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[astrobreaks]

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[rosanna-writer]

time won't fly (it's like i'm paralyzed by it) (6/?)

Summary: Every day, Rhysand wakes up next to Amarantha in her bed Under the Mountain. A prisoner, a weapon, a High Lord on a leash. He's been down there so long, it's starting to feel like time doesn't matter. Until one day, it doesn't. Feyre's death sends Rhysand back in time, waking up on the same day - over and over. Now, Rhysand must discover how to break the time loop, save his mate, and keep his sanity intact. A "round robin" style fanfiction with different authors. This work is meant to be read from beginning to end, but each chapter is written by a different author with their own spin on the time loop prompt. Warnings: canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence, temporary character death Rating: Explicit

We've had one short Feyre death interlude, yes. But what about SECOND short Feyre death interlude?

I had so much fun giggling with the rest of @feysand-hivemind over silly ways to kill Feyre amid all the actual plot brainstorming we did! Much love to this group of unhinged goofball creative geniuses <3

Read on AO3 or find the chapter under the cut! The tumblr masterlist for the fic is here.

Watching Lucien bring Feyre back to the manor hadn't been enough to ease Rhys's mind. Even as he'd hunted the faeries who'd nearly gotten their hands on her—and enjoyed it—he'd worried.

He slipped back into the manor to check on her. And call it intuition, a gut feeling, or an impossible reason he might sense things about her that Rhys refused to even consider, but Feyre was awake. And creeping down the stairs.

Cloaking himself in shadow, he followed her, footfalls silent. She made her way down to the kitchen, completely alone with all the servants still out celebrating Calanmai. There were still a few hours left until sunrise, and Rhys was sure the denizens of the Spring Court were fully intent on wringing every last bit of merriment out of their very last Fire Night aboveground.

He couldn't blame them. He wanted to savor these rare few hours of freedom, too.

It had been so long since he'd seen the stars.

But more importantly, he wanted to see for himself that Feyre got back to bed safe and sound. Blissfully unaware of the revelry outside, with its undercurrent of frantic desperation, she was busy gobbling down half a loaf of bread.

And an apple. And a lemon tart.

Mother above, the girl could eat.

She grabbed a cookie next and practically inhaled it, so quickly that she began to cough. The coughs became strange gurgling noises. Feyre's face began to turn blue.

Before Rhys could react, she'd keeled over. Her breathing stopped. He stood there in shock, unsure what to make of the fact that Feyre had just choked on a cookie and died.

Right after the mermaid, too. Perhaps everything in the Spring Court was trying to kill her.

The thought made his insides twist as the world faded to darkness and time reset again.

He followed the same steps as before; the sequence of events was becoming painfully familiar. Rhys wondered how long it would be before he could follow them without even having to think about it.

No—he wouldn't let it come to that. He'd break them out of this loop well before that happened. He had to.

After the last disaster with the cookie, he followed her back to the kitchen after Calanmai again. And because Rhysand wasn't in the business of making the same mistakes twice, when she bit into the cookie, he called her name.

Rhys knew their encounter had frightened her, even if he had saved her from the picts. He did the only logical thing and used magic to distort his voice.

Feyre flinched. And coughed again. The whole thing ended again much the way it had in the last loop, and for the life of him, Rhys couldn't decide if seeing Feyre killed by a cookie—not even once but twice —was a message or merely some sort of divine punishment.

At least the mermaid had only deigned to attack once.

He tried again, misting the cookie before Feyre could get her hands on it. She merely choked on the lemon tart instead.

Casting a glamour to conceal the food just resulted in a head injury when Feyre fell off the step stool she'd climbed, utterly determined to find something to eat.

In the next loop, he barred the kitchen door. She managed to injure herself attempting to pry it open.

The High Lord of the Night Court accepted that he'd been bested by a cookie.

The world remade itself again, and Rhys didn't attempt to dissuade her from the kitchen. He kept his distance. She lived.

Perhaps that was the lesson behind all of this—that Feyre was better off without him getting too close. Instead, he set to work hunting the picts, and as Tamlin bit Feyre's neck somewhere in the distance, Rhys tried not to sink further into despair.

[illmetkismet]

Hello is this a pack of cigarettes on the desk at the back of Luis' lab?? I need to know so I can think about Leon picking it up and maybe there's like, three cigs left in there, and he keeps the pack with him like it's not weird, like he doesn't do it because he knows the thought of those cigarettes left behind in the lab probably drove Luis nuts.

"Got a smoke?"

I know that's meant to just be a code phrase or something Luis and Ada had, but Leon watched Luis play with his lighter, his fingers itching for it. So Leon keeps the cigarettes, tucks them away in some pocket of his body armour. Finds them again days later, back in his apartment. The pack is rumpled all to hell and he feels a pang of something that isn't quite guilt. Something that slides sharp and cold between his ribs.

The pack sits on his coffee table for a week before he fishes out a cigarette and smokes it. He's been drinking, so he's not responsible for the idea. He's not responsible for the lighter he bought on a whim a few days prior, either. There's no meaning in the way he flips it open, efficient and graceless, not the way Luis did it at all.

The sound of it makes him shiver. The quiet little click-fwoosh of the mechanism and the flame, muffled in the closed-in darkness of his living room. It had been so much louder, then. Seemed to echo off the rock all around them. The flame is dimmer now too, illuminating nothing but his own hand.

Leon takes a drag and it feels like drowning. He coughs, sputters, choking on the stale smoke smell of him. He can't do it. Takes another swig of his third beer of the night and just watches the cigarette glow red between his stiff fingers until it dies, the curl of the smoke drifting up and out of sight in the dark.

He smokes the second one when he's stone sober, just to prove to himself that he can, that it doesn't mean anything to put a dead man's cigarette between his lips and feel an ache as it gets shorter with every drag. He thinks about the cigarette slipping out of Luis' bloodied mouth. He thinks about the way his breath smelled like this smoke, and his jacket too. That same taste in his mouth when the cigarette's done. It doesn't mean anything. It's the same familiar sorrow he's been carrying with him for years, all the people he couldn't save.

But this one's different.

It's different because Luis lights the final cigarette in the pack and takes a drag so deep it makes him cough.

"Lungs still shit," he says, mock-apologetically.

"Getting a knife thrown in your back will do that," Leon grumbles, and makes to grab the cigarette out from between Luis' fingers. Not quick enough.

Luis raises his hand above his head, over the ratty arm of Leon's disgusting old couch, and smiles down at him all smug.

Leon huffs. Says, "Whatever. Aggravate your barely healed injuries all you want," and gives up his half hearted attempts at snatching the cigarette from Luis in favour of slumping back down against his chest.

"Oof," Luis protests at the weight of him. "You're one to talk, eh? Been aggravating my injuries all afternoon."

Leon closes his eyes, ear to Luis' chest, listening to the inhale of another drag, and underneath it the quiet thump thump thump of his heartbeat.

"Hm," Luis hums. "Don't get all morose on me now, Sancho. I didn't shake hands with the devil and come back from the dead just to suffer your pouting."

"Ada's not the devil," Leon insists, because he's grateful. Because she rang his doorbell and left a near-corpse of a man on his doorstep, and then fucked off again before he could even thank her.

"Mmm," is all Luis says to that, reaching instead for the crushed and battered pack of cigarettes on the coffee table but finding it empty. He sighs, asks, "Wouldn't happen to have another one of these, would you?"

Leon is sleepy. Leon feels good and peaceful and tired. He mutters, "Nah. Don't smoke."

"Then what are--" A pause. Luis turns the empty pack over in his hand, then says, "Ah, seems I've bedded a sentimental fool," with a smile so smarmy that Leon can hear it in his voice.

"Don't you ever shut up?"

"I can certainly be persuaded to," Luis says, his hand dropping back down from the arm of the couch to card through Leon's hair.

"Ugh," Leon groans, but without a shred of conviction.

Luis huffs a laugh and Leon can hear it rattle in his lungs, can smell the smoke on his breath, and that's apparently the secret combination that makes the cold sharp thing that's been lodged in his chest finally slide right out.

[naughtystiel]

Castiel neatly rolls up his sleeve, angel blade in his hand. The room slowly fills with stench of blood that now covers the floor and the walls. If you pay close attention you could probably see the splatters even on the high ceiling. Ruby red starts to blend with the surrounding darkness and when Castiel looks up, his eyes are like two ominous orbs of light floating independently, his vessel a mere addition.

Dean gasps when his lungs fill in with air again, his heart pumping so fast it might give out just from the stress. "Cas, please." He rasps, but within seconds he gets yanked by his hair, hard. Castiel stares at him, expression cold like ice. "I'm not done yet." He says as a matter of fact and plunges the blade right into Dean's exposed neck. Hot liquid fills his throat and lungs as he chokes on what should keep him alive. His body hits the floor and the flannel soaks up more red, if it's even still possible with how drenched it is now. Castiel inhales deeply, he can basically taste the air on his tongue. Hot, metallic, addicting. With a sharp snap of his fingers, Dean's eyes flutter open and he coughs and spits out any residue left in his mouth. He tries to grab Castiel's leg, but he only earns a kick to the ribs and he's back on the ground. They both lost count of how many times Dean died, stuck in this sick limbo of resurrection. Dean looks Castiel in the eye and he just knows its him and the Devil in the room with no escape. As he feels the blade cut him open again, he thinks that not even the sweet release of death can save him from this hell.

[asleep-in-the-keep-sideblog]

Asleep In The Keep-Chapter 32

DPxMHA crossover Fic

Chapter 32: Interview

Summary: The aftermath of Shigaraki

Word Count: 5038

Danny immediately rushed to Deku’s side. The boy inhaled deeply for air after being strangled. Danny turned towards the man, but Deku pulled his arm back. He shook his head. That didn’t stop Danny from glaring at the man. Danny wished he had a brain aneurysm and died right there.  

The guy looked like a turnup that got a face carved in. Sam had told him before they immigrated from Ireland, people would carve turnips for Halloween. When they came to America, only pumpkins were available, and they became the new Jack-O-lantern. It fit the guy.  

“Call the…” Deku choked, “that was…” 

“Hey, there,” Danny soothed, “calm down and breathe,” Danny made a show of breathing in deeply to get Deku to follow his lead like Ma did with him. “In… and out, good job.” 

Once Deku was able to breathe normally, he frantically demanded, “Call the heroes! That was Shiguraki!”  

Danny ignored that he didn’t know who that was or even what number to call and grabbed his phone. He hit the power button repeatedly, but it didn’t turn on. Was it already broken? No wait, he hasn’t set it up yet.  

“It won’t turn on!” Danny said to Deku, trying to sound surprised. Deku just handed him his phone instead while he was recovering. Danny just stared at the screen not sure what to type in. “What's the number again?” 

“Really?” Deku was able to breathe out. 

“I never had to use it,” Danny said as an explanation.  

“It’s a song, if you want a hero, dial zero-zero-zero,” Deku gave him an almost sad look, like he missed something big in his childhood rather than a stupid jingle.  

“Right…” Danny typed out the number and hit call. It buzzed for a few seconds before someone answered.  

“This is detective Tsukauchi speaking, what is your emergency?” A man’s voice picked up. Danny thought it odd that it went to a detective and not a dispatcher or operator.  

“There’s been an attack, I’m at the Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall and-” 

“Can you repeat that? I’m getting nothing but static on this end.” The detective said.  

Danny froze. There he was again, forgetting he was a ghost. The voice from the other end kept talking and asking if anyone was there.  

“Tommy, what's wrong?” Deku had fully recovered and was looking at Danny with concern. It should’ve been the other way around since the boy was just attacked.  

Danny didn’t know what to say so instead just handed the phone to Deku. He took it but watched Danny carefully.  

“This is Midoriya Izuku,” he coughed, “Shigaraki Tomura was just at Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall and attacked me. He didn’t hurt anyone else, I don’t think, but he left when he was confronted by one of my friends.” 

“Midoriya? Hold on, I’ll send someone over to you soon. Is Shigaraki still in the mall?” 

“No, as I said he left when he was confronted.” Deku reconfirmed.  

“And how was he confronted? Did your friend attack him?” 

“No, he just came up to us and Shigaraki left.” 

It was protocol to keep the person on the line until back-up arrives to make sure the person was safe. Danny didn’t know what he could do to help so instead he just sat there with him on the line. 

“Is your friend with you now? Can you put him on the line?” The detective asked.  

“Yes, and he was the one who originally called but you couldn’t hear him.”  

“Does he have a quirk that interferes with technology or radio waves?” 

“No, he’s quirkless.” Deku clarified. Hearing him say that stung. He almost forgot he said that. While it was technically true, Danny still felt bad for misleading him like that.  

“...I see” was the man’s only response. The detective didn’t make Danny say anything. 

Danny waited with Deku as the heroes arrived on scene. It was no one he recognized, so that was good. The mall was closed due to a villain sighting, but it was never told what one so people wouldn’t panic. The heroes escorted people out and then surveyed the area to make sure Shigaraki or any other villain weren’t there. Within that time, Danny and Deku weren’t able to leave so passed the time by talking. 

“So, who is Shigaraki?” Danny asked. 

Deku looked surprised, “I thought you would know him. He’s from the League of Villains.” 

Danny shrugged. He only paid attention to the news when it was about him.  

“Tommy…” Deku looked nervous again although he tried to hide it, “Shigaraki said something…about your brother?” 

For some reason, Danny didn’t expect that. Phantom was relatively well-known here (he did have a fan club, after all). This league may want to add their rat to the race to catch him, so to speak. Danny rolled his eyes. Honestly, he had enough with people chasing after him. Fortunately, during his last encounter, Danny learned that people of this world were, hmm, weaker than he thought? Or at least weren’t equipped to deal with something like him. If this league were anything like the commission, he would be just fine. 

When it was clear Danny didn’t have anything to add, Deku continued, “Shigaraki said he’ll kill Ph- Tucker if he ever gets close to the league.”  

Danny hummed, “Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to kill us, and it won’t be the last. My dad is scarier than whatever Shigaraki can do.” At least his dad could catch a ghost, sometimes. 

Deku turned white and his eyes widened more, “Tommy, I’m serious. You have to warn Tucker! Shigaraki is dangerous. His quirk won’t just kill you, but slowly decay your body. You’ll be aware of every second.” 

Danny’s body has already long since rotted by this point. He wondered if Shigaraki’s quirk would have any effect on him. Maybe it would turn him into a puddle of goo.  

“This isn’t the first time I had an interaction with him.” Deku continued again, “Last month, he attacked my class at the USJ with the League. We would be dead if it weren’t for All Might.” 

“Trust me, Tucker already knows about him...” Something clicked in Danny’s head, “And wait, what did you say? This isn’t the first time he attacked you?! Were you hurt? Did he kill anyone?”  

Danny grabbed onto the boy’s body and started checking him for injuries like a motherly cat checking her young. The only ones there were the bruises from Shigaraki. Danny's core lurched at seeing that. He was too late to save him this time, but next time he will (he had to). The first time they met, Danny did notice he had a lot of scars, were those from Shigaraki? Danny stopped when it was obvious that the boy wouldn’t suddenly die from a wound left ignored.  

“I did break my arm, but that was my own fault, not his. My body can’t handle my quirk well, so every time I use it, I break a bone,” Deku waved him off as if that wasn’t equally concerning.  

“What?” Danny rubbed his temples. And he thought he was bad. “What about the spar? The one with Tucker? I thought he let you use your quirk?”  

“He did, but that was only at 5%. If I use any more than that I get hurt.”  

Danny smacked him upside the head, “then why do you keep using it?” 

Deku looked up at Danny, shocked, and rubbed his head. He must not have any siblings, he thought to himself. 

“I have to if I want to be a hero.” The boy looked determined, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, “I’m getting better at it, I just have to train more. I’ve gotten this far.” 

Deku must not have had a quirk before if 5% was far to him. “You know, Tucker or I could help train you? He didn’t know how to use his quirk at first either and got hurt a lot. And me, I may not have a quirk, but I can teach you how to fight without one.” 

Deku beamed and started to shake his hands excitedly. He got close to his face again like at the beach. Danny leaned back and pushed his head away. Deku looked embarrassed, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “Would that really be okay? I know you have a job and Tucker does…” Deku looked around and whispered, “stuff. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to cause I suck at my quirk.” 

“Trust me kid, it will be fine. And I want to. Who knows, if it works maybe you won’t have to break your bones anymore. Wait, is that why you couldn’t walk in the alley?” 

“No, I was still paralyzed from Stain’s quirk.” Deku clarified. “And thank you. That really means a lot to me.” 

“No problem, dude!” Danny slapped him on the back. “Tucker had fun last time, and I know I can use the stress relief,” Danny punched his fists together and joked. The heroes were better suited for that. The boy wouldn’t be able to handle it if Danny went all out.  

Deku looked at Danny as if lost in thought. 

“What?” 

“You and Tucker are a lot alike,” He replied.  

“More than you know…” Danny laughed.  

As people were still being escorted out, a group of kids suddenly swarmed around them. It was the same group Danny had seen earlier.  

There were nine of them in total. Girls made up about half of the group and Danny recognized them from the café. He recognized two of the boys from when he saved them as Phantom (one from Stain and the other a random bad guy). That left only three he didn’t recognize. Two of them looked very strange; one had six arms and the other had a bird's head. Danny got a weird vibe from the bird kid. The bad of his throat tightened when he saw him. He probably had a more ghostly quirk like the glowy girl.  

Most of the kids ignored Danny except for the girl who slightly glowed from the café. She watched him curiously with her head tilted. No one seemed to notice as they were fussing over Deku. 

“What happened?” That was one of the teens Danny saved from Stain. He had blue hair and a very rigid way of talking and moving. He looked more like a salaryman than a kid.  

“We heard it was a villain?” said one of the girls. She had cords connecting to her earlobes that Danny first thought were earrings. She fiddled with them as she spoke.  

“Are you alright, Deku?” asked a girl with rosy cheeks.  

“Hey, stand back,” Their guard-cat-cop-man instructed. He was supposed to protect them if a villain tried something. Danny rolled his eyes. If that really were to happen, he would be more useful than everyone else here combined.  

“It’s alright officer Tamakawa, they’re my friends,” Deku explained. The man eased off but watched them out of the corner of his eye. “It was Shigaraki,” Deku answered darkly. All the kids’ faces looked scared.  

“No way, he was here?” said a boy with a lightning strip in his hair. He was one of the kids Danny saved as Phantom. The teen looked around as if the villain might be hiding around a corner.  

Danny tightened his fist. That man was more pathetic than Stain in Danny’s opinion. While Stain had only attacked a small group of kids, Shigaraki took on a whole classroom and left them all traumatized. Next time, Danny wouldn’t let Deku stop him from going after the guy.  

“He was.” Deku answered even though it was rhetorical. “He asked me about Stain and Phantom. He seemed stressed for some reason but in the next breath he was laughing. I think he’s planning something, but I don’t know what.” Deku rambled as he explained.  

“Whatever it is, the heroes will stop him!” Rosie Cheeks said with determination.  

“Indeed. Evildoers stand no chance against the mighty!” the salaryman responded.  

“He ran when he saw All Might, remember?” The alien looking girl said. She looked a little like Danny but pinker.  

“Yeah. who knows, maybe Phantom might even show up and defeat him!” said the boy with the stripe in his hair. He blushed slightly at the mention of Phantom. He must be a fanboy too, Danny thought.  

Deku looked at Danny and he shrugged.  

“You’re right guys,” Deku cheered up, “I just hope he doesn’t try anything.” 

“Who’s your friend?” The glowing girl interrupted and changed the mood.  

“This is Tommy,” Deku gestured at him to his friends, “he was the one who saved me from Shigaraki.” 

Danny waved at the group of teens who now sized him up. None of them looked ready to fight him, which was a good thing. The salaryman had kept the same unreadable expression throughout the whole conversation. Everyone else had a more neutral expression or were smiling nervously. The strangest looks were from bird boy and glowy girl. Perhaps they felt the same way about Danny as he did them.  

“Hi,” Danny finally said, “You guys are all friends of Deku, yeah? That's cool. I heard a lot about the school and stuff. So, you guys are training to be heroes?” 

Danny’s stomach lurked at the mention of heroes. These kids in front of him were far away from that future. It was sorta like watching the ROTC kids walk down the halls.  

“Yes, we are.” Salaryman stated. His expression changed to whatever it was before to one of pride. “We are going to the prestigious school of UA.” 

“Did you see us at the sports festival? We were totally awesome!” Alien girl jumped up and high-fived Stripe.  

“Can’t say that I did,” Danny shrugged. He had no idea why people would watch a high school field day. Must be a lot of weirdos out there.  

“Oh.” she deflated.  

“Tommy was, uhh, homeschooled, so he doesn’t know about how cool UA is.” Deku looked nervously at Danny. Danny had no idea why he would cover like that, but he appreciated it. 

“You at least gotta know about heroes then?” Stripe asked, “what's your favorite? I gotta say mine right now are the Phantoms!” 

“The Phantoms aren’t heroes, they’re vigilantes.” A strict looking girl with a ponytail corrected. 

“I think they count!” Deku declared. He had that intense look on his face every time he talked about heroes. The rest of his classmates looked at him curiously. Deku looked up at Danny, a bit sad. “I mean, they try just as hard as every other hero, what's it matter if they don’t have a license?” 

“Yeah, you're right!” shouted a teen with red spikey hair, “I think they’re totally manly for that!” 

“What’s it matter?” Ponytail looked shocked. “There are laws for a reason! Quirk licenses are what separates heroes and villains!” 

“That’s totally bogus though,” Danny interrupted, “If that’s the case, would you call a kid that can’t control their quirk a villain? What about if their power is more emotion based or they can’t help it? It’s not all black and white. There’s so many situations where people could use a quirk and not be a villain. I get the need to have a license, quirks can be dangerous, and you have to understand the responsibility of using one, but you shouldn’t ascribe morality to it.”   

Danny had been reading about quirks a lot since he got here. He didn’t totally understand it, but saying someone was a villain simply for using their quirk in public was insane. The laws behind it were pretty unfair too. If you save someone with your quirk, you could get arrested. What if you had a healing quirk and your friend was bleeding out? Would you sacrifice her life so you don’t go to jail or pay a fine? That was the topic of one such case that Danny read about from a few years ago. Despite many people being on the kids' side, he was still charged with being a vigilante. It was waived a few months later due to a petition, but that was still the standard. It simply wasn’t fair.  

The teens stared at Danny. He probably sounded like Sam just then. Whenever she pointed out the same holes in laws back home, everyone looked at her as if she said we should kill babies. Fortunately, their reactions weren’t that angry, but it still made Danny want to swallow his tongue.  

“You know…” Bird boy started. “I hadn’t thought about it like that, exactly. When I was younger, I wasn’t allowed to go to any sleepovers, and if I did, I had to sleep in a separate room. At first, I thought it was unfair but then it just became normal.”  

“But…” Ponytail looked taken aback by this, “laws are there for a reason. It’s unfair what you went through, and it shouldn’t have happened, but we have to keep everybody safe. If everyone was able to use their quirks, that means more people will get hurt as a result.” 

“But what about the people who are getting hurt now because of that rule?” Danny tried to reason, “I bet there are tons of misunderstandings where a person is being called a villain because of a mistake?” That has certainly happened to Danny. “That could ruin their whole lives.”   

“There was always that fear in my head that Dark Shadow would act out and hurt my friends and people would think I was a villain.” Bird boy added.  

“People with emitter quirks don’t have to worry as much about that. If someone like me got into a fight and hurt someone, others would think it was because of their quirk not their strength alone. They’ll get charged with a bigger crime because they supposedly used their quirk to hurt someone.” Tentacles said. He had remained quiet up until now and had a mysterious vibe about him. That could just be the mask.  

“But my parents said…” Ponytail started again. Her hand was close to her chest, and she held tightly to the girl beside her with the other. She couldn’t finish and just went quiet.  

“Hey,” Danny spoke gently, “I didn’t mean to be mean or anything, but laws aren’t always fair to everyone.”  

“It’s okay, I just…never had to think about that I suppose. I have a lot to think about,” Ponytail held her head in one of her hands. The others looked concerned for her but one of them rolled their eyes.  

“We’re evacuating the area, you shouldn’t be here,” another officer walked up to the group. He was human looking but had wild colored hair.  

Deku’s classmates followed the officer out but a few hesitated. Bird Boy, glowy girl and Ponytail lingered back and watched Danny. He smiled at them, but it didn’t ease their staring. The officer yelled to get their attention and they were dragged off. He looked at Danny and Deku too, expectantly.  

“They are to remain here until questioning,” officer Tamakawa explained, and the other cop walked away with the other students. 

“Is she okay?” Deku said, clearly referring to Ponytail.  

“She will.” Danny responded. “She just realized that the world isn’t as nice as she believed.” 

When you’ve been told the sky is red all your life it can be hard to accept differently. If the sky isn’t red, what else is wrong? It’s like the matrix or something. Anyway, once you learn what life is like for all and not just for yourself, that's when you can start deciding what type of person you want to be. Some, like Sam, fight the injustice while others are content with the system (even if it’s directly hurting them). As Danny said, it's like the matrix.  

It took another 30 minutes for the whole mall to be evacuated. Both boys were led out by some detectives, the cat-man and the one from the phone. Danny looked back at the mall. All the lights had been turned off and the shops closed with gates in front of them. If he yelled, it would be able to reach the other side of the building. It looked more like the set of a zombie movie than a place where just a few hours before people laughed and ate in.  

Danny was the last one out the door. 

~🕵~ 

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi and Officer Tamakawa drove the boys to the police station. One was clearly UA’s first year student Midoriya Izuku. Toshinori asked Naomasa to take care of the boy whenever he could. He had been doing his best, but the kid had a habit of getting into trouble.  

The other boy, however, was unable to be identified. He told the detectives his name was ‘Grundy Thomas,’ and indeed there was even a record of someone with that name, but nothing was in it, not even a picture. The name was clearly a fake, and not even a good one.  

The teens were separated; Midoriya with officer Tamakawa and Grundy with Naomasa.  

Grundy watched him from behind the one-sided mirror, his eyes following his every move. He shouldn’t have been able to see Naomasa, but a lot didn’t make sense about the boy. When Midoriya’s phone first called him, static so loud it made his ears ring, crawled out the speaker. When he asked the noise a question, a gravelly voice responded. It was as distorted as the rest of the audio, but it was proof something was there. It was that same sound that resonated out of all their walkie-talkies or other communicators 50ft around the boy.  

Midoriya said that Grundy didn’t have a quirk, but it was clear he was deceived. That was the first thing that jumped out as odd about the boy. Why lie about being quirkless? The second was the boy’s appearance. It matched the description head-to-toe of the suspicious boy the night of Phantom’s attack. Naomasa had given the report to Eraserhead, but had heard nothing back. It was typical of UA to keep secrets.  

Grundy’s eyes darted to the ceiling at some unheard sound. Naomasa was sure he saw the boy’s ears twitch. His eyes settled back to Naomasa. He was statuesque, like a gargoyle guarding something. Although Naomasa was in another room, he could feel a strange energy coming from the boy. It was exactly how the report described it.  

‘How are you related to Phantom…’ Naomasa wondered.  

Staring wasn’t going to answer any of his questions. Naomasa opened the large door to the interrogation room. Glowing eyes followed him to the seat across the table.  

“Hello, I’m Detective Tsukauchi,” Naomasa introduced. “And your name is Grundy Thomas, correct?” Naomasa wasn’t there when the suspect first gave his name (distracted calling Toshinori), so he didn’t know if he was lying or not.  

“That’s what they call me,” the boy responded flippantly. He was telling the truth, but his answer still led much to the imagination.  

Grundy had chosen a western name. Why choose a name that would stick out so much if you wanted to go unnoticed? Grundy might have western roots (he did look the part after all). It could also be that he simply liked western names (a trait common with youths) and so chose it for that reason, but that wasn’t likely.  

“I haven’t done anything, have I?” Grundy asked sarcastically. He seemed almost defiant in a way. He sat up straight, looked Naomasa in the eyes, like he had done this before and knew what to do. His facial features didn’t show it, but Grundy hid back anger.  

“Of course not,” Naomasa said, “we just want to hear what happened from you. After that, you’ll be free to go.” 

“Hmm,” Grundy narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Clearly, he was skeptical.  

There was a pitcher of water and two cups in front of Grundy that was untouched. Naomasa filled them up.  

“Water?” he asked, placing the cup in front of Grundy. 

“Is it poisonous?” Grundy smiled as he raised it to his lips and drank. 

“It is,” Naomasa joked. He had run-ins with kids like this before, so he was unfazed. Grundy stopped mid drink and looked at him. He smiled and finished the cup, slamming it onto the table in a challenge. Naomasa filled it up in response.  

“So, Grundy-” Naomasa started but was interrupted.  

“You can just call me Tommy,” Tommy corrected.  

“Of course. Now that we have that established, what is your quirk?” 

“Why do you need to know my quirk? Didn’t Deku already tell you?” Tommy sat up and looked curiously at Naomasa.  

“I just want to hear how you describe it.”  

Tommy shrugged, “That’s easy then, I don’t have one.” 

Tommy was telling the truth. Now it was Naomasa’s turn to be curious.  

“Hmm.” Naomasa sighed.  

“What?” Tommy asked. 

“Nothing, you just don’t see many people without a quirk these days.” 

“Yeah well, I guess I’m just special.” Tommy leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.  

“I guess you are…” Naomasa replied.  

“Are you going to ask your questions, or what?”  

“I just need to get some more information from you, if that’s alright?” 

“Knock yourself out,” Tommy waved him off.  

“Right,” Naomasa nodded, “Are you going to school at all?” 

“No, I work at a café.”  

True. And that led Naomasa back to his previous question. Why would Tommy make all these decisions that make him stick out so much? It could be that by having a job he seemed more normal than a kid walking around all the time. Tommy might also just really need the money. 

“And what is the name of the café?” 

“It’s…” Tommy trailed off. “You know what, I don’t actually know.” 

Tommy was still telling the truth.  

“How long have you worked there?” It was strange not to know the name of where you worked. 

“Like a week,” he answered dismissively.  

“And what about your parents?” Naomasa decided to move on. 

Tommy’s eyes widened and they shot to the exit. His carefree attitude changed to one on guard.  

“Doesn’t matter,” he barked out, “they’re not here.” 

That statement could mean a lot of things. They were dead or simply somewhere else. Whatever it was it clearly left an emotional wound.  

“Are you done now?” Tommy crossed his arms and stared Naomasa down. 

“Of course,” He wouldn’t be able to get anything else out of the boy. “Would you be able to tell me what happened today?” 

Turns out Tommy was out shopping when he spotted the altercation between Midoriya and Shigaraki. He de-escalated by simply stepping in and Shigaraki left. He called Naomasa as Midoriya was recovering but ‘the phone was being weird,’ as he put it, so it only got static. Midoriya took over and the rest Naomasa knew. The story fit perfectly with what Midoriya told them, which was to be expected but still nice that it happened.  

“Did you hear anything Shigaraki was saying?” Naomasa asked. 

“No. I just saw he had his hand around Deku then stopped him.” 

“And you did that just by walking up to him?”  

“Yes.” Tommy groaned and leaned his head back. 

“Did you threaten him or do anything else?” Naomasa already knew that he didn’t, but he wanted to catch him in a lie.  

“No, I just said hi to Deku and he ran off. I already said that.” Tommy was getting increasingly annoyed.  

“What would you have done if he didn’t ‘run off’?” 

“I don’t know, probably fight him?” He leaned back up and rolled his eyes.  

“Is that because you think you can beat him?” 

Tommy paused. He sat up again and leaned closer to Naomasa. When he spoke again, his voice was softer and level. 

“You asked me what I would do, not what I thought.” He was avoiding the question.  

“Do you think you can beat him?” Naomasa pressed.  

Tommy smiled, “No. I’m quirkless, remember?”  

He was lying. Naomasa gulped. It seemed impossible. The ability gap between just an average villain and a quirkless teen was massive, let alone a villain as dangerous as Shigaraki. But Tommy wasn’t an average quirkless teen. Something set him apart from the others. That something had to do with Phantom.  

“What’s your opinion on the Phantoms?” Naomasa made his tone neutral, watching for any ticks in the boy's behavior. His lip twitched.  

“What do they have to do with this?” Tommy looked amused.  

“The villain who attacked Midoriya seemed fixated on that topic.” rather than the assault itself, that was the thing Midoriya looked truly stressed about. Despite still being in school, it was just like a hero to be worried about others rather than themself.  

“Why do you need to know my opinion then?”  

“Just humor me.” 

Tommy rolled his eyes again, “whatever…”  

He zoned out for a second, bobbing his head back and forth, thinking of what to say. His eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face.  

“They’re a menace if you ask me.” Tommy finally said.  

He was telling the truth.   

“They go around saving people without any regard for the hero laws like some vigilante.” He grabbed the cup and waved it around like a prop. “Don’t get me started on what they did to the heroes! Those poor guys barely stood a chance! I mean,” he put on a fake face of concern, but his eyes revealed how he really felt, “did you hear about what they did to Endeavor? I bet they scared him more than any villain could.” 

Naomasa was caught off guard.  

“Endeavor?”  

“Yeah, the #2 hero? The angry fire guy?” Tommy looked at him as if Naomasa didn’t know who that was. 

“That wasn’t in any papers.”  

Tommy froze, his previous playful energy gone in an instant. The lights of the room went dim and the mirror started to fog over from the sudden chill in the air.  

“I think we’re done here.” Tommy said. His eyes were the brightest thing in the room. 

“Indeed. I got all I needed.” 

[kickthecan-revolution]

Morning.

I met with an intuitive coach yesterday and it was powerful. He’s from Hawaii and his practice is grounded in his native roots. Polynesians call his abilities “seeing” - he explained that “psychic” is a colonized term. The first time I met with him, we did some breath work. I was laying halfway on a sofa though you couldn’t tell that from zoom, my left leg tucked up underneath me. He asked if I was in that exact position and I needed to have both feet on the floor, that he could see some energy blockage. That was kind of wild.

Yesterday, we did something called “second breath”. There’s a Hawaiian term for it but I’m not going to write it down because they don’t do that, it’s all oral tradition. You inhale - and then take a huge inhale after that, hold for 8 seconds and release. I coughed and choked the first time but it’s because I’m doing it from my throat. I focused on the second breath in my stomach and I felt it burn, like stretching a muscle. It’s still hard, I still cough but it was pretty wild how I could feel it in my body and my mind. I’m going to do it everyday. He said it will help me take in others perspectives and critiques in with less defensiveness, as it creates capacity for that.

I talked about my foreboding anxiety and he gave me some incredible advice. That for people like me, how I’m wired, I see the future clearly in many moments so when I can’t see it, I get anxiety and assume it’s because something bad is going to happen. And in that moment if I don’t have evidence for what’s going to be bad or fail, to shift it aggressively out of my body and mind.

It took a second to hear that, and I spoke my doubts about the future thing. He asked me “when you are in your job and someone has a problem, do you instantly see the solution and physically feel like you are in that place? And it’s hard to take people with you?” he in a couple of sentences, described my career in design and strategy. I was shocked and emotional. My boss told me once “what you do in meetings is put two steps immediately into the future, Di. It’s so clear to you and I see you in it, describing it. You in that moment are describing your present state, but you’re in the future. So it’s hard for people to understand it because you describe it like you’re there. You need one foot in the present, and one in the future. You have to learn how to take people with you.” For YEARS, I say something at my company and people dismiss it, only to come back and say “didn’t you say this/want to do this years ago?” now I understand that more, so I don’t have to blame my communication skills so much.

I opened up about some of the spiritual experiences I had when I was little. That when I’m with people, I just know things sometimes. That I have moments with people where I say things and I can tell it was like, I don’t know, the only term I have for it is the Christian term “Word”. He spoke directly to that and the detail feels private right now but he reminded me that these are gifts I can either choose to expand or not, but in moments of love and connection, they will come anyway so to not worry so much and how to manage the fear when those moments are heavy.

I’m going to keep it up, it’s such insight and what a blessing to experience this culture in such a pure, decolonized way. This is going to be a great year of spiral discovery and recovery for me.

[writingfumpdump]

Stenny. SP mafia lord kenny AU

[ One where Stan is in prostitution and Kenny kills the main buyer. This is purely PWP. There ain't enough bottom Stan so i wrote this purely out of self entertainment. Be warned, there's mention of r*pe and violence. ]

Kenny gently tangles his fingers in the noirette's hair. His mind absent from what was currently unfolding before, or rather, below him.

"Tell me what's on your mind, kid." Kenny lowly said as he flicks cigarette ashes to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he could see blood seeping into the room.

Gently, little embers peel off from the butt end of his cigarette. They fell and died just as soon as they were lit. An ominous reminder of what he'd do right after he was done with the whole gruesome scene.

So how could this very attractive, very innocent bystander and key witness to his murder be undeterred to even run away at all.

"Mngh sheesy nnah (I'm busy now)," he could very barely hear as the kid licks a long and wet stripe on Kenny's dick. Those eyes were half-closed and glossy. The kid expertly pumped the lower base of his cock and sucked on the tip, leaving an obvious wet trail from Kenny's cock from his mouth.

"I just want you to fuck me hard."

Kenny's eyebrow twitched briefly, he leaned forward to the smiling male, staring deeply into the other's eyes. One of the most bluest of blues he'd ever seen. A sight for sore eyes indeed.

He chuckles once. Oh, but Kenny wasn't smiling.

The blonde murderer's blood-stained coat flew behind him from a quick motion of action, his free hand digging deeply into soft, white skin. His palms felt the kid's Adam-apple bobbing helplessly, a sick satisfaction from hearing the kid gasp in pain made him strengthen the grip and want to crush the fragile organ. Kenny deeply inhaled from his fag before crushing it on the cemented wall.

Sad the kid had to die before he had some fun from it. However... Nobody ever told him he could stop anytime soon.

Hands smaller than his kept trying to pry at the grip, blunt nails had scratched the surface of his skin. The younger male didn't thrash so much, but his eyes were beginning to roll up from the pressure of his hand. Kenny found this amusing.

He kept this up for a few seconds before the kid could pass out; just letting go before the choked male became another addition to his murder sprees. The noirette coughed and braced himself by the ends of the bed just beside Kenny

"Y'know... I only said that just so you could leave me alone after you were satisfied." The kid rasps, his voice hoarse from the sudden assault. "Knew you were fucked up enough to do so since you just killed the person who was originally supposed to rape me.”

"Careful what you wish for."

The kid was still kneeling on the carpeted floor as he lies his head on crossed arms on the bed. His eyes had become a bit red, his mouth probably still sore from the blowjob, there are visible hand prints on his neck.

Oddly so, the kid stayed. Kenny was well known around town to be merciless and cold, and anyone in their damn right mind would be terrified. All of his victims were always a pathetic show of tears and snots. Kenny made it a point for them to be scared of him out their wits end.

This fucking kid is laughing.

"I could kill you right now, but you're interesting, kid.”

"It's Stan."

Kenny gave Stan an apprehensive look. One that meant he did not need to know that- And that Stan was on thin fucking ice.

"It's my name. You might get used to it. Who knows, we could develop a deep connection and knowing my name would end up you not killing me."

"Well, Stan,” Kenny ran a finger up the noirette’s nape, a slight shiver felt from the younger male. " How old are you, exactly? "

"Mmm... Does it matter?" Stan hummed. "I'll be turning 18 in a few months. I thought serial murderers don't care for this sort of small talk. "

"Oh, trust me I hate that." A lie. Kenny found himself wanting to know more about the boy. But he wasn't much a man of sentiment, he had more pressing issues at hand. “Get up. "

Stan's full height was just a few hair taller than him, and Kenny was still sitting down, “I'm going to take my time with you. Take your pants off. Oh, make it a show for me, sugar. “Kenny gave a wink. His face was still stoic as he observed the noirette.

Stan's movements were slow and sensual. He gripped the elastic bands of his pyjama bottoms and pushed it down, making a huge exaggerated gesture of bending forward as he lifts his legs to get out of the article of clothing.

"Your next pick." Stan softly spoke, peeking at Kenny from his lashes.

Taking the cue, Kenny grunted and patted his lap. "Come here, angel. Come to Kenny. Would ya?

Taking a step forward, Stan slipped closer to the dangerous man. It didn't make him scared. But his heartbeat was picking up pace.

Now that Kenny was sitting up properly, he was still clearly taller than Stan. He let his hands wander from the smooth thighs to the back of Stan's ass. Feeling entranced by the lumps of flesh getting pulled and kneaded.

"Where's the lube at?" Kenny breathed.

"It's... Under that pillow." Stan sighed, hunching his body over Kenny's.

"Nnn...” Kenny's touches was making himself riled up too, the rough hands reaching unto his delicate and sensitive skin was very stimulating. Without realising it, Stan had liked Kenny's touches so much he had straddled the man. He could feel something poking him from behind, but he didn't care. He desperately needed this - as fucked up as his situation sounds.

"That's it baby. Just melt yourself into me. You like that, don't you?" Kenny was just saying sweet nothings into Stan's ear. After he had opened the pyjama shirt buttons, Kenny licked and bit Stan's collarbones, making him cry out in pain.

"That hurts!” Stan sniffed. Tears gathering at the rim of his eyes, threatening to drop at any time.

Those words gave a jump to his dick. Kenny was encouraged to inflict more pain on Stan to get more than just one reaction.

He bit on one nipple and twisted the other using his free hand, finding extreme pleasure at how easily Stan's body had reacted to it. Stan's pretty little "no’s" and "stop it" was the complete opposite of what was happening. He had arched his body and pushed his chest out for more, making Kenny want to lick the abused nipples and make a mess more out of Stan as his other hand reached for the lube.

Small and trembling hands held unto his coat, pulling the expensive and vintage leather till they stretched. "A-Anything but my ch-chest," Kenny saw Stan spoke when the younger male clearly had such a painful erection.

"I don't want to come too soon.” This statement had surprised Kenny. What a bold kid. That mouth of his was going to land him in trouble someday.

"I ain't a saint, kid," Kenny growled. He made it into a point when he pushed Stan off him and immediately pinned him on the bed, his left hand trapped the boy's arms above his head, leaving no room for escape.

Kenny used his free hand to rub on the areola of Stan's chest, automatically making the teen's body arch and tremble under his touch. Stan cried out because it was equally as painful as it was pleasurable. Right after that, Kenny would lean downwards to suck and bite on the sensitive nubs, making Stan's body shiver from head to toe.

"Noo!-- ah!" the noirette had cried out more. Tears were spilling, Stan was starting to feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming. "Stop! Stop! Ah! P-please-"

The pressure was building up. Stan's body writhed uncontrollably from the stimulation. Kenny dug his free hand roughly into the soft part of Stan's hip to keep the boy still, bruising the patch of skin from the intensity of his hold.

When Kenny looked up, the first thing that caught his attention was how flushed Stan's face was. The teen had his eyes screwed shut, but his mouth was slightly open with a bit of drool dripping by the corner. Several strands of his jet black hair had stuck to his face, framing his face in a way that made him look angelic... which was a huge bastardization of such a position they were in now.

It was obvious at first glance that Stan was no more than an amateur. He was just a very good actor.

Kenny felt the tremble of Stan's significantly smaller frame; he was mesmerized by the way his collarbones would pop out or how erotic it was to for him to watch the boy's chest rise and fall through each breath. He wanted to see more. Needed it.

Stan slowly opened one eye and peeked through his lashes, feeling quite trapped by Kenny’s piercing gaze. He couldn't think of a single reason why he shouldn't be not dead by now. He knew Kenny had a reputation, but it seemed like Kenny looked at him more as dinner; he's just waiting to be devoured by the immortal kingpin.

Stan gasped as he felt something cold and slippery at his hole. There was a strange pain that later came when a slicked up finger entered him. It felt foreign and unexpected. He was used to hearing how rape wouldn't involve preparing the other person.

So, to the best of his ability to prepare himself earlier, Stan didn't anticipate how a difference in finger sizes would create a whole new experience for him.

Just as he was getting used to one finger, another finger added in had Stan groaning from the fullness of it. How the insides of him was invaded, it made his body heat up so much even though he was drenched from head to toe in cold sweat.

Kenny was quiet when he worked on Stan. Letting go of both his hands, he had set on using his free hand to better angle Stan's body.

From the new angle, Kenny's fingers were able to brush across a bundle of sensitive nerves that caused Stan to arch his back, grip tight on the sheet and drag his toes on the duvet.

"--Ahh!" Stan's eyes opened wide for a brief second and tears immediately reached the brink and poured down from his cheeks. He saw stars and his vision became hazy. Did he come or--?

Yes, he did.

Stan took a few deep breaths and felt cold liquid covering the surface of his stomach up to his chest. There were still fingers up his ass, but they were moving slowly and gently. As if the person was petting their own lover.

"Well, Well, I've never seen someone cum from only getting finger fucked in the ass." Kenny spoke, his tone was mirthful, and downright intrigued. "You've never had sex before. Isn't that right, kid?"

Breathless from his orgasm, Stan shook his head, finding that words would fail him even if he tried. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room, Kenny's fingers swirled around his hole, making his erection stir back up again.

Kenny slid his free hand up to tease Stan's chest again, greedily drinking in the youth's gasps and whimpers. His cock was getting harder from the noise alone, the strain in his pants was becoming more difficult to ignore.

Deft hands unbuckled his pants and soon his cock sprang out. Stan's breath stopped at the sight of the size- no way this is going to fit!

His gaze flitted up and Stan could clearly see Kenny smirking down at him as he licked his lips. Large fingers scissored in him, making the young boy cry as he was stretched out.

Kenny's eyes glinted as he took his fingers out, admiring the now pulsating pink hole. All for him.

"Now, now. Be a good boy and take it." Kenny's voice was gruff as he lined up his cock to Stan's hole, whistling lowly as he pushed in, feeling those warm walls enclosing him and sucking him in.

"Shit, you're so tight," Kenny groaned out, pressing his hips closer, making Stan see stars in his vision. "Heh, that's a good face you're making now"

Stan tried his best to take deep breaths but Kenny was an overwhelming size for him to take in. The boy could do nothing but huff and gasp as each inch filled inside him, and Kenny wasn't even moving much yet. Oh god. Oh god. It's so fucking huge. Im going to die!- was what went through his mind.

Stan would soon begin to cease his thoughts because Kenny decided that he had had enough of pushing and set a brutal pace that would make Stan's eyes roll up from pleasure. Sharp stings ebbed to electric pleasure and it was driving Stan insane.

"Mmmnn..! M-Mister!" Kenny was hitting deep at the spot that felt like electricity was shocking him all over. The slaps of skin against skin sounded so dirty as it resounded in the room. Stan felt like his air was taken away from him as he clung tightly onto the man,

"Wait! I'm-!"

But before he could finish that sentence, Stan's voice rose higher in pitch as he chased his nth orgasm, his vision turned completely blurry. He could distinctly feel a wetness on his belly, cum dripping down his half-hard dick.The push and pull of Kenny's cock was making his head turn to mush. Making all of Stan's words incoherent whenever he tried to speak.

Kenny grabbed a hold of Stan's cheek and kissed it, the bed continuously rocking from their fucking. Stan just looked so cute all fucked out of his mind, that Kenny couldn't resist wanting to make more of a mess out of the boy.

"Ah, fuck. You're so fucking tight, angel." Kenny grunted, feeling his orgasm coming close as well. His thrusts were becoming more erratic by the second. Soon, he gave a few hard thrusts deep into Stan's hole and filled his insides with jets of thick cum.

Stan sobbed as he came again, both the hard thrusts and stimulation of him being sensitive from coming earlier was turning him into a mess. Drool was dripping down from his mouth to his chin, snot also mixed in as well. He could still feel Kenny's cock inside him as the man's large manhood twitched and pulsed.

Breathing hard, Stan laid there quietly as he felt cum spill out of him. His face was flushed as red as a rose and his eyes glassy from the aftermath. Fascinated by the sight, Kenny used a thumb to stroke the rim of his ass and pull the skin there. With his cock still in Stan, the reddened skin looked incredibly erotic paired with the boy's face.

Kenny dipped down to kiss the boy from his navel up to his neck and face, relishing in Stan's adorable whimpers.

"So cute," was all he said as he kissed Stan again, the boy moaning into his mouth. He didn't expect Stan to be such an excellent lay from his incessant mouthing earlier but he proved to be such a treat when im bed. "All mine to see."

Stan shivered as he felt Kenny slowly pull out of him, eyes tearing up as he whimpered from the sensation, leaving his hole a gaping mess.

"We're not done yet, angel."

Kenny was once again hard. He laid beside Stan and propped himself up with an arm and maintained eye contact as he languidly stroked himself. The blonde gestured with a come hither motion, and Stan gingerly crawled on top, cheeks hot as he was made to straddle the mafia lord as Kenny held him by the waist.

"Ride me."

Stan gulped, those course hands were roving up and down his thighs. His head buzzed from the smell of sex. Kenny had one hell of a stamina and now Stan wished more than ever that he hadn't riled up the mafia boss.

Before protests could come out of his mouth, Stan jolted from the cold metal that pressed against his back. A click was heard and he immediately paled in fear. Kenny had an icy look in his eyes, staring intently into Stan's own.

"Don't keep me waiting."

Kenny's warning were not merely words, Stan knew. If he could, the man could absolutely blow his brains out and that was not an exaggeration.

Kenny revelled when Stan trembled under his sharp gaze and authority. Still, the boy lifted his hips and tried his best to line the tip of the hard cock inside him. Kenny leaned forward to bite Stan's ear, eliciting a gasp from the boy, "That's it. That's a good boy."

Wincing from the searing pain of Kenny's girth, Stan's entire body shook like a leaf as he slowly lowered himself, unconsciously wrapping an arm around the blonde's neck. Each second of the thick cock slipping inside was making Stan's body heat up. Try as he may to suppress it, moans kept escaping his lips and Stan hated that it felt so good.

Upon seeing Stan in that state made Kenny growl possessively, the tight heat felt like heaven had touched him. Teary eyes looked at him from below those eyelashes. That pitiful look sent a jolt to Kenny's cock. In one sudden movement, he began to thrust upwards, hitting the spot that wrenched screams out of the boy.

Stan saw stars.

The blonde slammed his hips up relentlessly, each thrust reaching in deeper than before. The boy clung onto Kenny for dear life, choked moans escaped his throat from the unforgiving speed of Kenny's pounding.

"Hah! Ngh! Ah- Ah- Ah!" Tears streamed down Stan's face. If he could, Stan's eyes would turn into hearts as he desperately chases the heat. His stomach felt so full from it all, he could distinctly feel the outline of the man's cock rubbing on his tummy.

Kenny had his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on reaching the one place that made Stan scream over and over again. Each time he did, the boy would squeeze down below, making Kenny want to abuse the small hole as much as possible.

"Not so much for talking now, Stan?" Kenny lowly whispered.

"Nghh..! Mnn-! Hah-" Stan's eye were beginning to roll to the back of his head, tongue lolling out.

His toes were curling from pleasure and his speech slurred from his incessant moans. Stan couldn't help but also rock in time with Kenny's thrusts as well.

Suddenly, a loud ringing noise was heard from Kenny's breast shirt pocket. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Kenny held a finger to his lips. Stan immediately nodded in a dazed state, sighing silently out of relief. Finally, a break!

"Mngh?!-" Stan slapped both hands over his mouth. Kenny had began to grind his cock into Stan's prostate, making it near impossible for the boy to keep his voice from leaking out.

Kenny looked unbothered as he talked, his voice steady throughout the conversation. Stan saw stars as Kenny pushed his hips downwards, breathing heavily from behind the palms of his hands.The man flitted his gaze towards Stan and raised both eyebrows slightly in delight from the view.

Stan looked completely out of it as his eyes glazed over from being fucked stupid. The hands over his mouth were tightly clasped together, and this made Kenny want to try gagging Stan for next time.

He'd look so good. All pretty and blindfolded as he's begging for release, choking from the gag.

The man procured another cigarette from his other pocket, he pried those hands away from his face and mouthed "Hold still," as he stuck it between Stan's lips. The lighter flicked open as he lit the cigarette, mesmerized by the swollen pouty lips that held them.

"-I'll be there. Don't call again," Kenny closed his phone and threw it across the floor, the phone hitting with a soft thud on the carpet.

He took the lit fag back and took a deep puff, hands gripping on the back of Stan's nape, tongue invading the young boy's mouth. He blew smoke into the kiss, the smell of nicotine intoxicating the two of them.

"Stan... Oh, angel," Kenny cooed, kissing his cheek and then kissing the boy deeply. Hearing those moans was like music to his ears. Kenny didn't know that anyone could sound so heavenly like that. Stan, so fucking beautiful. So good- fuck!

At the same time, Kenny had put the gun back into its holster and used his free hands to hold firmly onto Stan's hips and guide it as he amped up the speed of his thrusts. The boy sobbed from the intensity, his voice began breaking. Kenny was now marking Stan's body using his teeth and lips.

Kenny growled as he felt himself nearing an orgasm. Stan saw white and moaned brokenly as he released, hot cum painting his insides. His toes curled as spurts of his own orgasm came over him.

They both stayed in each other's embrace, Stan's eyes grew heavy. His entire body buzzed and he felt like his legs had turned to jelly.

With Kenny still inside him, the man carefully laid the boy beside him. Kenny felt the aftermath of his orgasm wash over, eyes squinting in the dark. Stan felt so warm and inviting, the boy immediately fell asleep afterwards.

Kenny sighed out and pressed a chaste kiss on Stan's lips before laying down and sleeping beside him. He'd have to get up soon to clear the mess and head back to HQ.

But in the meantime.. Kenny looked down at the peaceful face. A strange fondness for the kid came to mind. He was never one for being affectionate, but he decided that embracing the boy until he woke was what he would do for now.

"Ah, shit."

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[bannedbookreader]

For the fic writer asks - 6, 12, 18 and 24!

Thank you!

6; so I was really curious about this, but copying all of The Grand Investigation of Tom Bronson into word counter caused it to crash three times

12; does family themes count as a trope?

18; I have an entire section I cut from the last chapter for a variety of reasons. Spoilers I guess?

"

“Yeah Yo-yo, we got the groceries.” Tom sighed into his phone. It wasn't easy holding the overly full reusable totes on his lap while also pressing his phone to his ear.

“Everything?”

“As much as we could.” Tom glanced back at Grant with a slightly exasperated look. It was hard to tell at the angle and with Grant’s face mask, oversized sunglasses, and hood, but he seemed to be smirking.

“What does that mean?!”

“It's December! Vegetables aren't exactly fresh this time of year.”

“You didn't get the vegetables?!”

The wheelchair hit an uneven slab of concrete, almost sending the groceries they did have flying. Tom managed to keep the canvas bags on his lap while Grant saved his phone from shattering. Instead of returning the phone to Tom, Grant held it to one of his cauliflowered ears.

“Can y'all argue about this later? It's hard enough getting through this part of town with this damn chair when we don't have to worry about bags of food.”

Tom had no idea what Yolanda said but Grant gave a quick, somewhat dismissive goodbye before passing the phone back.

“I kinda like the chair.”

“Hm?”

Tom shifted slightly, still getting used to talking to someone directly behind him. “It beats being stuck in the Brownstone recovery room. And Pops has given me some tips.”

“Tips?”

“He showed me how to do a wheelie. Kinda looking forward to it when I get my arm strength back.” Tom grinned.

“Sounds like fun I guess.”

“Even if it's not fun it seems helpful. Though José keeps showing me videos of wheelchair users that are like, extreme sports athletes? I have to keep reminding him I can barely push myself right now let alone do a flip!”

“I mean, you could probably do a flip if we pushed you off a ramp. The issue is the landing.”

Tom barked a surprised laugh. “Pops would lose his damn mind!” He could picture it clear as day, prompting more laughing. He hadn't laughed this much in a long time. It shook his shoulders before it was replaced by a choking rattling cough. Tom struggled to get any air in as he doubled over, crushing the bags against his chest, tears were being pushed out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Grant pushed the emergency inhaler into Tom's hands, already shaken and ready to go.

The nasty taste hit the back of Tom's throat but seconds later he was able to take a shaky breath.

“Fuck me,” Tom groaned, his head tilting backwards against the chair's backrest. The bag crinkled again, this time in relief.

“I already did.” Grant tried for humor, but only got a snort in return.

“Careful, if I laugh I might fucken die.”

Grant’s gloves were soft as they brushed the tears from Tom’s face. “Recovery is a fucking bitch,” he adjusted his hand so that Tom’s cheeks was laying against the fuzzy palm, “but you're doing great.”

“Sometimes it doesn't feel like it.”

Grant stood up from where he was kneeling, “I know that. But Tommy, <i>you died</i>. And Hell, what were you doing this time last month?”

Tom considered, “I think I started physical therapy?”

“And before that?”

“Are we gonna take this thought exercise all the way back to April?”

“But you get my point?”

Tom smirked up at Grant, “It would be hard to miss it.”

"

24; I'm not really sure how I recharge? I guess just by chilling? Maybe engaging with art in another way like craft videos (Moria Elizabeth is cute) or webcomics (Mil-Liminal by raptorjules and Keystone by wellofhavoc are my favorites right now) or any number of things. Sorry for not having a proper answer

[b-and-entity]

TW: car crash, death

“You were supposed to turn there” I said, annoyed.

“Aw shit, well we can take a turn up by the bridge instead” Adrian answered casually.

I sent him a look even if he didn’t see it. He pissed me off sometimes.

“No just turn right next time we can. We’ll be late”

“You’re not allowed to turn right there”

I let out an exasperated sigh and shifted in my seat. A building anger was crawling around my skin, making it hard to sit still.

“Who fucking cares? No one is out here this late at night”

“We are”

“And we’re the only ones!” I raised my voice “just fucking turn right!”

“NO! I can’t afford a ticket!”

My heart pounded into my ribs with fear when he yelled. My eyes welled. Like a fucking child. clenched my fists.

“No one will know! JUST FUCKING TURN RIGHT!”

We were almost at the turn. Adrian sped up. Maybe out of frustration.

“FINE!”

He sharply turned the corner. Even with my seatbelt on I felt myself lift out of the seat, lean with the car and then… headlights. The biggest crashing sound I had ever heard. Darkness.

I woke up, disoriented. I couldn’t see shit. I couldn’t… couldn’t breathe. Without even thinking I reached for my seatbelt, clicked it open. Lifting my shoulder hurt, but I was too desperate to acknowledge the pain. It was so warm in here… I had to get out. I grabbed the door handle and pushed the car door open, practically throwing myself onto the ground. I coughed so hard my lungs felt as if they were on fire. I thought I might choke on my own coughs, I needed to breathe. I inhaled sharply, the air out here was cold and crisp and it also hurt my lungs. Actually, everything hurt. I turned around to lay on my back. I stared up at the night sky. Between dark clouds I could see stars. They twinkled so kindly.

It wasn’t before I heard yelling, I realized that these past minutes, seconds, hours? Everything had been silent. When the sound returned, it was awful, loud like never before. Someone grabbed me under my arms, pulled me. I could feel- no hear my skin scrape against the ground. I could hear the flames roar. The cars alarms howl. The people’s yells scratched against the inside of my ears. I tried to fight whoever had grabbed me. I didn’t want them to touch me. Couldn’t they just let me be? Let me look at the sky a little longer?

“Did the sky make you feel better?” the therapist asked, jotting down my words.

“What?” I was sucked back into reality. The office that smelled so… clinical. Full of tools for mindfulness and all that crap. Shelves with books about people like me.

“The sky, what drew you in about it?”

What a bullshit question.

“I don’t know… maybe that if I focused on that, I wouldn’t have to think about anything else”

What a bullshit answer. I didn’t actually know why I remembered the sky so well.

“What happened to your friend?”

“He died”

“And the other driver?”

“Died too, he and his wife were on the way to the hospital. She was in labor”

“Did she survive?”

“Yes, but the baby didn’t”

“And how does all that make you feel?”

I looked down at my hands. I saw pale, elongated hands with ugly veins. But I also saw black, unnaturally shaped, bony fingers. It switched back and forth between the two. Like a kid playing with a light switch.

“… like shit. Like it was my fault. If I hadn’t convinced him to turn right, he probably would have been alive and so would the others”

I said, guilt dragging down my shoulders, spine and even lungs. That night everyone had treated me like a victim. Like it wasn’t my fault that Adrian was reckless and turned right on a road he wasn’t allowed to. Like it wasn’t my fault that he was driving fast. But it was. It was all my fault. We weren’t even going anywhere. We wouldn’t actually be late, I had just said it. Like the stupid fucking-

The light stopped flicking. All I saw was black bony fingers.

[coeurlxss]

It's fine, actually. He can endure some choking. It wouldn't be the first time that happens to him, after all. Instinctively trying to inhale, still, Colress' metallic arm still reached for the other's fingers, gasping painfully as they squeezed his throat for some awfully long seconds. It doesn't last too long, yet when Ghetsis is finally forced to let go clear sign of strangulation already appeared on the scientist's neck, bright red bruises that will likely remain for some time.

Becuase they will remain, right? There's no way he dies by his hands, of all people. That would be embarassing.

Finding himself in a coughing fit, Colress attempt at regaining some distance between them are stopped when he hears the clear sound of metal falling on the floor, followed by a weak cry, right behind him. He doesn't really need to turn around to realize that the battle isn't going in his favor - and if Magneton being defeated wasn't enough of a proof, the crack coming from his arm and the scream he couldn't contain that followed Ghetsis next attack sure were! Gritting his teeth, he knows there's little to no time to waste holding his broken arm when he could, instead, reach for another Pokèball, throwing it right at the other's face as Beheeyem enters the burning battlefield.

"Psychic, PSYCHIC!"

Uhm. Too bad. He really wanted to answer with one of his usual sassy one-liners, but that would mean throwing more precious time to the Garbodors, isn't it?

Eelektross attacked Magnezone as savagely as its master attacked Colress, but the unattended pokemon battle had sparked multiple fires around them. Ghetsis was too preoccupied to give it much thought; utterly fixated on watching the life fade from Colress's eyes as he crushed it out of him. Until...

"HRGGG--"

The bad news for Colress was that electrocution would cause Ghetsis's body to tense before it released; including the hand currently clasped around his throat. The good news was that he would, in fact, release as he recoiled from the pain. And it certainly did hurt, but it was nothing compared to the shock Zekrom delivered when he had tried to awaken the Dark Stone. The reminder of which only served to agitate him further, if anything.

Colress would be granted a moment to regain his breath as Ghetsis clutched his injured side, hand shaking both from pain and pure rage. Just when it seemed like he couldn't be any more pissed off, Ghetsis focused on the scientist again, teeth bared and eyes wild.

"You worthless, backstabbing, little cretin! I'll see to it there's nothing left of you to bury!"

Grabbing for his cane again, he swung for the arm that had dared to shock him.

[halaboyz]

pairing: royalty, bff! haechan x royalty, gn! reader (implied dressing of female, though it has they/them pronouns) genre: light angst, 19th-century setting wc: 3k warnings: profanities, self-indulgent. tell me if i missed anything! HAPPY BIRTHDAY FULLSUN ! n/a: i literally talk to u everyday i don't have anything to say i appreciate u tho

THE HEARTBREAK COLLECTION. req. by mika.

It was when you were ten years old. When you first met such an oddball, hiding outside the big windows of your room, peeking as you practiced your posture with a book in your head and a terror teacher inside the room with you.

You didn't understand why, for whatever reason, he was bothering you. You didn’t even know the boy, you even thought he was just a lost boy from outside the big walls of your castle. So when you furrow your eyebrows while the teacher paid attention to another student, he takes advantage of it and makes a weird face.

You were just on the brink of tears and you can’t be happier that someone made an effort to put a smile on your face. So when you stifle a laugh while he continues to be the oddball that he is, the book wobbles at the top of your head, he runs away when he sees the teacher head to you with a stern look.

You surely had remembered his face that day. For the reasons: one, he made you smile. And two, he was the reason for a tighter lecture.

“Lee Haechan if you don’t want your ass whipped, I gladly suggest you leave,” You exaggeratedly mouthed to the man outside the windows, all grown up but still having the mindset of a child.

It was still like you were ten years old.

Yes, exactly like ten years old when he childishly mocks your face back.

“Hey, I am going to need you to focus!” Hitting the table in front of you with her long, thin stick, you flinch in surprise as the book wobbles on the top of your head, wriggling in an effort to find the center of gravity and balance the book. “Lee Haechan, that kid…” Your teacher shakes her head and glares at you, and after she walks away only do you stifle a snort because damn, you weren’t the only one who’s going to suffer now.

“Right, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Corsets should definitely be optional, not mandatory.” Giggling as you stride through the big hallways, you and Eunyi stop at the sudden, stern voice echoing throughout the mansion.

“You’re such a troublemaker, Lee Hae— have it held high!” And that familiar, thin stick that you’ll hear every where. 

“Lee Haechan just never rests, doesn’t he?” Eunyi clicks her tongue, already squinting her eyes to see far enough Haechan kneeling outside a room, the teacher in front of him. His arms were holding five thick books, probably history books, high up in the skies as he muttered continuous apologies to satisfy the woman in front of him.

You hide a smirk as you walk past through eyes already holding a teasing glint.

It was the first time he looked at you like that. Or maybe it was only because he was looking up at you— you don’t know. But it felt different. The way his eyes looked up at you in such awe and… amazement. Like how it feels when you see your first love— your only love, for the first time. And it was as if time slowed down for the both of you, and that was the second you knew you fell for him.

Hard.

“Hey, are you good?” Eunyi shakes your arm and you away from your fantasy, already walked a distance from Haechan as you inhaled sharply.

“I’ll be damned.” 

“y/n!” It was that same, harmonious voice that called for you, ringing in your ears ever so softly as the heels of your shoes stopped with a click on the marble floor, turning around to be tackled inelegantly, Haechan’s arms circling your neck to put you on chokehold. “Where are you going?” 

As you try to choke out a word, Haechan only realizes he still has you on hold and lets go of you, giggling as he looks at you coughing harshly.

“I could’ve died,” 

“You didn’t.” Haechan’s honey voice cooed as this time, his arms looped around yours. “Where were you going?” 

“None of your business,” You raise your fist to threaten punching him, only for him to avoid it a foot away in a second. “Are you following me?”

“Me?” Haechan snorts loudly, “Following you? For what? To see you go into some boring posture class and completely fail it because your corset is too itchy?” 

You glare at him as he spurts out every fact that you have been muttering whenever you find yourself beside him after posture class, stretching your back as he ices the back of your palm before it bruises, cause of the continuous hits of your instructor’s thin, long stick. 

“Just skip that class! You’re going to have your pretty hands fractured one day there,” He then takes your hand to examine it, a pout forming in his lips when he sees spots of bruises forming faintly. “Who even hits their students? More importantly, you’re royalty!” 

Taking your hands back with a sharp inhale, you swallow the lump on your throat first before tucking your hands behind you. 

“I know. Even my mom knows about it, but nothing really changed so I can’t do anything about it.” You sigh out, unconsciously caressing your hand that Haechan just held while you hold back a smile.

“Oh, you can do something about it.” He stops on his tracks and faces you with a sly smile, as if he had just thought of the best plan anyone could think of. “My royalty, would you be able to take my lovely offer and trust me?” He mocks to bow down and offers his hand, waiting for you to take it.

“No way, Haechan. I can never trust you with these things,” 

His offered hand comes in contact with his chest, as if an arrow had struck him as he acts hurt, as you stare at him embarrassingly. 

“God, stop. You’re so dramatic,” Pushing his face away, you were about to walk when you hear Haechan chuckle, then tugging your wrist to drag you from the way of your destination. 

“The castle’s big. There is no way they’ll search a big place like this for one student,” Haechan says between breaths, glancing at you from time to time to see you, the most uncoordinated person he knows, not tripping over their own foot. 

“Can we— stop, damn it,” You try catching your breath but Haechan wastes no second to tighten his hold on your wrist that you were desperately escaping from. “Where the hell…”

“We’re here!” Haechan finally stops with a big sigh, head turning everywhere slowly as he takes in the beauty of the large, closed garden. Birds were flying around with sweet melodies of its sounds as it roamed the fresh trees, wind only minimal from the smallest open windows from the glass roof. 

More than breathless now— quite literally and not because of the amazing view you have failed to have known about your whole life, Haechan’s hands unconsciously slide down to intertwine with yours from your wrist, a proud smile growing on his face when he sees you in awe.

“Actually, not just yet.” Haechan tugs on your hand once again and before he even starts dragging you, your heels dig to the ground.

“Haechan, I swear to the heavens, if we run again, I’m losing a heartbeat.” With Haechan’s loud laugh, when he tightens his hold on yours only do you realize that you were now intertwining hands, making you blush harder, given that you were already red from all the running.

“We don’t need to run. I just have a special place in here that anyone doesn’t really know about,” He finally starts walking, leadin you to a bunch of tall bushes by the corner— or so you thought. Haechan pushes the bushes aside carefully and it makes your mouth agape.

“How did you even know about this?” You suppose Haechan put that blanket in the middle of the what was supposed to be small field in the corner of the garden. There were already remnants of plastics of candies and wares of— well, probably cookies from the kitchen, and another unopened ware of food you can’t fathom what.

“Well, these bushes really, really grow fast.” Haechan explains, urging you to sit on the blanket as he cleans his mess. “When it grew out as tall as me, it connected with each other and I guess they just forgot this space existed— or they just didn’t bother cutting these bushes again,”  

“Yeah, I asked how you found this.” Though what he just said was something new for you, you sarcastically retorted at Haechan which earns you both a chuckle. 

“Okay. To be honest, I was roleplaying a scene in here alone, then i tripped over some stupid rock that was there at a wrong time and when I try holding on to the bushes for support, I kinda just slid through,” 

It was late. You were already laughing your ass off at his embarrassing story, right when “roleplaying” even left his lips. 

“Roleplay?!” You point at him, your other hand opening the ware full of mallows and stuffing your mouth with it as you laughed and teased the growing red Haechan. 

“Stop, I knew you were going to tease me,” Haechan whines, plopping beside you and snatching the mallows.

“Come on, it’s rare that it’s finally me teasing you, not the other way around. Give me some slack,” You turned to face him as he deadpanned at you, and you almost burst the mallows all over his face if only you didn’t stop your mouth with your hand. 

“So cute!” Haechan randomly squeals and pinches both of your cheeks, while you struggle to chew the mallows and swallow it before it spills out because of all the pinching.

“Stop, good heavens,” Haechan finally lets your cheeks free and leans back with his hands for support, looking particularly nowhere and just enjoying the sight, the peace, and your presence. “What were you really roleplaying for?” 

It was just a genuine and light question, so the both of you don’t laugh. You knew Haechan didn’t really care about things— how he’s a royal, how he should be particularly sure about his future and wants, how everybody is already literally begging for Haechan to think about what he wanted to be if he doesn’t want to be crowned king.

Just a little side note though. If Haechan wants to act and has passion in it, you would definitely support it all the way. So roleplaying might be just one of his trials.

“Isn’t this place perfect?” Haechan starts, sighing of something of content. He watches you lay down on the blanket and hears you hum. Before he continues, he pulls your arm to stretch, setting his head on it as it served as his pillow. He keeps his hold in your hand, afraid that you’ll pull it out out of annoyance. But you don’t. You’re too fallen in love to be even faking annoyance. The way he’s just beside you, you wanted to answer ‘Yes, Haechan. If it’s just us, in here, like this. More than perfect.’ but your lips were sealed tight, your eyes stayed at him who wasn’t even looking at you. “A perfect place for a confession.” 

“What?” It was the only word that left your lips, jerking a little as you tried meeting his eyes, but he only waves you off. Mixed feelings. It was what you felt. For whom? You didn’t even know. 

But what you knew is that Haechan only knows a handful of people here inside the castle, given that his family doesn’t want people knowing his kind-of-rebellious behavior. 

And maybe, just maybe— Haechan fancies you. It makes you smile a little, and maybe a tad bit of anticipation toward the man.

“I was thinking of Royal Ball. I’ll call them right here. I might even set a little dance floor here. Just… us.” And Haechan looks at you. 

Who wouldn’t fall for his eyes? For his smile? For his genuineness? 

Because you? 

You had fallen way deeper than you know. Way deeper. 

“Royal Ball, huh.” You kept your smile to yourself, acting nonchalant as you nod, heaving a small sigh as you let your eyes rest, reminiscing the feeling of him beside you. “Since when did you like someone?”

“I don’t know.” Haechan doesn’t even hesitate a second, as he’s a person who doesn’t hold back in telling how he felt, and feels. “I think it was something the like of love at first sight. I’ve always seen them around, but then when I was getting punished by a teacher in a hallway— Heavens, the sun lit through the walls of the castles and landed on their face… they are godly.” 

Your mind runs back to the time you and Eunyi walked past him when he was kneeling and asked to hold five thick books outside in the hallways, and it made your heart beat faster.

Anticipation goes over your doubtfulness, and you think maybe, just maybe, it is you. You hope it is you. 

Royal Ball wasn’t the ball you imagined it to be. You thought it’d just be some small gathering of royalties and their families, but it actually was something bigger. So you had to exert more effort in hiding your sneakers under your dress, avoiding anyone who took notice of your overly confident strides.

Your eyes only keeps finding one particular head once you step foot on the big room, your lips still fighting a smile as you tried calming yourself down.

“y/n, can you please get in here?” Your mom’s voice booms on your ear as you shake your head to reality, smiling at them as you approach your mom and dad with two familiar people.

“Mom, Dad.” You smile, getting into your mom’s embrace as you bow at the guests, “Queen and King Lee,” They return the greeting with a small bow and a smile.

“Princess y/n.” They chimed, looking proudly at you. “I can tell you’ve put extra effort into your look today,” Oh heavens, was it that obvious? Haechan’s mother squints her eyes at you teasingly, exactly like the eyes of your beloved.

“Yeah, actually, I am anticipating something by the end of tonight,” You truthfully answer, earning you small oh’s and hmm’s from your parents and Haechan’s parents.

“Well then, we wouldn’t want to be the barrier to this something tonight, would we?” Haechan’s mother pats her husband’s arm, giggling. “You should go and enjoy tonight.” 

“Then I’ll get going. I hope you enjoy tonight too,” You smile, but right before you turn to walk away, they stop you.

“Right, lovely, just one more thing. Have you seen my boy?” Your eyebrows perk at the mention, shaking your head.

“Didn’t he come with you?” 

“He came way earlier than us, said something about preparing priorly about some—- oh,” Haechan’s father stops mid-sentence, and only do you realize what he realized a moment later.

“Oh please, no,” You chuckle, lightly waving your hands in front of your face. You had to reject every advances their statements had to bring regarding their son until they had finally let you go after a few minutes, Haechan’s mother winking at you.

“Damn, when is he going to ask me?” You mutter, eyes still looking around as you dragged your gown around for someone. “Oh, Eunyi!” Rather than who you were looking for the very first second, your bestfriend catches your eye and you run to her, preparing to bombard her with questions because for all you know, she didn’t want to come to the ball. “I though—-”

“y/n, I’m really sorry. I have somewhere to go, I’ll find you later!” After giving you a hug, she comes running out of the ballroom to who knows where, leaving you the most confused as you found a seat, giving up on finding Haechan. 

When you’ve had your third glass of juice for the day, you finally feel your bladder slowly getting full, disappointedly walking out of the ballroom to the bathroom nearby. After doing your business do you see yourself pouting in the mirror.

“God, what was supposed to be the happiest night, turned out to be tiring.” You hiss, “If you don’t find me Haechan, fine. I’ll go there myself.” You jump at your idea, carrying the useless gown as you sprinted in front of the garden. “Finally.” 

It was just like last time, the time when you went here with Haechan. 

Peaceful. And it was more peaceful at night. 

The moon shined brightly against the window roof, and even served as the light more than the lampposts inside the garden. You slowly made your way to the bushes, careful not to make a noise to be able to surprise him. But as you step closer to the bushes… there was music playing. Steps filling the music. 

You knew.

Step. Slide. Step. Slide. Step. Slide. Step. Slide— Waltz. 

Hildegard Knef’s Fur Mich, Soll’s Rote Rosen Regnen.

Exactly what you had the song in mind when you want someone to slow dance you under the moonlight.

Now you’re watching the love of your life create your wishes with somebody else.

What had gone wrong? Wasn’t it you? When did Haechan and Eunyi even meet? When did they even fall? 

And it hits you.

Ah, it was always there. It has always been there. 

You were just too busy feeding into your own fantasy what your brain and heart wants. It had never been you and Haechan. It has always been him and Eunyi, and then there’s just you.

The moment Haechan felt, it was just between him and Eunyi, and then in the sidelines was you.

As you watch them through the small gap between the bushes, you could only suffer in the void as you swallowed all the whining and the sobs of the pain your heart felt. 

And for the last time, you mutter the words you have always prayed for to whoever was in the heavens.

“Please don’t be in love with someone else…” As you cried in pain, muffling your hopeless sobs with your hand. “Please don’t have somebody waiting on you…” Like a chant spilling out of your lips, you hoped some magic will do its work. 

But nothing beats the enchantment both Haechan and Eunyi was feeling right now, foreheads together as they swayed through the smooth melody the song gave, eyes closed as they feel each other’s warmth and presence under the moon. 

And again, it hits you. These words you have always prayed to the above have backfired at you—- somebody else? There was no you in the first place. 

There was no you in his love story. Haechan was never in love with you. 

And so, he indeed didn’t fall for someone else— you.

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[sugako]

tied with a bow

suna x f!reader cw: 18+ only minors dni, toys (vibrating panties), (secret) toy use in public/exhibitionism, established relationship, slight dubcon (reader doesn't know they're vibrating panties at first) then consent & enthusiasm, slightly jealous suna, edgeing, accidental ruined orgasm (receiving), public sex/in a bathroom, a handful of "good girl"s, unprotected wc: 2.5k a/n: for the #boys&toyscollab from @fallensvint (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ ty for letting me participate this is such a fun collab idea and i had a great time writing it

"I know tonight isn't ideal, but maybe this will help make up for it."

You turn from your place in front of the bathroom mirror, eyebrows lacing in confusion until you look down at the small bag in his hands. It's a pretty shade of red, complete with matching tissue paper that's been carefully tucked around something inside.

"Rintarou, we already-"

"I know, but I felt like you deserved something more." He cut you off, a small smile curling up the corner of his mouth. You could tell from the held-back expression he was dying to laugh.

Considering it was your anniversary, it was fairly suspect. Suna had a crude sense of humor at the worst of times but had gifted you some practical items and a pretty, delicate necklace with a little black gem held in its grasp. Instead of a nice dinner as you had both originally planned, you were being whisked away to an EJP team event.

When he had been told he was contractually obligated you could feel the disappointment wavering off his body for hours. Though you tried to assure him that you truly didn't mind a free dinner and dressing up - although it came at the price of a little press - he still seemed upset until the day before.

Hesitantly, you reached out for the bag. While he noticed your careful reaction, he didn't make any move to comment, simply letting you find out on your own. The gift was easy enough to spot when you riffled through the paper.

"Lingerie?" You questioned, slowly pulling the black lace from the red package. Shoulders relaxing, you felt some comfort realizing it wasn't something to be worried about. At least, not that you knew yet. "It's pretty." You sighed, unfurling the material.

"Thought you would like it. Wear it tonight?" He asks softly. Smiling kindly, you wrap your arms around his thick shoulders and lean to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fine with the dress I have picked out, but why…" a big detail catches your eye and you do a double-take back to your hands, "...why are there ties?"

"Oh," he shrugs, feigning innocence, "I think they wanted to be inclusive, just came in one size. No idea."

The next hour moves quickly between the two of you washing up and getting dressed for the night. Although his closet is impressive, Suna can be particular about his outfit selection. He tells you he wants to look good and professional, it's good for his career, but you think he just likes to dress up nicely at any given chance when he's not in the gym.

As time draws near, you're both nearing the door, smoothing any creases and straightening what needs to be. Though, a moment before you can wrap your hand around the door handle, he's grabbing your arm and pulling you back to his chest.

"Did we forget-?"

"No." He cuts you off gruffly, hiking your dress up with the hand not holding you.

"Rintarou, we don't have time!" You squeak out, fumbling to move his hands away.

"We're not doing anything." He mumbles while reaching back to grab something from his jacket pocket. "Just this," he says as slips the little bullet past the band of your panties, neatly placing it in the little pocket you hadn't noticed until now.

"Ri-rint-!"

"I'm surprised you didn't know what these were to begin with." He chuckles, letting you go and pulling out his phone. "I won't turn it on if you don't want me to, you just mentioned wanting to try-"

"Yes." You answer quickly. A little embarrassed with your own fervor your shift, straightening out your dress although it didn't need it. "I mean, uh, yes, as long as no one can hear it. Could be kinda fun."

His lips curl into a tight smile and he taps a few buttons on his phone, eyes shifting between you and the screen. It starts up quick and fast, pressed well enough against your clit to make you clamp your legs together.

"Rin!" You squeak, grabbing his arm to keep your knees from buckling.

"Whoops," he smirks rather unconvincingly, "Hmm, well it is quiet."

The panties are ruined before you even step out of the car to the event. Suna's hand comes down on the small of your back, holding you close before the crowd can sweep you away. Anticipation swelling in your chest you watch him as he pulls out his phone and flips through the apps.

"Ready?" He leans in to ask, voice barely raised above the gentle roar of the crowd.

"Yeah," you force yourself to take a deep breath and let your shoulders relax. "I'll let you know if I really need to stop for whatever reason." You quickly add, already knowing his next question.

"Good girl." He smiles, giving you back a little squeeze before he taps the screen. The vibe comes to life again, the soaked fabric making it even easier for you to feel it. You take a sharp, wavering inhale through your nose.

It's not as strong this time, but between how good Suna looks tonight, the longing touches you've been sharing since you left the house, and the fact that you're surrounded by people at a professional function, it felt just as dizzying. He would tease you endlessly for how you were reacting no matter what, you already knew, but that only added to the appeal.

The night went on smoothly for the most part. Suna came and went from your side when needed - whether to speak to the press, his captain, or grab drinks and food for the two of you. Though your voice didn't sputter and your body didn't tremble as much as you were briefly worried it would, there was still a certain amount of excited trepidation with every step you took and word you spoke.

While you longed for release and the ache drew up between your legs, you could feel that the two of you were close to the end. Suna had stepped away for just a moment leaving you beside Komori while he asked higher-ups if he was good to leave now. He wasn’t an exceptionally jealous or insecure person, and it was an innocent touch, really. But when he watched as you grazed his teammate's arm with the knowledge that you were ruining yourself, it ticked some feral part of his brain.

Stopping in his path toward you, Suna rips the phone from his pocket and clicks open the app once again for the night. The warning at the bottom of the screen telling him the battery was getting low didn’t even reach his eyes before he clicks the settings up to their highest level.

In the midst of giggling over the odd relationship between Komori’s cousin and one of Suna’s old teammates, both of whom you had met less than a handful of times, you felt the wind get knocked out of you. As you pretend to choke on your drink, you scan the room in a panic looking for him. Before you can spot him, a strong hand pressed into your back, forcing you to stand up straight.

“Oh, hi!” Komori gives Suna a wave and a small grin, clueless to your flustered expression. “We were just talking about Atsum-”

“Sorry,” he really is, “Promised we would head out early.”

“No worries.” He chirps back. “Nice seeing you.” It’s directed at you, but you’re lost. The pulsing between your legs is near unbearable, you’re wound up so tight it’s a wonder you haven’t burst over the edge yet. It’s all you can do to muster out a polite hum and nod to him. Your legs are shaking now, you have to take deep breaths to steady yourself, faking little coughs when moans bubble up in your chest. Suna is saying something else to him, but you can’t quite hear, the pressure in your ears too loud.

Then, without warning, it stops. Fingers digging into the sleeve of Suna’s jacket to get his attention, you give him a sharp tug. When you look, you realize he doesn’t have his phone out and he looks about as confused as you. Realization hits his face like a ton of bricks.

“Not feeling well?” He huffs out at you, less of a question and more of a statement really. You quickly shake your head and offer an apologetic look to Komori. “Sorry, we really do have to go now.”

He barely gets out another polite goodbye before Suna is dragging you out of the venue. You make it to the desolate lobby and are dragged into an empty-looking bathroom before you can even say anything.

“Why did-”

“It died, I didn’t do anything.” He quips, locking the door behind him. “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t mean to.” Dragging you back to him he traces gentle kisses down your shoulders, already hiking up your dress with a hand that’s traveled to your ass.

“Please, need you, Rin.” Your eyes sparkle at him, pulling his face back up to yours so you can kiss him properly. At first, it’s sweet, tame almost, but your dire need and the fact that your cunt is still throbbing on the edge pushes you to deepen it. Tongue lashing across his, fighting for nothing in particular, everything about your motions and groping hands becomes sloppy and irregular.

“Right now? Here?” He teases out, cradling your cheeks.

“Yes, here. Now.” You demand with your hands already tugging on his well-made belt, struggling with the buckle. Through the silky material of his pants, you can feel how swollen and hard he already is. “Don’t need anything else, just you inside of me.” You continue, half-distracted from tearing his clothes away when his thumb swipes over your bottom lip and presses into your mouth. Without a second thought, you suck it in, lavishing your tongue over his fingertip as you would his cock. All it does is make you needier while your hands tremble around his length, finally pulling him out.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He groans when you swipe over the tip. Steadying your quivering body with two hands tightly drawn over your hips, he flips you around so you’re against the wide sink counter facing yourself.

While you settle your chest against it and spread your legs, he’s making quick work of the ties holding up your panties. “You really did make an absolute mess of these.” He whistles lowly, admiring the spread of creamy slick that’s painted between your thighs. The panties are tossed beside your face, your own smell momentarily taking your focus away from him until you feel the gentle prod of his cock against you.

“Just put it in, I can take it.” You beg, wiggling your hips back for emphasis.

“Bet you can.” He agrees as he pushes in the rest of the way with one fluid motion. A cracked moan breaks from you, and you realize as he fills you out that the cord in you is snapping. His hips barely drag out, shallowly pumping into you.

“Cu-cumming.” You stutter out, hips twitching under his hold. Being on the edge for so long pushed you into such sensitivity, even he’s a little surprised when you start to flutter around him. He keeps up his shallow pumps, wary of pushing you too far when he knows you’ve been teetering at the edge for so long, gently fucking your through until you slump against the counter. “Please…” you weakly call out, still aware of the pleasant draw of his cock that’s nudged deep inside of you.

Not bothering to answer, he offers you a small smile in the mirror, and pistons his hips out at a ferocious speed. The slap of skin and the all-too-loud squelching is making you dizzy, but you can tell by the precious look on his face that you’re not the only one. Suna’s eyes are connected to where he’s getting sucked into your gushing pussy that’s already left a creamy ring at the base of his cock. All he can think about is that you’re wet, so wet, and you’ve been waiting for this all day, waiting for him. Driven out of his own mind by the nearby sensation of you clamping down around him, whining and shaking in his arms, he already feels close.

When he pulls his eyes away from where he’s fucking you, he lands on your face in the mirror. This isn’t perfect, it’s really not. It’s no romantic anniversary night with flower petals and candles, it’s fucking in the bathroom outside a work event. And although he knows you don’t need anything fancy as you always tell him, he feels a twisted pang of guilt and excitement.

Anyone could walk by and hear your unobstructed, pitched moans, his deep whimpers, or the flesh hitting flesh over and over again. At best, this could be a difficult press scandal, but he can’t bring himself to really care, not when you’re begging for him - his cock, his orgasm, he cum to fill you up. His attention is only on you, forcing his hips to thump harder against your backside, balls slapping against your poor, tired cunt that just keeps leaking around him.

You can feel how close he was to his own end, pressure building up in him, cock twitching against you while his resolve falters and his hips stutter against you. The spout of words you had been blabbering on to encourage him got lost as he slams into you with some finality, the warm spray of his cum filling you up from the inside.

Taking a heavy breath he lets himself fall over your back, long torso laying heavy against you. Neither of you attempts to speak, panting and whimpering just above a whisper. After a heavy minute, Suna turns his head to rest against your cheek, giving you a pleased hum.

“Maybe next time I should just keep the battery low.”

[fillyoursoulxx]

Just like that he felt like that idiotic kid again, waiting on...what? Rejection? Yeah. Cause that how it always seemed to go with her. Which fine. He was a dumb kid then. He hadn’t blamed her, but this...this was different wasn’t it? He put effort in, real effort, even if his first instinct was to play it all off as chill. Low key. It wasn’t. He had taken a shot, not as a horny teenage boy but as an impassioned young adult. His insides were in knots as she spoke and it was a feeling he absolutely detested. Cause there was no one else he felt this way with, no other woman he felt invested enough in to truly care how they perceived him or felt about him. 

It was nauseating and there was a tiny microscopic part of him that did hope that this explanation, this ‘Ive-been-hurt-before’ spiel would end in her gently refusing him one last time.Because if that happened? He could stop. He could move on saying he’d truly given it his all and it wasn’t enough but hey, maybe it was for the best. It’d suck. Likely the second biggest let down of his young life. But that was just that, wasn’t it? He was young and sure she’d be missing out on the single greatest man on the planet, but that was her choice and he’d make some other woman happy. Eventually.

Still, he owed it to himself, just as much as he did her, to take things serious now. To focus in on what she was actually trying to say and not jump ahead to the end, no matter how often the pattern seemed to repeat. He nodded, understanding the nerves and that well-- he wasn’t some rando dude. He’d heard about Dallas and Max grilling her when Stella shattered his fucking heart. He’d barely put the thing back together and even then, he was pretty positive they’re always be shards missing but that showed how fragile even something like this could be which only made him shift a scoop up a little bottle of whiskey from the cooler. He opened it, taking a sip and nearly fucking choked, inhaling the liquid sharply as she relented. Louis coughed, the alcohol searing all sorts of spots it shouldn’t have, making his eyes water as he fought to swallow or whatever the fuck it’d take to regain composure. “Probably would’ve been a lot less embarrassing if I actually was crying for joy right now,” he managed to say, voice cracking as he grabbed a bottle of water and down a drink, “Like fuck my life, is there like-- anyway i can get you to say all that again? Take two?”

Louis chuckled, his usual ochre cheeks holding a much warmer tone as he looked at her. If she asked, or more likely teased, he’d swear it was because he’d almost died but honestly? He was just fucking thrilled. So much so he leaned in, a hand coming to her cheek. There was a small gap between them, just enough that he could still make eye contact as he spoke, “Then we won’t just ‘jump in’. I think I’ve proved I can be pretty fucking patient, but...we’ll start slow. One kiss. One. Just to show you again, just how serious I am about all of this. Then we can go back to our super low key, chance confirming non-date, yeah?” His heart was in his ears, resisting the urge to do the damn thing. But he waited, bent on proving his point.

Peeling the paper away from the plastic water bottle, needing something for her fingers to do, she waited for his answer, mentally going back and forth about whether she was going to get a serious response or not. Because the thing about him, she was finding out, was he was a little unpredictable. And this was more than the crazy and rambunctious preteen he had been once upon a time. Just like tonight, she had half-thought he'd take her out to some restaurant that neither would really remember before attempting to mount the conquest that was his older sister's best friend (literally and figuratively). And as she got ready for the night, part of her thought she'd let him because why not. Scratch the itch then the two of them would return to whatever normalcy they had been between them before tonight.

But like the picnic, the sandwiches, the music, all of it was catching her off guard, his answer doing the same. Ready to accept the I don't know, her mouth opened to speak until he kept going and she shut it again. Her smile softened when he said he liked her, and her cheeks blushed slightly when he admitted what they both knew. But then her brows furrowed as he began to talk about a cat - was she the cat? - and she nodded as she followed. Part of Eva thought she understood where he was going and laughed along with him when he stopped. "Is this the point where you say instead of giving you cooties, I'm now going to give you rabies?" she teased with a grin, gently pushing against his shoulder, mainly saying that to let him know that it was okay. She got it. In a way, she saw how he saw her: independent, a little out of reach, and he definitely needed to give her treats to pet her.

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she nodded. "This," she motioned between the space between them, "isn't just something either one of us can jump in to. There's too much history, too much everything." She sighed. Nagging at the back of her mind are his siblings, because even though this was a not-date and she didn't even know if she'd kiss him when the night ended, they'd still freak out if they knew. It was like a weight on her shoulders, hindering her just slightly from fully enjoying everything. But she pushed the thought of them away, wanting to really focus on him. He had laid it all out there for her that it was only fair that she do the same and give him her full attention. "Knowing the good and the bad, huh?"

Sighing, she leans sideways against the truck, chin resting on the cool metal. "You threw me for a loop, Louis Beaumont. I totally thought you weren't going to take any of this seriously and here you are, being a softie and making sense and shit." She laughed. "Look, I'm gonna be really honest with you: it's been a long time since I've gotten close to a guy and the last time it did happen, it didn't go great." She didn't doubt he had heard rumblings from his sisters and didn't feel it was necessary to really go in to too much detail. "And I'm not saying this is even going to be a relationship or anything but ... I get nervous. Even with you." Especially with him because it felt like there was so much more riding on this. If a relationship went bad with a guy, she could ghost them easily and never think about them again. Her life was intertwined with his in a special way and she didn't want to sever all ties should things sour between them. "But I do want to say I'll give it a chance; give you a chance. To get to know me more than what you think you do now." She gave him a small smile. "And maybe I'll let you take me on a real date next time," she said teasingly as she shot him a wink. "Let you really wine and dine me." It felt weird to give in, to really give him a chance but just as he was curious, so was she. He had said and done enough to let her know that he was serious about this and she'd be lying if if she said she wasn't the least bit interested to know where exactly this could go.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

May I have a Teru, Hanako and Kou headcanons with an s/o who accidentally bit their tongue too hard making it bleed. They inhaled so they choke anc cough the blood out and the boys get absolutely terrified thinking their s/o is dying. Thank you.

teru minamoto x gn!reader, hanako x gn!reader, kou minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: sure thing! ahh i keep giggling, i love this concept- thank you so much for requesting!! <3

warnings: blood mention?

word count: collectively, 997

Teru Minamoto <3

The day was genuinely starting off to be a nice one. School was breezing past, and it was now lunchtime. Teru was happy to get the brief break, and even happier to be spending it with you- there was some light conversation being carried on between the two of you, but it was mainly a nice silence, as the two of you enjoyed your food.

“So, did anything exciting happen, (Y/N)?” Teru asked you, though he knew the answer was most likely a no. You held up a finger, signaling him to wait a moment as you swallowed your food. As you did so, your teeth dug into your tongue. The pain made you inhale sharply, forgetting that you were mid-bite, and thus beginning to cough. 

“(Y/N)? Did you choke?” Teru asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You shook your head, grabbing a napkin to cough into. Once the fit died down a bit, you pulled the napkin from your mouth and cleared your throat. You opened your mouth to apologize, but Teru quickly interrupted you.

“(Y/N)? What the- did you just cough up blood-?” He questioned, grabbing your hands and trying to lift you. His voice was relatively calm, but you could see his face pale a bit. “Ah, no-” “You should go to the nurse. That’s obviously not something that should happen-”

“Teru, I’m alright,” “That’s-” “I bit my tongue, Teru.”

He was definitely unsure for a second, but he knew you wouldn’t lie to him. After you stuck your tongue out a bit to show the slight gash, he sighed, running a hand through his hair semi-dramatically. “I’m so glad- I thought that you were having some sort of deadly fit.”

Teru definitely (jokingly) scolds you a bit after that, telling you that you need to be more careful- after all, should the food have been in your mouth you may have genuinely choked, tsk tsk. He makes sure you know that the teasing is lighthearted, but expect him to make lighthearted banter any time you cough (or bite your tongue). 

Hanako <3

Hanako was fairly proud of himself. The mokke had brought the toilet ghost a piece of candy, and he was quick to recognize that it was your favorite! He kept it safe in his pocket throughout the day, waiting happily for the school day to be over. After all, he wanted to give it to you in-person, not just drop it off in your locker.

Soon enough, once the school day was over, he’d cheerfully tell you that he had a gift for you. While you were probably unsure at first, as it was hard to be sure if his cheeky grin was genuine or mischievous, once he placed the candy in your hands there was no more doubt. Quite content with the treat, you’d unwrap it and pop it into your mouth. 

You began to clean the bathroom before Nene and Kou arrived, chewing happily on the candy. As you did so, you felt your teeth go not only through the candy- but straight into your tongue as well. You gasped at feeling the sharp pain, inhaling too suddenly and beginning to choke. Luckily, the candy stayed to the side of your mouth, so you at least weren’t choking on that. 

You coughed violently, holding your elbow to your mouth. “(Y/N)? Are you dying?” Hanako asked jokingly, as you coughed. However, once you pulled your elbow from your mouth, he grew uneasy. “(Y/N)?! Are you alright?”

Though his concern confused you a bit, you focused on the blood on your elbow. “Ew…” You sighed, walking over to the sink to wash off your arm. “‘Ew’?? That’s- it’s gross, but what if you’ve got blood in your lungs?!”

“Huh? No, I bit my tongue… wait- were you worried?”

“...well- this is a one-man show sorta thing, (Y/N). I don’t need another bathroom ghost, it would be inconvenient. What are people supposed to say? Hanako-san and (Y/N)-san, are you there? It’s wordy, you know?” “Alright, I understand- I’m not dying, so don’t worry about the ‘inconvenience’.”

Kou Minamoto <3

Oh, this poor boy… poor little Kou.

Kou had probably made you cookies or something- he was really embarrassed about it, but! He cares about you, and they’re already made, so… he’ll try to act confident, or as confident as he can while blushing, avoiding eye contact, and rubbing his neck, and give them to you. Once you show that you appreciate the gesture, he’ll get a bit less shy, and take a seat next to you. 

You munched happily on a cookie, closing your eyes happily as Kou rambled on about nonsense. Caught up in how nice the cookies tasted, the happy moment was put on hold the moment your teeth crushed your tongue. The pain and food in your mouth made you choke a bit, and you began to cough into your elbow. 

Immediately, Kou was concerned, quickly handing you several napkins and making sure that you weren’t choking to the death. However, the moment he saw a bit of blood on the corner of your mouth and napkin, his concern went up by a whole lot. You thought he was panicked before- haha, just wait to be bombarded with this precious boy’s concern.

“(Y/N), OH MY GOSH- YOU’RE DYING?!” “I-” “YOU’RE COUGHING UP BLOOD- WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE- TO A HOSPITAL-” “Kou, I’m-” “(Y/N), NOT TO SCARE YOU BUT, YOU’RE LUNGS ARE FILLING WITH BLOOD AS WE SPEAK-”

“KOU, I BIT MY TONGUE, PLEASE, DUDE, DARLING, MY PRECIOUS BOYFRIEND, CALM DOWN.”

Instantly flustered, but he’s still unsure for a moment. He’ll make sure that you’re positive, cringing a bit when you showed the fresh teeth marks in your tongue. Once he knows that you aren’t dying, he’s definitely going to be slightly humiliated. Please, reassure him that you don’t think of him any less, and/or that you think it was nice that he cares that much, and he’ll eventually return to his less-flustered self.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

One Night| Hunter

Note: Nsfw content,

Warnings: creampies, p in v, facials, squirting, name calling, rough, hair pulling, light choking, smoking 18+ content

Reader: Female

"Thanks again." Y/n thanked the kessel burbon slid to her, sliding credits to Cid, "any more missions?"

"No,those clone boys took the last one I had." Cid spoke, "there won't be any more for a few cycles."

"Clones took my jobs?" Y/n questioned, sipping the hard liquor.

"Yeah! When wrecker through those KT troopers like it was nothing!" Omega cheered as the group walked down into the bar.

"Speak of the devil." Cid spoke, Y/n turning her head.

"Yes Wrecker's strength was acceptionally helpful this mission. Yet Omega's new tracking skills came in handy." Tech spoke.

"And Echo's climbing skills! How do you do that with one hand?!" Omega cheered.

"Pratice." Echo spoke.

Hunter chuckled at Omega's happiness.

"We did good boys-"

He stopped, seeing Y/n casually talking to Cid, sipping on her drink, her hair a mess, a few braids in her short hair making her hair uneven in both long and short length. In baggy black robes a belt tired tigh around her waist. Boots knee high with her baggy pants tucked in. Her eyeliner red and in sharp wings up towards her relaxed brows.

She turned her gaze towards hunter, her eyes a cybernetic white, then her head followed. Her gaze lingering on him as she smiled smally.

"Oh no no no! Watch your eyes dark and broody!" Cid argued, rushing around the counter.

"Don't mind me I'm also looking disrespectfully." Y/n teased getting up from her seat, following behind Cid.

"Uh," Hunter tried to speak, woah was his only thought process, "Your...new."

"Not knew. Just havent seen me before." Y/n smiled, standing next to Cid with a hand on her hip, "names Y/n's and Im presuming you all are the clones that have been taking my jobs?"

"Oh, we are?" Omega looked up at Hunter, who was still at a lost for words.

"What?" Hunter asked looking down at Omega.

Y/n chuckled, walking up to the longer haired male, "Listen, dark and broody, we can be friends. I just want my missions."

She leaned into his face, his face becoming red "Y-yeah..."

"Thanks then." Y/n smiled, his eyes gazing to his banana, "I'll take this as payment for taking my last missions."

With ease she pulled the headband off his head, turning her head half way to talk to Cid she smiled.

"I'll see you late then mom." Y/n chuckled, nudging Hunter as she passed, "Im off to collect some credits Im owed."

"Did she just call Cid Mom?" Wrecker questioned Y/n walking out the bar and up the steps.

"I believe she did." Tech responded.

Hunter was hit in the side with Cid's walking staff, "I'm docking your pay half!"

"What!?" Hunter argued.

"Thats what you get for lookin at my kid like that!" Cid defended, "watch it next time"

"Well if our pay has already been docked. She was quiet pretty. Her eyes especially." Tech repsonded as Hunter nudged him hard.

"Hey-"

"Don't worry, Hunter if you marry her Cid's your new mom!" Wrecker laughed shoving the man.

"I don't even know her!" Hunter argued.

"And that'll never happen!" Cid defended, "now watch it before I dock all your pay! You won't be seeing her again."

"But she took Hunter's bandanna." Omega pointed out, Hunter feeling his head.

"She did?!"

"And I thought Wrecker had it bad for that twilek girl he helped at the market." Echo told.

So there Hunter was, left the whole day with no headband, atleast 3 standard hours he waited, rubbing his head feeling as if he was missing something, well he was missing something.

"Hey! Mom! You'll never guess the load I got this time!" Y/n called out walking down the steps and into the bar, "I beat fifteen of the finest warriors apparently! Yeah right!"

Y/n walked in, gym bag at her side, the boys turning to the girl, stripped down to a tank top and a diffrent set of black pants that were tucked into her boots, a certain red bandana around her thigh.

"Oh you're all still here." She spoke, "I was-"

Hunter stepped infront of her, "I'd like my bandana back."

"Hm? Yeah come on." Y/n spoke, walking around him, "follow me."

"Yeah no sorry- not happening-" Hunter argued grabbing her wrist, "just hand it over."

Y/n ripped her wrist from him, hurting his hand in the process, "well then take it off, its right there."

Hunter kept his gaze away from Y/n's thigh, her ahoulder looking interesting at the momment.

"Well its mine then." Y/n spoke going to walk away but her arm was grabbed, Hunter turning to her as he kept his gaze up, his hands feeling for the band,

She chuckled, "little higher and you'll be at my zipper-"

He sighed looking away as he felt his bandana, his hand reaching around and untying it from her thigh.

"You smell nice." Y/n teased

"I don't see how you're Cid's kid." Hunter commented.

"Not by blood sweetheart." Y/n commented.

There was a chuckle as Hunter turned his head, Tech and Echo going back to there silence Wrecker luckily out and about with Omega. Hunter removed the band finally as Y/n chuckled.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Hunter's cheek as he flushed, "rooms down the hall on your left, we should be lucky my mom's on the upper floors."

Hunter only nodded as Y/n walked away, waving to his two brothers who were playing sabbec at the bar.

Hunter turned around to follow her a few mintues later, "don't be too loud."

Hunter glared at the two but made his leave anyways, following Y/n's instructions. Making it to the last door he knocked the door sliding open as Y/n sat on the floor, a tray in her lap, neon fairy lights on the strung carelessly on the walls and ceiling, weapons littered on the floor, some things hanging on the walls, there was a mess of the bed.

"So you came." She spoke popping whatever she was rolling into a jar, setting it on her nightstand and pushing the tray into the drawer. Standing up zhe grabbed a box of matches, throwing herself into one of the large bean bag chairs, big enough for two people, "lock the door would you?"

He did as asked, "why call me in here?"

"Well...Dark and Broody." Y/n spoke, "sit, come on."

Patting the seat besides her he walked over, "I have a name."

"Okay? Tell me it."

"Hunter."

"Okay Hunter." She spoke, "you seemed tense. So we. Me and you. Are gonna smoke-"

"Smoke? Smoke what-"

"One of these." Y/n spoke holding up the jar, "Kessel herb."

"Spice? Yeah no-"

"No. Herb." Y/n defended, "there's a big difference."

Hunter watched her swish the jar around in front of him, "you pick one for me atleast."

Mentally sighing he did as asked, Pulling out a joint for her she smiled, closing the jar and setting it aside, "atleast this doesn't smell bad, smells like flowers."

Hunter watched her open up the match box, the joint between her lips as she striked the first match, a complete dud, she moved onto the second one, also a dud, by the fourth one Hunter was wondering if she'd ever light the thing.

"Dropped them in water-"

"I can do it." Hunter cut off, Y/n gladly handing him the match box as she leaned over, he striking out on the first match but the second one he got working, the flame bright and prominet despite the red undertone of the lights, leaning over as well he lit the thing easy as pie.

"Thanks."

He watched her take a deep inhale in bowing out through her nose she leaned back, muscles already calming and relaxing.

"Why did you really call me in here."

"I told you to smoke." Y/n spoke, "I know a stressed man when I see one. Shit half the time I am a stressed man."

Hunter watched her take in another puff, "Plus it would ruffle my moms scales."

Hunter chuckled Y/n was right about that much, "yet also wanted to see if you wanted to hook up for a night."

Hunter coughed, not because of the smoke but the abruptness, "I'm sorry?"

"Well I seen you look at me the way you did earlier," she told, "and you're pretty good looking, but you seem to atleast have a good head on your sholders, men I know that look at me usually make a comment right away, you kept them to yourself."

Hunter responded with silence, "it's just a suggestion, an idea." She told him turning to look at him.

Again silence and Y/n contuined to smoke as if it was no problem that he said no, he found it, hot, sexy even. She knew what she wanted and she asked if told no she was okay with that, carrying out through her day.

"Why me?"

"I just explained why, you." Y/n spoke, "its yes or no tense guy."

Hunter shifted, its been a while, he mentally sighed, Y/n returning to smoking casually. Was this a way of teasing? If it was, it was harsh, and it was working. Shifting once more there chlothed and armored touching one another.

Damn, Hunter thought, to have her strong thigh in his hand, his head between her thighs. He looked up seeing Y/n pull the joint away once more, feeling the stare Y/n turned her head

"Wanna try it after all?" Y/n questioned, bringing the joint infront of him, "if not more for me."

Fuck it, the empire rules the galaxy, the republic fell, his brother is trying to kill them, what could he possibly loose from having any fun.

He took it with gloved fingers bringing it to his lips, Y/n watched him take a deep inhale, Y/n impresssed.

"This isnt your first rodeo." She teased.

He leaned in closer to her, if even physically possible, removing the joint from his lips, he pushed closer to Y/n, his lips placed on her's softly, and only for a momment, then pulled away, strings of smoke coming from both there lips now as Hunter's mind felt clear, relaxed.

"Lets do it." Hunter responded, usuing his armor as an ash tray, pressing the ashes to death on his chest plate as the embers died.

"One puffs not gonna get you anywhere." Y/n teased.

"But you will..." he whispered against her lips, pressing furthur once more he kissed her.

The kiss much more passionate than the first, Y/n running her hands through his hair, his bandanna slipping off in the process as she tossed it away.

"Fuck you're so hot..." He whispered into the kiss, Y/n moaning softly, his hands untucking her white tank top from her pants.

"Don't tell Im sharing with someone, thats why you came back all undressed." He teased against her lips, his hands hiking up her t-shirt past her covered breast.

"If sharing means arena fights. Then yes." Y/n teased back causing Hunter to chuckle.

Hunter pulled away, unclapssing his armor as she watched, letting it be tossed to the floor he was stripped down to his blacks. Bitting her lip at the buldge in his blacks, he leaned back into her,kissing her lip's passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth she groaned, his touange pressing against his as they fought.

The kiss ended in a tie, both pulling away panting, Hunter let his hand's find her bare skin in the mean time, traveling up her adoment and covered breast he found her shirt, pulling away he lifted it over her head and arms. About to kiss her again she stopped him, pulling on the edge of his blacks, she pulled his shirt up, he lifting his arms in the process, his gloves rolling off with his sleeves in the process. Tossing the article of chlothing somewhere random. He removing her black sports bra, he kissed her just above her breast.

She humming in pleasure as he did so, traveling up to her neck, kicking her boots and socks off in the process, her legs tensed squeezing together Hunter had found her sweet spot, the space just above her collar bone, where her muscle was tense.

"H-hunter..." she panted, kissing the side of his head as she let out a soft groan, her head rolling back as her fingers tugged on his hair.

"You drive me crazy doing that..." Hunter whispered against her skin, dragging his kisses down her chest, and to her breast, where he let himself take in one of her soft buds.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his hair being pulled once more.

"Maker you're mouths amazing-" Y/n spoke her legs squeeze together tighter, adding to her pleasure as she groaned.

Switching over to give the second one just as much attention his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing her battle scared flesh softly, his other hand slipping behind her waist band slipping into her panties.

Hunter pulled away from her bud with a intoxicated look, "Your soaked..."

Y/n chuckled, "and you're hard as a rock..."

Pulling his hands away from her, she watched him undo her pants, pulling them down as quick as he could, and with her help of kicking them off they were gone.

Y/n reached for the last of his blacks, pulling them off his hips he pulled at them as well, removing his boxers as well. His chlothes barely releasing his length, Y/n's hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock.

Y/n's face laced with warmth and a teasing smirk she let her thumb rub the strip under the base of his cock, he groaned watching her tease his cock. His hand pulling at her panties she raised her hips to help, and he loosely pulled them down enough to let his hand go between her legs.

His finger's teasing her clit softly as she meweled, "Fucking hell..." she whined softly.

Both messes under each other's touches Y/n picked up a pace, her hand starting to milk his cock as he moaned heavily, body both relaxed and tense he gripped her thigh.

"Easy- now..." Y/n whispered to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips, "Don't wanna finish just in my hand do we?"

Hunter shook his head no, "you better be on something...I'm gonna cum in you till you beg me to stop..." he moaned.

She chuckled, leaning into his ear, "yeah? Am I gonna be sitting in pools of your cum?"

"Fuck yeah you are." He told her, "f-from every fuckin hole, starting with you're mouth."

She was taken back both by comment. He stood up as she looked up at him, his cock in her face, she moved forward, her lips brushing against his cock as she licked his tip, the taste of Pre-Cum now on her touange.

"Salty..." she teased kissing down his shaft, her hand wrapping around his base. Looking up at him his face was flushed, yet still held a determined look of lust in his eye.

Pulling back to the tip of his cock she kissed the tip, opening her mouth she pushed his tip in, her hands resting on his hips.

Fuck does he feel so good down my throat, Y/n thought, her eyes closed as she moaned, bobbing her head almost instantly causing Hunter to groan.

"Easy doll. You don't wanna choke." He teased, watching her bobbing increase he moaned loudly, her pace only increasing, "Maker you know to suck cock- s-shit-"

Y/n pulled away jacking his siliva covered cock off, "H-hunter fill me with your cum please. I wanna be in a pool of your cum."

He covered his mouth, what the fuck., but he wasnt complaining, watching her deep throat him again he groaned, his hips starting to pool back and thrust, and as soon as he knew it he was holding the back of her head, mouth fucking her hard.

"Yeah baby take it all...like a little slut take it all for me." He moaned, " hell- I'm-"

Hunter hit deep inside her mouth, cumming down her throat, mid way pulling out letting the rest coat her face.

"H-hunter!" She meweled, but he covered her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear.

She swallowed his cum, groaning into his hand as he pulled his hand away.

"They can't hear us..." she panted, cum covered her face and mixed with her drool as she tried to catch her breath, "t-the walls are solid concrete..."

"Well then...I suppose I will be making you scream..." he panted as she bit her lip, looking down at her he chuckled.

Face covered in cum, running down her lips and chin, her breast perky, marks already starting to form on her neck, her panties down to her knees as she sat waiting for him, flushed and horny.

"Maker I can not wait to put my cock in that tight pussy of your's." He told her, his thumb holding her chin.

"Then do it. Fuck me till you can't cum no more" she begged, watching him kneel down infront of her, causing him to chuckle.

"I want a taste of you first." He told her.

Pulling her panties off she bit her lip as he grabbed her legs roughly by the back of her knees, spreading them from one another, she shifted in her spot, allowing her legs to spread a bit wider and give him a better veiw. Hunter didn't bother teasing her, her pussy soaked and aching as he dived in, eating at her clit.

"F-fuck Hunter!" She cried, her back arching as she gripped onto his hair immediately.

Y/n was in heaven, Hunter between her legs completely devoring her.

"Baby so sweet..." he moaned into her cunt, licking up every bit of her fluid he could, shoving his touange deep inside her.

"Oh- maker! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" She begged, his fingers joining his touange deep inside her, as an incoherent mewel escaped her lips, his fingers thrusting deep inside her.

"Come on baby..squirt for me i wanna taste it." He whispered against her cunt.

"H-holy shit!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, eating her raw her back arched and her legs squeezed together but he pulled away, spanking her on the back of the thigh.

"Do that again and I'll stop eating you out and fuck you until you're raw." Hunter deamnded, she nodded mindlessly, as he went back to devoring her.

Her pussy pulsating as he shoved his touange deep insider her, his fingers competing for space.

"H-hunter..." she whined, feeling like she was to snap, "H-Hunter- Hunter! Hunter!"

She squirted into his mouth, her legs squeezing together in pleasure.

"F-fuck!" She moaned, back arching as her legs shook, "F-fuck,"

He pulled away from her, flicking her clit with his fingers intesifiying her orgaism. Moaning loudly she watched him getting up to his knees he leaned over her grabbing her face.

"I told you if you closed your legs again I'd fuck you until your raw." He argued as Y/n blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry sir..." she apologized, pussy still pulsating, still completely soaked with a mix of her own cum and his siliva.

"What did you call me?"

"S-sorry daddy." She apologized.

"Atleast you know your place."

Holy fuck, where did this Hunter come from? Not that she knew Hunter at all, but it was still a shock to see the 'dark and broody' man become such a sex addict that liked to be called daddy.

"You either call me daddy or sarge," he demanded grabbing her chin, "understand?"

She nodded in response.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes daddy."

"Good girl..." he praised, "the better you are the more cum you'll get, understand?"

"Yes daddy."

He spred her legs open again, his knees resting on the bean bag below her as he lined himself up with her soaked entrence. Pushing his tip in her she moaned loudly, her feet resting on his hips, he chuckled, grabbing her hips tightly he shoved himself in her fully.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, "Oh maker yes!"

He started beating into her without warning, she crying out in pleasure as her body shook.

"D-daddy so rough! Oh-yes!" She shouted.

"Touch yourself While I fuck you," he demanded, her hand hand reaching between her legs,rubbing her clit while he fucked her senseless, "Good girl, looks like someone wants to be filled with cum."

She moaned nodding her head in the process as he beating balls deep into her, hearing his cum filled balls slapping against her soaked skin.

"F-fuck daddy please!" She begged, one of his hands finding the back of her hair as he gripped it, arching her over.

"Please what baby girl? Come on. Tell daddy what you want."

"P-please cum in me!" She cried drooling in pleasure, he groaned her tight pussy walls clenching around him, "H-Hunter!"

Moaning heavily he gripped her hair tighter, her free hand gripping his forearm as she bit her lip. The feeling built up in her stomach.

"Y-yeah! D-daddy! Daddy make me cum!" She begged, he watched her come unraveled, beating into her roughly her back arched, toes curling as she moaned loudly, soaking his cock as she squirted onto him, he pulled out of her, rubbing her clit intesifiying her orgaism.

"Oh- Shit!" She cried, the quicker he rubbing her clit more she squirted, slipping back into her he delievered a few hard thrust as she cried out, pulling out once more her orgaism intense as she held her legs open.

"Fuck daddy!" She cried.

"Come on baby let it all out." He praised, slipping into her again and fucking her roughly for a few more thrust, pulling out once more as she squirted the last she could.

"H-hunter- Hunter!"

"Shh baby. Shh." He spoke leaning kissing her roughly she kissed back, pulling away he looked down at her, "You still need my cum in you huh baby?"

"Mhmm, yes please." She begged.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing her sloppily as she groaned.

Pulling away she held onto his arm as he pushed his way back into her, causing her to mewel out his name.

"What a perfect little pussy." He told her, starting to thrust into her, his hand rest at the side of her throat as his thumb pulled her chin down, she wore a curled smile with a deep blush, her pupils dialted wide and pupils seemingly in the shape of hearts.

"H-hunter...daddy..." she meweled.

He grunted down a groan, feeling himself starting to become unraveled, "pussys still tight for me,fuck-"

His gripp tightned around her neck, causing her to choke slightly, as his thrust became sloppy, becoming increasingly rougher as her moans grew louder once more. Loosing rythem he pulled his hand away from her neck, his hands gripping her hips for leverage as he pulled them against his thrust, groaning loudly he still beat into her harshly, his cock pulsating in her. She begged for him to creampie her, her hands finding his hair as she tugged and pulled.

"Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck!" He groaned, "Oh! OH!"

He shoved himself deep inside of her keeping her steady as her back arched, his own body arching into her's as he released a massive load of cum into her.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He groaned, completely loosing control, contuining his rough thrust.

"H-hunter! Hunter! Holy shit!" She cried out.

"Fuck Im cumming again!"

"H-hunter! Fuck!" A second smaller load was shot into her, filling her womb with his hot seed as he held her hips tight, rocking into her steadily as to make sure he stuffed her. He panted heavily, his ears seemingly ringing as he looked down at her.

Her mouth agape as she breathed heavily, her breast rising and falling with heavy pants.

"Good girl..." Hunter praised, slolwy pulling out of her, Y/n letting out the last of her soft moans.

He panted heavily, his hands spreading her legs as she ended up holding her legs open by her inner thighs, Hunter watches the thick cum leaked out of her, cum covering her pussy folds.

"Good girl." Hunter praised, a few of his fingers scooping up some of the cum as she opened her mouth, letting it sloppily leak from Hunter's hand to her mouth and face, "Now, turn over on all fours, Im not done with you yet."

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bloody hell | jjk drabble

⏤𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; luckily, your boyfriend is there to get you through the pain

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: jungkook x reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, smut, established relationship

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4.7k

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: strong language, unexpected period sex (kind of), unprotected sex, dirty talk, anal play, creampie, kinda rough sex, jungkook calls reader 'baby' a lot, pregnancy talk

Curled on the bed, it takes him approximately two minutes to get into the room, until you hear his sports bag dropping onto the floor before he joins you. Instantly cuddling up to you, you’re met with the scent of his shower gel, which means he took a shower in the gym.

You shiver at the feeling of his lips at the back of your neck, where he pecks your skin. “I’ve missed you.”

The confession is enough to make you swoon all over him, but you know he could be doing anything or nothing, and your heart would beat the same way like it always does when it comes to him.

“You were gone for hour an half,” you chuckle, placing your arms on top of his as he brings you closer to him. “I’ve missed you too.”

You were never one of those snappy couples who whispered nothing else but sweet nothings into each other ears, ending it with slow and romantic sex. Jungkook is always explicit about what he wants to do to you, and you love it. As much as making love with your boyfriend is emotional and making your heart spill with love, you love when he pounds you into the mattress. There’s just something about sweaty Jungkook, growling explicit things into your ears as he makes sure you cum before he even allows himself to.

God, these hormones are killing you.

“Why are you curled in here like a small ball of sadness? Missed me that much?” he jokes, digging his nose into the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply, causing you to giggle at the ticklish feeling.

“I think my period is on the way.” you explain, sighing as the pressure in your lower stomach just won’t leave.

It’s nothing drastic, still manageable but uncomfortable at the same time. What surprises you the most is the fact, you should get it in two days.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? That means there’s no baby Jeon in the oven.” he teases, hand placed over your lower stomach as he caresses it.

Four years of being in a relationship with Jungkook, there’s not an ounce of shock or weirdness from his words. You’ve talked about future plans many times, including the baby talk as well. But you just started to live together and even though, your sweet boyfriend made sure to tell you that if it happened it’s okay and you’ll get through it together. As of now, you both are not ready to have a baby but if it happens, you’ll face it together.

You’re taking the birth control, there’s only a little chance of you to getting pregnant, but the both of you’re still cautious. Well, trying to be. Jungkook not being able to pull out in time just a few days ago is the living proof of it.

“It is, but better get me a ring first.” you giggle, smiling when he kisses your shoulder this time. He interweaves your legs together, brushing your ankles with his own. 

“I will.” he promises with a smile.

“I shouldn’t get it for the next two days.”

He stops caressing your stomach and legs for a moment while he processes your words, before he continues with it. “Is it like a bad sign?” he asks, voice filled with worry.

Smiling, you shake your head. “No, it can happen.” you tell him, feeling him nodding behind you.

“Should I bring you your heating pad?” He sounds concerned, suddenly growing displeased at the thought of you being in pain.

Things like this can conjure an automatic smile in a second, your heart filling with even more love. You interweave your fingers together, staring at his long and slim fingers and tattoos on his knuckles, disappearing underneath the hem of his black hoodie.

“No, it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that bad yet,” you murmur, tracing the numbers on the back of his back. His mother’s birth date. “I love you, have I told you that?”

“Mhm, many times. But I could listen to you saying that on repeat all the time. And by that, I mean — All. The. Time.” he pecks your right cheek with each word, emphasizing it.

You giggle, face pressed into Jungkook’s pillow before you wince when another cramp comes.

Jungkook sits up, staring at you with those doe eyes full of worry and empathy, even though he has no idea how fucking awful it is to have a period every month. Not just having it, but experiencing all the pain and things that go with it.

“You know,” he murmurs, tracing your arm before you look at him with a confusion, slowly sitting up. “I’ve heard sex helps with cramps.”

Widening your eyes, you almost choke on your own spit as you open your mouth in shock.

Yeah, your and Jungkook’s sex life has always been a little bit adventurous. From trying different kinks to actually using sex toys, but you’ve never talked about that.

“I’m not having a period sex, Jungkook.” you tell him, shaking your head.

It’s not as if you were totally opposed to that. It’s more like a thing of insecurity. Not every man wants to have his dick coated in someone else’s blood. Especially when it comes out of vagina.

“But you said you still haven’t got it!” he exclaims, poking his inner cheek with his tongue before he sighs. “Listen up, baby. I think it could help you with your cramps and I’m down, if you are.”

Tilting your head, you stare at Jungkook and the familiar glint in his eyes. Your eyes avert down, right into his lap where you can spot a small hint of bulge, big enough to know that it’s not in his usual soft state.

“Oh my god, are you hard?” you exclaim, causing him to shift on his spot as he hisses at you.

“Not entirely,” he informs you, “I’ve been getting hard ever since I’ve felt your ass against my cock.” he adds, causing you to nudge his shoulder as you laugh.

He joins you, catching your hand as he slips his fingers through yours and clutches them. He stays silent, playing with your fingers leaving you to think. Biting your bottom lip, you cough causing him to look at you.

“Were you serious?” you ask, your voice raspy. You don’t need to hear his answer, you can see his eyes darkened with lust but he still responds to your question.

“Of course, I wouldn’t joke about that.”

And you see it. His honesty and his soft features, glancing at the little scar on his cheek to the little mole underneath his bottom lip.

“Listen, it was just an idea. You know I’d fuck you no matter what. I don’t care about this kind of stuff and to be honest, the thought of it drives me crazy. But I get that it might not be comfortable for you, so I’ll back off now. I just thought it could help.” he shrugs, your heart swooning over this man once again as you try to push the tears away.

Fucking hormones.

He’s always putting you first, no matter what the topic or the situation is — it’s always you.

“Let’s do it.” you speak, meeting his doe widened eyes like you expected them to look like.

“What? Are you sure? But you said--“

“Not gonna lie, the thought of it and seeing you like this,” you point at his crotch, “does things to me.”

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, “Don’t say stuff like that.” he shifts on his spot again, and you already know he’s getting hard.

“Hmm, why? Is it driving you crazy?” you ask, leaning towards him as he clenches his jaw.

“You know it does, you little minx.” he curses, grabbing your face as he kisses you roughly.

Your lips smacks together, moving against each other in a needy kiss as you finally feel them. Okay, you might’ve had make out session before Jungkook went to the gym for his workout, but fuck, you miss him. Sometimes you wish he was lazy like you are, but he loves working out and his muscles too much. It definitely pays off, the feeling of his abs underneath your fingers, especially the sight once his shirt goes off.

“Wait,” he stops, voice muffled as he tries to pull away. “So, are we really having sex?” he asks just to check in, causing you to laugh as you nod.

“Yeah, my cramps are uncomfortable. Let’s just test your theory.”

“Well, it’s not my theory. I’ve heard about it from Jimin and now that I think about it, I’ve read it somewhere as well.”

Rolling your eyes, you don’t even question how Jimin knows that or how it took a place in their conversation, you kiss him again. He softly places you back on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable before he kisses down your neck to your collarbones.

Jungkook knows your every little spot that makes you squirm in his hold, begging for more but as much as you love his kisses and hands caressing your whole body, you pull away and sit up. His lips are getting swollen and with those big eyes he looks adorable, causing you to grin at him. He watches you with a mere confusion, until he sees you taking off your baggy shirt and pajamas shorts.

“You know I love it when you take your time with me, but my pain isn’t getting any better.” you explain, causing his lips to let out an exclamation of realization.

“Sure,” he tells you, following your lead as he starts to take off his hoodie with sweatpants.

Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes already admiring his toned puffed out chest and abs. You can’t believe this man is yours. With his tiny waist and muscular thighs, he has the best body proportion you’ve ever seen. And you know he loves when you watch and admire, noticing the littlest smirk he sports on his puffy lips.

“How do you want it?” he asks, staying in his boxers as you pout at that.

“From the back.” you tell him, sliding off your panties before you throw it on the floor.

You’re already turning onto your stomach, hearing a soft whine from Jungkook who’s clearly disappointed of not having the chance to eye your breasts properly. It dies right away as you arch your back, wiggling your ass at him. He reacts immediately, grabbing the soft flesh into his palms as he squeezes it. Biting your lip, you prevent the moan escaping your mouth.

Jungkook loves when he can hear your moans, gasps or even screams in the form of his name. You guess it has something to do with his confidence and pride, knowing he’s the one making you react that way. On the other hand, you’re the one who always tries to tease him by being quiet, silencing your moans which leads to him being more rough and vocal.

You almost jump at the feeling of his finger rounding around your puckered hole, a soft gasp leaving your lips. He puts pressure with his finger, just not enough to actually enter you but enough to make you clench around nothing. He adds the rest of his fingers, trailing them down until he pushes apart your folds and starts to rubbing your heat.

“For not wanting to have a period sex, you’re certainly wet.” he comments, tone cocky and confident as you roll your eyes.

There’s no way he could see you, with your face pressed into his pillow, but he still slaps you as if he knew what your reaction would be.

“I’m not on my period yet.” you comment back, turning your head to the side just to see him from the corner of his eyes. Fuck, you want to feel him so much.

“Let me prep you.” he says, ready to push his fingers in as you flinch and shake your head.

“No,” you breathe out, “Fill me now, Jungkook. I need you.”

You don’t care how desperate you sound, all you can think about is his thick veiny cock inside of you. Knowing your boyfriend, he always makes sure he preps you just right for his cock, not wanting to hurt you. There’s always an extra bottle of lube in his nightstand.

“Are you sure?” He sounds skeptical and doesn’t move just yet. “I always prep you.”

Fuck, you know that. You just can’t wait. Maybe it’s the hormones or the uncomfortable feeling in your lower back, but you can’t waste another second.

“I’m sure, promise,” you murmur, glancing at him before you give him a tiny smile. “Just fuck me, baby.”

He curses underneath his breath, complementing for a few seconds before he breathes out a soft and almost inaudible ’okay’. The mattress shakes slightly underneath his weight as he takes off his boxers, and you take that opportunity to look at him. The sight of his thick length in his hands, pumping himself with tilted head back, you clench around nothing again. Fuck, you’re so wet.

He looks at you through his black lashes and hair falling into his eyes, darkened gaze meeting yours as he gives you the sexiest smirk of all times. He adjusts himself, the tip of his length poking your clit as you gasp.

“Don’t you wanna wear a condom?” you manage to choke out, feeling him poking your entrance this time. Oh fuck, this man will be the death of you.

“No,” he answers straight away. “Should I?” he asks, looking at your exposed back as he starts to caress it with his free hand.

You barely use condoms, but there is still at least one package in his nightstand just in case.

“Not if you don’t want to,” you tell him, smiling at the softness of his voice and thoughtfulness. “I just thought that-- you know, just in case...” you trail off awkwardly, knowing he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

You’re like an open book for him. He knows you like the back of his own hand.

“Baby,” he murmurs, hands grabbing your hips as he leans down to kiss the space between your shoulders blades. “I told you I’m fine with it.”

That’s all you needed to know to give him a nod. If he’s fine with it, then so are you. Not wanting to waste another second, he asks you if you’re ready and the wiggle of your ass is just enough of an answer for him, making him chuckle at your neediness.

As always, he’s careful and takes an extra caution since he hasn't prepped you this time. His movements are slow, even when he starts to push himself in, he gives you the time to adjust. It’s easier, your juices leaking out of you makes it easier for him to slide in, but he still takes his time. He doesn’t want to thrust into you in a harsh way, not when you’re not properly stretched out.

Fuck, he can feel how tight you are around him, swallowing him right in as you clench around him.

“Jesus baby, I need you to relax.” he groans, shutting his eyes at the tightness of walls.

“I’m trying,” you breathe out, “So good, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, I think I might cum.” he chuckles, causing you to the same.

There are times when Jungkook’s stamina is almost impossible, making it feel like a mission to make him cum. But there are times when he’s overwhelmed and needy, especially when you haven’t had sex for a few days. But you did, just two days ago and you don’t know what’s the reason behind his sudden choked up state.

You’re sensitive, knowing it’s not going to take long for you to cum. As soon as he starts thrusting in, you know it’s the end for you.

He bottoms out, letting the two of you adjust and embrace yourself for what’s about to come. He takes his time feeling up your body, hands rummaging your ass, back and slowly grabbing your tender breasts. He can tell your period is coming, not just by remembering you crying at some ridiculous scene yesterday or you scolding him for being messy this past week, but from the way your breasts feel. He pinches your nipples, caressing them right away, while he hears your soft gasps. You’re trying extremely hard not to clench from every touch he gives you, he can tell by the way you’re clutching the black sheets. Moving his hands down, he caresses your lower stomach again, like that time when he cuddled you from behind. But this time, he feels your skin and slightly bulged out stomach. Both from your period coming and his length nestled inside of you. He loves when that happens, when he can not just feel but see himself inside of you.

“Ready?” he asks, voice thick with softness and lust.

“Yes, please.” you whine, preparing yourself not to lose it all as soon as he starts to move.

He holds your hips for better support and grip, before he pulls out just to the point his head stays inside. Although, this time he thrusts in right away but still careful. You can't see him, but something tells you he's watching your reaction, making sure he's not doing anything uncomfortable to you. As soon as he's met with your gasps and moans of pleasure, he allows himself to go faster. 

“Holy shit.” he gasps, your brows pinching together but before you can voice out your confusion of his sudden reaction, he's picking up his pace.

It's no surprise that his length inside you feels fucking amazing, it always does. Your walls are slippery and tighter than usual, even you can tell the difference and judging by Jungkook's raged breathing and grunts, he thinks the same thing. The squelching sounds of your wetness and heat often make you embarrassed, but not this time. All you can focus is Jungkook and the way he controls your body, holding your ass up when you start to slide down.

“You're so fucking hot, baby,” he grunts, followed with the sound of his balls hitting your clit. “My woman.”

The bedroom is filled with so much filthy sounds, making the atmosphere even more erotic than ever and Jungkook's dirty words evoke another wave of pleasure inside you.

“Yours.” you moan, trying to perch your ass for him better but he's got you. His strong hands are holding you, making sure you won't run away from his throbbing length. 

“I'm gonna marry you one day,” he promises, your walls clenching straight away.

This is not a part of his usual dirty talk, since he's very vocal during sex saying all the right filthy words to bring you closer to your orgasm, but this time's different. And maybe because this is the first time he brought up marriage during sex, it clouds your mind with pleasure and lust even more. 

“You're gonna be my wife. You're gonna be Mrs. Jeon,” he grits through his clenched teeth, fingers digging into your skin but it doesn't hurt. You love it. 

“Yeah?” you ask, voice strained and hopeful. 

“Yeah,” he says straight away, slowing down his pace as he starts to roll his hips into you. “And then you're gonna have my kids.” he whispers into your ear, voice raspy and stern, sounding so erotic to your ears that your vision gets hazy for a moment. 

“Please.” you manage to choke out, not really sure whether you're begging for it to become true or him sending you over the edge. 

Anyways, Jungkook listens and starts to set up an animalistic pace, knowing you're enjoying this more than he ever thought you'd be. Again, maybe it's the hormones or the fact he's helping you with the pain you've quickly forgot about. He slides down his arm over your bulged stomach, holding you there while he can feel himself moving inside of you. 

“You're gonna bear my baby in here one day, and then you won't have to worry about cramps for a few months.”

In other situation, you might've laugh at his comment, knowing the actual birth is even more painful than period cramps. And the fact that woman can bleed for a couple of months after giving birth, is nothing compare to having a period for seven days. But still, he makes it sound so erotic, the way he talks about your future and is so sure of himself. It warms your heart at the same time, knowing you've chosen the right man. There's no one else who could make evoke such emotions inside of you like Jungkook can.

“Fuck, are you close?” he asks breathlessly, feeling the way you clench around him even tighter than before.

He notices your white knuckles gripping the black sheets you always complain about, telling him how dark it makes your bedroom look. Oh fuck, how much he loves you. Even when you complain about useless stuff, he loves you with his entire heart. 

Your knees are buckling, barely holding up your weight and if it weren't for Jungkook holding you, you'd be sprawled on the mattress like a dead animal. 

“Yes.” you answer, confirming his assumption.

“Where do you want it? Want me to fill you up?” he asks, his own voice getting raspier and strained at your walls barely allowing him to move inside of you. 

“Wherever you want.” Is all you say, not caring where he cums.

He loves cumming inside of you, even though it barely happens. It's just for a caution and you assume as soon as you've told him those words, he'll take this opportunity to cum inside of you.

It's not like you don't love it, oh shit, you do. The feeling of his warm cum inside you, filling you up to the brim is irresistible and mind-blowing. 

You jerk away when you hear him spitting, soon feeling his saliva sliding down your ass. He catches it with his thumb, tracing your puckered hole with it as he continues thrusting inside of you. It's too much, his finger circling around your hole while the other one is filled up with his thick throbbing length, and you feel yourself getting closer. 

With your remaining strength, you manage to reach your orgasm by meeting his thrusts. Your ass slaps against his abdomen with each thrust, the mixed sounds of your skin slapping against his and your moans with Jungkook's grunts, you feel yourself getting close.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me fill you up.” 

With a whiny moan, you're cumming around him, feeling your juices and wetness run down your thighs. It's nothing massive, but you can still feel the extra wetness of your arousal and cum. 

“Fuck. I'm cumming!” Jungkook groans, his hips halting before you feel him twitch inside of you. Moaning at the feeling, he fills you up like he promised, making sure you got every drop of him.

Your legs shake, but you don't dare to move or fall back onto the mattress that looks rather inviting. You know you've to take a shower, knowing you made a mess. Jungkook pulls out, apologizing softly when he hears you hiss, he allows his cum to leak out of you.

“Bloody hell.”

It's not the British accent that makes you turn around, it's his words and following chuckle that he makes. He sits down onto his ankles, his length already softening but you barely notice it as you stare at it.

“Oh my fucking god!” you exclaim, eyes widening and throat clenching at the sight that's in front of you. 

HIs entire length is covered in your blood and as you sit down onto your knees, you look between your legs to see the mess there. There's a line of blood and cum slowly trailing down your thigh, causing you to gasp in utter shock. 

“Baby, it's fine.” Jungkook chuckles, standing up from the bed as he reaches for his old shirt that's draped over the chair that's in the corner of the room, handing it to you. 

You snatch it from his hands, cheeks flaming with embarrassment as you clean yourself. 

“This is so fucking embarrassing.” you whine, voice quivering that makes Jungkook shoot straight to action. 

“Baby,” he calls out, already making his way to the bed before he takes the shirt from you. He cleans off the running blood with it as he smiles at you. “There's nothing embarrassing about this. We both wanted this. Look, I'm perfectly fine.” he says, stretching out his arms giving you a great opportunity to look at his length. 

You cringe, staring at him. “That's disgusting.”

“No, it's not.” he argues back, grinning at you. 

“I thought I won't get it, especially not during sex.” you murmur, watching him to clean off himself. The poor shirt does a terrible job, but still manages to clean at least something.

“It was hot as fuck.” 

“When did you notice it?” you ask him, already finding him giving you a sheepish look. 

“When I first thrusted in and pulled out.”

“Jungkook!” you exclaim, careful not to sit down onto your ass. “Why haven't you told me?”

“Because I knew you'd grow embarrassed and I wanted you to enjoy it. Baby,” you look at him with a huge scowl on your face, which makes him smile at you. “There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You loved it and so did I. Did it work? Does your tummy still hurts?” 

You realize that it doesn't hurt, there's still a throb between your legs, but it's not caused by your period. Looking down, you see your blood on the sheets and it makes you gasp.

“I ruined the sheets!” you exclaim. 

“It's fine, you hated them.” he waves his hand, before he helps you to stand up.

“But--”

“No buts, I'll take care of the sheets later. Let's take a shower, yeah?” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he kisses the tip of your nose. 

Knowing Jungkook and his love for doing the laundry, he'll probably test the new stain remover product he bought last week, to see if it gets rid of blood. Not wanting to complain or be embarrassed, you know Jungkook simply doesn't care. He's perfectly fine, kissing your lips as if to prove your thoughts, before you sigh.

“I love you.” You feel like you should tell him, and looking in those dark doe eyes full of love and affection, you know he feels the same. 

But he doesn't waste the opportunity to voice out his thoughts. 

“I love you, my love.” he says, kissing you for the last time as he leads you to the bathroom where he sets up the perfect water temperature before he allows you to step into the shower.

It's the time when you both shower, making sure you clean all the blood off your bodies, when you see the reddened water. Jungkook follows your vision, already grinning when he says; “Bloody hell.”

You slap his chest, scowling at the ridiculous joke.

“Can you stop saying that?” you scold him, seeing him still grinning at you.

“What, you don't like my British accent?” he teases, wiggling his brows as he keeps grinning. His nose scrunched and bunny teeth on display, you fight the urge to smile. 

“It's not about your British accent and you know it.” you murmur.

“I was just teasing,” he chuckles, pulling you closer to him as you let out a sequel when your legs slip. But as usual, Jungkook holds you and makes sure nothing happens to you. “I love you.” he kisses you before you can react, your lips stretching into a huge smile through the kiss. 

When he pulls away, he licks his lips as darkened lust fills his eyes. 

“Can we do this again next month? Or tomorrow? You know... since it worked.” he suggests, wiggling his brows at you as you slap his chest. This time, you find yourself laughing at your ridiculous boyfriend. 

“Jungkook!”