#i do something too hard with either of my ankles and i die it starts to hurt so bad

[camvrin]

i never got any broken or sprained or otherwise somehow damaged bones professionally checked out I was told to walk it off like a man

[erwinsvow]

omg i keep thinking about reader teasing rafe all day, and like reader keeps like finding reasons that they can’t have sex just to see how far rafe would go. i feel like rafe would either not stand for it or he would get so angry

so bitchy reader coded!!!! she loooves to do this

teasing rafe is fun because it's so easy. he's such a sucker, falls for your same tricks everytime. you have him running in circles without doing anything at all.

and at heart, you like to see it. it's fun for you—watching him chase you. he cares enough to do it, hasn't stopped even though it's been weeks and months of the same, ever since you caved and allowed yourself to realize you wanted rafe to be your boyfriend.

it starts the same—his favorite dress. strapless, with a pretty blue pattern and a ribbon border that ties into a bow on the neckline, at the curve of your tits. you look pretty, you always do, but this dress makes you even prettier, you think. you pick it out knowing he goes crazy over it every time, knowing you were going to make it hard for him today.

it's not really a day dress, so you slip your white cardigan over your shoulders to make it seem more so, climbing into the passenger seat of rafe's truck with a little too much show, revealing a little too much leg and hands lingering on the seatbelt across your chest a little too long.

when rafe sees you, he swallows hard, and you already know your plan is working. he stares, where the seat belt tightens on your body and the expanse of your thighs that's openly visible now that you're seated.

"rafe?" you question, staring back at your boyfriend while his eyes are hyperfocused on your exposed skin.

"hm?" he looks up at your eyes for a second.

"are you gonna drive or just keep looking at me?"

"oh. uh-" he shifts the car into gear, taking off, though you catch him staring back at you every few minutes. the next time he does, you move your hand to his cheek, pushing it gently so he's looking on the road.

"eyes ahead, perv. i don't wanna die because you're horny," you say it with a laugh, though he doesn't take it as one.

"shut up. why'd you wear that dress?"

a good question. why had you worn the dress? because you and rafe had gotten into a little fight the night before, and there was nothing more satisfying to you than making him cave first in your fights.

"my others were in the laundry. tough."

when he arrives at the country club, it just hits him there's a fully planned day ahead—lunch with top and kelce, golf, dinner with your parents and then the party later that night. there's hardly any time to get you alone.

"listen, princess, i think-"

"gonna be late, rafe! let's go," you say, making a show out of getting out of the truck and flashing him in the process. he groans before getting out to join you.

the day moves painstakingly slow for him. at lunch, you take off the cardigan and lean in to tell him something twice, letting him stare down the front of your dress for a moment before you pull away. when you go to the bathroom to freshen up, he gets up to join you, but you yell out to a friend in the distance and walk in with her, smiling back at rafe.

he sits back at the table grumbling something.

"what's wrong with you?" kelce asks, "never seen you this mad before golf."

"shut it."

on the course, his game is completely off. you keep bending over to retrieve the golf balls after he holes out, walking back and placing it into his palm with a sweet smile, though you are anything but.

"what're you doin'?" rafe asks, holding you close with your arm in his hand.

"getting the ball for top. what else?"

"no, you're fuckin' not." he grips your arm a little tighter, but you break loose, turning around and smiling back at him, before bending over to pick up top's golf ball and placing it in his hand.

he makes it to dinner with your parents angry and horny. you're seated next to rafe, rattling on about your day to them with a hand on rafe's arm. your foot rubs against his ankle, crawling further up while he tries to tell your dad about his golf score.

"the new course is great," your dad says, just as rafe feels your hand on his thigh.

"y-yeah," rafe chokes out.

"you okay? drink some water," you say, smiling like a concerned girlfriend instead of the little devil you really are.

a full day's events later, he gets you alone at the party, setting his beer aside to yank you by the back of your dress into the nearest empty bedroom. your friends stare while rafe drags you away, though you don't look the least bit upset about it.

"hey! you're gonna rip my dress," you say, trying to get free from his insanely strong grip.

"shut it. what the fuck was that all day? huh? thought that was cute?" rafe sounds about as angry as you've ever heard—it's a lot hotter than you had expected.

"what? i didn't do anything."

"shut up. get on the fuckin' bed."

"okay!" you chirp, agreeing immediately. teasing rafe was only fun because you got what you wanted out of it��him, at the end, all angry and tense and pent up. you reach back to undo the bow on your dress, getting ready to unzip it when rafe's hand stops your own.

"no. leave it on."

[flowersdiceandlove]

Bingqiu family headcanons:

I don't always headcanon that they want kids, but when I do, these are my headcanons for it

Shen Qingqiu-yuan wants four kids because he was one of four and so that just feels like a good number to him

Shen Qingqiu-yuan wants to be called "baba" by his kids. It's more modern and what he grew up with so it feels more natural to him. Everyone else is always surprised by this because they thought he would want his kids to call him something more formal like "father" or "fuqin."

In the same vein as the last one, for grandkids, he also wants to be called something casual like "grandpa" "grandpappy" "pappy" "pops" ect. You get the idea.

their kid(s) have curly hair like Binghe. (only if they have a blood relation to him ofc)

Shang Qinghua cries and exclaims that he's gonna be a grandpa. Shen Qingqiu then smacks him with his fan and tells him to shut up.

While the Peak Lords and other members of Cang Qiong still don't really like Luo Binghe, they fall in love with Bingqiu's kid(s) and would most definitely die for their protection.

Ning Yingying is the kid's favorite babysitter. Ming Fan is heartbroken that it's not him even though he doesn't know how to take care of kids too well.

When Ming Fan finds out about the kid, he faints.

So does Yue Qingyuan.

It's a close call with Liu Qingge, but he manages to keep it together, looking very constipated and like he might start spitting blood.

Mu Qingfang smiles and offers congratulations. (One of the very few to do so.)

Mobei-jun has staring contests with the baby. No one is keeping track of the score, nor does anyone know about it. Really, Mobei-jun just stares at it and the baby stares back. Sometimes, the baby will reach out and smack him in the face. Mobei-jun does not react and just keeps staring.

Mobei-jun later tells Shang Qinghua he wants a baby and Shang Qinghua chokes on air so hard Mobei-jun has to pat his back.

Liu Qingge is actually one of their best babysitters. He has a lot of practice from Liu Mingyan. He sometimes holds the kid upside down by their ankle, but the kid always loves it. He's good at reading little kids.

When Liu Qingge babysits, he always ends up taking the kid on some sort of night hunt/adventure. The kid is always perfectly safe and never hurt in any way, but it always scares the shit out of Bingqiu. Liu Qingge is always super chill about it too like "No, nothing exciting really happened, just a normal day." "You took him/her to a den of demons to fight!!" And Liu Qingge just shrugs "I did that all the time with Mingyan."

On the flip-side, Liu Mingyan is one of the worst babysitters. It's amplified even more by it being Bingqiu's kid.

Yue Qingyuan is banned from babysitting. He's like the single uncle who has no idea how babies work. Shen Qingqiu tells him that they'll let him try babysitting again when the kid is older (with supervision for a trial run)

Shang Qinghua's not the best babysitter, but not a bad one either. The kid doesn't get into any big trouble or anything, but he's not the most fun babysitter. He doesn't really know how to act around kids so is super awkward with it.

Luo Binghe always worries that he's going to completely mess up as a father and ruin the kid in some way, even after they have the kid. Shen Qingqiu always soothes him and tells him he'll be a wonderful father and kisses his forehead.

Luo Binghe takes to patting their kids on the tops of their heads like shizun did to him when he was growing up (and still does)

Luo Binghe actually emulates Shen Qingqiu a lot sometimes when trying to be stern with their kids or in the cases of the headpats.

Shen Qingqiu notices this after a few years and asks Luo Binghe about it who replies something like "Well, Shizun did such a good job raising me, I figure that I should do what he did." and Shen Qingqiu is horrified. At himself mostly. And that Binghe would actually say it. He's still trying to get Binghe to stop calling him "shizun" in bed. This does not make him feel better about it.

Luo Binghe tells their kid(s) the same stories that his mother told him when he was a little boy and sings them the same lullabies. Shen Qingqiu watches him do this with a smile and tears pricking his eyes.

Shen Qingqiu does the same with stories and lullabies from his world, and Luo Binghe is fascinated by the strange songs and stories.

part 2

[captain-mj]

Dragon 2/3

There is going to be a third part

Ghost felt so heavy. His limbs were weighed down by the heavy chains. They chose to use iron and it burned his skin. It didn’t feel like his flames. The flames he loved. More like chemical burns. They wrapped around his wrists, ankles and his wings. He didn’t raise his head when someone came in. He stayed as a deadweight as he was dragged forward. 

Roba stepped in front of him, his shoes in his line of sight. “A young King just turned 25. How exciting, yes?” 

Ghost stared at him. Silent. Annoying. 

“I apologize, dear friend. I searched everywhere, but it seems you’re alone. No more dragons anywhere.” 

Ghost stared at him. Impassive. Horrid. 

“Which means you’re going to be my gift to him. I’ve heard he doesn’t find comfort in women, so I can’t give him that. Giving him a few men would be seen as shameful, understand? It’s best to give him you. A dragon. They consider you religious. Do you think yourself divine?”

Ghost did not. He felt painfully solid. His wings were thin from disuse, though his body still had plenty of muscle. 

Roba dug his heel into a weak point of his wing and Ghost bit his tongue. “Words, Ghost.” 

“No, sir.” 

“Good. Get him cleaned up.”

They used cold water. It tingled. So cold against his already cold body. Dragons were not supposed to be this cold. But the burning feeling in Ghost’s chest had faded to an ember. Only kept up by a stubborn need to live even when Ghost was accepting he’d much rather die. 

Alone. The word rattled in his brain. No one else? No others? How unfortunate. How sad. Ghost certainly felt alone here. But that was not a new feeling. 

They scrubbed his skin, blood dripping from wounds they opened with how careless they were. It felt good. In a weird way. Finally being clean was a huge plus too. They took his chains off carefully. Always keeping just enough on that he couldn’t escape. As if he would.

One of the servants kissed his cheek. Gently. A mockery of love. “Good luck.”

How would they deliver him? Whole? In pieces? Maybe they were cleaning him so they could dismember him and deliver him on a platter?

Ghost wouldn’t mind. Dying. He only hoped when the King was done, he’d get rid of his body. Burn it. Most likely, he’d be hung up like a trophy. At least, his wings would. 

Ghost fell asleep in the carriage. They had been keeping him awake lately and now he knew why. No matter how hard he tried, he just passed right out. 

Until his head was being dunked in ice water. How Roba even managed that was beyond him. He had been dressed while asleep. Simple loose pants. His chest was bare. More iron around his wrists and along his throat. 

“Don’t embarrass me. You understand. You’re a gift. Act like it.”

Ghost nodded absentmindedly. His eyes already glazing over. He had gotten used to the patterns in Roba’s cruelty. How would this new king be?

“His name is Soap. It’s his coronation and 25th birthday. They did a joint celebration.”

Soap. 

Soap….

What a weird name.

Ghost had his hair cut slightly, just enough to make it look nice again. It curled and kinked up and the person trying to make it stay down was getting upset. He ignored them and they gave up eventually. 

When Roba had taken him from the farm house, he had yelled for Johnny. No one had known who that was. He had screamed until his voice went hoarse. They said no prince in the area had the name Johnny. Did the human lie to him? Why? Being royalty meant nothing to Ghost. Him being a prince meant nothing. 

“Put your wings up. Need him to know you’re a dragon.” One of them hit him lightly and made him hold his wings up. 

They were heavy. They had never been heavy before. But right now, they just ached something fierce. Ghost felt them start to drag and one of them quickly corrected them. 

“Either hold them up or we cut parts of them off.” 

Ghost found the least uncomfortable way to hold up his wings. He tried not to let his eyelids droop. Exhaustion was getting to him. 

Then, he was marched into a room. Full of people. All of who looked at… at him. 

Why were they looking at him?

“King MacTavish! I hope I’m not late.” Roba walked forward and Ghost trailed behind him, feeling like he was being set on fire and not in a good way. “I brought you something?”

Ghost felt like the room was spinning. Was it spinning?

A thick accent. One he swore he heard before. It was talking but the room was spinning too had. His wings were drooping. They hurt. He was heavy. 

Someone was screaming. It was loud. High pitched. Maybe it was him. 

Roba’s voice. Full of pride. 

“The Last Dragon.” 

Ghost knew he wasn’t the one screaming. He was on the floor. A blade. There was a blade. 

More screaming. It was so loud. 

Ghost fell asleep. 

He missed Soap’s hate filled berating of Roba. The way he pulled out a weapon and threatened to cut him from throat to belly button. If he saw it, he’d be proud. 

Ghost only knew that when he woke up, there was not a single chain on him. That the ground beneath him felt soft. A blanket draped over his body. And he had been scrubbed clean in his sleep. He could tell because his skin tingled and smelled floral. 

Soap, his King, paced at the foot of the bed. Angry, violent footsteps.

Ghost had displeased him. Most likely by passing out. 

He didn’t move an inch. Simply waited. Maybe he’d calm down. 

Soap stopped moving. The deafening silence followed. 

Ghost bit his tongue as he felt him approach. Felt soft fingertips along his back. Along the bulk of his wings. 

“Simon.” 

Ghost felt him saying that name like a stab wound. “Ghost.”

“Ghost.” 

Hands through his hair. Gentle. A mockery of love. 

“Oh, Ghost. What did they do to you?” Soap asked him softly. 

Ghost’s eyes fluttered. “Johnny?”

“Hi.” 

Oh. He was a Prince. 

Ghost didn’t want to move. He felt tight. Like he’d break open if he moved too fast. 

Soap gently brushed his hair out of his face. “Look at you. Still so bonnie.”

His accent had gotten thicker. Ghost still flinched when he came too close to his face. 

He moved to instead stroke Ghost’s hair. He scratched his scalp gently and it felt so nice Ghost almost moaned. Instead, he went slack, letting Soap manipulate him how he wanted. 

Incredibly careful hands touched his body. Inspecting the cuts. The bruises. The now harsh scars that would never leave. 

Then came the kisses. A simple press of the lips over every one. Until Ghost felt so wound up, he was afraid he’d break apart. Shatter into a thousand tiny little pieces. A sob passed his lips and Soap pressed into him. 

“You’re okay. You’re alright.”

It was too much. 

“Please.” 

Soap pressed closer. His skin impossibly too hot and too cold. “What do you need? How can I help?”

“Stop touching me.” It was a risky move. 

Soap yanked back. “O-of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean.”

Ghost pressed his face into the pillows. “If you want something from me, just take it and go.”

“No. I’ll do nothing of the sort.” Soap said quickly. Ghost shuddered, wondering what he was planning. 

Was he still mad Ghost left all those years ago? Yes, it wasn’t on purpose, but that meant nothing to human. Or maybe he wanted to finish what he started all those years ago. 

The idea of Soap, or Johnny he supposed, pinning him down. Taking advantage of his weakness to fulfill his human desires. 

Wouldn’t be the first time. Soap was softer though. Weaker than your average human. Maybe he’d at least take it slow. That would drag it out though. 

“Are you hungry? You’ve been asleep a long time.”

Ghost tried to piece together how long exactly he had been asleep. He was hungry. So fucking hungry. 

“I’ll take that as a yes you are.” Soap rang a bell and someone brought them food. He started to situate the pillows, making them into a weird pile. 

Ghost watched him pat the pile multiple times before realizing he was supposed to sit there. He slowly moved and sat in front of him. Soap pushed him into it and… it was comfy. Really comfy. 

Ghost slowly melted into it, head tilting back. Soft underbelly exposed. 

Stab him. Cut him open. Bleed him dry. 

Soap did no such thing. He took the plate from them and knelt in front of him on the bed. “Just eat, yes?” There wasn’t much room for arguing. His hand was cupping Ghost’s jaw with the other holding bread, making it impossible to escape. 

Ghost opened his mouth slowly and he could see Soap counting his teeth. Some had been filed or broken, but his body would just make more. He’d have to remove some of them before he could replace them, but it would be fine. Ghost ate from his hand slowly, feeling intense shame from the act but an understanding that he wouldn’t be fed otherwise. It wasn’t the most degrading thing he had to do for food. 

Soap kept stroking his face. His chin, his cheeks, under his eyes. 

“Beautiful.”

Ghost was confused what he found attractive about his scar riddled body, but if he had his fetishes, he had them. He finished eating, starting to feel sick despite only getting a few mouthfuls down. 

Soap cupped his face fully, taking him in. 

“I missed you.”

Ghost didn’t look at him. 

“That’s okay. I’m so glad you’re alive. That I can see you again.” 

Ghost closed his eyes slowly.

Soap was feral. A bit like a puppy. He kept touching Ghost. His fingertips running over his wings. Presence all around him. He smelled so strongly of different things. Nice things, don’t get him wrong. Just overwhelming. 

Ghost opened his mouth but before he could even get words out, Soap was jumping up and down. 

“Need a drink? You must be thirsty.” Soap fixed him a glass of tea and brought it to him. He still had his crown on. And his coronation outfit. It was funny, seeing someone that looked so royal care for him. 

Soap’s red coat hit the ground, gorgeous against his white shirt. Ghost could see the intricate gold coloring and it took him a minute, but he realized it emulated his own gold scarring. The designs on the coat jumbled on the back, giving the appearance of wings. 

Did Johnny miss him that much?

Ghost hated himself for leaving. 

Soap hesitated. There were mere inches between them. It felt like nothing to Ghost and too far to Soap. Ghost felt smothered. Unused to such affections. 

Soap wanted to swallow him whole. 

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Wake up brain has come up with a semi Halloween concept

So I was reminiscing with a cousin about our field of screams trip last year and I remembered how the scare actors have real chainsaws without the chain on them so when they touch you with it it just vibrates (it vibrates a fuck ton, I've experienced it more than once, you can feel it in like your whole body) I went to bed and got reminded of that scene in TCM where Letherface hangs Morgan from a chandelier (I think) and cuts him in half. Which lead to the dream sequence of Sapnap making Dream help him build a haunted house because he's tall and Dream obviously hating every second so at some point, Sapnap wraps his hands in rope (or something) and hooks his hands on a beam or hook which dangles him to the point where he can only slightly get one toe on the floor. He then gets the chainsaw, makes a show of revving it up in the dark before just pressing the vibrating machinery against his tummy and watching him go berserk from every spot being attacked from the inside

happy halloween everyone <3 hope everyone is having a great october <3333

but anyway i. love this so much. i love the trope of a lee having their arms tied to something above them, especially for the dream team, its just such a good vulnerable position for them and they’d be so helpless and 🥰🥰

imagine the fight too oh my god?? sapnap would have to be Smart with it, bc he knows if he’s not dream would just get out of it in an instant and either run away or take his revenge right then and there, and sapnap would rather die than have to suffer the same fate, absolutely not, no thank you.

so he sets up a plan: he tells dream he needs help hanging the rope bc he wants to use it on george later in the day, a lie he knows will be convincing, and dream is more than happy to help. so sapnap gets the stepladder to be closer to the beam in the ceiling that he’s attaching it to, and he has dream hold the rope with his arms straight up in the air, one end dangling down to the floor and the other held by sap as he wrapped it around the beam three, four, five times, before tying the excess in an triple knot to the part above dream’s hands to secure it fully to the beam.

he pulls on it himself, then slides his hands down to the dangling section while he tells dream to pull on it too, making sure it’s secure, and then suddenly, completely out of nowhere, he begins wrapping the rope around dream’s wrists, in a figure eight shape so it’s extra tight and secure, and dream nearly jumps out of his skin with how hard he immediately starts pulling and fighting back. he screams obscenities at sapnap, asking what the fuck he’s doing, what’s wrong with him, to “fucking stop, sapnap, let me go, what the fuck, i’m gonna kill you”, anything he can think of while he’s straining against the rope and twisting his wrists, trying to kick the legs of the ladder sapnap is on or kick his ankles or anything like that, but he doesn’t get anywhere, and eventually the 6 and a half feet of leftover rope is secured around dream’s wrists and tied around the existing knot near the beam.

dream’s breathing heavily already, yanking and pulling at his arms and shifting on his feet as sapnap calmly gets off the ladder and moves it to the side, looking up to admire his work. dream looks down at him like a hurt puppy, fear and confusion on his face as he asks sapnap “what the fuck????” one more time, but sap just smiles and walks over to the pile of other decorations. dream has to turn around to see what he’s doing, struggling against his binding to do so, and he sees him emerge with the vibrating chainsaw and almost passes out. the interaction goes as follows.

“no.”

“i have to see if it works if we wanna use it later”

“i’m going to kill you with my bare hands”

“i can’t imagine that would be easy for you right now”

“fuck you???”

(smug ass smile) “yeah. sure <3”

and then the chainsaw revs, dream’s heart nearly drops out of his ass, he’s protesting and squirming and fighting every step of the way to get away from his inevitable fate, and then sapnap pressed the vibrating saw blade right into the side of his stomach, pressing perfectly into his hip bone, his tummy, the spot just above the waistline of his pants, and dream swears he could’ve screamed loud enough to sound like he was in an actual horror movie

his entire body tenses up, his hands shaking as they pull as hard as they can, until he goes almost completely limp apart from squirming, shaking his head, shifting on his feet, falling into helpless laughter as sap presses in harder, switching spots, getting his tummy, his ribs, his other hip bone, pressing it flat across his back at one point and making him squeal and arch so far forward he had to stand on his tippy toes.

pretty quickly tho, he stops, knowing dream has had enough and not wanting to make too big of a deal about his idea, only meaning for it to be harmless fun that leaves dream giddy and squirmy for a few minutes before they continue setting up. he puts the chainsaw away, after two more victorious revs of the motor that make him and dream both laugh at the ridiculousness, and he stands on his toes in front of dream to untie the knot holding his wrists in place. seconds later, he’s free, leaving the rope dangling to the floor and still secured to the beam

(for later use, dream reminds sapnap, and he’s not entirely sure who he means in that moment)

he takes dream’s wrists in his hands and presses a soft kiss to each one, his thumbs rubbing the red marks that were left from the scratchy rope soothingly, and dream smiles and pulls him into a hug, his body letting go of the leftover tingly feeling from the tickles. his face is still flushed pink and the smile on his face seems permanent, but he feels calm enough to admit it was kind of fun

and, well… if they walk george through their creations later, showing him every decoration and detail and giving him the full “immersive experience” as they call it… then maybe that’s an extra bonus.

but don’t you worry, the rope got more than two uses in the end <3

[luffythinker]

Cider x Deku: canon divergence.

What if they meet much earlier?

When Deku was still on high school and had to suffer the bullying from Bakugou pretty regularly. In this scenario I imagine the notebook incident happening, except when Deku goes to the school ground after the exit time to recover his notebook from the font, and he starts mumbling insults to Bakugou thinking he was all along during that hours when the school is closed and empty. Except...

Bakugou: Did you say my name Deku? (he appears almost from nowhere with a menacing smile and small sparks are already forming on his hand)

Izuku screams and fall to the ground after spin on his ankles too quick. He looks at Bakugou wondering how much the blonde hear about his little angry rant.

Bakugou: No, no go ahead. Continue what you was saying damm nerd!

Izuku: K-kachan wait...! (he almost can't talk)

Little they know someone was observing the whole situation.

...

Cider and some members of his little gang were having a very lazy day, no robbery or fights with other rival gangs. Today it was just smoking and drinking cheap beer in the grounds of a public school they probably will fill with graffiti at some moment out of boring and for "mark territory".

A time later after the school brats abandoned the area Cider and his fellow gang members were still around when something catch his attention, a very distinguishable head with emerald green hair that belong to a student entered the grounds behind the school.

The boy was small, too small even for a high schooler and his posture certainly didn't do any favors, it made the boy look even tinier which was a bit funny to Cider. The green boy walked looking at the ground, apparently talking to himself so he never noticed Cider and his friends.

Cider was going to ignore the whole thing entirely, after all he wasn't in the mood to robbe the kid and he doubt he could get to much from him anyway. But there was something that make him feel different from that small green boy and the sad yet frustrated expression he could catch even from that distance.

And then he noticed someone else was approaching from behind the green boy, a blonde and bigger boy who also wears a school uniform except that by his psycho smile he could pass as a legit villain.

The blonde clearly was intimidating the green small boy and Cider could see what seemed like a fire or explosive quirk. Wasn't even illegal attack other civilians with you quirk? (Cider doesn't care but still)

In any normal circumstance he wouldn't have give the situation any importance, it wasn't his problem after all. But something make Cider think it wasn't like any other situation and judging by the fear expression of the green boy isn't like he was going to defend himself from the angry blonde.

Without think too much about it Cider made a sign to his pals and he put his mask before approach to the two students.

...

"Hey kid, this guy is bothering you?" a voice asked from behind Bakugou and Izuku

Both of them turn around to see a small group of teenagers, not much older than them but wearing suspicious mask on their faces. Their appearence didn't scream exactly "villains" but they weren't the most friendly looking either.

Bakugou: Who the fuck are you?! (asked very loud with more mini explosion of his hands)

Cider stare at Bakugou.

The mini explosions were interesting but ultimately Cider didn't feel intimidated at all. He had deal with far worse things than a middle school bully.

Cider: (sigh) Look bitch I wasn't talking to you, but why mess with this kid anyway? He's not even fighting back.

Bakugou: Eh?! HOW DO YOU CALL ME?!!! (He was practically boiling in rage) DIE!!!!!

Before Bakugou could jump creating a bigger explosion to attack the light blue haired boy, a big wave of water created from the same font hitted him.

Katsuki was pulled back really hard and hit the ground totally wet, before he could recover Cider was running at him and he punch the blonde so hard that a stream of blood immediately gushed from his nose.

Bakugou quickly fell unconsious by such impact.

Cider: Poor whiny bitch...

After that he turned back to the boy.

Cider: are you okay kid?

...

Izuku was in shock, it was too much things happening at once. But mainly how the stranger attacked Katsuki just for defend him, and he even created a big wave of water that easily... darn if only he had his notebook with him right now.

Cider: Kid? (asked again while extending his hand towards the green boy)

Izuku: Oh! Oh... oh ye-yeah (he mumbled while trying to look at the stranger blue eyes) Thank you sir... (he took the stranger hand and stand up from the ground)

Now Cider could get a close look of the green boy he got surprised by the eyes that match that hair. The boy eyes were so pure and bright as two giant emeralds, and those adorable freckles...

Cider: Hey kid don't call me like that, I'm not even 20 you know? (he tried to make a joke to cut the tension a bit) Anyway you're fine now. Ah... this is yours by the way?

He had the burned notebook on his other hand, offering it to Izuku.

Izuku: Oh yes! Thank yoy again... eh...

Cider: My friends sometimes call me Cider, that's all what you need for now kid.

Izuku: Oh okay... I'm Izuku Midoriya and thank you for all what you did.

In that moment the stranger... no Cider, slowly take of his mask. He was smilling softly.

Cider: Whatever you want kid. You should go home, and if that little psycho gives you problems... you know we can always come here after your school to remind him there's more from where that punch came hehe.

Izuku blush a bit.

Cider is a pretty handsome teen and he was acting so nice and protective with him, something he never thought he would experience from someone.

Izuku: I hope to see you again (he offered a shy smile before turn around and start run in the opposite direction still a bit ashamed) goodbye!

Cider laughed a bit before he and his goons start walking out of the school terrains. Bakugou was left behind there obviously.

Cider: Hehe, kids...

He didn't notice his own blush while thinking on the beautiful smile of that cute green hired boy with big eyes. Izuku...

Cider also wanted see the kid again for some reason.

UGHHHH IM OBSESSED WITH THIS

Actually i quite enjoy the 'izuku meets a villain who saves him from bullying in middle school and eventually, they fall in love' trope !!!!!

I love this really, can see Cider walking around the school sometimes to make sure izuku is okay and see if he's not having any more trouble, checking u on him without letting izuku see him (or at least he thinks so) until one day izuku catches him and asks how many more times is he gonna appear like that, and if he keeps doing that they might as well talk lol

they slowly build a friendship, cider teaches izuku how the basics of fighting and keeps saying he shouldn't let other bully him and he needs to start standing up for himself

i guess we could even make them lose contact for a bit and then eventually meet as student hero and villain and be like ???? yo what are u doing here ???

ANYWAYJHDKJDFKJD i love the setting u built here and i would lowkey dye for a proper fic of them

[hobaworld7]

Hello again! You've mentioned to feel free to send requests, so here i am)

I kinda feel like mine would be a little lame. But i am a fan of a good old angsty-argument-with-good-ending trope. Maybe if you have inspiration for that, you could've come up with something

❤️

BTS Reactions Hyung Line - An argument with your boyfriend

Pairing : seokjin x reader / yoongi x reader / namjoon x reader / hoseok x reader

Genre : angsty argument with a good ending

Warning : Yoongi's kinda an asshole, some fluff, mention of d3@th of a parent, cursing, morphine used, work accident.

Summary : You have an argument with your boyfriend, but you can stay mad at him, either can't he stay mad at you.

Disclaimer : BTS doesn't belong to me okayyy.

A/N : I had so much fun writing this, please do not hesitate to send request!! The maknae will come too soon!

ENJOY ARMY. @rainypainting

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SEOKJIN

Your boyfriend was on tour with his member. You were living alone in his apartment for three weeks now. You loved being alone, sleeping in his bed and everything. But you still missed him a lot. You were video-chatting every night, falling asleep on the phone.

Until the day you hurt yourself at work and had to go to the emergency room. You were climbing a ladder and loose balance, broking your phone in the accident. You hurt your ankle pretty bad since it took all the shook of your fall. Since it was late in the day when it happen, they had to keep you in observation for the night before doing a cast in the morning. It was the day Jin was supposed to come home but you were on high pain medication so you fell asleep at 8pm, not worrying about anything, completely high on morphine.

You woke up when you heard your name being scream.

-Where is Y/N?? Tell me where she is!!

You mumble something.

-Babe, i'm here.

Still half asleep.

-Mister please calm down, who are you?

-I'm SeokJin, her boyfriend! Her work called me to tell me she has an accident, where is she?

-She is in the room 403, but please stay calm, she is on morphine and probably asleep by now.

The door opens and the light hurt your eyes. You groaned and pull the comforter over your face.

-Hmmmm, close the door please.

He closes the door and hurry to be by your side.

-Babe are you okay? What happened?

-I just fell down a ladder and broke my phone. Just hurt my ankle a bit. Nothing much.

-You should've call me! I would've come to be with you. I was worried when you didn't call me and then your work call since i'm your emergency contact. Babe I was so worried.

He gently hugged you.

-Show me your ankle, is it bad?

-No, not bad at-

He removed the comforter from your legs. Your ankle was swollen and dark red with some blue because of the bone you broke in your foot.

-BABE! IT LOOKS SO BAD! You broke your feet and say that you hurt yourself a bit?! Are you in pain? Babe its blue!

-The doctor says it is normal, they'll put it in a caste tomorrow morning.

-Y/N please be careful in the future. I was worried to death.

He push you on the side of the bed so he can cuddle with you. Careful to not hurt your broken feet, he put one of his arms around your shoulder and hold your waist with the other one.

-I'm not leaving you.

-But your tour-

-It's done anyways, i'll take a week or two off to be with you.

YOONGI

Your boyfriend just started his career in the music industry. You were barely seeing him. He was working two part time job and training every time he had a free minute. You love him so much, you truly does but damn it was hard on your relationship. You were always staying silent, encouraging as much as you can. Making some meals for him and his members but today, today he made a big mistake and you couldn't forgive him just yet.

It was the one year memorial for your mother. She die last year from cancer when you started dating Yoongi. He never met her but he knows how important she was for you and that dinner was too.

You were waiting outside of your childhood home, freezing during this early November night. You called Yoongi three times already. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. You decided to close your cellphone and just talk to him when you get home.

The night went great. It was very emotional but it was good to see all your family and friends together, celebrating the amazing women that was your mom. Your dad drop you off at your apartment and thanked you. You hugged him and went into your building apartment. Once you were in front of your apartment door you could hear some cheers and loud noises. Yoongi was on the couch with Hoseok and Jimin. He turn his face towards you when he heard the door and when he saw that dress he realized he fucked up. He closes his phone and completely forgot about the memorial.

-Jimin, Hoseok. Out. Now. Yoongi will call you later. Thank you.

You sounded angry and it kinda scared his friend so in less than a minute they were out of the door. You took off your high heels and without caring about the noise it would made, throw them by the door.

-Why Yoongi? Just why? I only ask you one thing! To be by my side on the one night I need you! I always support you, and tolerate all your nights away. Why?

-I'm sorry Y/N. We had a big day and I wanted to relax-

He fucked up once again.

-Yoongi! I needed you tonight. I really needed you by my side.

The tears were running down your cheeks.

-Please, could you pay attention to me for once? Could you, please, love me for once? And support me? I fucking hate you Yoongi!

He was angry. Why were you thinking that he didn't care about you? He was working and training so hard because he wanted to give you the best futur possible. He was doing it for you and him.

-If you hate me that much, why the fuck are you still hear Y/N!? Leave if you hate me. I guess we weren't meant to be!

You drop your bag and go to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You spent the night crying in your bed, hugging his pillow. You know that your reaction was because your feelings were hurt. You were so scared to get out of the bedroom and see that Yoongi left.

It was around 7am when you got out of bed. Your face was all puffy and you were wearing his shirt, his hoodie and his short. Yesterday you were really angry, but sleeping without him by your side was hard so you wear his clothes to help you. The apartment was still dark because the curtains were all close. You walk to the couch to see Yoongi deeply sleeping, hugging a pillow, like it was you he was hugging. You took the pillow and gently throw it on the floor. Yoongi mumble something, but stayed asleep. You decided to lay on him, your eyes still teary. He suddenly wake up when he felt your presence on him. His arms went around your shaking body and he hugged you like you were a fragile piece of paper in a thunderstorm. He wasn't about to let you go away from him.

-I'm sorry Y/N. Tell me what I can do. Forgive me my love please.

He kissed your forehead and stroke your back. You start crying again, mumbling some incomprehensible sentences.

-Yoongi, I love you. I'm sorry.

He kissed again and again your face and hug you tightly.

-Don't be, please, it's my fault. I love you so freacking much Y/N.

NAMJOON

You started dating Namjoon a few weeks ago. You knew him since high school but since he became a superstar early in his life, you lost contact. You met again two months ago during an high school reunion and realize you both used to have feeling for each other. As times passed, you realize you were still in love with him. His caring personality, his goofy laugh and just every part he is. He was working hard as a leader of a group and a solo artist and you were busy with your study. Exam week was coming for your med school and you were spending as much time as you could studying.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, you drank your coffee and started studying. Your cellphone was on do not disturb and you forget to tell your boyfriend. But he knows you were studying and you were so concentrate in your books to bother. The day passed and then the night too. You barely eaten or left your desk until you heard someone knocking hard at your door.

-Yeah! Wait! I'm coming!!

You put on a hoodie and went open the door, just to see an angry Namjoon.

-Babe, you oka-

-Why didn't you answer my text? I was so worried Y/N! I texted you all day! I was trying to contact you between my dance and singing lessons. I couldn't focus properly because I was scared something happen to you.

You look at the time and the thousand texto you receive in the last 12 hours. Okay, he had every rights to be worried. You really fucked up. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss his lips.

-I'm sorry babe.. I was studying and didn't saw the time passing. I should've text you.

-Please, communicate with me next time. I need to know what you are doing when you don't answer in a long time because I get worried something happened to you. And I can't focus when I am worried for you my love.

-I'm sorry Namjoonie, won't happen again.

He hug you and stroke your hair for a bit.

-I guess you didn't eat a lot today? So what about a break and we can watch a movie and order some food?

-Sounds amazing Namjoonie.

HOSEOK

You always danced. Since you were almost three years old you were taking dance class. Now you were a reputed dancer in the Asian industry. You have your own dance studio and the wait list is more then a year long. But last month, you hurt your leg pretty badly. You tore one of your ligament in your right leg. You did a lot of physio and took some pain meds. It was getting better but you missed dance so much. It was getting pretty bad on your mental health.

Your boyfriend knew it and he was trying to distract you and take care of you as much as he could. In the past month, you didn't leave your apartment. You were miserable. You missed dance so much.

One night, when Hoseok was away, you decided to go to your studio to start practicing dance again.

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You were laying on the floor. Your knee was hurting a lot even after just one dance. But you wanted to get better rapidly so you got up again, ignoring the pain and start dancing again. You moan in pain when the door open to let a Hoseok worried enter.

-Babe, what are you doing, you shouldn't be dancing for another month.

-I wanna get back soon. I have to practice so my knee heal!

Your movement were jerky. Your body was shaking because of the pain in your leg. You fall on the floor after a failed attempt of a dance move. Hoseok runs toward you and held your body near him. You were exhausted and in pain.

-Y/N. You can't do that again. You can't dance. I know dance is all you love but please, you need to take care of your body. You need to rest.

-I can't- I can't stop dancing Hoseokkie. Dance is all I know, all I love. I need it to escape my thoughts, to gain money. I need dance to live.

-I understand babe, but you are sabotaging yourself right now and I can't accept that. I can't tolerate you, hurting yourself.

You stand up, with difficulty.

-No you don't understand Hoseok! I can't rest for another month. I can't feel your worried look every time i get up of bed or every time i start exercise to get better. Leave, leave if you can't support me!

-Y/N, I'll never leave you okay, but right now you can't continue like this!

He approached you and put his arms around your waist. You leg was hurting so much. You buried your face in his neck. He put his arm on your back and get down to put his arms around the back of your knee. He lift you up like a princess and get you out of the studio.

-I love you Y/N, and I'll always be there for you. But right now, you need to rest a bit okay? I'm not leaving your side for an entire month if I need to make sure you stay in bed and heal your leg.

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Masterlist is here if you want to read more of my imagines!

Maknae line (In writing)

THANKYOU ARMY

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#16)

I check up on Mahavir first thing, then breakfast. There’s time to eat something warm before I worry about what to take back to him. Or should I be worrying about what everyone’s eating? Considering the distribution of cooking skills at this point.

Which I will never get used to.

Either way, I don’t go for anything more exciting than instant miso and a banana. By the time I'm out of the kitchen, Aidan’s started his own soup at his table.

Or, at least he’s staring at a spoonful of it.

“.......”

“You, uh. Need me to throw that back in the microwave, or.”

“...”

He stares a moment longer before blinking and actually meeting my eye.

“Oh, no, it should be fine as is. I just need to muster up the appetite for it, haha.”

He resumes staring. Don’t see any mustering happening here.

“Maybe the Nurse’s Office has something to help with appetite? I’ll go check.”

He quickly drops the spoon in favor of an enthusiastic “cut it out” gesture.

“No, no, no! There’s no need to fuss over my precise pace of eating.”

"I need to grab something for Mahavir, anyway, so it’s not much fuss. One sec.”

I set my stuff down and take off before Aidan can stop me.

“Fuss, huh?” I’m thinking there’s not enough fuss over that guy. Too injured to use more than one limb and still trying to lead the whole march himself?

Though he may be the most put-together mentally. Doesn’t completely override the physical context, though.

...

I swipe Mahavir’s burn ointment first.

“Not much left, is there.”

But it should be fine, right? As fine as it was ever going to be by itself. He needs proper medical attention.

And Kanagi broke her ankle, and Tsunyasha... suffered. No telling what kind of damage we’re looking at all around.

We have to get out of here.

But I can’t get caught up thinking that. I’ll do what I can do, right now. 

There aren’t many relevant drawers to check, so it doesn’t take long to find an appetite stimulant.

“Okay. Good.”

Aidan’s health problems sure won’t improve if he doesn’t eat, so. There’s this.

I drop it off. Aidan’s protests die down quickly, now that the fuss has already been made. He thanks me unhappily, and I leave him to it as I eat my own breakfast. 

Hard to say how much difference the meds make. Not sure how long they’re supposed to take to kick in, even. But by the time I’ve put up my dishes and put together something for Mahavir, half of Aidan’s soup is gone. It’s something.

Enough that he reminds me not to forget the ointment I left on the table. Genuinely none of us are all here anymore, huh.

No need to dwell on that, though. Places to be, people to see.

Knock, knock.

“Mahavir? Brought your food.”

“...”

“.......”

About two seconds before I can start panicking, I hear heavy footfalls. Not heavy enough to be a whole person falling down, but not much better.

Maybe I should have him rest somewhere else until curfew. Then he won’t have to keep opening the door for me.

But he manages this time.

“......”

I start to hold out his plate but don’t quite make it there.

“Hey. Think you’re in shape to move back to the Nurse’s Office?”

“...”

“If not, don’t push it.”

“.....”

“Perhaps...”

Extremely convincing.

“How about we just see how you feel after breakfast?”

He nods.

At least I don’t have to feed him by hand, but he doesn’t eat with much gusto.

Head trauma’s the last thing he needs when he was already full of burns to repair. As far as I could tell, he at least doesn’t have a concussion. Unless he did pass out those few moments I was too busy thinking Kanagi had just killed him, but he swears otherwise. Not like his treatment would be much different, anyway.

“.....”

So it won’t do me any good to dwell on what happened yesterday. Just... keep up with today.

Mahavir gets through his breakfast eventually, and after a considerable effort on my part to make sure, he promises he can walk to the Nurse’s Office. So away we go.

I pause as we pass the cafeteria door.

“Actually, I’ll drop off the dishes while we’re here. Wait outside?”

“Of course.”

I hop inside, wave hello to Kanagi, dump the dishes, and hurry out before Mahavir can go on without me.

He’s already gone on without me.

“You’d better at least be headed where I said we were going.”

Watching my step for any paint splatters that might still come up, I turn the corner to the main hall, but apparently Mahavir’s made it past here, too.

Well, vanishing is less concerning than collapsing a few steps in front of me. 

Marginally.

I take the final corner, and...

“Good, there you are.”

But he doesn’t respond—just stands there stiffly. I assume it’s a pain or disorientation issue, until I look again.

No one moves.

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[idiotwithanipad]

Gore AU: First meeting

This is kinda like a POV of multiple characters, an OC of Mine, Amy and @moonah-rose's OC Silver.

(In my Gore AU, all the ghosts memories and mental states are warped due to trauma and time. They're constantly in the mindset they were in moments before their deaths)

...Amy...

Dad isn't watching. I don't know where he is, don't have a clue. He told me he was going to do a sweep of the downstairs to check for 'guards'. He says that a lot. But there's never any guards. He's paranoid, all the time. Whenever he isn't paranoid, he just tells me how precious and important I am. He's not my dad. Not really. But he thinks he is, he's fucking convinced. I never even met my real dad, haven't got a clue who is was. But he keeps telling me that he wishes he could've been there when I was born, that my 'mum' was very private and didn't like him much.

I can't go home. I can go up the lane and past the trees and the gate, but then I just end up backwards looking at the place. I'm stuck. I can't go home. When I try to leave, dad just brings me back. I miss my mum. My real mum. She was a complete bitch most of the time but she's still my mum. I hate it here. I miss my friend Shan, I miss my room. I wanna go home.

Dad hasn't come back yet. Why am I even calling him 'dad'? I can't remember my real mum's name, I need to get out. I can hear something. Is that dad? Is it safe? I don't like it when it's loud. I don't like people shouting. Why do people have to shout? Why can't they just shut the fuck up and go take their problems out on something else?

That's not dad. It's singing. Is that a woman?

...Silver...

It's so good being awake again! Best part is my cheeks aren't cramping anymore! Usually they start cramping by day two. I love it at night, so many lovely sounds! All the crickets and owls and birds and wind! Mummy says that my hair looks beautiful in the starlight, I'd look if I had a mirror. It's not as beautiful as mummy's hair though. THOSE are locks to DIE for!

I can hear mummy by the lake again. I'll go to the grass and dance around for a bit, flatter ground means more space to dance! Don't fancy twisting my ankle on a tree root. More people should dance around at night, it's underrated as fuck! No problems, no creeps cat calling, win win!

Sometimes mummy holds my hands and we skip around in circles, but mummy's hands are sore because she works hard to look after me, a shame really, she's a good dancer, better than me. Sounds like the crickets are cheering me on! Haha, I bet they're having a right laugh! I wonder if crickets can dance? I'll have to give thanks to Demeter for giving them nice grass to sit in!

Hang on. That's new. What's that? Smells weird. Did mummy bring me sweets? I can smell them. It's sugary sweets! No. That's not sweets. It's too artificial to be sweets. Or fruit. What the fuck is that? Wait... I hear footsteps? New friend?!

... Amy...

There's some girl out here. She's twirling around on the lawns. Is she drunk? What the fuck? Who is that? I've never seen her before. Is she just ratassed and has NO idea where she is? Off her face on drugs? Can she see me? Some people don't even see me when I wave. I'll just go check. If I could call out and ask, I would. But I can't. If I open my mouth, that drink comes up. I can't talk anymore, it hurts too much for me to do that. I can't breathe either. I can't fight my own corner anymore. So I LITERALLY hide behind dad now. It's pathetic. I HATE having to rely on people, but I'm scared. I can't fight anymore.

Okay... She's stopped dancing. She's looking over here. She's smiling. Does that mean that she can actually SEE me right now? She's really really smiling, she can see me! Hey! Hey! Over here, you have to help me! I'm trapped!... Wait... What's up with her nose? It's bleeding like fuck. AND her ear. She must be drunk, she's walking like she can't see.

But she's smiling at me, so she MUST see me, right? I'm waving but she just keeps smiling. She's like a happy-go-lucky Walking Dead extra, what the fuck is going on?

... Silver...

A new friend! I can hear their footsteps! New friend! Come here, wanna be friends?! I have one friend but he pretends like he hates me! I can feel your aura already, you seem fun! A little on the quiet side, but better than nothing.

Come closer, new friend, I don't bite! Can't you tell how happy I am? I can smell your snack, or is it a drink? It smells sweet as fuck, is it coke? Nah not coke. Pepsi? Nah. Red Bull? I don't know what the hell it is, but I want it! Can I try it? I can hear it fizzing so it's GOTTA be some brand of pop.

Oh shit! Sorry new friend, nearly poked your eye out then. That IS your face, right? If it is I'm sorry. I can't really see very well, maybe I need glasses? Haha! Aww you got a cute little nose! Squishy lil' cheeks! Big owly eyes, seriously sorry if I poked one of them, haha! Gods, your hair is soft! I bet it's pretty!

... Amy...

Hey! That was my fucking eye! I've tried pushing them back in but they just come back out! I'm already self conscious as it is, you-!...oh, she's blind... I can see her eyes now, they're clouded. But she IS a ghost. She can touch me, it doesn't make me wanna vomit when she touches me.

She's dressed like me, a little. I'm digging the hair, hate pink though. I'd have electric blue. God, she's grabby. How the hell am I gonna talk to her? I can't open my mouth of she'll be drentched. Hello? Anyone? Help!

... Mary...

I doth hears my darling girl's cries of joy. How they lightens the darkest of nights. The pride I feels when she takes to her heel and dances for the trees and the birds. I goes over and weeps tears of such joy when she doth do her singings.

No. Hang ons. She doth speak. The creature doth prowl off to his own spot far away. Who doth she speak to? If it be some devil or some beguiling beast of hell, they shalls burn like the rest! I swears it! Be God as my witness, I will makes them burn!

That be not a demon. That be a girl. I seen that girl before. She doth dwell on the inside of the house. The cloaked one claims her. She lost? She been sent on dirty works? She doth look fearful. My darling girl would'st never harm a fly even it it hath no wings!

... Humphrey...

All clear for now. Sophie will be pleased... I hope. I might get a slap to the back of the head, but that's fair enough. At least she got to safety before the guards got in. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they hurt her. Yeah, we've got our differences- and language barriers, but who doesn't?

Anyway, better go let Amy know it's safe. Wouldn't have though Sophie would've given our daughter an English name, but the disguised female guard that brought her to me called her by that name, and she's never objected to it so it MUST be her name.

It's alright, Poppet, daddy's back. Won't be long now till-...Poppet? Amy? Amy, love?! Amy! Where'd you get off to? Don't scare your old dad, now, Poppet! Come out, yeah? I know you miss mum, I do too, she won't be long! Let's just go watch those TV things and wait till she gets back! Amy? Amy, love, you'll give your dad a heart attack if you carry on. Come on, answer me, Poppet! Please! Amy, where are you! Oh god, oh GOD, WHERE-...Oh no... I recognize that girl. She's been sent by the witch....

[msfbgraves]

The offer

“Daniele.” Michael stood up, opened his arms. “Piccino, come in.”

Daniel didn't move, only tightenend his fingers around his hat. “Where is everyone? Apollonia?”

“She's gone out to get lunch,” he said, a warm smile on his face. “She left us food, though. Come. Sit!”

“Pop not coming?”

Michael sighed. “Daniel. What have I done to you?”

He looked down. “Nothing, Michael. Why?”

“Then why do you treat me like an enemy?”

He breathed out. “I don't mean to.”

His brother came to him, embraced as warmly as when they were boys. “I know I hurt you once,” he said. “And you know I didn't mean to. When will you forgive me?”

Daniel looked up, saw the pain in the eyes of his brother was as real as ever, too. “I don't mean to hurt you, Michael.” He kissed his cheek, bowed his head. “Perdonami.”

Michael stroked his arm, laid Daniel's head against his shoulder. “Life has been hard on you these weeks again, hasn't it?”

Daniel took a deep breath. “It hurt. Hearing what Terry did that night.”

Michael took his hand. “That's why I asked you here. Come, Piccino. Sit.” Daniel let Michael take his hat and coat, something his brother would normally have left to Apollonia; Daniel would have done it himself earlier only that he'd never met Michael here alone. Little Tonio was nowhere in sight, baby pup Mary either, they must be with their mother – who had never not welcomed him, son at her ankles, daughter on her hip, scolding little Tonio to let zio Daniele come into the kitchen before demanding kisses.

The room felt cold without them.

Michael was warm too, with them, or at Daniel's own home – he loved his little nieces and nephews, pockets always full of money for candy and toys; he always had an earnest look at their artwork and a listening ear for their adventures. Michael missed nothing – no information too trivial to go to waste on him. But the way he held Daniel's pups on his lap was always warm and genuine and it made Daniel feel guilty as all hell.

So he sat, let Michael bring him a plate of chicken cacciatore. It really was a marvel of a dish, possibly because of something Apollonia did to the polenta. She'd die before she'd tell him, of course.

Michael raised his glass. “Your health, Daniel.”

“Salute, begli occhi.”

Michael laughed. “Pretty eyes? You're one to talk.”

Daniel sniggered back. “Why did you always hate that nickname? They are very pretty.”

That vague smile and of course no comment. Yes, OK, Daniel knew what they said about beta boys with beautiful eyes, but honestly. Nobody would have meant it that way growing up – Michael hadn't even presented when aunt Lisa started saying it, and Michael always was beautiful. More boys could stand hearing that in Daniel's opinion.

Leave it to Michael to feel targeted by such an innocuous remark.

“You're very beautiful too, Daniele. People have never stopped saying it.”

“Stop. You're making my head swell.”

That slight smile. “Your youngest, Luna. How old is she now?”

Daniel blinked. “I'd believe that question from anyone, Miguele, but didn't you buy that balloon with a giant seven on it?”

He nodded. “You see more than you want people to know, isn't that right, Piccino?”

“I think you're the master there, Michael.”

Michael's eyes crinkled. “Ah, Daniele – you could do great things, I've always believed that.”

Daniel ducked together. “You think it's easy, keeping seven pups happy?”

His brother's tone softened. “No. And you do it well. In a strange place too.”

Daniel took another sip of wine. “Not strange anymore. I've learned to drink stout.”

Michael frowned. “Why?” He reached out a hand before Daniel could think of a reply. “You know you can always come home.”

Daniel blinked. “I know.” He looked around. “I'm here.”

“Not often enough, caro.” He leant back. “He doesn't like you coming, does he?”

Daniel swallowed. “Terry doesn't stop me.”

“Daniel.” The word had a very heavy emphasis. “You've done well.”

“Thank you, Michael,” Daniel said, no less pointed.

Michael looked him up and down. “You might have another litter yet, isn't that right?”

“Maybe,” Daniel said slowly, hand on his heart. “God willing. Though we have been very well blessed, grazie a Dio.”

“You could love ten more, I'm sure of it.”

Daniel looked away. “Maybe Apollonia won't have as many, but Michael, I'm sure...”

He shook his head. “Don't worry about me, caro.” He was silent for a moment. “But you. You must have been lonely.”

Daniel breathed out. “Not for a long time now.”

“Is that right?” Michael stood up, walked over to him. “Not even now?”

Daniel ducked together. “We'll get past it, Michael.” He stood up. “Thank you for telling me. About the girl. And her mate.”

He nodded. “Always, little brother.” He was quiet. “And yet you still suffer.”

“I'll be f -”

“I'll not have you suffer, Daniele.”

Daniel looked at him. He moved a hand to his bitemark, felt it warm against his palm, his fingertips.

“You can't help me, brother.”

“I could bring you home.”

He closed his eyes. Bit his lip. “I have a home.” He looked at him then, defiant. “I've built it.”

“On threats and tears.” He embraced him again. “That can stop, Daniele.”

He loosened himself. “What does Pop say?”

Michael smiled. “Pop's an old fashioned man, but he'd never refuse you.”

“You haven't discussed it, then.”

“Not today.”

“There is nothing to discuss!”

That deep well of sadness in his eyes. “You'd have him shame you, then, fratellino? Again?”

He stepped back. “You are shaming me now, Michael!”

“No.” He took his hand. “You gave yourself so we could live. Let us repay you.”

“No -”

“You'd have suitors, men and women, who'd never dream of hurting you. New pups to love. The debt repaid -”

“You are not killing my mate!”

Michael made an irritated movement with his hand. “Daniele, per Dio, don't say such things!”

“So you don't have any candidates lined up for me to marry?”

“You could have your pick of Alphas. Betas. Good people – ”

“Rich and well connected people, Michael, am I right?” He walked towards the door. “Please, where's my hat?”

Michael frowned. “Do you know how it looks, Daniele? To not retaliate now?”

He turned back. “I'm sure you can handle it, Michael. Excuse me, I must leave -”

“Why do you protect him?”

He shook his head. “I swore to love him. Before God!”

Michael walked forward again, wrapped him in his arms. “I swore to kill him if he hurt you,” he whispered. “Daniele, let me help -”

Daniel hugged him back. “I'll pray for you...”

Michael pulled back, looked at him. His eyes were glistening with tears. “We should have fought for you,” he said, eventually.

“Yes,” Daniel answered. And then: “Forgive me. I need to go home.”

Michael took his hands. “Stay safe, Piccino.”

Daniel sighed, heart heavy.

“I'll try.”

[fuckthisshitimin]

So I wrote a second chapter.

The Morning After Sebastian Fen Died

“Did you sleep well?”

It looks like a kind morning after — and this is how the tales go, sunlight seeping through the window’s shades, coffee and a mess of hair on Angelo’s still sleepy head. His tone is almost awake, but the words are slow on his tongue and his eyes aren’t fully open yet. It’s the morning after the end of the world or something, the morning after Sebastian died and he hates to disappoint. But he can’t lie.

“Eh, not really. But you seemed properly knocked out.”

“I guess that I was.”

It takes a moment of silence, a moment for Angelo to accept the coffee he was offered and to take a look around his own kitchen. The empty glasses and pizza boxes. The taste on his tongue is delightful. He remembers why the silence is uncomfortable. “Where are the dogs?”

“They started getting excited and asked to go out. I, ah, I found your keys in your jacket— they acted like they could, so I assumed it was okay. I didn’t really want them to wake you up, either. Was that… not okay?”

“No, no, you did good. And the coffee is excellent, too. Thank you, Sebastian.”

“Sure.”

Angelo is disappointingly fast to wake up completely, his movements more precise each second as Sebastian steals moments of his routine. Opening the door and feeding the dogs, letting the light in and it hurts Sebastian’s eyes but he won’t stop looking at the man he loves. He steals a picture, and he probably should have asked if he could, but it’s too late anyway. He won’t publish it, he knows. He turns his recorder on, it’s almost a reflex. “So, I better get out of your hair. I guess.”

He put on his shoes when Angelo helped himself to an apple. His jacket, though, is still in the hall.

“Are you so eager to run away from me?”

“Well I don’t get why you’re not running away from me.”

The dry sound of porcelain setting down on the counter, a sigh, a tinge of exasperation drizzling in the air. “Here I thought I made myself clear. I want you here.”

“And that makes no sense. I’m like literally your kryptonite, and I broke your trust, you said it yourself.”

“I also said I forgave you.”

“You— I was about to die, that was… a scary moment.”

“To say the least. Do you mean things said in this ‘scary moment’ are too emotionally biased to count as true?”

“I don’t believe you forgave me.”

“And I do not believe you love me.”

It feels like a punch, right through Sebastian’s stomach. He said that. He knows— he might have listened to that recording one too many times through the night. Angelo said he’d believe him, if he said it to his face, in person, which he deliberately hasn’t. Maybe it’s best like that. It feels the worst, though.

“Shit.”

He winces. A lunge towards him, a presence by his side.

“Are you okay?”

“Fuck, Ange, you’re making this so hard. I do. Love you. I’m… I’m pretty damn certain that I love you, and I can’t have you without putting you in danger. I’m not worth the hassle.”

This conversation seems to run in circles. Unescapable and heart tearing. “Touch me.”

“Ange, your ankle—”

“Fuck my ankle.” It’s so strange to hear him swear, Sebastian has to laugh. “Take my hand, Sebastian.”

“I— I don’t… I don’t know, okay?” Or maybe it was the start of a cry. Breathing is getting hard again.

“Okay, it’s okay. I’ll ask you the same question you asked me. If I was to kiss you, right now, would you let me?”

“Yes.”

Obviously. There is little in the world that would be more obvious. There is little in the world that Sebastian wants more than he wants— a breath near his face, the smell of coffee, fingers brushing his cheek, settling on his jaw. Angelo’s eyes too close to be clear, dark and deep, and soon the softness of his lips, warm over his own.

It is slow when Sebastian’s pulse only knows to get faster. A hand slides down his neck, fingertips over the artery, and it is not possible to stop himself from kissing Angelo back, readjusting his posture and finding a grip on steady hips, anchoring him when he feels he could melt away. It’s not the kind of kiss that should make him dizzy— but his head is underwater when the unshaven hair on Angelo’s chin brushes against his skin, when a disequilibrium brings the other man closer again, almost leaning on him, and he wishes his noodle arms were stronger, for he could take Angelo off the floor, sweep him off his feet and hold him up against his chest for a long, long, time. Instead he pants against his lips, and Angelo sighs there, and there is a buzzing between them, a contempt hum, a wince that forces Sebastian to pull back.

“Your ankle?”

A soft whimper, misplaced on Angelo’s lips. “Yes. I am… afraid I am not quite used to pain at all.”

There are tears in his voice, but his eyes are clear— or rather, so clouded with joy and desire that nothing else seems to make it through. “No shit. Which ankle? Lean on me, we gotta sit you down.”

“The right one.”

Sebastian groans, thinking that even though Angelo couldn’t feel the pain, he drove with a broken ankle, and that can’t be a good idea, regardless of augmentations. He arranges himself below Angelo’s shoulder, and they limp together to the couch, followed by the curious gaze of Zeus. Apollo is the first one to catch one still, leaping on the couch the second Angelo is sat down, his paws digging on Angelo’s stomach, who lets a muffle moan escape his lips as Sebastian lets go of him.

“Apollo! Softly, come on boy. Daddy’s pretty sensitive now, so slowly. Down, down.” A pacifying caress on the dog’s neck, and that’s where Sebastian’s hand finds Angelo’s. Buried in fur and exalted. “Are you okay?”

His eyes are wider than Sebastian has ever seen, gleaming with joy, and his lips, slightly parted, start to stretch into a smile. “You are so soft.” He isn’t even looking at Sebastian, trying to catch his dog’s eyes instead, and the podcaster steps back, for now, sitting on the small table. Angelo taps the cushion on his other side, calling for Zeus who is quick to join in, and there is a long moment where caresses are given, and obvious statements are made. Well statements Sebastian found obvious. Your belly is so warm. Your tongue is soft. I can feel you breathing. I can feel your heart beneath my fingers. Such a good boy. Such good boys. This is where you like the scratches better. Your skin is harder there. Your skin moves on your ribs when I do that. Your breath is warm. Oh, this hurts. Don’t bite. You are so perfect.

It's only when he checks the recording that Sebastian knows this moment lasted over an hour. When it happens, time isn’t something he feels at all. The utter joy spluttering out of Angelo’s voice is infectious, and even more infectious is the doubt, the grief. “For the firs time in decades, I felt rain on my face…”

“How old are they?”

The insistent cuddling made the dogs too excited to stay put, and they ran through the door as soon as Sebastian opened it. They run near the lake.

“Nine years old.”

His smile is softer now, but he seems high on a cloud still. And the grief settles in Sebastian’s heart, proportional to the other’s joy. “So you never…”

“No. It’s… the first time. Thank you, Sebastian.”

“Hell, shit, fuck, holy… Ange. You… you pet them all the time. You fucking hug them.”

“Well, yes. They do require physical affection.”

“And all this time, you felt nothing?”

“That is not true. I am very grateful, and very fond of Zeus and Apollo. They trust me to provide for them, and I am… eternally amazed by this. Seeing that I am able to make them feel loves gives me great joy and pleasure.”

“Ange…”

“But no, I never… physically felt that I was touching them. Are you crying?”

“Selfless bastard.” There is another swear under his breath as he finds a spot on the couch again. Knees almost touching. He doesn’t want to overwhelm Angelo. Their knees brush. Angelo winces. Bad leg, right.

“I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not selfless. I wanted to have dogs— my desire to own living creatures is selfish, and providing any less than I do would be absolutely careless and irresponsible. Can you hand over that cushion next to you? Thank you.”

He puts it down on the table, wincing once again, and Sebastian’s hand easily find their place beneath his knee. “Let me help.” A surprised gasp, and his other hand slides down Angelo’s shin to find a sturdier grip. “On three?” A nod. With a little more wincing, the leg is secured and settled down. “And you are the best human for these dogs. I’m sure they would agree.”

“They are partial to me.”

“Yeah. Because you cared for them so well. Being cared for by you is a dizzying experience in receiving.” Sebastian moves around to sit on his something-not-defined-yet’s good side, and maybe he does need to hear it. “You are selfless, in that you give a lot of you to others. Just a few people, but I guess giving that much to plenty would be exhausting. And you don’t expect anything in return, just that they do not betray you. Which I did. I am, again, sorry.”

“I forgive you.”

Sebastian nods. It’s hard to accept it. “Thank you. If you ever trust me again, I won’t break it.”

“I’m sure.”

“And I’ll try not to run out on you.”

“I am glad.”

“Would it be okay, if I put my head on your shoulder a while?”

“More than. Please, do.”

He does. And if he feels Angelo shaking, he doesn’t say a thing.

Tender, sore muscle

A Night Shift Podcast fic, spoilers up to the end of season 1.

read on ao3

“Did you get hurt, in any way?”

The drive to Volta’s place had been — not silent, but talkless. Music softly playing on the car’s radio and their breathing, even softer. Words had bubbled behind Sebastian’s lips, threatening to burst out but lacking coherence, so for once, he kept them to himself. But now —

Now there is no music, Zeus and Apollo yapped when they entered, making the lack of conversation all the more obvious and Sebastian didn’t want anything more than to hold Angelo. Angelo, who doesn’t stop from his way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to reveal an unopened bottle of white wine. Something akin to a laugh brushes his lips.

“You should know by now that I am unable to feel —”

“This is not what I asked.”

Afficher davantage

[miekasa]

bad romance

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au (well i guess that’s open for interpretation lmao), modern au—college au?, explicit smut, mentioned/implied virginity

+ summary: friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school is probably a bad idea. friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school who you’ve also been in love with for the past seven years—all for the purpose of her gaining ‘experience’ so she’s not nervous to do it with some other guy she has a crush on—is probably a really bad idea. levi ackerman is not known to make great decisions.

+ word count: 3.5k

+ notes: truth be told, i don’t even know if i like this; i took this from an outline/draft of a series i’d planned but know i’ll never complete. it’s kind of unedited too heh, also if you’re a minor pls do not interact 

Levi doesn’t think anything of it when he finds you on his doorstep on a rainy Saturday evening. It’s very much like you to show up unannounced and attempt to drag him into whatever activity you want to do that day. He’s fairly certain that Hange picked that up from you. Someone should tell her that it doesn’t work so well unless it’s you tugging on his arm sleeve and interrupting his otherwise peaceful evening. 

So, for a while, everything is normal. You make fun of him for his use of, admittedly overpriced, organic butter when he toasts you a bagel; he makes jabs at you shuffling around his apartment like a semi-wet chihuahua, and all is right with the world.

Until it’s not. Because half-way into whatever stand-up comedy Netflix special you’d persuaded him into watching with you, Levi’s had enough of your nervous ticking. He doesn’t know if you think that he wouldn’t notice, but he does. And he knows it’s not the result of you still being wet or cold from the rain, seeing as you’ve long since dried off and warmed up. 

You’re focused on the show (ironically, focused to a point of distraction), you’ve been twiddling your fingers since it started, and you’ve been fidgety since you stepped foot into his house. Quite frankly, he finds it insulting that you think he wouldn’t know something’s up by now.

So, he bends his knee, turns his body towards yours, lifts his elbow to rest atop the edge of the soft, and presses his cheek into his palm: “Alright, spit it out.”

“Huh?—What do you mean?” You look at him with wide, startled eyes. He looks back at you with unamused, expecting ones.

You crack a nervous smile, attempting to laugh off his command as incredulous, but instead, your voice comes out in what sounds like a pathetic attempt to cover up a lie—probably because it is, “What? Can’t I spend sometime with my favorite, surly psychology student?”

Levi scoffs at your batting eyelashes. The look he throws you seems to do the trick as you drop your facade with a sigh and shift yourself to face him on the couch too, your bent knees almost touching.

“Alright, fine, you got me,” you sigh, hands resting in your lap, “You, um... you know how you said you’d help me with, like, uh... sex and stuff?”

Levi raises an eyebrow. Of course he does. He watches as your eyes dart around the room waiting for his response. It’s cute as heck, and if the topic of conversation at hand weren’t about to get so compromising, he’d have probably teased you about it.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… okay, so, you remember Jean, right? The guy I told you about?”

Levi hums. Yeah, he remembers Jean, but only because you can’t seem to shutup about him, not because he’s particularly memorable otherwise. He seems to be kind of a prick and a huge idiot, if you asked Levi; but, that’s kind of his default impression of most people. 

“Jean and I hung out yesterday, and it was normal, you know? We just talked and ordered food and watched a movie,” you rub your palms along the fabric of your yoga pants—another nervous tick he’s been observing, “I don’t know if it was a date or not, because he didn’t say it was, and I don’t want to assume, but Marco keeps saying it was, and that Jean wants to actually ask me out.”

Levi blinks. “And?”

“And if he does ask me out—or even if he just… I don’t know, wants to try something the next time we hang out, I don’t want to look like a complete idiot!”

He refrains from letting a noticeable grimace take over his features; and washes away the unsettling feeling in his stomach with a nonchalant comment, “I doubt he’ll try anything on your first date.”

“But what if it’s not a date! People hang out just to hook up all the time.”

“I thought you wanted to date him?” Levi questions, but his it comes out as more of a deadpan statement.

“I do,” you answer, your response a little delayed and drawn out, “But, I wouldn’t mind just sleeping with him, either.”

“Bold statement from someone who’s never slept with anyone before.”

“Have I told you today that you’re an asshole?” you roll your eyes at him, “Come on, Levi, you know what it’s like to just want someone, but not want them, don’t you? You’ve had one night stands before.”

That’s true, Levi knows it, but it’s different. He wasn’t actively seeking advice from his friends about how to pursue and potentially please his one night stands because none of that mattered—well, the pleasing part, probably, but not the pursuit, or the feelings that came with it. Besides, Levi hasn’t felt the desire for any of that in a long time.

“That’s not the same,” he responds, trying to dismiss the muddy feelings crawling up his throat, “Look, if your Jean guy gets horny when you’re hanging out, just make out with him—make him jizz his pants or something.”

“That’s terrible advice,” you frown, “Plus, he’s probably done that with a million other girls.”

“Probably. Sex tends to repeat a few basic actions here and there.”

“For a psychology student, you sure are a terrible makeshift therapist, do you know that?”

“That’s not even the kind of psychology I study, never mind that I never asked to be your therapist.”

Levi takes great amusement in your huffing and the frustrated pout settling into your features, though he does his best to not let his own smile shine through. It’s probably futile; you can probably see through his facade, anyways.

“I just don’t want to bore him, Levi.”

Any trace of his smile vanishes as those words leave your mouth. Levi doesn’t retain much about this Jean guy you keep going on about, and he doesn’t care to in all honesty—but maybe if he did, he could understand why you’re so hellbent on pleasing the kid.

Levi doesn’t like it, not one single bit. His own feelings for you aside, he doesn’t like how Jean has managed to worm his way into your head and make you think that he’s deserving of any kind of affection from you, whether it be platonic, romantic, or sexual. Because he isn’t; Levi might not know him, but he knows that much. 

Still, he sympathizes with you. He understands the pressure of navigating dating and hookup culture, especially in a university setting; never mind the additional expectations set on you as a girl. It’s shitty, all of it; the stupid feelings, the sense of uncertainty, the dumb-ass college pricks. You shouldn’t have to deal with any of that. 

“You won’t,” is Levi’s simpler response, “Just don’t crush his dick in the process.”

“I wouldn’t do that, fuck you.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve never been the most coordinated person in the world,” he taunts, “If that’s what you came here today to ask me to help you with, it’s fine.”

“Really?—I mean, okay, I know we said that’s okay, and stuff, but I didn’t know if—well I don’t know what’s on the table or not? I do want to do that with you, but I also wanted to know if we could do… more? But I didn’t want to ask for too much and make you uncomfortable! Do we need a lesson-plan of sorts, because I can make—”

“You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Stalling,” Levi tells you, “You know, how when you get all nervous and ramble, then run out of breath or things to say, then get super quiet, and let the conversation die and be awkward again.”

You throw daggers his way with your eyes, and Levi has the audacity to smirk. “Forgive me, it’s not every day I ask my best friend if I can suck his dick for practice.”

“You can,” Levi replies, a little too nonchalant for the situation at hand, “If you want. I don’t mind. As for a lesson plan, that’s weird as shit, so don’t do that.”

“Really? I can?” you question again, an ironic child-like glimmer of joy in your eyes.

Levi chuckles lowly at your enthusiasm—your appreciation is so genuine, he finds it nothing short of adorable. And oddly enough, he’s a little turned on by it, too.

“Yeah,” he nods his head shallowly, “You can.”

You still have that gleam in your eyes, but Levi can feel the hesitation creeping up on you, and offers his guidance before he loses you to a shell of yourself. He shifts over to you just a bit, loosely holding your right wrist in his grip; holding eye-contact, he carefully pulls you up to stand in front of him.

“You can start,” he says, slowly tugging on your wrist, “By getting on your knees and taking off my pants.”

By the time he’s finished speaking, you’re already kneeling in front of him, and the sight is already enough to have Levi semi-hard in his pants; an almost embarrassed flush washing over his body as he comes to terms with the fact that he’s thought about this visual more times than he cares to ever admit.

You fumble with the zipper of his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers to pool around his ankles. Your actions are careful and calculated, but you seem comfortable—maybe not with your skills, but with Levi.

His eyes stay glued on you, when you finally hold his length with a single hand, the other resting hot on his thigh. He leans over again, this time to rest a comforting hand on the back of your neck, eager to wash away any remains of your nervous resolve.

“Start slow,” he instructs, feeling your thumb swipe along the head, “Just move your hand up and down a bit, like—ah, yeah, like that.”

You seem follow his words carefully, focusing on the way his dick jerks in your hand. Levi observes you carefully and mentally notes that while he’d have liked it, not making out with you before this was probably the right call—he’d probably have creamed his jeans before this could have begun.

“You can grip it harder,” he tells you. You listen, applying slightly more pressure to your grasp; and it makes Levi groan, short, but strangled, above you.

“Okay?” you question, the genuine concern in your voice enough to make Levi’s gaze soften.

“Yeah, that’s—you’re doing good,” he says, rubbing his thumb against the nape of your neck habitually, “Twist your hand a little when you go up, you can—fuck, okay, yeah, that, like that.”

You snap your head up to look at him when he lets a moan slip through; nothing but pure enthusiasm and satisfaction dancing in your eyes. Levi grits his teeth when you do it again, your thumb sliding over the tip when you reach the top of his dick, and, Christ, you’ve got to stop looking at him like that.

You work your way into a steady rhythm, letting Levi’s moans guide your movements. You feel him harden to full length under your touch; and when he does, you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist around the length and squeezing just a pinch harder at the tip, without instruction.

He watches through lidded eyes, using his thumb to press lightly into the back of your neck. You move your free hand from his thighs, eager to add it to the mix, but Levi freezes.

“Nuh uh,” he shakes his head.

It prompts you to stop your actions, tilt your head and look up at him, and Levi doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so sinful. Your complete focus on him, neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling under your lashes; your position makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between.

“What—did I do something wrong?” you ask with wide and innocent eyes that make Levi feel bad for worrying you, yet send an erotic pulse throughout his body.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, fingers treading into the hair at your nape.

He’s setting himself up for failure, and he knows it, too—because, really, who agrees to teach a friend how to suck dick? Having you on your knees in front him, crane into his touch, and keen to all his desires, does nothing to mask the painful fire in the pit of his stomach.

It’s stupid to be this hungry, this possessive over you when he knows you come to him in hopes to learning how to please another man. But one, precious thought is enough to cloud over all of that, enough to put that sadistic smirk back on his face.

“You said you wanted to give me a blowjob, right?” he questions, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth at the shallow nod of your head, “Okay. Open your mouth for me, yeah?”

He barely pushes the tip past your lips when your head dips forward, tongue peeking out to lick the very top. Levi sucks in sharp air between his teeth, relaxing into the couch when your head bobs further, enclosing the tip of his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice hoarse when his hardened cock rests against the velvet wet of your tongue, “That’s it—just keep going, like that.”

He watches intensely as your head bobs onto him. It’s hot and wet and so much more than he’d imagined it would be; and he’s not too shy to admit he’s imagined this with you. He moves his hand to brush away the flyaways of your hair, smoothing them back and tangling his fingers at the back of your head. He carefully guides your movements.

It’s slow and steady, and normally, it’d take him a while to cum like this, but with the visual of having you on your knees for him, Levi can feel a faint warmth of his orgasm already beginning to bubble inside of him.

“This is okay, right?” you pull back, a thin line of spit trailing from your mouth.

“Yes, yes,” he answers immediately, unaware of his tightening grasp on your hair.

With a shy smile, you continue, taking more of him this time and carefully gauging his reactions. You move your head further down, testing your own limits, until you feel like you’re choking. You pull back again, with an embarrassed cough.

“Don’t push yourself,” he says softly, rubbing soothing circles into your neck with his fingers, “Guys can’t actually tell the difference between a regular blowjob and being deep throated, no need to choke yourself.”

“Wait, really?” you ask, resting you bum against your heels.

“You seem so surprised.”

“That’s just so… disappointing,” you crinkle your nose, “Men and porn make deep-throating seem like the end all be all of giving head.”

Levi chuckles in genuine amusement, “Well, it’s not, trust me. If any guy insists on being deep-throated just to cum, he’s a fucking liar. He’s getting off on the submission, not the actual feeling.”

“The submission?”

“Getting someone to be willing to listen to them, telling them what to do, how to please them,” he shrugs, “Makes you feel like you’re in control.”

“And that… that works?”

“Yeah,” Levi says, “But, judging by the tone of your voice, and how willing you were to suck my dick three seconds ago, I’d say the idea of being dominant doesn’t really appeal to you.”

You scrunch your nose again, “Does it appeal to you?”

Levi pauses, thinking over his answer, before giving you a simple, “Yeah. Most of the time.”

“Oh,” you hum, “I… I don’t think I’d like that.  I think I’d rather be told what to do, seeing as I don’t really know what I’m doing, anyways.”

“Ironic, considering you’ve never once listened anything I tell you do.”

“I was listening when you told me how to suck your dick,” you correct him, “You seemed to enjoy that.”

Levi pauses with a raised eyebrow. You don’t seem to back down, that matter-of-fact smirk on your face still mocking him. He leans over slowly, using his right hand to guide your head closer to him, and uses his left hand to grab your jaw between his fingers.

“You can be such a fucking brat, you know that,” he all but whispers, pursing your lips together in his hold, “Since you like listening to me so much, then shut up, and we can finish what you started.”

You blink, staring at him with a wide-eyed expression. He’s right that under any other circumstance you’d probably run your mouth off about him telling you what to do. But something about the way he knows what he wants and tells how he wants it makes you listen without an argument.

You nod, slowly wrapping your lips around the tip again, and bobbing along his length. Levi’s breath hitches when you hollow your cheeks slightly, a rough hand pressing down on the back of your neck.

“You’re really—god, okay, you’re good at this, you know,” Levi praises you, letting his right hand resume its position at the back of your neck.

If you had any doubts before about being submissive, the look on Levi’s face seemed to have wiped them away. Watching him throw his head back, his fingers gripping at your nape, his cock in your mouth—pleasing him seemed to be enough to please you, too.

“I wanna make you cum, Levi,” you voice your thoughts, letting a hand lazily jerk him off in the mean time, “Tell me what I have to do to make you cum.”

“If you keep going, I’ll cum,” he answers too quickly, a groan slipping through his words, “Trust me.”

“Come on, Levi,” you push, rolling your thumb over the slit of his dick. It makes him inhale sharply; you’re getting a little too good at that; at all of this. “Can—I mean, do you wanna cum in my mouth?”

“Shit, shit. Don’t say shit like that,” he curses, blunt nails raking and scraping at your scalp, “You don’t have to—I can just—”

“I want you to,” you tell him earnestly, “Please?”

Fuck, he was pretty fucking certain he’d told you to stop saying shit like that. Levi bites the inside of his cheek, paces himself; uses both of his hands to hold your head gently, while you use yours to wrap around his cock.

He grunts with a shake, and rolls his hips up, pushing himself further into your mouth, but not so much as to hurt you. It’s soon after that hot strophes of cum wet your tongue, and Levi lets you lazily jerk him off until you’ve milked his orgasm.

The room is silent save for his low moans and the squeaking of his thighs against the leather couch. When he’s finished, he slouches back, looking at you through hooded eyes, sweaty and panting, when you close your mouth and swallow.

You use your fingers to collect any remaining cum from his softening cock, and hum contented as you put your fingers in your mouth. Levi locks eyes with you again, cheeks flushed as you pull your digits out of your mouth, and he has to grip at his own thigh to gain the self-control to not get hard again.

You’re going to be the fucking death of him some day.

He shakes his head when you move backwards with a cute smile and pulls his boxers up, then his pants as best his can, not bothering to zip them up. When he’s done, you stand to your feet then straddle him on the couch, laughing lowly at his post-orgasm haze.

He doesn’t think twice about the way your hands clasp at the back of his neck, or the way his find their way to rest on your hips. You grab ahold of his jaw with both hands, holding his face in place. He thinks you’re going to lean in, but you don’t; just stay like that, your eyes roaming his glassy eyes.

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me all day?” he questions, lips pulled into a knowing grin.

“Can I?” your question makes him frown in confusion, “Dunno, I heard some guys don’t like that after getting head.”

“Bunch a fuckin pussies,” he grumbles, leaning forward to close the gap between your mouths. He can feel you smile into it, and mimics your grin when you begin to press short, repeated kisses against his lips.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

He laughs when you continue to press quick kisses on his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You kiss him on the cheek, wet and dramatic. “Love you, Levi.”

Your face is right in front of his, but he averts his gaze, a different kind go warmth spreading throughout his chest when you flash a smile at him. He lets you kiss him again, longer this time, but still slow and sweet. He likes the feeling of you resting against him, affection lingering on your tongue when you kiss him.

It’s dangerous, but he likes the way you spark a fire in him. Sweet or sinful, it makes him feel boneless, wanted, loved.

Levi leans forward, rubbing his hands up your sides, and captures your lips in another languid kiss before pulling away to peck the corner of your mouth. “Love you, too.”

And he means it of course, but if Levi thought he had it bad before, he’s in deep shit now.

[distilled-prose]

Holly Butcher posted her advice to the world, 24 hours before she died of cancer. This was her message... A bit of life advice from Hol: “It’s a strange thing to realise and accept your mortality at 26 years young. It’s just one of those things you ignore. The days tick by and you just expect they will keep on coming; Until the unexpected happens. I always imagined myself growing old, wrinkled and grey- most likely caused by the beautiful family (lots of kiddies) I planned on building with the love of my life. I want that so bad it hurts. That’s the thing about life; It is fragile, precious and unpredictable and each day is a gift, not a given right. I’m 27 now. I don’t want to go. I love my life. I am happy.. I owe that to my loved ones. But the control is out of my hands. I haven’t started this ‘note before I die’ so that death is feared – I like the fact that we are mostly ignorant to it’s inevitability.. Except when I want to talk about it and it is treated like a ‘taboo’ topic that will never happen to any of us.. That’s been a bit tough. I just want people to stop worrying so much about the small, meaningless stresses in life and try to remember that we all have the same fate after it all so do what you can to make your time feel worthy and great, minus the bullshit. I have dropped lots of my thoughts below as I have had a lot of time to ponder life these last few months. Of course it’s the middle of the night when these random things pop in my head most! 1) Those times you are whinging about ridiculous things (something I have noticed so much these past few months), just think about someone who is really facing a problem. Be grateful for your minor issue and get over it. It’s okay to acknowledge that something is annoying but try not to carry on about it and negatively effect other people’s days. 2) Once you do that, get out there and take a freaking big breath of that fresh Aussie air deep in your lungs, look at how blue the sky is and how green the trees are; It is so beautiful. Think how lucky you are to be able to do just that – breathe. 3) You might have got caught in bad traffic today, or had a bad sleep because your beautiful babies kept you awake, or your hairdresser cut your hair too short. Your new fake nails might have got a chip, your boobs are too small, or you have cellulite on your arse and your belly is wobbling. Let all that shit go.. I swear you will not be thinking of those things when it is your turn to go. It is all SO insignificant when you look at life as a whole. I’m watching my body waste away right before my eyes with nothing I can do about it and all I wish for now is that I could have just one more Birthday or Christmas with my family, or just one more day with my partner and dog. Just one more. 4) I hear people complaining about how terrible work is or about how hard it is to exercise – Be grateful you are physically able to. Work and exercise may seem like such trivial things … until your body doesn’t allow you to do either of them. I tried to live a healthy life, in fact, that was probably my major passion. Appreciate your good health and functioning body- even if it isn’t your ideal size. Look after it and embrace how amazing it is. Move it and nourish it with fresh food. Don’t obsess over it. 5) Remember there are more aspects to good health than the physical body.. work just as hard on finding your mental, emotional and spiritual happiness too. That way you might realise just how insignificant and unimportant having this stupidly portrayed perfect social media body really is.. While on this topic, delete any account that pops up on your news feeds that gives you any sense of feeling shit about yourself. Friend or not.. Be ruthless for your own well-being. 6) Be grateful for each day you don’t have pain and even the days where you are unwell with man flu, a sore back or a sprained ankle, accept it is shit but be thankful it isn’t life threatening and will go away. 7) Whinge less, people! .. And help each other more. 📷 Give, give, give. It is true that you gain

more happiness doing things for others than doing them for yourself. I wish I did this more. Since I have been sick, I have met the most incredibly giving and kind people and been the receiver of the most thoughtful and loving words and support from my family, friends and strangers; More than I could I ever give in return. I will never forget this and will be forever grateful to all of these people. 9) It is a weird thing having money to spend at the end.. when you’re dying. It’s not a time you go out and buy material things that you usually would, like a new dress. It makes you think how silly it is that we think it is worth spending so much money on new clothes and ‘things’ in our lives. Buy your friend something kind instead of another dress, beauty product or jewellery for that next wedding. 1. No-one cares if you wear the same thing twice 2. It feels good. Take them out for a meal, or better yet, cook them a meal. Shout their coffee. Give/ buy them a plant, a massage or a candle and tell them you love them when you give it to them. 10) Value other people’s time. Don’t keep them waiting because you are shit at being on time. Get ready earlier if you are one of those people and appreciate that your friends want to share their time with you, not sit by themselves, waiting on a mate. You will gain respect too! Amen sister. 11) This year, our family agreed to do no presents and despite the tree looking rather sad and empty (I nearly cracked Christmas Eve!), it was so nice because people didn’t have the pressure of shopping and the effort went into writing a nice card for each other. Plus imagine my family trying to buy me a present knowing they would probably end up with it themselves.. strange! It might seem lame but those cards mean more to me than any impulse purchase could. Mind you, it was also easier to do in our house because we had no little kiddies there. Anyway, moral of the story- presents are not needed for a meaningful Christmas. Moving on. 12) Use your money on experiences.. Or at least don’t miss out on experiences because you spent all your money on material shit. 13) Put in the effort to do that day trip to the beach you keep putting off. Dip your feet in the water and dig your toes in the sand. Wet your face with salt water. 14) Get amongst nature. 15) Try just enjoying and being in moments rather than capturing them through the screen of your phone. Life isn’t meant to be lived through a screen nor is it about getting the perfect photo.. enjoy the bloody moment, people! Stop trying to capture it for everyone else. Random rhetorical question. Are those several hours you spend doing your hair and make up each day or to go out for one night really worth it? I’ve never understood this about females 📷. 16) Get up early sometimes and listen to the birds while you watch the beautiful colours the sun makes as it rises. 17) Listen to music.. really listen. Music is therapy. Old is best. 18) Cuddle your dog. Far out, I will miss that. 19) Talk to your friends. Put down your phone. Are they doing okay? 20) Travel if it’s your desire, don’t if it’s not. 21) Work to live, don’t live to work. Seriously, do what makes your heart feel happy. 22) Eat the cake. Zero guilt. 23) Say no to things you really don’t want to do. 24) Don’t feel pressured to do what other people might think is a fulfilling life.. you might want a mediocre life and that is so okay. 25) Tell your loved ones you love them every time you get the chance and love them with everything you have. 26) Also, remember if something is making you miserable, you do have the power to change it – in work or love or whatever it may be. Have the guts to change. You don’t know how much time you’ve got on this earth so don’t waste it being miserable. I know that is said all the time but it couldn’t be more true. Anyway, that’s just this one young gals life advice. Take it or leave it, I don’t mind! Oh and one last thing, if you can, do a good deed for humanity (and myself) and start regularly donating blood. It will make you feel good with

the added bonus of saving lives. I feel like it is something that is so overlooked considering every donation can save 3 lives! That is a massive impact each person can have and the process really is so simple. Blood donation (more bags than I could keep up with counting) helped keep me alive for an extra year - a year I will be forever grateful that I got to spend it here on Earth with my family, friends and dog. A year I had some of the greatest times of my life. ..’Til we meet again. Hol Xoxo”

anyway, there it is

[spicysoftsweet]

girls’ night, interrupted - sanzu x reader, kakucho x reader, takeomi x reader

cw: MINORS DNI, three separate povs, dubcon, kidnapping, restraint, blindfolding, yandere elements, somnophilia (listen this is actually gonna be way softer than it sounds i promise)

a/n: i was trying something out here so this is short and semi meant to be targeted? idk, greetings to @anubai @souyawn @sanophiliac​

You’re not sure if you’re the first one to awake.

Yet your head is hazy like there’s a lingering fog, something deeper than the drinks you and your girls indulged in the entire night, laughing and smiling as though there were no care in the world. Something else feels wrong, and then you realize it’s the darkness present before your eyes; you would reach out to remove the cloth that obscures your vision, if you hadn’t just realized your hands are restrained. Maybe it’s satin, maybe it’s rope - you’re too dizzy to confirm.

There’s something else. While your legs are also bound at the ankles, you can shift just enough to stretch out your legs on what feels like soft linens. A mattress. Your head rests against a headboard.

And one more thing, your legs graze against another soft pair of legs on either side of you. You’re not alone here. 

Your mind races and your heart pounds.

There’s the sound of a door creaking open and this seems to sober you up immediately. 

“W-who’s there?” You manage to eke out, now exquisitely aware of your vulnerability. You shift backwards until your back hits the wall and swallow hard. If you had the use of your arms, you’d have your hands out before you.

You can feel a new weight on top of this bed and against your better judgement, you start to scream before a hand clasps on to your mouth to stop you. Your cries die in your throat.

It’s hopeless, you think for a moment, before you hear a familiar chuckle.

“Damn, you got a pair of lungs on you. Then again, I would know.”

Your eyes widen as recognition hits you like a truck, and as the blindfold unravels to reveal your boyfriend, scarred face grinning in the psychotic way that he does, you wish he could untie you faster so you could slap the living shit out of him.

“Sanzu! The fuck is this-”

He presses a finger against your lips, then kisses your forehead.

“Not in front of company, sweetcheeks,” he says, sickeningly sweetly, and it’s then that you realize that you’re not alone. Turning, you could see your friends beside you, one sprawled on her back, spread-eagle, besides you and you’re thankful that she went for the jumpsuit tonight rather than the cutout bodycon dress she’d been eyeing for weeks. Your other companion is turned on her side, snoring louder than you’ve ever heard her in your life, but at least her coochie isn’t hanging out either. 

You turn back to Sanzu and glare.

“Is this a complicated way to ask for a foursome?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. He genuinely looks confused.

“No, I just don’t like being ignored and neither do they.”

You had agreed to turn off your phones for the night.

He glances backwards and you can see the forms of your girlfriend’s partners also appearing. You can see Kakucho roll his eyes at Sanzu briefly before he rounds the bed to carry his sleeping girlfriend in his arms. You notice that he unties her immediately while you’re still rope bunny-adjacent. 

“This wasn’t my idea,” he mutters to no one in particular but maybe to his slumbering love, stroking her face gently before he disappears out of the room. You wonder whether or not you should be concerned - there’s more than a couple legal rules being broken here but these are gang members after all. 

Dangerous. Like your Sanzu.

“I don’t know why I bothered listening to him in all honesty,” Takeomi adds additionally, scooping the other woman besides you into his arms. She wakes up, takes a good look at him, murmurs something unintelligible and falls right back to sleep, nuzzling against his chest. There’s a soft glow to his cheeks as he watches her, and maybe there’s a little bounce to his step as he exits the room.

So now you’re left with Sanzu, whose grin is wide and gleaming.

He settles one knee on the bed and licks a long stripe at your cheek first, which has you shudder, before kissing your lips. Sanzu’s lips and tongue move in perfect synchrony with each other and with you, and that slightly diminished haze of alcohol and fear seems to settle right back in. You wonder if he has poison on his tongue, or maybe he’s just toxic to you. 

You don’t even realize that he’s working the restraints around your wrists. They aren’t being loosened - rather, they’re being affixed to the middle of the bed.

“Sanzu!” You hiss once he detaches from your mouth and you remind yourself to breathe. Your pants are soft and heavy, and you can feel warmth starting to radiate from your center. He does take apart the ankle ties before pushing your legs apart.

“Mmm, princess, I do really like seeing you like this,” he croons. A couple of his fingers trail at the wet spot of your panties, nudging back and forth before he walks them back up and snaps at the waistband once, making you wince at the sharp twinge.

Relishing in your helplessness, he swipes his thumb at your bottom lip with one finger and pushes inwards, applying pressure to your tongue, while pulling down your panties.

“You went out drinking last night, huh?” He muses. “Well, I want a drink, too.”

He says this as he plunges to indulge from the spring between your legs.

---

When you wake up, Kakucho’s hands are stroking the sides of your face, softly, idly. One of his hands has passed through the deep v-neck of your top and is laid comfortably on the mound of your right breast, as he checks through emails on his phone.

You’re still asleep and he’s particularly impressed on how you sleep through anything. Then he wonders…

He sets his phone down and exposes more of your chest, letting his mouth close around your nipple and sucking softly while playing with the other nipple in his hands. It’s unbelievable to him that drugs weren’t involved, and he’s possibly a little angry that you got this drunk. The thought of someone else being able to get you this vulnerable pisses him off more than a little. 

He bites, and you make a sound but you don’t wake up. 

He’s incredulous, and so he continues to undress you, thumbing the bud of your clit, and this time you do respond, your legs clamping together (not completely, now that they’re met with the resistance of his hand) and a soft whimper leaving your throat. Emboldened, he continues to move circles around your clit and around the walls of your cunt, relishing in the squirms and muted moans that tumble out of you. 

Fingers intertwined with yours, he thrusts his tongue down your throat, and despite your eyes clamped shut, you return the kiss almost fervently as though you’re awake. 

Your eyes open, and he freezes.

You smile and your lids lower. 

“You can do better than that,” you whisper seductively.

It takes him less than ten seconds to get his cock at the ready and treat you maybe a little bit more roughly - just the way you like it.

---

You haven’t stopped moaning since the second you were laid down on the bed. So loud, so supple you are, that Takeomi is filled with pride, well aware that between these three hotel rooms, in close proximity and with purposefully thin walls, it’s clear that everyone can hear you. 

Pussy warm and wet and clenching around his girth, there’s a thin layer of sweat that sticks between you two, and it helps the glide as he plunges in repeatedly, dragging cock against your fluttering walls and abs flush against your smaller body. You hold onto him carefully, far out of your slumber but in a much different stupor. Your arms cling to his shoulders.

At low tone, he whispers that he missed you, and while it was literally a couple of hours, you’ve been fucked too silly to respond properly and tell him to relax.

You didn’t need girl’s night anyway.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

hi!! can i please make a request for hate sex with dom jaehyun (maybe with a fluffy ending if it fits 👀 ) thank you so much in advance <3

Pairing: best friend's brother!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: e2l, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: hate sex, dom/sub, degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), throatfucking, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, swearing

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: thanks for the request, and i hope the ending isn't too jarring lol

You didn’t know what it was about Jaehyun, your best friend’s brother, that you hated so much. Maybe it was the fact that he was always so rude to you, barely saying hello, barely even acknowledging your presence when you were around. Maybe it was the fact that he walked around like he was god’s gift to women, and that women, in fact, would fall at his feet. Or maybe it was the fact that you were attracted to him and you hated that you were.

“What’s your brother’s problem, anyway?” you grumbled at your best friend, Mark, one day when Jaehyun had ignored you yet again.

Mark just shrugged. “Who knows.”

“Like, why does he have to act like that? It’s so annoying!” you complained, and Mark just looked at you.

“Y/N, why does it bother you so much?” he asked slyly. Your face heated up at Mark’s insinuation.

“It doesn’t bother me!” you countered, but Mark was smirking.

“Y/N, are you interested in my brother?” he waggled his eyebrows at you, and you threw one of the couch pillows at him.

“Absolutely not!” you lied, but Mark just laughed.

“That’s good, because you’re not his type at all.”

Mark’s statement cut you like a knife, and you didn’t think you could hate Jaehyun more.

---

“Oh, I was expecting Mark, what are you doing here?”

You had gone over to Mark’s place, but Jaehyun had answered the door. He just looked at you and shrugged.

“I just came by to pick something up,” he answered, in a very bored tone. “You know he’s at work, right?”

“I thought he’d be home by now. No worries, I’ll come back later.” You turned around to leave, not wanting to prolong the agonizing conversation with Jaehyun, but he stopped you.

“You’re already here, you might as well wait.” He stepped aside, inviting you in.

You were in a panic, unsure as to what to do. On the one hand, you wanted to flee, but on the other, here he was, actually inviting you to spend time with him. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped inside.

“Make yourself at home, or whatever it is people say,” he said lazily, turning his back on you to go to the fridge and get himself a drink. He popped the soda can open and started drinking, and you looked at him with disgust.

“This isn’t your home so you have no business saying that, and it’s rude of you to get a drink without offering one to your guest!” you fumed.

He smirked. “You just finished saying this isn’t my home, so why would I offer you a drink?”

“Ugh! You’re maddening!”

“And you’re a fucking tease!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. He was looking at you, almost menacingly, eyes dark. You swallowed audibly then, as he put the soda can down on the table and walked towards you.

“You walk around giving me those looks, you think I don’t see them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shot back, “you’re full of yourself.”

“I know you want me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low, “so stop fucking teasing.”

You were seething, his ego filling the room so you could barely breathe, and the fact that he saw right through you angered you even more. “Get over yourself.”

“I’ve had enough,” he suddenly said in a gruff tone, “come here, now.”

Despite your anger, something inside you made you obey, and you walked over to where he was. He stared at you for a moment, eyes hard, before he pulled you to him by the waistband of your jeans and crashed his lips against yours.

He took your breath away, with the way his mouth was moving against yours, with the way his hands handled you roughly, squeezing your waist, fingers digging into your flesh. You put your hands up to his chest, meaning to push him away, but the solid broadness of the muscle you felt through his t-shirt made you change your mind, a rush of heat flooding your core.

“Just admit you’re a tease, Y/N,” he growled once he detached his lips from yours, “just admit you want me.”

“I don’t want you, Jaehyun,” you retorted, but you were grabbing at his shirt wanting him to take it off. “I hate you.”

“That’s perfect, princess, because I don’t exactly like you either,” he countered, his voice hard, and the tone of it only added to your arousal. He pulled your shirt off you, almost ripping it in his haste, unhooking your bra and flinging it to a corner of the room. Once he had your breasts bared to him he squeezed them harshly, pinching your nipples and making you cry out.

“Naughty girls like you need to be punished,” he continued, manhandling you until he had you bent over the back of the couch. You only had a moment to turn your head to watch what he was doing, before he was yanking your jeans and panties down to your ankles. You braced yourself once he unzipped, pulling out his cock, hard and angry, precum already leaking from the tip. He looked at you, eyes brazen, and without warning he slammed into you from behind, your hands falling to the seat of the couch from the force of his thrust.

“You’re gonna take your punishment, you’re gonna take my cock, and I’m gonna fuck you like the slut that you are,” his voice was gruff as he pounded into you, fingers once again digging into the flesh of your hips. “This is what you get for being a fucking tease.”

His filthy talk, his cock filling you to the brim, all of it had your juices coating the insides of your thighs, had you moaning shamelessly into the couch cushion. His tip kept hitting you in that spot deep inside, and the pleasure was building to a point where you thought you’d explode.

“Jaehyun,” you whined, “you’re gonna make me come.”

He pulled out then, the loss of him inside you making your orgasm die down. Tears pricked your eyes, you were so close. “Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he growled, turning you around to face him. “On your knees.”

You dropped to your knees in front of him, his angry cock at your eye level, glistening with your juices. Instinctively you opened your mouth, and he rammed it in with little grace. You didn’t gag, and he took advantage of that, fucking into your throat as he tangled his fingers into your hair.

“You like that, don’t you baby,” he growled, “it’s just what you deserve, you fucking tease.”

He continued to fuck your mouth, admiring the way his cock bulged in your throat. The absolutely feral look in his eyes was turning you on, and your fingers went to your pussy for some relief. He watched you hungrily, and it was enough for him, warm cum spilling into your throat as he tightened his hold in your hair.

“That was fucking hot, maybe I will reward you and let you come, what do you think?”

You could only nod, before he released his cock from your mouth and pulled you up to a standing position. Your knees were weak from kneeling, but they got weaker when he suddenly plunged two fingers into your wet pussy. You cried out, back arching, and he held you with his other arm as he pumped his fingers into you.

“You’re gonna come for me, because that’s what a slut like you does, you’re gonna come all over my fingers, got that?”

You couldn’t even respond, the relentless hammering of his fingers against your g-spot bringing you to an orgasm ridiculously fast. You gripped his arms when it hit you, your body shuddering, your juices spurting from you and coating his fingers, hand, and forearm. Your eyes had fluttered closed, and as you were trying to come back to yourself you could hear him chuckling appreciatively.

“Wow, Y/N, that was fucking hot.”

You opened your eyes to see that he was actually smiling at you, although you were mortified to see that you had squirted all over him. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s all good,” he laughed, pulling you to him. “It was really hot.”

Still embarrassed, you let him pull you close, and you snuggled hesitantly against his chest, marveling at the change in his demeanor. “Jaehyun?” you questioned, wondering what brought about the sudden gentleness in his movements.

“Make no mistake, I still hate you,” he said, but his voice was soft, his hands rubbing your back as he started to press soft kisses to the top of your head.

You smiled to yourself before tilting your head to look at him. “I still hate you too,” you said with a cheeky grin, before pulling him down for a heated kiss.

---

Thank you for 1k!

[i-cant-sing]

Hey, could I maybe request Soft Yandere Bakugou with an obedient/accepting crush? Like he kidnaps them and theyre just "whoa okay calm down bby you just had to ask"

Yandere! Bakugo x accepting darling

Thanks for requesting! I didn't know if you wanted headcanons or a scenario, so I went with the latter option. Hope you like it! :)

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Yandere! Bakugo:

You woke up with a massive headache. Your eyes were still trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room as you tried to recall what happened last night.

You had went out drinking with Mina, Kirishima, Sero and Bakugo. All you remembered was talking with Mina about your love life and hero work before taking your leave. Although it was late, you weren't that drunk so you deemed yourself okay to walk home alone. But on the way, somethin- no, someone hit your head, knocking you out. Oh god. Did I just get kidnapped? Oh shit. What do I do? WHAT DO I DO? Getting out of bed would be a good place to start. Except you couldn't. Not when there was quirk cancelling cuff around your right ankle.

As you tried to get the cuff off you, you started thinking why someone would kidnap you of all people? You weren't rich, you weren't even a top hero. Your quirk wasn't that strong either. Is it for some disgusting purpose? Are they going to take advantage of you? Sell you? You were brought out of your train of thoughts by the sound of the door knob unlocking. This is it, you realised. This is how I'm going to die.

The door opened to reveal...Bakugo? Oh he's here to save me! "Bakugo! Oh thank god you found me. Quick. Get this cuff off of me! We need to get out of here right now!"you said to him as you motioned to your cuff. But he didn't move to help you. Instead he just stood there, with his usual pissed off expression. "Bakugo what are you waiting f-" Thats when it dawned on you. He did this. He knocked you out. But why? "Why would you do this? Are you jealous of me? Did I do something wrong? Look I was just kidding when I said that you and Izuku would make a cute couple-" "ITS NOT THAT!"He replied back, cheeks turning pink. "Then why am I here?"you asked him.

He walked towards you but still maintained his distance. "I- I love you." He mumbled as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "What?" "I love you" Bakugo repeated, this time a bit louder. "No I got that part. What I don't understand is why I'm here." He sat on the bed, near your foot, playing with the cuff as he replied, "well because... you said to Mina last night that you were in love with someone. And that you were going to confess to him. And-and I didn't like that. No stupid extra deserves you! No one! Look, I know this isn't exactly normal but I really do love you. I have ever since you came to UA. " You looked at him blankly before your face turned red and you lunged at him, taking him by surprise. "(Y/n) what-" you cut him off by punching his nose. "You love me!? And you thought that the best way to convey your feelings would be KNOCKING ME OUT?!?!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR STUPID ASS!! YOU COULDNT HAVE JUST ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE?! FOR SOMEONE WHO CLAIMS THEY'RE THE SMARTEST, YOU SURE ARE PEA-BRAINED!" You yelled at him as you kept punching him. Finally, Bakugo caught your both of your wrists in one hand before flipping you guys over, this time you under him as he straddled you. "But you said you were already in love with someone-" "YEAH, YOU!" Your words shocked Bakugo, causing his grip on your wrists to loosen up a bit. "Wait, so you love me too-" Bakugo's words were cut off again as you punched him again. He quickly gathered your wrists again "WILL YOU STOP THAT!" He yelled angrily, leaning down until his face was an inch away from yours. You kept on trying to move your arms but he pushed your wrists above your head, not relenting until you had worn yourself out.

"So you're really in love with me?" He asked softly. You were tired but still furious so you just turned your head to the side. Bakugo smiled. Even when you are mad, you're still so adorable. Bakugo caressed your cheek softly, slowly turning your head towards him. "Do you...still love me?"he asked, referring to the incident that occurred last night. You sighed before replying "of course I still love you. I know you were dropped on your head as a kid but I still love you. A whole lot less now though" Bakugo breathed a sigh a relief, before kissing your cheek and nuzzling his nose with yours. "I'm sorry for that. Although I didn't really hit you that hard-" you head bumped him hard causing him to lose balance and fall off of you. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?! YOU DIDNT HIT HARD?! I PROBABLY HAVE A FUXKING CONCUSSION! AND THEN YOU HAD ME FUXKING CHAINED TO THE BED! AND WHERE WERE YOU WHILE I WAS IN HERE HAVING A GOD DAMN HEART ATTACK?!!" And although Bakugo loved it when you got mad, he was getting a bit concerned for your vocal cords and your blood pressure. He got up, picked your struggling body up and placed you in his lap before shoving your face into his chest. He started to rub your back, trying to calm you down. "You're right. I am sorry. I did hit you hard. And I'm very sorry for that. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. I'm sorry for all of it. But I really do love you, princess. Will you forgive me?" He asked you, your mind a whole lot calm now. "Dumb ass" you mumbled before snuggling in to his chest more. Some part of you always knew that Bakugo liked you and although the way things turned out wasn't exactly normal, you were okay with that. Bakugo chuckled before kissing the crown of your head, his heart at ease after knowing your feelings were mutual.

Poor Bakugo had to spent a whole week apologising and kissing up to you. He knew you were mad at him but he also knew you were still in love with him. And thank the stars for that because he did not want to go to plan B.

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