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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 3 years ago

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If you write for Sukuna, I need head anons of him falling in love with a chubby reader. Either Canon Sukuna or fanon Sukuna, either works

Babe, i am so sorry but i went a little hogwild and wrote a novel instead of just a couple of headcanons, pls forgive me for how much you'll have to read 😔🙏 anyways, we're gonna do modern au Sukuna bc although i love that canon genocidal freak of nature, i have an idea and i wanna write about it. Also Sukuna is pretty ooc in this but ykw idgaf, i liked writing him this way sksksk

Word count: 6,826 (im so sorry, pls forgive me sksksk)

CW: chubby fem reader (ofc aldjakdj), modern au Sukuna, smut, use of the words "daddy" and "bunny", use of the word "fat" in a nonderogatory way, not beta read bc this shit is too damn long

Okie dokie artichoky skskks, lemme set the scene for yall

You're a curvy, gorgeous, hardworking woman getting your bachelor's degree and you are 💫FABULOUS💫

You live off campus bc it's cheaper than a dorm. Yea, it's kind of a crummy apartment and one time a mouse crawled under your door but you're stubborn and don't wanna spend a bunch of money

You live at the end of the hall, and for two years no one has lived next door to you, and you were happy with that

Then that all changed when Ryomen Sukuna, an up-and-coming MMA fighter, moved in next door

The first time yall met was when you woke up to hearing him fucking some girl on the other side of your wall

So obvs you go over to his apartment and angrily knock on his door bc wtf dude i'm trynna sleep over here, what kinda asshole makes this much noise this late at night 😤

Ok but when he answered the door, you really didn't expect him to look like THAT

Modern au MMA fighter Sukuna is about 6'3", has pink hair, body and face tattoos, his ears pierced, oh god and he's jacked just built like a fucking god and he absolutely towers over you—

"You here to join or what?" oh FUCK his voice is deep too wtf yall what the FU—

wait

what did he say??

This bitch straight up starts flirting with you while his side chick is waitin for him back in his bed and you're just ??????? HUH????

You're super flustered but politely ask him to quiet down bc you're trying to sleep and he's making too much noise

And this mothafucka SMIRKS and says, "Sure, bunny, I can quiet down for ya. Not sure if she can, but I'm sure I can give her somethin else to do with her mouth."

If you could turn pure scarlet you definitely would bc you are currently losing your shit wtf why is he talking to you like this who tf is this guy—

Anyways, you stutter out a thank you and hurry back to your apartment, pretending like you don't hear him let out the sexiest chuckle you've ever heard behind you

He's kind of a menace after that. He's not the worst neighbor you could have, like he did quiet down after you asked, but then he just brought another girl home the next weekend and was just as loud so you had to go ask him to shut up again 🙄

Oh, and don't worry, he does that again. And again. And again, for five weeks in a row jesus christ, how many girls actually wanna fuck this dude wth?

But it doesn't stop there. No, this dude also insists on bothering you whenever you're home. Doesn't matter if you're just relaxing or studying, he'll knock on your door and interrupt you with some stupid shit

His go-to line is "can I borrow some milk?" which come on dude who tf drinks milk anymore, like I can't even finish a carton of oatmilk on my own and you're out here bothering your neighbors for some?

BUT ANYWAYS you get him some milk while he watches you from your doorway, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing you up and down until you bring a cup of milk to him

"Thanks, bunny. I'll have to return the favor sometime; maybe give you some milk of my own ;)" MAAAAAAN, IF YOU DON'T TAKE YOUR FUCKIN GLASS O' MILK AND LEAVE—

You hate that he flirts with you, you know he's a player, he's got fuckboy written all over him so you know he aint bein sincere when he flirts with you, so why the FUCK does your dumbass heart start to race every time this motherfucker shows up shirtless at your door?!

Sorry, got a lil angry there sksksk

Anyways, Sukuna flirts with you too damn much and you know he's just flirting for fun and doesn't mean any of it so you're pretty sick and tired of his antics

But the truth is that Sukuna actually is attracted to you, even if it's just in a shallow way

Tbh he's never fucked a curvy woman before and he's intrigued with how it would feel

He's curious about what it'd be like to fuck your tits or your thighs, or how you'd look folded in half and drunk off his cock

Surprise surprise, Ryomen likes rough sex and he really wants to be rough with you 🥴

I'm talking slapping your ass, tits and thighs, pulling your hair, fucking your face, choking you, spitting in your mouth. Mans literally wants to beat you up which?? you good dude? you need somebody to talk to because your kinks make me think that you need therapy sksksk

But since you're not used to big buff guys wanting to have sex with you and flirting 24/7, you don't see him as anything but an annoying playboy who just flirts with you bc he's bored and has nothing better to do

You avoid him whenever you can, but he always seems to show up, whether it's at your door or by the mailboxes, and you wonder if you're gonna have to spend the rest of college like this

But then, one day, he stops showing up around you

You expect to hear him fucking someone new that Saturday night, but you don't hear anything and actually have a good night's sleep for once

You expect to see him the next morning when he comes by for some milk ("Gotta have somethin nutritious after that workout last night ;)"), but he doesn't show up

It's Wednesday now and at this point you're kinda concerned, like did he die? Wtf happened to him?

Yk he's an MMA fighter, so you decide to look him up on the internet; maybe you'll find answers there?? It's better than sitting around and asking "what if" questions all day

First link that comes up is to a video showing Sukuna getting knocked tf out in his latest fight. You watch the aftermath of the fight, a hand over your mouth as you see blood drip out of his mouth, his face already swelling as the announcers comment on the fight

Ok, that's it, you're gonna go check on him.

Yes he's annoying and stupid and you've lost a lot of milk thanks to that asshole, but you're still worried about him and wanna make sure he's doing ok bc you're a good person

So you go to his apartment that evening and hesitantly knock on his door

He opens the door a minute or two later, and tbh he looks like shit. His jaw is definitely broken, exceptionally swollen on the left side where he got hit a couple nights before, and he looks super tired

"Need sumthin bunny?" he mumbles, barely able to move his mouth due to his broken jaw

"Are... are you doing alright? I saw your last fight and... I just wanted to make sure you were okay..."

Ryomen shrugs, "Yea, I mean... could be worse..."

The two of you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say in this situation

"Are you... sure you're okay? Are you sleeping alright? Are you getting enough to eat?"

"I mean," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm drinkin protein shakes..."

Ok, you don't know what it was about the whole situation, but you could feel your motherly instincts kicking in and you just had the strongest urge to take care of him bc clearly he isn't taking care of himself

Long story short, you insist on cooking meals that are nutritious and pureed so that Sukuna eats some real food while he's healing

Cue you inviting forcing him to come over so you can make him some food and make sure he eats

He tells you that you don't have to do anything for him but you're stubborn as hell so once you've set your mind on something, you're not gonna change it sksksk

He tries to flirt with you and lighten the mood like he usually does, but tbh he just feels so exhausted and shitty that he can't keep up his playful attitude

He kinda just crashes on your couch while you make him some dinner and begrudgingly drinks the blended soup you made with a straw

You do this for him at least four nights a week, bringing him over to your place and sending him home with enough leftovers for at least lunch the next day

It becomes a new routine for the two of you: him coming over and chatting while you made him dinner, then watching a movie or two before he went back to his place

You start to learn that there's more to this guy than you once thought!

He's not just some annoying flirt who fucks a new woman every weak; he's actually pretty down to earth

Turns out that his upbringing wasn't the best: he was raised by a single mom and he didn't have a lot growing up

He was a delinquent in school, and he got into way too many fights. He eventually started fighting for money in high school, and he was scouted when he was 17

He got a manager and a trainer and within a year he was fighting professionally. He got his tattoos and piercings once he turned 18, wanting to stand out in the ring, and it's definitely worked! A lot of fans like him for his style more than his fighting ability

He earns a lot of money fighting, upwards of $50,000 per appearance, but he doesn't like to spend very much. He's put most of his money into savings and stocks so that he can live comfortably when he's a bit older

Fun fact: he invested in bitcoin when it was worth less than $500, and he got hella cash when the stocks skyrocketed, and then he sold his stocks and ran off with the money sksksks

Anyways, he's well off, but bc he prefers saving money and investing, he lives as cheaply as possible (hence the fact that he now lives in your shitty apartment complex)

Sukuna also starts to learn a lot about you!!

He learns about your interests, the degree you're studying, your taste in movies, and the more he learns about you, the more he realizes that you're not just a pretty face that he wants to pump and dump

And so, Ryomen's crush on you begins when he's healing from his last fight, coming over almost nightly to eat with you or even just to talk

Now, Sukuna doesn't know how to process his emotions at first

Tbh, the first time he realizes that he feels differently about you is when he finally gets the energy to masturbate again

He's masturbated to the thought of you before, fantasizing about all the nasty things he wants to do to you in bed, but those thoughts don't get him off this time

No, this time he keeps thinking about how gentle you are with him since he's injured, being so sweet and kind to him while he heals

He thinks about your pretty smile and the way your round cheeks puff up when you grin, how your hands move when you cook, how your laughter rings like windchimes while you watch a comedy together

And suddenly he's imagining that he invites you over once he's healed, either ordering an expensive meal or cooking something special for you as a way of thanks

He thinks about eating with you, bonding with you, letting his knuckles graze your cheek and jaw before he tilts your head towards his and kisses you oh so gently

He's been with plenty of women before, and he's always been rough with them, pretty much using them for his pleasure, not really thinking about their desires

But you're different from all of them, and he wants to treat you differently too

He wants to guide you to his bedroom and lay you down, kissing along your thighs and up to your sex

He wants to taste you, to lick along those chubby pussy lips and suck your cute clit into his mouth and he wants to hear you moan and feel your soft hands grasping at his hair and pulling him closer, suffocating him in the best way possible

He wants to slide his cock into you slowly, thumbing your clit the entire time, feeling you spasm gently on his cock once he's balls deep inside you

He wants to feel those plush thighs wrap around his waist, ankles locking under his ass and keeping his thrusts shallow, your arms holding him against you, letting him feel your heart beat rapidly next to his

He wants to touch and kiss every inch of you, hearing you whimper and whine with each squeeze, his name falling from those pretty plump lips of yours before he goes in for a kiss—

Ryomen realizes near the end of his recovery that he's fucked

What's he going to do once he's healed? Ask you out? You ignored his advances before his injury, why would you suddenly accept them? The two of you have gotten close enough that you consider each other friends; he doesn't want to ruin that when he's almost certain you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings

Basically, even though he's crushing on you hard and wants nothing more than to make you his, he worries that you won't feel the same and it'll ruin the friendship you've created

No, he can't let that happen. He's rather suffer by your side than lose you altogether, so he keeps his mouth shut and enjoys his time with you, not uttering a word about his newfound feelings

Two months have passed and Sukuna is finally all healed up and ready to fight again

You're prepared to be woken up that Saturday by him fucking some girl, but surprisingly, that doesn't happen

You check the internet to see if he had a fight, which he did, so you were confused why he hadn't brought home one of his fans

Well, maybe he's just too tired this week. He'll probably bring someone home the next week or the week after that, but that doesn't happen

It's been a month since he's healed up and you know for a fact that he's had at least three fights since then, so why hasn't he had victory sex? I mean, he used to do that all the time, why has he suddenly stopped? Did his recovery mess with his libido or something?

Now during this time, Ryomen has continued to be friendly towards you. He's not flirting like he used to; he's treating you with respect and his actions and words seem genuine

The two of you got so used to your routine while he was healing that you decided to hang out in the evenings during the week

Ryo always comes over to your place (he doesn't have a proper couch; he's got a beanbag chair and that's it), either bringing food with him or helping you cook

You alternate who chooses the movie and you just chill with each other, enjoying each other's company in a way that you never in a million years would've imagined happening

He's become... softer with you. You're not sure how to explain it, but before he got hurt, he was all smirky and teasing and unpredictable, but now he's gentler, his flirtatious smirk almost nonexistent at this point

His eyes were softer too; before they had some bite to them, something mischievous, but now they're relaxed and focused, and you start to wonder if his eyes were always that pretty or if something changed along the way—

Oh shit

Ok so maybe you've grown more attached to Sukuna than you originally thought, but who can blame you? It's the Florence Nightingale effect, it's a very common occurrence so it's not like you're alone in how you feel

But how do you feel? Do you like him? Bc for the longest time he was just your annoying neighbor and you avoided him like the plague, so what changed? Was it bc you helped take care of him? Was it bc you got to know him?

There were too many variables for you to pinpoint the exact reason why you started feeling differently about him

All that you knew was that he was nicer now and you actually enjoyed having him around and you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked—

"Why are you touching my hair, bunny?"

Shit, you didn't realize you had reached out to touch him. You pulled your hand back, curling into yourself on the couch and looking back at the TV

"Sorry. I was just thinking."

Sukuna tilted his head back onto the couch cushions, looking up at you from his spot on the floor

"Bout what? Wonderin if my hair is greasy or somethin?"

You giggle at that, and Ryomen can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage

"No, dummy. Just... I don't know, I was just thinking about your hair, like... like how often you dye it and stuff."

He feels like you're lying but he's not completely sure. He shrugs and looks back at the TV

"Well, I get it done every month or so. I got a personal stylist for photoshoots and shit and she usually does it before a promo for a big fight."

You hum in acknowledgement, barely listening to him. You're still staring at his pink strands, wondering what they look like when they're not gelled back, maybe after a long hot shower after a grisly fight

"You can... you can touch my hair, if ya want. It doesn't bother me."

You feel your face burn, and for a moment you wonder if he can read your mind. You hesitantly reach out again, combing your fingers through his hair, hearing him sigh softly at the contact

It's nice, petting his hair like this, scratching along his scalp and twirling his hair around your fingers. You swear you can hear him moan softly at your touch, leaning into it and following your hand for more.

"You're like a cat," you mumbled, your index finger lightly grazing the nape of his neck, making him shiver. "You act all big and tough and hiss, but once you get a little affection you turn into a little kitten."

"Excuse you," he retorts, arching his brow at you, "but I am not a kitten. If anything I'm a wolf."

You snicker. "Oh yeah? What makes you a wolf?"

"Well, I'm big and strong and protect those I care about—

"—and you turn into a big puppydog when people love on you."

"AYYO, SHUT YER MOUTH" he'll yell, throwing the pillow in his lap at you, making you giggle. You throw the pillow back and soon enough you're having a pillow fight, Ryomen laughing and you squealing as he gets on top of you and bops you with the cushion

"OKAY, OKAY, UNCLE, UNCLE, YOU WIN!!" you squeak, giggling as you pull the pillow out of his grasp and above your head, leaving you face to face with Sukuna

The two of you stare at each other, your smiles faltering as you search each other's faces. The atmosphere has changed; Ryo's eyes turn from playful to thoughtful before he sighs loudly

"Fuck it," is all he mutters before he leans down and kisses you

Long story short, yall fuck on the couch

PSYCHE, YOU REALLY THINK I'D LET YALL DO THAT ALDJALDJKJD

You end up slapping him away, pouting as he leans back, your eyes beginning to water

"Jesus, what the hell, Y/N? What was that for?"

"You go too far, Ryo," you mumble, your lip quivering as you hug the pillow to your chest, looking away. "I don't mind you flirting with me, but playing with my emotions when you don't like me is cruel..."

Sukuna stares at you, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighs again

"God, you're so dumb, Y/N. You really think I'd kiss someone I'm not interested in?"

You blink, eyes darting back to see his face burning red, his gaze averted.

"...What do you mean? ...do you like me??"

Somehow his face turns darker, his hand rubbing over his neck as he looks up at the ceiling, breathing deep for a few moments.

"Yea... I like ya..."

He's prepared for you to kick him out, or worse, tell him that you don't feel the same and ask if you two can go back to how things were. He's tired of not being able to hold you, kiss you, cherish you, call him his. He's not sure if he can stay your friend forever—

"I... I like you too 🥺👉👈"

His gaze shoots back to you, eyes wide as he takes in your bashful expression. He can feel his lips curl unconsciously

"Shit... for real?" His grin spreads wider when you nod, his heart pounding as he leans down again. "Well then don't push me away this time."

Aaaaaaaaand it's official, you're dating sksksk

Tbh not much changes with your routine: Ryo still comes over for dinner and to hang out but now there's cuddling and kissing 🥰

You have a lot of doubts at the beginning of the relationship tho. Like you've seen the kinds of girls he used to fuck (literally all of them looked like models) and you obviously don't look like that so you're insecure about that and dont know what Sukuna even sees in you

You bring this up to him about two weeks after yall officially started dating and he asks if he can show you how he feels

You weren't sure what you were getting into but you agreed, letting Ryomen take your hand and tug you back to your bedroom

Now, Sukuna may be pushy at times, but he'd never force you to do anything, so everything he does is preceded by a question.

"Would you lay on the bed for me? Can I kiss you? Can I touch you here? Can I take these off?" and suddenly you're left in your underwear on your bed with Ryo on top of you

He's a man of actions, not words, so he barely speaks as he pushes his face into your cleavage, pushing your breasts together and groaning softly between them

He fondles your breasts for a while, his big hands are gentle but firm, squeezing your tits before he pinches your nipples, tugging at them before he introduces his tongue

You can feel his erection press into your thigh as he sucks your nipple, lavishing it for what feels like an eternity before he moves to the other one. At one point he pushes your breasts together and tries to suck both nipples at once, making you whine from the attention.

He eventually moves down your stomach, kissing and squeezing it along the way, leaving a trail of love bites before he reaches your sex

He nibbles at your plump mound, sucking on the extra flesh above your cunt, squeezing your thighs as he keeps them open

Once he finally reaches your pussy, you're completely soaked, your underwear drenched in your fluids

He teases you a bit ("Seems like somebody likes the attention they're getting 😏") before he practically rips your panties off, diving into your cunt like a starved man.

He eats you like you're his last meal, taking his sweet time slurping and sucking on your labia, bullying your clit mercilessly before pushing his fingers into you

You easily cum on his thick fingers, riding out your orgasm as he laps at your cum, but he doesn't stop. No, he pulls not one, not two, but three more climaxes out of you before he decides that he's done.

By the time he's finished, you're practically begging for his cock, on the verge of tears as you pull on his arms and try to bring him closer

"What's the matter? Does my cute chubby bunny want my cock? You want me to fill up that pretty pussy?" And you'll nod and whine and whimper for him, and how can he deny you when you're acting so precious? He hasn't even fucked you yet and you're already needy for more.

His cock is massive, to put it lightly. You always wondered why his past partners screamed so loud in his bed, and now you know. He's about 9 inches long, about as thick as a soda can, so heavy that it hangs low once he takes his boxers off

"Nervous, bunny?" he asks, massaging your thighs as he brings his cock closer to your entrance. "Don't worry. Daddy's gonna be real gentle with ya, okay? Gonna make you feel so good, baby girl."

And he does, he really really does. He's so gentle and sweet with you that you wonder what happened to your real boyfriend. The man on top of you is nothing like the man you first met months ago, and yet he's still sporting that same playful smirk right up until he pushes the head of his cock into you, thumbing your clit rhythmically

"Oh fuck, baby. Jesus... if I knew you'd feel this good, I woulda fucked you a lot sooner."

He doesn't last as long as he usually does, and it's all your fault. It's your fault for having such a tight, wet pussy that squeezes him just right; it's your fault for being so soft and warm and squishy underneath him; it's your fault for moaning wantonly, mouth falling open and eyes rolling back, looking so deliciously pretty as he grinds his cock into you.

He makes sure that you cum one more time before he pulls out, jerking off on your tummy. He groans loudly when he sees his thick, white semen coat your pudgy belly, and deep down all he wants to do is rub his cock against your tummy until he cums again.

Instead of that, he just plops down beside you, pulling you to his chest, not caring about the mess he's made.

"Feel better?" You nod and he chuckles tiredly. "Good. Now no more feeling insecure. You're too pretty to be sad." 🥺🥰💕💕💕

Once yall fuck for the first time, all bets are off sksksk like Sukuna is CONSTANTLY horny for you wtf

He's wanted you for so fucking long and now he's gonna have you in every way possible

He fucks you on every piece of furniture in both your apartments (yes, this includes all the countertops and even the walls)

He tries to be gentle with you after your first time, but he really can't help himself. I mean, you're just so cute and sweet and hot and god the look you give him when he slides his cock into you is to die for

Sukuna isn't a fan of pulling out, he'd much rather finish inside you. He also doesn't like condoms so be prepared to be on birth control if you aren't already bc he's gonna cum in your pretty pussy 95% of the time. Occasionally he'll pull out and finish on your ass or thighs, but he prefers watching his cum drip out of your tight hole 💕

He's normally pretty chill during sex, like he's not fucking the life out of you most of the time, but there are some exceptions!! For example, when he comes home after winning a match, when he's feeling jealous and possessive, when you're wearing something too cute/sexy. If any of these things happen, he'll be rougher with you, his fantasies from before his crush on you resurfacing

He only does these thing's with your consent, but once you give him permission he goes wild. You will not be able to walk for at least an hour after and once you do, you're gonna be wobbling like Bambi for a bit

You'd think that his fav position would be doggystyle so he could see your ass bounce, but he honestly prefers positions where you're facing each other. He wants to see your face when you cum and feel your nails scratch up his body plus then he gets to hold you close and feel your soft plush body against his 💕

He's begun a habit of buying things for you. You never ask him to, but sometimes he'll show up at your apartment with a few bags or packages and he'll ask you real nice and sweet if you could model some clothes for him.

He gets lingerie, little dresses, crop tops, mini skirts and shorts, just anything that'll show off that sexy curvy body of yours. He'll sit on your couch with his legs spread, the outline of his cock extremely noticeable in his gray sweatpants, relaxing with a beer while you try on the clothes he got for you.

It's pretty embarrassing for you, having this hot guy buy you clothes you didnt ask for, telling you to turn around and let him get a good look at you. Your body gets so hot from the looks he gives you and the little whistles and comments he makes as he eyes you up and down.

"Cmere, bunny," he'll say, making you feel like prey in the presence of a predator. You listen, of course, bc you know he would never hurt you. He'll have you straddle his lap, bringing your hips flush against his so you can feel his throbbing cock against your cunt.

"Look at what you did, baby. You went and made me all hot and bothered for ya. Are you gonna take responsibility for yer actions or am I gonna have to bend ya over and punish my little bunny?" LORD, GIVE ME STRENGTH—

Fast forward to you bouncing on his cock, your new clothes ruined already from Ryo ripping them out of impatience. He doesn't care tho, he's got plenty of extra cash to spend on you.

Ok but Sukuna has a tendency to use the word "fat" but not in a mean way like he uses it during dirty talk. "I love this fat little pussy of yours", "you got a nice fat ass, bunny", "who's this fat cunt belong to?", "you better sit that fat ass on my face before I lose my patience" like???? Ok, it's a little jarring at first but he partly does it bc he doesn't want you to hate the word "fat". Like he knows you have a rough history with the word and he doesn't want you to have negative emotions associated with the word, like every time you hear the word he wants you to think about his thick cock splitting you open instead. Idk man, i can't explain it, he just loves how big and plump you are and he gets turned on every time he calls your pussy fat 🤷‍♀️ but ofc if u don't like it then he won't do it 💕

Has a habit of using your clothes to hold you better and fuck you harder. Like if you're wearing his shirt and lookin like a fuckin snacc he will bunch that shit up in one hand and uses it like reigns, like he's gonna pull you onto his cock with each thrust and fuck you harder

He's a fan of anal. He can live without it, but he loves fucking your ass while you've got a vibrator in your pussy. Again, he won't do anything you don't wanna do, but he'll bend over backwards just to put the head in let me put the head in oooo i dont want more than that girl i respect the cat i promise just a touch—

SPEAKING OF SEX TOYS, he loves using them with you 💕 he doesn't really like em on himself, but he loves using a vibe/clit sucker on you during sex, maybe put a cute little heart shaped plug in your ass, maybe put some clamps on your nipples that clink and jingle while you bounce on his cock. He's got a little collection, but he uses vibes most often bc he loves how it makes you jive on his dick 🥴

He calls you his good girl, but when he's in a rough mood, he calls you his little slut 💕

RYOMEN SUKUNA IS A SLUT FOR STEM BITCHES, LIKE IF YOU GET A DEGREE IN A SCIENTIFIC FIELD HE WILL JUST HNNNNNGGGG GO APESHIT!!!! He doesn't know wtf you're sayin but you sound really sexy sayin it. Big man just wants to turn a smart girl dumb with his big fat cock 🥺💕

He gets really pissy if you try to go on a diet or lose weight. Now dont get me wrong, he's happy if you're happy, but if you try to lose weight bc you don't like your body he will shut that shit down immediately. Makes sure that you don't skip meals and eat enough calories, he doesnt CARE if you don't like your size, you're literally perfect and there's no way in hell you're gonna change just so society accepts you so why don't ya chill out and let him order you some takeout after he dicks you down? I mean, ya gotta regain your strength after all that strenuous activity, might as well have a meal from your fav restaurant, hell, have some dessert too! If you're worried about gaining weight, he'll find a way for the two of yall to burn some calories ;)

Although he seems like the kind of guy who only cares about sex, he's actually a very loving and sweet boyfriend. It's just that his love language is physical touch so he often uses sex as a way to express his feelings for you. But that's not the only way: he also insists on cuddling with you every second he can, and if he isn't holding your hand when you're going out then he gets all pouty and grumpy.

Overall, you're very happy with your relationship with him and you don't have any complaints... well, there is one thing

You've noticed that Sukuna never asks you to come to his fights. It's not like you want to go and see your boyfriend of six months get beat up, but you want to be there to support him! You wanna cheer him on and give him a big kiss when he wins!! Is that too much to ask?? 🥺💕

You watch highlights of his fights at home, and sometimes you'll watch the interviews after the fight and listen to what commenters say.

At some point, the commenters start talking about Sukuna and how he's changed over the last several months. They talk about how he used to be seen with a new girl after his fights every week, his arm around their waist as he answered a few questions before leaving, but now he's always alone and he tries to leave asap after his fights. "What happened to the playboy that Sukuna's fans grew to love?" they ask rhetorically.

You end up asking Sukuna why he never brings you to his fights, and he's hesitant to answer. You ask him if he's embarrassed by you and he firmly denies it, saying that he isn't embarrassed by you in the slightest. He eventually reveals that he doesn't bring you along bc he's seen how the media treats other fighters' partners and he doesn't want anyone to attack you for any reason.

Yall talk through things and basically you tell him that you're a big girl and you can take care of yourself. And although Ryomen just wants to keep you safe away from all the people who could be shitty to you, he gives in and invites you to his next match.

Fast forward to said match which is actually against the same dude who broke his jaw almost a year ago. You're sitting right outside the octagon where his manager and trainer are (they're super excited to finally meet you!! They're v nice and cool 😊). You're wearing one of Ryo's fav hoodies and almost bouncing with excitement bc omg you’re gonna get to see your strong hot boyfriend fight irl for the first time!!

The match starts soon enough, and you're cheering on your boyfriend the whole time. It's nerve-wracking to see him get hit, especially since this guy hurt him so badly just this year.

It's the main event so there's five rounds total, and it's long and grueling, but Sukuna wins by a hair and you're so excited!!! You literally start jumping around when he wins, squealing and clapping and cheering for him.

He leaves the ring and goes straight to you, picking you up and twirling you around. You're squealing, yelling at him to put you down bc you're "too big" and he "shouldn't exert himself after a fight like that". He finally puts you down, cupping your face and kissing you hard. He smirks at you when he pulls away a moment later.

"I know my limits, bunny. You need to relax and trust me a bit more." You open your mouth to protest but he just kisses you again, the two of you ignoring the rambunctious crowd in the background. "I'm gonna have to bring you to fights more often," he almost yells as he pulls away. "Pretty sure you're my good luck charm." 💕💕💕

You become more involved in his career after that, showing up to the majority of his matches and supporting him. You've even got some fans of your own! There's people out there that are literally cheering you two on and want you to stay together forever and it's so adorable 🥺💕

Side note: you know how they have those pre fight press conferences with opponents? And how the opponents trash talk each other and shit? Well, at his next big conference after yall went public with your relationship, the guy Sukuna was supposed to fight made some rude comments about your appearance and Sukuna ended up knocking him out on stage with a flying kick. Nobody dared talking shit about you after that

Ok so you're convinced that Sukuna is the only big buff dude who finds you attractive but you are WRONG, DEAD WRONG. A LOT of the gym rats that occupy the same spaces as Sukuna find you very sexy and wanna fuck a chubby beauty like you (bc let's be honest, a lotta gym rats are chubby chasers). You may not notice these guys looking at you, but Sukuna does and he hates it, you're his chubby bunny and he needs everyone to know it, so what does he do? He records himself fucking you from behind and sends it to his acquaintances so they know who you belong to. Also will not hesitate to drag you to the gym with him so that after he trains he can fuck you in the showers in the locker room. He likes knowing that his fellow fighters are right outside changing and can hear you moaning like a whore for him.

After a couple years together, Sukuna gets a tattoo associated with you. Could be your name or a little bunny, but he wants to have a physical reminder of his love for you. Maybe it's his wedding gift to you (bc he's dumb and corny like that sksksk).

Yes, he's had playboy tendencies in the past, but tbh once yall started dating he knew you were the one and he was ready to settle down after the first three months. He doesn't propose for a couple years, but in the back of his mind he knows that no one else can make him as happy as you do, so he's certain that he's gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

Please don't break this boy's heart. He puts on a tough act, but he wears his heart on his sleeve and can't handle when his loved ones hurt him. That's why he doesn't have a lot of ppl close to him: he's worried about getting hurt.

He won't admit it, but you're the only thing that matters to him, like you're his reason for living. Before you, he just went through the motions and didn't really think about what he'd do when he retired. Sure, he saves money for retirement and whatnot, but he doesn't really have a plan for life besides fighting.

Then you come along and make him all soft and mushy and now he's thinking about getting a nice house with a backyard, adopting a big dog and maybe having a kid or two if you wanted. He's finally found a reason for living and he's for damn sure never going to let you go 💕

#ask #ryomen sukuna #smut #fem reader #chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #pls forgive me for how long this is #im still not 100% satisfied with it but I hope yall enjoy it regardless 💕#mma fighter!sukuna #sukuna #☀️ asks

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papuhater · 3 years ago

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“THEY EAT YOUR GANSITO/PINGUINO MARINELA” pt.1

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

ೃ⁀➷ a/n: (the gansito/pinguino marinela is a hispanic cream/jam filled pastry)

This is for my Spanish-speaking /Hispanic moots:

en verdad son muy importantes para mi :).

↳ ❝ [ P4Z'S V3R3D1CT] ¡! ❞

ೃ⁀➷ pairing: bnha bois x gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sumary: would they eat a dessert you left on the fridge? also this is part one, the part two will contain the gorls and tokyo revengers

¡! ❞ warnings: nah ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋformat: crack-fic, headcanonsˊˎ˗ ->

BNHA!

STUDENTS

Izuku: “would he eat it?”

Yes.

Accidentally, but yes.

Like man’s just chilling and then you come in, teary-eyed with a heart broken look.

He just appears by your side like VROOM “BABY ARE YOU OK????😭”, and he hears your voice breaking and you looking into his eyes

“D-did you eat my gansito?”

He starts apologizing when he realizes you aren’t talking to him

don’t worry he’ll buy every damn gansito in the store and bring it to you like

“I’M SORRYYYY, BUNNY I LOVE YOU SM:’(!”.

He’ll never get close to a gansito again.

Denki: “would he eat it?”

Yes.

Not accidentally, he didn’t know it was yours

but mf was very sure it wasn’t his

He was in the common room after finishing it, his mind was like

‘mmfmfmf chocolate glazed pastry 🤤’

until you barge in, looking furious

“Hey swe-“ “DID YOU EAT MY FUCKING PINGUINITO??” “HUH IT WAS YOURS?” “NOT ANYMORE, IT DOESN’T EXIST.”

He said sorry hundred times,

please forgive him your honor, he is a dumbass.

Bakugo: “would he eat it?”

NO.

THIS MAN IS AN ANGRY GENTLEMAN

ANGRY, YES

BUT A GENTLEMAN.

Someone had eaten your gansito and you just came in like

“Baby someone ate my gansito 😿”

and like the yeah yeahs say

“heads will roll on the floor😰”

he absolutely SLAUGHTERED who ever dared to grab your gansito >:(

neoways,

he bought you more gansitos cause he didn't like seeing you sad :'(

Todoroki: “would he eat it?”

No.

he doesn't even know what it is.

but you enter the room like "..."

and he stares at your heart-broken expression "...what happened?"

"SOMEONE ATE MY PINGUINITO D:< "

"your wha-?"

"MY PASTRY!"

"oh."

he irradates big pissed off energy

he bought you every pinguinitos in a bunch of stores (RIP endevour's card 🕊️👊)

and froze them with his quirk.

Tenya: “would he eat it?”

No.

He orders the common room

he KNOWS what isn't his

and he doesn't grab it

respect🚶‍♂️🤝

suddenly you barge in CRYINGGG

"HONEY WHAT OCCURED?"

"MY GANSITOOO, IT HAS BEEN EATEN"

mf becomes the sherlock holmes of 1-A

interrogates EVERYONE

"Did you eat y/n's gansito?"

he didn't let anyone sleep until he found who did it 😈

Kirishima: “would he eat it?”

nah just because of the fact it isn't manly.

why would he grab someone else's???

when you walk in teary-eyed crying cause of your pinguinito

he bad-eyes any suspect

"not manly bro,

not manly."

you two went out to buy pinguinito :)

Mirio: “would he eat it?”

well that's a lie.

yes, but he would buy you another one

like he leaves to buy it

and comes back to you cryINGGG

"BEUFGGHHHFDFJGK"

"MY SUNNY WHAT'S WRONG???"

he was very vry concerned

but "he gave you whta needed to be gave"

-rolling ray

jk jk

he gave his and your's gansitos

true love <3

Tamaki: “would he eat it?”

he would never grab anything that isn't his

but when someone grabs your stuff

and you're crying

mf steps up

and is like

"H-hey did you grab their pastry?"

"yea-"

the person wasn't heard of

never again

VILLANS

Tomura: “would he eat it?”

yes and no

half of it

he didn't careEE

but then he sees you crying

oh fuc-

"YOU GOOD?"

"TOMURA, WHY IS MY GANSITO HALF???"

robberyy babyyy

he'll steal a store and be like

"PUT THE GANSITOS IN THE BAG"

true love <3 2.0

Dabi: “would he eat it?”

yes

but just ONCE

you barge in looking furious

"did you eat my pinguinito?"

"yeah, what about it?"

"well i had bought and weufuwhff"

when you started crying he zoomed his way to you

"Baby i'm sorry please stop crying, i love you"

he ran like the wind for more pinguinitos

he felt guilty

bestie finally met manipulation 🤪

Overhaul: “would he eat it?”

straight up nah

deadass doesn't share a fridge so...

also thinks is unhygenic to share food

so is a big no

but you come in cryinG cause someone grabbed it

"MY GANSITOoISUBHGH"

"Are you really going to cry over this? It's not worthy."

"SHUT UP BLEAUNSAJGH"

the second you roar at him he KNOWS it's very important

he didn't even like the pastry, he thinks it's unhealthy

mans searched for the culprit

almost kills them

he didn't buy you one more tho

Kurono:“would he eat it?”

yes

he would do it

but he would replace it the second he does

*zoom*

you wouldn't even notice it

smooth mf

he even leaves two instead of one 😭

"WHERE IS MY PINGUI-"

"there it is, my little thing <3"

hubby material <3

Nemoto:“would he eat it?”

he believes in trust

he would be breaking your trust

damn, where are men like this??

he hates seeing you cry

he doesn't understand why are you cring over a pastry

"Darling please calm dow-"

"NAH CAUSE THAT PINGUINITO WAS MINE, YOU WOULDN'T GET IT BEUUFUGHHh"

He sometimes feels like your dad.

but he doesn't even get why you like it

he bought a better and more expensive pastry to try to replace it

you ate it but didn't look happy

he ended up buying you pinguinito <3

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melo-yello · 4 years ago

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📚School Struggles📚 w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku💥🪨 HeadCanons

Pairings: KiriBaku X Black!Reader

Summary: College AU! Reader falls behind in course work, and won’t tell anybody. But Kirishima and Bakugou find out.

A/n: I’m an adult who went most of my life with undiagnosed learning disabilities so this would just be comforting to me. Lil angst! Lots of fluff. Implied ADHD and Dyslexia.

📕🖊 First tests are handed back in four of your eight classes.You’ve failed all but one which you barely passed. You are asked stay back as yet another professor suggests you find a tutor

📕🖊You’re lowkey offended. You’ve never needed a tutor before. Up until recently your performance in other areas compensated for your less than stellar academics. You were in gifted courses all your life. You would just hafta try harder

📕🖊 Kiri and Baku are saving a spot in line for you by the time you meet them at the cafe when you shove the thoughts of failure out of your brain and perk up to your usual self

📕🖊 Kiri’s face lights up as soon as he spots you. “Over here, Babe!” He beams flagging you down. Like it was hard to make out the giant red head in a crowd. Especially with the large lean, continuously pissed blonde scowling at everyone right by his side.

📕🖊 “Hey,Dumbass.” Baku smiles slightly and pulls a hand from his pocket to offer you a hug and a kiss on the temple

📕🖊 Kiri pulls you by your waist into his torso kissing your forehead “What took you so long?” He asks letting you free from the vice grip he had on your curvy hips

📕🖊 “I got a lil turned around again.” You lie pulling Bakugou’s free hand into yours then lean into his shoulder. There’s something very comforting about how warm he is all the time. You wanted to snuggle into his back but PDA really isn’t his thing and you are already pushing it

📕🖊 “It’s a big campus, Teddy, you just have to get used to it. You just transferred. Me and Eiji can take turns walking you from class to class until you get the hang of it, you know?” Baku says trying to read your eyes. He could just feel something is off. Your box braids and the angle itself saves you from any further scrutiny.

📕🖊“You guys, gotta be pretty sprung to do that for me, ya know.” You quip smirking up at him then over to Kiri. “Fuck you too, Teddy Bear.” Baku huffs smirking *maybe he was wrong, unlikely* “Yea basically, Pebs. Liking who you date is super manly.” Kirishima laughs grabbing his tray.

📕🖊 You three finally sit in a small wrap around booth. Bakugou taking the middle spot today. You do your best to not zone out and hyper fixate on your test scores by making sure to laugh at Kiri’s jokes and nod along with Baku’s venting

📕🖊 You slide your fork in and out of your picked over food as you strategize how to fix your current problem without alerting your boyfriends. Before you knew it your table is quiet with two crimson gazes fixed on you

📕🖊 “You’re quiet today, L/n.” Bakugou says fixing you with a deeply fierce gaze which was his way of looking concerned. Sharpness of your actual name drew you from your thoughts in a instant. “Hmmm I think Kats has a point, L/n Y/n.” Kirishima says in between slurps of his smoothie. His red eyes practically dripping with curious concern

📕🖊 You make a quick split decision between the truth and charm. “Wow, my government. I must be in real big trouble.” You pout trying to flirt your way out of a more serious conversation. You poke out your plush bottom at Kiri while slipping a hand onto Baku’s inner thigh and gently squeezing before hitting him with the same seductive pout

📕🖊 Big Mistake!😳 Bakugou’s vermillion eyes widen before becoming instantly stern as he grips your wrist tight enough to hurt. “The fuck are you doing?!! I was being serious, Y/n! And in public?!! You’re fucking priceless!” The ash blonde hisses with angry pink cheeks. Guilt washes over you when you snatch your wrist back. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to...talk about it.” You mumble. “Then use your fucking words!” 😤 Bakugou kisses his teeth and stands so Kiri lets him out. “He’s just a little embarrassed, Pebble. I needa talk him down. You can find your next class right?” He sighs watching Baku storm out

📕🖊 “Yea. I’m sorry. Tell him, Kiri. Please.” You squeak sheepishly grabbing your stuff. “He knows but I will. He’s mad about other stuff.” He nods following after Bakugou

📕🖊 It’s intimidating to compete with their history at times. You couldn’t bring yourself to just dump all your issues on them

📕🖊 You’ve only been dating since summer and Kiri and Baku have been dating since their senior year in high school year. You guys are starting your junior year and are still learning each other.

📕🖊 You get lost a couple times before finding the right building. The noise in your head going nearly at light speed to wrap all the problems you’re having. The professor passes the test you’d spent majority of last night and early morning studying for. You felt confident until it was in your hands.

📕🖊 You chew the pen top trying to finish up the last 7 short answer questions when then alarm for 5 minutes left is given. You panic not even having started the true false section on the last page. You scribble down answers just as time up is announced across the classroom

📕🖊 Defeat washes over while you shuffle out the door. You reach in your pocket to dig out the card for Student Accomidation Services your World Civ professor gave you. Maybe this was something simple as a “processing problem” as she had explained when you visited her during office hours

📕🖊 A throat clearing pulls you from your thoughts. You jump stuffing both hands into your jeans card and all. Bakugou stood unreadable propped up on a wall only a few steps away from you. “Eiji, thinks we need to talk about the cafe. Plus he doesn’t get out of lab til 3:45, so you’re kinda stuck with me.” Bakugou mumbles offering his palm as an olive branch.

📕🖊 “He’s probably right. I don’t mind just you, Tuff Guy. I really am sorry though, Katsuki.” You sigh interlocking your fingers with his. “I know, Teddy. I wasn’t really mad about that anyways.” Baku concedes as you two stroll down the hall. “I didn’t hurt your wrist earlier, did I?” Baku asks softly opening the door and meeting your eyes with gentle concern. “Nah, You didn’t, King Explosion Murder.” You laugh giving his hand a firm squeeze before kissing it

📕🖊 The walk to your dorm is quiet and peaceful. He lets you settle your school bag before speaking again “I just feel like you’re still trying to hide parts of yourself from us, especially me,” He says looking into your eyes now, “Like you’ve been pulling back. Eijirou thinks I’m looking too deep, but I doubt it. I know I can be a little rough and mean sometimes...well a lot of the times. I’m not easy to get along with. But you know you can talk to us when you’re upset or if something bothering you... if I’m bothering you. I don’t like you feeling like you have to pretend to be ok if you’re not.” Baku finishes crossing his arms tightly across your chest.

📕🖊 You dig your nails into your palms mercilessly. You open your mouth to reply and reassure him but the words won’t come. Baku notices what you’re doing to your hands and steps closer to take them into his. He rubs slow circles into the backs of them. Hot tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you try to find your voice. “Kats, I’m...I didn’t me...I...Of course you’re not what’s bothering me.” you croak out just as tears roll down your face and Baku pulls you to his chest.

📕🖊 Your breathing hitches and you just let yourself be disappointed, confused, frustrated, and upset about the last month and a half of struggling and wondering why you couldn’t tell anybody and why no one was even noticing. But He did. Baku had noticed. He rocks gently as you tremble in his arms rubbing firm circles in your lower back.

📕🖊 You two stay like that for what seems forever. Once your breathing evens out Baku’s hold relaxes. He kisses both your temples.You reluctantly let go , so you can pull wrinkled failing test pages from your backpack. “Please don’t laugh at me, Suki.” You peep placing the cause of your meltdown in his hands not attempting to have your puffy eyes met his red ones. Lifting your chin so you’re looking him in the eyes. “Come on, Teddy Bear. I wouldn’t dare.” He nods with the most serious face

📕🖊 Bakugou is quiet for a while as he leafs through the exam papers. “Why didn’t finish any of them?” He asks “Time. I’m a slow reader.” You mutter back. “I’ve seen you doing homework for two of these courses and passing those, what’s happening?” Baku says staring in disbelief at the scores at the top of each exam.

📕🖊 You swallow the lingering fear of judgement. You place a hand at your temple to remind yourself of Baku’s earlier tenderness. “I get anxious. It gets so much harder to read when I’m that worked up, and I can barely focus once I start forgetting answers...I know it’s just a test. I guess...That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” You sigh shrug off your own explanation.

📕🖊 “Nope. Not dumb at all. Sounds like test anxiety to me. I struggled with that in high school . I didn’t know you were a slow reader, Teddy.” Baku says pulling your hand before you can dig your nails into it. “Yea. One of my professors thinks I have dyslexia and ADHD...but I’m not stupid sooo.” You hum rocking on your heels “That is not what either of those words mean, and I know you know that, L/n.” Bakugou growls he absolutely hates when you or Kirishima talk down on yourselves. “Yea but it feels like it though.” You sigh biting your lips

📕🖊 Before Baku can say a word, Kiri swings the door open. “Babes! Have you two hotties missed me?” The red head shouts coming through the door way smiling until he sees your puffy eyes and tense posture. “Bakugou Katsuki, I know you fucking didn’t?!!” Kiri questions suspiciously leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder and wrapping a protective hold around your waist.

📕🖊 “The Absolute fuc-” Baku’s defensive rant is cut short as you kiss the hand holding yours to quiet him as you answer Kiri “No Eiji, he didn’t. I’m flunking like half my classes.” You huff meeting his eyes with quivering lips trying your best not to cry all over again

📕🖊 Kiri is stunted into complete silence. The only thing he can think to say is an apology to his boyfriend for jumping to conclusions. Last time he checked your GPA’s a lot more impressive that his. “How the fuck is that even possible? You transferred into the honor courses.” Kiri says completely baffled moving to where he could see your face.

📕🖊 You explain to your boyfriends all the things that have been tripping you up and confusing you. You detail how hard studying has been as far as staying focused and actually understanding lengthy test questions

📕🖊 Kiri has a million questions at first but stops half way through after Baku grabs your overnight bag and leads you out the door. “You’re gonna freak her out all over again, Shitty Hair, if you keep going at her like that.” He could tell you were getting overwhelmed, and might cry again “My bad, Pebs.” Kiri says kissing your cheek as he follows behind

📕🖊 Once you get back to their apartment and Baku askes for your help making dinner. He has you read the directions and ingredients to him. You stumble through most of it, but that doesn’t stop him from praising you as soon as you finish. He has since learned you and Kiri do best when told how well you’re doing vs his typical shouting method

📕🖊 The three of you set an assessment time with the Student Disability Services on campus that doesn’t conflict with the Boys’ schedules, because they insisted that they’d both be there to support their baby and wouldn’t take your bullshit excuses for an actual reason to miss it

📕🖊 Kiri helps you make flash cards for your next test. If he remembers nothing else from Baku’s tutoring sessions the importance of repetition is drilled into him...among other things. Each time you ask him how that went he’ll just shudder. “It was the most intensely terrifying experience of my high school career, and we fought villains pretty regularly.” Kiri deadpans before grinning like the Cheshire Cat and covering his head. “You’re full of fucking shit, Shark Week! I’m the best tutor you assholes could hope for.” Baku yells pushing Kiri’s face into his pages of notes.

📕🖊 The night before your disability assessment you find yourself tossing and turning at like 4:45 in the morning. Kiri repositions pinning you in place so you face Baku’s back. You trace soft shapes into him just before he flips meeting your eyes. “Lil early isn’t it, Babygirl?” He whispers brushing away a few stray box braids covering your face. You don’t bother answering and instead offer him your palm and he takes it without hesitation interlocking your fingers with his. “Nervous?” He hums when he feels the steady trembling of your hand.

📕🖊 “Katsuki, what if there’s nothing wrong with me? What if it’s just me? What if I’m just...” you trail off not sure if you want him to hear how much this subject shakes your confidence. Bakugou moves close enough for your foreheads to touch. “If you’re just not smart? Not even possible. Whatever it is me and Kiri will help you go beyond. I know this is scary, but every first usually is.” Bakugou smiles softly

📕🖊 “Bbbbbuuut maybe I’m just du-” You attempt to argue until a sharp nip on the side of your neck where Kiri was peacefully nuzzled quiets you. “Nope. Not a chance. Pebble, don’t talk shit about my girlfriend again.” He mumbles in a gravelly half sleep voice. He settles again and snakes an arm around hips as he tugs Baku into you with the other. You open mouth your more to defend yourself but KatSuki just bops your nose as he closes his eyes, “You heard, the sexy ass red mountain. You’re fucking smart. Go back to sleep, Kay?”

📕🖊 “Kay.” You sigh digging your face into the crook of Baku’s neck. You lay there out argued but feeling overwhelming loved, so you chose to let them win the debate. The boys hardly agree on most things so they were totally probably right about this one anyways.

📕🖊 You are on a very very short list of people who Bakugou Katsuki repeats himself for. Like boy lets you “huh?” the fuck out of him. He will often cup your face or hold your hands if he needs tell you something important b/c he understands you’re a tactical learner

📕🖊 Best believe that all your future successes in classes big and small will be celebrated you getting taken out for icecream and if it’s a graded paper they’ll put on the fridge like you’re in grade school. You find it a little embarrassing but it really makes you feel like you’re making progress

📕🖊 Kiri brings your favorite snacks for study sessions so he can reward you for right answers and staying on task. You call it “childish” at first until he shrugs “Oh my bad we can try something els-” about to put them away. “Noooooo no those are my favorites.” You nearly jump over the table. Kiri has a shit eating grin the rest of the study session

📕🖊 When giving directions from the passenger seat both Kiri and Baku typically do a good job of remembering you need them to point left and right

📕🖊 If you’ve had long day in tutoring and homework and you guys are watching anime Bakugou will read the subs to you. Sometimes if he’s in a particularly good mood he might even imitate a voice or two

📕🖊 Kiri would politely let you ramble about one of your niche interests and will help you get back to your point when you get lost in a tangent

📕🖊 Don’t let these two hear you call yourself “dumb” or “stupid” Kiri will just act like he can’t comprehend what you’re saying like deadass “Pebs, speak English please. Nope not catching that, Babygirl. Did you say you were a smarticle particle? An intelligent ass motherfucker?! Oh, of course you are!” While Baku is more like “Sorry what was that? I thought I heard a very accomplished and creative thinking ass bitch say something? A incredibly capable ass bitch say something?A smart ass bitch say something?” Your only response is yes and then you get a forehead kiss

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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“A GOD’S GIFT”.

HAPPY LOWMAN X READER

Prompt 54 requested by @HOOOLI13 and an anon. “She’s my girl”. “I’m what?”

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

WARNINGS: Smutt and fluffy Happy.

AUTHOR COMMENTS: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. The gif isn’t mine.

Tag list: @STARRYNITE7114 @CHIBSYTELFORD @DAZZLEDAMAZON @MARA-MPOU @SAMMSKELLINGTON 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

** Flaco = skinny man.

The first yawn appears near to twelve in the morning. You've been working for the last six hours with the motorbikes of the crew, after deciding that it was a good time to go over the bodies. Covering your mouth with a hand, making a bad move, you cut the back of the other. A slight scream goes out of your lips. Seeing how the blood begins to sprout, you jump from the floor to take a cloth to wrap it. It's not a deep one, but goes all over the back of your hand and it stings too much. You're not the kind of girl who has a low pain threshold, but you've been feeling weak these last few days and sounds like someone has cursed you.

Walking through the yard, with the work jumpsuit knotted to your waist, you notice that your shirt is stained with your own blood and seems more exaggerated than it really is, just because you shook your hand as a reflex act.

“AYE! The bloody hell, kid?!” Chibs is the first one who practically jumps off of his chair, leaving the cards on the table, to take your arm between his fingers. You release the cloth to show him with a smile forced on your lips.

“You ok?” Happy is worried too, placing his body behind yours, looking over your shoulder. He's not surprised, not as Juice, who has a look of horror in his face. Unbelievable he's a Son' and all the thing he has done.

“Not sure if I should gotta' the hospital. It's not... deep, not even painful, but the body of the bike was covered in grass and oil”. You raise your gaze to the president with a soft shrug.

“Ya' shoul', kid”. He nods after some seconds looking thoughtful.

“Got you, love”. A tattooed arm surrounds your abdomen, pushing you to follow him in his way to the parking on the front yard. “How you did it, uh? What were you thinking about that distracted you?”

Happy looks at you intrigued. He knows you well, he knows how concentrated you are when you're taking care of their motorbikes, but you don't have a correct answer for him. The man clicks his tongue, leaving some hidden caresses on your belly now that you two are so close. And with the hand you placed before on his shoulder, you give him some tickles, with one of your nails trailing the skin of his neck. He pulls himself away abruptly from you, with a shy smile on his face, rubbing the area where your finger was.

It happened seven months ago. You were drunk and you lost a bet against him. One thing led to another, and you began to be friends with benefits, with the difference that you don't fuck with other people. You never talked about it, but seemed like Happy was satisfied with you, and you with him. Even if Chibs told you it was fine, you're not the kind who mixes business and pleasure; but sometimes, you like play soft games like this one. Happy is not someone dearly, and you're sure that you are the closest thing to having a girlfriend for him, but he tries to make you feel comfortable all the time.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You don't know what's going on, but the emergencies are almost collapsed, so seems like you're gonna have to wait. Another yawn forces your mouth, shaking your head hoping this helps you to stay awake. Happy has an arm on the back of your seat, turning slightly with a raised eyebrow. Now he knows what happened, making him snort looking away. Last night you were talking until very late with Tig and probably you didn't sleep much longer than three hours.

He's not jealous. But he is. But he's not gonna tell you. But you feel it. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's annoying. You come closer with the intention of giving him a kiss on his cheek, next to his lips, before he pushes his face away under a deathly silence that is going to give you some problems today. You try again, and again, till you notice how he's hiding a smile.

“I could do it all the fuckin' day, until you kiss me”. You say proudly, and he already knows it. “Kiss me”. You demand in a whisper with pursed lips, and his eyes challenging you. Your fist goes straight to his shoulder, making him rub it with a mock wince on his face. “Kiss me, you fuckin' jerk!”

“You're so aggressive. You should work on that”. He finally says, making you frown.

“‘YOU’ are calling me aggressive? Seriously?”

Lying his back on the chair, he nods very sure about his words. Fortunately or unfortunately, when he's about to kiss you, with his lips so desperately close to yours, your name sounds through the megaphone. It's been thirty minutes since you came and probably your hand is gonna fall into pieces, if they don't clean it quickly.

Crossing the hallway, you go to the indicated query, having a seat on the hospital gurney unwrapping your hand to show the wound. The nurse moves a small side table, having a look before healing you.

“What happened?” Shanon asks wetting a cotton with alcohol.

“I was working in the workshop, with the bikes”. You say, while your friend shakes his head starting to clean it. “It was with one of the bodies”.

“You're coming to the dinner, tonight?” She inquiries, while Happy is on the opposite corner against the wall.

“Yea'course!”

Wednesday is for girls, because Thursday is your free day. You and your crew meet at Shannon house to have some dinner together, before go to drink some beers in Charming. Usually, you end at Happy's house.

Five minutes later, your hand is covered by a bandage. The nurse gives you a prescription for some analgesics in case you continue feeling pain on it. With a kiss on her cheek, you head out having a look at your hand, moving your fingers for a second. Happy walks by your side, opening you every door on your way, to avoid you have to do unnecessary efforts.

“You wanna me 'ride you home?” He asks, helping you with the helmet.

“Club, please. I've to talk with Chibs”.

He nods. Man of few words. Sometimes it's maddening. But you take advantage of a traffic light a red, tightening your arms a little more on his waist, to kiss his nape dearly. He tries to avoid it pulling away as he can, making you laugh.

“Stop, I'm pissed off”.

“Why? 'Cause I was talking with Tig? He called me, why didn't you?”

He doesn't answers, rolling your eyes with a heavy snort. Dealing with Happy is fucking hard sometimes. He's not the kind of man that talks a lot, mostly in silence listening and judging. And you like it, but just sometimes. And of course, not in a moment like this one.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

“Ya' good, kid?” Chibs walks towards you, hitting softly your forehead with the palm of his hand. “What 'da docta' said?”

“That I should rest the hand today and tomorrow. But I finished your motorbikes, so it's practically like I'm enjoying my free days”.

“If Friday ya' don' feel rai', stay at home. Or come to see us. Three days without ya' is pretty much”. He nods, putting an arm on your shoulders in a warm hug.

“Wanna whisky, ah?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Hey, what happened”. Tig goes out of the main hallway, walking next to you to take your hand carefully.

“Just a cut”. You shrugs, even if he looks worried.

“Yea', if she had slept more hours, she wouldn' have been distracted”. Happy says, 'cause of course he can't keep his mouth closed as always.

“I'm not talking to you”. He replies with a frown.

“But she's my girl and it's your fault, shithead”.

“What?” You're not sure if your asking for the first thing that he just said, or about the second one.

“And why it's my fault, genius?”

“'Cause she couldn' sleep enough, listening your cocky problems about which legs you should open, 'cause hers are closed”. Happy is sitting calm on a chair, raising his feet and supporting them on the table.

“Ya' know? I'm gonna fuck you up, man!” Tig is angry, looking that the poisoned dart of the other has hit him right where he wanted.

“C'mon! 'Am fuckin' wishing kick your ass!”

Two deer fighting, horns against horns, in a time of constant mating. This is what it looks like, when you have to push them away from the other.

“You're not gonna fuck her! Put those words in your fuckin' damaged brain!” Happy is truly screwed, pointing him with a finger.

“Gentlemen, stop!” Chibs yells sharply, before taking a deep breath. “(Y/N), have Happy and get him the fuc' outta my clubhouse”.

You obey, with your hands on his chest to pull him out. But you know he's not gonna talk to you. Not after you didn't say anything to Tig, feeling like you're defending him. He's walking fast to his motorbike, but so are you, grabbing his forearm to make him stop his footsteps.

“Hey! What has come?”

Happy is staring at you with an impassive grimace on his face.

“What was that I'm your girl?”

“Aren' you?” He asks curious waiting for an answer.

“No, 'cause you didn't tag me”.

“And I'm not gonna do it. It's not necessary. Everyone knows what's between us”.

“Tig does, the bitches around the Sons' don't”. You weren't going to say it, but you couldn't help, spitting it out at last.

The man rolls his eyes taking the helmet of the top of his motorbike. You push his shoulder, calling his attention again.

“Say it!” You shout at him, really upset with the situation, hoping that he finally makes it real.

But there are no words coming out of his mouth, starting the bike before leaving you there alone. You bit your cheek inside, assuming it's over. And hurts. It hurts a lot actually.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

For the first time in years, you're missing the girls night. You're not in a good mood for drink with them, preferring to lie down on the sofa with some tv show that you aren't paying attention to and a big bowl of ice cream resting on your belly.

It's not that difficult, and you don't know why the hell he doesn't say ‘yes, you're my girlfriend’. You feel jealous too, with all these women walking towards the club almost naked, but you have never said anything, drowning your feelings until you couldn't help it anymore. Is he afraid of something? Or, does it mean he only says what you wanna listen to take you to bed?

Some knocks on the front door have your attention, leaving a sigh hoping that it's not a workshop emergency. Leaving the bowl on the table, you go barefoot to the entry, opening it. Happy is there, staring at you.

“Not today, Satan”. You roll your eyes, with the intention of closing the door on his nose, 'cause you're not going to listen the bullshit he has to say.

“I gotta go some days”. He says hoarsely. “Stockton need us. I came to say goodbye”.

Yes, he always does. He drives to your house, gives you a kiss and asks you if you're gonna wait for him, even if he knows that you're going to.

“Enjoy the ride”.

“You're fuckin' annoying, you know?”

“Yes, it's a god's gift”.

“Why is so important to you that I tag you as my ‘girlfriend’?

“If you have to ask, then you don' get it, Happy. And the only reason why are you so jealous of Tig, is because you're fuckin' possessive. Not because of you care about me”.

“You know what I feel for you, don' play fool”.

“No, I'm not. And I'm tired of being your ‘maybe yes, maybe not’, flaco. So it's over. Enjoy your ride”.

You close the door without giving him the chance to reply, holding your tears inside your eyes until you hear the roar of his motorbike.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

One week has passed. He called you and texted you every day, but you didn't reply. So, when you find him at six am at the door of the workshop, it doesn't surprise you. Keeping the headphones in your pocket and throwing away the cigar, you unlocked the big door of the garage, pressing the button of the remote control. And yes, you're ignoring him, but he's waiting to go in the workshop to talk.

Leaving your bag on the main desk, giving him your back, you hear how the metal shutter goes down again. You snort shaking your head for a second, turning on the laptop to check what's on your day.

“You're gonna give me the treatment silent?”

“I have work to attend, Happy. If your bike doesn't need anything, leave”.

“You don' have nothing to do till seven. I asked Matt”. He catches your lie. “We need to talk”.

“No, we don't”. Turning at him, you rest your waist against the desk cross-armed. “I told you what was tormenting me, and you shit in”.

“You wanna hear it? Fine. You're my girlfriend”.

“No, I'm not, Happy. I was”. You sentence. “In past”.

“You are. In present. And you will. In future”. He adds walking towards you. And, even if he looks calmed, he's fucking pissed off. “And I care 'bout you, not only 'bout your pussy”.

“And when did you realize that? After one week practically ignoring your bullshit?” You join to shorten the distance between both, facing him.

He doesn't say anything keeping your gaze.

“You're like a fuckin' mime five years old”. You joke on him in a bad mood. “When you get bored of a toy, you pull it away. And when someone takes the toy, you get furious 'cause you don' have the balls to fight for it”.

“I'm here”. He says, pretending that it's enough for you, pointing his chest with both hands.

“Yea' like a fuckin' statue”.

Losing his mind, he takes off the heavy gold ring out of his finger, putting it in your forefinger 'cause is the only one where fits in without falling off.

“Everybody knows that it's mine. You got it. 'See what it means?”

“I see what it means for the world, but not for me”. You're pushing him into the limits of his patience, till you got what you really want. “Who hurt you so bad that you're not capable of saying ‘I love you’ when you love someone? I'm not asking you to say it all the fucking time, I'm good making it real by just one damn time”.

“These are only words. And I think I've shown you in the last few months”.

“Fuck off, Happy”. You say tired of the talk that is not going to anywhere, taking off the ring and pressing it against his chest.

But before you can continue with your task, he puts his hands around your body pushing you against him. His furious mouth finds yours in a kiss full of anger, guiding you to the nearest table. And even if you want to pull him away, you can't. You missed Happy and you're fucking weak. The ring falls on the floor when you place your hands on his head.

“You're like a fuckin' nightmare”. He groans turning you, to stick your back to his chest, before pull down your jeans as he does with his. “But I fuckin' love you”.

Those words sounds like a sweet melody dancing in your ears, being interrupted when he thrusts his cock inside you making you moan needy. One of his hands travel to your hair, getting tangled in it to tie you arching your back, while he uses the other to stimulate your clit. You don't have much time, but the enough one for an angry quickly to mark his territory again, in case you forgot it.

“Shit, love... You're so fuckin' wet and so fuckin' hot”. He gasps hoarsely in your ear, with your hands clinging on his nape. “'You missed me, uh? 'You missed your flaco?”

“Fuck... 'course I did”. You say with your eyes closed.

With his free hand, he pushes your back on the table making you lie on. Pounding you hard, listening the dry sound that his abdomen produces against your buttocks, he clings his fingers on your hips. You're so close and he knows it when your legs start to tremble.

Happy holds your throat with a hand, getting you up putting your back against his chest, moving faster and deeper, with the free arm around your body.

“Fuck... don' stop... don' stop”. You beg as he loves hearing you.

“Cum for me, love”. He demands you, biting your shoulder and leaving a slight trail of saliva in the mark he's making.

And he doesn't need to ask twice. Crying out his name, without mattering if someone hears you, the orgasm shakes every inch of your body making it burn. But Happy doesn't stop till he fills you completely with a growl full of desire drowned in your neck.

You rest your arms on the edge of the table, with his forehead against your nape and his warm breath bristling your skin, taking a break in which you both recover. He pulls himself away of you, making you moan one last time, to take a rag and clean all the mess. But you're gonna take a shower anyway. Getting dressed again, Happy picks up the ring from the ground, putting it back in your forefinger.

“You're fuckin' beautiful after bein' fucked by me”. He says proudly, leaving a kiss on your cheek with one of his hands in the other. You hold it, closing your eyes for a second, drawing a smile on your face. “Only ‘your flaco’, love”.

You lick your lips nodding, seeing how he presses the button to raise the metal shutter again.

“Good luck working with those shaky legs”.

“You fuckin' disgrace...” You chuckle crossing your arms on your chest.

“Yea', but you love me”. He shrugs with no gesture on his face, as always like a statue, walking away from the workshop.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy x reader #happy lowman #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman imagine

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angelanika · 4 years ago

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How Bizarre Pt.3

<<<Part 2

Chapter Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Sugar daddy/baby relationship, cheating, cursing, implied sexual activity, depictions of racial discrimination

Your new job is how you would describe as very...eventful.

While most of the girls catered to Mr.Hara in more thrilling ways, you took it upon yourself to look after Prince and actually do some tidying up around the place, which Mr.Hara was extremely grateful for.

And being the generous magician that he is, he then materialized said gratitude into dollar bills.

One Saturday evening after you had tucked Prince in and all of the girls had left, you placed a steaming plate in front of an exhausted Mr.Hara who instantly pulled you into his lap.

The house was eerily quiet for a place that’s usually buzzing with excitement but you kinda enjoyed the peace.

You made yourself comfortable as he holds you tight against his broad chest and rests his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

His sleek, black hair was untidy and a few top buttons of his shirt had been undone but overall, the man just looked SEXY.

“Rough day?” you ask softly.

“Yeah,” he groans. “Thank you for the meal princess.”

“My pleasure.”

You hop off his lap to allow him to eat and he ushers you to sit down next to him.

As he finished, you sprung up to collect the plate but he stopped you and told you to just sit back down for a minute.

You were confused.

“So,” he finally began,”My wife is coming back tomorrow.”

Well isn’t this fucker just full of surprises...

“WIFE?!” you exclaimed, “You told me you were divorced!”

“Divorced……..in my mind.”

This bitch.

You felt totally betrayed, stupid and almost disgusted with yourself. You wanted to slap him across his cheek, spit in his face and walk out right then and there but... you didn’t.

You knew that finding a new job that paid just as well quickly would be extremely difficult, especially when the employers here were always reluctant to hire...people like you…

You basically had to fight for your last job and even after all that struggling, they still didn’t pay you well.

Mr.Hara watched the anger wash away from your face, being replaced with that of just annoyance and uncertainty of what to do next.

Taking notice of your semi-cooldown, he figured it was ok to continue, “She was dealing with some international relations for the Hero’s Commission abroad and was gone for quite a bit, but as i said, she’ll be back tomorrow so I have to make some changes.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, plopping your exhausted body down in the luxury dining chair, holding your aching head in your hands.

“Ok, so what does that mean for me?” You asked without even looking up.

Mr.Hara adjusted in his chair a bit and cleared his throat, “ahem well obviously I can’t have all the girls here anymore, so I let them go.”

Your face flew up, “Even Lada?”

“Yes, sorry, I know you two had gotten close.”

You only sighed and dropped your head again as he continued.

“But I would like for you to stay if you don’t mind.”

Seeing that you were the only one who really worked around the house and took care of Prince, it made sense.

With his wife around, his little “maids” are gonna have to actually do some housework and that’s where you come in.

“My wife will probably try to cut your pay but don’t worry, I’ll still top up your account and such. So what do you say princess?”

You remained quiet.

“I understand if you want to go,” Mr.Hara said quickly during your silence, sitting up and reaching for your hand, “but it would be a real help if you sta-”

“fine.” you whispered.

Relief washed over the unnecessarily attractive man and he was finally able to relax back down in his seat.

But just as he slouched back down, you swiftly jumped up.

“But if she’s a bitch then I want extra,” you argue.

Mr.Hara immediately laughed at this and dragged you into his lap once more,

“Well I guess I’ll be paying you extra princess.”

* * *

The next day, just as he had promised, Mrs.Hara arrived.

She had long manicured nails and shiny jewelry to match. Her silky dark hair rested by her slim waist adorned with an expensive diamond clip. She looked a tad younger than Mr.Hara himself but her stare was just as intimidating.

The minute she stepped through the door, the whole atmosphere changed drastically and it was plain as day that their relationship hadn’t a single drop of romance.

You wondered if it arranged for connections or convenience or something like that but then again, that ain’t none of your business.

"Welcome home," Mr Hara stated plainly.

“Mm thanks" she boredly replied.

She huffed while taking off her brown fur coat, to which he makes no effort to assist and you laughed to yourself at the thought of how eager he is to remove other women’s clothing.

"Where's Rosalina? I need a massage."

"Actually…” Mr.Hara began, “Ms.Rosalina was getting a little old and had served us well for years so I let her go."

Mrs.Hara glared at him.

He then grabbed your shoulders and presented you in front of her.

"This is Y/N L/N, our new maid"

The terrifying woman finally acknowledged your presence.

She eyed you up and down and up and down.

The sass in you was aching to do the same to her and turn up your nose, but u suppressed to urge.

"Hm," she finally says, "at least she looks the part."

TF SHE MEAN BY THAT?!?!

"Ok Y/N, I'm not comfortable with you touching me just yet, so fix up a plate for me quickly, I'm starving. I don't care what it is."

"Ok," you said ready to walk off.

"Oh and one more thing....its Yes Mrs.Hara"

As you strolled passed Mr.Hara to slip into the kitchen, you quickly tapped his shoulder and whispered, "Remember. Extra."

* * *

It had been a little over 2 months since Mrs.Hara's arrival and you were balancing working at the house and the daycare pretty well.

When you finally arrived at the mansion one Friday to complete your evening work, you immediately noticed a missing luxury car from the massive driveway.

"Mrs.Hara," you spoke, "should i prepare the dinner table for you and your husband now or will he be out a bit later?"

She straightened up from her lounging position on the couch and looked up from her phone to face you.

"Oh yeah, about that. I kicked him out."

Huh?

Your soul left your body.

Fly high y/n 🕊

"W-what do you mean you kicked him out?" You damn near shouted. Your voice laced with desperation and your eyes wide and shaky.

Mr.Hara was the only reason you kept this job, the only thing getting you through this job!

She turned to you with a raised brow, confused as to why this would bother you so much.

"I caught the old dirtbag sleeping around so I kicked him out," she explained calmly.

"Frankly I knew he always had other girls in our bed and I was with other men," she laughed, "but I got tired of it, you know, so I kicked him out."

You felt sick.

"P-please excuse me," you mutter.

Mrs.Hara only gave you a small nod before plugging back in her earbuds and turning to her phone.

You dashed towards your small chambers and immediately took out yours.

"Please pick up! Please pick up! Please pick up!" You chanted into the device as it rang.

The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please tr-

Fuck...

“Come on you dirty bastard! Pick up! Pick up!”

The number you have dialed is unavailabl-

FUCK!!

You probably tried to call Mr.Hara’s phone at least 74 times that evening and each time there was no answer.

You didn't have anyone to ask for a possible new number.

The extra cash suddenly stopped being deposited into your account

And honestly, now you were just tired.

Rumour has it that he left everything behind to go live his best life in the tropical paradise of Jamaica soaking up the sun, sand and sea and fully enjoying the Caribbean girls and culture.

You laughed to yourself as you thought about all these bizarre events that took place throughout the year and landed you where you are now.

All you could do was laugh at this point.

You looked back at the list Mrs.Hara had left on the table for you this morning, mentally ticking off "Make Lemonade" as you placed the 2 jugs in the large refrigerator.

"Ok y/n," you said to yourself, "time for the cupcakes! Ouuu Prince is gonna love these!"

As you zoomed through the kitchen, as busy as a bee, Bakugou was on the other side of town casually strolling through the hotel you had left just hours before.

“Did you enjoy your stay, Ground Zero?” asked the polite lobby boy as he opened the large glass door for the hero.

“Yeah Yeah Whatever,” Bakugou grumbled while pulling up his dark sunglasses.

But he was in a better mood than most days and was feeling generous.

Before he slipped through the door, he stopped and pulled out his wallet, “And uh, here’s a tip- WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Lobby boy: 👁👄👁

“WHERE TF IS MY MONEY?!”

“Umm sir...we’re gonna need you to lower your voi-”

“STFU and take this,” Bakugou yelled while shoving a $20 bill into the boy's hand.

The boy went on to thank the Pro Hero but Bakugou was already storming out the door and throwing himself into his car.

“I’m sure I had a few other hundred bucks in here, where the fuc-……...THAT BITCH!”

It all finally came back to him.

“THAT SNEAKY FUCKING BITCH! Ohhhh when I get my hands on the slu-”

*Brrrrr Brrrrr*

Bakugou continued to curse under his breath as he aggressively shifted around in the car to grab his phone from his back pocket, “Tch. What is it shittyhair?!”

“Hey Man!” Kirishima chirped, “Just reminding you about the kid’s birthday party today.”

“HAH?! The fuck you talking about? It’s my day off!”

“Uh well no, not really. You agreed to show up for the kid’s party today at 4, remember?”

Bakugou finally took a glance at the notifications on his phone, revealing the 20+ reminders from his assistant and notes in his calendar.

Oh yea this shit to make him lOoK bEttEr iN tHe pUbLic eYE.

“AGHHH!! Fine...I’m on my way. I just need to go home and grab my costume.”

“You’re not at home?”.

“No shittyhair, I’m at a hotel.”

“What are you doing at a hote- OHHH!” Bakugou could practically hear Kiri’s smirk through the phone, “so you finallyyy got laid, huh?”

“Shut the hell up! It hasn’t been that long shittyface!”

“Its shittyhai-”

“WHATEVERTHEFUCK”

“Haha alright man,” Kiri laughed, “Just hurry up ok? I’m pulling up now and these people are LOADED!”

Bakugou started up his car and put Kirishima on speaker as he began to drive.

“Yeah ok whatever, just send the address.”

“Alright man, will do…...wait, HOLY SHIT Bro!”

“What is it?!” Bakugou barked.

“Aye man, make sure you dress well! The maid setting up here is SMOKING HO-”

*Beep* Call Ended

“Tch. Fucking dumbass…”

A/N: wheww what a piece of drama! Sorry if this seemed rushed, I really wanted to get the backstory out there, without taking away from the main plot 😅 Thanks for all the support, sorry for the wait but sit back, things are gonna get heated🤪

Taglist:

@jazzylove @blkirishima @lovinthesiz3 @lasnaro @starrylustrousastraea @thanx-idonttry

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bittywitches · 4 years ago

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Hi! Idk if you’ve seen the trend ‘Kissing my Best Friend’ but if you have, can you do one of those with either of the twins? I just love them so much and I’m in my feels🥺😂 thank youuuu💕

Omg I should definitely be working on the meet cute asks rn but god I love this idea so much I had to write it 🥺🥺 thank you for suggesting it b!!

“Fuck.” You paced back in forth in the bathroom, your heart pounding a million times a minute. You never thought you could possibly be this nervous in your entire life, but you were. You kept shaking you hands because of how goddamn sweaty they were.

“Y/N COME ON!” Grayson’s voice boomed from the living room, almost giving you a heart attack.

“GIVE ME A SEC!” you yelled back.

“IF THEY COOL DOWN TOO MUCH THEY WON’T TASTE GOOD!” He was talking about the cookies you guys had made. You’d asked him to come over to bake them so you’d have something to film for the beginning part of your Tik Tok (of course he just thought he had come to hang out), but now you weren’t sure if you were ever gonna get the courage to finish it.

“FUCKING WAIT ONE SECOND!”

“JESUS OKAY!”

You weren’t usually one to yell like that, but god you were so nervous. You buried your face in your hands, rubbing it fast to try and get yourself together.

You never thought you’d ever end up doing something like this. Your feelings for Grayson were always supposed to be a secret. Literally nobody knew, hell you barely knew up until a few years ago. You guys had been friends since Elementary school. Best friends! But dear lord you loved him so much, you just never thought it would ever end up being expressed in one way or another. You didn’t even know how you’d convinced yourself into doing this, it was so unlike you and fuck you couldn’t stop shaking.

You sat down on the toilet seat, bobbing your knees up and down. You were biting your fingernails as you replayed what you planned on doing over and over again. All you had to do was just set the phone down, and then..

“Fuck I can’t do this,” You muttered, then slapped your hand for biting your nails again. You pushed your hair back behind your face, holding your forehead in your hands with your elbows on your knees. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t mess this up. You loved him so much and if you were the reason why you guys couldn’t be friends anymore then-

“Y/N, you good?” You yelped when you heard Grayson’s voice right outside the locked door and the sound of his knuckles knocking on it.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST Grayson!”

“The hell are you doing in there?”

“Taking a shit! Now fuck off!” you yelled.

“Okay, damn!”

The sound of his footsteps walking off made you feel uneasy, and you groaned, racing up to the door and pressing your face to it. “Sorry I yelled!” You called back to him.

“Whatever!”

You pressed your forehead against the cold wood of the door, then banged it on their gently a few times.

“Fuck me.” You walked back to the sink, looking at the mirror. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts and one of Grayson’s sweaters. You were used to wearing his clothes, but now it felt weird considering what you were about to do.

“I literally can’t do this.” You ran your hand up into your hair and gripped your roots, pulling on them gently to try and stop your insanity. “No. I’m gonna do it.” You dragged your hands down to squish your cheeks. “oh god this is going to go so badly.”

You slapped your cheeks, and shook your head. “Okay okay okay…” You brought your hands up in front of your face, and you could literally see your fingers shaking.

“Stop that.” You shook them, then held out your right hand in front of the mirror, trying to steady it, but it literally would not stop shaking.

You slapped your hand again. “You fucking wimp!” Your eyes went to the clock, and you realized you’d been here for almost twenty minutes. It made sense why Grayson was checking up on you.

“Okay. I’m doing it.” You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, briskly walking out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen.

“There you are, did you have diarrhea or something?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Shut up.” You went to the counter, and you stood there with your eyes closed for a few seconds, trying to calm your excessive heartbeat. After that you tried to prop your phone up against the wall, but cursed when it wouldn’t stay up because of your trembling fingers..

“What’re you doing?” Grayson asked, watching you fumble with your phone.

“Gotta record the taste test.” You breathed out, finally getting the phone to stay upright.

“Ahh, right.” He turned back around, probably going to get another cookie.

You breathed out and went to stand beside him.

“Gray.”

He was doing something on his phone while hunched over the kitchen island, not paying any attention to you.

“Grayson.”

“Yea.”

“Gray.”

“Mhm.”

“Gray!” You grabbed his shoulder and shook him, finally getting him to look up.

“What??”

You brought your hands up to his face and pulled him down to yours, your lips meeting with his. You could feel your fingertips pulsing against his skin and you didn’t dare open your eyes because you were so scared of what you’d see.

He lingered there for a second, then immediately pulled back, causing your heart to literally leap into your throat, you were terrified that you might puke it out.

When your eyes jolted up you saw his open wide, a bit of an awestruck expression on his face. “No way,” he muttered.

“What?” Your voice quivered in the middle.

“Don’t play with me like that, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean-”

“WHY did you do that?”

“Grayson what are y-”

“Do you like me?”

“Why the fuck else would I kiss you, dumbass?!” You yelled that last part.

“Shut the fuc-”

“GRAYSON!”

“C’mere you asshole!” He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You let all of your stress and fear out as you sighed against his lips, your shoulders falling in relief. You tried to bring your hand up to him, but he pulled away when he felt them quivering against his chest.

“Oh my god are you shaking?” You let out a half-laugh-half-sob as you nodded, your eyes scrunching up causing a few tears to well up in them.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking cute.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you sank into his warmth, relaxing fully as you laid your head in the crook of his neck, his chin propped on top of it.

“That is the scariest thing I have ever done in my entire life.” You laughed against his chest.

When he felt your arms tremble in his embrace, he kissed the top of your head. “Jesus, you absolute angel.”

You snuck your arms up his chest and around his neck, fully burying your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent to calm you down.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, squeezing you gently. “You are such an asshole.”

You shot your head up. “What? Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Excuse you, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t think you-”

“Neither did I!”

“Wait,” He pulled you away from him. “Is that what you were doing in the washroom this whole time.”

“I was fucking nervous!” You laughed, shoving him in the chest.

“Oh my god,” he went to hug you again, but then pulled back just as quickly.

“Is this why you invited me over today? Like as a set up-”

“You don’t have to stop holding me to ask questions.” You reached around him again and pressed yourself into him, and Grayson happily obliged, leaning against the island as you did so.

However, you ended up pulling away, just so you could press your lips quickly to his again. As soon as you did, your face flushed.

“How are you this cute.” Grayson chuckled, leaning his head against yours.

“I’m gonna be so fucking pissed if I wake up right now,” you muttered quietly, and Grayson threw his head back laughing.

“Good thing you recorded it for later.”

“Oh my god shit the camera!” You pulled away from him to race over to the counter and grab your phone.

“There’s something your followers are gonna obsess over for a while.”

You grinned at him as you pressed the button to stop recording.

#grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan concept #grayson dolan x reader #dolan twins fanfic #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins concept

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heyheshi · 4 years ago

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10 Years of One Direction

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written and uploaded: July 23, 2020

🦋 - fluff

Please like and reblog! Also please don’t post my writings anywhere!

I wasn’t really planning on uploading this Thursday and this isn’t what I was supposed to write lmao, my mind is all over the place for the past few days due to 1D’s 10 year anniversary but oh well, here I am, waiting for Zayn to say something... anyway HAPPY 10 YEARS guys! More power to our family! Gosh I feel so old!

Masterlist

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"I'm almost done with the frosting babe!", you yelled from the kitchen hoping your boyfriend can hear you from his room upstairs. Slowly but surely, you wrote the delicate letters on the cake you made just for this occasion, "10 Years of One Direction".

"Come quick!", you heard footsteps descending from the stairs, "I'm done upstairs love, just gotta bring up the drinks.", Harry kissed your cheeks as he brushed passed you and opened the fridge to get some soda.

"Don't forget the wine. Is the laptop set up?", you asked finishing off the lettering with three exclamation marks.

"It's all done Y/N", your boyfriend laughs at you, "you're much more stressed than me! Loosen up lovie", he winked at you and run back upstairs. You just rolled your eyes and smiled.

You carefully placed the cake on the clean counter and cleaned up your mess. 30 minutes before midnight and you're not on your decent clothes yet!

Now, it's not exactly your fault why you're doing the cake this late. Your boyfriend thought that you made 2 cakes as that's what you both talked about but you decided to just make one and completely forgot to tell him.

You woke up nearing lunch - making a checklist on the things you need to get done for the day as preparation. Quickly eating breakfast (more like brunch) Harry made and started cleaning his room and did his laundry.

You often spend the night at his house so doing the domestic stuff for him is not much of a big deal to you. You basically live here anyway - but today needs extra work.

Around 2 p.m., you started to make the base of the cake as Harry leaves to go to the gym. You finished it, deciding to make the frosting later, and took a nap.

You woke up around 7 p.m., just in time to make dinner. On your way to the kitchen, you can hear H humming, something he does when he's alone. You smiled at the thought, cannot hold back yourself from kissing your boyfriend welcome so you run to where he is - quickly stopping in your track once you see him.

"Hi baby! The cake tastes so good, it'll be phenomenal with your frosting", you saw Harry eating the base of the cake smiling at you. You don't know how to react. Your mind working miles per minute.

"Har- i- babe! I only made one!"

"What do you mean you only made one, lovie?", Harry asked still eating the cake.

"I got tired earlier and just decided to make one...", face-palming yourself for your own carelessness.

"Oh shi- I, we can make another one! I'll make it! I'm so sor-",

"It's alright", you rounded the counter and kissed his messy lips, "I'll make another one, you can finish this one", you smiled reassuringly at him and squeezing his shoulder quick.

"I'll make our dinner, yea?", he offered. You can tell that he feels bad about eating the cake but it's really not a big deal at all. It's food, you're raised to share food and not spoil it. Plus you couldn't really be mad at Harry as he is your boyfriend and it's his special day in a few hours.

"Of course, I'll just start on a new batch.", you kissed Harry once again as you both started working in the kitchen.

Placing the mixture in the oven, the two of you eat the dinner around 8 p.m., Harry made your favorite Alfredo pasta knowing that he's trying to make it up to you.

Both of you being the slowest eater that you are, spent more than an hour eating - always teasing and flirting to each other like it's still the early stages in your relationship.

You told H to get his room ready and that you'll do the dishes instead and a little past 10 p.m., you're only starting on the mixture of the frosting.

Now, finally, you're ready to head upstairs and change into much cleaner clothes. Delicately holding the cake and walking slowly, you finally made it to Harry's room.

It looked like a huge fort, with his bed full of pillows and snacks and his laptop connected to the t.v. with their old music videos playing. You never pictured your boyfriend as the fairy lights type of guy but oh well this night, he is.

His room looks and feels really cozy, he even got balloons on his ceiling and the banner you made a few days ago is hung near his headboard.

You saw your boyfriend fixing the plastic table on the room where more snacks and utensils are placed. As if he can feel your presence, he looked back to the door where you are standing and quickly getting the cake off your hands to place on the table.

"Go get changed love, might as well binge on our old videos while waiting for them.", you only noticed that your boyfriend is already dressed for the occasion.

You forced him to wear their 1D merch with you. He is currently sporting a 1D pajama set, a Liam socks, and a Zayn beanie.

"You look cute babes!", you teased him and run to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You can hear him laughing at you and saying something sounding like "love her to death".

You changed to your own 1D pajama set matching with H and putting on a Narry socks and a Louis beanie and exiting his bathroom.

Harry is singing along to Perfect when you entered his room. You plopped into his bed and cuddled him.

"Ready?", you asked him giddily as you went to his laptop to open the zoom app.

"One kiss and I'm ready.", he winked at you and hugged you from behind. You shrugged him as a joke and pecked his nose.

After connecting his laptop on zoom, you both went back to bed and wait for the others. One by one, the other guys started joining the meeting.

"Harry! Y/N! Man, how's everything?", Liam greeted both of you with Bear on his lap. The three of you are in the middle of your conversation when another user joined in.

"Oi! What's up fuc- oh sh- sorry!", Louis raised his hand as he saw Bear on Liam's screen. El only laughed at her boyfriend and started talking with the rest of you.

Niall joined a bit later speaking without a sound. The rest of you reckoned that he's having a hard time setting up his zoom app until another user joined, and that's when Niall's audio started working.

"Ello lads! And ladies! And baby!", Niall cooed at Bear while Bear only stared at the web came, shyly.

"Sorry guys! Z is still in the bathroom! You know him!", the very pregnant Gigi joined the meeting as the others started talking to each other. You haven't met her in person so you're fangirling over her. Harry squeezed you to his side and laughed at you lightly.

"Hello hello!", at 11:59, Zayn finally appeared on the screen, Louis cheering for his best friend's appearance.

Everyone started talking, Bear being taken away to sleep after a few minutes.

"Was gonna egg your houses, except yours - Harry and Zayn. Liam and Niall, you keep dropping hints fooking hell!", Louis exclaimed while everyone laughed at him.

"I mea-"

"Shut up Liam!", Liam only laughed and put his hands in the air at Lou's antics.

"Harry, Y/N, you two looked like you really planned this!", Gigi complimented you both while you blushed whispering a thank you.

"She forced me to wear this! And look at her socks!", H raised your foot so the others can see it.

"Awe Y/N this is why I love youuu", Niall teased you. You haven't recovered from Gigi, now there's another teasing!

"Leave m’ girl alone! She's fangirling over Gigi!", you nudge Harry's ribs hard, feeling so embarrassed.

"Oh gosh, that's cute! I wanna meet you in person! I've already met El when we did this photoshoot, right El?", Gigi enthusiastically said as Zayn rubs his girlfriend's belly.

"Yes! We have to hang out! Ni and Li! Make sure your girlfriends join us!", Eleanor looks so happy and it makes you wonder how she does it in the midst of all the hate she receives. You and Harry aren't public yet and it makes you think of what will happen when you do.

"Harry keep it in your pants!", Lou suddenly shouted when he saw your boyfriend staring at you.

"M not doing an-"

"Baby fever man!", Niall laughed at Harry for being so obvious. You're so embarrassed at this point so Harry just flexed his room and the cake you made to remove turn the attention away from the both of you.

"Man, how do you think they'll react to the Infinity video?", Niall asked.

"Gonna be a blast, they don't know that Zayn had a part!", your boyfriend exclaimed beside you while everyone agrees. Within the next few hours, different websites will premier it and everyone can hardly wait.

Everyone stayed up until 5 a.m. catching up and reminiscing until they have to forcefully go to sleep for later. They can't wait to see each other for the interview with BBC where they'll be announcing their plans.

Each said goodbyes with a promise to arrive early to spend more time together before the taping starts at 12 p.m.

You and Harry both went to the bathroom to brush your teeth, Harry staring at you through the mirror as you did so.

"Mhve iwn wifh mo."

You rinsed your mouth with the water and replied, "what? I couldn't exactly understand you baby."

Harry finished rinsing his mouth, "I said move in with me... please."

"I- Harry re you sure? I mea-"

"Yes, I am! You're basically living here anyway! I want to take the next step with you.", he tried to woo you while hugging you in front of the mirror.

You nod and said yes. Turning around to kiss him.

"I love you", he said.

"Love you more", you kissed him once more, "Let's head to bed! You gotta be up nice and fresh for later," you tugged his hands towards his room and settled down.

“I always look good babyyy...”, and as much as you wanted to fight your boyfriend, he looks really cuddly now.

“Yes, you do, got a killer genes and all”, you run your hands through his hair smiling softly at him, as you felt your eyes became heavy.

“You do too! Our kids gonna have badass looks!"

“You definitely go a baby fever huh? Let's focus on your interview tomorrow first, yeah?”, you hugged him tight and tickled the back of his neck.

H only laughed, "Definitely got one, wanna be a father to our kids but I also can't wait for our fans to know what we're up to!", Harry placed his head on the crook of your neck.

“Good thing I want you to be the father of my future kids then... and tomorrow, they’re gonna love it! Gonna be thrilled about your announcement! Everyone’s been waiting for it! Happy 10 years again, so proud of you and everyone behind your band's success."

“Thank you lovie", Harry replied as he kissed your neck.

With that, you kissed his forehead goodnight and made sure your alarm is on to start the day.

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ktellmeastory · 5 years ago

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They Call It Pretend-Adam Sackler

Hey, hopefully you receive this one! So as I was browsing I saw some smut prompts that if you wish to indulge with some Sackler! “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” and “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

Okay so this gif has nothing to do with this story, but as it’s my first ever reader insert, and its just me being filthy about my love for one Adam Sackler. Enjoy!

Warning: Smut (public sex), foul language, NSFW

You can’t help but laugh as you see Adam stumble out from his bedroom, his hair an absolute mess. You had heard him come in later than usual last night, but you of all people understand the time commitment theatre really is. Currently, you were hired to work backstage on the show Adam was staring in, as the head of wardrobe, and you had come home right after you had finished your nightly tasks. You look over at the clock and bite your lip. It’s almost 4:30 and you and Adam are due at the theatre at 5. “You may want to hit the shower and grab something to eat Sackler,” you say as you turn the music coming from your phone down.

“Try to stay quiet for me…Can you do that?” Adam says holding his hand out towards you, almost as if he’s going to put his rather large hand over your mouth. And he has done that before, multiple times in fact. It’s one of his favorite ways to shut you up when you two argue in the apartment he took from Hannah when she left the city. You nod slowly, a bemused grin taking over your features as he stumbles towards the bathroom, your attention going back to the few dishes left. “Kid,” he calls and you look up into his warm brown eyes that are slowly starting to wake up. “Will you pour me some cereal?” You nod again and he disappears behind the bathroom door.

“Let’s go kid,” Adam says holding the front door of the space open for you. “You’re going to make me late” he teases as he throws his arm over your shoulder as you catch up with him and his stupid long legs. You want to slap him, and probably would have if your boss hadn’t walked up at that exact moment.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she says to you. “Both of you actually…Masie isn’t going to make it today and we need you to step in. You’re the only one that will fit the costume”

“And she’s always going over the lines with me…What happen to Masie?” Adam asked, ignoring the look of almost panic flashing over your features. Yes, you’re an actress. Yes, you’ve been studying the lines with him. But you were so not prepared for this to be your day.

“She got arrested” Maggie said as her and Adam continued into the space, your head so far gone it takes you a moment for your legs to catch up.

“Again?” Adam asked with a laugh. “What a crazy fucking bitch…what did she do this time?” he asks throwing his bag onto the floor by the coffee maker.

“Some chain herself to a tree shit…the cop that got her was that one she fucked on the cop car,”

“Oh fuck…I remember that pig,” Adam said with another loud laugh as Maggie walks away and he looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “You doing okay kid?” You nod slowly, but you’re not sure you believe it and from the way his eyes shift you know he doesn’t for sure. “Hey…” he said, dipping down to get to your eye level. “You don’t have to do this…we can call the whole fucker and just go back to the apartment…I’ll put my hand down your pants…” You laugh and his eyes light up in a smile. “Yea I’ll put my hand down your pants and play with your clit” You slap his chest with a shake of your head and a small smile.

“Thank you…” you murmur looking up at him. “I guess I’m just nervous to get thrown to the wolves” Adam grins at you and throws his head back, howling loudly and no everyone is looking at you two. You throw your hand over his lips, pulling it back and rubbing it on his shirt after he licks a large stripe up your palm. “Eww…You’re the worst” He grabs you by the shoulders, turning you and marching you towards the dressing rooms.

“You love me and you know it, so go get dressed” he says slapping your ass before ducking into his own dressing room.

All things considered, it isn’t going as bad as it could be. Of course, this is New York theatre and the whole piece, which is set in multiple rooms, meant to be a look in at the world as it really goes. People can come from room to room as they see fit and you run the scenes on a loop until you get the signal to move to the next. Everyone has been great to you, understanding that you’re not perfect, that you’ve jumped into something you weren’t 100% sure what you’re doing. But everyone has been great about picking up your slack. It’s time however to meet Adam for your next scene in the ‘bedroom’.

When you walk in, your mouth goes slightly dry. Adam’s already there, pulling his shirt over his head. Somehow you had put it out of your mind that you were about to pretend to fuck Adam in front of a room full of strangers. You and Adam had been roommates now for just over a year and for the most part you had kept the lines tightly defined. For the most part. But after he and Jessa had broken up, and you were on a dry spell you had maybe possibly found yourself with his head in between your legs, and had almost probably fucked him against the fridge. For the most part, Adam was just your best friend, but every once and a while his dick needed wetting and you loved the feeling of being split in two by him. You give him a small smile, not sure if that is you or your character before you slip into the connected bathroom, stripping out of your costume and into the small teddy and robe. Slipping out, you start your lines. “Tell me about your day,” you say stepping over to the vanity and taking seat. When you look up into the mirror, all you can see is Adam’s face, and that look in his eyes is clearly his and not his characters. You clear your throat, look down and start fiddling with the jar of lotion on the table. “Tell me about your day” you repeat, your cheeks burning red as you chance another look up at him.

“It was the usual day…” He said, licking his lips as he worked to get himself back to the script. “I talked to Hank about the raise…so we can try to have the baby…” he walked around the room behind you as you opened the lotion and got some onto your hands, beginning to rub it into your arms. “I want to try to have a baby…” he said, running his hands down your arms, turning you on the seat so you’re facing him. You looked up at him, biting your bottom lip. “I want to make a baby with you,” he pulls your arm up, kissing your wrist before trailing your fingers down and pressing them under his boxers and onto his already hard cock. You gasped, your eyes going wide. “You gonna make a baby with me?” he asked, lust evident in the husk of his voice. You squeak out a yes, pulling your hand from his considerable length, like seriously why is it always such a shock to you how big he really is? He trailed his hand down to your elbow and used it to pull you up. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cum”

“Adam,” you whispered at him. He was so not following the script anymore and you wouldn’t put it past him to actually…and there it was…Adam pushed you against the wall, his hips pressing your hips tightly to the wall. His lips skimmed your neck and up to your ear.

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you…We’re supposed to be fucking, so let’s do this right” he whispered in your ear before taking your earlobe into his teeth. You shivered in his arms and gasped as he pulled back to look you in the eye. “Can you do that kid?” he asks his hands bunching into the silk fabric of the teddy on your hips. You nod slowly. “We’re going to be great parents,” he says loudly, his hands pulling his cock free from boxers. “Don’t you think?” he asks as he pumps himself a few times. You nod, and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Ye…yea…Yes, we’re going to be great parents.” You murmur. He grins and leans down licking up your neck before attaching to your lips. His hands moved underneath your teddy where he pulled your panties to the side. He pulls his lips from yours before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Don’t be too loud for me kid,” he teases soflty before he pushes into you, burying himself in one swift thrust. You both stifle groans by pressing your lips to each other in a mash off teeth and plush lips. One of his hands goes to the wall behind you the other pulls your hip tightly to his, your hands go to his shoulders as he starts pumping into you, your ass hitting the wall as he keeps his hips slamming into you. “You like this,” he growled into your ear, his hair falling into his eyes. “You like me fucking you in front of all these people…You like it you little cum whore…”

“Fu..fuck…I do…I do” you moan out breathlessly. And honestly, it’s very true. You never would have thought it was true but as you feel that familiar coil starting to tighten deep in your stomach you know its true. “Shit…”

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his eyes trailing down to where your teddy is bunched. You trail your hand in between your bodies and start to play with your clit, gasping out as he hits that spot deep inside you. “Shit,” he growled out. “Keep clenching me like that kid…Just like that” You keep your fingers moving, your other hand going to push his hair back from his face as he pulls your leg around his hip allowing him to go just that much further.

“Oh god…fuc…fuck” your grip on his hair tightening.

“Cum for me…right now…cum on this cock” he growls as he leans down and presses his lips and teeth into your neck. It’s not a hard order to take, your teeth sinking into your bottom lips as you clench around him cumming hard and fast. He pumps two more times before you feel him shooting thick ropes of his cum deep into you. “God damn you’re so fucking good,” he murmurs into your neck. He pulls out, pulling your panties back into place before pressing himself back into his boxers. “Keep that safe for me, until we get home” he says with a grin before kissing you again and turning to go to the next scene.

#snackler #they call it pretend #Adam sackler x reader #Adam sackler #Adam sackler x you #Adam sackler imagine #Adam sackler fanfiction #Adam sackler/reader #Adam sackler/you #hbo girls #girls hbo #Adam driver

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liliesoftherain · 5 years ago

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hello love,, would you mind doing 27 with shinso or todoroki pretty pls????

A/N: So sorry about the long wait hun! It’s pretty short but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Title: A Little Lesson

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

27. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Hitoshi Shinso!:

“Are you kidding me right now?” You sighed, glaring at your boyfriend sitting next to you.

He looked at you with a bored look, shrugging before burping once more.

“Hitoshi that’s disgusting.”

“Your point?”

You groaned in annoyance, shuffling away from him. The other people in the room looked on in curiosity, they have never really seen you guys upset at each other, even if it was something as small as a burp.

“So what movie are we watching tonight?” Midoriya broke the awkward air, holding up two different DVDs.

“Oh let’s watch that, I hear it’s super funny!” Ochaco pointed happily at one of them.

“Yea let’s do that! I want my spirits to be lifted, and what can do that better than a laugh?” You agreed.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Shinso frowned at you, arms crossing over his chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied, copying his movements and crossing your own arms.

“What, are you trying to say that I don’t make you happy or something.”

“I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m trying to have a great movie night, please don’t ruin it like always.”

“Like always?”

The rest of the gang gave each other a look, feeling very weirded out by having front row seats to your spat.

“Excuse me-”

You and Shinso looked over at Iida, who promptly stopped at the sharp look he received.

“What.” You spoke at the same time.

“Um, If there is something going on we understand, communication is very important in a relationship. However, I believe having this right now is making people uncomfortable. If you’d like, we can have movie night another day.”

You gave an apologetic smile to your friends, uncrossing your arms to set them in your lap.

“Sorry guys, I understand being uncomfortable, I think we can still watch the movie, just let me move seats.” You gave a look to Hitoshi before standing up.

He reached out and grabbed your arm, standing up to meet your eyes on a level playing field.

“What, too good to sit with me?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t owe me.. You do! I thought I was your boyfriend. What’s your issue lately, I don’t get why you’re acting like this.”

“Me? What about you? Have you taken a look in the mirror recently?”

“What the hell are you talking about-”

“You do everything you can to annoy me!”

“Like this?”

Shinso burped once more, straight in your face. You let out a shriek of anger, smacking his chest.

“You’re such a jerk Why can’t you be nice like, I don’t know, MIDORIYA!”

“M-me?” The boy squeaked, all eyes on him.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart, truly, sorry that I really don’t give a fuc-”

“W-would you look at that, we have to go study!” Midoriya rushed off, pulling Iida and Ochaco with him. Todoroki followed right behind, trying to stay silent as possible.

“You don’t give a fuck huh!? Really!”

“Yea really!”

“Well good, cause they’re gone and I really wanna watch a movie now.”

“Me too love.”

You and Hitoshi smirked at each other as you shared a high-five, you sitting on the couch as he went to put a movie in and turn the lights off. Snuggling into his side you side, happy as he pulled you in closer and kissed the top of your head.

“I feel kind of bad for doing that to them.”

“Don’t, they’re the ones who have been cutting into our date nights. Let this be a little lesson if they ever find out we staged it.”

“Oh gosh, I can imaging Iida’s yelling already..”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, now,” He pressed play, “lets just enjoy each other.”

“Right, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

You both finished up the movie, cuddled up in each other’s arms. You went to stand, but his strong grip pulled you back.

“Hey (y/n)?”

“Yes love?”

“Don't bring up Midoriya again.”

“O-oh I’m sorry Hitoshi, I was trying to do like, improv-”

“I’m not mad at you, but I don’t want him to get any ideas.”

“Oh Toshi~ I’m yours and only yours.”

“Good. Broccoli could never.”

“Yes yes, broccoli could never, you dork.”

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha hitoshi shinsou x reader #bnha hitoshi shinso #shinso hitoshi #shinso hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #mha shinso hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha shinso x reader #boko no hero academia #my hero academia

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 5 years ago

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MHA Headcanons

How would they react to their non-gender-specific s/o winning the Sports Festival?

starting with girls this time bcuz everyone knows I’m fricking gay

Mina

“I knew it! I fucking knew it bitches!” she yelled, taking out shirts with your name on it for the entire class to wear. She even offered one to Aizawa, who said he wasn’t allow to wear. He secretly wanted one though, he was just so proud of his adopted child.

As you stood facing your final opponent, you could hear Mina from the stands screaming her lungs off, smiling ear-to-ear as she shakes her classmates around her.

She only stops when a boy from 1-B has the audacity to shush her. Mina knows this boy, he looks you up-and-down whenever you pass the classroom.

“You’re just jealous that they like me you fuc-” Aizawa wrapped his scarf around her mouth, forcing her to be quiet.

“That’s enough for you.” Tsu smiles, watching you. Mina does to, she just can’t take her eyes off you. As you run around, dodging left and right as if you have eyes in the back of your head, she feels such pride in you.

She can’t stop screeching, pouncing off the walls as she watches you. Everyone else is focused on your fighting skills, but she can’t stop thinking about how you’re so cuddly and you are the strongest student in UA.

She never wants to let go of you ever, and that’s a promise.

Momo

She can’t help staring in shock as you dodge attacks left and right, doing everything that you never did in training. Momo watches the way you move, taking all of her tips as you keep winning, not even letting your opponent skim you.

On the other hand, he is taking major damage from you. Momo thinks about how you two rehearsed your special running, zooming left, faking right, and the going straight.

“Left, right, right, left, straight, straight.” She watches, memorized as you follow the plan exactly.

She can’t help but be so proud. Momo fell in love with your quirk almost as fast as she fell in love with you, so she always had improvements to tell you that would make you even better. Of course, she had felt like you were ignoring her lately, the way you looked so tired while she talked. Now, she realized you had spent time at night practicing her plans and improving. And now, look where it had gotten you.

She felt such pride knowing that she had helped you, that some of your victory was thanks to hers. She was even happier that she had helped you reach your full potential! Champion of the freaking sports festival!

The very thought of you winning made her blush, and she knew she would kiss you the minute she could! Sure there would be hundreds of people trying to talk to you, but for one second, she knew that you would talk to her. It’s just the kind of sweet person that she loved.

Uraraka

As she watched you run around the field, she felt herself crying. You two had talked about this as she had cried about his financial issues to you. You had calmed her down and told her that you would take care of her. That you two would live in a wonderful house as heroes, that you would take care of her parents, and that money would never be an issue for her again.

You would make her life perfect, and she would never cry again. As she watched you down there, fighting for her role for 1#, she knew you meant it. She knew that you could do whatever you put your mind to, and a promise was a promise.

As you hit your opponent to the ground, to where he could barely stand, you looked behind yourself and up at Uraraka. Blowing her a kiss and making the crowd go wild, Midnight announced to the stadium that you won.

Uraraka found herself mumbling, getting dizzy as her friends around her shook her in happiness. 1-A was estatic, but Uraraka felt her heart jumping out of her body.

As soon as you walked to join your class, Uraraka shoved everyone, even Bakugo, out of the way as she ran to hug you, wrapping her legs around you. As she kissed you, her legs still wrapped around your torso, she began floating in happiness.

It took Todoroki and Deku to pull you two down before Aizawa used his quirk. You both fell to the ground, laughing as you two held hands. Uraraka knew she couldn’t ever let go. You were the hero that would turn her tragic life into a love story.

Todoroki

As he watched you beat the shit out of your opponent, he couldn’t help but feel warmth in his body. It was the same feeling he got when you hugged or kissed him, or anytime he saw you in your swimsuit.

Except, this time, he felt happiness swarm his body at the same time. As you skillfully zoomed around your opponent, he watched his dad’s reaction to you. His dad seemed... angry? Good.

He could only imagine seeing a child better than his own infuriated him, while also seeing how happy that child was. How free your spirit was, and how silly you acted. You could even bring a smile from Aizawa, the zombie human.

And at the same time, Endeavor had talked to you before. Sure Endeavor had no idea that you were dating him since Todoroki knew it would enrage his dad, but you had come over as a “friend” for a “school project” which really was just some hot making out and Todoroki introducing you to his family and giving you the tour of his mansion.

Yet, Endeavor had sat down with you, talked to you, even questioned you. He asked about sensitive subjects like why you lived with Present Mic and his family, and not your own. This caused Todoroki and his father to start yelling violently, which ended dinner for sure.

As you finished your opponent with your secret move, the entire crowd erupted into roars of fans as you looked around, almost passing out from over-working yourself.

Then you saw Endeavor, with that confused look on his face. He looked appalled at how powerful you were, since you didn’t have that much muscles and you were pretty thin thanks to a fast metabolism. How on earth could you even be real? Honestly, Endeavor was impressed, but not as much as angry that his son wasn’t better. It was Todoroki’s fault he wasn’t as powerful as you, right?

As the match ended, you ran to meet your class, Endeavor following close behind, wanting to talk to you. Immediately Todoroki ran up to you, hugging you tightly. “Can I kiss you?” he asked smoothly, sending chills up your spine. “Yea, but your dad is right t-”

You couldn’t talk anymore as Todoroki kissed your lips passionately, holding you closely. Nothing sexual, but more protectively.

Sending messages saying that you were his, especially sending that message to his old man who was burning in rage and confusion. As you kissed, you could hear the cameras flashing behind you as Todoroki imagined pictures of you two kissing circulating the News station for weeks, smiling at the thought of his dad being questioned about your relationship.

You two would be the hottest new couple in town and he would make sure that your relationship got famous.

“ENDEAVOR’S SON AND SPORTS FESTIVAL WINNER; YOUNG LOVE?!”

Tenya

As Tenya watched, he felt shakes congratulating him from his seat as he watched you. “Dude, good job!” Kirishima smiled, cheering loudly for you. “Why are you congratulating me? All that skill is her own... look at the way she moves. She’s so much more powerful than I thought!” It was true, Tenya had never realized how powerful you were, and it was only going to get better from here.

He knew you had a secret move, you were just waiting for the right time to use it, near the end so when you used up all your energy, he would be done for!

But as Tenya watched from the sidelines, he found himself getting angry. How dare the competition do this to him, making him watch as you constantly got thrown around like a rag doll, even though you were winning. You were still getting hurt, even injured.

He knew that recovery girl would have to focus on you very much. Kirishima had broken your ribs, Uraraka had dropped you from a large height, and Deku had punched you right in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and having you crumble to the ground. It pained Iida to see you fight, and he was just grateful that he didn’t have to fight you. Your greatest weapon was the puppy dog eyes, and that would have him surrendering in seconds.

He wouldn’t be able to hurt you, to hear your groans of pain and to see you cough blood. But you were a fighter, it was just one of the things he loved about you.

That’s when you used your secret move, sending your enemy to the ground. Iida knew it would, he had let you use that same move on him before, except lighter. Your opponent was surely on the verge of death as they wheeled him out on a stretcher to recovery girl. As soon as you exited the arena, thousands of news reporters followed you, taking photos and asking you questions. “Tell us, what’s it like to be the Sports Festival winner? What teacher led you to push yourself? Do you have any other hobbies? Will you model for us? Who’s your greatest inspiration?”

Instinctively, Iida grabbed you by the waist, growled at the reporters, and kissed you passionately. “I’m so proud of you princess.” he whispered in your ear.

Kirishima

As Kirishima watched you run around the arena, he saw some of your muscles showing through your shirt. You were the hottest, manliest thing in the world, he was about to cry. Most guys would find it threatening or bad that they’re s/o was better than them, but it just made Kirishima cry.

Kirishima was happy for you, especially proud to be your boyfriend as he watched everyone in the stadium stare at you intensively their eyes wide open. “Dude, do you see this! Look at them! And that!” Kirishima hugged his bro back as he looked at Denki, smiling. “Bro, are you crying?” Denki asked as Kirishima nodded happily, not denying it. “Yea bro. I’m just so happy.” Denki started crying too. “It’s okay bro. It’s their big day.”

As they said that, you finished your opponent with your big move, knocking your opponent out cold. The stadium was quiet for seconds before it erupted into screaming, yelling, cheering, and more. Midnight walked out and raised your hand as you smiled, looking around and finding Kirishima’s friendly face in the mix.

You smiled at him directly as his heart skipped a beat. After you took a few photos with happy All Might, proud dads Aizawa and Present Mic, and impressed Endeavor even, you walked out to join your class. There stood Kirishima waiting for you patiently, his heart jumping around excitingly as he smiled.

“You did so good baby.” he whispered, walking over and kissing you slowly before turning around and smiling at the cameras with you at his side. You rolled your eyes for your cheesey boyfriend as you kissed his cheek.

The entire class applauded you too as the cameras flashed. You knew that you and Kiri would show up on the cover of some magazine. You were excited to remember this moment forever.

Bakugo

As of his luck, you were his competitor. That’s right, the very person he had kissed and cuddled with and trained with... was right in front of him, about to fight him. “I want to win Katsuki, I need the prize money.” You whispered to him as he began to get upset. He nodded, knowing that you were right. “Walk out of the arena Y/n. I’m not fighting you.”

You just shook your head, refusing. You were just as stubborn as he was, that was why he loved you so much.

“I told you to go!” He blasted many deadly explosions your way, but he knew you could take it. “Get recovery girl!’‘ Midnight yelled, about to stop Bakugo from killing you. That was, until she saw you standing like nothing had happened. You had dodged every explosion?!?! NO WAY. “K-Katsuki.” You began crying, showing your arm to him. Your arm had 3rd degree burns, the blister bleeding and sizzling. “I-It hurts.” You looked up at him to show your puppy dog eyes as he immediately softened. “Then surrender! Go get help!” He yelled, confused at what you were doing. “No, I’m going to make you watch me in pain. Watch me cry, make it burn. Watch that you hurt me. I thought you loved me Katsuki.”

Immediately the crowd began booing Katsuki as he stared at you, at your hurt arm, feeling instant regret. Instantly he ran out of the center before running back to you. As the buzzer sounded off, you found yourself getting woozy and passing out from the pain.

You woke up in the room minutes later, an IV injected into your arm. You were still in your bloody uniform, except you had bandages on your burnt arm.

“You’re awake!” Katsuki rushed to your side, kissing your forehead in relief. “Y-you’re not mad?” You began crying as he just shook his head. “I couldn’t ever be mad after I did this to you. You were right, you do need this prize money. Now you can stay at UA, with me. It’s a win-win for both of us.” He kissed your forehead as he helped you stand.

“Come on! All the photographers want pics with you I guess. I’m not letting of of your hand so they’ll have to deal with it.”

I spent all night writing this ❤️❤️ If you wouldn’t mind leaving a comment so I know if people are actually enjoying my stuff! 😘😘

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lovelybunny08 · 5 years ago

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A Blissful Moment (Revised)

♡ Pairing- Jimin and you

♡ Genre- Smut and One-Shot

♡Description- You finally convince your friend to go out to a club; on the last weekend your in Korea.

♡ This is my first story in a long time. For personal reasons I am scared of writing but thanks to some people I decided to try it. Please leave comments on what you honestly think. ♡

♡ Word Count- 3,644

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You monotonously check your Instagram one last time before putting your phone back in your clutch. You’re currently in the backseat of an uber with your best friend as you head to one of the hottest clubs in Gangnam. You had spent the last few days begging for her to go until she finally caved. You knew you had her when you argued that this was your last weekend in Korea, and that there was no better way to end the vacation than with several overpriced drinks, average to cringe-worthy dancing, and some extremely attractive strangers. Some of the mystique from the night fades, however, when you and she get out of the car and join the line that runs nearly a block away from the club entrance. This was your one of your last nights in Korean, though, and nothing was going to drag your mood.

“I can’t believe I finally convinced you to go to a club” you announce as you beam at your friend.

“You’re lucky I love you, because there’s no other way I would stand in these heels for this long if I didn’t cause honestly my feet are going to be fuc—” her words are cut off when you abruptly squeeze her into a hug.

“C’mon don’t think so much let’s just have fun” you muffle in response as you shove your cheek against hers and tighten your hold on her shoulders. If you only knew then how utterly dumb your words would sound after the events that would follow.

After shuffling forward for almost an hour, you finally reach the velvet ropes. You and your friend eagerly flash your passports to the bouncer and pay the hefty entrance fee. As he removes the ropes to allow your passage, you can already feel the bass from the music thrumming through the floor. As you emerge from the long black hallway into the main part of the club, your draw nearly hits the floor from what you see. This place was utterly massive with several bars lining every wall space, a dance floor larger than any you’d ever been on, and a balcony above stretching around the whole joint. You easily identify the balcony as the VIP lounge when you spot the security at the stair entrances on either side of the club. That didn’t stop your eyes from peering through the glass railing to catch anything interesting. Without a soul in sight you figure they must all hang away from the railings for privacy. You shrug and grab your equally amazed friend’s hand and drag her to the nearest bar. You lean across the bar to order (shout is more accurate) two vodka’s in RedBull with two shots of green tea shots. Waiting for your order, you and your friend lean with your backs against the bar, taking in the scenery once more. The DJ is losing his mind on stage at the opposite end of the club as his audience screams every time he twists the track.

“This club is the definition of high-end insanity!” your friend shouts into your ear. You quickly yell back,

“Yea, I know! I read somewhere online that it’s supposed to be one of the best clubs in Gangnam!”

“I can see why! This night club looks like it’s straight out of a movie!” She answers, and you nod your head in agreement. You feel her turn to face the bar before her arm is outstretched, handing you your drink as she begins to chug hers.

“Come on and drink up so we can dance!” She smiles when she comes up for air. With new enthusiasm, you both down your drinks in record time before dragging each other deep into the mass of hot, sweaty bodies. You begin to roll your hips in the tight space as your ears catch onto the familiar tune. You’re surprised to hear reggaeton pulsing through the speakers

Several tracks and quite a few drinks later, you and your friend are still dancing the night away as the alcohol in your veins takes away any inhibitions. A thin sheen of sweat covers you skin, making you shine with a worn out, dewy look matched with a large dopey grin as you scream as the next song begins to play. You begin dancing once more when a tall, burly man in a dark suit approaches from behind your friend. You recognize him as one of the security personnel and begin to wonder what you or your friend could have done wrong when he interrupts your thoughts.

“Excuse me, ladies, but there are a few VIPs who request they meet with you,” he explains.

With a sigh of relief, you playfully roll your eyes at your friend. Of course, she had caught the eye of some rich or famous man. Your friend was naturally stunning. Her slim frame was accentuated perfectly in her black shorts and white halter top tonight. To top it off, her long, sleek black hair draped down her back, effortlessly catching the eyes of several men throughout the night; now including some high-end suitors as well. Meanwhile, your eyes travel down your figure in a simple, green sleeveless dress that stopped mid-thigh. You look back up to meet your friends pleading eyes. You chuckle as you lightly shove her shoulder,

“Go on” you laugh. Her brow furrows slightly in concern.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Heavens, yes! I’ll be perfectly fine dancing here with strangers as we have been all night. Now go and meet whoever, but you have to tell me all the juicy details later!” You exclaim with a wink.

“But—” your friend tries to respond but is cut off by the security guard.

“Actually, they requested both of you.” He corrects.

You stand there dumbfounded, trying to process that there were high-end men up there who for some reason not only wanted your friend but also you. Before you could ponder up various explanations, you feel your friend’s grasp around your wrist as she chirps,

“Great! Lead the way!”

You both follow the security guard closely as to not get lost in the crowd. When you arrive at the bottom of one of the staircases to the balcony, you meet four other guards who quickly step aside for the guard you are following. As you climb the stairs, your eyes glance across the club to the other staircase to see how many guards there were. Damn, who was so important that there were nearly 10 guards blocking the entrances to the VIP lounge? You all eventually arrive at the balcony entrance, blocked by a swing glass half-door. When the guard swings the door open, you and your friend step onto the fine red carpet and continue to follow the guard to the back of the lounge. You stare at your feet as you all amble over because the nervousness in your stomach begins to eat away at you. What did they want? Why you and your friend? Why were there so many guards? Before you walk face-first into the back of the guard, your friend grabs your shoulder. You spare her a thankful glance before turning to take in what, or rather who, sit before you. There is a low-set square table, only a couple feet above the ground, supporting a wide variety of drinks. Surrounding the table on three sides, is a jet-black leather couch, providing a striking contrast against the red carpet. While this screams prestige, you are so distracted by your audience that your brain no longer registers—well, anything else. Not the music. Not at how the guard is no longer there. Not even at your friend whose grip tightens on your shoulder. You suck in a breath as you finally admit to yourself that you’re not dreaming. There before you, sitting casually with their arms draped across the back of the couch, are Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.

You vaguely take in a few other guys and girls sitting on other parts of the couch, but you could care less. To ease yourself in, you scan Jungkook first. He is the embodiment of sin in tight black dress attire and designer leather boots. Your mouth waters at the way the muscles in his thighs pull tightly on his pants. After adjusting to Jungkook, you breathe in sharp breath and comb over every inch of the man that is Park Jimin. His pristine white dress shirt hugs his arms and stretches across his chest and abdomen before it dips underneath the band of his black skinny jeans finished with black leather boots as well. At this point, you are biting on your tongue so hard that you aren’t entirely sure if you would be able to talk due to swelling. Content with staying silent, you continue to stare, well honestly gawk, and the way Jimin’s smooth skin peeks out at the top of his shirt where the buttons were—

“You both are pretty impressive on the floor, dancing well enough to capture the attention of these two pros” says one of the other guys on the couch as he nods his head in Jimin and Jungkook’s direction. Your friend throws a soft smile and a “thanks” before turning to squarely face you. She leans in and whispers in your ear,

“Aren’t those two guys from that group you like?” All you can do is nod your head in affirmation; your eyes not breaking from Jimin’s form once as his scan you from head to toe.

“Hey, why don’t you both come take a break beside us?” Jungkook smirks as he pats the couch between the two of them. You freeze and of course your brain decides to leave you in your most dire moment. To save you from staring blankly, your friend nudges you forward enough to stumble next to where Jimin is seated. You throw a glare at your friend as she snugly takes her place next to Jungkook. She did this on purpose. She knew your bias was Jimin, and although her intentions were pure your thoughts at the moment were anything but.

“Where are you both from?’ Jungkook breaks the silence first.

“ Oh, well I’m from the states, but my family is Hispanic.” Wow, maybe your brain returned enough for you to answer a question.

“Ah,” Jimin’s breath is hot on your ear as he leans in. “and where is your family from?”

You manage to force out a coherent string of words about your ethnicity, but the husky yet sweet smell of Jimin’s cologne left you incapable of focusing.

“That explains why you looked so sexy dancing then…” You suck in a breath as he places his hands on your thighs while admitting this. Wow. Okay. Park Jimin. His hands. His hands on you. This is happening, right now. Okay, This. Is. Happening. Now. You don’t respond to him because this has to be a dream. Nonetheless, it’s a dream you don’t want to end. Jimin inches closer to you and whispers in a low even tone,

“You don’t have to seem so shy. You know who I am. You know exactly who I am don’t you?” Jimin’s hands wander further up your thighs, the coldness of them making you shiver slightly. “I recognize your tattoo. You’re an ARMY.”

Your eyes fly down to your wrist where you had a tattoo of the cover of the Love Yourself album inked onto you as a permanent reminder. You had been a little concerned that he would view fans as off limits, but the whole time Jimin continues to run his hands up and down your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you want to feel him most

“I—” You cleared your throat to prevent squeaking. “I—won’t tell anyone I saw you and Jungkook here, I swear.” Your promise radiates in your eyes as you lock gazes with him. His eyes pull into a smile.

“I trust you…and you haven’t even glanced at your phone the whole time you’ve been here.” Both pairs of eyes stare at the object of conversation. You remember you had placed your phone on the table when you were sitting down. As if on cue (and the universe working against you), your phone buzzes with a notification. That part is fine. It’s just a random email. However, it is behind the notification that turns your face scarlet. Staring back at you and Jimin, lit up in all of its LED glory, is your lockscreen of Park Jimin’s abs. Oh, yes. The universe does indeed want you to hide away forever. Your face falls into your hands, and you don’t even try to explain it. Although, you can’t resist the curiosity of seeing his reaction, so you spread your fingers to peak through them… and you’re met with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen grace his angelic features.

“Aha, I see what type of ARMY you are…” he grips your chin to make you look directly into his eyes. “You’ll do what I say, won’t you dear?” Surprisingly, your motor functions haven’t short-circuited, and you manage to nod your head. “Good. Now be a good girl and sit on my thighs, legs open, facing me” he demands.

He doesn’t need to ask twice as you’re quick to follow orders. As soon as you’ve placed yourself over his lap, you feel his hands cup your jaw as you’re drawn forward into him. The kiss is hard and deep, contrasting with the soft, pillowy feel of his lips. You let out a small groan and an instinctual roll of your hips before you abruptly still on top of him. He is hard, very hard. This lets you know two things: 1) Holy hell you got THE Park Jimin hard? Your ego has never been more inflated, and 2) his size was well above what you have dreamed and that speaks volumes. Feeling more courageous after this discovery, you experimentally roll your hips harder across his erection. When you pull a deep growl from his throat, you know it’s over. He drags you in by your hips and begins kissing you even harder, tongue encircling yours and fighting for dominance. Small moans from both sides only spur you both on further until you’re positive your dripping. As you continue to encourage his wandering hands, he bites on your bottom lip and drags it through his teeth, pulling away to flash a devilish grin.

“You want me little bunny?” Fuck. You’re already soaked and now the nickname? Hell, if agreeing to him makes him put his mouth on you again then you’ve forgotten how to say no. You bite your lip as your hands trace up his chest, your eyes following your motion until they lock with his.

“Yes,” you half moan, half whisper to him. You feel one his hands sprawl across your upper back and suddenly you’re falling forward, chests pressed tightly against each other.

“Then un-zip my pants and ride me,” he deadpans.

“W-What? B-But—people are going to see us Jimin!”

“Shh darling, they won’t. It’s too dark, they’ll just assume you’re giving me a lap dance of sorts.”

Although in your mind you know his logic is flawed, the pull in your lower abdomen is writing his new philosophy across your decisions for the next half hour. You want to say you’re smarter—at least be able to say that you give yourself a few moments to consider.

Nope.

Nada.

Not at all.

You don’t even hesitate. You slide backwards slightly on his thighs, creating just enough space to unzip his pants and pull out his swelling erection. Stifling a moan at the sight, you ready yourself by reaching to move your panties to the side when Jimin’s grip closes around your wrist.

“Take them off and give them to me.”

You look at his expression to see if it’s a joke, but his eyes are void of humor and filled with lust. You quickly, and without shame you must add, stand up to slide off the lavender lace panties and curl the soaked material into Jimin’s outstretched palm. He immediately pockets them and drags you by your hips to resume where you both were headed previously. His fingers dig harshly into your hips as he guides your wet center down onto his dick. You both let out quiet moans at the indescribable sensation.

His size stretches you out so well, leaving a pleasurable sting as he bottoms out. You both sit there completely still giving each other time to adjust to the feeling and you the sheer size of him. Seeing your face relax, he mutters, “move” and begins to pull at your hips. You’re dying for relief, so you set a fast pace sliding up and down his length. You bite your lip in order to hold back the salacious noises you want to be screaming right now, but there are too many eyes that might suspect more than a lap dance if you do. To make up for this deficit, you pick up the pace and roll your hips even more, small beads of sweat beginning to form on your hairline and roll down your neck. Your thighs burn from the vigorous motion, and he catches the way you begin to falter. Without missing a beat, his hands dig into your flesh and guide you up only to slam you back down onto him. The pace combined with the sudden force is bringing you closer to your release.

“Please, Jimin I-I’m so close,” you whisper heavily.

“Good. Now, relax my little bunny and cum on my dick. Let go—”

“Agh! Jimin!”

You can’t help but cry out his name when those sweet words fall breathily from his lips and push you over the edge. In response to your outburst, you feel a heavy hand land on your ass, and you let out a small yelp. Your eyes flick to Jimin’s which tell you that the slap is a silent warning to stay quiet. As you continue to ride your high, Jimin gives a few hard thrusts and releases inside of you. You roll your hips lazily a few more times to help him before the oversensitivity becomes too much. You weakly slide yourself off of him and turn to collapse down next to him on the couch, your legs still dangling across his thighs. As he tucks himself back into his pants, your eyes lazily scan your surroundings. To your surprise, everyone is still preoccupied with their own business, not a single eye cast in you and Jimin’s direction. The wetness in between your thighs is growing sticky and uncomfortable, so you decide to go clean yourself before it dries completely.

“I think I’m going to head to the restroom and clean myself.”

“Yea, the bathroom is on the left down that hallway in the back.”

You flash him a nod in confirmation and rise to your feet, pulling your dress down as you do so. Jimin sends you a wink as you walk away and leans towards the table to fix himself a drink. Once you finish cleaning yourself, you stare dead at your reflection in the mirror. This is the first time tonight your mind is catching up with your actions. You can’t believe it. You just fucked Park Jimin. THE Park Jimin. In public no less! You’re equally stunned and amazed with yourself as you head out of the bathroom and back down the hallway. Once you return to the opening of the lounge, your friend is leaning on the wall waiting for you.

“Hey, y/n. I’m glad I gave you time to uh, finish up, but I’m really really exhausted, and these heels are digging into my soul now.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go say goodbye and then we can go back to the hotel.”

As you stroll back to the couch, Jimin and Jungkook rise to their feet to give their farewells. You and Jungkook exchange a laugh as you say that you’re happy to meet him. Then your friend leans in close to wish her best to Jungkook, and you roll your eyes and turn to Jimin. When you spin towards him, his face is mere inches from yours again. He leans in even closer as he slides something into your palm.

“I thought you might want to keep my number for the next time you’re in Korea, by the way thank you for the present.”

With a wink and small peck on the cheek, he sends you off. You and your friend quickly descend back to the floor of the club and make a beeline for the exit, eager to get to the hotel and flop into bed. After climbing into the back of a taxi, your mind wanders off about the fluffly sheets you would soon get to pass out on. Your friend, however, has different intentions for the ride back.

“So, uh- that was one hell of a lap dance you were giving Mr. Park, huh?”

Your head whips to her side of the car as you witness the most brilliant know-it-all grin she could muster plastered across her face.

“W-wha- h-how, b-but I-we were so care—”

“Please, y/n, Jungkook and I were on the other side of the couch, not the universe.” You stare dumbly in complete disbelief and utter embarrassment. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You had a good night, and an even greater time in Korean now, right?”

Your face slowly morphs into a large grin. “Yeah, and I can’t wait to come back for more…memories?”

“Also what present was he talking about” your friend asked.

That when you realize that son of a bitch had your panties still. You turned to your friend

“Maybe he meant the lap dance” you told her with a smile.

You both fall apart into giggles at your weak attempt to disguise your favorite part about Korea. With a few more laughs and excessive eye rolls, the taxi continues to drive into the night, closing the most ~memorable~ vacation you’ve ever had.

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roguesnezblog · 5 years ago

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(So I know this RP flopped— but ugh I’m sorry I love these OCs and ugh their untapped potential was bugging me— and I’m a dramallama sooooo yea— needed some happy ending closure (?)💖

Ferghus rapped his knuckles on the door. He giddily bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for the door to open.

Vlaedeus walked quietly into the room, the curtains were drawn but sunlight streamed in, yet not touching the bed or it’s two resting occupants. Mini mountains made entirely of balled up tissues littered the room’s floor. Closing the distance Vlad gently placed his hand on Amadi’s forehead checking his temperature, frowning when he found him hot to the touch.

Amadi stirred at his touch, the coolness of Vlad’s hand feeling nice on Amadi’s heated head.

“...weed-“

Vlad shushed Amadi softly.

“Weedle’s sleeping.”

He’d moved onto his elbows, stopping when he recognized the voice.

“Vlad.”

Amadi said flatly as he laid back down. Reassured there was no need for concern.

Vlad leaned forward and placed a kiss on Amadi’s head. Frowning afterward as he caresses the baldness with is thumb.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Well it’s a good thing you can’t see that you look like it too,” Vlad said with a weak chuckle.

Amadi moved his lips into a small smile he didn’t feel to acknowledge Vlaedeus’ attempt. Coughing hoarsely after.

Leaning, Vlad grabbed a glass of water off the bedside table. Bringing it over to hold against Amadi’s lips once he’d finished coughing.

“Drink.”

“I’mb not thirs-“

“Drink.”

Too tired to fight Amadi took a small sip. The cool water felt blissful as it slid down his throat. But he was doubling back over with coughs. “This—this is why I didn’t—“

“You need to stay hydrated,” Vlad interrupted Amadi, getting him to take another sip that stopped the fit. Helping him to settle back down after. Tucking the blankets around Amadi as he laid next to Weedle.

Ferghus saw the dark bags under Adele’s eyes as soon as she opened the door, but that didn’t stop him from stepping forward to claim her mouth.

Adele had just finished yawning when she opened the door, she barely had time to see that it was Ferghus before he was suddenly kissing her.

“Mm!!”

Ferghus moaned a little when he heard Adele’s sound of pleasure.

Adele pushed at Ferghus’ chest, separating them.

“Ferghus?” She gasped in shock. “What are you doing here?”

Ferghus smiled as Adele moved so he could enter.

“Vlaedeus is running an errand he said he didn’t need me to assist with sooo I thought I’d come visit you while I had some free time.”

Adele went back over to the kitchen where she’d been cutting up vegetables. Taking up the knife to continue her task.

Ferghus frowned when he saw Adele yawn as she went back to work.

“Sorry if I bore you,” he said heatedly.

Adele’s cheeks flushed crimson after she finished another yawn.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said weakly. “I’ve—We’ve all been a bit busy...” her exhaustion making her confess.

“Amadi’s been sick-“

Ferghus rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“And Weedle’s been taking care of him...” Adele covered her mouth with her hand as she paused to yawn again.

Vlad didn’t bother checking Weedle’s temperature. The heat radiating off of him had him sweating. Shucking off his cloak and tossing it aside, Vlad gently caressed Weedle’s cheek.

Raising up another glass of water to show, when the King’s eyes opened one at a time. “You need to drink something,” he said softly as he brushed some of Weedle’s hair away from his face.

Weedle blinked tiredly. Vlaedeus blearily coming into focus just as a jolt of irritation stabbed deeply in his sinuses.

Vlad smiled as Weedle’s lips parted.

“HehH!!”

His smile vanished when he heard Weedle’s breath hitch, his nostrils flaring awfully wide. Knowing exactly what was going to happ-

“HIIeSSHIEEEUUhH!!”

Vlad leaned out of the way, barely avoiding being in Weedle’s direct line of fire.

“Bles—“

“HIihH!! UHTCHOOOO!!”

Startled, Ferghus jumped from his casual stance against the wall at the loud sneeze. Scurrying over to get behind Adele as he looked nervously at the closed door that lead from the kitchen into the rest of the home. The second sneeze had him ducking even further to hide behind the maid he was courting.

Adele chopped the last of the carrots, dismissing that Ferghus was cowering behind her.

“The fuc-“

“-and now that Amadi’s on the mend, Weedle’s under the weather,” Adele interrupted not entirely ecstatic about cussing.

Bending down Vlad pulled out a tissue from a box resting next to Amadi’s head. Dabbing at the mess that ran out of Weedle’s left nostril.

“Bless you,” he finished, having waited just a few more moments to be sure Weedle wasn’t going to sneeze again.

“Amad-“ Weedle rasped out.

“He’s right here,” Vlad assured. Looking down to the man in question, finding his eyelids to be back down again.

“He’s asleep-“

“No. I’m not.” Amadi corrected. His eyes remaining shut as he listened.

“My apologies,” Vlad said with a bow of his head.

“Amadi...” Weedle whimpered. “I’mb sorry.” Tears welling in the corners of his eyes as his hair lightened into a bluish color.

Vlad’s brows raised as he felt his own eyes starting to tear up.

Amadi grunted as his soiled bandages wouldn’t take anymore. Causing the blood to seep beneath and run down his cheeks.

Wiping at Weedle’s tears with his hands,

“Hey, none of that now,” Vlad chided.

“This isn’t your fault, Jenkins said Amadi’s been sick and that he got you sick...”

“Mhmm,” Amadi murmured tiredly in agreement.

A sob slipped passed Weedle’s lips.

“Ugh!” Ferghus groaned as he wiped at his eyes.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you would’ve just come to Wyvrmshire. But nooooooo.”

“My duties are here and to attend to my King, Ferghus.” Adele said simply as she stirred the soup she was cooking, wiping her cheeks before her tears could fall into the food.

“And what about your duties to me?” Ferghus pouted.

Adele sighed heavily. Stepping up to Ferghus to give him a small kiss.

“I’ll get to my duties with you-“

Ferghus’ lips curled into a devilish smile as he looked to Adele.

“When I’m done taking care of my King,” Adele finished, grabbing onions off the table behind him and tossing them into the boiling pot. “And seeing to his needs.”

“Thought I was your King,” Ferghus grumbled under his breath.

Adele heard this and snorted.

Weedle’s lip quivered slightly but his tears slowly came to a stop and his hair returned to its familiar golden color.

“That’s better,” Vlad praised warmly as he straightened a blanket back over Weedle.

“So... if his stooge is sick. Who’s the unlucky soul taking care of YOUR King now that he’s sick?” Ferghus asked curiously.

“We all have,” Adele answered as she placed the lid over the pot to let it simmer and not lose it’s heat as she turned off the stove.

“Weedle was promised a kindness for caring for an ill visitor not too long ago... and Jenkins called out to collect on that promise.”

Weedle shivered. The blankets on him barely covering him.

“I-I’ll go get more blankets,” Amadi said as he moved to get up.

“No! No, you relax,” Vlad said as he placed his hands firmly on Amadi’s shoulders to stop him from ascending any further.

Before Amadi could say anything, Vlaedeus shifted. He curled his massive Wyvrm form around Weedle. Fluffing out his turquoise feathered wings to cover Amadi and provide him with warmth too.

Weedle nestled down, snuggling into the warm, smooth scales at his shoulders. Still shivering but the warmth helping immensely.

Amadi itched his finger under his nose as he scooted back to get his face away for the feathers. One of the feathers having already managed to tickle his nose.

“Hih! HgnXt!”

“Bless you,” Vlaedeus said as he slid his head closer to nudge affectionately against Amadi’s.

A slight blush colored Amadi’s cheeks. Part from the cold, and now part because of the affectionate attention.

“Someone’s feeling better,” Vlad purred as he nuzzled his nose against Amadi’s stomach.

Flustered Amadi said nothing.

Ferghus frowned as he looked at the bowl of soup he carried, none of it was for him. And it smelled heavenly.

Adele tapped on the door before opening it wide enough for her and Ferghus to enter.

Vlad placed wintery kisses on Weedle’s fevered forehead, pausing to look up when he heard the door creek open more.

“VLAEDEUS!!” Ferghus shouted incredulously.

Adele jumped at the shout, barely managing to keep from dropping the soup bowl she held.

Vlad shushed his Steward just as Adele turned to angrily shush Ferghus.

“What are you doing here?” Ferghus continued. “You said you were out on a task that didn’t need me.”

“And he doesn’t,” Jenkins said as he came up from the long hallway. “And to answer your first question, I asked for his presence here.”

“Good Graces!” Adele jumped sloshing the soup when Jenkins suddenness startled her.

Ferghus clutched Adele’s arm, steadying her.

“Why?”

“Because we took care of him while he was sick, and he promised to repay in kind someday. And with everyone being quite tired from matters that don’t concern you additional help was considered.” Jenkins answered matter of fact.

Ferghus frowned.

Jenkins continued, “Everyone has been going nonstop—“

“I-I can—“ Weedle had been listening and he moved to sit up, but only got so far before coughing.

“No.” Amadi said with a cough as well.

“You need to rest,” Jenkins added.

Weedle opened his tired eyes as much as he could, “-bu-h the peop—“

“I am taking care of everything. What can wait will and what can’t is being taken care of,” Jenkins said confidently.

He wasn’t thrilled but Weedle knew he could rely on Jenkins running things. He settled back and snuggled into Vlad’s warmth.

Controlling the shadows Vlad took and lifted the bowl from Ferghus’ hold to bring forth. Next taking up the spoon in the same manner to then feed the soup to Weedle.

“Once you’re done here Adele I need you to count the inventor—“

“Are you blind?” Ferghus growled at Jenkins. “She is severely sleep deprived! Just look at the dark circles under her eyes!”

Jenkins looked tiredly to Ferghus, his own eyes matching the Cook’s.

“You’re more then welcome to take her place so she could get some sleep,” he offered as he turned on his heel to head back to his office. Not waiting for an answer.

Amadi scoffed. Knowing full well that Ferghus wouldn’t do such a thing.

Ferghus looked to Adele. Her tired gaze meeting his with a hopeful smile.

He frowned. But the memory of him walking alone on that cold night when Weedle ordered him to leave and how she picked him up on her way back from the market, taken him back and convinced Weedle to give him just one more chance and let him stay.

Taking the soup bowl from Adele’s hands he leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek.

“Go get some rest,” he told her.

“No.” Amadi stated.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Ferghus snapped.

“She’ll rest in here so that you’ll behave,” Amadi hummed. Figuring Ferghus was more likely to act appropriately while Adele was within earshot.

Ferghus’ teeth clenched behind his lips.

“H— hih!”

Hurriedly setting the bowl down on the nightstand he plucked two tissues out of the box and scurried over to where Adele was getting curled up on a couch. With care Ferghus stuffed the dainty squares in her ears.

“HiTSCHEEHHHUUE!!”

Adele smiled with a giggle as Weedle’s loud sneeze was muffled.

“Thank you,” she said as she pressed a kiss to Ferghus’ cringing face.

Ferghus pulled a blanket over Adele before leaving her side to see to her now his duties. Picking up the bowl he strode over to Amadi.

“Can you feed yourself?”

“Yes.” Amadi growled as he sat up. He glared in the direction of Ferghus. But a mere moment later he was weaving and laying back down.

“Not hungry.”

Ferghus snorted. “I’m so sure,” he said sarcastically. “But you need to eat so you can regain your strength.” Filling the spoon with soup, Ferghus blew on it to cool the steaming broth. “Open up.”

With what strength he did have Amadi turned his head away.

“How do I know you didn’t poison it?”

Weedle slurped the soup from the spoon the shade hands held for him as he watched Amadi and Ferghus.

“Because I came here solely for Adele. Had I been prepared for dealing with you—“ Ferghus’ threat being interrupted.

“Ferghus,” Adele drawled in a warning tone.

Sighing, “I wouldn’t dream of ruining anything Adele made. Her cooking is divine and that would be sacrilege.”

#roguesocs #weedle #amadi #submission

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TEQUILA AND DAIKIRI

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: can you do an imagine with coco in where you two are best friends and one night you got drunk and go to his house and kiss him and you tell that you love him and he is like in shock and you thing he doesn’t love you back so you run away and you start ignoring him preventing from realreal heartbreak

Word Count: 1.3k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes

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“Are you sure...?” Ez asks again whilst you're taking off the helmet with some difficulties, because you drunk too much. More than usual.

You nod very convinced, while he turns his gaze from the building where Coco lives, to you. He shrugs his shoulders, taking the helmet to hang it in the handlebar. Ez turns off the motorbike when you're inside the hall, going upstairs to the flat you know by heart. The mexican and you met like ten years ago, being in inseparable since then but some months ago you started to feel something else, something bigger, for him. You think it's happened in a Mayan party, when you found yourself laying on his lap with both arms around his neck and his wrapping your body, with some fingers traveling over a side of your left thigh so kindly that melted you, your beliefs and your whole soul.

Your knuckles hit the main door, more loudly than you could think being partially deaf because of the music that was playing in the pub. You wait for some seconds till you see some light under the door. Coco opens it, rubbing his eyes kinda sleepy without wearing a shirt. You gawk at the tattoos on his chest, until he slaps your forehead with his fingers.

“Yo! Mami, it's five am, 'foc' is wro—”.

Before you let him to finish the sentence, your lips collides with his placing both arms on his neck. The kiss it's weird and a little uncomfortable, but he tastes like tequila and that's really good. Pulling him away looking at his face you know it wasn't a good idea. He's bewildered staring at you with pursed lips as you kiss them. Raising your right forefinger, trying to say something, you decide to turn over your sneakers to run away downstairs even if he's calling you, telling you to wait for him. You don't look back, down the avenue, while your legs are burning because of the fast steps going to your house.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You growl squeezing in pain with the sheets tangled in your almost naked body. The sun is on, illuminating your room in a unpleasant way. Hiding your head with the pillow, you snort heavy because of the headache hitting you thanks to the hangover. You know that what happened last night it wasn't a dream, nor a nightmare. Anyway, you confirm that fact when, after palming the bed, you find your phone. There are thirty-six missed calls and seventeen text from Coco. Turning off the wifi to avoid the double blue check, so he can't know you read them, you open the conversation.

(05:03) 💬: (Y/N) ????

(05:06) 💬: where r u ????

(05:06) 💬: pick up ma calls!

(05:11) 💬: you ok ???

(05:15) 💬: d fuc u did ???

(05:16) 💬: r u drunk mami ??

(05:19) 💬: why u kiss meee

(05:31) 💬: where r u ????????

(05:33) 💬: why don u answer

(05:33) 💬: am callin 911

(05:47) 💬: shit

(05:47) 💬: d fuc is wron wth u ??

(06:08) 💬: (Y/N) hello ?????????

(06:15) 💬: r u dead ????

(06:36) 💬: did u fockin mix tequila nd daikiri again ????

(09:43) 💬: yo u r worren me

(09:43) 💬: im comen 2 ur house u little fockin craze bech

The last message makes jump the pillow over your head to the floor. The door is almost closed and you can hear the tv on with some action movie on it. You sob because of the pain lashing your head and the shame is consuming you. Getting out of the bed, praying it's Angel who is there, you grab a shirt wearing it, sticking your head out the frame. You sob again when you find Coco staring at you, closing the door as if he didn't see you. Dragging your back down through it, you sit on the floor with your knees against your chest being surrounded by your arms.

The man pushes the door a little, but you close it again. Hearing him sighing, you shake your head.

“We have to talk”.

“Get outta' ma' house, Coco”. You blub without tears filling your eyes, just making the sound.

“That's all? You come to mine, kiss me and you're not gonna say anythen'?”

No words. You can't answer him. You're regretting what you did 'cause you thought he could feel something too. But, by the way he didn't move, nor kissed you back. The next thing you can hear is the main door being closed loud with a dry hit. You're fucked. You fucked up ten years of relationship in three seconds.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

Two days passed since he left your house and you wrote Taza to ask him to change your turn at the car scrapping, so you don't have to work with Coco. And even you think that the talk it's something that will not happen, you're very, very, very wrong.

After finish your turn, when the moon is almost on top of the sky, you go out of the office downstairs seeing the mexican sitting on your bike and smoking a cigar with a no-friends-face. He's kinda angry, upset and tired of being running behind you the last days, till he finally get the perfect opportunity. You're wearing your helmet, giving him the silent treatment and checking your pocket looking for your keys.

“I got them”. He says raising his free hand, with them on his palm. “And 'am not gonna give you, if you don' talk to me”.

“There's a beautiful night with a lot of stars”. You play fool, actually talking to him as he wants.

“Why you kissed me, ah?”

“I was drunk”.

“Yea', but I know you drunk and you didn' try before”.

“For god's sake, Coco, forget it. It was just a fuckin' kiss”.

“No, it wasn't”. He says shaking his head and having a smoke. “You told me you love me”.

“I didn'”.

“Yea', when I was helping you to get outta your dress”.

You frown, gasping and trying to say something else. But you're getting so nervous that you can fall down unconscious.

“'Course I love you, you're ma' best friend, idiot”.

“Not in tha' way, shithead”.

“Wha' you wanna hear, uh?” You ask crossing your arms and curling a leg. “Yea', 'am fuckin' in love with you, but who cares? You're not. Easy. I get it. Get outta 'fuck of my bike. I'm tired and I wanna go home to keep rolling in my misery”. Taking away your keys and pushing him, you sit on.

“Who the fuc' said I'm not? 'Cause I didn'”.

Turning your head at him in slow motion, you wrinkle your nose, shaking your head for a second as if you didn't hear what you actually heard.

“'Don' know. Maybe your rude texts? The fuck you did? The fuck is wrong with you? Why you kiss me?”

“I though' you lost a bet with the fuckin' boy scout”.

“What da'... Why I... Are you fuckin' stupid?”

“No, you are! You're the one who's giving me the back!”

You sigh taking off the helmet to put it in the handle bar, as you do with your leather gloves. You're gaze is down, staring at the keys in the lock, unable to look at him. You didn't act as you should and now you don't know what is worse.

“I'm sorre'”. You mutter looking him sideways.

“Yea', you better did, bech'. 'Cause I didn' fuc' anyone for one year waitin' you and you kissed me in a weak moment”.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny!” You start to laugh loudly with your hands on your lap, licking your lips. “Sweet Jesus Christ... You're a fuckin' moron, I swear to god”.

“Move your fuckin' pretty ass to ma' house, mami. Dare to do agai' what you did last night”.

“I accept that bet, Coconut”.

#mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz

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