#bro touched my elbow and held his hand there as he asked me if we had something

[attroxx]

why do male customers feel the need to touch me just to ask a question 😐

[crystlizabeth]

Her ༉‧₊˚.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Stallion!Wife!reader

Summery: nobody expected Simon to walk into the ball with his women. His women who stood at 6’4 next to him in her red bottom’s.

Warnings: slight suggestive themes, cursing, reader is blackcoded! As always not proofread!!

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Simon had mentioned and even talked about his wife multiple times, shit the team has even seen pictures of her. Yet when Johnny and Kyle watch him walk into the hall with her damn. Her arm linked with his as she stood next to him standing the same height as him, yes she had heels but danm was all those two boys could think their jaws dropped. And like I’m the pictures she was pretty, gorgeous to be expected, her confidence radiated off her. The black silky dress she wore falling down to her feet but stood off the floor a slit on the left side, her hair long falling down to her butt. Yes her hair she bought it that lace was secured and transparent shit she looked good and she knew it. And Simon on her arm shit.. nobody could touch her or her man.

“Close y’er mouth.” Price elbowed Kyle in the side.

Kyle looked over at his captain then back at the couple who made their way over. Up close Kyle would be lying if he said he wasn’t just a bit intimidated, she stood tall and next to his lieutenant yeah he might piss himself.

The boys turned their attention towards Simon and his wife her arm still intertwined with his her hand holding Simons bicep. Her nails freshly manicured and with the looks of it Simon didn’t mind spending his cash on her just from the look of her rings, engagement and wedding. Johnnys eyes met hers first after being introduced,

“I’m John, but LT calls me-“

“Johnny,” she chuckled a bit her lips curling into a toothy smile, her voice was smooth and on the deeper side.

Johnny smiled a bit wider not minding the look from his Lieutenant. “Yeah, so he talks ‘bout me yeah?”

She nodded moved her hair over her shoulder “mmhm he dose, I heard a lot about you.” She spoke taking Johnnys hand shaking it.

He watched as Simons hands snaked around your waist, his eyes looking back up to his LT a cocky smirk on his face only for Simons to roll his eyes.

Price and Kyle introduced themselves a bit of conversation continued before Johnny couldn’t take it and more and finally ask her “How Tall are you?”

“Bro.” Kyle groaned becauseto him you cant just ask that.

She smiled her eyebrow raising “You look like you’ve been wanting to ask me.”

Johnny nodded “I have but I gotta be polite ya know.”

“I’m 5’11- 6’0 foot on a good day.” She answered leaning into Simon.

“No f’ckin way.”

She nodded, “Alright McTavish you can stop slobbering all over my wife yeah?” Simon spoke his hold on her hip tightening.

She watched as the two men began to bicker nothing foul but just fun. As the night went on people started to leave and eventually Simon said his goodbyes as did she.

Walking out the clod air hit her arms so she cuddled up to Simon as they walked “Told you they like ya.” He said.

“I wasn’t to worried I’m good with people, did you see their faces when I walked in with you. Did you not tell them.” She asked.

He shook his head opening the passenger door of his truck, “Didn’t feel the need to.” He said his hands falling on her waist. His head tilting and he looked at her his eyes going down them back up he looked like he could devour her right there.

“You lookin at me like that but we both know danm well there ain’t enough room in that back seat for us.” She teased pulling on his belt.

“I’ll make room trust me.” He whispered pressing his body against hers her boobs spilling over the top of her dress.

“Mmhm you said that last time and I ended up with bruises.” She hummed her hands running up and down his arms.

Simon smirked, “one day.”

“Fo shore.” She laughed, leaning forward her lips meeting his.

His fingers dug into her flesh pulling her closer as her hands held his face kissing him.

“You can have all this when we get home. Just keep yo hand to yo’self yeah? You think you can do that big boy?” She teased biting her lip her dark eyes looking at his face. Simon breathless with snugged gloss on his face.

“Yes Ma’am.” He nodded.

“Good.” She finished kissing his lips once more before tapping his hands.

Simon lifted her into the seat, his hands soon starting on her heels taking them off putting them in the back seat. He kissed her calves “Thank you baby.” She smiled stretching her feet.

“Always love.”

Simon was down bad for her. He would do anything and everything she asked but he also knew she would so the same.

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I know this isn’t much but I have plans for Stallion!reader and ofcc take requests from y’all what do y’all wanna see?

Tags: @hollyjollybakanigga, @twdhtgawm !!

[sabyfangirl]

Too Close

Summary:

“The Cobra King” episode, but things go wrong at the end. Enjoy! :D

Notes:

Rewatch the episode if you're afraid of confusion.

“AH!”

It started off as a minor mistake.

“He got me, bro!”

He always forgot his stuff, especially in the wild.

He just never thought it would lead to this.

Chris struggled as he held onto a tree branch for dear life. “But it’s a good thing I have Cobra Powers right now.” He looked down at his elbow, the bar on his immunity meter beginning to rise. “Venom immunity to the rescue!”

“Yeah, but it won’t last forever.” Martin quickly slithered toward the Cobra’s behind before he started pulling. “G-Gotta get him off!”

He yelped as he easily got whacked away by the Cobra’s tail, his long, serpent-like body ending up rolled around a nearby tree branch, head upside down.

It was then that Aviva and Koki showed up.

“Um, Martin. What are you doing tangled in a tree?” Koki asked, perplexed.

“Argh, long story. But just get me down. I gotta get to Chris!” He pointed at his struggling brother, the Cobra’s fangs still sinking into his green tail.

“Oh, no. The immunity meter is rising! The suit can’t take this much venom,” Chris let out when he realized that the bar on his wrist was reaching a dangerously high level.

“Oh, no! We gotta help Chris! Here, Martin, use this.” Aviva popped out a mini Creature Power Disc out of her MIK.

“King Cobra Power!” Martin exclaimed with excitement. “Oh-ho, that’ll help even this fight.” He eagerly inserted the disc, before Koki helped him out of his tangle.

“I’m coming, bro!” Martin quickly slithered back toward the back of the Cobra, touching its tail for DNA activation.

“Activate King Cobra Power!” Martin’s suit flashed a familiar blue as he grew a bit larger than before. “Now, it’s king versus king.”

“Sorry buddy,” Martin tapped the back of the Cobra’s hood. “Cobra strike!”

Martin attacked the snake with his own fangs. The creature hissed as it let go of Chris’ tail.

Chris slithered up the tree until he felt that he was safe. His eyes quickly went down to check on his immunity meter…

His heart skipped a beat.

Meanwhile, Martin was battling against the King Cobra all on his own.

For a split second, his focus shifted toward his brother, who looked frozen in his spot.

The Cobra would’ve struck him if it weren’t for Koki throwing a rock at it to chase it away.

Martin looked stunned. “Woah, thanks Koki.”

She gave him a thumbs up. “You should’ve been more careful.”

“Yeah, I know,” Martin laughed sheepishly.

Beep. Beep.

Everyone’s attention turned to Chris, who was still hanging around that tree.

Martin and Koki seemed perplexed. Aviva, however, gasped loudly.

“Oh, no. No, no, no…” she muttered as she ran to help Chris back on the ground.

Chris lay against the tree with his eyes wide, circled by everyone.

“Bro, what’s wrong?” Martin approached him before noticing his brother’s immunity meter beeping a bright red.

Oh God.

Martin’s stomach dropped at the sudden realization.

“Less than half an hour,” Chris muttered under his breath.

By now, Koki had caught up; she put a hand over her mouth.

“The anti-venom,” Aviva ran a stressed hand through her hair. “He needs my anti-venom ASAP!”

“I’ll call Jimmy and tell him to fly the Tortuga as close to us as possible,” Koki declared, already making the call on her Creature Pod.

During all this, Martin’s world started spinning. His background went silent, pierced by his own heart beat.

…rtin…Martin…

“MARTIN!”

Martin’s eyes went up to Aviva’s.

“Martin, deactivate Chris’ suit right now. The venom will take longer to affect him if he’s human sized,” she explained.

Without a second thought, Martin went over and pressed his brother’s deactivation button, before deactivating himself.

Flashes of green and blue blinded the girls.

Chris’ head fell on his brother’s shoulder. He groaned from his aching muscles.

Martin’s arms instinctively wrapped around him in a securing manner.

He swallowed.

A familiar engine sound burst through the air.

“Look!” Koki pointed at the Tortuga, landing not too far from their spot.

“We gotta move!” Aviva urged.

Martin immediately slid one hand under his brother’s legs, quickly standing up with him in his arms.

Chris moaned at the sudden movement.

What started as a fast paced group walk soon turned into a race against time.

Aviva and Koki were in the lead, guiding the way as Martin followed them, his mind on auto-pilot.

All he could think at that moment was, ‘It should’ve been me.’

It was his Creature Pod that got lost.

Instead, here he was running with his brother in his arms, knowing that his life depended on it.

He could already feel his brother’s pulse getting weaker and his breathing getting faster.

“Martin,” Chris manages. “If I don’t make i-”

Martin refused to let him finish that sentence.

“SHUT UP! YOU’RE GONNA BE FINE!” he cried out, holding back tears.

Chris winced at his reaction, then sighed as he closed his eyes.

Finally, after a few minutes, Martin could see the entrance of the Tortuga.

Aviva and Koki cleared the way as much as they could for Martin to get through with his brother.

“JIMMY!” Aviva and Koki called out as soon as they stepped foot in the main room.

“Over here!”

As quick as a dash, Jimmy had already set up the center table with the proper equipment, including Aviva’s anti-venom shot.

Martin - who was breathing heavily, both from the running and panic - hurried over before gently laying Chris down on his back.

Even though he only had a few seconds to look at him before letting his friends do their job, it wasn’t hard to tell that the venom had taken a toll on his brother.

His pale face, pain written all over it. His eyes were closed shut. His body was covered in cold sweats.

Yeah, Cobra venom was known for kicking it pretty quick.

Martin stepped back a little, nearly tripping over his own feet; his legs felt like spaghetti. He put a hand over his mouth, the corners of his eyes slowly watering.

He finally collapsed in Jimmy’s nearby cushion chair, watching from a distance as his brother was being given the shot that would save his life.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair. He looked to his side. He looked down, his hands covering his face.

He didn’t dare to look up. Too afraid he might find faces saying, ‘we’re sorry.’

He thought about when he yelled at him back there.

Regret ran through his guts.

What if that was the last thing he said to him before-

NO.

Don’t think it.

His heart was beating louder and louder by the second.

Lost in his own thoughts, he hadn’t noticed someone approaching him.

Startled, he was surprised to find Jimmy looking down at him with a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, Martin,” he said softly. “Chris will be just fine.”

Martin blinked for a few seconds.

How was he so calm?!

It was kind of out of character for him.

Martin peeked behind Jimmy and saw Aviva and Koki putting away some of the medical equipment.

Chris was still laying on the center table; he was out of it. A pulse oximeter was attached to his fingertip

Martin sighed heavily; Jimmy put a hand on his shoulder.

That was close. Too close.

A few hours had already passed.

Chris was resting in his and his brother’s room.

He was lucky that the suit prevented a bite mark, but that didn’t stop the venom from doing its job any less.

He opened his eyes and stared at the sealing for the longest time.

He heard the door open, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Somehow he already knew who it was.

“Hey bro,” he said without even looking at the entrance.

Sure enough, Martin passed by his brother’s bed and placed a cup of water on his side table.

He then sat on the side of his bed.

“Hey,” his voice was hushed, his eyes dull as he looked away.

…

“I’m sorry,” he finally said.

“I know,” Chris replied almost instantly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Martin’s lips started shaking.

“I almost lost you, today,” he whispered to himself.

Chris reached a hand.

Martin shakily held it.

“I almost got you killed,” his voice was filled with guilt. “It should’ve been me.” He gritted his teeth, tears slipping through his eyes.

Chris shook his head as though telling him, ‘No. Don’t you dare say that.’

“I am not dead.” Chris brought his brother’s hand to his heart. “Thanks to you, guys.”

Martin shook his head.

“You saved my life.”

“I was so scared.”

“I’m here.”

“I-I know.” His voice cracked. “I’m glad you are.”

He forced a half-smile, his face wet from his tears.

He squeezed his brother's hand.

Chris gave him a tired smile in turn.

It was all okay, now.

[gracegootee]

NIGHTMARES AND SECRETS

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Trigger warning: Panic attack

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Mario and Luigi have finally settled into their new home in the Mushroom Kingdom and Mario wanted to give Lu a tour of the entire kingdom.

As they were strolling through the city shop, two Toad children with notepads came running up to them.

“Are you the Super Mario Bros?” They asked excitedly.

Mario and Luigi smiled and Mario gave the kids a thumbs up. “That’s us!”

The kids jumped up and down full of laughter and excitement. “We want to be news reporters when we grow up so we wanted to interview the heroes of the kingdom!” One of them said, getting her pen and paper out and ready, her friend taking out his toad-phone for a recording of the interview.

“Mario and Luigi,” the boy toad started. “What was it like fighting off the evil king Bowser?”

“Oh he sure was a big fight.” Mario stated. “But he was nothing against my little brother and I working together with the power of the Super Star.”

Luigi smiled at his big brother and nodded.

“Yep! That mean old Koopa is locked away eating mini-mushrooms for good!” said Luigi, leaning his elbow on his big brother’s shoulder.

The boy held his phone out to Luigi next. “Luigi, we do have one more question: during Mario’s adventure, you were in the clutches of the fire-breathing Koopa: King Bowser and were surrounded by nothing but his fortress of fire! We heard you were almost burned alive with others too! What was it like?”

Luigi shook at the child’s question. The flashback of Bowser’s fierce red eyes staring down into his scared soul, remembering the pain he felt when he gripped tight, his stache pulled and the Koopas sharp claws digging in his sides, trying hard not to yell in pain.

Luigi’s heart raced and he fell on his knees, shaking and panting fast.

“Mr. Mario!” The girl toad screamed. “What’s wrong with him?!”

Mario knelt down to his brother. “Luigi! Luigi!”

The voice was nothing but a blur in his ears as more flashbacks flashed his mind of the tragic memory of almost being burned alive, the memories or running away from a herd of dry bones and the heat hitting his back and face as he hung over lava in a cage with other prisoners which felt like forever. The final memory was him lying in the hard ground, struggling to stand as Bowser’s voice rang: “Let’s see how tough this Mario is when he watches me kill his brother!”

“Stop!” Luigi yelled out. Tears rolled down his face as he found himself on the ground, shaking. His vision was blurred as was breathing fast, trying to catch breath.

He yelped when he felt something touch his shoulder.

“Woah! Woah! Lu! It’s me!”

The sound of his brother’s voice calmed him down. He was still lying on the ground, struggling to stand as he noticed most of the toads and Mario were staring at him.

Mario helped Luigi get up on his knees.

“Are you okay?” Mario asked worryingly.

Luigi looked away from the toads and Mario, embarrassed about what just happened. “I-I’m…”

Nice going! He thought to himself, upset and embarrassed. Way to show how much of brave hero you are.

Luigi tried not to let the tears show. His head hung low as Mario let Luigi help him get back up. “Can we go home…please…”

Mario smiled.

“Sure thing. Come on Lu.”

“Is Mr. Luigi gonna be okay?” One of the toad children called out.

“He’ll be fine. Don’t you worry.” Mario reassured the toads, having Luigi rest his arm on his shoulder and he walked him home.

Later that night, Luigi sat at table with a cup of chamomile tea that was almost gone to help him relax and he rested his head on his arms. He didn’t speak a word since what happened that afternoon.

Mario walked up to Lu. “Hey, little bro. Are you hungry for dinner?” He was holding a bowl of soup in his hands, hot and ready for his brother to eat.

Luigi, still silent and shook his head. There was a knock on the door.

“I’ll be right back.” Said Mario. He set the bowl of soup by Lu’s cup of tea and walked up to the front door to look out the window and see who it was. It was Princess Peach! Toad was with her. Mario quickly opened the door.

“Princess!” Mario exclaimed, gesturing her to the living room. “Please come in!”

“I heard something happened to Luigi.” Peach said worryingly. “Is he okay?”

Mario sighed. Word spreads fast. “Some toad children were interviewing Lu and I,” he whispered, not wanting his little brother to hear. “And I think he had a panic attack.”

“From kids asking him questions?” Toad questioned sarcastically.

“It wasn’t the kids.” Mario explained. “It was the question they asked him.”

“What did they ask him?” Asked Peach.

“Something about being trapped in Bowser’s prison or something.” Mario said sadly. “I think something happened to him that he doesn’t want to tell me.”

The three turned and noticed that Luigi wasn’t at the table anymore.

“Luigi?” Mario called out. He gestured Peach and Toad to follow him to the bedroom door. Mario peeked through the crack of the door and saw his brother sitting in front of his bed rubbing his hands. Mario knocked on the door.

“Can we come in? The princess and Toad are here.”

Luigi gave his older brother a curious look and nodded.

The three walked and sat on Mario’s bed.

“Luigi.” Mario started. “I know you don’t want to talk about it but I know something is bothering you.” Mario let out a heavy sigh. “As your older brother, it’s my job to look out for you and be there for you and right now…I need to know what’s bothering you.” His voice started to break but still spoke softly. “Not just because of what happened earlier but also how you’ve been acting like you’re alright but I know you’re not because I know what my little brother looks like when something is scaring him.”

Toad rested his hand on Mario’s shoulder.

Luigi shook and stared at his broken brother with sad blue eyes, trying not to cry. He sighed.

“I-I…I’ve been having a hard time sleeping most nights because of my nightmares and sometimes…” he sniffled, trying to hold the tears back. “I would wake up screaming and telling Mario I’m fine when I’m NOT!”

The three gave Luigi a shocked look.

“Luigi,” Peach said with a gentle voice. “How long have you been having these nightmares?”

Luigi’s voice cracked. “Since our battle with Bowser in Brooklyn.”

“2 months?!” Toad exclaimed.

Peach walked up to the shaky plumber and placed her hands in his, helping him calm down the shaking. “Want to tell us what the nightmares were about?” Asked Peach.

Luigi dared not to look at anyone in the eyes. “My nightmares were mostly flashbacks of what happened when I was in the Dark Lands.” He started.

“My nightmares start off with me in the middle of the forest alone and being chased by these dead-like Koopas. I’m then surrounded and dragged to Bowser’s castle by now Shy Guys with rope tied to my wrists so tight I couldn’t stop to even look back because I would be pulled hard by them.” He tried to calm himself with slow breaths as he rubbed his hands, revealing the rope burn on his wrists.

Mario covered his mouth in shock at the intense burns on his little brother’s wrist.

Tears started to run down Luigi’s eyes. “And Bowser! He…he interrogated me and tortured me: pulling my stache, gripping my whole body with his claws that my sides were scarred and he threw me to the ground.

And then I’m in a cage over fire. I can hear the voices of screaming citizens around me. I-I keep my eyes covered before I fall into the fire and then…I wake up screaming and sweating! Feeling like the pain I went through in the Dark Forest is still there and…” he took a deep breath and rested his head on his arms, looking away.

“When Bowser threw me, I felt a ring in my ears…but his voice was so loud he made sure I was able to hear what he said before being thrown in that cage.”

The three were silent for a moment as Luigi hung his head low.

“What did he say?” Peach asked.

“He…He said that they’ll have to see how tough Mario was when he watches him kill me!”

Tears ran down Luigi’s eyes and he started to cry. Not saying another word. “I just want these nightmare to go away and they just won’t go!”

Mario stood up and walked up to his little brother. He knelt in front of him and leaned in to give him the biggest hug. Luigi wrapped his arms around Mario and buried his face in his brothers shoulder, crying.

“I’m s-sorry, Mario!”

Mario shushed him gently, crying softly. “You don’t have to be sorry, little brother. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

Peach and Toad joined in the hug that lasted for 5 minutes until they heard soft snoring from Luigi.

Toad laughed. “Looks like he fell asleep pretty quick.”

“He needed to rest.” Said Mario, tears dried from both of the brothers.

Mario and Peach smiled at each other gently. His brother was fast asleep on his lap, snoring.

“Thank you, princess.”

Peach smiled back. “Of course, mustache.”

Mario laid Luigi in bed and turned on his nightlight.

“Well,” said Peach. “Toad and I must be heading back to the castle.”

“Alright,” smiled Mario. “Goodnight, Princess.”

They both left and Mario walked back to the bedroom. He smiled as Luigi was sleeping soundly and this time, there was no tears, no panics or screams, just three words.

“Goodnight big brother.” He said in his sleep. Mario laughed and headed off for bed.

“Goodnight Lu.”

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2023 Day 18

Games

“Mortal Kombat?” Bing asked as he held up the game case.

“Sounds good.” Chase nodded, getting the controllers out and using one of them to turn the counsel on as well. The TV had already been buzzing with static and now showed the counsel’s menu screen, waiting for the game to get inserted. 

“Ready for me to kick your ass?” Bing asked with a smug smirk, putting the game disc in. 

“Oh? You think you’re kicking my ass?” Chase scoffed, waiting until Bing’s hands were empty before tossing one of the controllers to him. “You’ll be kissing mine after I leave you in the dust.”  He added as he sat on the couch. 

“You want me to kiss your ass? Didn’t know you were into that, Brody~”  Bing teased, sitting with Chase. 

“Hah, hah, you’re hilarious.” Chase rolled his eyes, unable to help that there was now a tint of pink to his cheeks.

“I’ll be funnier while getting a perfect k.o.” Bing didn’t notice the blush and took over being player one, choosing his fighter without much thought. 

“Don’t get too cocky, I’m pretty sure I won last time.” Chase clicked his tongue, picking his fighter as well. 

“Pretty sure you cheated.” Bing clicked his tongue back, leaning forward as the match counted down. 

“Fuck you, I cheated.” Chase huffed with a chuckle. 

“You totally did, dude. Had your ass in my way and everything.” Bing squinted slightly as he concentrated on the fight while talking at the same time. 

“Can we stop talking about my ass for five seconds?” Chase playfully nudged Bing with an elbow. 

“Not if your ass starts trying to cheat again.” Bing nudged Chase back. 

“My ass isn’t doing anything but sit on this couch.” Chase had a smile as he bumped his shoulder against Bing’s. 

“Lies and slander.” Bing laughed and leaned over, putting part of his body in Chase’s way. 

“Oh, so I’m the cheater while you’re blocking me? Nah, bro, this is how you do that.” Chase slipped past Bing and now stood in front of him, preventing Bing from seeing the TV. 

“You little shit.” Bing laughed. 

“Can’t hear you over me winning.” Chase sang, wiggling his hips and, in turn, basically shaking his ass in Bing’s face. 

“Now you’re a big shit.” Bing tossed his controller aside and hopped to his feet, snatching Chase’s out of his hands. 

“Dude! Give that back!” Chase went on his toes when Bing held the controller in the air. Bing only had a few inches on Chase, but it was enough to have Chase trying to use his shoulder to try to boost himself up. 

“Cheaters don’t get controllers.” Bing stuck his tongue out. 

“Is that why you got rid of yours?” Chase scrunched his nose and stuck the tip of his tongue out, too. 

“I have a point to-” Bing didn’t get to finish his protest as he stepped back and ended up fumbling over his own feet and falling, taking Chase down with him. Thankfully, he fell on one of the plush chairs, so it was a somewhat soft landing. But it left Chase lying on top of him, and their noses were touching. 

“S-Sorry, I-I-uh.” Chase was too flustered to move, face going red in a snap. 

“Uh…hi?” Bing’s voice cracked, and his own blush depended from that. 

“Hi?” Chase echoed before softly snorting and then breaking out in a laugh. Bing couldn’t help from laughing with him. 

“Is my Switch out-are you two fucking in the living room!?” Anti shouted after coming in and seeing the two. 

“We’re not fucking!” Chase shouted back. 

“Could have fooled me! I’m getting the spray bottle!” Anti spun on his heel and walked back out. 

“That spray bottle is for your ass when you act like a chaotic shit!” Chase got off of Bing and followed Anti. 

“What?” Bing said into the now empty room, face still red and the game calling time on the match. 

[icybreaths]

Chase could only pat at Jewel’s cheek a few times before she snatched a hold of his hand and threw it away from her.

She leered at him with a scowl as she came to.

“Yer killin’ me, Stone--”

“Shut the fuck up, Chase. And don’t touch me!”

She palmed and rubbed her temples with a growl. “Why the hell did you take me outta there?! Couldn’t you see that I wasn’t DONE?”

“I could see that you were passed the fuck out!” Chase looked at her, incredulous, “Yer lucky I dove in when I did. Bloke could’a killed you if he wanted to.”

“Whatever, I had that one. I could’a done more. Pain in my ass –”

“Yeh, take a good stab in the gut an’ fade into the sand. Real productive.” Chase’s lips thinned. He caught his rising annoyance and simmered. Matching her energy would get them nowhere.

“Seki,” he added with a sigh, “Look, I’m holdin’ up my end a’the bargain here alright? We agreed on this a long time ago, yeah?”

“Yeah, we agreed that when I specifically asked fer yer help ta do yer part.”

“You can’t ask if yer knocked out.”

“Then don’t help.” she snipped at him, exasperated, “If I’m s’posed ta die in that moment then let it happen!”

“Gods, do you hear yourself right now?!”

She opened her mouth to speak but he interrupted her.

“No,” he put a hand up, “you can get as pissy with me as you like, but I’m not lettin’ family go like that. Whether it’s Leo or ole Grimmy-boy, or any other shithead, I’ll be there. Even if I gotta throw you through the damn garganta, I’ll do it. I keep my promises and I help my family.”

“I help you, you give me intel and help me.” he added, “That’s how this goes.”

Jewel remained silent, looked down at her zanpakuto on her lap.

Chase adjusted his cloak as he situated himself beside her.

In their shared silence, he looked out on the city scenery below, propped his elbows up on his knees. “What … what’d ya wanna prove so badly back there? Y’know it’s do’er die with those nasties. You really expected t’kill him? ‘Cause I’ll tell ya right now it’s not happenin’. I’ve seen how every one a’the Espada operate and it’s different than you Shinigami. S’a different tier, Seki.”

“Thanks fer the vote a’confidence, asshole.”

“Yer track record leaves little ta vouch for, I’m just sayin’--”

“Oh stuff it.” Jewel fished a cleaning rag out of her pocket and started polishing her blade. “… I don’t know what I wanted back there. He got pissed an’ attacked an’ I reacted. He started it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m always watchin’. I know.” he said, “An’ correction. You poked him with yer weapon.”

“Do you always have to watch you lil weirdo?” she side-eyed him.

“Yer avoiding my logic.”

“Yer avoidin’ my call-out.”

“I watch everyone! I’m a nosy man, what can I say?”

“You can.. not do that.”

“Nonono, hey. We’re talkin’ about you an’ yer flaws right now.” Chase waggled a finger at her. “Don’t try ta spin this one on me, missy.”

“What flaws?!”

“Yer instigatin’ ass fer one!” he elbowed her in the side, only to reel the opposite way when she elbowed him back twice as hard.

“OW. See?! Y’see?!” he pointed at her as he held his ‘wound’. “Terrible!”

“You started it you fuck!” she reeled back a fist but stopped herself. “Yer infuriating, Chase.”

“Okay, okay, okayokayokay.” He sprang back upright with his hands raised in defense. “We’re getting off topic here.”

She merely huffed in response. Snow started to fall from her flared reiatsu.

“I just –” Chase furrowed his brow and bit his lip, searched for the right way he wanted to phrase it. “-- I… yer my sis’, y’know? I know I’m not super strong big bro a’the year but… I wanna be there fer you in any way I can. I wanna see you do good fer yerself. Figure that blade out. Get stronger. Live.”

“Yer the first Shinigami that looked at me and saw past the mask. You treated me like a person, and that…” he looked away with a sigh, “… that meant the world ta me, at the time. Still does. I don’t wanna lose you, y’know?”

“I know.” Jewel’s voice was quiet. “… I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“I don’t know that.” his tone matched hers. “You fight like suicide, like ya want it ta do ya in every time.”

“I don’t –”

“And you want me ta stay out and let it happen?” he went on, “You never let it happen ta me an’ I’m the cautious one. You always got my back; why can’t I have yers in the same way without bein’ berated for it?”

Her expression soured in thought. She didn’t answer.

“I wish you cared more about yer self preservation. I wish ya wouldn’t throw yourself at souls who wouldn’t think twice about killing you.

“He didn’t kill me –”

“This time. Doubt it’s gonna be all sunny smiles next time he sees ya either.”

“Heh, he’d sooner rip my head off my shoulders an’ kick it into the sun.”

“I think you should stay away from him.” Chase wasn’t amused. “I’m serious, Seki. I – if you sense him walk away. Go somewhere else. Leave.”

“Don’t tell me what ta do.”

“Jewel!”

“What?! Okay, well what if he senses me and comes fer me first then, ah? You want me ta bitch out an’ flee?”

“Yes!”

“I’m not you, damn it!”

“Don’t look at it like runnin’ away. Look at it like saving it… fer later. Yeah, there we go! Later! You can always bug him later, when yer, y’know, stronger.”

“Don’t tell me what ta do!”

She almost shoved him off the edge of the skyscraper but he grabbed the roof’s snowy trim just in time.

“Jewel, please!” he shouted to the heavens as though it were a prayer to be answered.

“I’ll be more cautious, now shut up about it already!”

Chase flopped back and shielded his eyes from the bright gray sky. “Promise me?”

Jewel’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned her attention back to cleaning her weapon. “I promise, okay? Now please drop the subject.”

His fanged grin peeked under his sleeve. “What subject?”

A smile tugged at her. “Thank you.”

[gaybitchfx]

Can we get Eddie Munson with a big brother pls?

Where maybe he's absent because of his job or college and he visits the town and helps the Dustin and his friends. The reader is like really chill but still similar to Eddie, but just not a metal head and stuff

And then they all go to meet the babysitter i.e. Steve, Eddie, Nancy Robin, and Eddie is like super ecstatic and practically jumps on the reader because he's so happy to see him again.

Just little brother Eddie really happy to see his bif bro again 🥺

MISSED YOU

Character(s): Eddie Munson

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

Edited; ❌

You had just gotten back from the airport to your home town to visit your little brother, Eddie Munson.

The only reason you've been absent for such a long time was because of college. You eventually bump into Dustin who just bombarded you with a bunch of questions, since, well, he's never seen you in Hawkins before. "I've never seen you here before? Are you new to Hawkins?" Dustin asked. "Nah, I've lived here for a very long time little dude. Just came to visit my uncle and little brother." You said to him, only for Dustin to give you a suspicious look. "What? I'm tellin' the truth." You chuckled.

"Alright, I believe you. What's your name?" Dustin asked and put his hand up. "Y/n." "Well, it's nice to meet you Y/n. I'm Dustin." Dustin said and held his hand out for you to shake it. You shook his hand with a firm grip before letting it go. For a couple hours Dustin took you to meet some of his friends which you got along with pretty well.

"Oh yeah, Y/n was it?" Mike said and turned his attention onto you. "Hm? What's up?" You asked before taking another sip of a slurpy. "Who's your little brother?" Mike asked making a small smirk form on your lips. "Eddie, he's my little brother." You said before you continued taking sips of your drink.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas's mouth nearly touched the ground when you told them that. "But-... You aren't a metal head and you don't dress like him-" "Not every Munson is a metal head and dresses like that." You chuckled. "And you two don't look alike at all." Dustin said and you nodded. "We don't have the same moms, but we have the same dad. He has our dads features while I have my moms, simple as that.' You told them making their mouth's form an 'o' shape. "Speaking of Eddie, where is that little troublemaker anyways? The only reason I came back was to spend some time with him." You muttered.

"Oh! I can take you to him. See you later guys." Dustin said as he stood from the table and left with you. When they got there, Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were there just relaxing and talking amongst themselves.

"I brought someone!" Dustin exclaimed getting their attention. Eddie's eyes widened before he sprang up and ran over to you. "Oh dear." You mumbled before a loud 'oof' sound came from your along with a thud from falling backwards because of Eddie. "Y/n! I missed you so much dude! Where have you been?" Eddie cheered as he hugged you. Slowly you sat up and patted Eddie's back with a laugh.

"College was a hassle so I wasn't able to visit you for awhile, my bad Eddie." You said and gave his forehead a kiss. "Is that his boyfriend or somethin?" Steve being the first to speak, asked. "That's fuckin gross! He's my older brother." Eddie said before getting up and helped you up.

Robin stared at you intensely, along with Steve and Nancy. "I don't see it." She said, confused on how you two were related in any way. "I mean, you look more presentable than Eddie." "Lucas said the same thing, but they actually are related." Dustin said. "We have the same dad but not the same mom." Eddie commented and you nodded agreeing with him.

"Oooh, that makes sense." Nancy smiled. "Anyways, how's college? I was wondering when you'd come and see me." Eddie chuckled and elbowed you in the side making a light laugh come from you.

"How about I tell you all about it, hm?"

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

[janaem]

tension

this is a mature scenario

requests are also open, go to my pinned post to learn more :)

(c/f) ;; crush’s friend

(y/f) - your friend

r/n - restaurant name

“___”- you or your crush’s name

[8:00 pm]

you looked out the open window feeling the breeze on your face. you closed your eyes and laughed at the ticklish feeling as you tilted your head back.

your friend, ___, was the one behind the wheel, chatting with your crush's friend, ___. the four of you decided to escape from reality for a while and just aimlessly drive around for a while. what a calming way to spend a summer night, you've longed to go on adventures like this. and the music in the background was absolutely perfect.

"i'm hungry." your crush said slightly slouching in his seat which was next to yours, his legs spread a bit. it was kind of awkward being in the backseat with him, considering the fact that the two of you only exchanged one short conversation.

you and your friend ___, were originally going to hang out together, but since they grew more fond of your crush's friend, they insisted on picking the two of them up.

"let's go somewhere that has a drive thru." you said closing the car window.

"oh, i was told that i can't eat food in this car." you friend replied looking around for places to eat.

"wait, why?" c/f asked, sitting up in their seat.

y/f sighed, keeping their eye out for any nearby places, "this is a new car, just got this two days ago."

c/f nodded, "so...do we just dine in?"

"or we could order pick up and eat outside the car by the lake or something." you imputed googling some restaurants near you.

"yeah, that's a good idea." ___ said turning his head to look right at you. it shouldn't be a surprise, but you felt your body slightly tense up and start to feel warm as you scrolled through the various options on your screen.

a few places caught your eye, and you started listing them.

"oooh i think that r/n is a perfect spot to get pick up!" c/f announced.

y/f nodded, "yeah, ___, what do you think?" they asked looking at the two of you in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

you absently nodded, scrolling through social media, your crush said yes.

"you two have been awfully quiet" c/f pointed out turning their body halfway to look at the two of you in the back seat.

"they're heavy on the sexual tension." y/f added making the frat boy face.

"bro..." your crush sighed in annoyance. you looked over at him, he immediately caught your gaze and you instantly looked away, pretending to scroll on your phone.

"guys, if you like each other just say that. It's so obvious." y/f suggested turning the corner, you were 2 minutes away from your destination, since it was a place pretty close by.

"we have more important things to worry about, like our orders for the food." you shot back looking up from your phone.

"and what we'll be having for dessert, isn't that right, ___?" c/f glanced at ___, them a wink.

"dude, shut up." ___ said dismissively, you felt your body become tense again. you looked over at ___, as he rested his elbow by the window, leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand. you only squeezed your legs tighter, why the fuck did they look so fine being careless? you looked at his legs, you honestly just wanted to sit on his lap and make out with him without a care in the world.

the throbbing down there suddenly caught you off guard, "can you guys stop, seriously. we don't like each other, it was just sudden that y/f decided to pick you two up. let it go." you sighed shifting uncomfortably in your seat, crossing your legs together. ___ saw this and raised their eyebrows. however, you refused to look at him again for the rest of the ride.

"shut your horny ass up, we know that's not true." c/f teased turning back around to face straight ahead. you just wanted to beat the shit out of this motherfucker with no mercy.

"we'll order inside, it's late and the line shouldn't be long at all." y/f sighed, ignoring the previous conversation that just took place.

"but, that doesn't make sense, we'll have to wait even longer for the food now." ____ imputed.

you adjusted yourself in your seat, taking a breath, "not if we call them now."

"we have one more minute until we arrive, it's pointless." y/f replied looking at the gps.

"that's plenty of time, just tell me what you guys want, and if we arrive sooner than expected, we can just park and finish our order." you said dialing in the number.

everyone else agreed, so you called r/n and told them your orders. you arrived just in time once you finished and hung up.

"see told ya." you smirked putting your phone down.

"c/f and i will go in to pick up the orders." y/f said unbuckling their seatbelt along with c/f.

"uhh...can i come?" __ asked sitting up a bit, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"no, you stay here with ___." c/f replied opening the car door and steeping, causing him to huff under his breath.

"they said it'll take 15 minutes. why can't y'all stay here until it's ready?" you argued furrowing your eyebrows.

"i don't know why you're complaining, you get some alone time with your boyfriend." y/f smiled as they exited the car, and before you could say anything else the door slammed shut.

the silence was way to loud in the backseat of the car, you held your phone firmly in your hands, fighting the urge to look at ___, who was on his phone. what were you thinking? he's not even thinking about you right now, so why bother...

you finally decided to break the silence after a while, "you know, you don't have to listen to c/f and y/f... you can just go in if you want to." you immediately regretted saying that, you hoped deep down that he wouldn't leave you.

"nah, i'm fine right here." ___ replied, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

you nodded and went on your phone as well, texting someone to save the awkwardness.

suddenly, ___ scoots next to you, still looking down at his phone. you furrowed your eyebrows at the move. why was he doing this?

"Uhh..." you leaned towards the window, your heart started to race uncontrollably and the adrenaline in your body started to rise.

___ sighed, getting comfortable, "shut up, i got cold."

you gave him a skeptical look, "it's literally seventy nine degrees out, and you're wearing a hoodie and sweatpants."

"just shut up, okay?" ___ sighed, he was seated at least an inch away from you.

"you're so fucking weird." you muttered.

"i'll show you weird if you don't shut the fuck up and sit still."

this moment was making you heated, your face started to get hot and you ached with anticipation to either say something rude, or bold. maybe say both? you honestly didn't know what to do, and the throbbing down on your core started to intensify and it only made matters worse.

"and how the hell are you gonna do that, ___? right i though so, so move back to your fucking seat or i'll make you."

yeah, you shouldn't have said that.

"fuck." you whispered to yourself, your gaze on ___ softened due to realizing what you've just done.

"oh yeah?" ___ gave you a lazy smirk, slightly tilting his head back to show a bit of his adam's apple.

you didn't say anything after that, that was until you felt ___ knee on yours. that was when your stomach clenched.

"how are you gonna make me move acting like this, huh?" he scooted closer so that both of your shoulders were touching. you still remained silent, watching closely as ___'s hand reached down, gripped your thigh, and moved it on top of his leg. the throbbing intensified, you became even hotter than ever, and your heart raced at an astronomical pace. you don't think you were able to handle it any longer. one more move from him and you were sure to break.

he leaned over, his face inches from yours, "not so tough now, are we?"

fuck it.

you cupped ___'s face with both of your hands and collided your lips onto his. he leaned in so that he was slightly on top of you, causing you to lean back, the seatbelt restricting you to go any further. luckily, while kissing you, ___ reached back and undid the buckle with his one hand.

you were now able to lean back, your head rested on the window, allowing ___ to settle between your legs. your back arched at the feeling of his hand trailing up your thigh, his thumb brushing over your clit. his other hand, trailed up under your sweatshirt, squeezing your waist.

you both parted, ___ looked into your eyes, "is this okay?" he continued to faintly rub his thumb faintly over your sensitive area.

"yeah..." you panted ,leaning in and kissing him again. the feeling of his hands on your bare skin, and his other hand on the very spot you've always wanted him was overwhelming.

___ slid his hand into your pants, using his middle finger to slide up and down to toy with your covered area. your breathing started to get heavier as you bucked your hips to meet his finger.

"does this feel good?" ___ asked placing a kiss on your jaw.

you were melting under his touch, "yeah..." you quivered, suddenly hissing once you felt ___ add a few more fingers and rubbing circles on your clit. his other hand, which was originally on your waist, slowly snaked up to fondle your breast.

"___...oh my--" you let out a gasp feeling him go a bit faster. the wetness started to build up on your core, a shockwave of pleasure erupts within you.

you two went at it again with the kissing, ___ slipped his tongue into your mouth, resulting in the kiss to become sloppier than before. ___ also took the opportunity to pull your underwear down, proceeding the act of rubbing your core. he let out a small hum in ecstasy, feeling how warm you were.

"fuck, you drive me crazy, ___" he groaned in between kisses, "you're so wet, too"

you simply couldn't talk, the feeling in your stomach built up every few seconds. you parted from ___ to let out a whimper, biting your lip and rolling your eyes back. you arched again at the feeling of his hand toying with your breast. unfortunately, he stopped and placed his hand from your breast to your back. ___ then started to place kisses on your jaw and neck, you closed your eyes in pleasure, feeling every inch of him touching you, you didn't want him to stop no matter what.

___ stopped kissing you after a while, and took a good look at you. he couldn't take his eyes off of you beautiful expression. he didn't think he would make you feel this way, and it filled him with pride that he is. he looked from your parted lips, to your heaving chest. just looking at you drove him to the edge, he'll never know how and why you were so breathtaking, especially in this state.

your eyes opened slightly, seeing that ___ was staring at you, a series of moans and whimpers continued to come out of you.

you started to squirm, and he liked that. so he went faster, assuming that you were about to reach your high.

"you like that, huh?" he whispered against your lips as he continued to rub his fingers on your clit. the overwhelming feeling that sent shockwaves through your core began to build up more and more the harder and faster he rubbed.

"oh my god..." you sighed, rolling your eyes back in relief. your back arched feeling the sudden wave of pleasure, which was stronger than the last. it was all so unexplainable, all you knew is that you felt so good.

___ placed a slow kiss on your lips, pulling away once you let out another moan. he chuckled and went faster. and the faster he went, the more frequent your whimpers became. you never really admitted it, but you enjoyed the build up before a good orgasm. and it would seem that___ knew just how to maintain this feeling inside you. it was almost hard to believe that this was his first time touching you.

___ moved his hand from your back, to the window to support himself, leaning into you more. all you could do was pant, feeling your abdominal muscles clench, the feeling of pleasure was even greater, allowing your mouth to fall open.

___'s hand started to flex, "you gonna cum for me?" he said going faster than before, "yeah?" he gripped your waist even tighter, watching your expression intensely. ___ wanted to make sure that you felt everything.

"oh fuck, yes." you moaned, looking up at the ceiling. all you were focused on, were ___'s fingers and the intense release you were having.

"you look so hot cuming for me." ___ said, your foreheads were inches away.

you couldn't respond, the orgasm you just had had taken it's toll on you. your legs shook a bit as you rode out your last high. small sighs and pants escaped your lips, the very same lips that your crush leaned over and placed a kiss on.

you kissed back and your crush pulls your bottoms back up, the feeling of the fabric touching your sensitive area made you squirm a bit.

"i made you cum that hard?" ___ teased, giving you a smirk.

"yeah ..." you said slyly, wrapping your arms around his neck. you tangled your fingers into his hair, taking in how beautiful his eyes were. your infatuation for each other grew just then, and the two of you leaned in and kissed each other again.

suddenly, the car door opened and in entered your two chatty friends. they were so caught up in their conversation that both you and ___ took this time to immediately get situated again.___ slid all the way back to his original spot as you got out your phone and started typing and scrolling.

"damn, it's hot in here..." y/f said starting the car again and turning on the air conditioning.

"Yeah," c/f looked suspiciously at you and ___, "y'all fucked or sum?"

"i'd rather die." you said bluntly, not looking up from your phone. ___ just let out an indifferent grunt.

"well, anyways, to the lake we go! i'm starving." y/f announced reversing out of the parking lot.

[btsmosphere]

Hey Ru! I wanted to start by saying a massive congratulations on your milestone. Here’s to many more. Could I please request yoongi with the prompt “Bro $200? You’re not a sugar daddy you’re a high fructose corn syrup daddy” thank you! :D

~summary: Yoongi can only resist you for so long when you insist on staying late in his genius lab with that quick-witted mouth. Yoongi x reader Prompt: bro $200? You’re not a sugar daddy you’re a high fructose corn syrup daddy ~word count: 596 ~friends to lovers, idol au, humour Rating: pg13 Warnings: mentions sugar daddies?? ~a/n: Elle, thank you so much!! Love you lots and I hope you enjoy your drabble!

“Just go home if you’re so tired.”

Quickly snapping your mouth shut mid-yawn, you shot a glare at Yoongi’s back. The tapping of his keys never ceased as he stayed bent over his desk.

“I don’t wanna,” you grumbled, sliding further down the sofa.

“You could at least sound a bit more eager to be here, this is the genius lab after all.”

“Yoongi, I’ve seen you leave dishes in here to dry, excuse me if I don’t see it as Disneyland.”

Snorting, Yoongi finally pushed his headphones down around his neck and swung his chair around to look at you.

“Why bother coming then?” he smirked.

“No reason,” you shrugged, avoiding his gaze.

Truth be told, since you had gained genius lab privileges, you had been enjoying your time there. Perhaps a little too much. Any time you got the chance to spend time around Yoongi, you would take it, stubbornly ignoring the fluttering of your heart when you were in his presence.

“Is there something you want? I can order takeout to your house.”

“If you want me gone so badly, you’re gonna have to try harder than that,” you laughed, folding your arms.

“Hey! I already spent $200 on dinner the other week,” he leant his elbows on his knees, face drawing closer to yours, “I’m practically your sugar daddy already.”

“Bro $200?” you scoffed, “you’re not a sugar daddy, you’re a high fructose corn syrup daddy.”

Yoongi blinked.

“Did you just call me bro?”

“THAT’s what you took from that?” you sat up, “I just spit fire, why aren’t you writing it down?”

“Well if I’m high fructose corn syrup,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “then you’re a dollar store waffle.”

Gaping, you spluttered in the face of his cool smirk. You held a hand over your heart as he slumped back in his seat, crossing his arms in victory.

“You are cold, Min Yoongi! I never asked to be attacked like this!”

He was already swizzling his chair away from you, but you clearly heard his deadpan response.

“Yes you did .”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you shot back.

“Love you too.”

Just like that, there it was again, that stupid hammering in your chest. If only he wasn’t joking, if only he would say that for real.

Biting your tongue, you fell against the back of the sofa again. To your surprise, as you laid eyes on Yoongi again, you found him closing down his tabs instead of continuing his work. Wasn’t it a bit early for that-?

Screen fading to black, your eyes widened as Yoongi pushed himself from his chair and crossed the room to you.

“Yoongi…?” you frowned.

But under his gaze, you fell silent.

“Y/n, we both know I could give you a lot more than $200,” his voice was low, “but I don’t think that’s why you’re here, is it?”

All words caught in your throat. He moved closer, that intensity never leaving his eyes as he waited for a response. Swallowing hastily, you could only offer a shake of your head.

And then he was right in front of you, breath hot on your face.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he growled, hand finally breaching the space to meet your jaw, holding it firm as he pressed his lips to yours in a ferocious kiss.

Unable to believe what was happening, you kissed back just as eagerly, melting to his every touch until you were reeling, breaking apart too soon with stilted breaths. A grin slid onto your face.

“So you are glad I came?”

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ex boyfriend!Touya x reader

Title: “ Fool me once, then again and again “ / view on ao3

Pairing: Touya x f! reader

Summary: You are dating Natsuo Todoroki, and you finally get to meet his family, everything was going well. Until you realize you have already met his older brother Touya before.

Warnings: dubcon, slight yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, blackmail, cheating, cuckolding, corruption, mindbreak of sorts, toxic ex boyfriend relationship

Other contents: creampie, rough sex, tit slapping, sub/dom, masochism

words: 6,826

For the longest time, you had believed that those stories of people finding true love were nothing but total bullshit.

After all, in a sea of hookups, uncommitted relationships and one night stands, it was almost laughable to think that anyone out there was going to somehow be the one and only. You went through college with nothing but bad relationships and heartbreak under your belt, things you would've rather left forgotten. By the time you had graduated, you managed to land a job, and were happy living on your own, there were no expectations from you towards love, not at all.

Until you met Natsuo Todoroki.

It was an unexpected meeting, much like out of those same cheesy romantic movies that you had always mocked. You two bumped into each other at a coffee shop, a guy that you had never seen before who spilled his coffee all over you, awkwardly apologized a hundred times, invited you to watch a movie, and the rest was history. You always teased him over it too, how his clumsiness somehow helped him to get a girlfriend. Watching him go all red in the face never failed to make you laugh.

Natsuo was the most wonderful boyfriend you could've asked for, easily topping any other relationship you had in the past. Despite being the son of a hero, and not just any hero but the number one hero of the country, Natsuo was humble and friendly, just living like an average guy and working hard as a nurse at the nearby hospital. Someone that you wouldn't even think had a family with the sort of money and influence the Todorokis were known for.

He also was always so sweet and gentle, funny too, a lovable big guy that treated you with so much care. Even during sex, he only ever made the most tender love to you, like you were a precious thing, a treasure that could break if he was too rough.

And you loved it, truly, you loved him, knew he felt very much the same too. Because he gathered the courage to introduce you to his family officially.

You two arrived at the Todoroki state on a cold Friday evening, just in time for dinner. There you were going to meet everyone and stay for the weekend.

His father, the number one hero Endeavor, was much like what he looked like on television. Big, rough and intimidating, but treated you with good manners. Then his mother, Rei, a soft-spoken woman that welcomed you kindly, she was friendly much like her son. Things seemed tense between them underneath the surface, expectedly so, since you knew from Natsuo that they were going through a divorce. It made their attempts at cohabitation just to make you feel comfortable at least appreciated.

His big sister, Fuyumi, was much like him too, sweet and gentle, a nice girl that made you feel right away at home, so excited to finally meet you. Then last but not least was his little brother, Shouto, a quiet but nice boy who tried his best to do small talk when he had to. You could tell that he at least was welcoming of you, which was good enough.

It was awkward at first, you were nervous to be dealing with them at first but you had managed entire thing just fine so far, much to your relief, as well as Natsuo's.

However, the last relative in the household had yet to arrive, the eldest sibling, and Natsuo's older, Touya. Apparently it was nothing out of the ordinary for him to be so unfashionably late, and dinner would not be put on hold just because he couldn't bother to show up on time, as Endeavor had put it. Even Natsuo seemed to reluctantly agree with his father on that regard.

Natsuo had told you before, about his brother's unruly behavior and a bit on an intense attitude, calling him a hellraiser. He had been only a bit worried that if you met him, you'd be slightly put off. Naturally you assured him it would be fine.

But it was only when you saw the guy that you understood just what a grave mistake you had made.

Only then that you realized that all the cheesy romance, all that stuff from the movies, really came with a price.

Right there, waltzing into the dinning room without a single care in the world, long strides and hands inside his pockets. The raven dyed hair, the piercings, the tattoos, even the smell of smoke and cinders filling your nostrils, it was all familiar, too familiar.

It was your ex boyfriend, Dabi.

Blue eyes fixated on your face almost instantly, stared and burned a hole right through your soul. A knowing look on his features, lips curling into a crooked grin, sardonic and throughly amused, a glint of joy in a face you had hoped to never see again.

"Well, well, well! So this is the girlfriend? Now I see why our little Natsu is so smitten."

Touya drawled, slowly like savoring every syllable, a type of teasing that tasted deliciously on his tongue. Just the sound of his voice,so low and raspy from the cigarettes you knew he always smoked, was making your heart race with anxiety and anger.

Touya took his seat at the dinning table. He deliberately took the chair in front of you just to watch you, of course he would, you had almost expected him to. Eyes still fixated on you, he plopped his elbows on the table and leaned on the surface, and you were so grateful for the table keeping him from getting any closer.

"Where did you even find this hottie, bro? I may just go there and get one of my own."

Heat rose to your cheeks, burning and painting your skin red with something like indignation, but to the others probably seemed just like shy demure. Yet in contrast to your body's temperature, on the inside it was like the blood in your veins had turned into ice, a violent shiver running down your spine that felt like high voltage, you gripped your thighs with both hands just to keep yourself from shaking.

"Touya don't be rude..." Fuyumi grimaced, sighing. This behavior clearly was nothing new to them, it seemed, but it was nothing new to you either.

"This is [Name], be nice." Rei joined the attempt to get the male to behave, probably for your sake.

In reality, you wished they wouldn't be trying to intervene, but you couldn't blame them either for not knowing something you desperately didn't want any of them to know.

Specially not Natsuo.

But you couldn't just get up and run, Touya knew you were trapped.

"Oh? Well, ain't that a pretty name? You probably already know who I am though, right?"

It was so cruelly calculated, every word spoken, a man already set out to make sure you squirmed in your seat.

"I'm Natsuo's big brother, I bet he talks about me all the time! This lil guy sure loves me."

"Oh please, I only told her how annoying you can be." Natsuo scoffed, rolling his eyes with the unconcerned, even if embarrassed, nature of someone who had no idea what was happening beneath the surface.

"But really, I'm proud of our little bro for scoring this high, y'know what I mean, Natsu?"

You looked down, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

"K-Knock it off, Touya." Natsuo grabbed your hand from underneath the table, and you almost jumped from the sudden contact, almost expecting to be burned. But it was cold, your beloved Natsuo's cool touch, and when you turned to look at him, he smiled at you with a gentle, apologetical smile. Probably thinking his brother's banter had caused you to feel uncomfortable. And while it was the right thought, he really had no idea.

Still, his touch grounded you back from the anxious dread that had been growing in your mind so quickly, and you felt like smiling back at him.

You loved Natsuo, you really did.

Suddenly a hand was extended towards you, and it took all of your will power not to flinch. Your attention cruelly ripped away from your boyfriend to stare at Touya's hand, waiting for a handshake.

The dread had returned, you didn't even realize you were staring.

"Sorry, sorry, let's keep the brother talk for later, m'kay?" He smirked at Natsuo, then turned at you to add, hand still out waiting for you to take it, he knew you had to take it.

"It's nice to meet you, [Name]."

You felt everyone's eyes on you, watching you, and resignation was your only answer. Cautiously, you were reaching out to him, held his hand in a hesitant hold.

The moment his rough skin brushed against yours, you felt it, again. A wave of heat spreading through your body like wildfire, just like you remembered from years past, that warm sensation tingling at your nerves, filling your lungs, the pit of your stomach.

It was nothing like Natsuo's cold touch, it was hot, burning, scorching.

"Um, yes. N-Nice to meet you too." You let go of him immediately, stumbling over your words and trying not to glare.

"Yep, really nice to meet my new sister in law."

"That's enough, Touya." The stern, booming voice of Endeavor silenced everyone at the table, specially the eldest son. "We are having dinner right now, have the decency to behave."

Endeavor could be quite scary, but you were much grateful for the intervention. Unlike Touya, of course, who immediately had tensed up, gritted his teeth with brows furrowed into a sour expression for a second, before that carefree look was back on his face, it was so quickly that you wondered if you had imagined it.

"Wait, are they getting married already?" Shouto quipped all of the sudden with genuine confusion, endearingly so.

Almost everyone seemed to be amused by the comment, even Touya, and some teasing looks were thrown at Natsuo, who had turned beet red from the embarrassment.

You found yourself a little embarrassed too, in a much lighter hearted way and that was a welcome change, it almost made you forget that feeling of someone's piercing blue eyes staring at you.

 ——————

 Natsuo would touch your hand or your knee all through the night, smiling at you and gazing at your face with those loving eyes that could melt your heart. And yet, Touya made sure that your attention wasn't taken off him for long. Trying to rope you in conversation that held cruel double meaning, kept only pushing your buttons with sadistic glee.

You had to take a break, urgently, so you excused yourself with the pretenses of going to the bathroom.

You got up from your seat and rushed out the dinning room and into the hallways, not even really noticing that Natsuo had asked if you needed someone to show you were the bathroom was located.

You needed a moment alone to gather your thoughts, get your shit together. So you walked further into the huge Todoroki residence, looking for the nearest bathroom, though finding it was really not all that important in the end. As long as you were away from Touya for a bit, you would be fine.

Touya. A name foreign on your tongue, unlike Dabi. It upset you, and that on itself upset you even more, not only to know what an idiot you had been so many years ago, but that you still cared. But, could you be blamed? Could you be judged? When this jerk had to show up now, of all times, and——

"Hey baby, bathroom is the other way."

You stopped on your tracks, freezing on the spot. Your mouth felt dry and your hands balled into fists. That dreaded voice's hot breath feeling like it was tickling the shell of your ear, but you reacted only when you felt the brush of his warm hand placing itself on your shoulder.

Practically jumping away, you removed yourself from his touch, turning around to face that same amused grin you wished to smack off his face. That same grin that used to give your butterflies.

"Why did you follow me?" You spoke with a voice full of annoyance, bolder and direct, now that the rest of the family was out of earshot, you could at least give yourself the indulgence of expressing your feelings.

"Leave me alone, just...leave me alone, would you?"

Touya laughed. Of course he laughed. You didn't know what else you had expected. He had always done the same thing, laugh at your distress and mock you for it.

"Woah, now! Calm down, this is my house, are you trying to kick me out my own house?"

He jokingly raised his hands, didn't bother to hide his amusement, a broad smile that stretched from ear to ear. You only sighed with exasperation.

"You know that's not what I mean. God, you're still such an asshole."

You shook your head, but he simply shrugged dispassionately, dismissively. You hadn't even taken notice of your clenched fists, knuckles had begun to turn white, anger bubbling inside you just like it used to back in the day.

"Dunno what you got against me, I mean you're the one that came here willingly, remember? No one told you to go date my brother." You could've sworn he almost sounded resentful, but he had no right to be.

"I didn't know. I mean, how could I have? You clearly never told me your actual name Dabi, oh I'm sorry, I mean Touya." He never really told you anything substancial about himself in hindsight, and you felt like an even bigger fool, for having overlooked that along every other glaring red flag he carried around. Your own conflicted feelings made you miss the way something in his blue eyes flickered, tongue running over his lower lip.

"Well, it wasn't a big deal. It's not like it mattered, did it? We had a lot of fun anyway." He chuckled lowly, openly leering at you and making you blush from anger.

"Fun? Seriously, you call that fun?!" You laughed in disbelief, a bitter sound. "After all the crap you put me through, you just ended up dumping me. No, fuck your fun."

His expression turned dark then, a shadow over his eyes that had narrowed just slightly. His amusement had become annoyance.

"The crap I put you through? I don't recall you ever complaining when you begged for my cock like a damn college whore."

"That's not—!!"

"What, not true? Oh but I remember it very well. You'd always be so needy for my cock, letting me fuck you just whenever I wanted, heh, wherever I wanted too. Like a dumb bitch in heat. Come on, we both were on it for the sex more than anything. Now you're acting all high and mighty? Shit ain't cute babe."

It was like a punch in the gut that sucked all the air out of you, it rendered you speechless for a moment, shame and anger inside of you making your body shake. Had it really been like that? No, you did all those things because you were a stupid girl in love back then.

It was exhausting suddenly having to explain yourself to yourself, you didn't have the mental strength for it. You brought your fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing wearily. It was foolish of you to shut your eyes for even second however, just trying to gather your jumbled thoughts like that, because Touya took it as an invitation to close the distance between the two.

A sudden, familiar feeling of warmth enveloped your body, his arms circling around your waist and pulling you against his broad chest. But it was not a gentle touch, he was squeezing you in his hold to make sure he had you caged. You gasped, every muscle in your body tensing up like a frightened prey in a wolf's grasp. Your body felt hot.

"You're so cold, sugartits. Are you seriously not happy to see me? Not one bit?"

He spoke so softly all of sudden, you knew he was trying to appease you. He rested his chin on the crown of your head as he held you, one of his hands taking purchase of your hair, pulling at it just enough that you felt a slight sting in your scalp. Your lips parted slightly, a moan almost attempting to escape.

"Let me go, and don't call me that." You tried wiggling out of his hold, to push him off you, but he only tightened his grip.

"Call you what? Sugartits? Aww, but you used to love it."

Purring like a cat, you felt the smell of cigarettes and cinders invading your nostrils, bringing back vivid memories of the many times he used you hold you down to smooth-talk his way out of trouble, hold you down and fuck you senseless until you forgot whatever it was that you were mad about.

The thought alone frightened you to the bone, the realization of the sort of memories Touya was pulling out of you so effortlessly. The heat enveloping your body felt like it was burning you, threatening to cremate you with his quirk. It was nothing like Natsuo's cold touch and you hated it.

You couldn't let him keep holding you like that, it was wrong, it was dangerous, and gathering all your strength, you placed your hands on his chest to get him off. It didn't work, he only laughed at your attempt.

"Come on, do you really hate me that much? I just want to talk, honest. Don't you want to talk this out?" Looking up at him, the expression you saw was serious, soft, something you had only seen back when you were with him a few times. Touya was dangling the hope for closure above your head like a dog's treat, and you took the bait.

"What is there to talk about? You dumped me after fucking me for months, just to chase more tail." You a soft murmur from your lips, resignation. You felt his chest heave with a satisfied huff.

"Well yeah, but I tried to call you, you changed your number."

"Because I knew you just wanted to hook up."

"Well, you got me there." He chuckled, completely unashamed and it didn't even begin to surprise you.

"I did really like you back then, you know? And you broke my fucking heart." It was useless to tell him that, and yet you did.

"I liked you too, but you know that I'm a bastard baby, it's just my nature."

You frowned, there was no comfort in his words or even a sense of guilt from him, just the factual reality of things. You had been an idiot for getting involved with him, but it wasn't like you hadn't known that from the start. It still upset you, but the more you thought about it, the more you felt it was necessary to just let it be if you ever hoped to survive the night.

"I don't care what you do, in fact I'd rather we both forget anything ever happened. Just...don't ruin this for me." The plea in your voice was genuine, a heartfelt request, lowered lashes as you looked down before biting your lip. "Don't tell Natsuo about this, please. That's all I ask."

Touya went stiff against you, a hum purring at the back of his throat almost as if he had found your words no short of fascinating. You looked upwards to meet his gaze, he seemed pensive, while your expression was surprised.

"You really love him, huh? Lucky him, to think that used to be me." He chuckled, rolling his shoulders with a sense of light-hearted acceptance, the amusement had returned to that lazy grin. "I wasn't planning on ruining anything for my lil' bro, give me some credit. I just couldn't help teasing you a bit."

Admittedly you hadn't thought of it that way, that maybe even if Touya had no loyalty towards you, for his family he held enough of it to avoid crossing a line like that. It almost made you feel ashamed of yourself, how conceited it probably looked that you had assumed Touya really would care about fucking with you over his sibling's happiness.

For the first time that night, you felt hopeful, a sigh of relief that left your lips carried away all the weight you had on your shoulders.

"Well, then...thank you." A truthful feeling of gratitude. You even forced yourself to subtly smile at Touya, and you though for a second that his eyes softened at the sight. But then he just waved his hand at you dismissively.

"By the way, I wasn't joking earlier. The bathroom is that door over there. If you still want to use it."

You had almost forgotten about that, and while you had no need to go, part of you still needed some time alone to take in all that had happened in just one night so far.

There was slight hesitation, a feeling in your gut that told you not to. And you ignored it, like you ignored all the red flags in the past.

Nodding at Touya, you turned around and headed for the bathroom, but he called out to you again immediately.

"Wait, let me help you open it, that one door always gets stuck." Not even waiting for an answer he fumbled with the knob for a bit before it opened, Touya stepped to the side to let you in.

And then, just as you were crossing the doorframe, muttering a soft 'thanks', you were pushed inside the room by two large hands.

You yelped, stumbling over your feet and tripping onto a soft surface. The moonlight filtered through a narrow window enough to letting you see that you were not in a bathroom at all, but instead in what seemed to be a bedroom, may a guest room? You had no idea. The soft surface under your knees was definitely a futon at least. Confused and panicking you turned around to try getting up and rush out that room, just in time to see Touya walking in, closing the door and locking it behind him.

You felt the room's temperature go up.

"T-Touya? Touya!" You spoke once in confusion, then in anger. He tricked you, and you fell for it like and idiot, all over again. "Fuck you, I knew you were trying to pull something like this."

"You are really funny, sugartits. Seriously." Slowly, in long strides, he approached you. Completely ignoring your protests. "Saying that you love Natsuo with that innocent look on your face, really? What a comedian."

"What are you—?!"

Getting on his knees in from if you, Touya grabbed you by the jaw, squeezing your cheeks and roughly forcing you to look at him in the eye. That bruising touch you knew so well, it made your chest start tightening and face to burn red.

Looking at Touya in that dim light made you shiver, he had an horrifyingly wide smile, baring his teeth. You could feel the steam coming out of his nostrils, and for a moment you were afraid he'd actually set the place on fire.

"Do you think you can just go saying shit like that when I know just what a slut you are for my cock?"

He laughed mockingly, and yet the condescending tone dropping off his words made you realize it was an statement full of endearment.

"No, I'm not!" You struggled to pull away from him, clawing at his hand around your jaw, but he was just much stronger than you, always had been. "That was a long time ago, I was stupid. That wasn't real, what I have with Natsuo is real."

"So you say." Rolling his eyes, he scoffed. Touya brought his lips to your forehead, giving you a chaste kiss, the softness of his lips and the cold metal of his lip piercings was something you wished to have forgotten, a whine almost left your lips. "But I know you missed me."

"I did not. Let me go!"

"You're so cruel, sugartits. 'Cause, I did miss you lots, y'know?"

It shouldn't have, it really shouldn't, but that statement made you pause, freeze on the spot and look at him confused and surprised. A meek 'what?' came from your lips. Touya took advantage of your momentary lack of resistance to roughly push you backwards with enough force that you were falling onto your back over the futon.

"I'll tell you the truth, even after I kept fucking bitches for a while after our 'break up', I realized that none of them really compared to you." He explained slowly, drawling each word with a raspy voice, your heart beating loudly in your ways almost drowned the sound.

"Turns out no other pussy felt like yours, so good and tight, god...best one I've ever had. Oh, and no one else was quite as much of a whore either to be honest, I mean shit, we used to get all down and dirty, remember?"

He pulled out his phone out of his pocket, and started to browse through it. You should've taken that chance to try escape, or at least kick his stupid face, but your body wasn't moving. The shock of what he was saying, petrified you, as did what you imagined he was doing.

"But you disappeared. So I've only had these to jerk off now and then, trying to imagine your nice pussy around my cock." He showed you the screen of his phone, and it was what you had been fearing the most.

Pictures of you, old pictures that Touya had taken years ago during sex. There were many, too many, you felt the world collapsing around you, as if you hadn't been already laying down, you would've collapsed with it for sure.

"Never thought I would see you again, imagine my surprise when Natsuo just came home with my favorite cumdumpster as girlfriend."

"I'm not yours!!"

You refuted passionately, he could insult you all he wanted, call you all sort of names, but you were not going to let him claim you as his belonging.

You were Natsuo's, no one else's, you told Touya, you told yourself.

You were trying to get back up, but Touya was already crawling above you and shoving the screen of his phone in your face, showing off those lewd pictures of yourself.

Pictures of you doing all sort of nasty sexual things with Touya.

"I wonder if my lil' bro would be thinking the same as you if he saw these though. I mean, you two love eachother right? I guess he probably won't mind..."

"Alright I get it, what do you want from me?"

That quick temper of yours made him huff a laugh, something like fondness in it. Well, you weren't so stupid as to not realize what was happening, what was Touya getting at. Swallowing the lump in your throat you tried to keep yourself from shaking, but having Touya above you like that was leaving you short of breath, heart hammering in your chest.

"Let me fuck you." He said so casually, putting the phone back into his pocket without even breaking eye contact. "Here and now, let me fuck you real good one last time."

You breathed through your nostrils, slowly, taking in the situation you were in. Taking in his outrageous words that gave you chills.

"You can't be serious..."

"I am very serious, sugartits. I just wanna bury myself inside your pussy, for old times' sake. C'mon, you don't even care about my cock anymore, right? It shouldn't change anything to give me one last pity-fuck."

It was surreal, ridiculous, atrocious, the entire thing. Yet, what other option did you have? Even if you screamed for help, it would mean Natsuo would find out about this, find you like this. You parted your lips to ask hesitantly.

"Only once...no more than that, right? And then you delete those pictures, promise me. Dammit, promise me Touya!!"

"Yeah, yeah, geez. I promise, just once, and these pictures will be gone forever." He spoke seriously, a longing look in his eyes behind the cockiness. "So, whaddaya say?"

"Alright."

Those were the words that would seal the deal, and Touya didn't really need any more than that to get started. You felt his lips coming down to attack you with urgency, planting an open mouthed kiss on your shoulder while he nuzzled his nose into the juncture of your neck, inhaling your scent in a big indulgent sniff.

"Fuck, you still using that shampoo with the vanilla? Mmm, it was my favorite." He purred loudly, a satisfied grin and hot breath against your skin.

You gasped, unable to keep yourself from reacting to the stimulation, your body remembering it all over again, squirming underneath his frame as he pinned you down. That sound you made had his cock twitching inside his pants, member already growing hard and throbbing with rushing blood. He made sure to let you know by rutting himself against your clothed pussy, his hardness big enough to poke at your entrance through the layers of clothing. You bit your lips, so hard you could've drawn blood, just too keep yourself from moaning at the friction, your pussy already becoming slick and dampening your panties.

Then he was pulling back, earning a confused sound out of you, which then turned to a cry when a large hand crept up to the top of your dress, pulling it down to free your breasts and let them bounce bare for him. You tried to cover yourself on instinct, but Touya caught both of your wrists and held them down.

"God, I had missed these two. Now I remember why I started calling you sugartits." He chuckled lowly, one hand letting go of your wrist just to grope one of your breasts.

Fingers roughly sinking into the soft flesh before he drew his hand back, and slapped your breast, hard. It made a dry sound only matched by the cry you tried to muffle with your free hand. It stung, it hurt, you could swear that it burned. Then he slapped the other breasts as well, flesh jiggling as the skin turned red and raw, nipples become hard and stiff.

"Fuck, Touya...!!" You hissed through gritted teeth, and he only laughed. "D-Don't do that so suddenly."

"What? You used to love that, don't tell me you and Natsu don't do shit like this?" Of course you didn't. It was so different that being with Natsuo, the heat, the roughness, it was nothing like when he gently made love to you. This was not what you wanted, not anymore, and yet...you felt that familiar arousal in your gut, the tingly sensation in your core as more slickness dripped from your folds.

Touya was soon leaning over one of your tender breasts, mouth latching to the nipple and teeth scrapping the pebbled skin around the puffy areolae, his tongue lapping around the nipple, you could feel his tongue-piercing against the skin. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked with fervor into his greedy mouth, drool and spit coating your chest.

"Hey wait!! Don't leave marks, don't leave m—oooh!!" He growled against your breast and you felt his teeth bitting at the flesh, your toes curled and you threw your head back with a pitiful whine. That definitely was going to leave a mark, he did it on purpose.

Just like he purposely lifted the hem of your dress and ripped your panties off you like a savage. You hated the memories it brought, of the countless pairs of panties you had lost this way when you were with him, Natsuo never did things like this.

Natsuo was not like this, he was gentle and sweet and—

The abrupt feeling of two fingers breaching through your outer pussy lips and into the heat of your core had your back arching, eyes wide open and tears pricking your eyes because the sudden intrusion. Dabi's long digits slid inside of your pulsating walls, the slippery flesh wrapping around them as you involuntarily clamped down. You moaned, barely muffling the sound using now both of your hands to cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to stop making noises.

"Fuck, baby you are still tight as shit." He spoke with his mouth still muffled against your breast, you could feel the shit-eating grin on his face. "I thought I'd have to prepare you a little more, but you are nice and wet, ready for my cock."

No, you weren't ready. You didn't want to be ready, you were doing this for you and Natsuo, and that was it. Shaking your head, Touya only snickered mockingly, as if he knew better, but he didn't. He absolutely didn't, whatever you two had was in the past, and you didn't want to be fucked by any other man than your boyfriend!!

"Just make it quick, please..."

"That depends on how good you squeeze me, baby."

Touya pulled back, hands unbuckling his belts and pulling down his pants. Your eyes almost bulging out of your head at the sight of his hard cock as it sprung free, bobbing against his abdomen with a pearly dollop of precum dribbling from the supple head, his shaft was as long and thick as you remembered, a pulsating vein on the underside that went from the head to the bushy white hair at his base.

You hated yourself for moaning at the sight, for being so weak. Touya somehow didn't make fun on you for that, he was too busy grabbing your ankles and pulling you down towards him, his own eyes fixated on the sight of your soaked pussy. The look of his eyes was ravenous and absolutely enthralled, his breath had quickened as he stared at the pretty slick flesh, bringing his cock to your puffy pussy lips, sandwiching his it in between them and sliding himself up and down, coating himself in your wetness.

It was driving you crazy with need, a maddening need that was awakening after years. And something you hated yourself for, feeling that fire in your loins in a way you never felt with Natsuo. You hated yourself for wanting to be fucked the way Touya used to fuck you.

"Oh, baby. I'm not even inside and you're already squirming." He grinned down at you, watching you through half-lidded eyes burning with lust.

"Shut up! Please just...just...ohh."

You didn't know what were you were begging for, but it didn't matter when you felt the tip of his cock positioned at your entrance, before the feeling of him entering you slowly, he wanted your every muscle to feel every part of him. A violent wave of pleasure rocked your body, Touya's cock stretched your walls like no one else could, even after years it was like your pussy had never forgotten the feeling and shape of him, welcoming him into your heat and betraying your need to cling to your convictions.

"Holy shit, oh fuck...this is what I was talking about. Best pussy I've ever had." You heard him pant and moan above you, his mouth gasping for air with eyes shut, like he was savoring the best feeling in the entire world. Your fleshy walls were sucking him in like crazy, he shuddered grabbing you by the hips with his large hands. "Hnng, so tight, fuck...it's like you're trying to rip my dick off. You sure Natsuo's been fucking you enough? Can't believe you're still so tight."

"S-Shut up!! Don't...bring him up now...please."

You couldn't stop wishing that Touya would just start moving already, fuck you already, in your heart you apologized to Natsuo over and over, you were doing it for your sakes, you were doing it for him.

"You are right, let's forget about him. Right now, this pussy belongs to me."

Touya pulled out his length until only the head was nudging at your heat, before he slammed his entire cock back in until he was balls deep inside, filling you up entirely. The head of his cock could almost hit the entrance of your cervix, god he was so big, it was different than Natsuo, he reached deeper than anyone you had ever had, you felt absolutely stuffed.

Gasping for air, you clung to his shoulders, trying to remember how to breath. But Touya didn't give you any chance to adjust before he began thrusting himself in and out your pussy, scrapping your walls with his cock following a brutal, bruising pace that had you pinned down against the futon as Touya jackhammered himself into you.

"T-Touya, fuck, fuck." It hurt, it really fucking hurt, and yet your body was craving that pain and heat you had been deprived from for so long, and you hated yourself so much for it, tears started to run down your cheeks.

Touya watched you with furrowed brows, licking his lips at the erotic sight of your bruised tits bouncing like crazy, but it wasn't until he noticed your tears that he felt himself swelling up inside you, cock harder than ever before. He leaned over you, face inches away from yours with his tongue out. He lapped at your salty tears, groaning in pleasure.

"Dabi, call me Dabi...for old times sake...oh fuck" He whispered against your skin, his hand leaving your hip to delve down towards your clit. He started playing with that little bundle of nerves, flickering it until you were just about to lose your mind, dizziness making you feel near to fainting.

"Dabi...!!"

You orgasm ripped through you violently, abruptly, toes curling and mind going black before you knew it, before you could even hope to do anything about it. Your walls were clamping around Touya and coating his cock in your release.

"Fuuuuuuck..." He groaned, you were so impossibly tight around him he almost came in that very moment.

You went limp, exhausted, but he kep fucking you until he reached his own release soon after. His cock throbbed, and you feel the warmth of his cum inside you as he filled you up in a sloppy creampie, and god he came a lot, jets of semen coated your insides until your womb was filled to the brim. You felt his cock softening inside, before he pulled out.

"That was great, babe. I knew you were the best." He sighed lightly and content, smiling shamelessly at the mess he made of your pussy, cum flooding out of your hole. "You didn't even tell me to pull out."

You tried to get up, but your body ached already, so you remained on your back with him still on top.

"The pictures...delete them."

"Nah, I don't think so."

The fact those words only shocked you halfway was perhaps sadder than him playing you for a fool again.

"You promised..." You said softly, weakly smacking Touya in the chest, barely phased anymore.

"I'm a bastard, sugartits. Can't lose my number one slut that easily, not when I finally found you again."

What an absolute douchebag.

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Natsuo knocked on the bathroom door, worriedly calling your name.

"Hey, [Name]? Are you okay? You've been gone for a bit."

After a moment, you replied, opening the door and exiting the bathroom. Seeing Natsuo's relieved smile made you so happy, and you smiled back.

"Don't tell your parents but I got lost, so it took me a bit to find the bathroom." You said with an embarrassed expression, voice to match, distress that was in a way still real.

"Oh no, I knew I should've accompanied you." Natsuo sighed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry love, but didn't you see my brother? I told him to tell you where to go if he saw you."

You quickly shook your head. Hoping that the toilet paper you held between your legs would keep Touya's cum from spilling out.

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That night, when everyone had fallen asleep. You sneaked out of your room, careful not to wake up Natsuo. You planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips, gazed at him lovingly. You were doing it for you and Natsuo. You keep telling yourself.

Hearing a soft knocking sound, Touya smiled to himself. He walked to open the door of his bedroom to find you there, fingers lifting the hem of your dress to show your naked pussy underneath. Folds already glistening with the fluids of your arousal.

You heart was doing it for Natsuo.

But your body would always do it for Touya.

[lilxberry]

The Guilt Of A Lover - Natasha Romanoff

Synopsis;

You tend to be quite off-put by other women when you’re with the love of your life, even feeling guilty when there truly is no need to for you to feel so. Natasha herself tells you as such.

Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Jealous Natasha. Oblivious and paranoid reader. Pretty much it tbh.

Words: 2,072

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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You sat there, admiring your red headed girlfriend as she took down yet another agent in training. You were always in awe of how he body moved when she was up against an opponent. Plus, you had a great view of her ass right now so were as happy as can be during your break from training. 

Natasha looked at you and sent a cheeky, subtle wink towards you. You grinned at her like a fool. She was in every way the perfect woman for you. She’s the woman 

Just as you stood up and took a final gulp of water from your bottle, ending your break, one of the trainees, a young blonde girl, steeping in front of you, blocking your path.

“Hey, I was wondering if you could train with me and help me out with my stance.” Josie-Jessie-Jade, you hadn’t really cared to remember her name, asked as she played with a strand of her hair, twirling it around her slender, manicured finger. A tell-tale sign of flirting which you hadn’t noticed.

But Natasha did.

The girl had been flirting with you non-stop during the training sessions you helped lead. She had always found an issue which you just so happened to be the only one who could fix it. ‘Not like there’s any other superiors she could ask.’ Natasha thought bitterly as she watched on from the corner of her eye.

“Uh-sure. Why don’t you get into position and I’ll see what needs you’re doing wrong.” You instructed the young girl who giggled as she turned to get back on to the matt.

Once there, she plants her feet atop the cool surface, raising her arms out in front of her and bending her knees ever so slightly, sticking her ass further out than nessicary. 

You sighed heavily through your nose as you witness her positioning. ‘How did this girl even get as far as she has with S.H.I.E.L.D..’ You leisurely walked towards her, noting what she should do to make improvements.

“For starters, your knees are bent too much, that can throw you off balance.” You tap her knees until you’re satisfied with the amount they’re straightened. You proceeded to move her feet so they face a more efficient direction. Lastly, you moved to behind her, ready to correct her flimsy, half-arsed positioning of her arms.

“Your arms should be more bent. Bring your elbows towards your body, this will help you protect yourself.” You gripped her elbows with a gentle but firm grip, pulling them back inwards towards her torso. 

As your arms reach around each side of her, she pushes herself back into you, her back being forced to come into contact with your chest. “Like this?” She feigns innocence as she asks in a sickly-sweet voice, puffing her chest out, making them fall into your line of sight. 

You clear your throat and quickly detach yourself from her, making sure you advert your gaze from her eyes as she turns around. “Yeah, just like that. Keep practicing.” With that, you walk out of the training room hastily, leaving Josie-Jess-Jade confused and frustrated.

Natasha notices your quick departure and frowns, concerned about the one she loves. 

She turns her gaze towards the younger girl, a burning anger in her eyes as she stares for a moment. Natasha swore she would find out what was wrong later. 

Oh boy, she sure did. 

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Natasha had yet to see you all day after training had concluded. She could tell something had upset you and had a possible reason as to why you were so quick to exit the room.

Ever since you two had started dating, you had always been mindful and concerned of your girlfriend, putting her before yourself. She knew that you hated the idea of hurting her or betraying her and whenever you thought you had, you would be over cumbered with guilt and then profusely apologize after some time to scold and punish yourself with horrid thoughts.

For as long as Natasha had known you, you had never betrayed her once. The multiple occasions you’ve said you had done so was purely an overreaction on your part. 

--- flashback ---

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look at her. You know I’d never look at anyone else in the way I look at you. I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me.” You spoke as you buried your face into the crook of her neck, holding her tightly, afraid that if you loosened your vice like grip around her waist for a millisecond, she’d leave in an instant. You’re breathing was erratic, clearly panicking about whether she’ll leave you ‘cause of your ‘slip up’.

“Y/N, seriously, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Natasha soothed into your ear, stroking your hair gently. “Just because you happened to look up from your phone the same time as that girl bent down, it doesn’t mean you messed up. It’s not like you were actively looking at her tits baby.” She cooed, trying to add humour into the situation but you clearly felt just as guilty as you did before.

“Babe, the fact that you looked away instantly just shows you not only have respect for me and our relationship, but to other women as well is one of the reasons I love you but please stop feeling guilty for something that’s not worth it.” Natasha continued.

You planted a small kiss upon Natasha’s shoulder before fully raising your head to look down at your girlfriend. “I love you.” You spoke quietly, afraid what would happen if your voice raised even a decibel higher.

Natasha looked into your eyes, still seeing the guilt you hold behind them and sighed. “I love you too, Y/N. Now, how about we finally head down to the living room for movie night?” She smiled as a small smile had broken on to your face also.

“Sure.” You grabbed her hand, interlocking your fingers with her before leaving your shared bedroom and heading to the elevator, ready to wrap your arms around your girlfriend on the couch whilst you and the rest of the Avengers watch Short Circuit.

--- end of flashback ---

Natasha has always loved your honestly and dislike towards disloyalty within relationships but sometimes, she felt as though you sometimes overreacted when someone flirts with you. 

She hates how you beat yourself up when you feel guilty about something you couldn’t have done anything about in a situation you were thrown into unwillingly.

As she walked along the hallways of the compound, she noted Steve, Bucky, Sam and Clint further up in the direction she was headed towards talking. Once Natasha got closer to the quartet of men, she asked of your whereabouts. 

“Last I heard, she was down in the lab, sitting quietly with Bruce and Tony.” Clint had answered his friend. The other three men nodded in agreement.

Natasha smiled in thanks before making her way towards the main lab that usually occupies Tony, Bruce and yourself.

finally reaching the lab, she was about to open the door when she heard the voices of the three of you talking clearly.

“I still feel bad, man. Whether something was on accident or not shouldn’t be an excuse for that.” You said in a solemn, guilt-ridden tone. “What makes you think she’ll say yes to marrying me if I’m constantly looking at other people!”

Natasha’s breath hitches at the mention of marriage. You wanted to marry her. A huge grin made its way on to her face, cheeks nearly splitting at how far her lips had upturned. The rest of your conversation was all but muted to her as she thought of being your wife.

Before the three could continue with their conversation, Natasha had opened the door and alerted you and the science bros of her entrance. She smiled widely towards you whilst you looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming truck. She paced quickly towards you then surged forward to connect her lips to yours.

Your eyes had widen in shock before quickly closing as you melted into the kiss, responding to the affection with just as much emotion. You held on to her hips with a feather-like touch, as if afraid she’ll break whilst her arms snake their way around your neck, pulling you deeper into her kiss. 

Before either of your lungs could collapse in on their selves from lack of oxygen, you broke apart. She grinned up at you as you looked down at her with a dazed expression embedded into your features. You hadn’t even noticed the pair of scientists leave their lab to give you two some much needed alone time.

“So, you wanna marry me, huh?” Natasha whispered in a playful tone. The blissful and content expression was quickly wiped off of your face as she said that and was quickly replaced with a deep red blush and a look of embarrassment at the fact that you had been caught red handed.

“I-uh-I,yeah, I uh-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a month now but I guessed it was never the right time.” You chuckled and smiled sheepishly down at your girlfriend.

“Or is it because whenever you plan to ask, you “mess up” and have to apologize.” Natasha had added air quotes around mess up as she truly believed that you have never done so once. Obviously, you’d beg to differ.

You looked down guiltily, scared to look the red head in the eye. “I’m sorry. I know I messed up again. She asked for my help and then I just kinda saw them. I’m so sorry. I get if you want to bre-”

You were cut off by Natasha gently pressing her soft lips to yours, them moulding together perfectly. She pulled away just as quickly as she had initiated the kiss and leaned her forehead on yours. “Ask me.” She whispers, eyes searching your own for something neither of you knew truly what for.

“What?”

“Ask me. That is, if you still wan to marry me.”

Realisation quickly crossed your features. It was almost comical how your eyes had widened and your mouth drop open into an ‘O’ as you frantically search your pockets for the velvety box.

Soon enough, you found the cuboid container and grasped it into your hand as you retracted it from your pocket in a tight grip. You dropped down on to one knee and cleared your throat at least 20 times before you attempted to speak. 

“Natasha,” The clearing of your throat had apparently not mattered as your voice had still broken into a higher pitch when you spoke her name. Quickly clearing your throat of the dry lump, you attempted your proposal once again. “Natasha, will you marry me? I did have a whole speech about two papers long but I forgot it, sorry.” Your sheepish smile barely concealed your nervousness as you waited for an answer.

“Yes, Y/N, yes I will marry you.” Natasha spoke as she nodded vigorously. You were stunned for a moment before speedily recomposing yourself and pulled the ring from the box to place upon your now fiancé’s finger. 

After you slipped the simple yet elegantly beautiful ring upon her slender, pale finger, she tugged you up with a huge burst of strength before once again plummeting her lips on to yours, kissing you feverishly, conveying both of your love for each other.

The kiss was soon broke and both your eyes had opened to reveal each others beaming smiles towards their loved one. “I think we should tell the others.” Natasha suggested.

“We already know. congratulations. Now, don’t fuck in my lab.” Tony spoke, soon followed by a scalding from Bruce and congratulations from the rest of the Avengers.

“Maybe we should do Banner and Stark a favour and keep their lab sanitary.” You chucked as you spoke. “There are a million places more comfortable that a lab for those kind of activities.”

“Well then, lead the way.” Natasha spoke with a hint of playfulness.

You smirked and grabbed the back of her thighs, signifying her to jump, which she did so gracefully, wrapping her legs around your torso and your hands move to hold her up by her ass. “Yes ma’am.”

And with that, you left with your fiancé to consummate your engagement with the love of your life, leaving behind the guilt of a non-existent issue.

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Yo I am in love with every female marvel character I swear

My first Natasha fic which I really enjoyed writing

I hope you enjoy

And as always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

[miraculouslytriz]

Loneliness

Adrinette one-shot

Post-reveal/pre-relationship

Okay, I assume everyone has seen weredad, specially if you’re a marichat clown like me. Anyway, during Marinette’s dramatic monologue when Chat turned her down, she says something about her hamster name being loneliness and there’s no way Adrien doesn’t mention that when they go get one and this is what my mind came up with lol

The second they stepped inside the pet shop, Marinette knew something was up. Adrien seemed excited. Too excited. Not that there were something wrong with that, Adrien’s happiness was contagious and sweet and she loved it but that was different.

Mischievous. That’s what she decided it was. That chat-noir-grin-like. It meant he was up to something she wasn’t going to enjoy, or at least she would pretend wouldn’t. God, it was going to be a pun, wasn’t it? Well, she did know where she was getting herself into.

“Girl, are you ready to finally get your first hamster?” Alya asked, specking the shelves fulled with rations in front of them. It was all dog food, so they were definitely in the wrong section. “You’ve dreamed about this forever. Even more than you have dreamed about marrying A-“

“Excited! Yes. I’m excited. Suuuuuuper excited, Alya.” She squealed, jumping back almost falling off her feet. Her body stayed in place by two hands holding her waist. She looked down, slowly as she gulped. Even his hands were hot. How could she get used to that?

How could she get used to Adrien Agreste being her partner? They had always been very comfortable touching each other as Ladybug and Chat Noir, but that was it. They were Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not Adrien and Marinette. Marinette used to not even be able to complete a full sentence without falling or screaming or running away or fainting or wanting to hide inside a hole for the rest of her life.

And now that was all changed. Because there was no way she would just let him pun non-stop forever, mask on or off.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, firming his hands on her waist. Her cheeks burning harder with his touch. Adrien or Chat Noir, she was still Marinette Dupain-Cheng and he was the hottest person in Paris or in France, or in the whole world. “Can I let go now or staring at my beautiful green eyes keep you at the ground? Because I was really hoping they’d sweep you off your feet, princess.” Adrien leaned closer to whisper right into her ear.

And here she thought she couldn’t get even more flustered. Saying she was red would be the biggest understatement of the century.

How long did she kept staring at him? Too long, maybe. But he didn’t seem to mind. The smirk on his face only confirmed that he was enjoying every second of it and it wasn’t fair. She was Ladybug, so her job was to bring justice to Paris and that was exactly what she was going to do.

“I’m fine. And my feet are more than comfortable on the ground, thank you.” She replied, rolling her eyes. Her hand landed on his left arm as her smirk grew and her fingers tightened. “Otherwise, how would I hold you when you start to fall for me, chaton?”

Adrien chocked. Burning from the top of his ears to the end of his neck, he fell. Butt to the ground, red as a ladybug. Marinette only grinned, resting her arm in the shelf next to her harder than she predicted because soon it gave in. And she went with it. Lied on next to the fallen products who she prayed that wasn’t damaged and on Adrien’s chest.

She held her eyes shut as Nino and Alya came to their rescue. Maybe if she kept them shut, they would assume she past out and they would be worried and her embarrassment wouldn’t be so enormous.

“Marinette, are you okay? Are you hurt?” If he didn’t sound so worried, she would have followed her plan. But she couldn’t leave her kitty worry about her without an need, akumas were enough worrying for them both.

“I’m fine, Adrien. You?” She asked lifting her body enough to shift in his direction. “My clumsiness didn’t ruin your perfect face, did it? Because I’m pretty sure you’re father would’ve sued me.” She ignored the fact that she just called his face perfect, well, to his face. It was true but she didn’t had to say it to him.

“My perfect face is fine, thank you.” Adrien chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about my father, Marinette, I would never let anything happen to you.” He added, seriously. But when she looked up at him, he was smiling. Adrien’s sweet smile. Chat’s sweet smile.

With Alya’s help, Marinette reluctantly left Adrien’s hot and warm body — because those were two different things and now it was clear — and stood back on her feet as Nino helped Adrien do the same.

“Now, I can see why you’re father didn’t want you out, bro! Imagine how many things you two would have destroyed together if it weren’t for me and Alya.” Nino teased, leaving Adrien to keep his balance alone. “‘Adrien Agreste: perfect model or perfect property wrecker?’ Your father would have a heart attack.”

“He definitely would.” Adrien confirmed, laughing.

Marinette smiled. It was good seeing him like that.

She couldn’t help but yelp when Alya’s elbow poked her. Marinette turned to her with an questioning eyebrow. “What was that for, Alya?”

“You really fell hard for that boy.” Alya smirked. Arm landing on Marinette’s shoulder as they watched the boys help the staff fix the mess.

“Alyaaaa.” She whined, hiding her face between Alya’s collarbone and shoulder.

“I’m meant it, girl. You fell really hard. Are you okay?” Alya joked. Embracing her in a hug, Marinette groaned another ‘I’m fine’.

“Are the two of you helping or just watching us do the dirty work?” Nino asked, fixing his cap.

Adrien rolled his eyes smiling, he honestly didn’t mind doing all the work. If it was to help his lady, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do. But spending some more time with her would be great too.

“I think we’re just gonna watch, right, Mari?” Alya answered, searching from some kind of response in Marinette’s part. Who just left her hiding place and went in their direction, leaving her behind.

“Alya, I love you, but I’m not your servant. Get your cute ass here, please.” Nino asked again, sitting an package of dog food in the now fixed shelf. They all went quiet for a second, holding their breath before they all burst all laughing, ignoring the judgmental glare the staff gave them.

…

“Okay, now that everything is back on place...” Alya begun, fixing her glasses. “Could we just grab that hamster and leave before we’re banished for life because of the shenanigans of monsieur Agreste and mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng?”

“We just need to find the right one, Alya. You don’t want me to get the wrong one and be miserable for the rest of my life, do you?” Marinette babbled, crouching to watch the hamsters eye to eye.

“Don’t you mean lonely, Marinette?” Adrien asked, leaning against Nino.

Marinette cringed, confused. “No, I meant miserable.”

They were all so cute, sure there were some cuter than other but overall they were adorable. She found one that grabbed her attention, all white and the smallest of them all. It was upside down, trying to get back up. Marinette pitted it, taping the glass. The littles eyes turned to her and she began whispering cheers that were inaudible to human ears.

“Go, little guy or-“ She stopped, checking the tiny hamster one more time. “Little guy. You can do it! I know you can, you’re stronger than you think.”

Slowly, with Marinette’s cheering, the tiny hamster got back on his feet and looked at her. And then she knew it was that little guy who was going home with her.

“That’s the one.” Marinette assured, straightening herself and turning to them.

“Are you sure, girl? I mean, I don’t want you to be miserable for the rest of your life. You can take your time.” Alya teased, lowering her phone and grabbing Nino’s free hand.

“Alyaaa.” She whined, holding back a smile.

They all smiled and went to the cashier, holding the hamster’s cage.

“Do you have a name, Mari?” Adrien interrupted, grinning. “I don’t know… maybe Loneliness.” He mentioned, lending the hamster’s supplies to the cashier after greeting her.

“Loneliness? Why would I name him that?” Marinette asked confused, stepping closer to them. Fidgeting her gaze to her purse, sharing an subtle smile to Tikki then grabbing her wallet.

“You told me that was what you’d name him.” He confessed leaving Nino’s side and walking towards Marinette, stopping only 2 feet away.

“I never told you that.”

“Are you sure, purr-cess?” He whispered in her right ear, grinning. Marinette flustered, hand blocking her mouth, held a gasp

This is what he was up to.

Everything was clear now. He was talking about that day.

The day after her brilliant idea of telling Chat Noir she was in love with him to protect her identity and her father turned out akumatized. What a day. Oh, and when she dramatically yelled her monologue about being alone forever and getting a hamster. And naming him Loneliness. He was definitely not letting her live out that day.

“Um… guys?” Nino called, shaking his hand.

“What?” She screamed, gaining the stares of the whole line behind them.

“You two are holding the line, Mari. You already payed, we can leave now. We should at least.” Alya added, swinging the backpack full of the new animal’s things.

Marinette groaned, grabbing Adrien’s hand and leaving that place. Hoping her embarrassment stayed there.

“So is it going to be Loneliness?” Adrien questioned, squeezing her hand with a smile.

“Adrien.” She groaned, stealing her hand back and rushing to try to keep up with Alya and Nino, who were too far ahead.

“Princess, that’s a special name.” He assured, smirking. “Think about it. Who else would have a hamster named Loneliness?”

“Exactly. No one in their right mind would name it that, Adrien.” She retorted, glaring at him. “Kitty, I’m not gonna name my hamster loneliness because of that day.”

“But, Marinette, you said-“

“Ugh, I know what I said okay. But you know why I said it.” Marinette interrupted, turning to him. Forcing him to stop to.

“Hey, if you’re worried that by naming him that you are actually gonna end up alone forever, don’t be.”

Well, she actually wasn’t but still. He seemed to be holding back something. Maybe something, she wanted to hear.

“How do you know that?”

“Because, princess” He leaned closer to her, cupping her face in his hands. “My lady, I may not have 9 lives, but I guarantee that I’ll spent this one with you.”

Her mind cracked. And her heart exploded.

And his smile. The way he was smiling to her, only to her. She wanted to kiss him. Could she kiss him? Would this be the right time? She didn’t know.

“Um. I was- you- me, uh.” She spluttered, not taking her eyes off of his. That green was sparkling so bright. “Are you just saying this so I’ll name him Loneliness?”

“Ouch, princess. “Adrien faked an offended look and put a hand on his chest. “I would never.”

“You know the worst thing?” Plagg’s head popped out of Adrien’s white buttoned shirt, frowned. “He actually would never. He meant every word and made me nauseous while rehearsing it. I almost don’t feel like eating.”

“Plagg!” Adrien hissed, shoving Plagg back into the pocket inside. “I’m sorry. I didn’t- okay, maybe I did rehearse a little. Yeah, sorry. I’m weird.”

“Adrien.” She called, lifting his head with her hand cupping it. “Kitty. You, me, Tikki and Plagg will be together for the rest of our lives.” He smiled. “Oh, and don’t let me forget, chaton. Loneliness will be with us too.”

“Oh, my god, can I kiss you right now?” Adrien whispered, leaning closer. Stoping only a few centimeters away from her.

“Please kiss me right now.” She begged, not really caring how desperate she sounded.

They leaned in, closing their lips together. She was kissing Adrien Agreste. Better yet, she was kissing her Kitty. And nothing mattered anymore. Why didn’t she decide to name her hamster Loneliness before? She didn’t know and it didn’t matter. She was kissing the love of her life. Loneliness could wait 3 minutes. Or maybe 5. Yeah, 5.

[certifiedskywalker]

Pomegranate Chapstick - Peter Parker

It’s Winter in New York City. Not that movie magic kind of Winter that reeks of mistletoe and Hallmark channel cliches. No, it’s no longer the Holiday Season and everyone is back to school after Winter Break. Peter Parker is happy to be back because being back means being able to see you again. Though, something is different about you but he just can’t place it.

“What is it?”

“Y/N…”

“Yeah?” Ned looked in the same direction as Peter, who, suddenly self conscious, turned his friend back around to face him. “What is it?”

“Don’t, don’t look! I just…” Peter found that his eyes trailed back over to where you talking with MJ. Your eyes were bright, hands gesturing about you as your friend shared you into a passion. Despite your movements, Peter found himself drawn back to your smile.

“Something’s different,” he finished, “but I don’t know what.” 

“It’s only been like two weeks. It was Christmas literally a few days ago.” Peter glanced warily at Ned before he looked back to you. You were still smiling. The sight made his chest tighten, stole his breath directly from his lungs. “Pete?”

“You remember Homecoming,” Peter pointed out as he met Ned’s eyes, “that all happened in a week and I almost died. Twice! Anything could have happened over break.”

Peter let his eyes wander back to you. Whatever MJ was discussing with you was enthralling. You were completely consumed, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Slightly hidden under all of the layers of Winter clothing you were wearing, you looked warm, aflamed and bright. Suddenly, you threw your head back, laughing at something MJ had said.

The sound sent a shiver down Peter’s spine that he tried to pass off as a response to the cold. He pulled the sleeves of his jacket over his chilled hands and adjusted the strap of his backpack that dug into his shoulder. Ned blinked at him a few times, too close of a friend to not notice Peter’s nervous ticks. 

Eventually, Ned glanced over in your direction too. “Well, Y/N seemed alright. We had Advanced Geometry together and we talked.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Really? Did anything happen?”

“From what Y/N said, your Winter break was way more eventful, Spiderman.” 

Peter knocked the back of his hand against Ned’s shoulder to hush him. Classmates continued to file out of the school, laughing and chatting about the less than glorious return to academia. Peter eyed them all as they stepped down the stairs to the streets of the city. None of his peers seemed to have picked up on Peter’s secret. Satisfied his identity was safe, Peter glanced at Ned with a warning balanced in his frown.

“Sorry,” Ned said, raising his hands. 

“Gotta be more careful.” Peter glanced around at the faces of his classmates once more. Everyone was too caught up in leaving school for the day to notice the worried look on his face. All except you when Peter accidentally met your eyes. Quickly, he tore his gaze away and stared directly, wide-eyed, at Ned.

“What?”

“Y/N.” Ned glanced over in your direction.

“Headed over with MJ. Why?”

Peter’s face warmed to the point where the scarf wrapped around his jaw was pointless. “And? Does...is...do I look okay?”

Ned squinted before his lips broke into a wide grin. A laugh rattled in his chest and Peter felt a fresh wave of panic wash over his shoulders. 

“What?! Do I look-”

“Hey losers,” MJ greeted, standing by your side. Peter glanced at the curly-haired girl before he saw you gently elbowed her shoulder. He met your eyes and felt his lips instinctively curl up in a lopsided smile.

“Hi,” Peter said softly as he tried to steady his breathing. Now, with you closer, he tried to study you, sleuth out what was different.

“Hey! Do you guys wanna do something? Hang out?” 

Your smile was still as bright as your eyes as you asked. Maybe it was the ruddiness in your cheeks, spurred on by the cold that made you seem changed? No, that was too simple. 

“Nah, I gotta work,” MJ said. 

“Wow, you got a job?” Ned asked, causing Peter to glance away from your face for a moment. When he looked back to you, Peter found that you were looking at him. Though, you quickly looked to MJ, waiting for her reply.

“Yeah, over break. At the QuikMart.”

Maybe you got a haircut or, possibly, you dyed your hair and the color was fading back to it’s natural tone. Aunt May had dyed her hair a dark red one year. Peter remembered thinking there was blood in the tub when the pigment started to wash out. Though, even with his ‘Spidey-vision’, as Ned called it, Peter couldn’t detect a color.

“Awesome. Can you get me free slushies?” 

“Bro, I don’t even get free slushies,” MJ replied, frowning at Ned. “I gotta go, can’t be late. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“See ya,” you said, waving off your friend as MJ walked along the snowy sidewalks. Peter swallowed hard when you looked back to him and Ned. “What about you two?”

“I told my mom I’d be back after school to help her with my lola, my grandma.” Peter’s brow furrowed and he turned his head to look at Ned. “Really? You need help?”

“No, she’s coming over to make some food,” Ned explained as he started down the steps of the school. “I’m mom’s moral support.”

“Oh…”

“Well, have fun with that,” you said, bringing Peter’s eyes back to focus on you. “Maybe next time then.”

Ned let out another laugh. It was eerily similar to the laugh he gave Peter when he asked if he looked okay. Something about the sound made Peter’s stomach twist. 

“You two have fun!” Ned’s shout disappeared after him, down the sidewalk and into the city. His words left you and Peter alone. You glanced back to him with a soft smile on your lips. Peter couldn’t help but smile back at you, even though he did so nervously. His eyes flickered up to yours then back to your lips.

While your smile was unchanged, still yours and beautiful, he kept coming back to your lips. It had to be your lips that were different and Peter leaned in slightly to figure out how. Your eyes widened slightly and Peter’s face burned with realization.

“Uh, sorry,” Peter shifted back and let his gaze fall. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“I-I...to be honest, I don’t know. I just missed you over Winter break. Missed, all of you, I mean. MJ and Ned, and you.” You held Peter’s eyes for a fleeting glance before you busied yourself wiping snow off the steps with your boot. 

“Yeah, I,” Peter felt his chest tightened again, “I missed you too, Y/N.”

You looked back up at him, met his brown eyes and gave him a closed-lip smile. Silence fell over the two of you but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was easy, not tension filled and heavy. Being with you was always easy for Peter but this new nervousness that bloomed over Winter break was difficult to manage. He couldn’t let his eyes linger on you too long until fear took hold.

The silence too had its limit. “We should head over to the library maybe. You have Ms. Turner for chem, right? We could study together if you want.”

Peter fought the urge to cringe as his suggestion. In his head, it sounded better, more thought through. He had missed you and wanted to spend time with you. So, naturally, he had to recommend the quiet library. Maybe he was the one that was different, more awkward.

“Sure, yeah!” You started down the steps and Peter trailed after you. “She’s new and I’m a bit nervous about how she tests.”

“I’m nervous too,” Peter agreed as he fell into step beside you. “About the test.”

Peter glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and saw that you were already looking at him. Quickly, you both looked away from the other and started to walk silently towards the library. Every so often, Peter felt your gloved hand against the skin of his bare knuckles. Each time you touched him, a new sense of curiosity struck him. This quietness was different, he wasn’t sure that he liked it, and your hidden change still gnawed at him.

Mr. Stark had given Peter many words of wisdom. Always ask questions was, seemingly, his motto when it came to his ‘internship’. Though, Peter couldn’t find the words. Everytime he did, he second guessed. 

Hey, what did you get up to over break? New style? No, no, no! It had to be your smile. He was stuck on your smile, your lips. 

Finally, with nerves and desperation bubbling up inside, Peter let the words come out without thinking. “Y/N, are you wearing like lipstick or something?”

You laughed, drawing the attention of those around you. The last crosswalk before the library was fast approaching and Peter needed to find out what had changed before you were both doomed to a respectable quiet. 

“Lipstick? No, I am wearing tinted chapstick though.”

“Oh,” Peter’s brow furrowed, “I guess maybe that’s what’s different.”

“Different?” At your amused tone, Peter looked at you, brown eyes searching your face. There was a softness in his eyes and stole your breath away. His lips turned up slightly at the corners, the gentlest smile you had ever seen.

“You just...you look-”

A car horn, loud, alarming, and terribly frightening ripped through the air. Peter reacted to the sound, lurching forwards and wrapping his arms around your waist. Even with your bag slung halfway on your back, Peter was able to catch you as you nearly fell into the street. The car horn faded into the distance but your attention shifted from death to Peter in an instant. 

“Beautiful,” he finished. 

Finally, it clicked. You hadn’t changed, but the way Peter saw you had. The way he saw your lips had shifted too. More enticing than ever before. 

“Peter, I…” 

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Peter said, quickly helping you back to your feet and out of the crosswalk. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you said with a swallow breath. Peter’s hands were still on you, thumbs gently rubbing your coat-covered, upper arm. Your eyes lingered on Peter, unable to tear them away.

His breath, and yours, came out in small clouds, chilled by the cold. Together, you made your own atmosphere and shared the same air. Adrenaline pumped through Peter’s veins, filled, not with curisoulity anymore, but want. He took a step closer. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yes?” You found yourself coaxed closer by his warmth. 

“Can...can I kiss you?”

You smiled again and nodded. “Yes.”

Peter leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His fingers dug into the material of your coat softly. One of your hands reached up, cupped his face and accidentally knocked his hat off of his brown curls. Neither of you cared and, instead, savored your shared late-Winter kiss. Peter’s hands trailed up your arms until they gently held your jaw, keeping your lips on his.

Peter’s eyes stayed closed and a smile plastered on his face when you pulled away. A chuckle passed over your lips when you saw how your tinted chapstick left a faint stain on Peter’s lips. Carefully, you used your thumb and wiped what residue you saw away. Peter’s eyes opened at the touch and his smile widened.

“Pomegranate?”

“You like it?”

Peter pulled you in for another kiss after saying, “I love it.”

[jeyramarie]

The lucky compass- Pogues x OC

summary: John B’s optimism took his friends on a wild goose chase, thanks to his compass. 

wc: 4,910

a/n: it’s been a while but we’re back!! so excited to work with these characters again and with my bestie @halsmultibitch . It’s gonna be amazing!! If you wanna be tagged, you can ask either one of us. Happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ 

Previously on Good Life..

They went back to the Chateau, getting onto the dock quickly putting the bag on the floor. Everyone got around John B as he opened the bag and found a metal cylinder. He unscrewed the cap and turned it upside down to let the object inside fall down to his hand. It was a compass. 

The Chateau was quiet as a warm summer breeze invaded the windows, fanning over a sleeping pogue. John B’s slumper got ruined when a loud banging came to his door. 

“DCS, I know you're in there!” the voice shouted as the pogue’s eyes opened in fear. Suddenly someone stomped on the window next to him, making him jump in surprise. 

“Whoa!” a laugh came from outside which he immediately knew it was JJ’s. 

“You should’ve seen your face, dude. Your face was like..” the blonde haired pogue said as he made a scared expression. 

They had planned to go to Ms. Lana’s house that day to ask her some questions about Big John and her husband, Scooter. John B found it extremely weird, the fact that his dad’s compass was on a dead man’s boat. Nothing was adding up. He believed Ms. Lana was the person that was going to clarify most of it. 

“I’m just saying, I don’t understand why you don’t at least try with Kiara. She clearly likes you.” JJ said as he fidgeted with his lighter while his foot stayed perched on the dash of the Twinkie. 

“She’s like ‘Oh, John B’.” he said mimicking a moaning woman. 

“Is that what she does?” John B asked, smiling at his best friend and turning his vision back to the road. 

“She’s sketching about you diving, then she kissed you.” 

“She kissed me on the cheek. It’s not like we were makin’ out.” 

“Low hanging fruit bro. Don’t pretend you don’t notice. I see it in your eyes.” JJ said, pointing at his eyes with two fingers. 

“You’re like ‘I kinda like that’ and you start blushing.” 

“I blush? How bout you?” 

“Yeah, you do and what about me?” 

“Really? I’m talking about Lani, you blush every time she’s around.” John B asked, smirking.

“Yeah, I don't think so.” JJ reached out for the compass making the shaggy haired pogue reach out too, trying to take it. 

“Hey, don’t-”

“I was just looking at it.” the blonde hair pogue said, looking at the compass. 

“I gotta admit, your father’s compass in Scooter’s boat, that’s freaky.” 

“Yeah. That’s why we’re going to talk to Ms. Lana, figure this whole thing out.” John B looked at the side of the road as they passed the Wreck to see their new friend Lani. JJ saw her and stuck his head out the window. 

“Hey! Lani!” The curly haired kook turned around and smiled when she saw the Twinkie. They stopped next to her and she placed her elbows on the window seal. 

“Sup, guys. Where are you off to?” Lani smiled as JJ messed up her hair. 

“We’re going to Ms. Lana’s. Wanna come?” 

“Yeah, sure.” She climbed into the van and sat behind the driver’s seat and settled in as John B continued to drive. They continued to talk about the compass and the boat while Lani changed out of her work shirt. 

“I’m sure she would love to talk to us. It’s not like her husband just drowned or anything.” JJ said sarcastically as he played with the compass. After a few minutes, they pulled up into Ms. Lana’s house and all of them got out. 

“Know what this house looks like? Whoever lives here smokes too much weed.” JJ said and mimicked his hands as if he was smoking. They were all staring at the colorful little hud when they heard glass break from inside the house. John B held his hand up signalling Lani to slow down. 

“Bullshit!” a manly voice shouted, making the boys and the kook stop dead in tracks. 

“Maybe we should come back.” JJ said starting to walk backwards when Lani took his arm and pulled him back. 

“We’re not going anywhere.” she whispered not wanting the intruders to hear her. 

“It’s a little too soon-”

“No, no, shut up. Shut up, JJ.” John B said hurriedly and walked closer to the house with Lani and the pogue trailing behind him. 

“Tell me where it is or i’ll fuck you up!” the man shouted followed by desperate whimpers. 

“I’ll sink you in the fucking-” another man shouted as something crashed making Lana scream. 

“You're hurting me!” 

“I-” Lani stuttered not knowing what to do as her grip on JJ’s arm got tighter.

“Shut up, come on.” John B whispered as he turned to them and back at the house, making his way closer. The closer they got the louder the shouts and whimpers were heard. John B started perching his head by the window when JJ ran to him, pulling him down and out of view in case the men saw them. 

“Still think we should stay?” the blonde pogue said, staring at his best friend and the kook that was somehow dragged into this. 

“The compass wasn’t on the boat!” a man shouted, making Lani’s eyes open wide and turn her head to the boys. 

“Where is it, Lana?!” 

“I don’t know!” she cried as loud thumps were heard near the window above the teens. Specks of paint fell on them making them look at the ground in question. 

“Is that paint?” JJ whispered, messing up his air to remove the specks. 

“Yes, it’s paint.” 

“Ugh, it got in my hair.” Lani whispered with furrowed brows as she grew annoyed by the mess. The men stated they would be leaving which made John B leave his place, getting closer to the front door. Just as he moved his head to look, the men started walking out making him quickly turn with his back pressed against the wall. The men walked down the dock and into their boats, turning on the engine. The boys looked when they were far away enough to not notice anyone.

“Dude, those are the dudes that shot at us.” JJ said, remembering that moment in the marsh. 

“Shot at you? Wh-when did that happen?” Lani asked worriedly, pulling on his arm to make him turn to her. 

“It happened a while back but Kie stopped them in the marsh.” he explained as the kook looked at him with glossy eyes. 

“Aren’t you scared? I mean, people you don't know following you with a gun is not nor-”

“Guys, come on.” John B cutt Lani off and walked up the entrance stairs with JJ trailing behind. The house was a mess, everything was broken, ripped and thrown on the floor. The doors were off the hinges and every glass was shattered. 

“Ms. Lana?” the kook called out looking around as she tried to find the definitely hurt woman. 

“Ms. Lana?” John B said going into the kitchen area and ran after he saw her sitting on the bathroom floor. 

“Hey, hey. Hey! You okay?” he asked as he kneeled next to her and touched her arm making her jump and turn to him. Many questions were thrown back and forth while JJ tried to get John to stand and leave along with Lani trying to make the blonde pogue shut up. The kook was looking out the window, making sure the men didn’t come back when she heard Ms. Lanna shout at the boys to leave. They hurried out of the hud and got into the van, quickly making their way out of there. On their way to the Chateau, they called Pope, Fallon and Kiara to meet them there to make the “meeting” a lot faster. 

They were all gathered on the porch as JJ acted out what happened, exaggerating everything of course which brought Lani to correct him all the time. 

“And we’re right outside like this.” JJ says as he acts out everything that went down at Ms. Lana’s.

“That’s not how it happened J.” she said, making Kie chuckle while Fallon rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“What would you know?” Fallon said in a bitchy annoyed attitude.

“I was there… so… I know.” the kook said kindly leaning against the porch railing.

“You were- What do you mean you were there? Did you invite her?” she asked JJ with grittiness.

“I didn’t invit-”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Everyone looked at JJ and back at Fallon, watching everything unfold. The blonde boy felt bad as he walked towards her placing his hands on her arms in a form of comfort. Fallon frowned as his thumbs rubbed her arms softly. 

“I’m not always gonna call you, Fal.” her eyes opened wide in disbelief and broke out of JJ’s hold, quickly walking into the Chateau without saying another word. Everyone else stayed quiet until the pogue continued his performance on how things went earlier that day. 

“Okay well, all we hear is bam! bam! bam. Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside.” he explained as his body manuarism moved to put his hand on the wall. John B heard as his vision stayed on the floor, thinking of what Ms. Lana said. 

“All right? And I'm just looking at him like- Wait, first off, look at this shit.” JJ said, walking towards Pope and Kie to take the paint off of his hair and onto the floor. 

“The house.” Pope started putting his hand out to push the pogue away. 

“That’s dandruff, disgusting.” Kie muttered, making Lani chuckle as she fixed her ponytail. 

“Look at all that. All right? That’s paint.” 

“We know JJ.” the kook said as she crossed her arms, leaning back on the porch. 

“At that point, I was just, like.. I’m waiting for death.” 

“You’re so dramatic, dude.” Lani laughed, making JJ go to her to start poking her sides causing her laughs to get louder. 

“Okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?” Pope asked, placing his elbows on his knees. 

“Yeah” 

“Did you get a good look at them? What did they look like?” 

“Anything. Anything’s helpful.” Kie said moving a piece of hair behind her hair as JJ parted from Lani’s side. 

“Anything we can bring to a police report?” the curly haired pogue asked, looking at Kie and back at the blonde. He stayed silent for a while as he inhaled from his vape. 

“Burly.” he said, making everyone look at him in question. Lani mouthed ‘What the fuck?’ at Kie making the pogue chuckle. 

“Burly?” Pope asked with furrowed brows not understanding what his best friend had just said. 

“Yeah, you know like-”

“That’s not very helpful.” Kie muttered, taking a deep breath as she lounged back on the chair. They continued on with the questions as JJ walked back and forth mentioning the people that went to his dad’s job. The conversation turned once he mentioned square groupers which caused Lani to lift up her head in question. 

“You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie. You do know that right?” the kook said walking across the porch to John B who seemed to be on another planet. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

“Yeah, just… thinking.” he replied, giving the kook a small smile. They both turned to the pogues to hear about the physical appearance of the “square groupers”, as JJ called them. 

“I wasn't taking little mental polaroids the entire time, man. I was under duress okay?” JJ said desperately out of breath. Pope shook his head in disbelief and leaned back on the couch. Lani chuckled and leaned on the railing as she stared at John B while he opened the compass. She was about to ask him a question when he started moving away from everyone, closer to the door as the pogues continued talking. Pope started saying stuff about the compass directly at John when he cut him off. 

“The office.” 

“What?” the kook asked behind him.

“My dad. My dad’s office. He always kept the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research.” he said as he walked into the house with everyone following behind. Fallon was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone as they all walked in. 

“What’s going on?” she asked as she stood up and walked towards JJ.

“JB thinks there’s some shit in his dad’s office.” he muttered as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. 

“I’m sorry about earlier.” 

“It’s okay.” Fallon smiled as JJ pulled her into a tight hug. Lani was the last one to walk into the house which meant that she saw the whole encounter making her look at the floor and continue to follow the rest of the pogues. Once behind Pope, John B opened the door and walked in. 

“I’ve slept over here like 600 times, and I've never seen this door open.”  the brown haired pogue stated as he walked in behind Kie. The room was filled with papers and files, along with books, all about the Royal Merchant. The pogues and the kook looked around, scared to touch anything in case John B got mad. He found a board with previous owners of the compass and after he told the stories.. Well, it was a death compass. 

“Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes.” he said as he sat down and untwisted the back cap, pulling it off. 

“What’s that?” Kie asked, noticing something scribbled on the inside. 

“That wasn’t there before.” John B stated as he squinted his eyes to read what he immediately recognized as his dad’s handwriting. 

“Can I see it?” JJ said moving next to his friend who held the compass a bit closer to his view so he could read. 

“Red- Rout- No, i think that's an A.” 

“It says Redfield.” Kie and Lani said at the same time and looked at each other as they chuckled. They started thinking about the name and what it could mean which led to John B believing it was a clue. Pope gave the suggestion that it could be an anagram. The pogues looked for some paper and a pen as John B rummaged through one of the desks. As they continued their discussion, Lani walked towards the window and looked outside, trying to think. Suddenly, a black truck pulled over next to the Twinkie making her squint her eyes to see who was driving. 

“Guys.” She started but was quickly replaced with Kie and JJ’s guesses on the anagram. 

“Guys! Somebody’s here.” Lani shouted, gaining everyone’s attention. They all walked to the window and saw two men getting out the truck and walking towards the porch. 

“Guys, guys, is that them?” Kie asked with a worried voice as her anxiety started creeping up from her feet. 

“No.” JJ muttered letting his head fall back in annoyance. 

“Is that them?” Lani asked, looking at Pope with worried eyes. JJ started giving John B the whole ‘i told you so’ speech when the pogue came and pushed him against the wall.

“Where's the gun?” He asked, holding a strong grip on the blonde’s shirt. 

“Gun? I, uh, I can’t-” 

“Now you don’t have the gun, the one time we need the gun?” Kie said desperately putting both of her hands on her head. 

“Seriously, JJ? Now you forget?” Fallon said walking back and forth starting to feel scared. The boys muttered to each other a bit more before JJ bolted out of the room. 

“John Routledge!” a man shouted, making JJ turn back to the office, almost falling.

“Come on out now! Fuck- Where’s the compass?” he shouted as the pogue entered the room quickly closing the door immediately after him. 

“Where’s the gun?” 

“They’re on the front porch, guys.” The blonde haired pogue whispered as Fallon started shaking. 

“What? Th-they're in here? What are we gonna do?” she whimpered on the verge of tears causing JJ to go over to her. He placed his hands on both her cheeks and rubbed his thumb against them, muttering comforting words into her ears. 

“Princess, it’s gonna be okay. Trust me, I’m not gonna let them hurt you.” As the pogue tried to comfort the caramel haired pogue, Lani and Pope were trying to open the window as John B stayed by the door. 

“Why is it taking so long?” Kie asked as she walked closer to the window. 

“It's painted shot.” Pope groaned as he tried to push the window open again. Lani parted from his side and moved to rummage through one of the desk drawers, looking for something sharp. 

“Okay, guys. I got it.” she whispered, holding up a letter opener quickly jamming it into the window seal. The men’s shouts got closer making everyone pressure Lani into going faster.

“I’m going as fast as I can.” 

“Well, you’re not doing enough.” Fallon whispered as she rolled her eyes. 

“Shh.” “Quiet.” Pope and John B whispered, leaning back against the door. Suddenly, one of the men started kicking the door harshly, making it break. At that exact moment, Kie and Lani pushed the window open, quickly climbing out. Fallon and JJ climbed out next, then followed by Pope and John B. The kook ran towards the chicken coop with everyone following. They all quickly crawled in making the roosters crown. JJ sat next to Lani leaving Fallon at the far end next to Pope, which caused her blood to boil. 

After some time, as John B stared through the cracks of the coop the men walked out with boxes filled with books and documents. All from Big John’s office. The rooster never shut up, making Lani anxious with the thought of being caught. 

“Do something Pope, shut him up.” JJ muttered with gritted teeth. 

“What do you want me to do?” the pogue asked, getting annoyed quickly.

“Pet it, or talk to it. I don’t know.” Kie whimpered as the noises got louder. The sound of the trunk closing was heard loudly as the chickens clucked and the roosters tried to fly around. Fallon has had enough, her anger and fear driving her to grab the rooster’s neck, pushing it hard on the floor. Until it cracked making the feathered animal go numb. Kie whimpered as she started to cry, making John B place his hand on hers while JJ wrapped his arms around Lani, pulling her to his side. He started kissing the side of her head and forehead as he comforted her with sweet words. 

“Ratter, what the hell are you doing?Let’s go!” a man shouted, making his partner place his gun back in his pants and make his way to the truck. He closed the trunk loudly, signalling the teens that the ‘square groupers’ were leaving. The sound of tires against the grabble turned less and less loud until it was safe for them to come out. John B got out first, making sure the coast was clear before everyone else followed him. The pogue got everyone in the van and started driving, ignoring everyone’s questions about their destination. The conversation continued being turned to the whole compass thing, again..

“I mean, it's obvious, right? A family heirloom. What better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to me, right?” John B rambled looking at Lani, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and back at the road. Everyone stayed quiet, giving each other sad pitiful looks until the kook broke the ice. 

“Yeah. It’s possible.” she said softly, looking at him with sad eyes. 

“It could also be possible that you’re concocting wild theories to help- Ow!” Pope yelled, holding his arm after Lani punched it, cutting him off. He looked at her to see the kook giving him a ‘why would you say that?’ look. 

“Bro, you know how I process my sad feels. Dank nugs and the stickiest of the ickies, that's how I do it.” JJ said, making Fallon raise her eyebrow thinking he was high. 

“I’m not concocting, okay? My dad’s trying to give me a message.” He looked at everyone in the van before turning back to the road.

“If it helps you believe, John B.” Kie said from behind him with sad eyes. 

“I don't need a therapy session, okay? I’m not tripping out.”

“It’s okay to trip, bro, but-” JJ shook his head as John B cut him off. 

“My dad is missing, okay? You don't know what it's like to have the person closest to you vanish and have no idea what happened to them.” Lani frowned and looked at the rest of the pogues in the van.

“It’s been almost a year.” Fallon said sadly as she placed a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“What does the message mean, anyway? Redfield?” Lani said, completely ignoring the pogue as she kept all her attention on John B. 

“Redfield, the name of his favorite place.” Right after he said that, they drove through the entrance of the lighthouse. They drove for a bit more before pulling up in front of the tall building having everyone climb out of the van. 

“Right. You’re gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?” John B said, turning to JJ. 

“Wait.. why me?” the blonde pogue pointed at himself.

“Cause you're not coming.” Pope said, making the blonde pogue turn to him. 

“Why?” 

“There are independent and dependent variables. You’re independent. We don’t know what you'll do.” 

“Shut up!” the blonde yelled pointing his finger at the curly haired pogue making Lani shake her head as she laughed. John B, then moved on to tell them to stay on the lookout as Fallon willingly went with him towards the lighthouse. 

“If we split up, we meet up at JJ’s house.” she said, walking backwards towards the fence as Kie nodded and agreed, turning back to the rest of the pogues. 

“You know, Pope, you shouldn’t really be here.” Lani said, squinting her eyes as the sun got brighter, turning to the pogues who were looking at her in question.

“Cause of the scholarship. If we get caught it’s complete destruction for him.” 

“Right, right. I forgot about that.” Kie nodded as she looked at both sides of the road, making sure no car was coming. A few minutes went by in a bit of comfortable silence as JJ and Lani played with his rubber ball while Kie and Pope stayed looking at the surrounding area. 

“What do you think is going on in there?” Pope asked, looking at the lighthouse as he placed his hand on top of his forehead to shade his eyes from the sun. 

“I have no idea.” Lani replied, catching the ball and throwing it back to JJ. 

“And then I look over and he's comforting her when I was the one that had a panic attack in the first place.” Fallon ranted as they continued to go up the stairs, “It’s like she’s stealing everything. It’s fucking crazy.”

“Fallon, you’re literally the only one that sees her as a bad person.” John B chuckles dryly as he finally reaches the door at the top of the lighthouse. 

“She is a bad person.” Fallon muttered as she crossed her arms feeling annoyed. They had found the lighthouse keeper, who started to show them where the Royal Merchant should be. He explained the coordinates and the story as they all walked around the lighthouse to stare at the island’s coast. Everything was going smoothly, until John B pulled out the compass making the man run from them.

 One thing led to another which caused the lighthouse keeper to call the police, making the pogues make a run for it. The ones that stayed on the lookout were playing around or talking when they heard the police sirens. Lani gasped as she saw the police car around the corner having JJ grab her hand quickly to start running to the van. 

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Pope did the same to Kie, both getting in the back as the other two went in the front. They drove out of there fast, leaving their friends behind as they tried to not get caught by the police. As soon as Fallon and John B, they saw the twinkie driving away making them stop. 

“Oh you have to be kidding me. Shit!” she said, running her hands through her hair. 

“Come on, this way.” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him as they started running towards the beach. 

“You’ve got to admit, that was kind of promising.” John B said out of breath as they walked along the beach getting farther and farther from the lighthouse. 

“I mean, my dad, the Royal Merchant, the ranger, the Royal Merchant. Coincidence? I don't think so!” He exclaimed as he moved his arms to make his point, turning to Fallon from time to time. 

“It’s his job to know about the wrecks, John-” 

“Okay, but the Royal Merchant?” 

“That’s the most famous shipwreck here and Redfield is one of the most common names in the OBX.” Fallon said following the pogue who never stopped walking. 

“This is a wild-goose chase, John B and a really good one.” she muttered the last part as he finally stopped and turned to her. 

“I-I don’t know, maybe we missed something at the lighthouse.” He extended his arm towards the direction where they had just walked from as Fallon shook her head and fixed her hair. 

“We should go back. You believe me, right?” She looked at the floor and then at him with pitiful eyes. 

“I think there might be some light to moderate concocting right now.” 

“Fal, come on. Seriously?” The pogue said as he took off his hat and placed it back on his head. 

“Look, I get it. You miss your dad… I know..” she said, placing her hands on his arms and pulled him in for a hug. 

“You’re losing it and I don’t want you to vanish too. So please, get it together.” Fallon said softly into his ear and parted from the hug, still remaining close. John B stared at her for a bit before he leaned in and connected his lips with hers. It lasted for a few seconds until they pulled away with shocked expressions. 

“Um.. wh-what was that?” Suddenly, he came back from the trance he was in and started to shake his head.

“I’m sorry. I- shit, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay.”

“I’m such an idiot.”

“No, it’s okay. I don't even mind… but you know those stupid rules. No pogue on pogue macking.”

“Right, yeah. Rules.” John B said immediately being cut off by police sirens. When they both turned it was Shoppe, coming to take the shaggy haired pogue. They were both taken to the police station to interrogate John B. They were able to leave a few hours later, making him take Fallon home. As he walked back to the Chateau he met with the “square groupers” again which led him to being electrocuted against a fence. 

Once at home, he felt an uncertain feeling as he looked at his father’s office. Every book and paper piling up on the desks along with the family tree board. John B grabbed most of it and took it outside, throwing it into a pile. He sprayed gasoline on it and threw a match, watching the pile turn into a big fire. Something clicked inside his head as he watched it all burn, making him take out the family board from the pile. John B quickly grabbed his keys and drove the Twinkie to pick up the pogues. Finally, stopping at the Wreck to get Fallon, who worked there in the afternoons. 

“She said she’s not coming!” Kie shouted at the pogue as she walked out of the restaurant. 

“What? Why?” Pope asked, poking his head out the van. 

“What’d you do to her, John B?” JJ asked as he turned his head to look at his friend. He got out of the van and stormed into the restaurant to talk to Fallon.

“What do you think he did?” Lani muttered as she doodled on her sketch book, sitting behind JJ. 

“I don’t know but it must've been something big.” he squinted his eyes as he stared out the van window at the docks. It took John B about 5 minutes to get her to go, making him feel relieved once all his friends were in the van. 

The sky turned dark as they drove to the cemetery still following John B’s crazy plan. The Twinkie pulled up in front of the gates and the teens climbed out, immediately pulling out their flashlights. It was closed at that time of night which caused them to jump over the fence. John B led the group to his relative’s tombstone who’s maiden name was Redfield. Now it all made sense. 

Lani had volunteered to climb into it since she was the smallest. Once inside she asked for a flashlight due to it being so dark. She looked around for a bit until she found an envelope leaned against the wall. 

“Oh my god.” she whispered as she stared at it. ‘To Bird.’ it read.

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