#im up way too late and im so fucking angry and hurt and i started getting sick yesterday and i want to pass out and i should

[itgetzweird08]

Part one

“..go out with me”

Your breathing hitched, indicating that you hadn’t been asleep all this time. You turned to face him then, flipping on your side in his bed to get a better look at his face. Even in the dark you could see the strong outline of his jaw and his messy blonde hair. He stared up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head, and shrugged. “I mean, why not? We’re practically dating anyways” he followed up, vermillion eyes glancing down at you. “Any reason you’re asking me this now?” You whispered, moving slowly as you shifted closer to place your head on his chest.

This time, his breath stuttered.

Moving slowly, as if you were a flighty deer ready to run at any moment, he moved his hand from behind his head to on top of yours. His fingers gently played in your hair. He breathed a shaky breath, completely stripped of his usual hard shell. He was completely vulnerable to you in this moment. “When I was lying there on the battlefield..all I could think about was your stupid face.” He grimaced, stiffening a bit at the memory. You placed a hand on his chest, tracing circles with your thumb. He exhaled with a shaky breath. “I was bleeding out, all these fucking holes in me, and one of the only things I could think of was how angry I was at myself for not being able to man up and ask you out properly. I waited too long and everything’s a mess now. The city is a fucking wreck, we’re on lockdown..and I had a whole plan too. I was gonna take you to that noodle shop you like with the stupid name. And now I can’t, because it’s too late and now I might fucking die before I ever got the chance-“

You pressed a soft kiss to the new scar that peaked out from his black tank top, causing his words to get stuck in his throat.

“Take a breath..” you told him softly. He obeyed, breathing in air and blowing out his tension.

“It’s okay, B. You’re okay. I was mad too. I was so mad at myself for not being able to protect you when you got hurt, not being able to move a little bit faster and push you out of the way. I was mad that you might die before I got the chance to tell you how much I like you..” he smirked at your words, smug covering up his giddiness. “You like me?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and moving to shift away from him out of feigned annoyance. But he wrapped an arm around you waist and pulled you closer.

“I like you too nerd…a fuckton”

You couldn’t help but smile, sinking deeper into his hold as you breathed him in. And for a moment, you felt untouchable in here. Despite the looming threat of war, the scorching flames of the world outside, you were safe in his arms. You wished you could stay like this forever. A yawn left you as your eyes began to droop, and time seemed to come to a slow stop.

It was silent for a moment, as you both began to drift off before a question came into your mind. Despite your drowsy state, you couldn’t help but smile as you asked

“…so if you like me, does that mean you’ll admit that Oodles of Noodles is a fantastic name for a noodle shop-“

“Go to sleep, shithead.”

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Ps: im starting to do requests! So if you have an idea for me, go ahead and put it in my asks <3

[technicolorxsn]

wuh oh

[cvnt4him]

sassy deku >>> (big ass forehead)

YK YOU WRONG FOR TALKING AB MY MAN LIKE THAT HES GORGEOUS HIS FOREHEAD IS PERFECT THE WAY IT IS.

N YKW? IM AB TO MAKE A FULL THING TOO. CAN WE TALK AB THE HEAD THING THO??? LIKE HUH LIKE THAT PARAGRAPH IS MIND BLOWING.

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Getting an attitude w sassy men

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M. izuku.

You and izuku never really get into fights so when you randomly got an attitude w him you better believe he got pissed. He's so sweet and nice to you under all circumstances whatsoever, he doesn't want to disrespect you at all but God lately you've just been getting on his nerves. The way you bitch around and yell at him like he exploded the sun.

"are you fucking kidding me izuku? Like are you genuinely insane. I just cannot with you."

You scoff and yell at him with an angry tone.

He rolls his eyes and ignores you, you've really just been so annoying. Like God why can't you simply shut up and suck his cock. Like he's been through so much in his life and this so what he gets in return?

"yeah okay bitch."

"excuse me?!"

"you fucking heard me, you've literally been bitching all day over some shit I had nothing to do with like I just can't. I've saved all of Japan and instead of getting a loving girlfriend to cook and clean for me you're sitting here being a whiney little bitch."

He spat venom with every word that left his beautifully pink tinted lips, his eyes squinted at you with spite. The way he spoke stunned you, you were frozen in shock. You're sweet loving boyfriend who'd never raise his voice at you or even attempt to hurt your feelings,

Tears welled in your eyes as you were blinded by the forming tears, blinking heavily trying to bat away the tears that were starting to become present. Izuku never got angry or even attempted to fight with you, he hated the guilty feeling he'd always feel and not djd you make him feel it.

You made him sleep on the couch for a couple of nights, the main reason he actually stayed on the couch was because he felt he deserved it after what he'd said and how hed spoken to you. Izukus kother would be so disappointed in him. The words that left his mouth were misogynistic and ugly, he wasn't that kind of person, but for some reason you brought out the bad in him.

There was also the good. You knew how to make him laugh, smile, feel oh so good. So why had he been so mean to you lately. He wished he knew.

Izuku came knocking on your shared room door waiting for you to say something, anything. It'd been so long since he'd heard your voice, since you'd spoken to him directly.

"come in."

A soft voice was heard through the wooden door as he practically pushed the door down trying to hurriedly open it to get to you. He gulped out of fear, afraid of what you'd say to him, how you'd feel if you looked at him. He hated himself for what he said, and he wanted to apologize.

You looked at him with sad eyes, you were under the cover hiding your face at first. It felt so good to see your beautiful face after so long. He sighed at your gorgeous features, your lips in a pouty frown and your hair a mess. You looked good no matter what.

"my pretty girl..."

He whispered to you, rushing to your side. He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure as you did the same, he moved the cover on top of the both of you and cuddled you. He buried his face in your neck planting little fast kisses everywhere.

"I'm so sorry.. you've just been so.. difficult lately."

He says into your ear. he feels you tense under his touch before moving back to look at him with a disgusted look. He gave you a confused one, why had you looked like this? He was apologizing!

"are you fucking kidding?"

"wha--"

"I'M being difficult??? If I'm SOO difficult just fucking leave."

Here we go again. He sighed heavily getting rather impatient which izuku was nothing but. You were angering him once again because you're bitching and nagging before he can even get a word out, per usge.

"my god you're such a spoiled little bitch. you never let me speak, always making things about yourself. I came fucking apologize but if you're going to be a fucking cunt I might as well fuck yours."

"are you fucking kidding me izuku?! you-- wait what."

Anyways he bent you over and yanked your underwear and pants off in one go didn't even bother prepping or anything just shoved his semi hard cock inside of you and thrusted into you at an insane pace.

Moral of this story is he didn't stop fucking you until you were a sloppy cum filled mess.

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I. tenya.

Tenya was so full of your shit. You've gotten in trouble in class, kept blowing him off, and then proceeded to ignore his texts.

He was so fed up with you. He needed to talk to you and you were going to hear him out not just as the class president but as your boyfriend.

"what do you want tenya."

"for you to stop acting like a cunt."

"i--- wha-"

"I'm so tired of your shit y/n you've been acting like a cold hearted ice queen towards me all day. I want to be with you but I can't stand being in the same room with someone who doesn't care about me."

"I never said i---"

"yet you're acting like I'm some minor pleb. Y/n I love you more than anything and yet you're standing here treating me like a insignificance to your presence."

He says putting his hands on his hips. God he looked so sassy like that it was actually kind of hot. He saw how a smirk appeared into your face as you looked him up and down and he tensed under your eyesight.

"yeah you're right tenya I've been kind of a dick all day hm, baby? Let me make it up to you yeah?"

You say batting your eyelashes at him walking towards him and rubbing your hands up and down his chest, burying your face in his neck and whispering and fanning your breath over it. He shivered and put his hands on your waist pulling you closer into his chest, he lifted your head closer to his, your lips so close to touching.

He pushed you down on the bed and dusted himself off.

"you've got to do a better job than that if you want me to forgive you.

Fuck, the smirk he gave you while walking out of his room was diabolical. God how did you end up with a sexy boyfriend like this. Yet he's such a pain in the ass too.

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M. neito.

Monoma was an ass sometimes, sure. A sassy diva, yeah, but he was never rude to you. He never made you feel like you were less than perfect, he always gave you what he felt you deserved and always made sure you knew how much you meant to him. He never let his feud with your class fuck with him. Until now.

He's been letting everything your class does get to him, and since you're in class 1A he's been getting rather pissed with you. The way he blew you off and pushed you aside like some petty diva was about your last straw.

You walked all the way to class 1B dorm house and bust through the doors in a fit of rage. You were not going to let anyone stop you from fucking up his world.

The way all of his classmates looked at you like you were crazy, some laughing others just genuinely confused why someone from class 1A was here to begin with.

"where the hell is he."

You say yelling to his classmates as they all pointed to up the stairs where the dorms were. You've been there before, not while everyone was awake. But you've been there before. You knew exactly where his dorm was located.

You stormed up the stairs and quickly made your way to his dorm. Upon arriving you bust down his door with your foot, he screams and hides under his work desk for cover. Once he seen it was you he scoffed and was ready to tell at you before being stopped before anything could even leave his lips.

"are you fucking kidding me?? You've been a dick to me all week for what? Because my class is higher than yours?? get over it. At the end of the day you're in hero courses you'll live. Stop treating me like a nuisance because of some sick twisted vendetta you have with my class!"

He scoffed, getting up from his hiding place with a hand to his chest in an offended manner. There was no way you seriously just spoke to him like this?? Where has this side of you come from?? You've always been so sweet and obedient with him!

He was speechless, not a word left his opened mouth. How could you speak to him like some loser. Like those dorks in your class!!

"nothing to say?"

You ask with your hands on your hips. He was sassy, but you knew how to play sassy as well. He crossed his arms and looked away from you. Not daring to utter a word. You kind of liked this side of him, the side that didn't talk back to you. It suited him. A pretty face with such pretty lips need to be shut sometimes. He looks better when he sits there and looks pretty.

You smirk and push him down onto his bed, he lets out a sound as you crawl on top of his lap and put both of your hands on his chest.

"my pretty boy.~"

He was a flushed mess, he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, he was stunned that you'd just done this to him. He was always the one to take the lead and initiate things!! He hated how much he didn't mind you being on top.

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B. katsuki.

Katsuki Bakugou, the world's sassiest man. The way he walks with a sway to his hips, the way he stands, the way he just exists unapologetically is enviable to all. Some envied his tiny snatched waist while others envied the fire behind his eyes. He loved being a hero but he loved his girlfriend more.

He loved you so much, so dearly he had no problem with admitting it either. However he hated, absolutely despised when you caught an attitude with him like he doesn't treat you like a queen.

He was absolutely appalled when you started bitching and yelling at him, waving your arms about and threatening to slap the fuck out of him. He scoffed with wide eyes and a smile like he was daring you to. He wasn't afraid to hit you back by all means, however he loved you too much to bring you into harms way in any kind. So he wouldn't actually hit you but throwing you against things, oh yeah that was an option.

"like honestly katsuki could you be more stupid?"

"bitch? Me, stupid? Hah! You're hilarious! Actually, you deserve an award for your humor honestly, how do you do it."

He jokes slapping his knee with an angry smile still plastered on his beautiful face. God you hated how he had such an effect on you despite how furious you were with him. He knew the huge effect he had on and used it to his advantage.

He smirked and pulled you by your waist mid sentence, you were yelling at him and your fiery words were instantly cut off by the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he moved slightly closer to you face his breath fanning over your face. He peered down at you with those volcanic ruby red eyes of his, daring you to do something anything. He wanted it.

"fucking asshole."

"I could fuck yours if you'd like, yeah?"

God you hated how much you loved him. He was an asshole, but he was yours. He never took you seriously when the two of you argued or when you got an attitude with him. You knew this and it angered you, but you could never stay angry with him because he'd always fuck it out of you like he hated you.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss still having that shit eating smirk on his face once he pulled away holding his forehead to yours as he chuckled lowly.

"you hate me."

"so fucking much."

You say pulling him into a heated kiss, walking backward towards his bed so he could fuck you like a slut.

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AN: chat this was the worst thing I've ever made, I don't think I made them sassy at all, except katsuki anything he does is sassy. however I low-key love how mean I made izuku, I js feel like after his vigilante arc and the war he's a different person, like he's still a sweetie pie but he doesn't take shit from anyone me thinks.

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

hello!! I was wondering if you could do a johnnie x reader smut where y/n sits on johnnies lap and he fingers her and talks softly to her while doing it 😝

of COURSE i can this is also kinda answering this request!: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, how are you? I was wondering if i could request a johnnie x reader (gf) smut where she has a hand kink and johnnie makes her get off on his thigh and his fingers (im such a slut for dom johnnie)

𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CONTAINS: angst?, fluff, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), praising, fingering, creampie, squirting (new feature unlocked😱), overstimulation (going round4round)

WC: not sure rn

story below the cut:

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throughout the past few weeks, johnnie had been unavailable. whether it was filming, or hanging out with jake and carrington. of course you still saw him, but you missed him. by the time you would wake up, the other side of the bed was already empty. this didn’t only make you sad, but frustrated. you just wanted your boyfriend to be there for you, and have someone to lean on. it was 2 p.m., where once again, you wake up cold, with no arms around you.

y/n: where are you?

johnnie: filming again, sorry baby i’ll be back later

y/n: r we still on for dinner tonight?

johnnie: of course, i’ll see you soon ❤️

y/n: okay have fun, love you :)

you sigh, feeling mentally and physically drained despite not doing a single thing. at least you and johnnie had actually planned for something tonight even with his busy schedule.

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sitting at the vanity, you were patting light makeup on your skin, followed by some cute eyeliner and lip gloss. the time was currently 7:30 and the reservation was for 8:15 p.m., so he should be there any minute. throwing on a cute black mini dress, paired with some heels, your outfit was complete.

y/n: helloooo its 7:50

y/n: we need to leave like now

y/n: ?? (delivered)

5 minutes pass, then 20, then an hour. you sat on your phone, scrolling on tiktok before finally accepting the reality of the situation. he wasn’t coming anytime soon. and that’s when you started to cry. taking off your shoes and putting on a hoodie, you crawled on the bed, too lazy to take anything else off.

resting your back on the headboard, you hear the front door unlock and the scuffle of shoes, along with some other voices. johnnie opens the door,

“i’m here i-“

“it’s 9:30.” you say, sniffling.

“what? oh shit sorry i forgot we had plans”

“yeah? you’re sorry? i’ve barely seen you for weeks now and that’s all?”

“babe i swear i wasn’t looking at the time it was just that jake and carrington dragged me to go places and-“

“jake this and carrington that, why does it always have to be about them?”

“because they’re my friends-“

“yeah well i’m your fucking girlfriend,” the room went quiet.

“but you know what? lately it feels like i’m not and maybe it should stay that way.”

“why are you being so dramatic about it?”

you’re furious. you get off the bed, and start walking to the kitchen. johnnie grabs your shoulders, turning you around, and pulling you into a hug. you smell his cologne, starting to break down into tears, burying your face deeper into his chest. deep down, you know he hates seeing you cry and get angry. you just felt so hurt.

“why? why do you have to do this to me. i miss you, i just want you to be with me and hold me. but you’re always too busy.”

he pats your head, running his fingers through your hair, while you let it out. once you collect yourself, you look up at him, with tear stains and a red nose.

“i love you. i’m so sorry for leaving you all the time, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,”

“and you’re not overreacting.”

johnnie pulls you into a sweet and tender kiss, full of love and affection, but you pull back first. still upset, you look to the ground. he takes your face in his hands,

“let me make it up to you baby.”

he lowers his head to your neck, softly biting at your skin, making you let out a relieve sigh. then he kisses you again, this time being rougher and filled with more lust. you moan as his tongue reaches your mouth. before anyone sees this, he lifts your legs up, leaving kisses on your jaw while taking you back to his room.

he uses your back to close the door, walking towards the bed. he sets you down gently and helps you take your hoodie off. “baby you look amazing in this dress, you’re gonna have to wear it again soon” he pushes you down, trailing kisses from your neck, down to your collarbone. starting to lift your dress up and over your head, taking it off completely, it also reveals a set of black lingere you had put on beforehand.

“you wore this for me y/n?”

“mhm”

“it would look even better off of you”

you hum in response as he leaves hickeys right above your lacy bra. he plants kisses down your chest and stomach, to your core. he takes off his t-shirt and jeans. after, he takes off your panties, covering his finger with your wetness, and inserting it. “just relax angel i’m gonna take such good care of you” you groan as he starts sucking your breasts, giving equal attention, as he pumps another finger into you, increasing the speed a little. your breaths get heavier as you grip the bedsheets. “more m’ please” you whine. he goes even faster as you bite your lip to stop yourself from melting. arching your back for more friction against his hand, he uses another finger to rub your clit. “yeah baby thats it, just cum on my fingers” while he says that, you feel the knot in your stomach coming undone. “oh shit” you moan out, shaking slightly and cumming.

he pulls down his boxers, taking them off. he’s already really hard, so he coats his dick with your cum. the rooms feels as though it gets hotter with every breath you take in. he teases your clit with his tip, rubbing it slightly. “johnnie just fuck me already please,” you breathe out. “alright princess” he says, pushing fully into you, but slowly, groaning while letting you adjust to his length. “still so tight baby” he says, making you bite your lip, muffling your moan. “don’t do that, i want to hear all your pretty noises.” he picks up the pace, getting faster which each thrust.

“you’re so beautiful y/n” he says, you hold onto his waist, pulling him deeper inside you, hitting the right stop. “uh, fuck” with every sound you make, it encourages him to go harder, and faster. “shit, m’ gonna cum,” you moan out. johnnie’s breath gets heavier as he lifts your leg up, pounding even deeper into you. “inside,” you manage to get out as pleasure washes over you. shortly after, he thrusts one last time, cumming inside you.

he kisses your lips, but it’s not over just yet. johnnie comes closer, “baby, please ride my face” he whispers in your ear. at this point, you felt so overstimulated, but could never say no to that handsome face. you instantly get wetter again, and agree, putting him to the side and then climbing on top of his abdomen. “are you sure?” “one hunder percent,” he says, practically forcing your legs closer to his head.

you hover on top of his face, scared to suffocate him. however, he immediately pulls your thighs down, making you sit entirely while you let a moan out. he starts eating you out, flicking his tongue, somehow making you feel even better. “just like that,” he knew this time that you wouldn’t last that long, especially after the two orgasms you just had. so, he digs his mouth even deeper into your pussy, like the world was ending. this pulled a string of curse words out of you. “oh fuck,” is the last thing you can say, before you feel your whole body shaking, but this time it was new to you. you had squirted from the overstimulation, on johnnie’s face.

after, you get off of him, somewhat embarrassed. “uhm, i don’t know how, uh, that has never happened to me before-“

“no, that was hot.” he kisses your forehead gently before putting his boxers back on and getting a towel for both of you. he cleans you up and gives you a shirt to wear while he goes to grab new sheets. you sit on the floor with dead legs while he changes it for you. “i’m never washing this bed sheets ever again,” he says. “ewww,” you jokingly say back while laughing. he carries you in a cradle, setting you back down on the bed.

“so… are you still mad at me?”

“i could never stay mad at you,” you say, pulling him in for a hug.

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ENJOY THIS LADIES, YOUR BITCH IS BACK

currently working on some requests but theres NOT ENOUGH!! please always leave requests in my inboxesss 🩷 see u in the next 1!

[ruewrote]

𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: some strong language GENRE: angst, fluff, friends to lovers SONG INSPIRATION: worst of you by maisie peters WORD COUNT: 1k

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you stood at the end of the dock, at your spot. the tip of your shoe skimming the surface of the water, shivering at the cool breeze that brushed past you.

wrapping your arms tighter around your body, searching for any type of warmth and comfort as you checked the notifications on your phone for what felt like the fifteenth time that hour, some were from pope and sarah but none from jj.

he promised he'd be here this time! you should've known.

this was the third time in two weeks that you would make plans and something had come up, his empty promises filled you with hope, only for him to be a no-show.

the sun was now setting. tears stung your eyes, sniffling whilst looking down at the ripples of the water finding no interest in doing what you were originally here to do.

"im so stupid, i really thought he was going to be here." shaking your head, more tears fell down your cheeks as you stood.

the walk home was absolutely miserable and the rain that had started to drizzle didn't help either. the few drops turned into heavy showers, having felt there was no need for an umbrella earlier on your clothes were now soaked right through down to your underwear.

opening your front door you were greeted by your excited sister waiting for all the juicy details, knowing that you were gonna confess and helped you get ready for the occasion too.

the tears that had once subsided now came flooding back, she just wrapped you up in a firm hug as you sobbed in her arms.

after you had calmed a little she sat you down asking you what happened or if he had rejected you, but you just explained how he never showed up. how he never even sent you a text about it?

"im gonna kick his ass! who even does that? no, no, no let me rephrase that. when has jj ever done that? especially to you of all people!"

that got you thinking, obviously, him not showing was really hurtful in general, but at the same time, it confused you since this was the boy who wouldn't let you carry your school bag as long as he was around or would bring you your favorite coffee in the morning even if he was late.

for the next couple of days, you avoided jj, which wasn't hard since he had different classes than you that week. the times that you guys did bump into each other you either made up an excuse or joined the sea of people who were rushing to get to their next lesson.

this had been far from easy for you, there hadn't really been a time when the two of you weren't together.

now you're here, sitting by yourself in the library doing your history project here since your laptop decided to stop working halfway through.

hours had gone by and you had made a ton of progress on your work, now sitting back and taking a long sip out of your water bottle as you proofread what you had written only to be interrupted by a loud bang from the entrance of the building, making you jump and turn to investigate.

a mistake on your part since you made direct eye contact with the mad blonde. ducking your head, gathering your things together before logging off seeing if there was any way of sneaking past him.

"what have you been?" fuck.

you tried to ignore and walk around him but were only pulled back to face him by your arm. gentle, his touch was so light like it always had been. he'd never hurt you. no matter how angry he got.

"answer me!" jj exclaimed, only to be shushed by the librarians.

everyone was now looking at the two of you, so you grabbed his hand, dragging him out of there. of course only for it to be pouring again.

"you have the audacity to be trying to call me out on this when you've ghosted me for almost a whole week and then expected us to just go back to normal? like everything's okay between us?" you scoffed, running your hands through your hair, huffing out a laugh.

"i was...busy, i couldn't help it! im sorry okay?"

having heard enough of his shit you walked out into the cold with jj following close behind you.

"y/n talk to me!" he shouted over the loud pattering, stopping you in your tracks, whipping around to face him.

"do you know why i asked you to go to our place the other day?"

he just shook his head.

"i have yearned for you for years, in secrecy and silence." your voice was almost a whisper, but he heard you.

"what?"

"its you jj, its always been you... im in love with you." both of your chests heaving heavily, finding it hard to catch your breath in the rain. tears filled your eyes as you tried to look everywhere but him. his stare felt almost too much.

"but you never said anything?" jjs voice broke as his own tears caressed his cheeks but were quickly wiped away by the raindrops.

"how could i? you're looking at me but you don't see me jj. do you know how that feels? i just want you to see me. please."

that's when he strode toward you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. tilting his head to the side as his lips brushed against yours.

his hands slid to your lower back, deepening the kiss. reaching up you intertwined your fingers in his hair lightly pulling at the wet strands, a muffled groan left him which only made you smile as you pulled away.

"i love you too, by the way, i didn't know if i made that clear or not?" jj joked which only made you playfully punch him.

the next day the two of you were both cuddled up in your bed sniffling, very sick from stupidly standing in a literal storm yesterday, but hey it was totally worth it in the end.

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[mynameismisty]

TOO LATE| RAIDENXFEM!READER

(Btw i really like this banner thingy)

☆SUMMARY: You wish Raiden would look at you like that.

☆ORIGIN: Angst because i thought about that one scene in MLB also im sticking w the fact that in story mode raiden has a crush on kitana

☆SIDENOTE: no guys this isnt a continuation of Just The Small Things, i aint hurting yall like that LOL

(This isnt proofread because i made this at like midnight and i need sleep)

pt 2 here

You saw how he looked at her, you saw how smitten he seemed, and you saw how much love he had for her.

It hurt you to no end. Painful to see how he admired her, even more painful to watch as Kitana slowly warmed up to him and seemed to have the feeling mutual.

She shared laughs with Raiden and flirted with him too. And she hadn't even known Raiden for that long either.

It made your blood boil, angry, frustrated. But mostly heartbroken, extremely heartbroken.

You had known Raiden for so long, since you were children. Madam Bo was your aunt grandma and trained you beside Raiden and Kung Lao, whom you became friends with.

Emphasizing friends, that's what you all seemed to be to Raiden. A friend. A close friend. Someone he could share his thoughts to. Someone he could confide in. Someone he could trust.

Your heartbeat sped up after he had a late night conversation with you under the stars, confessing he had feelings for this girl. Was it you? This girl was good at fighting. This girl had black hair. This girl loved to wear blue, and the more and more he told you about this mystery crush, the more and more it seemed further from you. And the way he described her. He loved her. He really did.

It seemed like the universe hated you for some reason.

But you were shook from your thoughts after Kung Lao tapped your shoulder, looking at him you saw that he was sitting next to you on the bench you were on.

"Is there something wrong, Y/N? You were deep into your thoughts, y'know."

"Lao, I- I was just thinking about someone."

"Raiden, isn't it?"

And the silence seemed so loud. You stared at him, shocked, confused, astonished.

"How do you-"

"I read how you look at him, the way you redden when you see him, the things you'd do for him. I might be seen as nosy but come on, Y/N! You know he likes someone else, right?"

"Of course I know!" You yelled, tears building up in your eyes. "He's so smitten for her! So fucking smitten! And for what? They haven't known eachother that long!" Tears flowed from your eyes now. "I know, Lao! I definitely know!"

He seemed quiet as you turned away and put your face in your hands.

"C'mere." Kung Lao said as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started to wipe away your tears with it. "You know, it's really now or never. Tell him how you feel so it isn't hurting you like this. I hate when I see you cry." he spoke the last part into a whisper hoping you didn't hear it and was caressing your cheek and wiping your tears away.

So you nodded, you stood up, with all your heart, thanked Kung Lao and ran to find Raiden.

Only to forget Kung Lao's words when you saw Raiden holding a boquet of blue roses and seemed suprised when you were behind him. So he was finally asking her out.

"Y/N, I'm sorry to burden but- but do you think she'd like this? Actually maybe just another time-" Raiden babbled, flushing a shade of red and having a few sweat droplets on his forehead.

"Raiden."

He looked at you plainly, clearly taken from his thoughts.

"Ask her out now. Do it."

"But what if she doesn't like me? She might not have the feeling mutual and you don't even know he-"

"RAIDEN!" You bellowed, leaving him silent. "I want you to look at me the way you look at her! I want you to talk about me like you talk about her! I know who she is, Raiden. It's so obvious! I'd love if you'd court me like you do to her! So ask her out!" You were breathless after all the yelling you did.

"You...liked me?"

"Like, Raiden! Because I still do!"

"Why- why didn't you tell me?"

"What, so you can make fun of me?"

"No- I- I liked you too, Y/N. Back when we were in highschool."

"Wait- wait, what?"

"I always tried to get your attention. It didn't occur to me why you never noticed it. I just thought you saw me as a friend, but now..." his voice trailed off.

You sniffled. So it was really like this, huh? Was there an other option?

No.

The option left was for you to run, run outside his room, run out of his house and just keep running through the village. Not caring where you went, not caring who you bumped into.

So was it all really just wrong timing, right person.

So many thoughts seemed to circle your head.

Was he the right person? What if you did confess?

All thoughts simply lingered. Maybe in another universe you'd be loved by him.

Just maybe.

[carpedzem]

hi

under the cut i want to talk a little bit, maybe overshare as well. ill try to keep it short (rereading nat here. i didnt). its a sad post, might make some of you angry but not for the reasons you think

i was staying away on purpose, but a few people asked about me so i wanted to let you know that hey, im lurking, im waiting to see what happens. maybe some things will change in the future but im putting it out here so its all in one place

i think i want to start with saying thank you again for sticking around, supporting my art and my thoughts and having discussions with me. i really opened up about myself and what I created here. im very anxious person and it influences my life on every level, so being heard, seeing people laughing at my jokes, loving my art has been so so important to me

about the situation, the gogcident if you will, i logged out as soon as i saw things going down and been getting updates though different source. and while situation is still on going and i dont know where it will go, as how it ends, theres two or three things im firm on that will always be true for me:

i really hate how believe all victims turns into believe everyone who speaks first, no matter what they say, no matter context, no matter proof. the first statement made in this case was untrue in a lot of important details and while i dont think caitis feeling are wrong or invalid i think her first statement made this situation into something it isnt. i think every victim should be heard but attacking everyone who was accused right away is not a solution

i do believe that everyone who was accused of anything has every right to defend themselves. the way its constantly taken away from dteam is not lost on me and its insane and upsetting

you can be traumatized by the events that werent in its core meant to be traumatizing. sometimes people act shitty and leave scars on you and sometimes you can do the same to other people

edited note bc i want this to be here as well: guilty until proven innocent is a crazy mindset and i cannot imagine situation that i would allow it. some idiots dont even realise how dangerous rhetoric that is. including accusers not being obligated to provide any proof of their claims

twt is the worst thing to deal with any discourse, misunderstanding or any delicate situation. i think no ones there cares for any victims period. i wish that place the worst

okay so what now. i havent decided yet. georges and dreams moves so far confirmed for me that no matter what happened it wasnt with malicious intentions. ill wait to see how this plays out and then ill decide about my next steps. one think i did for sure is i uninstalled twt from my phone (and that already bit my ass the moment dream started his space…) that part of fandom, both people who like (liked?) and hate dream is so damn self-destructive, toxic, manipulative and performative it wasnt worth it anymore. for here, i dont know yet. i dont hate dteam, i think this is very unfortunate and sad and complicated situation that left people very deeply hurt. and i wish it wasnt this way and im pretty sure dteam also wish that. but they cant change it and i cant change it even more

now this is something i dont really know how to tell you but let me try. i never mentioned this bc when i had those realizations, it was too late, everyone moved on and i felt stupid for dwelling on this. i feel stupid now, typing this. the thing is, drituation left me quite traumatized. fucking pathetic, i know. the sudden explosion of fandom left me really badly hurt. i lost a lot of people i genuinely believed to be friends with, and i miss them dearly. i felt, fuck it, still feel deeply betrayed by some of them. i dont want people guess who is who thats not the point, those people moved on long time ago. but that hurt has been really difficult to deal with, especially since realistically i know its quite stupid. crying over some people who were following me back for a few months? but i tried to let myself heal and grow love for this community again and i thought we will be okay. drituation felt like the end of the world but we got through it and I thought we are smarter. and well. im not trying to blame anyone or even a whole community, idk maybe i want to blame the universe for putting me here or society for working this way i dont know. but im hurting and i need to find a better way to deal with things going the wrong way. and it deeply upsets me but im afraid that i have to learn how to love you all less. and i honestly dont know yet what that means, how moving forward will look like. i dont have to make this decision now so i let myself stay away from social media for a while still and then go with presented situation the best i can. i dont try to make anyone responsible for my wellbeing i want to make this clear. im just trying to share my feelings and give you context for whatever happen in the nearest future. no matter what i need more healthy relationship not even with ccs but with community itself (and if you see me rebloging hazbin hotel fanarts. spare me...)

in this place i do want to state that no matter what i dont think dteam are bad people. im not closing myself at possibility of participating in the fandom, probably less though things i mentioned earlier. but if any of those things make you uncomfortable in any way, feel free to unfollow/softblock

im leaving my askbox open if anyone has anything to say, add, or idk, scream at me. not sure if i answer any tho. also if i delete this post in the next 10 minutes out of embarrassment then well, haha

on the final note i want once again thank you all for supporting me when i needed help for my cat. you all did something amazing, something i will never forget and i wish to hug everyone of you in person. thank you

see you around. one day. maybe tomorrow maybe in 10 days. idk

and if you are moving on in different direction, if we ever meet again, dont be a stranger

[chris-corner]

Consolation Prize - Part 2 

Pairing:  Max’s Sister Reader x Lewis Hamilton 

Summary: After ignoring you for the whole winter break, Lewis is back for the new season and sees you flirting with someone else. Combined with his frustrations at the underperformance of the W13 and Max taking the lead once again, he just has to show you who you actually belong to. 

Warnings: 18+, sorry guys more hate-fuelled sex but slightly less angry, jealousy sex, just a bit (probably a lot) toxic, fingering and getting eaten out, overstimulation, unprotected sex, light bondage (hands tied to bed), under-negotiated kinks stillI guess, some spitting and slapping.

Notes: Look… I really was going to do a fixit but also there's lots of cute Lewis fics out there and I kinda love the toxic vibes so Im sorry but also not sorry for writing this. Also its filth.

Word Count: 4624

Part 1

Masterlist

The winter break, you have to admit, was pretty fucking painful. You’d sat waiting for a text you were pretty sure was going to come for the first week or so. After all, it was all such a mess that you were sure Lewis would reach out, and then maybe the tight churning feeling in your chest would stop. Maybe then you could talk through what happened and try and figure out a way to move forward. Sure, it still hurt, but you could understand that it was the heat of the moment and Lewis wasn’t in the best mindset, and neither were you. 

When a week passed and you’d still not heard anything you started to panic. After everything you’d been through you thought that you would come out of this okay, that your friendship, your… whatever you were becoming, would mean more to Lewis than this. 

By the time the new season starts, you’re done being sad about it, instead letting the anger curl up and make a home in your chest. Fine, if he wants to act like a dickhead then whatever. You try and convince yourself you don't care, and for the most part it works. You’re not your brother, and if Lewis can’t see that then fuck him. 

Still, when you walk down the paddock on your way to see Max for the second race of the season, your Red Bull jacket half hanging off your shoulders, you can’t help but panic about seeing him. What if he looks at you, what will you do? What if he wants to talk to you? What if he ignores you? The questions won't stop swirling around your head and you’re so close now to passing the Mercedes garage. 

In a desperate move, you spot a Red Bull mechanic also heading your way and you quickly make your way over to him, introducing yourself and slipping your arm into his, linking your bodies together. He looks a little surprised, but doesn’t seem to mind. You’re Max’s little sister, there's a lot you can get away with. 

It’s so hard not to look over at the garage to see if Lewis is there, but you manage it, laughing a little louder than necessary at whatever the guy, whose name you’ve already forgotten, is trying to say. 

If you had, you’d have seen Lewis look up as soon as he heard your laugh, eyes tracking you until you were out of sight, his jaw clenched as he took in the sight of your linked arms and matching Red Bull logos. 

~ 

Honestly, the guy (whose name you still can’t remember but it’s too late to ask now) isn’t all too bad, and you find yourself going along with the back and forth chat that’s been bordering on flirting. He’s new, you find out, and single, you also find out, and not too bad on the eyes. Still, it’s not like he’s Lewis. You can’t help but feel a stab of pain as the thought crosses your mind but the anger rises in you again and you find yourself flirting a little harder. 

Part of you worries it might be a little cruel to string him on like this, but another part of you figures that you probably should work on moving on from whatever that shitshow with Lewis was, and even though it would probably piss Max off, why not this guy. (You don’t even let yourself think about how mad he’d be if he knew everything that went down last season.) 

It just happens to be perfect luck that the few times you see Lewis over the weekend are the times in which the dude is really trying his best to flirt with you, and if you lean into it a little bit when you catch him looking who can blame you. 

It all comes to a head when someone grabs you by the arm and roughly pulls you into a side room as you’re making your way to meet Max at the media pen. 

“What-” You start, shoving the arm off of you before you realise who it is. 

Lewis. 

He looks at you, jaw clenched, and you feel your breath leave you. God you want him so badly, still, after everything. He’s in his white mercedes shirt, clashing with your Red Bull team jacket, and his hand is still gripping your arm. 

“What are you doing?” He asks sharply, his voice low. 

You take a breath, composing yourself before you say something stupid. Remembering your anger as you look at his fury. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I needed your permission to come to races now.” You snark out. 

“No.” He snaps. “What are you doing with him?”

Your eyes widen, oh. Is he jealous? 

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business Lewis, you made that really fucking clear?” 

He pushes you up against the back of the door, his body pressing into you as he clashes his mouth against yours, biting at your lip and before you know it you’re kissing him back, kicking yourself for giving in so quickly. He slides his knee between your legs and your breath hitches in your throat. He smirks against your lips, moving to bite at your throat as he makes his way up to your ear. 

“Do you really think he can give you what you need you little slut?” 

It really should feel more insulting. Your anger hasn’t fully gone away and yet here he is, acting like he has the right to be jealous, calling you a slut like this is what you do. 

Instead you let out a breathy whine in the shape of his name. 

Just like that he’s gone. His hands, which were around your waist, his mouth, the press of his body all gone. You stumble forward a bit, looking over to see him standing a few paces away from you, a frown still on his face. 

“Come to mine, later tonight.” He says, the words coming out more like a demand. 

“Fuck you Lewis.” You say back, suddenly feeling like you could cry but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. 

He clocks the change and something close to guilt flashes across his face watching you shuffle to compose yourself. 

“I..” He starts but you quickly interrupt him. 

“No Lewis you can’t do this. You can't… after everything that happened, after you just left me like that and didn't call or text or anything.” 

“I needed space.” He says, but he sounds unsure now. “Look, will you just come to mine after the race tonight, please.” 

You take a breath. You’re pretty sure it’s a terrible, terrible idea but maybe you can talk it out, maybe you can work past this. “Okay Lew.” You say softly. 

“Make sure nobody sees you.” He frowns and tags on, like being seen with you would be the worst possible thing in the world. You feel the stab of hurt again and quickly push it down. 

Then just like that he turns and leaves, brushing his hand gently against your arm as he does with a small smile. 

~

You hesitate before knocking, pretty sure this is a terrible decision. Max had won the race, Lewis had come p10, struggling pretty much all through the race. You know he’d seen you celebrating with Max. You made eye contact with him as the guy from earlier picked you up and swirled you in the air, letting you down in a way that brushed your whole body against his. Still, despite everything your eyes locked with Lewis. 

He looked furious. 

You didn't even know if his offer would still stand, and if it did, you’re pretty sure he’s not going to want to sit down and talk things out after all that. 

Yet, here you are, standing in front of his door. 

It’s fucked up. You know it is. You know that if you go in that it's just going to end in upset and hurt. But then again, you also haven’t been able to get the memory of his cock filling you out of your head, nor the way he slapped your ass and fucked your throat. Before you know it you’re knocking, squirming and pressing your thighs together with anticipation. 

He looks surprised to see you when he finally opens the door, and you feel your heart rate spike with the thought that you might have made a terrible mistake, but he quickly grabs your arm and pulls you inside. 

“I didn’t think you’d come.” He says once the doors are closed. 

You take a breath. “I’m sorry about your race.” 

It seems to have the opposite effect to what you wanted. His face heardens and his jaw clenches slightly. 

“You seemed to be having fun regardless.” He grits out. “Why are you here? Did your mechanic not put out in the end?” 

It’s needlessly cruel, but you feel yourself squirming at his words. His eyes darken as he notices, and he moves forward to crowd into your space. 

“Or do you know that he can’t give you what you need like I can?” 

Okay then, talking like adults is off the table, toxic sex it is. 

“I distinctly remember not getting what I needed last time Lewis.” You quip, goading him with the reminder of how he didnt let you cum. 

“If we’re going to do this we need a safeword.” He tells you, seemingly ignoring your dig, 

It’s as close to an admission that you’re going to get. As close to him acknowledging how fucked up this is. Still, it settles something in you that despite all of this, Lewis is still Lewis under it all. He’s still the guy you fell for. That if you backed down, told him how you felt, that maybe things would be different, 

Still, you don't want to take the risk, and the heat between your legs is screaming at you to stay quiet. 

“Ferrari.” You say, needing something that’s not going to come up in conversation, something Lewis won’t use to dig at you when he fucks you, something thats not Mercedes or Red Bull connected. 

He nods his agreement, before guiding you into the bedroom. 

Your heart is racing as he wordlessly shrugs your Red Bull jacket off, placing it down on the bed before slipping your top off too. It’s almost cold and methodical but then he runs his fingers over the thin fabric of your bra and you gasp as your nipples begin to harden at the touch.

He pulls you into a kiss, biting almost bruisingly at your lip and slipping his tongue over it a second later, all the while slipping his hand down to unbutton your jeans. You help him, shimmying your trousers down and stepping out of them before pushing back up to capture his lips in yours. 

It feels almost normal, almost like everything you wanted as he unhooks your bra and you let it fall between you, grabbing onto his arms and feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch. 

Until it doesn't. 

He pulls back just as quickly as he did earlier, leaving you standing there exposed, nipples hardening with the cool air, in just your panties. 

“Get on the bed.” He instructs, voice harsh.

You scramble to comply, lying on your back and looking over at him as he grabs your jacket, 

“Might as well make this thing useful.” He laughs. “Hands together above your head, grab the frame.” 

You do it and he smirks down at you as he uses the arms of the jacket to tie your hands to the bed frame. 

“What a sight.” He says, leaning back and admiring his work, looking at you laid out in front of him without a protest. “I almost want to take a picture.” 

He looks at you, a clear question in his eyes and when you say nothing he smirks, getting out his phone and clicking a few pictures of just your hands, tied up with the Red Bull jacket clearly identifiable. He doesnt get your face or you’re body in though, and you can't help but let out a small sigh of relief. 

“I wonder what the team would say if they saw that.” He teases. “Maybe I ought to send it to them, show them what a slut their golden boy's little sister is. Maybe I should send it.” 

“Lewis.” You warn, but his words make you squirm. He puts his phone down but doesn't let up. 

“I bet you’re getting off on this aren’t you. I bet your little pussy is soaking already.” 

“Lewis.” You repeat, but this time it comes out much more of a whine.

He smirks, shoving your legs apart and manhandling you into the position he needs to settle between them. It hits something at your core, being treated like this, like a moveable little doll. 

“Seen as though you didn't get to cum last time, how about we see just how many times you can come tonight.” He smirks. “I want to see you cry for me.” 

“But first.” He says. “I want you to beg for it.”

He brushes his hand up your thigh, across the seam of your underwear and up to your chest. He takes his time teasing your nipples, running his fingers over them and pinching at them slightly before leaning down and taking one into his mouth. You arch your back up, moaning as he bites down before soothing it with his tongue. His other hand reaches between your legs, a feathery brush against your clothed pussy. 

“Lewis please.” You cry out, trying to push up into him but he moves his hand away. 

He pauses, moving to bite at your neck collar bone. “Not good enough.” 

He moves over to your other nipple, repeating the process and pressing against your with a light touch again. 

“Lewis I need you in me please, I need you to fuck me.” 

He pinches your inner thigh, right at the seam of your underwear as he bites down a little harder on your sensitive nipple, the other still hard and cold from where his spit has been left on it. 

“Lewis, come on please. I want you to fuck me. No one else can Lewis, just you. I need your cock so badly.”

He pulls of you with a smirk, running his thumbs over both of your sensitive wet nipples to see you squirm against the restraints before he moves down between your legs, 

“You beg like a whore.” He tells you plainly, not even looking at you as he holds your legs apart. You feel shame welling up inside of you but it’s quickly tempered by lewis pressing against your covered pussy, watching as the fabric darkens with your wetness, 

“Look at that. Soaking already. I knew you would be.”

Without much warning, he pushes two of his fingers into you, over the fabric so that the roughness pushes into you as he uses his other hand to brush over your covered fabric. 

“I want you to cum like this.” He says over your moans. “I want you to cum into your panties like a desperate little toy, needy enough that you’ll cum before I can even get them off you.” 

He presses into you a little harder, jamming them inside of you as he quickens his pace. 

It’s embarrassing, the way his words, this situation, his fingers on and pressing into you get you worked up so quickly, but before you know it you’re cumming, soaking your panties around his fingers as you do. Red hot shame fills you at the speed it took for him to get you off, and you can feel the blush rising on your chest and face. 

“Wow.” He laughs at you. “That really was quick wasn't it, you must be really desperate for it.”

He slips your underwear off, and looks at them contemplatively. 

“Open your mouth.” 

He balls up the soaking wet fabric and presses it into you, making you taste yourself as you lay there, tied up and fully naked, cunt dripping and your underwear shoved in your mouth. He looks at you with pure lust in his eyes.

“Actually,” He tilts his head. “I think I'd rather hear you.” 

He pulls the panties out of your mouth and throws them over the side of the bed, smirking as he watches you close your mouth and taste yourself. It’s ridiculous how he’s just treating this like a game, just using you in whatever way he wants for his own amusement, like you’re just there as a little sex toy for him to position and play with until he gets exactly what he wants, no regard for how humiliating it is for you, 

He spreads your legs again, gently pulling you apart so he can look at your dripping wet pussy. Then, without any warning, he leans over and spits directly onto your cunt, watching it drip down your folds and mix with your wetness. 

“Fucking filthy.” He mutters following the spit with his fingers, running them down your pussy and fucking them straight into you, ignoring your gasp as he brushes over your sensitive clit. 

He fucks into you with quick harsh strokes, grabbing your inner thigh with his other hand to keep you spread wide and pressed into the bed. It feels amazing to finally have him inside of you, even if it's just his fingers. 

“Look at you laying there taking it. Taking whatever I give you huh?” 

“Yeah.” You breath out,

He moves to thumb over your clit again, and you clench around him as you let out a high pitched whine.

“What do you say?” 

“Thank you.” You gasp out as he thumbs your clit. 

He smirks. 

“What’s his name?” 

You can't quite grasp what he’s asking, the pleasure you’re feeling under his hands almost too much. “What?” 

“The mechanic you couldn't keep your hands off all weekend. What. Is. His. Name.” 

He punctuates his words with thrusts of his fingers right into your dripping cunt. 

“I don’t know.” You gasp out. 

“You don't know?” 

“No I, I think he told me …but I forgot. I don’t know.” You try. 

“You don’t…” He lets out a cruel mocking laugh. “You’re such a whore, giving it up for anyone aren’t you, don’t even have to know their name.” He pauses, but his fingers don't. “Or were you just doing it to fuck with me? Is it not enough that the car is shit? Is it not enough that Max is fucking humiliating me on track? Do you have to fuck with me too? Get inside my mind and make me jealous and pissed off?”

He seems to be getting into his monologue, fucking his fingers into you faster, curling them up inside you as he brushes your clit with his thumb faster. 

“If you’re such a good fucking team how about every time Max wins on the track you let me fuck your little cunt exactly how I want. That’s fair don't you think?” 

Not really, you think, it’s not fair at all, it’s incredibly fucked up. 

He pauses after he’s said it, hands stilling, looking at you as if he knows that he’s gone too far. 

Contrary to everything you should be feeling, his words make you moan and tighten around him, so maybe you’re just as fucked yourself. At your noise he starts fucking you again, the pressure on your clit and the effect of his words pushing you to the edge. The idea is so incredibly bad but also if you got to do this more then of course you were going to take it. You came here today after all. 

“Okay. Yeah.” You whine out, and without warning you feel yourself pushed over the edge, tightening around his fingers as he drags yet another orgasm from you. 

“I can't believe.” He grunts out, fucking into you still as you scream his name. “That you think you’re a good enough consolation prize.” 

It’s cruel, but you’re pretty sure it's just all part of the game. Although the words are sharp and cutting, there's not the same anger there was before in Abu Dhabi. 

“Lewis please.” You squirm, the feeling too much for you now. Everything is too sensitive. 

Instead of letting up though, he leans down and runs his tongue over your cunt, pressing into your folds and dragging against your clit hard enough to make you shout out, 

He pulls away. “You’re ruining my sheets.” He comments, looking at the pool of slick beneath you, before leaning back in to suck at your oversensitive clit. 

You can't help the noises that are falling out of your mouth, a mindless babble of choked sobs and whines and half formed protests. It’s surely only a few minutes at most but it feels like an hour of overstimulation before he stops again. 

“Fuck. You look so fucking hot when you cry.”

You didn't even notice the tears running down your face until he pointed them out, desperate and frantic. 

“What's up baby?” He mocks, voice laced with condescension. “This is what you wanted isn't it? To cum? You asked for this.” 

You can't even protest anymore, just let out a choked sobbing noise as he thumbs at your clit before pressing his hot wet mouth against you again, flicking his fingers up unrelentingly as you strain against your tied hands. 

“You know, I was going to make you cum again before I fucked you but I think I want to see you cry while you cum on my cock.” 

He gets undressed finally, stripping out of everything this time and you look at him through tear streaked eyes, watching the way his muscles flex as he slips out of his underwear and palms his rock hard cock. 

Wasting no time at all, he runs his cock up against your sensitive cunt, coating himself in your wetness while you wiggle your hips up, desperate for it both to stop and for him to fill you up. You quickly get your wish as he pushes inside of you 

“Fuck you’re so tight still.” He practically growls out when he slips inside of you, despite everything the stretch of his cock still pulls at you and you throw your head back and moan at the feeling. 

“Just you Lewis.” You choke out. “Just you.”  

You hope he gets what you mean. That despite everything that happened you haven't been with anyone since him. You havent fucked your way around the Red Bull mechanics. 

“That's my good little slut.” He praises, fucking into you hard. 

He runs his hand up to your chest, palming your tits before gently slapping one, watching as it bounces under his hand. 

“Fuck.” He breathes out. “Can I?” 

You don't know why he's asking now, after just doing everything before this, but you can't help but smile at the wonder in his voice, the uncharacteristically gentle question. 

“Please.” 

He repeats the action a little harder, the sound of the slap loud in your ears as he continues to fuck into you, groaning as you tighten around him. You think he’s going to do it again but he just thumbs your nipple, rolling and pinching it between his fingers before he leans down and takes it into his mouth. 

He sits back up, watching your chest bounce as he thrusts into you before pausing to spit on your other nipple, thumb immediately running through the wetness, before following it with him mouth, gently biting at it. 

It’s so good that you feel yourself getting close to the edge again. 

“Lewis, Lewis I’m..” You choke out, and he gets the message, pulling back and moving your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, pressing you forward as he fucks into you deeper. 

He snakes his hand around to find your clit, quickly flicking between feathery touches and hard presses, unrelenting until you finally break. 

This time, it's almost painful when you cum, the pleasure ripped out from your core as you clench around him, tears falling from your face as you cry out his name in a choked sob. 

“There you go.” He says affectionately, then, with more bite, “that wasn't so hard was it.” 

He pulls out of you and runs a hand up your cunt, collecting your wetness and watching as fresh tears fall when he rubs against your clit, your cunt shaking under his touch.

He grabs your tit roughly, smearing your own wetness on your chest. Grinning down at his work, he does it again, watching you whimper for him before he spits down on your chest for good measure. 

He quickly unties your hands, directing you to hold your tits together for him, which you do even though your arms feel a little numb from being tied. He gets between you, dick still wet from your cunt, and thrusts up between your tits, fucking them as you lay there, teary eyed beneath him. 

He’s just made you cum three times, using your body however he wanted, playing with you like you were just there for his amusement, a little, what did he call you, consolation prize to make him feel better. This really seals it for you, him fucking up into your tits just because he can, knowing that youll press them together like a good little girl for him, your own wetness acting as lube. 

“Open your mouth,” He says, breath heavy and voice strained, and you do, letting him fuck up and brush the tip of his cock against your tongue. 

That must do it for him, because before you know it he’s paining your tits and your face with him cum, groaning as he watches you take it. 

It’s humiliating, you think, but mostly, mostly it’s really fucking hot. 

He moves off of you, looking down at you before swiping his cum off your cheek. You briefly think it’s a rather caring move, before he shoves his fingers into your mouth for you to clean them, repeating the action until you’ve taken it all, swallowing it down like a good little slut for him. 

“Shit.” He says, laughing a little as he sits back against the bed. 

“Yeah.” You say a little breathless. 

You sit in silence for a while, recovering with his body a warm solid presence next to you. At one point he slips his hand over yours, threading your hands together. 

“You okay?” He asks eventually, his voice a little unsure. 

“Yeah.” You smile up at him, tired and exhausted. “You?”

“Yeah,” 

It’s not the talk you envisioned coming into this, but it’s something. 

“Can I use your shower before I go?” You ask, blushing slightly. 

He laughs a little, running his fingers briefly over your sticky chest. “Yeah, of course.” 

When you get out of the shower, he’s not in the bedroom anymore, so you quickly get changed, stuffing your ruined panties into your pocket and grabbing your jacket. 

You find him in the living room, and he watches you as you make your way towards the door. 

“I meant it, you know. About fucking you every time he wins.” He says before you open the door. 

So maybe you’re not as okay as you thought. Still, you can't help but be a little thrilled at the outcome. 

He raises his eyes as a challenge. 

“So did I.” You wink, quickly slipping out of the door before he can reply. 

Looks like you’ll be coming to a lot more races this season then, you know, just in case they don’t fix those porpoising issues… 

[leixwhite02]

how do you sleep?

synopsis: when rafe cheats on reader she can’t comprehend how he can sleep at night when she’s up thinking

warnings: major angst, cheating, mention of sex, no fluffy ending, just pure angst

a/n: i kinda got sad writing this ngl… but i love angst fics when im angry and rn i’m angry 😭

part 2

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it’s been a full week since you found rafe in bed with another girl, to say you were still hurting was an understatement. she was pretty, and looked nothing like you… makes you stay up late at night thinking if he ever loved you.

which is where you’re at now, you glance over at your clock on your nightstand next to your bed. 3:25 am, you don’t remember when was the last time you got a full nights sleep since it’s happened. your up wondering if he’s thinking about what he did, or even giving you a single thought. you sit there and think why you? you thought he loved you… as you’re thinking flashbacks come back to you.

your just now coming home from a long day at work ready to cuddle next to rafe and forget about today. you’re day has been shitty and all you need is your boyfriend.

as you make your way upstairs assuming that’s where he is being no where else in the house. as your walking up the stairs you think your hearing things, hearing a girls moans…

slowly you make your way up the stairs making little to no noise, as you turn the handle and open the door you see what you thought was the unspeakable, rafe and a blonde model like girl having sex, in your bed…

you shake the flashbacks out of your head before it gets too much, wiping the tears that have fallen down your face. you don’t know why you’re still hurting even after a week but you can’t believe rafe who preached he loved you daily, all of it was a lie.

you lay in bed for another 40 minutes deciding that maybe some water might help you sleep, as your going down the stairs all you can think about as you look around your apartment, all the moments you and rafe shared before all went to hell.

rafes pov

i dread everyday without her, why did i have to be so stupid and make a drunken mistake? he wonders if she’s off with someone new or sleeping peacefully without him there. he’s thought about his choices over the past week, trying to forget but never could.

as he lays in bed, he stares at his ceiling then at the girl laying next to him in bed. he regrets keeping her after the fight with y/n but he needed a distraction. she’s probably off at clubs grinding up against the men anyways, he thinks as he looked at her.

rafe couldn’t even remember her name, all he could think about was y/n, she was the only thing on her mind and he needed to fix things with her as soon as he could. but would she be willing to take him back after everything?

as rafe ponders over what he should do he get out of bed and moves to the en-suite in his room. he looks at himself in the mirror, looking back at him was the monster that hurt a sweet girl.

“fuck” he mutters to him self, deciding to splash water on his face to cool himself down. he walks out of the en-suite and out of the bedroom he walks downstairs to the living room. maybe he should reach out to her? try and fix everything.

that’s exactly what he does, grabbing his phone out of his pocket he pulls up her contact to send her a text. he thinks for a while about what he’s going to say to her, does he send her a long paragraph on being sorry or start simple with a hey?

after thinking for a while he type out the text he wants “hey, can we talk?” and sends it going back upstairs to tell the girl in his bed that she needs to leave.

a/n: sorry to leave you guys on a cliffhanger, if you want me to write a part 2 i can when i get the chance! i hope you guys enjoyed this, being my first writing, i would love feedback on how i can make my writing better!

[lily-alphonse]

Rarepair Sam/Shane joja dorks

I love Sam and Shane. If they dont have a ship name Im calling them Sunnyside (for nonenglish speakers, “sunnyside up” is a way to cook eggs without flipping, so its both a reference to eggs and the sun)

Toxic or nontoxic, I love it. Give me the daddy issues angst. Give me the power imbalance. But also could be sweet! Shane learns to love life again by seeing it through Sam’s eyes. If I was actually going to write it I think I might lean more toxic, I love leaning into Shane’s worst traits (wonder why there are no Shane fics on my main account hmm?)

BUT with these asks Ive been making them all sweet and shit so let me try to think of something for that. I’ll make the age gap like 7 years (23/30 maybe?).

(Future Lily here: I got carried away with this one, it's now an official ficlet that I'll be posting to AO3 too lol)

They’ve been friendly enough as coworkers for a while. Sometimes Shane will even humor him by engaging him in conversation at work. He actually doesn’t seem like a bad guy. Funny even, if you like a deadpan sort of humor. But he’s closed off anywhere else. On Friday nights Sam watches over the pool table as Shane gets so drunk he stumbles home.

He worries about him. Despite Shane’s reputation around town as someone to steer clear of, Sam cares about everyone. And he knows he’s one of the few people Shane will talk to at all.

Things seem to get worse with his drinking. He’s calling out at work more. Coming in late.

Sam starts to come out at night to watch and make sure he gets home okay. He’s usually up when the saloon closes anyway. On nights where Shane’s stumbling badly, Sam goes out into the cold and follows him just in case. You never know with alcohol poisoning. He’s seen it at a party once and never wants to see it again.

But he will if he has to.

One bad winter night he’s following Shane as he does, when they round the corner and he just disappears on the other side. Sam looks around, it’s exceptionally dark on this path into the forest. He’s considering turning the flashlight app on on his phone when he suddenly gets pinned against the nearest barren tree.

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Shane hisses, the alcohol thick on his breath.

“Shane what the fuck!” His heart is racing. Has Shane ever been this close to him before?

“No, you what the fuck! Answer me!”

“I’m just worried!”

Shane groans angrily and lets him go. “Perfect! Of course you’re fucking worried. Let me just add you to the Yoba-damned list of people to disappoint then. No- just don’t okay? Do me a favor and don’t.”

Sam doesn’t know what to say. Despite being a big guy, he doesn’t like confrontation. Never has. He just wants people to be happy.

But Shane seems to want an answer. He’s still standing there, huffing cloudy breaths into the night and staring.

So Sam meekly says what he is thinking. “I just want everyone to be happy.”

An explosive sound comes out of Shane that has Sam flinching, certainly the beginning of a rant, but then he stops as suddenly as he started. He deflates. When his voice comes out next it is weak and broken.

“Of course you do, Sam.” He sighs, and it sounds so sad Sam almost wishes he was angry again. “But maybe some people aren’t built to be happy.”

Sam steps closer to him, just wanting to see into his eyes again in the near darkness. “I don’t believe that,” Sam whispers, Shane looking up to meet his eyes again. “I don’t think you really believe that either.”

“No, you’re right… I think I was happy once. But that might be even worse. If I had never been happy this might hurt less.”

Shane’s eyes are glassy. He’s close enough to hug and Sam is tempted to, but resists. “What happened, Shane?”

“So much. Too much,” he gives a sharp, sort of rueful chuckle as he looks away. But his body stays close. Maybe its the cold that keeps him close, but his cheeks are flushed with heat. "You know I'm turning thirty soon?"

Sam bites his lip, tempted to make a joke. When Shane meets his eyes again though, he can't help it. "Actin' real sixteen to be thirty," he mumbles with a smirk.

Shane elbows him but laughs. "Shut the fuck up. Idiot."

"I'm right though."

"So am I."

"Yeah, I can be an idiot and also right."

Shane laughs again and shakes his head. "Yeah."

"So that's what's got you like this then? That you're turning thirty?"

Shane bites at the inside of his cheek. "Just puts things into perspective, I guess."

Sam nods, though he doesn't really understand. He looks up into the night sky as the silence stretches, eyes hopping from star to star. "D'you think I'll get like that when I'm thirty?"

Shane scoffs, so Sam looks down at him again. "Hard to imagine you ever being anything but nauseatingly positive."

Sam's smile widens. "I'll try and take that as a compliment."

"Course you would," he grumbles. After a moment of silence he speaks again. "Sam?"

"Hm."

"I don't actually want you to stop, by the way."

"I know." Sam leans forward and opens his arms, half-expecting to be pushed away. But Shane hugs him. He leans his head on Shane's and murmurs, "I won't."

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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@doggobrie you weren't alone on this one!

[x-neurotoxin-x]

Im about to rant so follow me for a second here. I keep seeing a lot of that "Touya was born evil and showed no remorse for the things he did even as a kid" take like, everywhere lately and tbh the blatant misinterpretation of Touya and disregard of canon aspects of his character about this never fails to get on my nerves.

Obv not in a "he did nothing wrong" way, he obviously did a bunch of things wrong and went down a dark path bc of a mix of circumstances, victimization, and his own decisions- which makes him such a good character because of the fact he was shaped by his trauma but also has agency in his crimes and made choices himself that got him where he is. He's not a good person and having regrets/remorse doesn't change that, but you guys are just legitimately wrong about him not having any remorse and being "born wrong" when in canon it's been a clear point multiple times to show he knows right from wrong to a degree and feels guilt for the things he's done. Correct me if I'm wrong, but Dabi is the only villain that I can think of from the league who shows remorse, and to some degree responsibility, for his actions.

A lot of the "evidence" people provide is stuff he did as a kid, like attacking Shouto and "Terrorizing Rei." Both of these Touya expressed regret about on screen with him venting to Natsuo at night about how he(Touya) was wrong that day(when he attacked Shouto) and Shouto didn't do anything.

He also expressed wanting to apologize to Rei for the things he said literally right after waking up from a coma in a strange facility where he was essentially being held hostage for 3 years. One of the first thoughts he had was that he did "awful things" ane needed to apologize to his mom and the rest of his family. (Which is honestly kind of devastating and says a lot about his character at the time that he was in such a traumatic situation and thought like that. Everything about post coma/teen Touya is so goddamn tragic.)

He projected his anger and pain from his abuse onto Shouto when he got older- I.e. everything he did as Dabi to Shouto; fighting him, trying to kill him, etc all of which was fucked up and he had no excuse to do but he DID show remorse for doing it. Legit the last time we see him he apologizes specifically to Shouto and it appears during the final battle he had a moment of clarity and everything about Shouto sank in- the soba moment only further showing that.

We also see that scene way back where he was remembering what Snatch said about the families of the people he killed, and Dabi showed remorse there too with the bloody tear symbolism.

So I really do not understand how ppl still call him born evil and remorseless when in canon it's pretty clear Touya's always been a very hurt, angry person who did terrible things either on impulse or out of pain and felt regret for it, but kept doing it because of trauma, very likely mental illness, and his self destructive tendencies. He got colder as he got older, but he's shown to be still capable of remorse and critical thought. He's not just evil for no reason without any second thought, he's more complex than that. It all makes him such a complicated, human, and relatable character and boiling him down to "-insert the ablest slur you all keep using that starts with the letter S- with no remorse who was born evil and wrong" is not only starting to stink of ableism but just a blatant disregard and misunderstanding of his character in general.

[grapesrsogood]

Xanthus x self harming Love

Before i write this i want to make a phew things clear, im writing this out of my own self indulgence, so please, if you’re sensitive these topics then move on. I personally have been clean for over five months now and if you’re struggling with this then please talk to people, whether thats loved ones or friends or even me, anybody. People care and its okay to struggle, addiction is addiction and you aren’t alone <3

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Trigger warnings: mentions of blood, descriptions of blood dripping, descriptions of feeling blood, crying, mentions of dizziness and feeling sick, distraught Xanthus :(

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It was good. It was so fucking good. And i ruined it. The only thing i hear is my heartbeat as i slightly stumble down the hallway. I keep fucking up, its not fair.

When i was making lunch for myself i dropped a plate and it cut my finger. They’re going to be so angry at me, i just know it. Its what they do. They’re all nice and treat you well and then BAM. As soon as you make a mistake they blow up at you. And its all my fault. My hands shake as i reach for the door handle and my breathing becomes more erratic as i walk through on shaky legs.

Im pathetic i know, it’s just a plate, but i need this. Maybe if i hurt now then it’ll hurt that much less when they yell at me.

Xanthus is probably rushing home by now, feeling the same way i do through the bond, i wonder if he has urges too. My eyes drift around the room and land on my drawers where i keep personal items, Xanthus makes sure to not go in it for my privacy.

I hear the drawer open and gently pull out a small box. Its where i keep my blades. I gently open the box and the shiny metal stares back at me. I dont need to feel. I need the numbness. The only thing i can control right now, is the blade. And i need control.

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Surprise Xanthus POV because i didnt want to write any more on such a sensitive subject, we will come back to Love in a minute tho :3

“Do you think Love would like a necklace? Or maybe a bracelet?” I ask Dontis, im trying to find a gift for Love because lately they’ve been doing so well with researching into the supernatural and i think they need a break.

“They’ll adore anything you give them Xanny, dont worry about it,” Dontis says to me as he looks over the plushies, its Valentines day in a week so hes searching for the ‘perfect gift’ for his hunter ‘friend’. I sigh and pick up one of the heart shaped lockets, maybe i could put a photo of us together into it and give it to them? My attention drifts around the store for a minute before my eyes begin to struggle focussing, groaning i move to stand beside Dontis. I pause my steps as i suddenly feel my heart pounding, my throat closing up as i push away the urge to gag.

Dontis looks over to me with a worried expression and i swallow thickly, him now turning his whole body and his eyes trail to my hands shaking against the counter im now leaning on.

“Whats wrong Xanthus?” He asks warily and and i blink, trying to regain my composure, suddenly feeling extremely aware of my surroundings.

“I- uh. Im not quite sure,” i manage to mumble out and my feet start moving without much thought, “Im going to Love.”

Dontis follows without question as we walk to the car in silence, the shakiness in my legs making its self known as i struggle to keep my knees from buckling. When we reach the car i practically fall against it and climb into the passenger seat whilst Dontis starts the engine.

“Are you alright?” Dontis persists as he reverses the car out of its space. I dont respond. Feeling as if im suffocating, the oxygen being stolen from my lungs with each exhale and the watering of my eyes is becoming overpowering.

My whole body tenses and i feel a sharp pain sear through me suddenly and my voice betrays me, a short yell escaping me and i grab my arm, the sharpness slowly fading. Dontis looks over to me, his attention split between me and the road

“What happened?! Are you hurt?!” His worried tone grounds me slightly as another sharp pain shoots through me. My body tensing again as i feel a tear roll down my cheek, the emotions just kept building to a point where i couldnt ignore them anymore. I throw my head back on to the seat, in an effort to gain back control of myself.

“I- i think its Love- somethings happened-“ i stutter out. Worry seeps into me and the overwhelmingness of everything around me kept getting louder and louder.

The car screeches to a halt as we get to the house and i practically slam myself into the door to open it, stumbling over to the door and entering without a second thought. My heartbeat was all i could hear as i dragged myself up the stairs, Dontis mere inches behind me.

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Back to reader POV :>

Their footsteps were thundering as i heard them ruching up the stairs, i would move but i cant. My eyes are glued onto the wall and my limbs are so stiff i couldn’t outstretch them if i tried. The trickles of warm liquid flowed down my arms and i start to panicking inside, would they be angry i did this? Did i get blood on the carpet? Did i hurt Xanthus?-

Xanthus.

I hurt Xanthus.

He can feel it too. The stinging.

My breathing picks up even more and i can hardly see my surroundings. I hear a loud bang but its drowned out by the ringing in my ears. Arms wrap around me and it feels as if im moving in slow motion, Xanthus’s face is blurry and i cant quite make out what hes saying. I notice Dontis standing behind him, but i still cant make out their expressions.

Hands cup my cheeks and wipe at my eyes, the ringing going quieter and i can see the panick and worry on Xanthus’s face. His hair is messy and his eyes are rimmed red with tears.

I fall into him, which isn’t a far distance, and close my eyes for a minute. Maybe i can just rest for a minute, that’d be nice.

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Back to Xanthus 🤷‍♀️

Their head hits my shoulder and i gently start to rock them, making sure neither of us start to feel sick again. I begin to calm down, my heart slowing and my breathing evening out as i feel Love start to calm as well. I look up to Dontis and he makes eye contact with me for a moment, his eyes pitiful as he shifts his gaze to look over them. He crouches down slowly and gently takes hold of their arm, assessing the damage.

“I have seen these things in humans before, but never this closely. It’s intriguing, the reasons why, and its something too many people dont understand.” Dontis sighs and lays their hand back down on the floor, being careful to avoid contact with any injuries.

“I should clean them up,” i say and begin to stand, pulling them up into my arms, hissing when pain shoots through me again.

“I can help if you would like-“, Dontis begins but i cut him off, “no, i have everything i need in the bathroom, thank you.” Dontis hums and begins to walk out the door, turning to look at us again before leaving, concern still evident on his face.

Love was half unconscious, light headed from the adrenaline, so i carried them in to the bathroom. Setting them down on the counter and leaning them up against the wall, i bend down to retrieve the first aid kit from under the sink and i dabb cleaning alcohol onto a sterilised cotton pad and gently wipe their arm. The stinging pain causing us both to flinch slightly as Love drearily clings onto my jacket, but i persist.

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Love POV (are all the POV changes a good thing or a bad thing i cant tell D:)

His arms are shakily wrapped around me as the ringing in my ears slowly continues to fade. Lifting my head up as much as i could, i looked to his face.

He was distraught and frantic, his eyes burning into every inch of my arm and tears begin to burr my vision once again. He’s gonna be so mad with me, and Dontis will probably reprimand me for breaking one of his expensive plates.

I tried my best to speak but i couldn’t seem to form any words, except for one.

“Xanthus…” was all i could say, my face contorted into a grimace as the pain shoots through me with every swipe. “Xanthus…” i repeat, the word on loop in my head, maybe if i keep saying his name then he’ll love me again.

I feel him shift and his hand cups my cheek again and he presses his forehead into mine gently.

“Im here, Love,” is all he says, almost in a whisper.

The tears flowed freely now and i sobb into his shoulder as my hand clings to his clothing, my body desperately squeezing his, seeking any form of comfort or solace in him.

“Im not letting you go, Love, you’re okay,” he keeps mumbling more to himself than to me, and i feel bandages begin to be wrapped around my arm, the material sticking to the disinfectant cream already applied there.

His hands move to grab my things and he lifts me off the counter, effortlessly carrying me to our bed and setting me down softly. He kisses my forehead and pulls me into his arms, stroking through my hair with gentle fingertips.

His hands aren’t cold or warm, simply comforting, his breath’s synchronise with mine and my cheeks are stained with tears. My body finally begins to relax as i cling to him, not wanting to let go.

“I love you,” he whispers, and i cant help but take his free hand in mine and fall asleep with our fingers intertwined.

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I hope that this is okay, i wont usually write stuff like this, I prefer one shots and fluff but i just needed this.

Remember, you are worth life and your life is worth living, even if it doesn’t feel like it now, you will find your place eventually. There are always options, it might seem impossible but you can get through this <3

See you in the next one :D

[deadduvznap]

jayhoon having angry sex. and blood. - (your favorite) omega anon

this has been sitting in my drafts since i got it.

im a firm believer that jay doms hoon in every situation (including lore) and you cant convince me otherwise now listen okay hear me out its a situation where like prob after a concert or no during it lets say sunghoon is doing sm fanservice w the other members and jay gets mad and i mean PISSED at sunghoon and sunghoon knows but he cant do anything abt it he just keeps doing all that fan service w the other members so jay is PISSED and on the way to the hotel they are in different vans or wtv BUT. they share a room and hoon knows jays pissed so he begs the other boys to switch but they are all like nah man you did this to urself so hes like ah fuck so he finally goes into the room and he sneaks into the shower and when hes out jay is just sitting on the bed looking angry with a towel around his neck and waist and sunghoon just silently goes to sit on his bed before bed and he faces the other direction and jay is facing opposite of him so they r back to back and jay finally talks and hes like im mad at you hoon and hoon is like i know im sorry and jays like sorry isnt good enough blah blah blah hoons like ill give you apology head :( and jays like im still so mad at you but i cant turn down head so jay is sitting on the bed he forces hoon to the floor and hoon starts to go down on his dick and jay is PISSED hes sitting there towelless arms crossed his jaw clenched in anger sunghoon between his legs hes staring at hoon his eye twitching and hes like if you dont hurry the fuck up ill make you hurry and hoon knows how jay gets when hes angry and he doesnt want his head bashed in so hes getting to buisness he gathers the spit thats in his mouth and he opens his mouth and lets it drip (more like waterfall) onto jays cock, he then purses his lips and wraps them around the head of jays cock and he sucks HARD and jay jumps a bit cus he wasnt expecting it and it kinda hurt so he smacks hoon lightly, jokingly, on the head and goes what the fuck are you doing and hoon doesnt reply he just shoves his head down as far as it can go as fast as possible and jay folds over and chokes for a second before hoon comes back up and goes back down again and oh yeah is it too late to mention hoon doest have a gag reflex ? anyways jay is folded over his hand in hoons hair and hoon is bobbing his head up and down contemplating biting jays dick off, just because, but he decides against it and keeps going and before jays about to cum he pulls sunghoons head off his dick, quite hard actually and sunghoons is startled at the pain and the yank and he feels like his hair is about to get ripped off and jay is holding his hair in a TIGHT grip and he drags him on to the twin sized bed and sunghoon lets out cries of pain as he stands up hunched over at the hight jays hand is grabbing him and he has one hand gripping jays wrist and the other trying to push him away and his towel falls off and hes like what the fuck are you doing ??? let go of me ?? and jay is like shut the fuck up you deserve this and you know it and now sunghoon is getting angry because even though hes a sub and a bottom he doesnt like being yanked around like this and jay pushes him onto the bed and sunghoon is fucking seething hes naked and his dick is half hard and his head hurts but he cant do anything because if he tries to leave jays is gonna bash his head into a wall and he doesnt want that so jay flips him over onto his tummy and lifts his ass in the air and hes pretty bent in half becuse hes rlly flexible and sunghoon is really uncomfortable in that position but jay doesnt care he just wants to fuck sunghoon so hard he forgets about the other members and so he can forget his anger and not kill someone or break smth so he grabs the lotion thats sitting on the side table he used after he showered and he lubes up his dick and his fingers and shoves two of them in sunghoon pretty hard and hoon freaks out because it hurts and jay is like shut the actual fuck up i dont want to hear it right now and he sticks his dick in sunghoon and hoon shreiks in pain into the pillow he feels like

hes getting ripped open, the lotion isnt doing much at all for lube he feels the lotion dry up quickly and he feels like his insides are ripping open and he starts to cry and jay doesnt give a fuck hes using the blood dripping from hoons hole to lube up more but that doesnt do anything to help and jay lets out an annoyed groan and rolls his head back hes annoyed at sunghoon for crying so loudly and that the "lube" isnt working and he remembers what happened and now hes even angrier and he pulls out and walks over to his bag for a second and sunghoon relaxes his body for a second and he can see the blood starting to drip down his inner thigh before it quickly congeals and sticks to his skin and he sees the drops of blood on the sheets and he feels like hes gonna cry again and jay comes back and grabs his arm and flips him over and he almost falls off the side of the bed when jay yanks him back over to the middle and sunghoon cant do anything but be limp and space out and jay starts to lube himself and sunghoon up before he sticks his dick back in sunghoons hole again and sunghoon starts to cry as he lays against the bed and jay kind of feels bad but hes still pissed at him so he tosses his empathy into his mind vault and starts fucking the poor boy again and sunghoons body is limp as jay knocks into him hes flailing around as his vision is blurry and hes staring at jays face and he starts getting mad again he shouldve bitten this fuckers dick off when he had the chance and jay leans over him and sunghoon just sinks his teeth into jays... wherever it is as hard as possible and jay grunts and pushes sunghoons face away but sunghoon had already pierced the skin and the blood was starting to form little beads in the wound on his shoulder

[kyosaya-enthusiast]

Crazy long personal rant auggh

I feel like there's nobody I can really talk to anymore,,

my friends at school play everything off as a joke and say I'm simply being a baby

But then it's difficult to open up with the people who I trust the most because I don't want to worry them either...????

I haven't been able to sleep or eat well. I'm constantly feeling guilty about so many things that I can't change even if I wanted to and now a whole group of my... frrrriieennndss... keep saying such nasty things to me, it SUCKS cuz I've been struggling to even look at myself in the mirror lately and them shaming me for the way I look and act is making it even worse???

This person who's basically a friend of a friend keeps punching me and trying to scratch me constantly (i have slight cuts and big bruises on me due to this)?!?!?!?!? they keep insulting everything about me and my connections because my friends decided to tell her my business... the fact that it's not even JUST her getting on my nerves this year. it's a whole group of people for both school days (since I switch schedules per day) is ughg.h.. SICK and tired of even being here, man

Nobody even likes ME for ME. Half of these people don't even remember my name they just shove papers in my face and make me do their work, or they'll start doing things that they know will bother by making fun of me and such

Genuinely feel so weak rn physically AND mentally.

It takes so much just to get out of bed now. I used to love going to school and everything, I've been a straight A student since FOREVER and now I'm struggling to even stay awake in class or to not cry as soon as I receive a test cuz ik I'll just make me mom angry at me too

For the sake of the few people who might actually care about me I try to not hurt myself in any way but it's so... uagfhhg it gets so bad that it jjst hurts to think abt anything.

Seriously just...SO ANNOYED AT EVERYTHINGGG I WANT OUTTTTTT I WANT OUTTTT I NEED I NEEDDDDD TO LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND GAHDHFHFHH

"Mar why have you been so weird recently its sorta annoying"

Hey so I'm trying to NOT die rn give me an hour to relax, take a deep breath, and then maybe I'll smile for you and laugh at your stupid fucking jokes made to mock me all day ok!!!

Myyyy bad, sorta tired im sleepy!!

Cluching pmmm content in my arms gahh only thing keeping me sane...

[wooziorgans]

fic updates!!

hi gang uh. it’s been a while, so here’s a full list of things that are currently in progress.

please let me know if there are any works that should be prioritized!! I think suck it and see is gonna be first up. no set dates quite yet but,,, that ones short so I’ll probably just drop it unannounced. also most of these are nsfw works. so mdni.

ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR SMALL THINGS. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND THEM IN!!!

BULLET POINT IDEAS:

if u saw me reblog a post by @sunshinedeekay , you’ll definitely have seen some of these ideas in their post. it’s not plagerism, we talked abt these ideas together, and my take on them is veryyyyyy woozi centric cus hes the loml.

TTT - couples retreat

joining jihoon and the rest of the members and their partners in a ttt episode of gose

campfire (woozi centric)

sitting around a campfire with svt because it’s that time of year.

grocery store au (woozi centric)

svt members position working at a grocery store.

manager jihoon having such a soft spot for the students working for him.

bss fucking around and breaking a jar of pickles.

SHORTER WORKS:

suck it and see - bf!jihoon x reader

summary: all jihoon had was a simple meeting. the problem is, he looks a little too good in his button up.

warnings: (recently) established relationship. first time together in any sexual way. oral (m. receiving). woozi in a white button-up with his sleeves rolled up. wonwoo and mingyu are kinda?? idk how to explain it but you’ll see. chan has a gf n she’s just kinda there. possessive (but in a healthy?? way?) jihoon. a little throat fucking. hair pulling.

“Y/N,” Jihoon hisses. Y/N whines softly as his grip on their waist tightens. “Angel, I think we should head out.” He says softly, still trying to hold his composure. If there was one thing he wasn’t about to do, it was pop a boner in a room full of his friends. He’d never hear the end of it. But the way Y/N sat so nicely on his lap, with their ass rubbing against his cock every time they moved— god, it was so hard to keep his hormones in check.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about sex before. They had, multiple times, when make out sessions got a little too heated and Jihoon was left hard as a rock. The relationship was a little too new for them to ever get farther than feeling each other up. It was a very hard line that Y/N chose to draw in the sand, and Jihoon respected it. Something about tonight was different.

Y/N’s grip on his forearm tightened, thumb brushing against the fabric that had been rolled up. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” They ask quietly, answer given before it’s even verbalized in the way his thumb circles their hip.

“No, god, never. But I’m thinking about things that would get me put on a watch list so that I don’t… y’know.” Jihoon presses a soft kiss to the base of their neck. “I just don’t want to be like this around the guys.” He laughs, but it’s strained. Just like how the fabric of his pants has started to feel. Y/N shifts again to test the water, and boy, is it tested.

when? - geto!woozi x ex jujutsu sorcerer!reader

summary: it’s been ten years since jihoon was banished from jujutsu tech. it’s been ten years since he slaughtered an entire village at the age of seventeen. it’s been ten years since y/n last saw him.

warmings: angst. hurt/comfort. jujutsu kaisen au. kind of post-breakup au. a little bit of a soulmate au if you squint. mega jujustu kaisen spoilers. woozi as geto. long haired woozi. mentions of massacring a village (if you’re familiar w jjk you know what im talking about). unresolved issues. unrequited love (kinda?). attempted murder kinda. hoshi as gojo. dialogue heavy.

The deep swell of the clouds overhead black out the sky. They swirl, angry, as they weep. A storm is brewing deep within them. The low rumble of thunder shakes the apartment building. Tonight is a night full of pain for the sky.

It’s equally as painful for Y/N.

The sharp knock on the door this late into the evening disturbs them. Y/N holds the cup of tea they were in the middle of making as they walk towards to door.

It’s most likely a solicitor, but to be out in this weather? They must be desperate. The knocks sound again; they must be really desperate. “One second!” Y/N calls, walking the few feet to the door. They swing it open forcefully, pissed off as the knocks echo once again.

Lee Jihoon stands on the other side of it. He looks older now. Out of reflex and shock, Y/N moves to slam the door closed. Jihoon slides a foot into the crack. He winces as it slams into the side of his shoe.

“Can I come in?” He’s beaten to all hell. Scratches cover parts of Jihoon’s face and arms, the blood flowing out of them mixed with the rain. He’s soaked, shivering softly with hair stuck to his forehead.

Y/N nearly drops their cup of tea, hand tightening around the door handle. It shakes as they pull it open more. “Um, yeah. I guess.” Jihoon slips inside, feet tracking in water. He’s considerate enough to slip his shoes off, but his socks are equally as wet.

lunch - seokmin x reader

summary: listening to an album with y/n’s boyfriend unlocks something in him. something almost dangerous for seokmin, and the best possible thing for y/n.

or, seokmin wants to be a better boyfriend. he’s fine as is, but it doesn’t hurt to start taking his partner out to lunch and craving a second course once they’re at home.

no teaser available at the moment but…. u get the idea.

drown - wonwoo x reader

summary: wonwoo wants to help his best friend; he really does. but things are so much harder to understand with a heavy heart of his own. so y/n explains what’s going on in terms he’ll get.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, best friends to ???. mentions of others drinking (specifically chan. this is not an accurate representation of how i see chan, i love him). brief mentions of reader n chan in a rlly complicated situation ship. stress, feelings of depression, etc. just both of em going through a rlly hard time :((( reader n wonwoo r passing a vape back n forth throughout this.

“Woo,” Y/N exhales, pulling the blanket over their chest, “I don’t even know what to say.” They lay their head on his chest, closing their eyes softly. They try to push back the tears, but the pressure is overwhelming.

“It’s okay. Take your time.” Wonwoo coos, wrapping his arm tighter around their shoulders.

“I just— I feel so stupid for even thinking that I had a chance.” They exhale slowly. “Like, I can never be first place against someone who doesn’t even care about him.” The tears they had been holding back for the last ten minutes slowly begin to fall as they open their eyes again.

Immediately, Wonwoo knows what Y/N is talking about. Their over complicated situation-ship had been a heavy topic that hung in the air for most of the last week. Wonwoo knew as soon as he entered the apartment that something was off. When the soft, hesitant knocks bounced off his door into his room, he knew.

He opened his door; to the soft call of his name from a shaking voice, and eyes that seemed to be brimming with tears. His body moved to usher Y/N into his room, to bring them to his bed and tuck them in as they both leaned against the headboard and held each other.

“Chan’s on the phone,” Y/N said flatly, face burning red as they struggled to speak.

“I know,” Wonwoo whispered into the air.

“With her.” They closed their eyes, suddenly hyper aware of their own heart beat.

“I know.” Wonwoo sighed, arm wrapping around their shoulders. He hated this; this look of pity on Y/N’s face, their eyes so wet from holding it together. The hesitance in their voice; something Wonwoo never heard in it. They were always so confident, so optimistic. It was gone entirely.

FULL LENGTH FICS:

abstract - idol!jihoon x reader

professor lee is a fantastic teacher. above all, he is a knowledgeable old man who is incredibly passionate about his job and his students. he enjoys dancing, bad karaoke, eating lunch with his students, writing with expensive pens, teaching and talking about his family. and he is about to give his last class, not because he’s retiring, but because he’s terminal. he doesn’t expect to make it to the end of the semester. y/n loves the philosophy class taught by professor lee. this year’s class is different. this year, the students enrolled in professor lee’s philosophy classes will learn about life and death, but the most important lesson y/n learned comes in the form of their professors son; jihoon.

current warning list: gn!reader. afab!reader. implied bi!reader. very brief reader x female oc. college stuff (academics, drinking, jihoon smokes cigarettes). mentions of issues with food/not eating. major character death. homophobia, heartbreak, life lessons. philosophy talk. grieving. hella hurt/comfort. this has a happy ending i swear.

The earth seems very far away. Wherever the two of them are right now, home seems so far away. It’s a very small dot compared to the rest of the vast and dark universe. Whatever is here, it shares the darkness and the emptiness of the vacuum of space. Whether it was a moment of total dissociation, or just shock, nothing seems quite real to Jihoon. The room is no longer spinning, but it feels just as fuzzy. His eyes feel bleary and heavy from crying, which he has also stopped doing. He watches from the front porch as his father is carried into the back of a hearse, Y/N held tightly to his side.

It’s cold, and the sun has begun to set. The glow of the afternoon is long gone. His mother and cousin are almost nonexistent in this moment. The only thing that really grounds him to the earth is the warmth of Y/N’s body inside his jacket. Their arms are crossed to keep the heat in. Jihoon tightens his hold on their bare arm.

It’s beautiful, he recognizes. The clouds are deep shades of purple; it’s an unusual occurrence for this time of year. ‘It’s just like him,’ He thinks, ‘to pick the most beautiful day to die.’ The hearse drives off and no one moves. No one speaks. The wind has even seemed to stop blowing; the earth has gone completely silent.

end of beginning - fbi agent!jihoon x detective!reader

summary: decorated detective Lee Jihoon transfers to the NYPD to catch yet another deranged serial killer. The only difference this time is his set of colleagues, and his unbridled hatred for one of them.

warnings: jun is dead as hell in this fic (he was readers old partner n died in a shootout) I am so sorry for this one seriously oh my god. if it’s any consolation, it’s only talked about n he doesn’t die during the fic. GRAPHIC depictions of violence, murder, bodily mutilation, getting shot; generally pls just be aware that this is a fic abt chasing down a serial killer in new york. woozi is such an asshole in the first little bit of this fic but he has his reasons. enemies to lovers. coworkers to lovers. ANGST. smut. fluff.

“You want me as an equal? Then start doing half the fucking work!” He snapped. God, how easy it would be to draw their gun right now and take him down a peg, Y/N thought. The intrusiveness of the thought made their body run cold.

Sure, Jihoon has always been an asshole, but shooting him? I’m getting far too invested in this. Y/N thought again, swallowing harshly. They let out a shaky breath, deciding to not say anything to counter him. This profile was hard. It had been two months, with five separate incidents and they had nothing.

“What? Nothing? Have I finally gotten you to shut up?” Jihoon sneered, a smirk falling onto his face. Any chance at silencing themselves was gone now.

“I really, really fucking hate your guts Lee. If it wasn’t for this fucking case I would happily never see you again. You’re self-centred and cocky, and frankly, you’ve contributed fuck all to this investigation. We’re two months in, both of us of the two most decorated detectives in North America. We have nothing. Don’t you dare fucking lecture me about putting in the work when the stakes are so high.” Y/N’s hands gripped their hair, pulling it harshly as they paced to the other side of the room. “I’m not about to lose another partner, not again.” It sounded like a sob.

“Feelings mutual.” Jihoon states, pushing open the glass door of the room and leaving. He swallows harshly as he exits, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He’d gone too far, and for the very first time, his argument with Y/N had left him with a sour taste in his mouth and the all too familiar feeling of guilt in his stomach.

when we’re both thirty - producer!jihoon x reader

summary: after writing a contract while drunk in college that detailed if both parties were still single by the time they were thirty they would get married, jihoon and y/n forget about it. nine years and one divorce later, jihoon finds himself on y/n’s doorstep begging for forgiveness and a place to stay. the only issue is, he realizes his feelings four years too late.

current warnings: so much angst. unrequited love. friends to strangers to ??? to ???? to lovers. four years of silence from jihoon. broken heart syndrome. reader struggling hardcore w depression after the unofficial official breakup. bss bestie shenanigans. hoshi is the mvp here. hoshi calls jihoons ex wife a whore at one point. (more to be determined. this one is still in the beginning stages)

“I’m taking Y/N home.” Soonyoung pats his friend on the shoulder twice. Jihoon’s mouth falls open softly, a look of confusion on his face.

“Why? Is everything okay?” He can’t help but worry, despite his new bride glaring at the concern on his face. “Are they okay?” Soonyoung nods curtly.

“Um, they just don’t feel well. They’re in my car right now.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but the tears they had been holding back all night were getting closer and closer to spilling. The last thing Y/N wanted was to be accused of ruining Jihoon’s wedding by crying.

He was still their best friend after all. Even if being in love with him felt like getting their heart ripped out through their throat, it was still his big day. Even if Seokmin had to calm them down in the bathroom, the family bathroom, and they received strange looks from the group of strangers who saw both of them exit it, it was Jihoon’s day. Y/N wanted nothing more than for this day to be a happy one, to be the last day where they could say they loved him.

But things didn’t work out like that.

All it did was twist the knife deeper, puncture holes in their lungs that made it impossible to breathe.

pride and dignity - idol!jihoon x male!soloist!reader

summary: jihoon’s managed to keep his private life out of the media for the last ten years. however, his first ever scandal is a dating scandal; and even worse, one with another man. with the mistake of going out for drinks and getting a little too touchy, jihoon has to navigate all of the speculation on his sexuality, and his growing feelings for the other person caught in the middle of it all.

warnings: m!reader, but i use they/them for reader in this fic bcs it’s easier to distinguish reader from woozi that way. i grew up writing gay fan fiction, i am using they/them for reader out of pure convenience to keep my shit straight. hoshi n lee soohyuk r together. woozi is gay. he likes men in this bad boy. dating scandal. mild homophobia. lots of sex talk. this is really just porn with a lot of plot. plot with a little porn??? idk. this is so angsty my lord. woozi is a TEASE in this oh dear. a little dialogue heavy in some places. soft n tender woozi makes his return!!. reader has a little bit of anxiety. did i mention angst. angst. pledis statements. that’s a warning in and of itself.

Jihoon’s heart beats wildly in his chest as he stares at his phone. The photos of them that were leaked looked incredibly intimate. Jihoon’s arm is wrapped around Y/N’s waist, a tender smile on his lips. He looks like he’s in love. He was just drunk.

Still, the soft expression on his face is noted in the headline of the article. Woozi and Y/N Entangled in Gangnam. Jihoon feels sick.

Entangled. That they most certainly were. This is what he was afraid of: his personal life intertwining with his professional career.

The call from his manager comes soon after. Jihoon sinks into his couch as his manager rambles on about how detrimental this scandal could be to his career. Jihoon knows. He knows better than anyone what this could mean for not only him but Y/N.

Y/N’s in a much worse position; they said it themselves, being gay is a death sentence in the K-Pop industry. Especially when you’re new to it.

“I can confirm that the person in the photos is Y/N. As for the circumstances surrounding the photos, I won’t comment on any rumours or speculation. All I can say is that Y/N and I remain committed to our work and professional relationship moving forward.” Jihoon keeps his words calculated and careful as his manager asks for an official statement. Pledis was taking a new approach with this scandal, and hearing from the source was what they deemed best.

He had no idea how Y/N’s company would handle it. Jihoon only hoped that they wouldn’t be too hard on them.

But he knows.

He knows any way it’s dealt with will hurt Y/N’s career. Jihoon feels like he’s going to throw up.

statute of limitations - criminal defense lawyer/single dad!seokmin x neighbour!reader

summary: getting a new neighbour is always an experience. getting a hot single dad right across the hall I n even better experience.

tags: jeongcheol canonically. lawyer/roommate!jeonghan, mentions of wack crimes/assault (cus they’re lawyers). more tags to be added here as well.

“Hi.” He smiles, opening the door wide enough for Y/N to step into his apartment. “What brings you here at this hour?” His smile is still so bright, despite the fatigue on his face and the hour of the day.

“Sorry.” Y/N looks down. “I needed to get way from Jeonghan for a bit. Is it okay if I come in for a bit? I promise I won’t keep you up much longer.” Y/N looks back up at him, smiling softly, eyebrows raised slightly to make their eyes look bigger.

“Course,”

“I seriously thought about strangling him. He just gets on nerves about certain things and it’s so—“ Seokmin laughs.

“I’m not too sure if you should be confessing your violent impulses to a criminal defence lawyer, angel.” He coos, setting the glasses onto coasters on his coffee table. He grabs his glasses from the table, slipping them onto his face before he finally leans back onto the couch. There’s very little space between the two of them.

how do you talk to a star? - PREQUEL TO HOW TO KILL THE SUN

summary and tags are a work in progress so here is a little teaser.

Ah, yes. The origins of the nickname angel.

Jihoon was babysitting once again as the rest of his friends drank. The booth in the bar was crammed full of people, most of them eating half as much as they drank. It was one of the rare times he had agreed to go out without being forced; this making it a cause for celebration.

“You’ll babysit me, right?” Soonyoung asked, an hour earlier when he wasn’t drunk. Jihoon huffed, nodding reluctantly. He rolled his eyes, not exactly happy to spend his Friday night watching Soonyoung cry in another alcohol induced breakdown.

A gentle pat to his thigh pulls him out of his dissociation. “You okay?” Y/N asks, nursing another glass of god knows what. He looks up from the table to them. He hums softly.

“Mm, yeah. Just spaced out a bit.” He laughs quietly, thought it sounds a little forced.

“You sure? You’ve been spacing out a lot recently.” Y/N rests their hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Jihoon’s heart swells a little at the action. Most people leave him to his own devices in situations like this. They let him deal with the overstimulation on his own. Y/N? Y/N’s a little different when it comes to these things.

“Yeah. Just a little tired.” His hand slides over Y/N’s, giving it a soft squeeze.

“If you want, I’m sure no one would be upset if we left.” Y/N starts, brushing the fabric of his jeans in an attempt to soothe him. It works.

“No. You’re having a good time; I’m just a little spaced out but I’m fine here.” He gives a small smile to them as they rest their head against his shoulder. It was definitely the alcohol in Y/N’s system that made such an action so easy for them.

role model is also on this list. i got extraordinarily busy and didn’t end up finishing it on time, and life kinda got busy and i couldn’t write anything happy for a while but i swear i will finish it!

these won’t be out for a while, I think this is my fic plan for the rest of the year tbh. but if anyone has any suggestions or requests for something shorter that they want to see, again, please feel free to send them in!!!

[red-sneakers]

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: G

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Eri, Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Katsuki helps Izuku babysit an unruly Eri who has opinions about how Katsuki should treat the person he likes.

Genres: comfort, humor, romance

Word count: 1,020

For @gil-shalossssss as a thank you for the adorable fan art of my fanfic, Go Get Your Man, Young Bakugou!

Check out their cute art here!

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Usually, babysitting Eri was a piece of cake. She was such a good kid. In some ways, she reminded Izuku of his younger self: always on his best behavior for fear of being a burden. In his heart of hearts, Izuku was glad Eri’d been acting up today, because it probably meant she was getting more comfortable with him. That said, he was exhausted.

“No, you’re saying it wrong!” Eri stomped a socked foot on the carpet of the common room for the 100th time that evening.

Izuku sighed from under a mountain of pillows, making sure his irritation wasn’t loud enough for the little girl to hear. “What do you want me to say, Eri?”

“It’s not fun if you’re not scared!” 

Izuku buried his face in a cushion. He’d never been a very good actor. When he was a kid, it was different, because the make believe games felt real, especially the ones he played with Kacchan. Right now, however, he was having trouble “getting into character.” It’d been a long day.

“Come oooon!” Eri whined.

Izuku drew a bolstering breath. “Save me, Healing Hero: Uni!” He cringed at his own voice. Eri was right; he didn’t sound scared at all. “My legs are stuck under this pillow.” Izuku realized his mistake too late. “I-I-I mean rubble! Under this rubble!”

“Noooo!!” Eri’s yell flipped into a piercing whistle register.

“What’s with the damn racket, hah?!”

Izuku poked his head from the pillow pile at the sound of Kacchan’s voice. Despite the angry eyebrows and tense grip on his wooden spoon, Kacchan looked soft in his black pajama shirt and sweats, stirring a pot of what smelled like his signature spicy curry.

“He won’t . . . s-say it right . . .” Eri murmured, her face almost as red as her dress. She must’ve been embarrassed to be caught in a meltdown.

“Heh. That’s ‘cause Izuku can’t say anything right.” Kacchan grinned. Izuku’s face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. He opened his mouth to make a retort, but then Kacchan’s face melted into something softer. Awkward, even. “But he, uh . . . He always does his best. So give ‘im a break, eh?”

Eri’s lower lip quivered. Oh no, oh no, it was starting. Izuku’d known Eri for about a year, and he’d only seen her cry about four times. She held it in, because she didn’t want people to know they’d upset her. Izuku could tell. Eri only ever cried when she thought she’d hurt someone else. But she wasn’t to blame! Izuku should’ve been able to keep her happy. Why couldn’t he have just been a better ‘helpless civilian’?

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay.” Izuku stumbled free of the pillow pile. “See? No tears!” He squatted in front of Eri and pointed to his own dry eyes. Somehow that only made more tears pool in Eri’s until they spilled over. “Oh, gosh, please don’t be sad, Eri! I’m not sad. Really! I’m just a little tired, that’s all! Three hours is kind of a long time to play hero, and—“

“Three hours?” Kacchan interrupted. “No wonder the kid’s pissy. She’s fucking hungry, idiot.”

A few minutes later, Izuku, Kacchan, and Eri sat around the circular kitchen table, each with a large, steaming bowl of Kacchan’s famous spicy curry (Izuku with an extra side of rice, because he was a ‘wimp’ according to Kacchan). 

Kacchan’d been right about Eri. She seemed much happier with a belly full of a delicious, home cooked meal. Izuku often forgot his own meals, but forgetting Eri’s dinner was basically a crime. He’d have to do better next time. Maybe he’d start getting healthy, pocket-sized snacks to keep in case Eri got hungry randomly during the day. The grocery store sold veggie snacks, but she’d need something with protein so—

“Quit muttering, nerd.”

“S-sorry, Kacchan.” Izuku stuffed his cheeks with rice to stifle any unconscious muttering.

“Why do you call Deku names?” Eri asked with curry stuffed in her own chipmunk cheeks. She could handle spice almost as well as Kacchan.                       

“‘Cause he’s a nerd.” Kacchan answered flippantly, adding even more hot sauce to his own bowl.

“But don’t you like him?”

Izuku inhaled a chilli flake and choked. 

Kacchan slapped him hard between the shoulder blades, and the flake dislodged. “Yeah, so?”

Izuku wheezed. Kacchan was admitting to liking him? Of course, he didn’t mean romantically. There was no way. But still, Izuku never thought he’d hear Kacchan admit to more than tolerating him.

“You’re ‘spose to call him something nice,” Eri insisted. Izuku held his napkin to his mouth, more to hide his flushed face than clean the sauce on his chin.

Kacchan leaned across the table, grinning like the cheshire cat. “Oh yeah? Wadda you suggest, Eri?” He addressed Eri, but he looked right at Izuku, and the hairs on the back of Izuku’s neck stood on end.

“Hmmm . . .” Eri scrunched up her face in serious thought, as if she’d just been given the task of choosing the number one hero’s official hero name. This was dangerous. Lately, Eri’d been getting more and more interested in the kind of stories where princes and princesses fall in love at the end. There was a non-zero chance she was about to suggest a super lovey-dovey nickname.

“It’s okay, Eri,” Izuku tried to redirect the conversation, “I really don’t mind when Kacchan calls me a—“

“I’ve got it!” Eri lit up. “Honey Bunny!”

Izuku froze. 

Kacchan’s shoulders quivered and he covered his mouth with a broad hand, presumably hiding his laughter.

Eri bounced in her seat, clearly proud of herself. “‘cause of the ears on his hero costume!”

Izuku was at a loss. Surely, Kacchan would shut down that nickname (err, pet name), and it’d probably hurt Eri’s feelings since she was so proud of it, but how could Izuku console her without admitting that Kacchan calling him a pet name would be a dream come true that could never in a million years actually—

“Alright.” Kacchan leaned back in his chair, smugly crossing his arms. “Honey Bunny it is.”

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If anyone is inspired to continue the story, PLEASE DO! I’d love to read it. (Just please don’t useChatGPT.)