the case he was holding in his hand down on the stone floor and cocked his brow. "Higgs. We do know each other."

"Yes! But technically you came here to meet Peter Englert. So?," He sent Sam a wide grin.

Sam let out a sigh. "Higgs. I know you're Peter Englert. Now, can I get Y/N back?"

"Yes, please! I'd like to go home, even if I like the lion!," You yelled from the floor while you were still petting the creature. Too bad you couldn't keep it.

Sam narrowed his brows. "Excuse me, is she inside? How? What for?"

"I'll share a secret with you," Higgs put hands to Sam's shoulders and leaned forward to trace the tip of his tongue along Sam's cheek. "I let her in and she enjoyed our common time."

"Get off, man!," Sam pushed Higgs off and wiped his cheek with the top of his gloved palm. "Y/N! Move on!"

You rubbed the lion's snout. "I started to like you. I need to go now, you cute, little thing. Maybe we'll meet again and you won't eat me then!," You said to the creature and got up to quickly run to Sam. "Hi," you give him a smile as soon as you step out of Higgs' bunker.

Sam measured your figure from the bottom to the top with shock written on his face. "Were you fighting BTs? Did he do something to you?," Sam asked, pointing right on Higgs who instantly shook his head for no, raising his hands up.

“He locked me in his safe room and was rude to me but at least he let me pet his BT lion. It's messy as hell but I really loved it," you explained with excitation, looking at Higgs. "Too bad I can't have one."

Higgs sent you a grin and snapped his fingers once again. Within the blink of an eye once again a little puddle of tar appeared at the entrance and a little BT lion cub stepped out of it, meowing loudly.

"Omg, hi, little one!" You laughed and picked the creature gently up. "You are mine now."

"Hola, hola!," Sam raised his tone. "You're not going to take a BT with you. Put it back, now, I am not joking, Y/N. You won't get the BT from this deluded guy."

Higgs crossed arms over his chest. "Let her. This BT belongs to her now, you would have to chop the cord off."

"Exactly. It's mine," you looked at him with an innocent smile, hugging the cub.

The BT lion cub reached its tiny paw towards Sam, but the man immediately took a step back. "This is sick, ridiculous. What are you thinking, Y/N? That we'll get back to Bridges with that BT hidden in your backpack? And you," Sam pointed at Higgs. He was so done with Monaghan's actions and shady plans. "You better get the fuck out of my sigh, I'm so done and believe me - I would kill you but I know it won't affect you in any goddamn way."

Higgs chuckled. "It's good to be a repatriate after all, huh? Y/N, you can keep the BT," he winked at you.

"What's the fucking point of kidnapping her though," Sam pointed at you, "When you simply let her go? What the fuck is going on!"

You pet the cub and shrugged. "He was really disappointed when I came with pizza. So if I understood it correctly, he didn't plan to hurt me and only wanted to get your attention."

You moved a little closer to Sam. "Trust me, he must be a big fan of yours. His walls are decorated with your pictures," you whispered.

Sam cringed at the simple thought of his photos being attached to Higgs' walls.

"I planned on killing you," Higgs claimed openly. "But she came instead of you, and she brought a good pizza. So I rethought my idea and today I won't kill anyone. What a lovely day, isn't it?!"

Higgs approached you and Sam and wrapped his slender arms around you two. "What a lovely day for the encounter!"

You cringed at the hug, knowing that Sam must have felt really uncomfortable with this.

Letting out an awkward laugh you patted Higgs' shoulder. "Yes, yes... It's nice but please, can you let us go?"

Monaghan measured your features with his steel blue eyes. "It's a shame such a beautiful woman is wasting her youth on being a porter though," he touched your cheek with a gloved hand and then leaned down and forward to get on the level of your head. "But due to the fact you were rather a good hostage, I'll let ya go," after these words he licked your cheek. "You taste so good."

Sam cringed harder at the sight and simply yanked you out of Higgs' grasp. "I have enough of you, I mean it," Sam told Monaghan who only chuckled. "What's so funny, Higgs? Maybe it's time to get a life, something?"

Higgs rubbed his bearded chin before replying. "You see, Sam, haunting you and turning your life in a fucking mess became one of the most beloved and fascinating hobbies of mine lately," Higgs concluded with a happy tone. "You're so much fun, aren't you? Especially when you're making all those grimaces of yours when I cause the tar being all over you," Higgs summed up.

Sam closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to cool himself down. "Amelie created a goddamn psychotic monster," he summed up, his hands clenched in fists.

"Sam, let's go, okay? You two can fight some other time. If he lets us go, let's use it," you said, petting the little lion in your arms and starting to walk away. "Thank you for the lion!"

"The pleasure is mine and mine only, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you though. Remember, the name's Higgs!"

Sam dragged you down the hill, right to his car. "Are you insane?"

"Hey! He kidnapped me, did you forget? Okay, maybe more like inviting me inside and locked the door but I felt kidnapped!," You stated. "And since when do you touch anyone?!"

"Since you pissed me off with the childish behaviour of yours, Y/N, he could have killed you."

"Like you see he did not! Overall he was even nice to me. He gave me a little lion!"

Sam let go of your hand. "Don't get fooled by his sweet face," Sam raised his finger up, shaking it in front of your eyes. "He might look cute and behave cute but it's his deluded facade. He's a fucking delusional psychopath who gifted you with the fucking BT. It's nothing normal in this."

"But look. It's my BT now, it won't hurt me or anyone. It will be okay," you said and nodded. "I know but look, he didn't hurt me and I am fine."

"So maybe get back to his bunker and you two can live a happy life, how about that?," Sam growled. "Get in. Time to get back to Bridges as you spent more than half a day with the main terrorist of America."

"I was kidnapped! It's not like I could just leave. You also took your sweet time to get there," you let out a sigh and got in, rolling your eyes.

"I was working and getting throughout BTs territory to get your ass saved, Y/N, so don't bullshit me about me being delayed," he instructed as he took a seat at the wheel.

"Okay, sorry.”

"Ah, and put this fucking thing to the trunk, I don't need the upholstery to be covered in tar," added Sam while pointing at BT lion cub that was on your lap.

"It's connected to me. If the cub is going to the trunk then I go there as well," you answered, petting BT head.

"For fuck's sake. If your sweet tar cub will leave a single tar spot inside, I'll cut the cord, understood?," Sam growled

You rolled your eyes and looked away.

"And please, next time refrain from delivering pizza."

"Not my fault that this is what I get to do. You know that it's not my choice," you sighed looking out of the window.

Sam only nodded in silence. "So at least try to verify to whom you are delivering."

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