#hoe brain at its finest

[wonysugar]

fuck you stupid | ning yizhuo

synopsis : you thought you’d seen it all with her, but no, she somehow managed to surprise you even further.

pairing : bimbo!ningning x fem!reader

genre : bffs to... fwb?? idk they just fuck,, so obviously smut too! xx

tags : yall got lost help, fingering, degradation, belittling, dumbification, car sex, she's so stupid but she fucks you good so it's okay, very slight cunnilingus, she slaps you like once so impact play!

warnings : none!

word count : 1.6k

you, y/n l/n, weren’t exactly smart, but you also weren’t exactly stupid. like yeah, you weren’t a genius per se, but it’s not like you were brain dead either. average was the term you always used to describe your intelligence.

you unfortunately couldn’t say the same about ning yizhuo, your best friend. 

you loved her, like that’s your bitch, of course you love her! however, you’d be lying if you said that she was intellectually capable, because she just wasn’t. god, she was just so, so painfully stupid?? clumsy??? careless???? all of the above applied when it came to this woman. not even to be mean or anything of the sorts, just, yknow… natural selection at its finest.

she was aware of that, though, and even thrived in being the self proclaimed bimbo everyone knew and loved. (to which you wholeheartedly agree with, by the way) and honestly? you just couldn’t stop teasing her about it whenever you two hung out. things similar to “stupid hoe” and “dumbass” always escaping your mouth as you two laughed, probably moments after she bumped onto something on the sidewalk whilst spilling all the tea to you. 

in summary, she’s done stupid shit before, but nothing, nothing could ever top what she had done that day.

the day she got the both of you lost in some random parking lot at like, 2 am.

“ning, we’re fucking lost.” you told her, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you watched her giggle nervously.

she grabbed her cellphone and hovered her finger over the power button, “oh come on y/n don’t be like that, i can just go on google maps and we’ll be out of here in no ti-“

a black screen.

she cleared her throat hesitantly, sighed, then pressed the button again.

nothing.

she kept doing that, giving longer presses to the side of her phone in hopes of a miracle . your patience was running thin and you were quite frankly not far from panicking.

after the 27th-ish try, you finally snapped at her.

“fucking hell ning do you not charge your damn phone??” 

“sorry that i forgot to?” 

oh she had to be joking. 

“girl oh my god what the fuck?? we’ll stay stuck here for only god knows how long and it’s all gonna be because ‘ning yizhuo forgot to charge her phone beforehand’ for fuck’s sake.” you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. trying to calm down, you ignored ning’s gaze.

her stupid annoying yapping wasn’t helping at all. like, at all.

“oh so we’re once again blaming me, got it. y/n you didn’t even bring your own phone, how do you have the audacity to put the blame on me.” she said back, her eyebrow raised up as she threw her phone down on her skirt, sighing exasperatedly. 

“because someone told me it was her turn to get the aux.”

“where in that sentence did i ever tell you not to bring your phone??”

“god, ning just- just stay quiet. okay? just- please shut up, i’m trying to think. we can’t rely on you for anything.” you told her, exasperated.

in response, she scoffed, “no?? no i won’t, actually. you’re always putting the blame on me and it’s seriously starting to piss me the fuck off. yeah i’m a bimbo, whatever, but does that mean that you have to talk to me like i only have two barely functioning brain cells??” 

“oh please, saying you have two functioning brain cells would be wayy too generous. you’re always doing the stupidest shit out of the two of us. i mean fuck, you literally drove us here, in the middle of nowhere. you’re not a bimbo, you’re just fucking dumb, ning.”

when you looked back at her, she seemed hurt. like, 

a wave of guilt quickly washed over you upon seeing her pained, pained expression. she looked into your eyes, frustration and sadness clearly showing into her own. yeah, she looked pissed. you wanted to apologize almost immediately, and you were going to, 

if she didn’t suddenly press her lips onto yours before you could even get a word out. 

-

how do best friends make up after a fight?

usually, they talk it out, they go out, hug it out then get milkshakes or whatever, hell, sometimes they just go a day or two without talking then eventually forget about it.

this? this was none of that.

since she planted a kiss on your lips, you, instead of doing anything stated above, were fucking.

like, yeahh you were still lost, but at least you were getting your pussy ravaged. the situation could be handled later; when you weren’t drenched.

throwing your head back as you moaned out ning’s name, you were straddling her in the backseat of her car, feeling her two fingers deep inside you and stretching you out. she looked up at you with lustfully hooded eyes as she kissed and left very visible marks all over your neck, all the way down to your collarbone, her free hand fondling your tits, lazily playing with the nipple. 

“f-fuck ning keep going i’m sososo close- fuckfuckfuck..” feeling yourself getting pushed closer to the edge by the friction you felt, you bucked your hips faster onto her digits. the knot tying in your stomach felt like it would’ve snapped any second now, that is,

until she stopped moving her fingers altogether.

frustrated, you whined loudly, “ninggg please let me cum pleaseplease-” 

“oh yeah? so now you wanna rely on me for something, and it’s to make you cum?” she laughed. “fucking slut. i’ll make you cum whenever i want to, got it, bitch?” she added, pressing her thumb on your swollen throbbing clit, smirking condescendingly and watching how pretty you looked when pleasure contorted your face.

you unintentionally clenched at her words, nodding shamefully. it was embarrassing enough having your best friend knuckles deep inside of you, having her call you names and whatnot, but the real embarrassing part? 

enjoying it thoroughly.

she knew this, she knew she had you wrapped around her finger at that moment and oh was it such a power trip for her. seeing you be so needy for her touch, you almost started riding her fingers yourself, too. she was always the one being treated like a dumb bitch, it was nice being on the other side of things, for a change. 

she kept twisting and pulling on your nipple with her free hand as she slowly started to slide her fingers up and down your walls again, giggling and paying close attention to how your body shook and twitched at each and every one of her slow movements. what a sight to see. 

“you like being fucked stupid hm?”

and that’s what she did,

seconds,

minutes,

what felt likes hours,

you were sloppily bouncing and grinding on her fingers, speed ranging from a painful slowness to an overwhelming rapidity. 

you gripped her arms tightly, as if you would fall into some sort of void if you didn’t hold onto her for dear life. resting your head on her shoulder, you whined, losing yourself onto her. her fingers were still pumping in and out of you at that moment, faster than they were before, by the way, so it took you all of your body strength to not just cum right then and there, but you managed to hold back. for her, you held back and took all of it. every minute passing, every single motion feeling like it was threatening to make you go insane. 

“ning pleaseplease let me cum i wanna cum so badly fuck- pleasepleasepleasepleaseee-” you begged, looking down at her with pleading teary eyes.

“fuck, look at you. calling me a dumb bitch all the time, yet here you are, acting oh so stupid for my fingers. such a brainless needy little whore for me, hm? does my idiotic, pretty girl wanna cum?” 

you nodded eagerly as you whined, tears actively running down both of your cheeks, so desperate for release that you quite honestly didn’t care for how ridiculous you looked to her at that moment. you just wanted to cum, so, so, so badly, and you were ready to give up your dignity for it.

the sound of her hand slapping your cheek resonated in the car.

“say it. you know damn well i don’t accept pathetic sounds for an answer.”

“fuck— your idiotic pretty girl wants to cum pleaseee let her–”

she hummed, smirking at your response. incredibly amused by your behavior, she took her fingers out of you, picked you up by placing her hands on your thighs, then gently put you on the empty seat that was next to the one she occupied. upon seeing you sat comfortably, she proceeded to kneel down on the empty space between the front seats and the backseats. y’know,

the ones a grown woman couldn’t possibly fit in?

it’s okay though, like, yeah she would most definitely complain about back pain later, but right now?

she needed to feel you cum all over her tongue.

and that’s exactly what she worked towards, her tongue driven by the scent of your arousal to roam all over your folds and clit, kissing and sucking on every inch of your core as she attentively listened to all the sweet noises that came out of you. it really did not take long before your moans reached octaves you didn’t even know you could achieve before, an overwhelming wave of relief hitting you like a truck. you were 100% sure you would pass out afterwards.

at the end of the day, yeah, you both were still stranded in the middle of some unknown parking lot, but at least, the stress of it all evaporated in the air.

while you were trying to catch your breath, you made a mental note;

never underestimate ning’s intelligence when she was in a bad mood! or, do. depending on if you wanna get fucked stupid that day or not.

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 8 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

Warning(s): unhinged behavior, fat shaming, unnecessary use of foul language, watch me pulverize a bag of expired chicken trash, aurora slander, no one is safe, cyberbullying at its finest ✨

I never thought I would have laughed at the beginning of this chapter.

Like I legit goofed off when I read it no joke.

We come back to Amalia and the beginning of her “fight” against the professional clowns and fatty is telling trophy daughter to get away.

No, come closer Aurora. For once, be an independent woman and don’t listen to your father. You got this honey, get A LOT closer 🥰🥰🥰

Oh my gosh, and she did!

She actually got closer! Good for you, Aurora, you’re such a good girl!

Eyo what.

I did not just hear this bitch say “I won’t run away”. Did I hear that right?

This is coming from the cunt who ran away from HER HUSBAND’S PEOPLE’S FUCKING WAR who’s saying that??

This is coming from the blue-skinned mc fry chicken-looking ass who listened to her daddy tell he to run away from a war but disobeys him when he tells her to not fight another woman?

Aurora.

You’d rather disobey your daddy to fight an experienced adventurous heroine but you’d listen to him when he tells you to flee from a war you were supposed to stay in?

This bitch is clinically slow.

Please lord, let this be a foreshadowing that she’ll actually die when she fights Amalia. 🙏🙏

And then you got her DUMB ASS turning into a Temu version of Echo saying:

Man, SHUT YOUR STUPID MICKEY ASS UP BITCH THOUGHT SHE WAS THE SHIT TALKING LIKE THAT‼️‼️‼️‼️

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THEY NEEDED THAT ENERGY DURING THE WAR?!??

HOE THOUGHT IT WAS QUIRKY TO ACT UP LIKE THIS‼️‼️ AS IF IT WAS FUCKING APPROPRIATE ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

THIS U?

Nah. Amalia cook her up.

Fry her up into that McDonald’s Angus sandwich they took out from the menu AND LEMME EAT THAT SHIT RIGHT AFTER IT-

Literally what the fuck is wrong with this blue hoe. She uses her anger like that towards Amalia but not when it’s necessary???

How?? How does she think like that?

She did not do shit during the war and ran away because she said she was pregnant and did not want to fight and yet here she is saying she’s ready to brawl with Amalia while being pregnant. This doesn’t do shit for her cuz this is just implying that she was fully capable of defending the sadidas during the war!!

WHAT??????

AURORA WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD TALK LIKE THAT, YOU ONLY LOOK EVEN WORSE‼️‼️

Aurora is yapping as if she can efficiently win this.

Meanwhile, you got Amalia over here, who fought straight-up divinities: she fought against Harebourg, an infamous demigod xelor before he ran away, damaged Jiva's hands, the month protector of Javian, was able to momentarily restrain Oropo, a demigod copy of Yugo, managed to beat Black Bump, the demigod feca, by partnering up with Yugo, and stood her ground against a freaking necrome (a necrome is not a divinity but it technically stays "alive" for eternity).

Aurora has no brain cells, doesn't watch what the hell she's saying more than half the time, has no experience in battle, her pregnancy is the only thing relevant about her, lies for the sake of lying, and has a hideous bird transformation.

Because let's talk about it.

This might just be the ugliest bird transformation I have ever seen in my life. It’s not even pretty at all. Look at how her fingers turn into vulture claws and those feathers just sprouting out of her shoulders and arms.

Echo did it far better than her because her transformation was actually elegant and sublime. Meanwhile, you got Aurora’s slow-ass vulture transformation where she looks like she’s about to take a shit in that panel. Her head is lowered down, her face is hiding behind her hair, her body is shaking, her shoulders going back, and her hands trembling, yeah she’s definitely shitting herself just to do this transformation. Even Efrim’s paws are cuter CUZ HERS LOOK LIKE CHICKEN/VULTURE FEET.

ECHO COME BACK THIS BITCH IS RUINING YOUR FLOW‼️‼️‼️

Also, when you say: “It’s time we put her in her place”, who’s “we”??? You and your dad??? You think that fatty can fight back? Just a second ago, he was telling you to stay back and was sweating like a pig, so again, tf you mean “we”???

Woman thought she ate saying “iT’s TImE ThAT We PuT hEr iN HeR pLaCe” go sit your ass down, you couldn’t even fight against A THUNDER STRIKE. That thunder wasn’t even from the Eliatrope goddess, it was literally just nature that kicked your ass by touching your furry finger.

And that’s the worst part of it. It didn’t even touch your whole body. It touched the edge of your fucking fingers and you immediately dramatically fell like a bird’s white shit.

She’s such a clown omg…

This ain’t even funny anymore. She really thought she was on the same level as Amalia.

Even fucking Eva could take on Aurora while being pregnant, cuz unlike that blue-skinned brat, Eva was able to defend herself against a sram demigoddess AND escape from a pandawa demigod WHILE BEING MUCH FURTHER IN HER PREGNANCY THAN AURORA.

Tot, please for the love of god turn Aurora into a soufflé before the sadidas cause a rebellion French style with the guillotine when they find out she’s actual trash.

Aurora is literally that one jujutsu kaisen meme where they go “Nah, I’d win.” 💀💀💀

Our boss queen Amalia immediately picked up on her bullshit and sensed her coming from a mile away even when she was “going fast” while flying.

And this is literally one of the best krosmoz manga shots of Amalia ready to fucking destroy this worthless excuse of an osamodas.

I swear no matter how many times I keep seeing this panel, my heart wants to pull itself out of my chest, screaming, getting on adrenaline. Amalia’s just so perfect, I wanna be her and kick that chicken-legged braindead woman so badly 😫😫

But sadly, we’re going to have to wait for the next chapter to see this “fight”. I’m calling it like that cuz I bet my whole bank account that it’s just gonna be Amalia pummelling Aurora repeatedly, ain’t no way that blue hoe can actually fight after the shit I saw in Season 4.

And I hope that’s the case because we can see Aurora looking like she’s struggling on the cover of Chapter 9.

She looks enraged and flying fast towards Amalia perhaps. But she definitely looks furious and whenever she looks mad, we all now know it’s always because she’s losing or not getting something she wants.

So yes, Amalia, destroy this wench.

Meanwhile, Yugo’s tasting what hell feels like and my god that crater looks even bigger when we get close up…

What I especially loved about this chapter, was that we finally got another interaction between Yugo and Adamaï, this time more personal and something that felt like their dynamic from Season 2. It’s sad to know that their bond won’t be the same as it was before even when they have finally reunited and forgiven each other.

But this scene gave me hope that their brotherly bond has not entirely been washed away from the years of being apart.

Adamaï still cares for him a great deal and Season 4 was able to show it. And this chapter did the same thing.

This is heartbreaking too look at.

Yugo’s face when he hears him say that, is the look of realization, you can tell his heart just squeezed at his words.

It’s been so long since Adamaï told him these words. He didn’t even say them in Season 4 when they were both reconciling.

Adamaï actually had a really good idea to solve this issue. A temporary solution if you will. Since they’re both primordial twins of the Eliatrope goddess, it was very clever of him to deduce that they should both share the pain of the belladone poison!

Ad can actually impress us when he wants to damn…

Yugo refuses at first but realizes that since they don’t have any other options, he accepts.

(*i just now realized how big Adamaï’s hands looked in this shot. Damn. Imagine getting choked by that-*)

This whole scene, I genuinely felt the bond they used to share back in Seasons 1 and 2. The way Yugo completely relies on Adamaï for any decision that they make together and Adamaï being the one who highlights the issue at hand before coming up with a solution for the both of them.

And ngl, it actually felt very refreshing to see this change.

And here’s the shot guys.

This is the shot we’ve been waiting to see ever since that damn great wave webtoon trailer came out!!

I like how some of us collectively agreed that this was the moment where Yugo created the wave but I’m so happy it wasn’t the case. Because if it did happen like this, the timing would have felt way too forced and rushed. Now I’m just happy Yugo won’t have to cough up blood all the damn time (even tho I like that idea so much cuz Yugo suffering is something i KNOW we all want cuz god zammnn-) because he’ll actually be able to be balanced and stable for now.

Now that the link has been made, Adamaï lets Yugo know that they should move somewhere else to not cause any other damage to the kingdom which is another great idea (Adamaï’s all fired up with good ideas today lol)

ARE THEY IN SPACE?!!?!?!!

LITERALLY SLOW DOWN, YOU GUYS ARE ZIGZAGGING EVERYWHERE WAIT-

I believe there is a way to find a cure for the Belladone poison. Based on what I found, the poison doesn’t seem to have any remedy since it’s such a deadly substance to drink but I believe they could be able to find something that could potentially help Yugo and Adamaï get rid of it from their systems.

For example, the same thing happened to Amalia back in Season 1. Not only did she get bit by a demonic rose known to have been created to hurt Jiva, one of the month protectors of the world of twelve, but she ended up being fine once the others found a cure for the flower.

Granted, the flower and the belladone have two distinct differences that separate them on their severity level : A) The demonic rose is a flower while the belladone is a berry. B) The demonic rose is a deadly flower that, once touched, can kill you in under a day while the belladone, once eaten, can kill you in under a few seconds. It can even damage your skin if you hold one for too long.

Even so, it doesn’t change the fact that if an infamous red flower that has impacted a divinity can be cured, then so can the belladone.

These two are pure morons.

It doesn’t matter when or where they are, they’ll still smirk and come up with dumb jokes even when they’re in pain like this.

Adamaï’s over here treating this like “training”. I have no idea if he said that to lighten the mood when he realized they were somewhat stable now that they shared the pain or if it was just because he genuinely tested this like training to see if they could withstand the pain together.

Either way, they’re both idiots and brothers for life. Brothers who smile even when they’re not sure about the pain.

Extra: let’s just enjoy more pained yugo expressions lol

[cal-puddies]

touch, make love, taste you // calum hood

hoe brain out here working overtime. I wanted to give what do i more of a chance, but i feel like this needs to be shared. @kindahoping4forever​ has seen this from just the seedling and she said we’re burning down and flooding clown town. any feedback will be welcome!

Prompt: hoe brain prompted me// no prompt

Warnings: Boyfriend! Calum, restraints, toys, idk... it’s just a whole mess of sex.

Word Count: 1718

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Cal grins at you and your knees go a little weak. “How ya feelin pretty girl?” He smirks, the light sheen from your first orgasm still on his face. 

“So good handsome.” You murmur.

“These still feel ok?” He asks, gently pulling on the four restraints that clipped your wrists to your ankles, keeping your knees bent and legs spread for him.

“Yeah.” You nod. 

“Let me know immediately if they don’t.” He smiles sweetly. 

“I will baby.” You agree. 

“And I’m free to do anything we talked about?” He double checks, watching you nod. “Ok, I’m gonna grab the blindfold.” He gently rubs your clit before getting off the bed. 

He comes back with the blindfold and a few toys, but you don’t really pay attention to what he’s got. He kneels on the bed again and leans in to kiss you, before putting the blindfold over your eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

“Love you too… I trust you Cal.” You say, sensing he needs to hear it. 

He lets out a breath and reaches for the vibrator, he turns it on and teases it over your clit. Your body shudders. You feel him situate himself, kneeling on the bed. He continues to tease the vibrator and then he pulls it away to pinch your clit. A whine escapes your lips. “Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks. 

“Yeah… yes… Cal.” You moan. 

He presses the vibe back to your clit. He creates a rhythm with shallow thrusts of his fingers into you, tapping up the vibrations on the toy. It doesn't take long for you to reach the edge, he watches your muscles flex and pulls the toy and fingers away. He smacks your clit 4 times, and your thighs twice. 

He presses the vibe back to your clit and you sigh loudly. He leans over and spits onto your pussy. He gently rubs it over your pussy, and then trails his fingers lower, gently massaging over your tighter hole. He grins as you moan. 

“Does that feel good for you pretty girl?” He teases and he grins as you nod. He very gently starts to push just the tip of his pointer finger in, and he moves the vibe all over your clit, pressing it against your opening. 

He pushes the finger in further, teasing a second one in with it. 

You know it’s up to you to tell him if something isn’t working for you. Part of the conversation was that he wasn’t going to constantly check since you both trust each other. 

His lips gently brush over your knee quickly and you whimper a little, feeling his fingers push all the way in. “Cal.” You breathe. 

He takes the vibe and his fingers away and you whine loudly, but then his tongue is stroking over your opening, his lips wrap around your clit. “So wet,” he murmurs. He sits up and pushes the vibe back to your clit and his fingers push gently back into your ass, though this time he’s added lube and doesn’t take it slow. His fingers move slowly in and out of you a few times and then the vibe is turned up. “You’re so open for me.” He murmurs. Your hips buck up in time with his fingers just once, and he takes everything away again. 

He rubs his entire hand over your pussy, applying extra pressure over your clit, and then smacks your pussy multiple times in quick succession. 

The vibe is returned to your clit once again, but instead of his fingers, you feel the cool metal of a plug at your ass, and you know almost instantly that it’s not your normal plug, it’s already wider, “thought we’d go for a little stretch.” He hums above you, “you just… take the other one so easily now.” 

He watches your hands grip around your feet as you pull your legs back toward your chest, opening yourself up more. You press your head back against the bed and push your chest up, “holy fuck… Calum please.” You moan. 

He continues to gently work the plug in and out, stretching you more and more. He clicks up the vibe again. 

And it’s immediately met with you chanting “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” 

Cal watches your body close, brings you to the very very edge and pulls the vibe away, pushing the plug all the way in. He watches the building orgasm dissipate, grinning to himself even though you can’t see it. “Not yet, pretty girl…. look at you. Open for me, so hot.” You feel his hand on your pussy, “so fuckin creamy, baby. Fuck.” He groans. 

You feel his cock pushing between your pussy lips, it’s so warm from all the blood pumping through him. “Do you feel this?” He asks, slapping it against your clit, “you do this to me, pretty girl… so fuckin hard.” He slicks his cock through your pussy lips a couple more times, and you can hear as he begins to stroke his hand over his cock, he lets out breathy moans. “So good, pretty girl.” He pushes your legs apart and presses his knee against the plug, and presses the vibe to your clit, pushing it up to the highest he knew you’d be able to take. He inhales sharply through his nose as you let out the loud, guttural moan he lives for. 

“Calum, oh god… fuck baby, please.” 

“I know. I’ve pushed a lot. You’ll get it.” He groans, “I’m so fuckin proud of you baby. So fuckin hot to have you this way.” 

“Baby baby baby…” you chant, and he knows you aren’t going to hold on much longer. 

“C’mon pretty girl, you earned it. Cum for me.” He encourages. Your body seems to respond immediately, your hips thrust up, and when they come back down, you arch your back and rock yourself against his knee, giving you more friction against the plug. 

“Oh my god… holy fuck… please please please…” 

“Needy girl…” he chuckles, watching your muscles start to tense, he presses the vibe hard to your clit, moving it slightly. 

“Right there… right there… right there!” It’s loud, even in your own ears, but he doesn’t move it, sticking to his word to give you the orgasm, finally. You push your hips up again, and he watches your fingers dig into your ankles. “Holy fuck, holy fuck…” he lets your body fully relax before he pulls the vibe away. He turns it off and he leans over you, pushing the blindfold off before forcefully pressing his lips to yours. You try to grab onto him, and remember your wrists are bound to your ankles. He gently rubs your side to soothe you. “So good.” You murmur, once the kiss becomes less needy. 

“So good for me baby… mind if I finish up?” He checks, knowing he’d put you through a lot. 

“Yeah… wan you ta cum too.” You nod, clearly struggling with coherency. 

“I’m gonna leave the blindfold off.” He kisses your nose, and presses his lips to yours again. 

He sits up again, you watch him settling in a new position, he pushes his cock in your pussy, and you squeeze around it, he grins up at you and wipes the head of the vibrator through your slick folds. He presses it against his balls and pushes himself further inside your, nestling the vibe between his balls and the end of the plug. 

He pushes your thigh and arm flush against the bed, wrapping his large hand around as much of your thigh as he could and holding it tight. He doesn’t thrust, just wants to feel inside you while the toy massages his balls. 

He watches your eyes roll back as he clicks up the vibe again. He grips your hip to pin you down, he doesn’t wanna be any deeper than he is in you. 

He listens as you moan and babble, your eyes are hazy as they scan over him, he’s having a hard time focusing on you as well. He feels your stomach muscles tighten under his hand, and he can tell you’re gonna cum again. He doesn’t talk about it, just lets it happen. 

“Fuck… that’s it pretty girl. I’m so close… thank you for this.” He moans. 

He makes out his name and ‘please’ over and over from your babbling. He feels his balls tighten and he starts to release, letting a little of the cum spill inside you. He pulls out and pulls the vibe off his balls, clicking it off and fisting his cock, spraying the rest of his cum over your pussy and thighs, letting it drip over your skin. He rubs his thumb over your clit, using his cum as lube. 

“Baby.” He murmurs, he waits until your eyes find his. “So good.” You nod. He gently presses the plug with his fingers, “you ready to have this out.” 

“Mmm mmm,” you shake your head and try to make grabby-hands at him. He quickly unfastens the restraints, freeing your ankles and wrists, he briefly rubs your ankles, and then grabs your hands and rubs his thumbs over your wrists before moving to lay next to you. He kisses each of your wrists and pulls you tight against him, you take advantage of having your limbs released and wrap yourself around him. 

He holds onto you, rolling on his back so you can curl up on his chest. He gently pets your hair, kissing the top of your head every couple minutes. He waits you out, you finally look up at him and he grins at you. You gently press your lips to his, and he lets you deepen it, making it slow and passionate until you pull away.

“You ok?” He checks. 

“Yeah, I thought I was gonna get anal.” You chuckle. 

“Mmm mmm, this was all about you and anal is usually about me.” He hums. “You were so good, though, so pretty, so open, so sweet, so trusting.” He lists. “And I’m so proud.” 

You prop your head in your hand and look at him. “Who else would I trust like I trust you?” You whisper. 

“Hopefully no one enough to allow them to do this, love.” He chuckles.

[chocominnie]

Desperado — 12 (M) | JJK

Pairing: Badboy!Jungkook X Reader

Summary : A messy situationship at it’s finest. You don’t even know whats headed your way, just even engaging in the slightest within him. See, he has an assignment to complete. A mission granted by his father thats do or die. You just so happen to be a major pawn in that assignment. He didn’t mean to take an interest in you. Surely it was an accident right? Only except. you hold much value in this game that he’ll do anything to complete it. Oblivious is what you are. Poor thing. Poor.. Poor thing.

Genre: Mature/ Mafia!Jungkook

Trailer: xxxxx  preview 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11

Word Count : 6k

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak…High angst, usage of drugs, drug mentions, mental illness, switch!jungkook, Brat reader, possible stockholm syndrom, kidnapping, assault, death of side characters, murder, weapons, usage of weapons, masturbation, physical violence, blood, alcohol, weed, unprotected and protected sex, spanking, honestly its a lot of aruging…

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The two laugh their way into the building. The guards bow at them and they nod their head back at them just before entering the luxurious building. It’s already four in the morning and it was a night well spent by the two teens of illegal drinking and dancing at his father’s club. Only for that night to be cut short with an emergency call for the two of them to be in his father’s office immediately. I’ts no suprise to them, Casper had said that Won-Shik was brewing up yet another  master plan and mission.

Although the two loving teens had already broken up, the bond still remains the same. Jungkook links his arm with her, turning the corner with a fit of giggles escaping their mouths. Cheeks flushed red, the two appear infront of two double doors that are waiting to be opened. Upon their entrance inside the room there sits Won-Shik in his chair at the end of the long meeting table. He nods his head towards the two seats closest to him. Jungkook greets him and sits first, the girl does the same after.

“ Let’s get to the point. Jungkook I want you and her to be in charge of this next mission. It just so happens that Harley has a daughter. She’s due to be in Korea in about a couple of months. Her mother has work that travels and she’s coming here to work for the international buereu for the Korean Government...” 

Jungkook nods at him to continue on before stealing a glance at the girl who’s way more intrigued than he is. Under the table, he locks hands with her, rubbing his thumb across it. She smiles at him cheekily before they both give their attention back to Won-Shik. It’s no doubt he likes seeing the two together. In fact, he wishes that Jungkook would be more stable with her because she serves great purpose and wisdom to the Jeon mafia. To him, shes a smart cookie with brains and thats just what Jungkook needs by his side. By his side.. forever. 

“ You.” He looks at the girl, “ You will befriend her. She’s just about your age and she’ll need new friends. Introduce her to your friendgroup. She is to get close to you enough to tell you about her father, Harley.”

“ I can do that.”

“ Good. Jungkook you will come in a bit later but around the same time she befriends her, you will befriend the girl too. I expect you know how to do such things since you are your father’s son, who’s definately a ladies man. You get your charms from me.”

Jungkook purses his lips and rolls his eyes at the comment. He’ll be damned to ever be compared to his hoe of a father. “ I can do it. What’s the point of this?”

“ Harley is the one who we need. I want him alive and standing right infront of me in person. You two play an important role because she’ll fall for Jungkook while also being a bestfriend to Ayami. All information recieved from the two of you and all speculations you should report back to Casper or me. Harley caused us great damage and danger with the FBI and we were lucky enough by a piece of string to get away with things. Money will grant anyone’s wishes now-a-days.”

Jungkook does recall when he was a bit younger a bunch of police people interviewing him. He couldn’t speak because his father threatened him not to or he’ll lose everything he and his father has. The luxorious houses, the maids, the drivers, the cars, everything. To him as a little boy, those things meant a lot to him. He loved bragging and having anything in the world just given to him on a silver spoon and plate. Hell, he still does but not to that extent anymore. Not after actually knowing what his father really does.

“ Namjoon will help you discreetly. He’ll be toying with Crystal, who’s surely to blab her mouth off to him about the girl. She can never keep her mouth shut just like her damn parents.” 

Jungkook and Ayami laugh a little at that. It’s true. Crystal is blatantly honest and will talk you to death. 

“ I want her deep in love with you Jungkook. Do everything you can, but do not fall for her. Keep your head in the game while playing the game. She’s just as dangerous as her father. Remember that.”

And boy was he wrong. You are nothing like this Harley person at all. A highschool student with a passion for piano playing. You have zero knowledge of what the hell you got yourself into. Jungkook wasn’t supposed to fall for you. You were just the missing puzzle piece to this Harley mystery. It’s do or die for him. It’s either he completes his mission or he’s cut out the mafia for good. Won-Shik’s harsh mentality won’t let Jungkook get a decision between you or his lifestyle. The lifestyle is here first before you and quite frankly, he cannot afford to lose everything he’s got for you.

That doesn’t stop him though. He’s had enough of his father hounding him. He fell for you so fuck it, why not live a little? Jungkook’s first taste of pure love from a person other than his mother he misses so desperately, was from you. You don’t know it but the little acts of kindness and care really helps him. Usually it’s just fuck bitches, get money. With you it’s completely the opposite. He cares for you the same way he cares for his mother. That’s what’s going to fuck him up badly if you end up dead in this whole situation.

But once again, its do or die right?

Sungmin knows. He knows that you won’t ever leave Jungkook’s side. It kills him though that you, out of all people, are the target to a man like his father. So when he arrives to Club 86, the Jeon’s owned club, he takes a seat at the bar while running his hands through his hair.

Between you rejecting him, Eunji arriving at his home earlier today, and the haunting of this whole Min-lee death situation, it’s been hard for him to focus completely. The tired look on his face tells the bartender that he needs a drink that will lighten things up for the night. The music plays loudly, with bodies of strangers laughing and entangling each other. Sungmin sighs, rubbing his then caressing his hands through his hair. 

Finals are coming, and so is graduation to add things onto the plate. The bartender is familiar with Sungmin, so he knows to give him the usual. Peach Soju. “ You look stressed Minnie..” She says, sliding two shot glasses towards him. 

He gives her a chuckle before opening the bottle of Soju and pouring into each glass. The smell of it gives him a sort of relief that he would soon be drowning alcohol down to subdue his stress. “ The girl I want is inlove with a mafia boy who killed her friend..” He pauses to slide one of the glasses to her. 

She obliges with a smirk, and clinks the glass against his for a toast.The burning alcohol feels so good against Sungmin’s throat. The burn, bitter yet sweet taste swishes against his mouth and he makes sure to savor the moment before swallowing. It’s been a hard couple of months to say the least.

“ She doesn’t know who he really is, and what his father could do.” Sungmin taps his shot glass against the cold, granite countertop, signaling that it’s her turn to pour him. “ Well.. why don’t you try and show her then?” 

He lets out a small chuckle again, “ Oh baby, if only it was that easy. She’s so damn stubborn.”

The bartender just smiles again at Sungmin. She doesn’t say much more other than asking if he wanted another bottle of Soju. He declines, stating that one would be enough for this stressful hell of a night. Soon enough Sungmin is rambling on about how his second mother had just randomly popped back into his life and is friends with one of the mafia boy’s friends. It’s an emotional rollercoaster for him in which with each shot he takes, his face turns even more flushed than it is.

Before he knows it, it’s almost 2 am on a Thursday morning. Theres no way he’s going to attend classes today. Not with him being this drunk and the hangover to come when he finally does manage to sleep. By now the bartender knows his entire life story, but she doesn’t mind. She’s used to drunk customers. Instead she just closes his tab out and offers him some coffee to atleast sober himself up. 

Of course the slightly drunken boy refuses, statingt that he is in fact sober enough to walk home all while slurring his words a bit. The aching feeling in his bladder which is pressing on his pants is starting to become more prominant. He gives in and decides it’s time for a quick bathroom break. Sungmin winks at the bartender, unaware of his flirtatious ways, and slides off his chair. The feel of the music is a bit louder when he makes his way through the crowd. A bunch of adults and teens bumping and grinding against each-other and he can’t help but to wish it was with him and his one sided lover.

Sungmin notices in the crowd, two men dressed head to toe in black. They’re an eyesore, because the club is usually packed with colors since it’s made for university students anyways. They lean against the wall, lighting up a cigarette and inhaling the toxic smoke. They notice him, in fact, they haven’t kep their eyes off of him th entire night. He brushes it off noting that it just might be some crazy old people who haven’t found their peace from clubbing yet. 

The bathroom line isn’t long, he’s in and out within a couple of minutes after washing his hands. Upon his way back, a voice calls out behind him. It’s not familiar but he turns around anyways to see.  “ Excuse me..” 

The girl is pretty. She has long straight hair and bangs and that red-ish pink lipstick color suits her well. She seems a bit older, a sophmore in university or something along those lines. The dress she has on is sparkly, but it’s a bit much for his liking anyways. “ Did you by any chance.. come with someone?”

Yes he’s drunk, but sober enough to decline someone for the night.

“ I didn’t, and I’m going to leave after I pay my tab. Why?”

She’s saddened to hear his decline towards her. The girl thinks he’s a walking stud to say the least. “ Well do you have social media? I don’t have many male friends who like to clu-”

“ Sung.minie0711 on instagram.” It’s usual that he gets girls numbers and social media all the time. Sungmin knows he can be quite the ladies man, but tonight isn’t the night he wants that.

He leaves her right there before she can scramble to get her phone out of her purse. The notification vibration on his phone lets him know she had quickly followed him on social media. He doesn’t think much of it, considering he didn’t plan on following her back regardless. Taking a seat back into the stool, the bartender lady greets him again with an offer for a cup of coffee before he leaves. Sungmin gives in only because he remembered that his second mother is at his house and him showing up drunk isn’t a great idea or look for him.

The coffee is black, and piping hot just how he likes it. The bitterness rolls through his mouth perfectly. “ Can I pay the tab?”

“ It’s been paid for by your two friends?” The bartender says, clearly confused by his comment. Sungmin nearly spits out his coffee but forces the burning liquid down his throat.” I came alone.. where the people dressed in all black?”

Oh no.

“ Yes and they told me to give you this.” She pulls out a black sealed envelope from her apron and hands it to him. Sungmin takes note of the girl’s butterfly tattoo on the side of her wrist just incase what he thinks is happening, is happening.

A black envelope means either death, or someone is going to die. Sungmin knows that because it is one of the mafia tactics. Specficially, Bangtan and Won-Shik’s tactics. Being marked for death means you have 24 hours starting from the time you open it, to the time on the clock. Opening the envelope either seals the deal on his death, or refusing it means nothing either. Either way you’re let known you are a target and you better fucking run, or die trying.

With shaky hands, Sungmin’s index finger slides under the sealed part of the envelope. He doesn’t want to die, but he also wants to know desperately what type of clue or note is inside it. To his thoughts, Jeon Jungkook might have been the one to send it. The handwriting is too similar to Jungkook. He knows they hate each other, but to create war between his family and Kook’s mafia would be a childish move.

With luck, you aren’t the chosen one.

But how will you save you’re loved one?

She’s as pretty as she can be..

I wonder if she’ll play the piano for me.

The three sets of pictures fall directly out after reading the disgusting message. The way he shrieks and covers his mouth alarms the bartender lady.  Instinctively she takes the pictures from him to have a look, but screams herself as well after viewing the gruesome photos. There you were, appearing to be dead but tied up and tossed on a bed with a puddle of blood next to your face. There’s scratch marks on your legs and arms, it looks like you put up a fight.

“ Call 119!”

“ NO. Do not call anyone. Give me those.” Sungmin yells, standing up abruptly and snatching the evidence away from her. It feels as if all the air aroun him has simply stopped existing as he stuffs the pictures back inside the envelope.

Teary eyed and panting to try and catch his breath, he pleads one more time to the bartender not to call any law enforcement. That will only make the situation worse. Instead, he lies to her and tells her he’s going to walk down to the nearest police station and give them the photos. 

And she fucking believes him.

Jungkook on the other hand, hadn’t sent that envelope to Sungmin. He infact has no knowledge of your kidnapping from the Villa. Ayami, Casper, Yoongi, and him have all been downstairs at the kitchen island brainstorming and writing down the plot on how to take his father down. To all of their knowledge, you are knocked out cold from the drug that was given to you by Casper.

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook leans back in the chair to reach into his ripped jeans to grab his glock and slide it out. Yoongi glances at him, watching him set his on the table and then motion him for Yoongi to do the same. He obliges and does the same, but Yoongi is carrying his knife this time around.

“ What happened to the gun I gave you?” 

“ I use knives better than guns. A quick slit to the throat is way easier than aiming correctly.” Yoongi shrugs, twirling his pocket knife around on the table. 

Jungkook nods. Guns has always been his thing rather than knives. Something about feeling himself pull the trigger repeatedly and that beautiful ricohet of bullets flying through the air creating his favorite sound. Seeing his target scared of him and willing to do anything, but end up dead anyways for fucking around with him, always will be his favorite thing to witness.

Ayami scoffs, shaking her head at the two boys. “ How am I gonna protect myself if we fall through with this plan?” 

“ Don’t worry. I got you. I can’t let anything happen to the brain of the plan.” Jungkook gives her a small smile, in which she feels somewhat better than before. 

“ Speaking of plans, what are we officially going to do?” Yoongi says.

“ While she is here, Ayami will be the one at watch in this villa. She’ll be making sure yn stays alive and untounched for when I come back for her. My boys and I will be the ones sending a message to Won-Shik by endangering his little breeded girlfriend of his. We’ll pay a visit to her, rough her up a bit, and throw her outside of the mansion that holds the meetings. Then when she goes snitching to him, he’ll for sure try to come for me first. Of course, his little pawn assignment right? He’s threatened yn way too much for my liking so it’s time I threaten him back for using me all these years just to play this deadly fucking game. Me and my boys will already be inside the building raising hell, lets use any entrance to the mansion we can but spread out from each other. That way we can take down anyone and everyone who’s in our way until we get to him.”

“ You must really care about this girl enough to harm your father like this..Jungkook..” Ayami raises her eyebrows at him. 

“ I care for her a lot yes. But the point is my father thinks he can just take away things that matter to me the most when I’m not kissing up to his ass. He killed my mother, and now he wants to kill my girlfriend because he thinks she’s involved with Harley. I know she isn’t, and I only know that because I got to know her personally. It fucking kills me inside she doesn’t know why I really came into her life but now I can’t escape it because I love her. “

“ But will she learn to love a mafia man?” Yoongi’s unfazed by Jungkook’s sudden usage of the word love. To him, Jungkook’s in love every damn quarter of the year. 

“ She’ll manage.” Casper says. “ Yn is a smart girl. From the looks of it and the way we spoke to each other, she has no ill intentions towards anyone of you guys. She seems like the one to understand why things happen and how to improve it.”

“ And yet all you fools lied to her about yourselves. Let’s see how she takes that.” Yoongi scoffs again, leaning back into the chair to gaze up at the light fixtures.

Jungkook knows that he lied to her about his identity, but it was for the mission that he thought would go smoothe. Now that he knows the true intentions of Won-Shik, who was planning to kill her anyways for the sake of the Harley situation, he knows he can’t keep hiding his identity from her any longer. If things go as planned, he’ll have to come clean eventually.

“ We’ll she’s bangtan protected now. She’ll know what we do and who are.” 

That comment is enough for Yoongi and Casper to shoot their heads towards him. The look of horror is upon Yoongi’s face, as if Jungkook had said something so pure and evil to him. “ She’s fucking what? Have you lost your damn mind Jungkook? I get that you want to save her blah blah but you just gave her protection without telling us? We didn’t all agree to that part.”

“ She’s my girlfriend what do you fucking mean? Last time I checked you didn’t ask us before giving your brother Bangtan Protection right?” The young boy snaps back with pure venom laced in his voice.

Within 3 seconds Yoongi is up and grabbing Jungkook by his collar with his teeth pressed together, “ My brother is all i’ve fucking got. We weren’t spoon fed all our life like you fucking princey pooh. When are you going to realize not everything can revolve around your snap of a damn finger huh? Maybe if I fucking slit your n-”

“ Yoongi! Cut it out. We’re all just highly stressed right now. Let’s just re-group and put this plan into action.” Casper glares at the two boys in hopes of them getting their act together.

Yoongi harshly lets Jungkook go with a hard push to the chest causing Jungkook to let out a cough. He takes his seat back in his chair making sure to look away from them clearly pissed.

Until the air that’s thick in the room could only get fucking worse. Just before Ayami begins to speak, six loud knocks come from the door to the villa. Everyone tenses up, and the two boys draw their weapons immediately. Jungkook knows nobody is supposed to know they’re here, so he cocks his gun on the way to the door. Casper brings Ayami behind him where she holds onto the back of his shirt and Yoongi stands clear behind the corner to wear someone can turn into the kitchen if they make it past Jungkook.

Jungkook clenches his jaw once the knocks begin again and the adrenaline rush sets flow inside of him. Whoever it is, must want their brains to be blasted across the floor. With each step he takes, the knocks get quicker and louder. “ Jeon fucking Jungkook I swear to god if you’re in there your life is mine! Do you hear me?”

Jungkook closes his eyes with an annoyed sigh, placing the hand with the gun back down and unlocking the door.  “ And just how the hell did you fucking find me?” The door opens harshly revealing not just him, but more people behind him.

Sungmin, Crystal, Namjoon, and her. She takes a good look at what her son has become. Tall, tattooed, and with a glock in his right hand. The look of disappointment on her face is enough to set Jungkook to tears as he tries to hide his gun away from her. This isn’t what or who he expected to see and definately not like this at all. All the emotions go through him at once. He doesn’t know wha to feel. Sad. Angry. Happy. All but none of those can describe the feeling of seeing his mother in the flesh, who just witnessed him with a gun in his hand planning to kill. 

“ Jungkook-” She starts, but can’t even finish her sentence because she doesn’t know what to say. “ Why are you guys here? What do you want?” Jungkook doesn’t dare look his mother in the eyes, but only faces them toward the ground.

The unusual behavior is a shocker to the rest of them though. Jungkook is fearless, and doesn’t give two flying fucks but this is all new to them.

“ You. You fucking monster of a fucking mafia boy!” Sungmin roars, grabbing Jungkook by the neck making sure to force his way inside the door. Jungkook can’t react quick enough, so he uses his strength to try and pry Sungmin’s hands from him.

Crystal gasps, screaming at the boys to stop and Namjoon just simply walks past them and leads Eunji over to the kitchen where Casper stands. He smiles hard when he sees her, opening his arms to greet her. She’s more concerned about her two sons fighting rather than hugging him, but she does hug him back.

By now the two boys are on the ground with Sungmin ontop of Jungkook giving him the punches he deserves, while Jungkook begins to reach for his weapon to set off a few shots. “ You fucking kidnapped and killed her? If she’s dead then you better...” Another punch to the lip, causing Jungkook to spit out some blood.

“ You bettter fucking pray she isn’t dead Jungkook. You better be fucking with me. Are you fucking with me?” He yells at him, shaking him by the neck like a mad man. Jungkook’s had enough of his temper tantrum and flips them over with one swift move.

Sungmin doesn’t see it coming when Jungkook strikes him with his gun leaving a bruise on his cheek. “ I’ve had enough of your fucking stalkerish behavior you know that? First you stalk my girlfriend thinking she’ll be crazy in love with you right?” There’s no stopping Jungkook now when punch after punch is being thrown.

“ Then you come and find me to spew some bullshit at me all while bringing my god-damn mother along for the show huh?” Jungkook throws his head back laughing like crazy. He’s gone. Way past fucking gone. He’s no longer Jungkook, but instead has set himself into mafia mode.

“ Fuck you. You used her and now you got rid of her.” Sungmin spits back, hiking his knee up to kick Jungkook in his nether region. Jungkook winces, biting his lip, but that doesn’t stop him from standing up and sending one kick to the ribs.

“ She’s alive and upstairs, and doesn’t want you in her life. Beat it forever kid before I really fucking make it worth your while here.” Jungkook’s chest heaves up and down.

“ Jeon Jungkook! If you kill your brother I won’t be sorry for putting you in jail. I’m already disappointed enough, but to see you two fighting each other just like the monster your father is, sickens me to my core.” 

Just like that the room is silent. The truth came out, and it’s about time it did. Sungmin takes a minute to process the words, but Jungkook is mortified at her comment. He stumbles back from Sungmin with wide eyes, dropping his gun on the floor. 

“ I knew something was up when she called you Chung Hee.” Crystal frowns at Sungmin. “ What else did you lie about? Being poor? Running away? My family took you in, and you lied to us. Most importantly, me. Your sister.”

“ I am not Jungkook’s brother-”

“ You are my child. I gave birth to you, and I gave birth to Jungkook. I’m sorry I couldn’t treat you the way Jungkook was treated. He wouldn’t allow me. He’s not your father, which is why he wouldn’t let you grow up like wealthy like Jungkook. I tried my hardest to give you the same life as him, and I’m sorry I failed you as a mother. I’m sorry I failed both of you as a mother.” 

Eunji’s crying is soon joined by Jungkook who can’t control his emotions anymore. He brings his hands to his head and slides down the wall  with full on tears spewing from his eyes. “ You left me with Won-Shik. I needed you for the longest and you weren’t there! It was hard growing up without you. You don’t understand as a kid why your mother just disappeared with no trace. I blamed myself for your fucking disappearance. Why didn’t you take me with you? Because I was a burden? Was it a burden to have a kid with a mafia lord? Was it hard to sincerely love me or did you grow tired of taking care of me?” 

“ Jungkook I’m sure she had a reason.” Ayami says, patting his back in which he harshly pushes her away.  “ Bullshit! Look what I came out to be? A fucking mini version of him and now I have to fight for my girlfriend’s fucking life all because he wants to play games. I’m tired. I’m tired of being controlled by him. I’m tired of everything and everyone.” 

“ You’re tired? Tired? Jungkook I fucking ran away from the mafia and somehow the mafia fucking followed me. I go out here risking my god damn life over yn because you put her in danger the very second she set eyes on you. I knew from the moment we were kids that you’d somehow get roped into this mafia shit, but that doesn’t mean you just had to put someone we all love in danger like this for the benefit of your father.” Sungmin says. 

“ It’s not like I had a choice. You got to run away from everything to start a new happy life. I got to have abandonment issues from my mother, and manipulated and abused by my father. We are not the fucking same.” 

Yoongi shakes his head. He understands what the two boys are going through but this isn’t a trauma race. “ But you’re blood brothers. So now you have to stick by one another. It’s Bangtan code. We protect our own no matter what.” 

“ Jungkook and I will never act like brothers towards each other. I am willing to tolerate him though.” Sungmin holds a hand out to Jungkook who looks up at him with an evil death stare. “ You sure you wanna make a deal with the devil?”

“ Are you sure you wanna make a deal with the angel?” 

Jungkook smirks, taking his hand and shaking it hard. “ If you ever make any more advances towards my girlfriend you’ve been warned.” Sungmin snatches his hand away and rolls his eyes, “ She’s not yours officially. I still have a chance. Besides, I told her I’ll wait for her to come to me on her own.”

“ Keep fucking dreaming then.”

Casper rejoins the room, clearing his throat with worry. “ Sorry to interupt this moment. We do have an issue. Yn isn’t in the bed upstairs and I’ve checked the entire house during your guises moments.” 

“ Because she was taken by who I’m assuming, Won-Shik’s men.” Sungmin says. Jungkook’s heart drops. The thought of you being touched and tortured is enough to make him sick to his stomach. “ We need to go and we need to go now!” 

“ I’ll help.” Sungmin looks for approval for Jungkook but Jungkook shakes his head at him. “ We’re brothers but not that damn close for you to be helping me. Stay here with my mother.”

Everyone in the room is starting to pack their things up. Crystal gives Namjoon a long kiss. Yoongi and Casper are on the phone making a round of phonecalls for the connections to certain weapons in need for this raid. 

“ She’s my mother too, and I can help you. I have someone who also could help you too.” 

“ Harley.” 

Jungkook’s head turns towards Sungmin who nods towards Eunji. His eyes go wide when she flashes her weapons and tracking device that are conveniently placed strategically inside her grey vest under her winter coat.

“ I’m Harley.”

[some-kindofgnome]

for auld lang syne

“And then I woke up in the hospital alone, and I saw the doctor alone and took a taxi home alone. I went to physical therapy alone and saw my counsellor alone. Whatever you thought, Katsuki, whatever you believed made me spend six months staring at my phone and thinking I’d ruined everything.”

It’s time for your agency’s extravagant New Years’ Eve party. But after a little sabbatical, there are some things you’re not ready to come back to. 

characters: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

wc: 7.2k

warnings: smut (18+ please!) aged-up characters, pro hero!bakugou and pro hero!reader, mentions of injury, near-death experiences and gunshots, smoking, drinking, angst with a (filthy) happy ending, me being a whore for glamorous new years’ parties

notes: This fic has been dragging me across the coals since Christmas- I could not get it out of my head, despite how much work I knew it would be to get it out on time. Still, it feels supremely worth it. I have a metric ton of love to give to @hoe-doroki​ for beta-ing this mammoth on such short notice (I dumped it in her lap at 4am) because she really helped me whip it into shape. As always. 💖 

Happy New Year, everyone. 

(MASTERLIST) 

“Won’t be long now.”

Anxiety bleeds into the already-nervous voice of your driver, muffled by the plexiglass divider that separates you. You’ve been sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic for the past four red lights, barely inching toward the intersection with every green.

You’re well past fashionably late at this point. You’re sure that the commissioned driver’s fearing for his job at this point, knowing exactly how long ago you were supposed to have arrived at your own party.

But you couldn’t care less. The longer it takes you to get there, the better. The vodka you’d downed neat, standing over the bar cart in your polished apartment, sours in the pit of your stomach. And the fact that your outfit barely allows a spare breath isn’t exactly cooling your nerves, either.

You’re draped over the door, resting one elbow on its edge to cushion your jaw as you lay your forehead against the chilly glass. Outside, the crowded traffic casts a golden warmth over the bluish urban night, betraying the slow swirl of fluffy snowflakes that drift lazily into the street.

Tonight has all the makings for an ideal, albeit bitterly cold, New Year’s Eve. But if it were up to you, you’d be watching all the wonder unfold from the comfort of your own bed.

You’ve been away long enough, though, says your agent. It’s time, says your manager. You stay away from the spotlight for too long and we’re going to forget about you, says the Internet.

The glittering gold fabric your stylist presented you with would’ve swelled your heart on any other occasion. He knows your taste to the button. And after breaking into exhausted sobs at your first fitting together, you’d been able to tell him that the outfit was perfect.

At long last, the glossy windows of your agency loom outside. You push the backseat door open before your driver can even kill the engine, stepping out as gracefully as you can muster and pulling the folds of your designer coat demurely closed around your glamorous party clothes. You’re greeted by swaths of flashbulbs and determined shouts of your hero name, and suddenly the practiced gracious smile that you’ve always saved for the cameras is stretching your lips one more time.

You used to love something about this. But you’ve almost never had to face it alone.

Inside, the party’s taken off without you. Your coat’s taken before you can even see who’s hands are slipping it deftly off your shoulders, but by the time you’re ushered into the elevator and sent all the way to the top floor, you’re already sweating with the anticipation of all that’s waiting for you.

The doors open to a rush of guests, each noticing you simultaneously and pushing in to greet you.

Arriving late does absolutely nothing to dissolve the grandness of your entrance. Your attention is immediately pulled in a handful of different directions as celebrities and dignitaries and politicians shake your hands and congratulate you. People you’ve never met are telling you how good it is to see you on your feet again and, despite the overwhelming distractions, you can’t stop searching the crowd.

You don’t want to let yourself search for somebody in particular, but you spot him long before your shame catches up with you.

It’s not a glimpse of his mussed hair you catch, bobbing through the crowd. Nor is it a slip of the edge of his suit, the most devastating shade of midnight blue you could have possibly imagined.

Your eyes, like magnets, are drawn right to his crimson gaze. Lightning shoots through your chest, and you look away so fast you nearly pull a muscle in your neck. You cast your gaze immediately to the red-faced MP in front of you and let yourself stare. Still, from the corner of your eye, you can see the way he lingers, still facing you.

You haven’t seen Katsuki in months. Luckily, your ability to multitask has not faded, and you make easy small talk with the mayor and his wife while you sense him, in all his midnight splendor, disappearing into the crowd again.

A close call. Too close, in fact, not to warrant a drink. You excuse yourself kindly from the mayor’s attention, cutting through the glamorous partygoers until you reach the bar at the center of the room. It’s crowded, but you grab the bartender’s attention quick enough and order the first of many glasses of Dom Perignon.

The agency knows how to spend, for a special occasion.

It’s while you’re trapped at the bar, waiting for that imperative first drink, that he corners you. You spot him an instant too late, sidling between two dancing couples and crossing the short distance between you. There’s no way to skirt subtly away from him now. Instead, you lean more fervently across the bar and immerse yourself in an intense examination of the liquor, shelved decoratively behind the working bartenders.

He hesitates—possibly for the first time ever—but you’re determined not to watch as he searches for the right way to bridge the silence. You spot the way he stuffs his hands into his pockets, and when he finally speaks it’s low and sharp and bitter.

“That’s a nice dress.”

He has to lean too close to make his voice heard, speaking low and gruff to you in a way he never used to. You’re too anxious to care whether he sees the way you close your eyes to dull the fervent ache that flares in your chest.

He’s not allowed to say things like that to you. Not now.

“Listen.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, pushing ahead.

In the throes of closeness, it’s easy to pick up the tremor in his voice. That kind of shake used to scare you. It’s the way he’s always spoken to you when he’s keeping his temper at bay in public.

He’s opening his mouth to say something else, something deeper and far more expository perhaps, but your champagne arrives with no moment to spare. You pluck it eagerly from the bartender’s fingers with an exceedingly gracious smile and turn quickly in the direction you swear Katsuki’s not blocking.

“Watch it.” He grabs your wrist to keep you from sloshing half your fresh champagne down your front. His touch sears hotter than you’d dreaded, and you can’t stop yourself from flinching at the rough brush of his calloused fingers over your tender inner wrist.

Fuck.

“Don’t run off,” he insists, squeezing your wrist just a little tighter. Your entire body is drawn tight like a bow, but you’re not actively searching for an escape route at this point. Sensing this, he slowly unwraps his fingers, dropping your hand and letting you down half your drink in a couple of parched gulps.

“You look…” you start to say, letting your eyes wander his immaculate form one more time. Whoever cut that suit for him knew his shape well. It fits perfectly. Contrasts his golden hair like the night behind a harvest moon.

Absence has not culled your feelings for him. Especially not when he comes back to you like this.

You take another long, slow sip, ignoring the way Katsuki’s brows shoot toward his hairline when you nearly empty the glass. His gaze darts to the narrow flute in your hand, the prints of peachy lipstick that mar it.

With your heart beating a touch slower, you try again.

“You look good.”  

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“I can’t—” he starts, shaking his head as his eyes swim the crowd. “I’m not doing this.”

“What?” Your stomach drops. When he looks at you again it’s dead straight, burgundy and blazing in that way that used to make you molten.

Now it makes you want to cut and run.

“I’m not gonna fuckin’ play nice, like this,” he pushes. He takes a step toward you, letting your name—your real name—fall from his lips as tender and soft as a prayer. “Explain to me why my agent had to tell me you were gonna be here tonight.”

“Katsuki,” you plead quietly, backing away from him a touch. “I don’t want to—I can’t. Here. Please.”

For a million other people he might press on. He might get angry and demand an answer, threaten anything it takes to solve the puzzles in his brain. For you, his strong jaw ticks and he shoves clenched fists back into his ironed pockets.

“Let’s just,” you begin, “make it through to midnight, okay?”

“Fine,” he bites, but he doesn’t like folding to you. He gets you back by clearing his throat and extending you a palm, drawing the attention of the people around you. They turn, charmed by the agency’s finest reappearing as the duo they’ve always adored.

There’s a glint of something in his eyes as he gives his chin a little jut toward the dance floor.

“Dance with me, then.”

You’ve been to hundreds of opulent agency spectacles together. Charity benefits, galas, holiday parties and the like have always been studded by your presence. But no matter how many times you’ve entered the party together, you never managed to get him onto the dance floor. Despite your whining and pleading and fussing, he’s never ever let you drag him out there.

So this feels like a particularly low blow. But the orchestra’s struck up a dreamy rendition of The Way You Look Tonight and there are too many people watching for you to turn him down.

Instead, you down the rest of your champagne, set it on the bar behind you, and slip your hand defiantly into his.

“Fine.”

His fingers close gently around your palm and he gives it a lingering squeeze that turns your blood to venom.

You’re already racing through a complex plan to survive this attention as he walks you onto the dance floor. Some of the other couples pause in their swaying to send a smattering of applause over the crowd. You can feel the winning smile tugging at your mouth, forcing you to swallow the panicked ache in your chest.  

Katsuki pauses at the center of the dance floor and pulls you slowly closer. The low dip of your gown places his warm hand on bare skin when he settles it in the small of your back, and you’re sure he doesn’t miss the sharp little suck of breath that you’re not prepared to hide.

He does not try to speak, so you’re silent as you settle a shaky hand on the shoulder of his perfect suit. He’s as perfect a dancer as you’ve always known he’d be, and he leads you into a smooth little sway that’s easy enough to navigate in your precarious gold heels but sweeps you into the music like a scene from years gone by.

“Hey,” he grunts a few bars in, ducking a little closer as his fingers press into the bare skin of your spine. He pulls you against him, forcing your tense body against his. The gentle dip of his hairstyle brushes your temple as he leans forward to murmur in your ear. “You’re holding your breath.”

You deflate against him, letting your eyes fall shut. When you take your next careful inhale, your head is filled by the heady, smoky scent of him. Your heart pounds so forcefully it’s practically blinding you. But above all else you hate yourself for still feeling all of this, after so many months of promising to force it away.

Katsuki knows you well enough not to try and trap you in conversation in public. But he doesn’t pull back any further, continuing to hold you flush against him, letting your soft cheek brush his with every couple of steps.

Despite your best efforts, you’re drowning in him: the strength of his touch, the fluidity in his movements. His thumb strokes the base of your spine with an easy rhythm that you’re trying hard not to notice. It’s becoming too much. He’s holding you closer than a colleague should, tucking his nose too attentively against the side of your head for a courtesy dance. You’re overthinking too many of the signs. You’re letting yourself believe what should have been thoroughly dashed to pieces so many months ago.

It’s when tears well behind your glittery eyelids that you put a stop to it.

“Katsuki, I—” You can’t finish, pushing yourself sharply away from his chest. Whatever expression of dreamlike peace that had touched his eyes fades quickly as he sees the telltale wet sparkle in yours, and he reaches for you an instant too late.

He calls your name softly, fingertips brushing the edge of your upper arm. But your tears are spilling over and you’re backing away and you cannot be here anymore, not when people are starting to see.

“I can’t do this,” you plead. “I can’t pre—I’m sorry.”

With a final shake of your head, you turn and hurry clumsily from the dance floor, pulling up the beaded skirt of your heavy gown and sweeping, as quickly as possible, to the glass doors shut tightly against the imposing snow on the terrace.

It’s bitterly cold, nearly fifty storeys up, and the wind whips mercilessly past your bare arms with biting chill. You can’t stay out here long, but it still feels better than the alternative.

With shaking fingers, you dip into the tiny bag you’ve been wearing over one shoulder. You’ve stashed exactly one emergency cigarette in its silky depths. You haven’t smoked in weeks, but something told you that tonight would beg one.

You have to back away from the railing to even light it in the wind, but you’re barely two puffs in before the door behind you opens carefully.

It’s the last person in the world you hoped for. And the only one you can imagine finding you out here. He’s got a glass of something neat in each hand—amber in one, clear in the other. He spies the cigarette in your fingers and his soft, concerned expression melts into a scowl.

“You’re still smoking?”

You take a defiant drag, blowing the smoke in his direction. The wind catches it, carrying it in a sharp curve back over your head. Katsuki licks his lower lip, but you can tell by the way his nose twitches that he’s trying not to chuckle.

You nod toward the whiskey in his right hand. “How many of those have you had tonight?”

“Not enough,” he quips. He nods toward the cigarette. “Put it out.”

“You don’t get to order me around anymore.”

“I said put it out.”

Your livid soul wants to defy him. You’re craving the conflict that inevitably comes when you both dig in your heels. But you’ve got no energy left to fight, so you flick the smoke dejectedly onto the wet pavement and crush it under one delicate pump.

“Better?” The attitude cuts cruelly through your voice. Katsuki just pushes the other glass into your hand and you know that it’s gin before you even have to smell it. You roll your eyes.

“The healthier alternative,” you snarl, but he’s finished with your games.

“Come inside,” he prompts. “You’re gonna lose your nose out here.”

“I’m not sure that’s your problem any longer.”

“What the hell’s wrong with you? Why are you talking like that?”

“Like what? Katsuki, I wanna hear you say it.”

He’s throwing back an irritated slug of his drink, but he bristles, gesturing wildly with the cup.

“Like we’re not gonna be partners anymore.”

His voice is punctuated by a horrible, involuntary sob that breaks from your lips. He’s always been able to read you so well, picking up on things that you’re not even ready to acknowledge. But he’s right. That is how you’ve been speaking, because you can’t even imagine standing next to him in a photo right now, let alone letting him take your life into his hands.  

Katsuki moves forward, shocked by your tears, but you hold your empty palm out straight and, like he would only for you, he relents.

“Because I don’t think we can be anymore.”

“Shut up. Look at you. You’re fine. You look…” his eyes cast briefly over your form, “fine.”

You clap a hand protectively to your abdomen, remembering the painful tug and knowing that he’s missing the point.

“That’s not why,” you snap through your tears. “That’s not even…close to why. Katsuki, don’t be dense.” Your voice is breaking because you’re about to say it, the thing you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel as you were zipped into your gown earlier tonight. And if you’re going to say it, there’s no point in doing it with gusto.

Might as well go out like the whimpering fool you are.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whine, “because somehow, despite my best efforts, Katsuki, I fell fucking in love with you, so hard, and you knew I did, and so you…you don’t. You don’t, and I’ve ruined everything, and that’s fine, but I—”

He pulls your name from the very depths of his chest. If you were expecting fire and brimstone, you’re met with an even more harrowing sight—soft, somber, remorseful Katsuki, looking at you like he’d stop the world on its axis if it would make things better.

The memories are too easy to reconjure, and the sunshine of that sticky summer afternoon that changed everything lights up behind his gaze.

There was a crime syndicate you’d been uprooting for months. An underground hideout tucked well away from the prying eyes of hero society. A stray spray of bullets—bullets, of all things, finding the gaps in your shattered armour and nearly taking you from him.

You’d been sure. Both of you. There were too many shots. There was too much blood. The hideout was too well-hidden for anybody to find you in time. Your vision was bleeding out around the edges, and you saw Katsuki cry real tears for the first time.

In a slurred heap of breathless prose, you’d unloaded everything. The most important secret you’d ever kept from him came spilling from your blood-tinged lips.

You were glad to go, if it meant you never had to lose him. Glad to be the one to selfishly leave him behind. You were going to be okay if you never had to face a world without him in it. Because—and you’d choked this on a fresh wave of blood and ungraceful spittle—you’d loved him as long as you’d ever known him.

Six days later, you woke up alone in the ICU. And that was the last you’d seen or heard or known of the man who’d once promised to have your back, always.

Katsuki silently finishes his drink. His cheeks and nose have flushed deeply from the ruthless chill, and he turns to give the city one last glance before moving toward the door.

“Come inside,” he gruffs. Deep shivers have broken out along the column of your spine, but you wrap your frigid arms around yourself in protest.

“I’m not going back in there.” Not like this.

“Idiot,” he snaps softly. “Look at you. You’re gonna die for real if you stay out here.” He tightens his jaw and slams the empty glass down on the windowsill. Then he looks at you with all the lights of the night blazing in his crimson stare.

“Let me take you somewhere quiet. No one’s gonna see.” His chest rises and falls with a deep breath and he reaches carefully for your arm. “I promise.”

Even with a breaking heart, you’re a fucking sucker for him. Your voice is teary and pathetic but pinched by cold.

“Fine.”

He slips an arm around your shoulders—making your chest lurch—and you duck back inside. Immediately he takes you to the wall, putting himself between you and the rest of the party. With the breadth of his chest he shields you from prying eyes that grow drunker by the minute.

You skirt the edge of the party, making it to the stairwell door on the opposite wall. Somebody by the bar looks up just in time to see Bakugou tugging fiercely down on the handle, but you slip onto the fluorescent-lit landing and the silver door falls shut behind you without consequence.

You’re turning around to grab for the door that isn’t closing fast enough as he slips through it, colliding gently with his chest. Bakugou grabs your wrists to stop you, and for an instant you’re nose-to-nose, smelling him and the whiskey on his breath and the faint odour of paint that never quite faded from the concrete walls.

If not for the tears leaving streaks in your makeup, you might let yourself believe he’s lingering in front of you on purpose.

You pull from his grip and turn back toward the stairs before either of you have the chance to imagine more.

Your office is at the end of the hall on the next floor down. It’s a corner office studded with windows, far too lovely for someone who spends as much time in the field as you do. But you’d worked hard to make it a personable space, with plants and artwork and a couple of very comfortable guest chairs in emerald velvet.

Katsuki rolls his eyes every time he has to wave off the odour of your favourite scented candle, but you’ve caught him admiring what you’ve done with his office, too.

Now, the space is too tidy for either of your tastes, a little dusty from so many months of neglect. You’ve been out of commission for six months, and nursing a heartbreak far too immense to allow any casual visits to the agency.

He closes the door behind the both of you. Locks it, just in case. You’re already pacing across the rug and perching on the edge of the desk, gratefully taking some of the weight off your aching feet.

He keeps his back to you for a long moment, fingers lingering on the brass doorknob. His shoulders bob with a deep, harrowing sigh.

“You were dying.”

He turns around, and in the quiet dark of your office his eyes are lit up with a deeper fear than you’ve ever seen in him. He comes toward you and sits in one of your squishy little chairs, steepling his fingers and settling his elbows on his knees.

“You don’t–” he shakes his head and lowers it, pressing the heels of his hands to his forehead. “You don’t understand. You weren’t making any sense.”

“I was,” you bite back, gripping at the edge of your desk. “I meant everything I said to you, Katsuki; I remember every word.”

He flinches. He looks so sorry it’s starting to genuinely scare you.

“And then I woke up in the hospital alone, and I saw the doctor alone and took a taxi home alone. I went to physical therapy alone and saw my counsellor alone. Whatever you thought, Katsuki, whatever you believed made me spend six months staring at my phone and thinking I’d ruined everything—”

“That’s not it,” he demands, straightening. “You didn’t. I did.” He slapped a hand against his chest, the dull thud reverberating through your own heart.

“You said those things and I didn’t believe you. They couldn’t have been true. Not when I’d spent so much fucking time wishing they could be. I couldn’t tell myself you felt that way about me. I couldn’t hope. Not when I’d come so fucking close to losing you so easily, I—”

His voice breaks and he looks away, and you might be crazy but his chin gives a telltale little shake like he’s holding back tears.

“So you thought it would be easier to what? Fucking ghost me like a bad Tinder date?”

That hurts more than it should. You’ve seen Bakugou at his very worst, bleeding and soot-streaked and showing you feelings he never means to. For a very brief period in your lives, you believed yourself to be special.

“Don’t play the innocent,” he snarls. “You never talked to me, either. I had to find out from my fucking manager that you were outta the hospital.”

“So you never thought to drop by? Bring some fucking… flowers?” You can feel the venom filling your mouth and you’re not altogether certain you’re strong enough to swallow it this time.

“And tell you what? That I was in love with you and, maybe I heard you wrong, but you said something while you were dying in my fuckin’ arms and I was hoping for some goddamned clarification?”

“Yes!” You sob, the word ripping itself from your chest and landing wet and heavy on the floor between you. “That! Anything would have been better than radio fucking silence. Katsuki, I was sure you hated me.”

“Well I fucking love you, okay?” He rises from his chair, taking one step forward. It lands him almost right between your thighs and you hate how close he is, but you have no power to pull away. He cups your jaw in strong, gentle fingers, forcing your eyes to his.

“I fucked up,” he presses. He leans down and presses his forehead to yours and this time his proximity is on purpose. You drink it down in eager gulps.

“I missed you,” he murmurs. Despite your tears and the ache in your heart, you give a wet little laugh and nuzzle your nose against his.

“I missed you, too.”

He takes your hands and pulls them both to his chest. And for a long moment you just sit there, curled over one another in the dark and growing accustomed to the idea of being okay again.

“Did you just…” you start after a long moment of silence. His eyelashes flutter against your cheek as he tucks his cheek against yours, but the grin that pulls your mouth is enough for him to stand back and look at you.

“Did you just admit to making a mistake?”

You’re laughing at your own joke before Katsuki can even roll his eyes. But he’s scowling good-naturedly and tugging himself against you by the hips.

“C’mere, you brat.”

He’s leaning in to close the distance between you when muffled chanting from upstairs makes you pause. You tilt an ear toward the window and light up, easily recognizing the five, four, three, two, one as the magnitude builds.

Bright flashes of gold and red light up the sky outside your window in a brilliant display. And all at once the lingering ache drains from your chest and you shoot Katsuki a fond little smile.

“I guess it’s midnight.”

“We missed the fireworks,” he notes, nodding toward the window as he edges back toward you.

“Not really,” you confess, and the first real big smile breaks through the pain when he steps up between your knees again, nice and tight and deliberate.

He cups your jaw in one hand again, settling the other palm on your knee, where it peeks through the golden slip of your dress.

“Happy New Year,” you whisper, eyes falling shut. You hear the way he smiles, that bare little chuckle that used to make your heart light up like stars.

He leans in and kisses you without another word. It’s soft but firm and so loving, so much better than any brush of the hand or lingering glance. Better, even, than the way he danced you into a stupor upstairs. This is yours and nobody else’s.

And you’re not letting him go anytime soon.

You let the kiss deepen as naturally as you can, dropping your jaw and letting the bare press of his tongue roll against your teeth. You reach up and grab his jacket by its lapels, hitching him even closer as the fireworks die out behind you.

He’s not backing down, either. Katsuki draws his hands from your body to unbutton his jacket, shrugging it away easily without breaking the kiss. He’s pressing his mouth to yours in long, lingering spells, tasting you eagerly while his hands have to stay busy. But as soon as he can he’s touching you again, teasing his fingers under the slit of your dress and brushing them over your bare thighs.

“Katsuki…” you whine into his mouth, turning your head to gasp and fill your empty lungs. He finds the next bare patch of skin, kissing down the side of your jaw. He finds your earring where it lays against your tender neck, sucking the crystal into his mouth and giving it a gentle tug.

“Fuck,” you gasp, and he grins into your skin.

“Don’t tell me you’ve had enough already.”

“Not a chance,” you growl. There are millions of questions flooding your subconscious. But years of tension and desire spiral more fiercely between you. It’s energy that demands release. And you don’t want to wait another second.

“God,” he groans hard, collapsing gently into you. As he presses forward against you, the twitching swell of his erection pushes into your bare thigh. You slide your palms down the meat of his chest and find his mouth again, kissing him with searing intent.

“Look at you,” he rasps into your mouth, gripping hard at the weighty skirt of your beaded gown. “You’re a goddamned vision in this, you know that?”

You pull back to look at him, raw sexual energy briefly dispersed by his tender confession. For a long moment you sit there, panting at each other, remembering how much this is about to mean.

Fuck it. If he’s in, so are you.

“Help me get it off.”

You slide to your feet, pushing him back a couple of steps to accommodate you. As soon as you turn around he’s sliding a palm up your side, thumbing at the fabric to find its zipper.

“God damn,” he growls, leaning in to kiss a path down the column of your spine. He drops to one knee as he works the zipper down the back of the dress—sitting low, thanks to its open back—letting his mouth trail all the way to the waistband of your underwear. All the while, you brace a palm on the edge of your desk, trying your best not to implode.

This is more attention than you ever could have prayed for.

He peels the thin straps down your arms and shoves the whole mess to your feet. You’re bending down to unbuckle the straps on your heels, but he stops you with a hand on the back of your thigh.

“Leave ‘em on.”

His voice sends a sharp pang of arousal through your entire body. When he stands, trailing his fingers all the way up the back of your naked thigh and over the swell of your ass, the arousal disperses into a dull ache that settles in the pit of your stomach and throbs incessantly.

He digs his fingers into the flesh of your hip and turns you to face him. Your nipples are already peaking in the chill of your office, and he sucks a deep breath through his teeth as he slides his palms up your tummy.

There’s puckered scar tissue and new ridges on your abdomen, but there’s no pain when he traces brushes over them.

He pauses, looking down with dull shock tugging his brow. You’re holding your breath again, watching him circle the roughest part of your new scars with one tender thumb.

“It’s okay,” you plead, cupping his cheeks and forcing his eyes back to yours. There’s pain littering his gaze that you’re determined to dissolve, and you lean in to kiss him until he’s groaning into your mouth and drawing his hands toward your chest.

“God,” you breathe, goosebumps betraying you as they race beneath his fingers. Katsuki watches your face as he dips his head, pushing your breasts together and laying kisses between them.

“Please,” you whimper, reaching forward and settling a hand over the front of his pants. You palm the shape of his cock through the pressed wool and he flinches, biting gently into your tender flesh.

“Katsuki,” you pant, squeezing and rubbing the hard swell in a gentle, heady rhythm as you set your ass on the edge of your desk again. “I need you.”

“Jesus,” he curses, dropping his hands and reaching desperately for his tie. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me before I even get my cock out, sweetness.”

It’s the dirtiest thing he’s ever said to you. And it shows. You’re a shivering, lustblown mess already, but the petname that falls from his lips is enough to make you whimper.

He shrugs out of his shirt and pushes you further onto the desk, dropping to his knees in front of you and pushing your thighs apart with strong fingers.

“Always kinda wanted to do this in here,” he confesses with that cocky smirk that’s always made a hummingbird out of your heart.

But Katsuki doesn’t give you too much time to swoon over his pretty words, kissing a path up the inside of one plush thigh and nipping at your sensitive flesh. He helps you brace your heels against the rug and lift your hips, peeling your underwear off and rucking it down your knees. There’s something very naughty about the way it feels to settle your bare ass on your polished desk.

But there’s something even naughtier about the way it feels to have Katsuki on his knees in front of you.

He pushes your thighs apart again, harsher this time, and settles your knees over his shoulders. You’d like to ride the wave of self-consciousness that threatens to crest when his breath ghosts over the folds of your heated sex.

He pushes higher for a moment, taking your sides in his hands and drawing lovely little kisses down the rough length of your scar. You push self-consciously at his head, making him pull pack and settle a hand over the flesh instead. He tilts his chin up, shooting you a look so filled with guilt and sorrow it nearly shatters the moment.

He wasn’t there for the pain. And as he kisses back down to your hips and thighs, you let yourself hope that this will be enough to make up for it on both sides.

But then he leans in and licks a long stripe up your cunt and the groan that echoes from his chest makes it hard to do anything but cum on the spot.

“Fuck,” you sigh wantonly, letting your head fall back as you brace your palms on the wood behind you. Your fingertips dig into the surface and he settles into an easy rhythm, slipping his arms under your thighs and tugging you tight to his face.

He’s not shy with his voice, either, grunting and sighing into your pussy with every stroke of his tongue. The noises double your pleasure almost immediately, coupled with the obscene slurps that vibrate all the way up your spine.

It doesn’t take long at all for him to find that tender little spot, the perfect direction from which to swirl his tongue against your clit. It’s obvious in the way your legs go tight around the sides of his head, the way you shiver and cry and clap a hand to the back of his head.

He grunts hard into your body when your fingers rake through his hair, harder still when your tense thighs press the narrow points of your heels into the flesh of his back.

“Katsu,” you whimper, already fucked out and tender like you’ve never been for him, “I’m gonna cum. Fucking shit, I-I’m gonna…”

He takes your warning like a hit, leaning more fiercely into you, keeping his rhythm with intense precision. Later, you’ll try not to think about why he’s so good at this. But right now, all you can think about is the way your pleasure rears up and crashes over you, sending loud gasps and breathy mewls of ecstasy from your chest as you squeeze his head and pull his hair and roll your hips shakily into his persistent mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he snarls, sitting back on his haunches and swiping a palm over his flushed lips. He looks up at you, rubbing your thigh with one free hand as you come down panting from your ecstatic high. Between his legs, his cock juts obscenely down one thigh of his suit pants, and he palms himself shamelessly as he gets to his feet, taking in every inch of your pleasure-soaked self.

“You’re gonna make me cream my fuckin’ pants someday,” he chides, fumbling with his belt and impatiently shucking his pants. His undershorts follow closely, and you’re barely on your feet again before he takes you by the shoulders and turns your back to him.

“C’mere.” He slides a hand under one of your thighs, hitching it gently onto the edge of your desk and coming up tightly behind you. The brush of his knuckle against your ass proves that he’s stroking himself, and the tip of his stiff cock leaves a little print of wet precum on the back of your leg.

“Please,” you moan, still hazy and shaken from your first orgasm. Still endlessly needy, though, when Katsuki’s involved. “God, baby, just fuck me already.”

“Fuckin’ hell, you can’t say shit like that,” he groans, twitching behind you. “It’s like you don’t know how fuckin’ sexy you are.”

He braces a hand on your bare hip and then you feel it, the tip of his drooling cock pressing up between your slippery folds. It’s enough to make you whine and arch your back, wiggling your hips impatiently against his.

It’s enough to make Katsuki lose it.

“Shit,” he growls, gripping the fat of your hip and pushing forward, sliding home with one smooth thrust. He bottoms out inside you right away, buried perfectly in your belly and making you feel every inch.

“Baby—” you start to breathe, but he doesn’t waste time. Katsuki reaches around and lays his palm flat on your sternum, pulling you back against him. He keeps his other hand braced on your hip for leverage, dropping his mouth to the crook of your shoulder while he starts to thrust.

All you can do is keep your knee planted on the edge of your desk and try not to scream as he fucks you in steady, long thrusts, lapping and sucking all along the side of your neck while his hand roams over your chest and thumbs your nipple. Whatever hairstyle you’d left the house with has come long undone by now and you’re sure that if your makeup wasn’t smudged before, it’s certainly not going to survive the drool and sweat and heat that he’s forcing through you with every push of his hips.

The slap of his body against yours fills the space, punctuated only by your harsh pants and quiet whines of pleasure. Katsuki’s fingers dig harshly into your hip, gripping you tighter each time he anchors himself back into your fluttering cunt. Your walls are clamping ruthlessly around him, but he doesn’t miss a beat, slipping that free palm away from your nipples and down your belly to strum rhythmically at the swell of your stiff clit.

“I love you,” he grunts breathlessly behind you, and the raw truth behind it brings a rush of warmth to your chest you can’t ignore. You turn your head sharply towards him, pushing your forehead to his and feeling every beat as his breathing becomes laboured.

His body’s growing tight behind yours, his thrusts losing some of their impeccable rhythm as his brow knits against yours. He’s concentrating hard—holding back, you realize—and you reach down to cover his hand that braces your hip, giving it a relenting squeeze.

“Baby,” you plead. “Let go for me, baby, I can feel it.”

“God,” he mutters. “No—fuck, gonna make you—with me, sweetness.” Your body is clenching in preparation for your own climax already, and the fact that he can even pick up on it shouldn’t surprise you.

“I’m there,” you promise. “I’m there, Katsuki, fuck, just cum for me. Please.”

His arms tighten around you, seizing you hard against his heaving chest. You lean forward and seal your mouth against his, kissing him as he loses control and cums with a shout that echoes at the back of your throat.

He grabs your ass in one hand and fucks madly into you, spurting warm handfuls of cum into your belly and biting down hard on your lower lip. The erratic twitch of his fingers on your still-aching clit and the warm release inside you is enough to bring you to another tight, simpering little peak—not as powerful as the first one, but just as significant.

He stays behind you for a long moment, pinning you to the desk while he goes soft inside you. Finally he peppers kisses down the back of one shoulder and steps away from you, already smoothing his hair and taking in the image of you, in nothing but your heels, dripping with his cum.

The first of many, you let yourself hope, as you turn to carefully face him.

“I guess we missed the countdown,” you quip, reaching for your discarded panties. Navigating the strappy thing seems a great deal more complicated now that it’s not Katsuki tearing them off you.

He smirks at you in a way that does not make it easier to concentrate on the task at hand. Especially since he’s watching you struggle, easily buttoning himself into his now-creased shirt.

“I didn’t miss a thing.”  

He’s already half-clothed by the time you get your underwear on again, stooping to collect your delicate dress from the floor and thumbing the sequins that pepper its surface. His smirk has dissolved into another pensive look as he examines the cloth.

“If I’d known,” he tells you, pressing the scratchy fabric into your hands, “I never would’ve—”

You lean up and push your mouth to his, soft and loving and just enough to silence him.

“I know.”

Once Katsuki’s got the rest of his clothes on, he helps you carefully into your dress and gets behind you one more time to help you zip it. He can’t stop kissing you even for a minute, peppering his lips over your back, neck, arms. He turns you around and takes your hands, kissing the backs of each palm with devotion that, if you stop and think about it, you’ve seen in his eyes a thousand times before.

“You’ll make it up to me,” you promise good naturedly, letting him slide his arms around your waist. He looks at you again, diligent and honest.

“I will.”

“Good.”

You slide your hands up his sleeves of heart-stealing midnight blue, smiling so big it ought to hurt. You tilt your head toward the door, giving your chin a little jerk as you squeeze his biceps through the pressed wool.

“For a start,” you say, daring to lean a little closer while he’s still feeling tender, “how about another dance?”

[watermelonsugawara]

Pretty Boy

a/n: exactly one (1) person asked for a scenario of richboy!oikawa but my brain is kinda smooth tn so heres a headcanon that i wrote in 10 mins instead

character: richboy!oikawa x fem reader

warnings: mention of sex bc i cant hold back w tooru, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, mention of toys

this bitch gets the most beautiful custom shit

anything from cufflinks to the full suit, he’ll customize bc a mf wants to be one-of-a-kind

never gets plain black suits; always wants bright colors

the lining of his suit jackets are always the most expensive silk, always with intricate patterns

I FORGOT WHO I REBLOGGED IT FROM but they put together a lil outfit for rich!oikawa and included loafers like. gucci loafers or smth

chefs kiss thats hot as fuck

rings rings rings rings rings rings riNGS RINGS

i think cartier rings r hot so.... ya he has one lmao

gets u a matching one!!! DUH

def the type of mf to buy expensive ass art for his mansion .... just bc he can

LIKE SURE IT PROB LOOKS SICK TOO BUT LIKE FKKEJDJDND its just to flex on these hoes

“Oh that’s a Basquiat? Didn’t even notice.”

me flexing my crumb of art knowledge ANYWAYS

prob has a play room like 50 shades lmao

has a wide variety of toys to try with you

only the finest silk bedsheets for his babygirl

oh to be fucked stupid by richboy!oikawa

finds any reason to be extra as fuck for u lmao

custom diamond encrusted collar for his girl? w his name on it? yea duh

wanna fly out to a private island? he’s already on it

loves buying you lingerie

thinks you look FINE AS FUCKKK in lingerie and a pair of louboutins

has his own pair of red bottoms bc why the fuck not

actually loves buying fancy ass clothes for u in general

loves when u put on a lil fashion show for him, which outfits you look the most fuckable in

“They don’t have the Birkin bag you want? Daddy will take care of it baby, don’t worry.”

[polygamyff]

38. Part 6

I feel like people are looking at me like some poor man on the streets, like I know I have changed because of my illness but do I really look like some poor man from the streets. I got a new charger for my phone and the Apple store assistants even gave me looks, so now I am back in another Uber to go and eat. I need to eat because I am feeling like shit right now and I left my tablets back at the home, I am just annoyed with her. Seeing the Uber pull up, making my way to the car “Maurice?” the guy said “yeah that is me” dragging open the door, sitting inside the car “Maurice Davenport” looking up, and the guy is staring at me in the rear-view mirror “that is me” he then turned in his front seat “you are the Maurice Davenport? Wait a minute, it is you. Your face, yes I see it. What happened? You been thrown out?” this guy is getting a one star from me already “thrown out where exactly?” I questioned “I seen you opened a hotel in Dubai, what happened to you? Like what?” this guy is annoying “you don’t know me, I don’t know you. Just drive” shaking my head “ok, I was just asking. No need to get annoyed” he turned back around “I am not annoyed, just not nice when someone is staring at you is it. Not nice to stare” this guy looks about in his early twenties “I mean I am picking up Maurice Davenport, I am just shocked to see this black businessman in my car and then I see that, I mean I am just saying” rolling my eyes “because I look like this? You know what, it’s true what they say. It can’t buy you health, I rather be broke so then I can see my daughter grow up but we all can’t have what we want” I wish I told that other driver to stay behind with me now, he didn’t even speak but this guy won’t shut up “that is deep, I am sorry. I didn’t know you was ill, on Instagram I only see the good times, you have a good life so I was just saying” now he can shut the fuck up and let me just sit in the car in peace.

I have been to this food place once before so I thought I would come here again, I mean I am dressed in sweat pants and hoodie so we shall see, it’s not a cheap corner place “thanks for harassing me” getting out of the car “I said I was sorry!?” he spat, closing the door shut and walking to the restaurant. I am just going to eat and then go back of course, but I am first of all being blamed for knowing about her dad when what the fuck you want me to do, pulling open the door. I am actually finding it funny, the looks I am getting. I need to really shave my beard and do my hair; my refusal is making me look like this and I continue to get these stares and judgemental looks. The waiter came over to me, he is looking at me like I walked into the wrong place “how can I help you?” how can he help me, he is supposed to ask me how many people “I want a table in the private room, for one” his eyes widened “erm, we erm take payment beforehand” I laughed “you don’t, I have been here before. Where is your owner, Andrew. Go on and get him” I will knock this waiter out, he is annoying me “sir, I will have to ask you to go” I don’t know if to laugh or cry about this, digging into my pocket “after this, you go and get me Andrew” getting my wallet out, opening my wallet and grabbing my black card, throwing at him “pick it up and get him” the waiter looked down “pick it up” they treat people like shit, this is wrong . He picked it up “you will never be able to get one of those, so go and get your owner” he took my card and went.

I know I look a mess, I am skinny as fuck but I am trying to get better here I mean I am walking around with a bruised fucking hand and it’s not good but still, I am being treated like dirt here. Here is the owner and the waiter, Andrew is running down the rows of tables “Maurice, oh my god. I am so sorry, this is Maurice Davenport, nice for you to come back” he got his hand out to me, shaking his hand “I heard, I am happy you are ok and with us still my friend” nodding my head “it’s ok, I think your worker assumed” his bitch ass “I am sorry, here you go. Your card, this is a billionaire. It’s on me, what you want is on me. You don’t charge him for anything, I will take you to the private room” nodding my head “next time don’t judge a book” walking by the waiter “do you want the usual? Would you like the finest wine?” Andrews asked, I chuckled “no, I am fine. I just want water please, I am in California so I thought I would come here to eat, I didn’t think I would be harassed like this” going through to the back room “I am sorry, he wasn’t aware. But I heard what happened to you, it’s awful but you’re here with us. Please sit down” he gestured “yeah, I have had a pretty bad time. Not eating and all that but I am trying my best to get back to normal, Andrew I need to charge my phone, can you do that for me?” placing the Apple bag on the table “yes I can, anything you eat is on me” nodding my head, he is really making it up to me.

Andrew sat with me to eat, it was nice of him “you know what, when he came into the office. He said this guy, he looks a real mess threw this at me and it says Maurice Davenport. I looked at the card and I goes oh my god, it’s him. Obviously, I heard what happened and how you were in hospital again. Even though I would come to your parties over here you barely come to my place to eat, so I rushed down. He wasn’t aware, I am sorry on his behalf” nodding my head “it’s fine, it’s a shame people get treated that way though. It’s not nice. I know I need too shave, but I think the beard gives me more face” I laughed “I just stopped eating because of everything, I was not good Andrew. I am not a big guy anyways; you know that, so the weight just fell off so quick and I become ever so skinny, but I am getting there. But the food was nice, I mean it was free for me” I laughed “anything for you, you are great guy and I am happy you came” getting my hand out to him “likewise, I will be back soon my friend. Thank you for charging my phone too” getting up from the chair “we need another party one day” shaking my head “the only party I will be doing now Andrew is my daughter’ party, that has really ended now. See what happens, keep in contact” least I have eaten now, I am not feeling as grumpy as I was before. Making my way out of the place, according to my phone my Uber should be here, I hope to god not another annoying driver because I can’t even deal. Pushing open the door stepping out of the place “woah” near hitting into someone “Maurice Davenport!” seeing the camera in his hand “uh god” walking around him, who the hell told these “Maurice, how are you feeling right now?” dragging open the car door “just drive” getting into the car, keeping my head low as I don’t want my face being shown.

I feel so numb inside, when I try and think back to the memories of me and my dad, he’s not even my dad now it’s like my brain has deleted them. I am hurt and confused but it finalises why he has been the way he is, why he went out of his way to treat me like some hoe, he really did. My daughter is trying to play with me, wants me to hug her and love her but I just can’t bring myself to do it even though I want her close to me “Robyn, come on now. Let me take her, she is getting upset” Leon got up from the seat, looking up at Leon “I am sorry friend, you know I haven’t got no parents, so be it. I am happier without” looking away from him “go to Leon” I said, Leon leaned in and took her from me “Robbie” my mom came back, she sat down across me “Leon can you find out where Maurice is? He is just walking around like he is not ill, he is walking around alone, just find out” shaking my head sighing out “he doesn’t know California, mom I just want to understand why did you not just tell me this before? I deserved to know earlier, why?” I need to know “because Robbie, you are a mother now. If Maurice turned to you and said to you he would take your daughter in as his own, we can just be a happy family. He held your hand when you gave birth, watch your daughter be born knowing full well she wasn’t his, wouldn’t your heart fall? Tell me this?” putting my head down “Thomas, watched you be born, held you, and held me. He promised a lot and then he let me down, at this very part. I didn’t think I would have needed to ever tell you because he was your dad, and he loved you. It’s scary how a man can just wake up and suddenly not want you, to look at you like shit” I understand where my mom is coming from, if Maurice did that then my heart would fall and would want my daughter to have him as a father, now I have my own daughter I do understand it “where are you? Robyn is asking” hearing Leon say, he’s been out for hours and he shouldn’t be but I am happy he has picked up “Maurice said do you want food?” Leon asked “tell him to come back” I said, I just want him in this home, I am much calmer now.

I am feeling much calmer, but it hurts me, just to know that it’s a lie. All of the pictures, the memories of us, it’s all lies “I feel like it makes it worse that he’s treated me with love and now with hate, if he treated me this way mom, I can only imagine how he was with you. I never knew you lost your womb, because of me?” my mom sighed out “I did, it was a terrible time, but I have you Robyn. This is what makes me happy, I have a beautiful grandchild, this makes me whole, but I didn’t need Thomas to remind me of how much I wasn’t a woman, he just didn’t like you not wanting him. It drove him crazy, then you fell pregnant. He adored Reign but he said, that is nothing to do with me, but I tried to make him feel better, but I don’t want you to think everything was fine because it wasn’t, the marriage had its downs. We argued behind closed doors, I think when you hit puberty, he was playing up then. I just wanted the best for you, you did get that Robbie” I nodded my head “I never knew any different, that was because I was loved by you both” taking in a deep breath “I just can’t believe it, I mean I can now. The way he has been with me but it’s just a weird feeling to feel. I am mourning the fact I won’t be able to have my dad to walk me down the aisle but I am feeling the hurt now, I feel like you suffered so much. You suffered because of me when mom if you bought me up without a dad it wouldn’t have changed with the love you gave me. You mean so much to me mom, I was a daddy’s girl but you, every time I came home, I always asked for you. You have made me who I am, you are such a good woman mom. He didn’t deserve you” my voice broke “I am so sad for you” wiping my tears that fell “I love you with my whole heart Robyn, I am so proud of you. And I want you to move to New York knowing none of this was your fault”  my mom’ voice broke “I love you so much Robbie” my mom reached her arms out and opened her hands, reaching over and holding her hands “I love you so much mom” I said back “look at us crying” I said “I am crying because I raised a beautiful girl with a humble heart, I am blessed” this woman is my whole heart, she means everything to me.

My mom made something for us to eat, something quick. I am not really into food right now; I just don’t feel like eating. I am still just sick to my stomach with all of this information “Leon thank you, for looking after Reign. You didn’t have too” I am just poking my pasta with my fork; I don’t even want to eat at all “so this man, I guess my dad. I don’t know, what is his name?” I asked “his name is Rell, we met through friends. Well I went to a house party” nodding my head slowly “your mom was a gangbanger, I seen you. You little hussy” my mom gasped “Leon! You stop that” I chuckled “so we met at a house party, erm yeah. He was so, I would say shy, but he would never say shy. I mean he was for the streets; he is the streets. Why would he be shy, but he was, so yeah. We met there. So, when you fell pregnant so quick, I laughed. I was calm about it because I was like my daughter is just me, but Thomas even more so blew a fit over it. The real Rell was a lovely humble man, he was funny. He was a gentleman to me; I was drunk, and he took me home. My home girls were just like don’t be going with him” Leon cackled “hussy!” Leon is making me laugh “I am not even lying, but I feel good to be free to say what I want, look at us laughing. I would have to apologise, fuck that man” Leon said, “you’re right, you usually apologise for saying things” I do agree with that “so how did you contact each other again?” I questioned “well the next morning, I was like I need to change over my bag because I took out my party bag, so I opened it and saw his number. I text him, there was that. I do have pictures of him” putting my hand up “I think I have heard enough; I am not ready for that” I don’t think I want to see him right now.

Closing the dishwasher door “this is crazy, where is he? Leon, call him again. It’s late!” I barked “wow, calm down. I will ring him again” I am not happy; I don’t want him walking around Cali like he knows this place. I don’t want it, he needs to come back home right now “oh he’s back, I heard the door close” Leon said “what? Where did you find that from” making my way out of the kitchen “what!?” I spat “I got her back” my eyes bulged out watching Maurice unleash Khaleesi “oh my god!” Khaleesi started jumping and barking before he let her go and she ran at me “oh my god, girl! You back? Oh my god, I missed you” catching Khaleesi grown self, she is so grown. I giggled as she couldn’t control herself, she is out here trying to lick me “oh my god! I missed you too, my baby. Oh wow!” putting her down on the floor, her tail is wagging so fast, she doesn’t know what to do with herself “where the hell have you been!?” I asked, crouching down to Khaleesi. She also sat, rubbing just under her chin “well I went back to the old house, looked at it. They have stripped all of it out, I was a little sad to see and then I called Malik, I said to him where is my dog. You kidnapped her, he said I didn’t and told me where he took her, she was in a shelter. And she was getting ready to be sold, I was like nah that is my dog, she knew me straight away, so I bought her back. I just went to eat something; I have been judged as a homeless man today so that is great but yeah. I did that. Now we got Khaleesi back” I am so happy she is back “I love you girl” hugging her “you got so big, but you still beautiful as ever” she looks so happy to be back “you going to move with me to New York, yes you are” Maurice cleared his throat “the home I got us, I probably think it’s not good for a dog. It’s seven floors and I just feel like she will get lost, I thought she could stay here with your mom. Keep her company, you know” pulling a face at Maurice “but I rather she be with us, she will be fine” I don’t want to abandon her again.

Getting up from my position “I am sorry about earlier; I was upset as you understand. I didn’t want you to go out” Maurice made his way over to me slowly “well I got harassed today, then the paparazzi took pictures of me. Because my skin is so flaky on my face, this medication is not working for me. I am burnt, look” looking at his face “no sun cream? You’re pasty as it is, Maurice the medication will get better, you just need to be more active in using creams I bought you” reaching up touching his face “well I had a shit time out there, do I look like a guy with no money?” I laughed “it’s just the unkept hair, you’re fine. I missed you” I really did miss him “I am sorry I went out; I just didn’t like to be spoken too like that. Are you ok? You’re eyes still look ever so sore though” wrapping my arms around his torso “it will take time, it’s just the more I hear about Thomas, the more I feel anger. He hurt my mom” Maurice rubbed my back “he is not a nice guy Robyn, I didn’t have my tablets though, they were not on me” moving back from the hug “Maurice, honestly. What on earth are you playing at? Let me get them” seriously, that man really knows how to grind my gears “you are back Maurice” my mom said, Khaleesi is following me everywhere now which is cute.

Maurice sat down next to me “I really missed you, like really missed you” wrapping my arms around his “you don’t understand how much I wish I never left to go out, it was terrible. I got treated like shit, is this what broke feels like. Leon, you can help me” looking over at Leon, he put a finger up at him “says the guy that gets sun burnt in California, pussy” I laughed resting my head on Maurice’ shoulder “I am a sensitive guy, the medication got me. Did Robyn see the pictures at all?” moving my head back “you seen it?” I asked him “yeah, you haven’t yet?” shaking my head “I am still feeling a lot of emotions about this, I still have lots of questions to ask yet” which I do, I just feel confused about a lot of it “I think you should see it, I am just saying but you will feel a type of way about it” furrowing my eyebrows thinking “I got you, Terry go and get them. If we are doing it, we are doing it today Robyn. We don’t got the time, we need to wedding shop quick. We need to make you a Davenport quick, he looks like you. You got his nose” I feel really sick right now “but like, it makes me sad. I don’t know, he’s not here. I feel like I am still losing in this” Maurice held my hand “you need to see the man that is your father so you can delete that pussy nigga from memory” my mom held the pictures out to Maurice facedown “are those the boo’d up pictures again?” Leon said “you both seen it?” I am the only one in this room “look at me” Maurice said, looking at Maurice in the eyes “you are a strong woman, if I didn’t think you could take it then I wouldn’t say this. I want you to see this, I want you to see the man that is your father. And it is sad because I wish he was here to see how beautifully happy his daughter is, I pray he in heaven accepting of me because honestly. A father’s love is wholesome, if this was Reign in this situation with a man that loved her, and she decided to be a surgeon just like you. I would be most accepting; I mean I wouldn’t be best please with the being married part but would I ever say my daughter is a whore? No, I would never. I just want you to know that this man, from what Terry told me. He was a good man, wrong place at the wrong time. Like my god, you a surgeon bae. This is wild to me, he would be so proud” Maurice is making me so emotional “you’re making me cry” my voice turned all high pitched “I just feel like he is speaking to me and I don’t even know him” I chuckled “because I want to make you whole, I feel like I am a father of a daughter and I can only imagine how he would feel” I love Maurice so much “Maurice got the whole room crying” Leon said “I am ready to look” I mumbled, Maurice let my hand go.

Maurice moved away from me a little, he turned the pictures away from me “so this is your mom and dad on Valentines day, your mom told me” he turned the picture towards me, I froze staring at this man next to my mom. Taking the picture from him, bringing the picture closer “he has my nose, you was right” I pointed out “this is so weird to me, I don’t know. He just-“ I paused “he’s just you” Leon finished for me “you got mom’ eyes but you got him in you Robyn” Leon said, I laughed not knowing what to feel, it’s a lot. Looking up from the picture “I wish I knew him” I said as a tear fell “you know what Robbie, you have. He’s just like Maurice, this is why I have always felt comfortable to speak to Maurice. His whole persona is like Rell’ and behind those closed doors the way he was with me, he was just like Maurice. And thank you Maurice, that speech really hit my heart. I want you to understand that, I love you so much and you were most wanted in my life, you know what. I lost him, but I have half him with me here and I made mistakes, I did, and it upsets me because I wish I did tell his family but I didn’t want the mess of it. I will always be here to answer your questions, I know you will have more to come” nodding my head, I will have more questions to come because, it’s a lot to take in.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine.

Erik getting Jealous of his BF’s guy best friend.

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Yeah Erik had a long ass work week but he did plan on turning up with his boys, especially his best friend CJ. That was his Rollie since elementary school. Wasn’t a thing Erik wouldn’t do for him, that was like his brother from another mother. CJ was a Party Promoter in LA and him and Erik worked on projects together.

He made it home in one piece, ready to take off the hot ass suit he had to wear. Heading to his chefs kitchen, he pulled out a fresh bottle of Hennessy with two shot glasses. CJ was his pre game partner. Fuck the other niggas they rolled with, Erik and CJ were the life of the party. Just like the saying goes, Bros before Hoes. Taking a quick shower, Erik made his way towards his walk in closet, scanning his selection for the hottest gear. The latest and the greatest. Wearing his fresh Versace silk top with his MNML black distressed denim jeans, he fixed his dreads, putting his gold rimmed luxury glasses on that he wore sometimes when he went out. He felt like wearing diamonds so he decked himself out with a white gold diamond chain with a matching diamond pinkie ring and bottom grill. It was extremely flashy but Erik’s crew were known for being the sexiest and flyest niggas in LA.

Checking himself one last time in his full length mirror before taking a quick thirst trap for the gram, Erik sprayed a little bit of cologne on his neck, chest, and wrists, heading back downstairs to get the bottle opened before CJ came through. Speaking of the devil, he got a FaceTime call from that nigga.

Erik: YOOOO! What’s good, bro? Man, we out here tonight right?

CJ: Shit, you know that’s how we do on a Friday night, Kill. Is it good to come through?

Erik: Yeah it’s good. Got the bottle ready when you get here, nigga.

CJ: My nigga, I’ll see you in about five minutes.

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CJ: Yo, Erik, this my good homie Dax. Dax, this is Erik. Remember I was telling you about the brother I had from another mother, that’s this funny looking ass nigga here.

Erik: *kisses his teeth* says the nigga that been jocking me since we were 6.

Dax: Wassup, *gives Erik a dab* nice to meet you.

Dax and CJ already looked turnt and Erik was still sober.

Erik: what the fuck y’all niggas was drinking on something?

CJ: A little but not too much. Dax is my weed plug. He the best in LA. We made a stop at the new strip club downtown. Shit is live, bro.

Erik: *scrunches eyebrows* nigga, we was supposed to hit that shit up and now you rolling without me?

Dax: wasn’t much to see, bitches was weak. No ass in sight.

CJ: Chill, It’s only the first night. Let them get settled and watch all the fine bitches with ass be up in there.

Erik: *huffs* whatever, y’all wanna drink or what?

All three men had about three shots before calling up an Uber since driving wasn’t an option tonight. The Uber XL arrived and the finest chick Erik seen in a while was the driver. She was chocolate, long silky frontal with a fitted black dress on. She had eyes like Rihanna and lips like Megan good.

Erik: Damn, you sexy.

Uber Driver: *blushes* Thank you.

Erik: Now ain’t you lucky to be driving us tonight.

Erik was about to make himself comfortable in the front until Dax pulled up first all loud.

Dax: Roxanne? Lil Roxy?! Damn girl look at you!

Roxy: Dax!!! *smiles wide* sit up front.

Erik glares at the back of Dax head, making his way to the back. Once they all were comfortable, Roxy took off.

Roxy: Dax, *looks at him hungrily* Your fine chocolate ass been hiding from me?

Dax: I told you when you want me come through I’ll take care of you, *strokes her thigh* you know I miss all that.

Erik closed his eyes, resting his head back. Damn, the nigga Dax stole his chance to holla at Roxy. So far, this nigga was raining on his parade. If he wasn’t here, Erik would have another bitch to turn to.

Erik: Yo, Dax, where you from?

Dax: New Orleans originally.

Erik: Why LA?

Dax: Just needed a change.

CJ: Yo Dax we still down for Nola next month? I’m tryna turn up.

Dax: You already know. I gotta show you my city.

Erik: *sits up with a foggy brain from drinking* Nola? Nigga what happened to Miami?

CJ: *ponders* Ohhhh, Damn, Kill. Shit, that slipped my mind. I already booked a flight to Nola. Maybe later that month we can go.

Erik: Nigga you know I’m the CFO of the wakandan Outreach, right? So THAT MEANS that I got shit to do. We already planned this shit now you going to Nola. lame ass nigga.

CJ: Erik, Chill the fuck out, how many times we do shit together? You acting like a whiny bitch.

Erik: *flares with anger* WHO A BITCH CJ?

Dax: Damn, Kill got a temper.

CJ: Chill out, E. We don’t wanna scare the pretty lady.

Roxy: *laughs* It’s cool, I like aggression.

Erik: Girl revert that shit on your passenger sitting next to you. I ain’t interested.

Roxy: *stares at Erik angrily*

CJ: Roxy, meet Drunk Kill. *laughs*

Erik: FUCK YOU. Where the bottle at?

————

Clearly wherever they were headed it was a regular spot for Dax. The VIP was live with all his peoples and apparently CJ knew them as well. When did this nigga find the time to befriend Dax? The shit was irritating.

Random person: AYE! ITS DAX AND CJ!

Random person 2: wassup, Dax, CJ, and...who you?

Erik: ....

CJ: This is Erik, my best friend and brother.

Erik: *scuffs, picking up a bottle of Dussé off ice, taking it to the head.*

Random person: He good?

CJ: Yeah, that’s just Kill.

Erik was clearly more interesting than the niggas in the VIP including CJ, but all the bitches who came in were all over DAX. Who THE HELL was this nigga? Erik thought he was just CJ’s weed man.

Erik: Y’all dry I’m heading to the floor.

CJ: You dancing? *laughs*

Erik: Yeah, nigga. Got a problem with that? *stumbles out of VIP*

CJ: Yeah, cus you ain’t got no coordination.

*everyone laughs in unison, Dax harder*

Erik: LETS SEE IF YOU SAY THAT NEXT TIME WHILE IM IN YOUR BITCH!

———

The dance floor worked for a while, Erik dancing with a fine ass chick for a little bit. They exchanged numbers but Erik wasn’t sure if he would call. Making his way back to VIP, he didn’t see CJ or Dax anymore, looking around with a confused expression.

Erik: where these niggas go?

That’s when Erik heard Dax laugh. He turned to the source of annoyance, spotting Dax and CJ talking to what looked to be YG. For some reason, this bothered the fuck out of Erik. He made his way out of VIP, walking over to them. Apparently, Erik walked up on a promotion deal. Dax knew YG personally and this made CJ happy. Erik wanted to punch that nigga Dax in the face. He was CJ’s right hand man in promotions. He made connections when CJ fell short. It was as if Dax was replacing him. Erik wouldn’t dare admit it because of his pride but he was getting jealous of dumb ass Dax. The nigga wasn’t no KILLMONGER but the relationship with CJ made Erik feel like he didn’t matter anymore. They were supposed to be brothers.

Erik: Yo, CJ, ima head out bruh.

CJ: Drunk and by yourself? nigga wait for me.

Erik: Nah, I’m not feeling it.

CJ: not feeling it? *looks at Erik with humor*

Dax: DAMN, we was ready to roll to another spot. I guess you can’t hang, Erik.

Erik: *puffs out chest with rage* Nigga don’t talk about me when you don’t know shit about me.

Dax: CJ, your boy is a hot head *laughs*

Erik: Oh yeah *smiles darkly* I’m more than a hothead, Dax. They don’t call me Kill for nothing.

CJ: *steps in between* OK OK that’s enough. Y’all niggas need to stop weighing dicks and chill the fuck out. Erik, let me holla at you real quick.

Erik: *follows behind CJ*

CJ: you good?

Erik: Ask me that shit again and watch what happen.

CJ: *snatches bottle from Erik’s hand* Erik, calm the fuck down. What’s your problem with Dax?

Erik: my problem is that nigga can’t roll with us no more. Fuck that nigga. He think he apart of the crew. Nigga ain’t even close.

CJ: *laughs hysterically* Nigga, are you jealous of Dax and me hanging?

Erik: *looks at CJ with wide eyes* FUCK ASS NO! You stupid, nigga?

CJ: Nah, I might be a little drunk but I ain’t stupid. You really jealous of Dax though?

Erik: *groans loudly* You making moves and shit without telling me and this nigga know about it before I do. Yeah, that shit got me bothered.

CJ: Erik. Who said I was making moves with him? Dax is just cool peoples that’s it. Ain’t nobody replacing you, Bro. Cut that shit out. Don’t have me thinking you going soft and shit. I already started thinking that when you adopted those two kittens.

Erik: *glares* FUCK YOU.

CJ: Aye, in all seriousness, bro, Don’t worry about that shit. You’re Erik Killmonger Stevens. If anything, from what Dax heard about you, he wanna be like you more than you know.

Erik: *stares at CJ with interest* how you figure that?

CJ: well... the nigga IS acting like you. He ain’t usually this bold.

Erik: FUCK, I knew it was some shit with him. *shakes his *head*

CJ: listen, instead of letting Dax shit on you, cuz, you know, *punches Erik’s shoulder* You Killmonger, Show that nigga how you really do it. And remember, ain’t nobody replacing my brother.

Erik: *laughs* Thanks man,

CJ: *shakes his head, handing Erik his bottle back* So can we get back to the fucking turn up?

Erik: Nigga, what you think?

CJ: My Nigga *does secret handshake*

Erik: I Hope ain’t no bitches see that.

CJ: *looks around cautiously* Yeah, me too.

[calleditwhatitwas]

HUFFLEPUFFSHAWN’S FEBRUARY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

hello!!!!!!! this is me. back at it again with my favorite reads of the month. don’t forget to reblog the fics you like!!!! enjoy and let me know if u want me to add a read more or whatever! 🥰

BLURBS

big spooning shawn blurb by @shavvnmendcs ​

ok first of all. listEN. i’m not gonna turn this into a love confession but they’re the fucking GOAT ok and i love this blog to death. not only are they hilarious as fuck and a breath of fresh hair on this hellsite but their writing????? phenomenal. outstanding. out of this world. amazing. and they’re so supportive of everyone i just??????? have a lot of love in my heart for people like that. ok my fingers slipped and this turned into a love confession BUT hashtag sorry not sorry u need to read their work like yesterday ok that’s all thank u.

ps. this blurb is cute af

heavy head, big brain by @shawnsmoose ​

ok i live for fics where the reader makes fun of shawn and this is so fucking soft. i’m in my feelings and i don’t like it

moonlight by @lostinshawnslight

this is straight up rude. RUDE i tell u. how dare she elevate our standards for men like this. 

a ‘bad boy’ by @heartopen-testify / @siennarossi

i am SO glad someone took it upon themselves to commemorate shawn’s playboy jacket because it’s truly what she deserves. love her writing to death and this was so cute and painfully relatable!!!

drunken babbles (are sober thoughts) by @getwaytooinvolved

the drunk!shawn fic u never knew u needed. seriously. my HEART. it’s so funny and adorable and i am: dying

SERIES

off the record by @lostinshawnslight

girl. she literally started this series and ended it within like 2 weeks i can’t even deal???? such a good PA AU too, they’re both so soft and i am: crying

plausible deniability by @fallinshawn

ohmygod. this one is so fucking original!!!!!!!!!! this is like a cop!shawn and criminal!reader and i think it’s the first one of this kind i’ve come across i think?? so yay for that! the writing is exceptional and there’s only one part so far but i am SO fucking invested and excited already i can’t even deal with it. i love this so much fkhsfsdojfsdoijs

routines - pt. 1 (sugar daddy!shawn) by @shavvnmendcs

sugar!daddy shawn??? hello?? need i say more??? bitch i’m so fuckin excited for this one dhfsjhshsdosdf i’m dying

begin again by @bluerroses

ohmygoddddddd this fic. LOVE IT. the OC is so badass and feisty i love her!!!! and i love the plotline too! i feel like there aren’t many of those fics and i love it!! her writing is so fucking phenomenal too!! highly recommend

 when you’re ready by @mendeshoney

by now i’m fairly certain she thrives on our pain lmao no but seriously she’s back at it again with another angst fic that literally rips ur heart apart. love her and love her fics so much!!! highly highly recommend if you’re into pain!!

ONE SHOTS

sweetheart by @dylshoney

y ‘ a l l. read this smut and thank me later. OOF. dom!shawn at its finest, let me tell u. i fuckin love this one

at the same time by @shavvnmendcs

this is the niall x shawn x reader threesome u’ve been dreaming about and waiting for where the reader is dating niall. anyways i’m a hoe for it what’s new

soft love by @softboyshawn

the plus size!reader we deserved. i love this!!!!!!!!!!!! i am: soft. pun intended.

breakfast by @shawmednes

i fuckin love domestic au’s ok especially the ones like about mornings and this one is so goddamn cute i want to cry

eleanor: eight months by @smallerinfinities

this dad!shawn came for my NECK ok. alex is NOT fucking around with this one. straight up disrespectful. i loved it

a sunday in february by @harryandmolly

so by now we all know that everything she writes is pure gold BUT she brought back emma and shawn which is one of my all time favorite fics so i HAD to mention it. 

love at 2am by @wholesome-mendes

LOVE this one night stand fic. super cute and relatable and really well written!!!

as long as i have you by @lostinshawnslight

i feel like this month was the month of original au’s lmao but this is one of a struggling musician and actress and it’s the softest ever i love it so much. also i just realized that this is like the fic version of the song as long as you love me by justin bieber lmao why am i like this

love on you by @shawnsweetheart

omg guys. this one is so hilarious and fluffy i love it so much!!!!! idk why drunk!shawn gets me in my feels like this but he does and i’m a hoe for it

[skeletonwoman]

9. Cinema At Its Finest

honeslty, christmas movies are wyld and they literally all have the same casts and it’s just so impressive. also. this one is abt THEO RAEKEN AND EXCuse the horrific text talk but as that old text post says “its hard to make the words go [etc etc] so text speak easier or something” idk i can’t quote it perfectly whatever

You grimace as the delightful song starts filtering through your speakers. The credits are rolling, the girl got the guy, everyone is happy and the world is right.

And now you’re here, alone.

Snatching your phone from beside you, you open a text window.

Me: I mean

Me: Fr

Me: like I want a boyfriend so f*kn bad my guy

Me: But like I don’t

Me: I am strong and f*kn know that guys are bullshit

Me: but also pls love me

Me: y’know?

Me: like I f*kn hate movies but like

Me: ugh

Theo: u know I died and don’t have emotions anymore, right

Me: suck a dick

Theo: bby love me

Theo: why u text me anyway? Ur friends w girls

Theo: do u want me???

Me: ……………….ya lol take me now theodore raken

Theo: I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

Snorting, you beam at your phone before sighing and sitting up. Maybe you should’ve texted Lydia or Malia but they wouldn’t get it. A stupid notion, of course, everyone gets those feelings after movies but…

You grimace at the title before shoving to your feet and leaving the random holiday themed movie and your laptop behind.

“I’m here, I’m here, you can all relax,” you call, coming to a stop in the center of the room and Scott sighs.

“Finally!” Liam cheers, jumping to his feet and you turn to him with a smile, only to frown as he runs past you. “Pizzas here, guys!”

Scowling, you slump into his seat and sigh. Beside you, Theo grins at you before flopping back against your chest. You grunt at the sudden pressure but allow him to pull your arm over his front anyway.  You'd press a kiss to his forehead or something equally romantic and adorable if he wasn't wearing a Santa hat. As it is, you're having a tough time blowing the pompom away from your nose.

“That’s my seat,” Liam whines and you smirk at him.

“You wanna take my place?” You ask, nodding at Theo and he hesitates.

“I’d like to take Theos place,” he mutters under his breath and Theo growls, his clawed hand settling on your thigh possessively.

“Don’t talk to me or my undead son ever again,” you counter and Liam harrumphs but takes a seat across the room. “As your penance, you will get me a slice.”

“What? What’d I do?” Theo whines, already climbing from the circle of your arms to grab the pizza.

“You had a little peeing contest on me. It was gross.”

He hums, peeking at you over his shoulder and grinning. “Must be why you’re so stinky.”

“Honestly, I’m so freaking over you,” you growl, opening your arms as he lays back against you and taking the slice from his hand. “You’re a nightmare and a pain in the ass.”

“Hey,” he says with a scowl and you glare. “I won’t respond to your boyfriend texts next time.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Obviously.”

Beaming through your misty eyes, you set your laptop aside and snatch up your phone.

Me: wjy r all the movies abt boys

Me: like I love elle sm

Me: but im totally that other girl who snaked her in the beginning

Theo: wtf

Me: Legally Blonde

Theo: wtf x 2

Me: I want a bf n not a christmas themed one :/

Theo: just ask me out already jeez

Me: smd hoe I also want a dog and maybe a law degree

Me: def a dog and a law degree

Me: a bf could probs wait

Theo: ur killing my vibe

Me: What vibe? R u out w/out me????

Theo: I was napping

Me: sounds abt right. Come over 2mororow?

Theo: ok, feed me snakcs

Muttering to yourself, you stare at the elevator doors and wait. Clunky, industrial and orangey brown, they creak open and you step inside.

“Wait!” A voice calls and you hold the doors open, spotting Theo coming through the lobby doors. “Ah, my sweet, sweet were-pig.”

“I’m a were-tiger if I’m anything, mutt,” you hiss and he laughs, stepping in beside you. “Sucks about our plans.”

“We were probably just going to end up napping,” he says reasonably and you hum an agreement. “This is something to do.”

“I’d rather be at home napping.”

“Yep, me too.” He sighs and you grin. For a moment, you’re caught in his blue gaze and the doors slide open.

“Oh- hey! Come on in, guys,” Stiles calls from the doorway and you blink, frowning at the decided lack of holiday decorations in the interior of the apartment.

“Come on,” Theo whispers, his arm settling over your shoulders and tucking you into his side. As a pair, you waltz past Stiles and into Dereks lair. Definitely a lair considering the lack of holiday joy.

“You guys took long enough,” Malia complains and you sink down onto the couch beside her, Theo still glued to your side.

“I was doing stuff and didn’t see the message,” you mumble and Theo smiles lazily instead of responding.

“Anyway,” Scott says, clearing his throat and blushing, “we have a lot to talk about.”

Theo: girl

Theo: girl

Theo: girl

Me: I have a f*kn name

Theo: ok girl

Me: what u want, snake

Theo: mood.

Theo: y’know that mood. When post movie that’s cute or someshit

Me: omfg

Theo: my emotions aren’t as dead as my body

Me: ur boddy is very alive so

Theo: ikr fml

Me: aw boo

Laughing, you tuck the phone under your pillow and snuggle down among the blankets. This winter weather is just delightful, perfect for naps.

Stretching, you lean into the warm blankets and sigh. When they sigh back, you can’t help gasping and flailing. Kicking something, you hear a recognisable grunt and groan.

“Theo?”

“You didn’t text me back,” he whines and you roll over and cringe. A pillow crease has left a red line down his cheek and you watch it disappear, fading like a scar over time- though in hyper speed. Why is he here?

“So you broke into my house and climbed into my bed while I was asleep?” He makes a softly protesting noise but doesn’t voice a denial. Instead, he gives you a sad look and cuddles just that little bit closer.

“I wanted to hang out,” he says softly and you grunt noncommittally. Who cares about hanging out- you were napping.

“Liam exists.”

“Liam doesn’t like me.”

“Scott.”

“You know,” he starts, voice getting serious and you push your leg between his calves. “The pack only tolerates me cause you like me. None of them actually like me, they actively dislike me.”

“That’s crazy of them-”

“Thank you.”

“Thinking I like you. Why would I like you?” You tease and he growls. The sound draws a smile from your lips, only for a laugh to escape your belly when he turns his fingers into claw shapes and digs them into your sides. “Ah! Werewolf hands!”

Your bluff works but only for a moment when he pauses, pulling his hands back and inch to check. Proven wrong, he digs his entirely human fingers and nails into your sides once more.

“N- not fair!” You gasp out, shrieking another laugh. His grin is savagely delighted and you’re about to shove him off you when a knock on your door has the both of you freezing.

“Kiddo?”

“I’m alive! All good! I saw- uh, a really good vine. Patrick Charlton…” You answer awkwardly, silence following your words as Theo fights to contain a laugh. Smacking a palm over his mouth, you clutch him to your chest and wait.

“Okay, don’t wake the neighbours.”

“Will do!” You agree quickly and heave a sigh of relief as footsteps sound down the hallway. Theo snickers against your hand and you bare your teeth at him.

“You absolute rat,” you snarl, still holding him tight to your chest and you feel him grin under your hand.

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep quiet,” he muffles and you have to let him go or you’ll break his neck.

“So you two aren’t dating?” Lydia stares, a crease between her eyebrows and an uncomprehending look in her eyes. All around the room stare similar expressions.

“No! What? I would never.” You scoff, looking down when you feel Theo twist around and look up at you. Your arms hang over his shoulders and down his chest, his back against your stomach and his head pillowed on your chest. Or it was, moments ago. No Santa hat this time though- because he'd stuck it on your head instead.

“Rude!” He gapes, glaring at you. “What do you mean never?”

“What do you mean what do you mean never?”

“I thought my question was pretty clear.”

“And I thought I was too. Why? Do you want to date me or something?”

“What the f*ck? Gross, no.”

“Okay, what the f*ck do you mean by gross?”

“So you guys aren’t dating?” Malia puts in but you can’t even look away at this point. Theo. Theo just called you gross.

“You can’t get angry, you said you wouldn’t date me,” he argues and you blink at him, looking him up and down- sort of.

“I didn’t- I would but like…”

“What does “but like” mean?”

“It means what it means, jeez, back off,” you snap, pushing him off you but you can’t get him to budge too far. He’s too invested in this awfully embarrassing and public conversation. In fact, he rolls over completely so his chest is pressed to your belly and his arms are around your waist.

“So… Definitely not dating?” Scott asks and you spare him half a glare.

“Well we are now,” you grumble, glaring at your spectators, spectators who happen to be very interested in the various pulls of thread on their clothes.

“What do you mean “we are now”?”

“It means exactly what I said, honestly, I know dying can kill parts of your brain but I didn’t think this was a symptom.” You scowl at him and he glares, begrudgingly rising to his hands and knees and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“You’re such a bitch. All the f*cking time.” His words are a whisper, sweet and gentle to the ear and you shoot him a dark look. Stilling, you’re caught like a cobra in a song. The unadulterated affection on his face, written in his eyes, has you transfixed.

Wow.

as i schedule this fic, i am late to posting one from like 4 days previous woops

[thxwanderer]

All the Muses

So, basically, the way my brain is set up, I have 3 sections of muses. I just never talk about it bc college saps away creativity and time? but I have : in use, periodical, and on reserve. In use are all of the ones I actively use, even if one is used more so than another. Periodical muses are muses that I switch out with current ones; I have almost the same amount of periodical muses as i do current ones, so I will probably always stick with 6-7 muses at one time. My on reserve muses are muses that are only used in specific ships or with specific people. I may make them periodical but I haven’t thought that far ahead. Note that some muses will always be in use. I don’t own any of the FCs; only characters I own are Lu, Seyong, Myungsoo, Han, and Killian.

Muses in total ; approx. 16, may end at 18.

In Use

Steve Rogers [ The Brave ] { Cappy Cap. Captain ‘Murica. My sweet tall asf boy scout. Gentle giant asf. Really nurturing and caring with basically a dad mentality at the tower. Always busy with the workings of the avengers and shield and paperwork and missions and Tony. And Bucky. but that’s another thing altogether. draws in the park in his spare time to unwind. eats too much. really likes knowing where everyone is and that they’re alright. not the best person in the world but tries to be. feels out of his depth often. super genuine and likable. awkward when hes nervous. loves Lu. like seriously, Lu is like his child. literally the reason I continued to rp when I was about two seconds away from quitting altogether. He’s a keeper. Will always be in use.

Lu Omorose [ The Sweet ] { Egyptian Mau hybrid, from cairo, egypt, got his soul split in two and hes the good half, tiny asf, will break your heart by accident be warned. used to work at a candy store bc he brought in revenue. glorified house cat. avengers tower new mascot. is honestly a child who needs love 25/7. is into archaeology tho bc he really likes old things. loves all of the avengers equally but still loves Steve more than that. is terrified of losing his family. basically my very, very first character and i’ve been rping for a very long time at this point and even after all the bs, i couldn’t give him up. even now, it makes me anxious about using him, but im so happy to still have him around. will always be in use .}

Calypso [ The Beauty ] { is based off of Calypso from The Odyssey. My red headed baddie that i love so much. Literally a goddess nymph and is the daughter of a titan. loves all the fishies. heiress so super rich. runs a floral arrangement shop to pass time when shes not modeling or attending shitty galas. part time avenger but really hates team work. loves her cat Sushi more than the other roommates except lu. Domme, wants a pet some times but knows time commitments would be unfair .}

Myungsoo [ The Tortured ] {vampire. quite emo or at least everyone thinks he is. they aren’t half wrong. wanders like Seyong but he actually prefers New York over all. is into languages so he does translations. is hella old. doesn’t like social interaction but is forced into it by his environment. likes sunrises. hates making lu cry. feels calm when he can pet jae in his bunny form because then jae won’t be able to talk. really hates people who chew with their mouth open and take their lives for granted. doesn’t like weaklings, besides lu and jae.  suddenly has friends and doesn’t know what to do about it???? might always be in use. not sure yet .}

Tony Stark [ The Gamble ] { iron man. dont get me started. super conceited. do not rain on his parade. really a huge dweeb but also can be Petty Labelle. actually loves his new little family to bits. will never say it out loud. Ask him about godric. He’ll gush like a 12 yr old. def thinks hes better than harris. will tell it to her face. has told it to her face. ha..}

Tidus Abrasax [ The Royal ] { newest character added, haven’t used him much bc im not sure where i want his character to go. is more conceited/airheaded/full of himself than Tony and that’s saying something. is fixing his damaged ship which is why he’s stuck on earth rn. lives in his invisible ship/mansion above the tower. really can’t stand humans but is trapped so might as well make the best of it. is an intergalactic hoe. avid fan of making love, as they say. is growing fond of Earth food, especially ice cream. im hoping he’ll be able to open up somewhat .}

Koriand’r of Tamaran [ The Star ] { Starfire from original teen titans. really naive. worse than lu by far. is def in love with Robin.she is so kind and sweet but also really sensitive. she lives at the titans tower. she speaks with the weirdest mannerisms and hugs strangers. really likes cotton candy. May switch out with a periodical character instead or move to reserve list .}

Periodicals

~FC for Seyong is in the process of changing~

Seyong [ The Wanderer ] { Wandering poet. Snow fox hybrid born and abandoned in Russia. much snark. rooms with Myungsoo when he’s not traveling but he’s always traveling soo??? also Myung’s self proclaimed best friend. Myung don’t claim him tho. they used to travel together before they joined the team. is afraid of being abandoned like when he was a child .}

Makoto “Lita” Kino [ The Muse ] { is Sailor Jupiter. Moved from Japan to New York. super super sweet and loyal asf. goes to culinary school. part time avenger and works best with Thor. avengers tower chef so she can practice her skill. usually bsuy with working for a restaurant. often visits Tokyo to take on enemies there with the other sailor scouts .}

Han Omorose [ The Sour ] { Lu’s twin. horrible personality tbh. will square up. i repeat: will squre tf up. leopard hybrid. taller twin, black hair instead of golden. negl he’s a lot smarter and better at basic things than lu so he used to look after him. no longer lives at the tower. rly funny tho. has a thing for leather jackets. Has a bae .}

> Clint Barton [ The Fighter ] { CLINT! YAS! Hawkeye. One of my faves. Extra sassy sauce. Follows original comics so hes deaf and uses hearing aids + can read lips. funny asf. loves to play around with lu. is sad that lu prefers Steve. usually on missions or chilling with Tasha. honestly just down to earth and seriously good people. always brings the guac and queso. dont touch his bow. ever .}

Castiel [ The Righteous ] { i don’t think anyone really knows how much i really love cas and dean and sam and crowley and bobby and charlie and KEVIN TRAN- but yeah, its angel!cas and he was never a human so he’s still horrible at understanding anything. basically season 4 cas. not sure when i want to switch him to in use ;; .}

Peter Quill [ The Adventure ] { when i initially created him, i didn’t get to use him much but he. is. so. fuckn. hilarious. based off of the movies but i have read comics. He is not so much of a hoe though. is a non-romance character. is starlord to a T. go on an adventure with him, get lost on the wrong planet, escape enemy territory, lose your mind. he’s seriously one of my funniest characters. i really like humor so i can’t help myself. he’s really witty and whenever he’s on earth, he’s super close with Wade. You can... see why... similar humor. Asks Calypso on dates, even when he’s not on Terra. She always says no. He’s not giving up .}

On Reserve

Mariano Di Vaio [ The Creator ] { College student, writer, heir to an empire. part of a poly ship with Dyl and Dani. no other interactions as of this moment. he’s from Italy and his family pretty much runs the biggest drug empire Italy has ever known. his dad wants him to take over a branch one day but all he wants to do is be a writer. Went to school in america so he could escape his overbearing family .}

Wade Wilson [ The Destructive ] { Deadpool at his finest- or worst? he’s thoughtless, clueless, dazed and confused, and deadly. dating Peter Parker. Might shift him to periodical, just not sure if anyone will want to deal with his shenanigans outside of Peter. He can really be too much at times. but you’ll never be bored .}

Killian Bass [ The Dominant ] { Half brother to Chuck Bass. Gossip Girl verse bc i’m GG trash. He is extremely businss savvy and has a condo in the upper east side when he visits his brother but he runs the branch of Bass Industries based in South Korea. Into fashion, very particular about everything. Has a pet/boyfriend, a red panda named Theo. Turns into a buttery mess for Theo. is a dom, sometimes he can be a bit uptight .}

If you made it to the end, you are a trooper. I love you. 

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Dirty Bourbon River Show - Passion

Mastering Hip Hop Songs in Your Own Home Recording Studio Or Computer

Hiphop music has been around for 30 years today, and there have been several performers to create tunes that are amazing. But, some of these songs create us sing along whenever we notice them and party and get up and however have jammed within our brains. We admire those people who have provided musical talent therefore remarkable to create once we hear their song us dissolve to us.

The top 8 hiphop songs ever are (in no particular order):

5. 'Rapper's Pleasure' - The Hill Team

Hop that is hippty, hop... He's rapping towards the beat just attempting to go your feet. Each phrase is known by a lot of people to this basic melody. This was one of the earthis first introductions to the audio genre, and an impressive one which it had been.

4. 'Straight Outta Compton' -NWA

Outta Compton is one of all times' hottest rap tunes. It's also accountable for the West Coast gangster rap movement that transformed the lifestyles of numerous people. Straight Outta Compton details living on one's streets of the many hazardous cities with hardcore rapper Eazy-E of the state about the vocals.

8. ' Hard Knock Life' -Jay Z

If you are reasonably new to the planet of trip-hop audio, then listed here is a little list of five best trip hop songs that are broadly regarded as classics. Though promoting stylistic origins of such electronic-music style and the smoothness, those tunes are also effective on international maps. The musicians and groups behind those and a vital part have enjoyed with while in the advancement of trip hop music.

Rap music is actually a section of us, an integral part of our spirit. You can find 1000s of songs that are amazing on the market in this type, with musical skill from around the world. There's nothing very like hip-hop music if you were hit by the sounds.

Jay-Z is actually a musical god, as he demonstrated in 1998 with Difficult Knock Life, a melody testing Annie in the refrain. Jay raps about living an actual song that the majority of us may experience at some level, that hard hit living.

7. 'Hypnotize' -Biggie Smalls

The legendary rapper tops the very best 10 listing once more with this music, attaining number one just one week following the rappers death. This quick witted, interesting melody with all the cool beat seems good to hear. It also began an eruption of love and party of existence at the burial on his way to be installed to relaxation on Brooklyn's streets of Biggie.

6. ' Push It' D- Pepa

Introduced in 1986, Push It was a winner for rappers' group. This can be still but a sassy articulation that managed to get to dance graphs today rocks the human body as well as the party.

3. 'Delicious' Smalls

Because it could be the tune that built Huge Poppa what he is still for the world nowadays, actually 10 years after he was shot to death, this song began a new age in rap music. Moist claimed it was all a fantasy and enthusiasm was provided by this tune and feel great feelings to each and every one who paid attention to it.

1. 'It was a superb Day' -Ice Cube

In the beat towards the lyrics that is that feel well song that quickly minimizes the stress of the day all. We can all relate solely to the track, and no matter just how many situations it is performed it is still that sound you bob your face to.

2. 'Kid's Account' Hip Hop Songs -Slick Rick

You can't discuss hip-hop without talking about Slick Rick, among the biggest artists within this genre. This tune has that sweeping defeat and lyrics that get jammed in your head every time. Anyone who appreciates hip-hop appreciates this jam.

1. Attack - Sympathy

Presented on Massive Attackis debut record "Blue Lines", "Unfinished Sympathy" is often regarded as the track which constituted the beginning of the trip-hop type. What caused it to be among the finest triphop melodies, was its refreshing and new technique, which mixed audio instruments with digital music practices. " Unfinished Sympathy " also stood out because of its original music-video, that has been solely made-of one consistent take.

2. Portishead - Glory Box

You start with a Casual hiphop beat and vibrant strings, " Glory Container " provides the inner talk of the lady, who is prepared to appreciate again, but is of getting injured at the same period frightened. As well as the genuine and unmasked words, the artist Beth Gibbons's style gives nuances and specifics that strengthen the psychological detail of the music furthermore. The potent guitar solo enhances the message that is powerful that is vocally, while producing the instrumentation noise more natural.

3. Shadow - In A Perfect World

Shadow is well known for his expertise of mixing products from different performers and music types. He has the ability to blend effortlessly loops from punk, rap, common music, and electronica, organizing them into one good whole. The only "Night In An Ideal Earth" isn't an exception, for it levels a considerable measure of carefully chosen chillout lines and songs, making sure you can worry for a time once you have heard it.

4. Complicated - Aftermath

This common song is partially constructed around a catchy riff, which was extracted from a track "This Is The Technique Is" by Marvin Gaye. The sturdy drumbeat and short flute samples cause pleasure, as the unexpected major guitar purpose and weak words add some eeriness for the general mood. This gentle combination of serenity tension is most likely one key factor that has caused Difficult's "Aftermath" to become one of all time's greatest triphop melodies.

5. Massive Attack - Teardrop

"Teardrop" features Cocteau Twins singer Elizabeth Fraser, who supplies her soft and melodious lines towards the mellow and classy background. Quiet harpsichord riff plus a delicate drum trap, alongside with dark cello notes, paint a tranquil picture of sadness and melancholic beauty. As well as being one of many finest trip hop songs, "Teardrop" can be generally known as an American medical television drama "Property "'s concept music.

Dodi by Snoop Dogg. Everyone- and everyone is meant by me - appreciates the words to the song. You could perform with it at a celebration and also the total audience would singalong. This basic Snoop track gives homage to Advanced Rickis early course using the same label. Undeniably one-of Snoop Dogg's finest songs of all time.

The Message by Grandmaster Flash. This monitor set rap off. Music was increased by it from anything inside the roads into a design heard all over the world. The positive concept confirmed the ability of the rapper to people with something to express. Together of the very best hip-hop tracks in history, this may simply charge with regards to effect.

Rosa Parks by Outkast. This melody was their hit single off the 5- Mike "Aquemini." Lines that were several were included by the introduction along with the hoe down at the center of the track is legendary. This tracks was a huge launchpad for the continuing industrial success of Outkast, and correctly includes the free advantages of Big Boi and Andre 3000.

I Acquired Soul by Rakim B. Likely the top tune on the best ever record, listeners dazzle with some of the finest lyrics previously published, provided over Eric B is new defeats. Finest lyric: " I escape, when I conclude the rhyme When I'm writing I'm stuck among the lines."

Ask any two people for a set of their leading hip-hop songs and also you'd be blessed to fit perhaps 1 or 2. Nevertheless, I've desired to reveal to you my set of the most effective hip-hop tracks ever and been in the game for over a decade today. Thus without further ado...

The Way In Which I Am by Eminem. This haunting track is Eminem's possiblity to vent his worries towards the earth, covering topics such as his effect on kids, his failure to overcome his past accomplishment ("I'm not gonna manage to hit Our Name Is") along with the basic frustration he thinks towards the criticism he seems is misguided. The song is just a throwback to a Rakim track that is old - a research shed in an incredible exhibit of musical and move abiliy - and on a lot of his younger listeners. Certainly one the hiphop melodies that are most effective in the past decade.

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Day 13 - Envy

It was a quiet little town - almost more of a settlement, really - but it was home, and they liked it there. It was quiet, nestled away from the hustle and bustle and was a safe enough place to raise your kids, and in this crazy world that was nothing to blow your nose at.

Sure, none of them were rich, but they were content. True, there was always some temptation to keep up with the Joneses - this was middle America, after all! - but for the most part, everyone had what they needed. They had what they wanted.

Until Fred Smith brought home a brand new shiny yard flamingo.

Fred wasn't too specific on where he got it: Anytime he was asked, which was often, he gave some line about how he just stumbled upon it while he was out and about. And everyone in town knee what a silly, kitschy little thing it was. But Fred's yard looked so pleasant, so cheery with that little pink flamingo standing watch in front of his house. 

"Nice flamingo, Fred!" His neighbors would day to him in passing. "Wow, yard's looking good there buddy." It was true, and every other yard in town just looked so dull in comparison.

Jeff McCully sure didn't have a yard that looked half as nice as Fred Smith's. But Jeff certainly wanted one. So Jeff did the only reasonable thing he could do - he shot Fred to death, right on that cheery little lawn of his in broad daylight, and he took that flamingo and put it in his own yard.

The other folks in town came running when they heard the commotion. They knelt behind Fred's corpse as his blood soaked into that lush green yard of his. They all gasped and exclaimed in surprise and wondered aloud who could have done such a thing. And then they all noticed just hoe quaint and cheery Jeff McCully's yard looked that morning.

"Wow, great yard," they all started to say. It was more than Chuck Hughes could bare. Chuck always prided himself on having the finest yard in town, so Chuck went home and got his nine iron and bashed Jeff McCully's brains in. Soon all of Chuck's neighbors were complimenting him on the lovely pink flamingo in his yard.

And so it went on like this for quite some time, until there was no one left in town who had a yard to call their own, pink flamingo or not. As all the mayhem and bloodshed played out, somewhere, from far beyond the perception of the little town and its squabbles over lawn ornaments, their Creator watched with a piercing fearless gaze.

"The radiant AI is working exactly as intended," the Creator said. "Congratulations are in order, great job team. I truly believe Fallout 5 will be our best work yet. Now someone get David S. Goyer on the line, it's time to work out the story."