#one time i went to a ramen bar and i let the guy talk me down to a level 6 and i should not have it wasnt as good :(

[stealchain]

spicy food my beloved

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Comes animae 3 - Apotheosis

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con,

Warnings chapter: Stalking, curse words, kidnapping

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Chan slams Sunggyu to the ground, choking him while draining his blood. Chan then carries the lifeless body to the lake not far from the school and makes sure to drop him in the deepest part of the lake, with a big rock tied to his leg so he would sink immediately. 

When I was finished teaching the kids one of the teachers came running up to me. “Y/N? Have you seen Sunggyu?” I shook my head. “No, not since after the break. Maybe he went home earlier. But if you don’t mind I have work in half an hour.” She nods and lets me go. So I took a taxi toward the bar that I worked at. “Eight more hours to go and then I can finally sleep,” I mumbled under my breath. I greeted my boss and went behind the bar. “A bloody mary.” I looked at the old man and shrugged. “It’s just four in the afternoon, and people are already drinking.”I made the drink and gave it to him. “So pretty, what’s your name? We can go eat ramen after you are done with your shift.” I leaned over the counter. “Sorry, I have a very late shift and I’m not into old guys.” My boss understood that I said those things, but have gotten a few warnings for my attitude. It wasn’t very busy around this time, so me and my colleague were talking happily. “No Yeji, he asked me out, a dinner date tomorrow! Ah, Sunggyu is so cute. I swear.” Me and Yeji decided to start working again, as with time the place got busier by the minute. “God I hope it would be dry once we’re off, cause this weather will drench me from head to toe.” 

Chan sniffs the air. “Where are they…” He mutters and pulls his hood on, walking through the two and trying to pick up their scent again. From a distance, Chan could hear them talking and picked up the words. “Sunggyu.” and ‘cute’. Standing at the back of the building he smirks to himself. “Now he can be his ‘cute’ little self down under where he belongs…” ‘and you’ll realize there’s only one person you ought to think about…” Chan is patiently waiting outside until Y/N shift is over. Hours will just feel like seconds for him anyway. While he does that, he’s also keeping an eye out for all kinds of men walking into the bar.

Once the clock hit 2 a.m., I got off. Grabbed my stuff and walked out of the back door, locking it while Yeji locked the front. “This is going to be terrible.” Cause the moment I stepped out I was already drenched because of the rain. “Sydney should be asleep by now,” I mumbled to myself while looking around the alley. Suddenly my heart started racing as I saw a man standing there, a shiver ran down my spine while I turned to walk the other way. 

Chan pulls his hood more down and follows after them, keeping a safe distance and hiding whenever they look behind them. He managed to be inside the apartment before they could and awaited them at the door with a cloth in his hand. “You’ll be mine.” He breathed out. I quickly walked inside the apartment, locking the door behind me, and then moved towards the windows to close them too. Then I ran towards Sydney’s bedroom only to realize she wasn’t there. “Shit, shit, shit.” I ran into my room and grabbed my phone, trying to call my missing roommate before calling the police, not noticing the man behind me. “Now now, doll, not now.” Before I could even call the police, Chan stood close behind me and pressed the cloth against my mouth and within seconds I was out. Chan catches my unconscious body and lays me on the bed, quickly collecting the stuff needed alone with the phone. Then he carries me over his shoulder and runs at full speed to the cabin. When he got there he tied my wrist to the bed, along with the ankles, tight enough that there was no way of escaping. Chan smirks at this job well done and stares down the body, taking in every detail. 

I woke up around an hour later. “What the hell.” I mumbed. I tried to sit up but without any success. I started to panic, looking around the room until I looked at the man standing near the bed. “Who… Who are you, what do you want from me?” I screamed, in the slightest hope someone would hear me. “Now now doll, there’s no need to struggle.” Chan laughs. “No one will hear you anyway, don’t strain that pretty voice of yours. And to be fair, I want a lot of things from you. Your body, your blood, basically everything that makes you as you are.” In the moonlight, Chan’s fangs shine through as he grins. “You… You’re a vampire.”I said with a shivering tone. “Why me?” I whispered, before noticing he was checking out my body. “Hey, my eyes are up here asshole. And you will never have me!” I spat at him, pulling on the restraints. “That sweetheart,” Chan’s eyes glow red, and crawls on top of the bed. “is where you are wrong.” He holds my shoulders down, so he has better access to my neck and quickly bates down before I can even struggle more. “I knew that you would taste this good, and that was all for me.” He growls and starts sucking the spot. I screamed at first. Bucking my hips to try and get him off of me. Once he stopped sucking I let out a moan. Breathing heavily and at the point of passing out, since it felt like needles were inserted, was one of my biggest fears. “Sleep tight, my little doll.” Chan licks the remaining blood off my neck and pecks my lips, painting them slightly red. He then gets off the bed and grabs the phone as it buzzes, reading a message from Sydney. ‘I hope your doll is just as amazing as mine, she’s so sweet.’ Chan smirks as he reads the message coming from Jungkook. ‘More than amazing, They’re feisty, I’ll tell you that much, but that makes them even more desirable.’ He sends it back.

I fought against the sleep, and after I while, I was fully awake again. “People will look for me! Don’t think you’ll get away with it. I’m not even going to sleep with a creep like you in the room.”I said, afraid that if I yelled I would get lightheaded. “And I’m not your doll, you freak!” Chan puts the phone in his pocket. “You know, that one night. I could’ve just let you and your little friend die.” Then he walks closer, this time with a handkerchief. “Truth be told, I don’t fancy your foul mouth. Now be a good doll.” He leans down and ties the handkerchief around my mouth. I screamed at him, but my voice was muffled. “I would rather have died than be here.” At this point, I just wanted to test him and push his limits. So I looked at him angrily. “Is this the best you could do? Putting a dirty cloth in front of my mouth and biting me! What’s next spank me?” I used my whole body and tried to get it out. Chan merely smirks at me, not really bothered. “I’m actually saving that for later.” He bursts out laughing and roughly grabs my chin. “You have fire in you, I’ll give you that, no wonder your blood tastes exquisite,” I growled at him, then looked passed him and saw my painting hanging there. It looked exactly like him. “What’s your name? I should have the right to know who kidnapped me.” I mumbled, backing down. I couldn’t get out, at least not today.

The name is Bang Chan. Rightful member of the Stray Kids clan.” He grins smugly and leans against the wall. “Nice to meet you.” I just nod. “Could you remove the handkerchief please, it’s uncomfortable. Also, can I eat something I haven’t eaten all day?” ‘come on, befriend the guy, that could get me out faster.’ “Only because you said please, but when you’re struggling again, it goes right on,” Chan said in a serious tone and pulled the handkerchief from my mouth. He then leaves for the kitchen to grab something to eat. I relaxed, my wrists and ankles hurt from trying to get out. “God… Why did I do that.” I threw my head back in pain as I felt it through my ankle. “here you are. Oh that’s right you can’t move.” Chan laughs as he comes back with a bowl of soup in his hands.  I laughed sarcastically. “Can you loosen my hands? Or are you going to feed me? Also, can you free my left ankle? I sprained it the other day and it’s hurting really bad.” I said staring at Chan, while he looked at me in amusement. “Oh I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work on an obsessed vampire, doll. No, you’re just going to stay like this, the way I want.” Chan reaches the spoon towards my mouth. “Unless you want to starve, you better open that bold mouth of yours. “Fine, but could you please do something with the ankle?” The restraints felt heavy on the already hurting ankle. I opened my mouth and let Chan feed me, I wanted to complain about many other things like my clothes, but decided against it knowing that maybe one too many requests would make him do absolutely nothing. “That we’ll discuss tomorrow,” Chan said and kept feeding me until the bowl is empty. “That a good doll.” He gives my head a pet and goes back into the kitchen.  I closed my eyes after the food. “Could this be even worse? I’ll never sleep tonight, my clothes are to long and tight to even be comfortable in and the pain in my ankle just feels unbearable.” I mumbled to myself, while Chan stood in the kitchen listening while cleaning up the bowl and spoon, waiting for me to finally fall asleep. Chan walks back into the bedroom after I fell asleep and changes me into one of the outfits he brought with him. Feeling somewhat bad for my ankle after examining it, he decides to just let it loose and bandage it, before going off to his own room to wait for my awakening. 

[hugmeforalittlelonger]

yesterday i drove up to la at 6am with 30 minutes of sleep.

hung out with my j, his brother, and his brother’s fiancé. we got coffee. then we went to the arc’teryx opening because l (j’s gf) works there. we got some free stuff. we went to the dog park to let j’s brother and fiancé’s new schnauzer puppy play. there was a guy with like 25 dogs at the park. after that we got ramen and boba. after that we went to the marina and chilled for a bit. j and i went back to his apartment and watched surfing and golfing videos on youtube for two hours. j's brother and their fiance pulled up. l got off her shift at arcteryx and then we all went to a thai spot on the east side that was super delicious. i finally tried khao soi… wow… then i had to say goodbye and went to c's birthday party at their pad in atwater. my social anxiety was peaking on the way there. i bought some seltzers and got to their crib. i was welcomed by my m and p. introduced myself to their la friends (s,z, and k). went to the back and was met with j(2), his gf d, m, and k(2) friends. my la friends (d and c(2)) i haven’t seen in a while came and i was super happy to see them. we all hung out in the back and ate and drank a lot. after a couple hours we went to some club/bar. everybody got their before me and my la friends so when we tried getting in they wouldn’t let us in oddly enough. so we went back to my their apartment in koreatown where all their other homies were. i introduced myself to all of them. i chilled and drank some beers. played some smash ultimate. they were blasting music on the tv with the likes of arca boiler room set, bladee cold visions, neyo, brazilian funk, etc. (funny rotation retrospectively but it’s purely vibes) coke and ketamine were being snorted (never done either one nor am i usually in situations where that's a thing so it was interesting seeing that happening and people being in k-holes) the party finally ended at 4am where i was finally able to sleep on the homie’s pull out couch.

i woke up at 8am and snuck out the crib so i wouldn’t wake anybody up. i had to get an uber to my car which was parked at my m's atwater crib so i could charge my phone that was at 15%. luckily he was awake so i walked into his spot, charged my phone, and washed my face. we (m, c and m(2)) all talked for a bit and got ready. p and his gf (z(2)) pulled up and we left to go get breakfast. sadly m wasn’t feeling good so m, c and m(2) all just stayed. p, z(2), and i ate breakfast then i drove by myself to laveta and grabbed a coffee. then drove back home in 2.5 hours. the traffic sucked but wasn’t too bad for memorial day weekend.

im too lazy to write this in my journal so why not just have it here? (i’m just proud of myself for not flaking and overthinking anything. going to these things alone can be a daunting task but i just wanted to remind myself that it’s not what you think it’ll be and everything will be ok). going with the wind eases my mind so much.

tl;dr: drove to la and i had a good time

[fangirleaconmigo]

Gahhhh you guys were so sweet and encouraging in the replies that I have to let you know how it went.

It was a bar, I don’t know why i thought it was a pizza shop. Anyway, I was the second person to arrive. The first guy was a middle aged Mexican guy with a fairly heavy accent and a nerdy tattoo. To put in context, I’m a middle aged Mexican American person, so that put me at ease almost right away.

And if anyone is reading this like…why is she worried about identity and gender, well when you have a lifetime of being told you can’t do things, or you’re a fake nerd, being spoken down to or whatever because you’re a girl/woman, that fic and shipping is gross or cringe, or that nerdery is a white person thing or a young person thing, those things can sort of infect you.

Or you just get so tired of the prospect of being treated weird that you just start sticking to “your own”, (the intersection of nerd Women/queer people). And as a result you can stop taking risks.

Also, and this is relevant, I live in an extremely conservative area of the country (USA). There are flags (trump flags, flags with guns on them) and Bible verse signs telling me I’m going to hell, all over my neighborhood. So I’m so cautious to meet anyone! I’m queer as fuck! I’m an atheist! That is only the beginning of the objectionable parts of who I am!

But I don’t want that baggage or self consciousness to stop me from doing things or to close me off from meeting new people because meeting new people is awesome. It reminds you that life is made of endless possibilities and new beginnings and stories you’ve never heard. Also, I don’t want to make assumptions about other people the way people have made assumptions about me.

And to just say, when you are meeting strangers, you cannot tell from a picture anything about their queerness or gender experiences or identity. There’s no short cut to just showing up and meeting a stranger and getting to know them. Risk! Possibility! All in one!

Yes I am really like this. This is really how my mind works. Anyway, that’s just to explain that.

But back to me and Fernando. He had a book with him and I was nosy about it and he was smiley and friendly, so that was a good start.

Then I went next door to a ramen shop to pick up some ramen to eat (bar didn’t have food) and when I got back, the rest of the party was there. I got some wine and I figured, good ramen and wine, if nothing else, there will be this.

Woops I ate it before I took a pic. Trust me, it was pretty with the egg and mushrooms on top. Ok, so.

The rest of the party were men, so yeah it was just me holdin it down, but for all my talk of self consciousness, if you ever met me in real life, you would not be able tell that I feel those things at all. No one can ever tell when I’m anxious because I shove it down so deeply it is only visible to balrogs. So I chit chatted and it was nice.

The dm (Garrett) was a bearded gentleman probably in is thirties. He was a beginner dm and wanted to do a good job, you could tell. He said one of the other guys called Nick (out of five guys, two were named Nick) would correct him if he fucked anything up. Nick #1 was like…you’ll be fine. Nick #1 was super relaxed about it and I felt like this was a good sign.

So the dm did a meta explanation of what DnD is, and it’s so interesting to see how other minds frame and understand things.

He said if we’ve seen any quest based fantasy movies, that’s the concept, but explained that since it was a one shot for teaching purposes, it would be more of a task than a quest.

He said it is based in a pre-medieval time period, explained the level of technology available (and not available) in this particular time period, talked about the various professions, and explained some of the reasons people might need to travel or move from point A to point B.

I asked a lot of questions about how points and turns worked (how do you quantify imaginary actions into numbers?? How does the dm decide the number threshold for success at an action?? Is he pulling this out of his butt? -tho I said it nicer- and are we doing this as a group or individuals? Like do we all have to vote on what we’re gonna do or??). He explained but I did not get it and I quickly realized I would just have to play to understand. So we moved on.

Then he explained the roles and asked who we wanted to be. I chose rogue because 1) he said it was beginner friendly or simpler to play and 2) the description sounded a lot like my girl Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows, so I thought I could understand the character via Inej.

My girl jumps around on roofs and hides in shadows, has a ton of knives, and can kill you before you even know she exists. Her nickname is the Wraith. I mean how cool is that?

So, I asked if a rogue was kind of like Inej:

None of them had heard of her (which wasn’t completely surprising given the demographics) but when I described her, the dm said yes. Sounds like it. So I was like aight I’m Inej (in my mind).

Then, I chose a bag with a dragon on it because obviously. If you have the chance to choose a dragon, you choose a dragon. The dm said all the bits of dice have different functions but that the main one was the 20 one. I have vaguely seen D20 in the tags on tumblr (so maybe it’s a show) so I was like YES I AM AWARE THAT THIS IS IMPORTANT. And he gave me a sheet. Here’s my setup:

The little plastic guy did not have Inej's flair, but I forgave him. He was my little guy.

The dm was like...oh, I forgot to tell you. Your character is a halfling. I was like...that's cool. Halflings saved Middle Earth. This seemed to please him. As I said, he was a bit nervous that it would go well, which was endearing. Also, it was nice to not be the only person working on a bit of nerves.

So then he explained the task, which was to infiltrate a cult. Apparently we were all big time advisors to a king, who had sent a team to stop this cult from summoning a snake god to destroy the world. This team had consisted of our fellow citizens (one from each 'race'), one of them being my cousin. Problem was, no one had heard from them since. So the mission was like...rescue our people unless they've been converted, in which case we would kill them.

I was immediately into it, hoping I would not have to kill my dear cousin. We may not have spoken in awhile, but she would always be dear to my heart. Obviously. We had a bond. I mean, who wouldn't, after what we had been through together.

Nick #2 thought that since we were the 'B' team, we weren't very important to our country. I disagreed, saying that our mothers sent their least favorite first, as they were more disposable. But since that failed, they were forced to send us, their golden children. They went along with my assessment ha.

Since it was a 'one shot', we just sort of appeared at a building with one lookout. We started talking about what to do and Mario (the guy I haven't mentioned yet) said he wanted to barrel up to the lookout guy and say "hey are you in a cult". (He was the barbarian). Also, Mario was cracking up and having a good time, being like yes, my char is really fuckn dumb.

So ok, this was gonna be silly and I wasn't gonna take it too seriously.

Only I was like babe, why would you do that? Shouldn't we look around and gather intel? Then Fernando (this was his first DnD also, and he was a ranger) was like...let's just kill this guy. I have a bow and arrow.

I was like damnnnn Fernando it's like that? I didn't know you were hiding such bloodthirstiness in there. You seemed so nice! (Turns out he had a slytherin tattoo on his forearm so I shoulda known).

Now I was on Mario's side. I was like, ok well if it's talk or murder (I have ethics damnit and Inej does too) let's talk. (Also, I pointed out, we couldn't even see a face under the robe, what if that was his damn cousin!) And I was gonna suggest sending someone with a bit more finesse, but Mario was so happy about his choice of trundling up to this guy and asking him if he was in a cult, I couldn't break his heart. I was like...can the sorcerer at least go with him? (thinking the sorcerer would have more finesse)

But after Mario stomped up to this guy with the sorcerer in tow and was like...'hey are you in a cult?' the sorcerer (Nick #1) was like yeah, can we join? This cult sounds amazing.

Nick #1 was having a great time too.

This did not turn out well and the guy disappeared to go 'ask if you can join', so I asked if I could just lead for a bit. I snuck around. We got into the room. Then we got into a secret room, and hallway, and then finally in some basement where some ritual was going on.

At this point I've rolled a few times and seen how it works. If your roll sucks, the dm comes up with some way you fail. If it's in the middle, the dm comes up with some way you can gain something but not have it go perfectly. If you roll really high, you get more. It's all extremely subjective, but fun to see what he came up with.

Anyway we're in a ritual room now, and it looks like the barbarian's cousin is there and has been turned and has a serpent head.

(I want to kill him, says Mario. I was like...DUDE. TRY TO CURE YOUR COUSIN. ALSO, WHERE TF IS MY COUSIN?? I DON'T SEE ANY HALFLINGS IN THIS ROOM THERE SHOULD BE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM)

The guys decided to just kill the shit out of everyone. Since it was four on five, I considered myself an extra and snuck around the back rooms investigating.

The game went long, so one guy had to leave before it was over. So, the dm had his character run away and elope with one of the cult members. That was cool. The cleric (the very quiet Nick #2) deserved his chance at love.

Speaking of Nick #2, he also a beginner, and he seemed a little shy. He sat next to me and almost never spoke, but he wanted to throw spells. I think magic is very cool so I kept being like...can't Nick throw a spell now? Come on, this one sounds fuckn cool! Something about defense against evil?? Aren't these guys evil? What about detecting poison? What if they converted our cousins with poison??

But turns out the spells you have are so limited in use, that he didn't get to throw any until the big fight. I kept grabbing his sheet and holding it up to the dm, "he wants to use his magic, what can he do?" And the dm was like...you CAN throw that spell, but I can tell you it's not gonna help. lol. But Nick #2 did finally get to use magic to kill cultists in the end, which is what I think all these guys came to do anyway.

Then he got his happily ever after with the one surviving cultist.

I never found my cousin. After investigating, she apparently also converted and got her own branch elsewhere, which hey kinda proud they recognized her leadership potential.

I guess the next stand alone will be the next step.

Then the dm asked me whether he did ok, and how it was, which again, very endearing. I said he did awesome. (I mean, I have nothing to compare it to, but he was nice and helpful and that's what I needed.)

So, yeah. My thoughts are, since it was a small task based one shot, I didn't get to do any character building or story spinning really, which I think is gonna be one of my favorite parts of it, but I got to get a taste of what it is and what it's like in a casual, silly, fun kinda way, which was exactly what I needed it to be.

I would definitely try DnD again. I did feel lost a lot of the time, but I was having fun, and that's what matters. If you've made it this far, feel free to tell me if this squares with your experience of DnD, what you think about my experience, and any advice you may have.

Just so you all know, ya girl is being very brave tonight.

I have always wanted to learn to play DND. Always. But I’ve never had anyone to teach me. I’ve never known anyone who plays locally.

There have been times when really lovely people have offered to teach me online, but I just have this mental block learning things remotely. I want to learn in real life.

But I recently saw that a local geek group is holding sessions to teach people. So I’m going to a meet up with COMPLETE STRANGERS (at a pizza shop) on our local Geek group on meetup. I went on the rsvp tab and saw it’s all men, so I almost cancelled. Pls do not judge me for that.

But I gathered my strength and I’m still going because I’m very brave and because hey there’s a slight chance they aren’t all cishet boys who are gonna be very annoyed by the way I fandom.

I’m wearing my Michonne t shirt and my witcher necklace. Here we go. I might make some local nerd friends.

(My friends are all so lovely but none of them are nerds to the degree that I am and I also have always wanted local nerds)

I’M GONNA FINALLY LEARN TO PLAY DND FOLKS

[selinakidreams]

here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3

pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise

a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3

The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup. 

Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out. 

The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar. 

Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party. 

You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar. 

You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets. 

Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.

Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.” 

Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.

From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.

No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out. 

With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.

He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party  for the rest of the week.”

By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.

You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you. 

“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.

You slowly nodded before posing another question.

“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.

“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.

Another few quiet moments go by before he responds

“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense. 

“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.

“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.

He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.

You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything. 

“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.

“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.`` 

Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”

You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent. 

“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.

Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.

“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.

“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”

“Maybe because you're not.”

You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both.  When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice. 

Handsome would be an understatement. 

With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness. 

“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.

“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you. 

“You comin’?” 

Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together. 

Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction. 

“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”

There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail. 

The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer. 

As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict. 

Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”

With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-

“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”

He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm. 

“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”

Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could. 

“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty. 

Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused. 

Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.” 

Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night. 

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back. 

Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.

With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong. 

As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers. 

Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you. 

As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry. 

You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?

“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. 

“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.

Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.

“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?” 

There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.

Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand. 

“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.” 

The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.

You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped. 

Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside. 

If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now. 

Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head. 

Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.  

Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.

Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.

 “You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.” 

And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something... 

You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured  a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”,  before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist. 

With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices. 

Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.

“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand. 

“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face. 

When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.

“Open up, sweet cheeks.”

You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct. 

The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing. 

A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue. 

“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.

“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl…  Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh

a/n: im a seijoh stan and theyre my little plant babies

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

this is so long oml i hate myself

theyre an actual boy band istg

lets be honest, they probably thought you were just another oikawa fangirl

they thought you just wanted to be closer to their captain bc you were another delusional girl who wanted to live out her fantasies

lmao im not trying to be salty

but when you just stared blankly at oikawa tooru after he called you a beautiful flower,

stageplay hinata calling you a mugwort

the team just about threw themselves on your feet

tbh you werent really there to get a boyfriend or for oikawa

you just needed an after school club and the other teams already had managers

the only sport that didnt was the boys volleyball team

imagine why

you were actually a little wary, since you knew of oikawa, being a first year yourself, and you were aware of his psycho fangirls who could probably kill you

but you needed a club that would last you for the next 3 years to graduate

it was kunimi who actually recommended being a manager

you were in his class and you noticed him sleeping in the morning so you gave him your energy bar

‘thanks’

you shrugged and smiled

thats why he tolerated you more than others

you were nice and you were the only one who noticed his tiredness, even the teacher left him alone, and did something about it

sometimes, you even gave him an energy drink

‘can you tell me why youve been so tired lately? i dont think ive seen you wake up until lunch’

he opened the snack and started munching while replying

‘early morning practice for volleyball is still a big adjustment. our captain demands us to be there 6 in the morning sharp and if we’re even a minute late, we’d have to run laps. like for every minute youre late, you have to run those amount’

oh my why is kunimi talking so much

but i love kunimi and first year seijoh boys rights in this household is valid

you furrowed your eyebrows

‘but yall are still growing and you need all your sleep. if i were there, id yell at your captain’

he grinned slightly, imagining your short height beating up their captain

‘meh. you want to be our manager? i saw you looking at the clubs board yesterday and we dont have one so you could take the opportunity and beat him up then’

ofc you agreed bc kunimi was best boi and you just wanted him to have enough sleep for once

after class, he waited for you to finish packing up and when you finished, yall left the classroom

until another guy with a spiky hairstyle joined you and you noticed him as the guy who sometimes came over to eat lunch with kunimi

‘oh, hello l/n-san’

you smiled gently

‘drop the formalities, kindaichi-kun. its only fair.’

he nodded before walking beside kunimi

‘kindaichi, l/n might be our new manager’

the onion head excitedly looked at you

‘really?! yes! so we dont have to fill our bottles ourselves anymore!’

kunimi glared at him and slapped his stomach

‘shes our manager, not our maid’

you laughed but placed an arm on him

‘its okay. i was a manager for my middle school volleyball team so i know a little bit about being one’

the two shared a look

god, they really hit the jackpot

as yall walked closer to the gym, you noticed the big pile of girls huddling at the corner

kunimi sighed

‘l/n, ill warn you ahead of time of our captain. hes kinda,,,, too much’

but you flashed him a smile

‘hes not the first one ive handled’

oml player-chan!!!

so when you opened the door and entered the gym and oikawa hit you with his normal antics, you just stared at him

‘okay and?’

hanamaki and mattsun howled before rushing to you and grabbing you in a hug

‘girls like her really exist!!’

you gave kunimi and kindaichi a signal of help and they nodded before gently prying the senpais off of you

‘senpai, please’

you gave kunimi a grateful nod

coach irihata went up to you bc wow, kunimi has a friend with of another gender?

‘how can we help you, miss?’

‘im l/n y/n, first year, and id like to apply as the manager’

internally, the coach sighed bc you werent the first one to apply

the reason they havent had a manager for years was bc of oikawa’s fangirls hiding themselves under that false facade

but he saw you brush off that comment oikawa make with no hint of fluster or blush on your face so he decides to give you a trial run, in guise of seeing if you could handle these chaotic boys

‘do you have any experience as manager? or do we need to teach you the ropes?’

‘i was a manager for 3 years in my middle school volleyball’

he nodded

‘ill give you one month. a trial run of a month to test the waters’

you agreed and your trial run began

kunimi mentioned that morning practice starts at 6 am sharp so you set your alarm for 5 to get ready and get to school on time before the boys

you remembered how to set up the nets so you quickly put them out (using a step stool bc we short) and ran to get the basket of balls

their water bottles were filled and you were in the middle of lugging the big basket of towels when the third years entered

the 4 of them usually came earlier than the rest so they saw you dragging the basket of fresh towels and wipe your sweat before smiling at the work youve done

iwa was so happy bc it was usually him who did this stuff and now that he had someone do it for him, it was like a god-send

oikawa’s eyes shone and he waved at you

‘yohoo, y/n-chan!’

you cringed at the loud voice of the famous oikawa tooru

‘hello, oikawa-san’

he chuckled at your politeness before hugging you

‘you did all this for us? youre so cute, y/n-chan!’

instead of the normal blush and love-struck eyes, you were actually very uncomfortable of the sudden skinship and you quickly ran to the side when iwa hit him at the head

‘shittykawa! leave her alone!’

‘iwa-chan!’

makki and mattsun stood next to you as the boys did their usual fight

‘is this all an act or are you really not attracted to oikawa?’

mattsun shot him a surprised look bc why was he so straightforward

but you just shrugged

‘hes cute, i admit. but ive seen much cuter and the boys in my middle school team was basically full of him so,,, and i hate guys who think theyre all that just bc theyre blessed w a pretty face. if anything, ill probably go for iwaizumi-san’

pop off S I S T E R!!!

you just won the heart of these two

slowly but surely, they all came to accept you and iwa straight out loves you bc you maintained this routine for the whole month of your trial run

and you still remained indifferent of oikawa’s advances and he was even impressed and slightly agitated that you werent paying attention to him

‘y/n-chan, one date! just one!’

you huffed before looking up from your clipboard

‘i like men, oikawa-san. not boys’

that comment made the guys shriek

‘y/n-chan! youre just a first year! you dont need a man!’

‘youre not a man, oikawa!’

you left oikawa to be tormented by his teammates and went to go and hand over the report to the coach

he was impressed by the notes you made bc they were ones he even missed

like the split-second of hesitation that kindaichi usually has that goes unnoticed but you immediately saw

or the wince oikawa has whenever he so much as jumps an inch

you could even tell the difference between iwa’s spike and if he was being easy or he was going full-out

this added on to the fact that the boys loved you and irihata actually saw kunimi try more 

but he thinks its only to earn your praises

‘y/n, youre officially the team manager’

yall celebrated at the normal hang-out spot which was the ramen shop and it truly shocked you at how much these boys ate

granted, this was the first time you ate together but you didnt expect them to eat nearly 5 bowls each

you could only finish 2 and you already feel like throwing up

‘honestly, how do you guys not gain weight after this?’

the table you sat at, iwa, kindaichi, mattsun, and kunimi, looked at you and shrugged

‘i work out’

‘i run’

‘i fast’

‘i poop it out’

lmao im sorry i cackled too hard at this

you stared blankly at mattsun’s answer who said it so seriously that you snorted a laugh

they watched you and your laughter bc you havent really expressed yourself as much 

so they made it their goal to see you laugh more

‘y/n-chan! you need to eat more!’

oikawa shouted, clearly food drunk, but you shook your head aggressively

‘i only planned to eat one bowl but he just had to shove another down my throat’

‘but you need to grow, y/n-chan!’

‘i want to grow taller! not wider!!’

As a manager:

oh boy

you basically grew into kinda their mom

‘oikawa-san! you need to rest your knee or youre going to hurt yourself! i will drag you home myself!’

‘kunimi, if you try to get this one more spike, i’ll buy you a bag of those caramel bites you like’

‘iwa-san! if you hit oikawa-san too much, youll destroy the little braincells he has!’

‘yahaba-san, nice dump!’

‘is your knee okay, watari-san?’

yall really forget that watari and yahaba exist sometimes smh

it was part of the work

keeping up with seijoh

so to keep them encouraged, you gave them praises that they always demand for and they always turn to you whenever they did something good

mattsun gives you a look whenever he blocks iwa’s spikes and you give kindaichi a head pat whenever he blocks some too

bc of how you are with them, sometimes, they forget that you are actually just a first year

they get shocked whenever you walk in with kunimi and kindaichi and talk about the current homework bc it slips their mind that their hard-working manager was actually just a 15-year-old girl

so, they try to ease the burden whenever they can

like iwa offering to help you whenever you have to take their jerseys to the laundrymat

or offering to help you with your assignments since theyve only been through it once

more like watari, yahaba, and iwa bc the matsuhana are clueless and acts like they completely skipped that grade

also

!!!!

oikawa’s fangirls ltr dont leave you alone!!!

now, its known that youre the manager of the volleyball team bc oikawa has boasted about your efforts and such

this obvs ticked off a bunch of girls bc they were jealous that you got to spend more time in a single practice with their precious oikawa-senpai than they have their entire lives

more than once theyve cornered you to threaten you to stay away from their senpai or youll have something coming for you

you never take them seriously bc you can fight too and you just give them a look and push them away

but this one time

TRIGGER WARNING-START

okay tea

the self-proclaimed president of the oikawa tooru fanclub, kenta miyo, cornered you at the bathroom with her other minions

you were just washing your hands and drying them off when she marched up to you and grabbed your hair before tugging it back

obviously you were surprised and shouted

‘oi! what the hell?!’

‘you slut! you need to stay away from my tooru, got it?!’

ehm what

you hissed and wrenched her arm from your hair and pushed her away

your hair was now a mess and you were fuming, already sick and tired of the torture these girls put you through

‘he belongs to himself, not you! so stop being delusional and leave me alone already!’

she signalled for the girls to hold on to you which you slapped away but they forcefully grabbed your arm while you kicked at them and struggle to get out of their hold

jesus what do these girls eat

miyo watches you struggle with a smile and cackles

‘oh? no fight anymore, little kouhai?’

you glared at her

‘i dont want to beat yall up bc id get yelled at by tooru so you need to let me go or regret it’

at the mention of his first name, her eyes widened and her face twisted and she slapped you

‘oi! respect your senpai, you brat! dont you ever say oikawa’s first name!’

your lips curled

‘oh? thats funny, because he actually told me to call him that since he wants his cute little manager to be very comfortable with him’

you achieved a feat that she has been working to get her entire high school life and miyo was not happy

‘ive been with him for 3 years and you just suddenly show up out of nowhere and call him that?! i dont think so!’

she had her hands around your neck and you gripped her arms, making her wince

but you laughed at that comment

‘heh, thats pathetic, isn’t it? here you are, my senpai, who has been vying for his attention for 3 years only to be ignored yet a mere first year, who shows up out of nowhere, has been asked to a date nearly a million times every day. that must be tough’

she shrieked at that comment and threw you on the floor, making you accidentally hit your head at the edge of the sink

yall im actually so bothered by this scene and im wincing as im typing

you bit your lip to prevent any sound of pain to escape bc you knew thats what she wanted to hear from you

but you werent going to give her the satisfaction

instead, you looked up at her, hatred swirling in your eyes

‘youre freaking psycho, you know that? once tooru and hajime knows about this, theyre going to give you hell. they wont ever let this go bc im the manager of their prized team and their little baby sister. so go ahead, do what you want with me. bc i paid too much for these nails to be tainted by dirt like you’

saiyo, a girl you noticed to be watari’s classmate when you went and visited him, nervously tugged on miyo’s jacket

‘miyo, we should go-’

‘SHES BLUFFING. AND HERE, SINCE YOUR SOCCERFIELD FOREHEAD IS BLEEDING, LET ME HELP WASH IT OUT’

and she poured over a carton of banana milk over you, making you wince at the sticky and cold liquid

the tough facade was crumbling and you were now screaming for help in your head, hoping that stupid theory from yahaba about team telepathy to work

but it didnt

TRIGGER WARNING-END

when miyo and her girls left, you sat on the floor, soaked and sticky and bleeding

then you begin to cry angry tears

you were angry that you were being treated like this just bc you were a manager

you were angry that you let them do that to you

you were angry that you prized your nails more than punching her square in the nose

you were just angry

periodt

staggering on your own feet, you stood up and leaned on the sink, eyes widening at the dripping red liquid from the gash on your forehead, staining the porcelain sink

you were stupid and unconsciously touched it making you wince 

‘shit, that hurts’

you whined quietly

there was little you can do with toilet paper and water to clean yourself up but you managed to at least stop the bleeding

you knew you had to be put on concussion protocol just in case bc you that hit was quite hard but at the moment, that wasnt your concern

practice has already started and this was the first time you werent present for daily practice

this was confirmed at the constant buzzing of your phone in your skirt pocket which you didnt listen to and instead, started thinking of ways to go to your locker and get your stuff and fake being sick but at the same time, not be seen and relayed to the team

time was ticking and you had to come up with a plan fast before oikawa will send the team to come looking around the building for you

once you looked at your reflection and smiled big, you decided it was enough to not show the pain you were in right now

girl im hurting for you

you peeked out of the bathroom door and saw the coast was clear so you quickly ran to your classroom, which was thankfully empty, and quickly grabbed your things

but as you were packing up, the tears just kept falling

it didnt stop as you bolted down the stairs, using your cardigan to hide your face from the public

once you were safely out of school grounds, you finally took out your phone and reviewed through all the worried and concerned texts from the team group chat

but you just replied, ‘im fine but i just feel really sick right now. girl stuff’

you smirked, knowing that would keep the boys away

but oikawa had to go and ask you to call him

‘y/n-chan! do you want oikawa-senpai to come over with chocolates and ice cream?! wings or no wings?!’

your jaw dropped at the question and clearly scandalized by the question

the team was too as shouting began and you could faintly hear iwa scream, ‘oh my god, shittykawa!’

‘im seriously okay, oikawa-san. i just need to be alone right now and ill try and get some sleep. good bye’

then you hung up

there was no way you could tell them

they were in their last year anyways so doing something about it wouldnt matter

and you were strong 

but apparently not strong enough to fight them off though

you would cover the wound with concealer and continue on with practice tomorrow as if everything was normal

but there was only so much you could take

just yesterday, they trashed your locker and a week ago, they took your bento and threw it away

you even got into a fight with this one girl but she scampered away, too scared to do anything alone

so you were actually just tired and want everyone to leave you alone

believe me, youve thought of quitting sometimes

but youve actually created a bond with these boys

like when you take hanamaki to get cream puffs whenever he loses against iwa in arm wrestling

or when yahaba calls you at ungodly hours to express his worries for next year and to fill oikawa’s shoes

it was simple moments that you shared with each player that kept you from not leaving

soon, you found yourself crying again and the looks pedestrians were giving you was starting to make you uncomfortable

a girl, with her gross hair in a bun, puffy eyes with a bleeding wound and walking down the street

that was a sight

so you cut a corner to an alley by your house to escape from the judging eyes and you were too busy wiping your eyes to see a boy who was crouched down on the floor and ended up walking over him

omg my baby kyoken hello luv!!!!

you gasped and you were surprised and quickly apologized

kyotani was originally about to yell at you, no matter what, but he saw the state you were in and concluded you were either from a fight or was beaten up

he recognized that and decided to just glare at you and go back to feeding the stray dogs and cats

you breathed a sigh in relief when he didnt yell at you bc that wouldve been the last thing you needed today

‘sir, im sorry for hitting you. if there is something i could do for you, dont hesitate’

he ignored you and you focused on him paying attention to the strays

going into your backpack, you had a milk carton and a sausage stick from earlier

you used your thermos lid to serve as the milk bowl for the cats while you peeled open the meat and used your scissors to cut chunks of it for the dogs to have some

kyotani watched as you went into action to feeding the animals that people usually ignored

he knew you

well, he recognized you

when he watched from the top of the gym, he saw you as their manager who ran around and helped everyone

sure, he still didnt trust you 

but he watched you grin and smile as the animals started to eat

‘im in a hurry right now so i have to go but ill feed you again tomorrow, okay? you too, stranger-san. ill bring food for you too’

then you stood up and ran away, probably in a hurry to fix that wound

he wouldve offered to treat it for you but he remained silent, watching the cats mewl at the now empty lid

the next day, oikawa was worried for you and when he saw you at early morning practice, he practically glomped to your side

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

to this day, no one still knew what happened to you

you kept it quiet and you were sure you got everything handled

except for one person

kyotani was smart and for some reason he knew you got beat up by the fangirls and the perpetrators were easily found bc he saw them huddled around your locker, probably trashing it again, and lets just say, 

no one is def going to mess w you now

back to manager moments!!

during practice matches, the boys rally around you to prevent other teams from sweet-talking you

they make sure no one gets past them and always have excuses to get your attention

you knew what they were doing but you pretended not to, heart warming at their protectiveness and hunger for your attention

even though you have your own jacket, the team gives you theirs all the time like oikawa has his special team jacket w his name at the back and when he feels threatened by schools like johzenji, he makes you wear it

‘youre mine, y/n-chan and i want that blondie to know’

‘ehm, no, oikawa-san. im iwaizumi-san’s’

oikawa screamed

lmao training camps w them is CHAOTIC

YOU WANT TO CRYYYYYY

OIKAWA IS CRYING BC IWAIZUMI IS BEATING HIM UP, MATSUHANA ARE FREAKING OUT THE FIRST YEARS ABOUT THE GHOSTS IN THE WOODS AND NOW KINDAICHI REFUSES TO LET GO OF YOU, WATARI GOT LOST GOING TO THE BATHROOM AND YAHABA IS SCREAMING ABOUT THE WEATHER MESSING UP HIS HAIR AND MAKING IT FRIZZY

reminder: threaten to quit everytime they get too much

your hugs are the best!!!!

you have a special hug for every player

oikawa gets his favorite which was the normal arm around the waist with your arms around his neck while he snuggles in your neck

iwa gets flustered easily so you hug him from behind so you cant see his flustered look

mattsun actually likes the jumping in the air so he catches you type of hug

makki is more tame and has his arms around your shoulder with his chin on your head

yahaba is the twirly kind where he just picks you up and swings you around

watari also gets flustered easily so he likes the one-arm hugs

kindaichi gets blushy at the slightest touch from you but he gives you a hug from behind you himself where he can bury his face in your hair while you caress his arms

kunimi, now he likes it when you squeeze him extremely tight bc it makes him feel loved and feel alive

kyo doesnt even talk to you what makes you think you can give him a hug

their lost for shiratorizawa really broke them though

you made them their own bentos for nearly a week to keep them encouraged and gave oikawa extra attention to keep him from sulking or practicing late

‘oikawa-senpai, lets go watch that new movie later’

‘S-S-SENPAI?!’

then the arrival of our baby kyoken

yahaba was moody the whole practice and you were currently trying to keep him from spiking a ball to someone

‘even just today, he’s late’

‘who?’

‘that stupid dog’

he just keeps mumbling and grunting

and then the said dog arrived

you peaked out from behind iwaizumi, who protectively went in front of you

shock ran through you and you pointed at him

‘puppy-kun!’

lmao puppy what

youve called him that since he refused to tell you his name, but you call him that bc he paid special attention to this one baby beagle

he raised a hand in greeting and you gave him a smile

‘youre a player here, too?!’

he ‘glared’ at you but nodded stiffly

the team really thought that he would lash out at you but he is surprisingly tolerant

the power of the manager

he still hasnt talked to you but he does respond to you and even helps you with chores, still not talking ofc

hes so tsun tsun and he deserves my heart yall

however, youve heard him talk to iwaizumi, and iwaizumi only, so youve heard his voice before

ngl, you were flustered by how gruff and deep it was

then their loss to karasuno

bruh, it was KARASUNO

the entire team fell apart and after the match, each of them ran away from you to stop lashing out

you were also on the verge of crying, seeing the broken look on your third years

your precious third years

you decided to give them their own space but you heard a loud banging sound from the bathroom

yahaba and watari were outside, clearly trying to talk to someone in there on coming out but it got louder

okay you were lowkey like, ‘hm, i should not be here’

but you recognized that voice

you knocked at the boys door to be respectful

‘kyo-san? its me, y/n’

he was silent but he did unlock it

you took this as a sign to enter and you gave yahaba and watari a smile

‘i’ll be fine. go to kindaichi and kunimi. they need your comfort right now’

tbh, you were surprised the bathroom was still intact but you saw the stall door at the very end being rattled and shaken

you remained by the door but you wanted to go to him

‘kyo-san, please come out so i can treat your injuries’

he expected you to say those words like ‘its okay’ or ‘theres always next year’ but you didnt

instead, you knew he was hurt and wanted to help him

he continued to give a few punches to the wall and the door before emerging

you wordlessly treated the wounds and offered your hand

‘im here, kyo-san. dont worry, im right here’

at the ramen shop, you told them to eat as much as they want and wordlessly gave them your card, slightly crying inside bc you know this was going to be like over a hundred dollars

but you were treating the boys bc they deserved it

you sat beside kindaichi, who was just sobbing and apologizing, so you were wiping his tears and holding his hand under the table

this precious babie

bruh i was sobbing when i watched this part like uuggghhhh

after dinner, you walked with the other third years, knowing they would go to the gym, so you gave everyone else your special hugs before sending them home

‘text me when you arrive safely, okay?’

‘yes, mom’

‘KINDAICHI WHAT’

oikawa’s speech made you cry bc despite only knowing them for not even a year, you already feel like a family

you didnt want your family to be broken but you knew they would all go their separate ways eventually

there was a big hug pile of third years on the side where you took a picture and sent it to the group chat

you had to eventually go home after helping them clean up and when you checked your phone, a fresh batch of tears rolled down

each from every person on the team but with the same sentence and same words

‘we love you, l/n y/n. thanks for everything.’

ngl i dont think this was that good and its like 8 in the morning and im extremely tired

i want to do karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani but im so exhausted i cannot right now

[mooshys]

the silver lining of bad first dates

summary: a date gone wrong. a walk in the rain. a simple conversation in a ramen shop. mundane slice of life and mutual pining with kuroo.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note and warnings: curse words galore. set in time-skip. pure word vomit. kuroo’s one of those characters that I’m so scared to even consider writing for because I feel as though I’ll never truly be able to “get” his character. whatever though, I tried.

This date fucking sucked.

Point-blank. No sugarcoating because the dude sitting on the opposite side of the dinner table was more interested in the JASDAQ than your name. Seriously, he couldn’t even be bothered to listen to you talk about your alma mater before he swooped in and started blanketing his insecurities with his recent Bitcoin investment. 

Talk about lame.

Wine and hors d’oeuvres be damned, you were making an escape before he started mansplaining the economy. Even wagyu couldn’t save this candlelit disaster.

Making no attempt to be discreet, you whipped your phone out of your bag and typed up a quick text:

Mind picking me up? Shitty date.

Ping! 

Seriously? Again? What’d this guy do this time?

Ping!

Send the address

Ping!

I swear, this is the last time I’m picking you up

You smiled at the screen, thumbs moving fast.

That’s what you said last week

A bubble with three dots appeared, disappeared, and reappeared.

Ping!

Five minutes.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Like every cliché bad first date, the weather made sure to mimic the mood. The rainfall was nothing less than dreadful, a downpour that left the streets empty as most people kept indoors to avoid getting soaked.

“You’re so lucky that I didn’t have to work overtime tonight,” Kuroo began, standing close to you in an attempt to shield you both from the shower with his janky umbrella. “Otherwise, you’d be walking in the rain or sitting there having your dinner ruined from hearing that guy talk about his gains in the market.”

You laughed at the truth of his words. There really was no one else who knew you like Kuroo. 

“And you know I would’ve walked in the rain out of the two options. I can’t believe someone so dick-ish exists that I’d bail out on a free meal,” you said, raising your voice over the heavy pelting.

Without any warning, a trio of college kids rushed past you two, not paying attention to the other pedestrians walking the sidewalks as their only priority in mind was making it back home before catching a cold. They had their backpacks held up to cover their heads, but it wasn’t much help as their clothes were completely soaked.

“See that?” Kuroo jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “You would’ve been running like those kids all the way back to your apartment if I didn’t show up.”

You lightly elbowed him and rolled your eyes. Rain fell on your shoulder from the sudden movement, but Kuroo repositioned the umbrella to prevent you from getting wet. “As if,” you murmured, hugging your body in an attempt to keep warm. “Thanks for picking me up. Again.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re oh so welcome,” he waved off your words and then cackled when you narrowed your eyes at him. Sometimes he really knew how to push your buttons. “Anyway, are you trying to date a bunch of crappy guys on purpose? Because I feel like that’s what you’re trying to do.”

“It’s not like I ask to go through a bunch of crappy first dates!” you said, letting out a huff of hot air. The past month had been riddled with unsuccessful first dates. Statistically speaking, you were an outlier; the average person probably went through a handful of bad first dates in a single year: you went through that number in a mere month. Multiple standard deviations past, you were way out of the norm. “Maybe I’m just a magnet for awful guys who only have a thing for themselves.”

Kuroo scoffed. “Or maybe you just like to make my life a little bit harder.”

You smiled at his words.

“Maybe.”

Besides the realization that you were like a honeytrap to flies when it came to bad first dates, another constant came from the start of it all: Kuroo. You weren’t expecting much from the first SOS call; really, just someone to walk you back home when it was late and the taxi fares were jacked up. But you would never forget the first time he waited for you outside that overhyped bar with a bag of take-out, his tie loosened and hair messy because he had just left the office and rushed to the nearest place that sold yakisoba for a decent price.

Maybe you did make his life a little bit harder. It was selfish, but whenever you had a bad date, you actually started to anticipate your escape because that meant Kuroo would be there for you.

He was your silver lining for the past month.

Red brick walls came into view once you two rounded the corner into a more secluded alley, revealing a familiar site that made you hungry. A neon sign which turned brighter due to the haze of the rain drew you in like a moth to a flame. It flickered, but still kept its light. Another constant.

Underneath the awning of the restaurant, Kuroo retracted his umbrella and shook the excess water off of it. He shoved it in the small bin filled with umbrellas belonging to the other patrons and dragged the soles of his shoes on the mat before pulling the door open. 

“Let’s just get some ramen,” he said, ushering you inside. You took the first steps and situated yourself at a lone table. He followed and a waitress quickly took your orders, soon rushing back to the kitchen to help with the line of tickets pinned to the wall. 

“Ramen on a rainy day,” you said, giving a low whistle. “You know your stuff.”

“Duh, ramen tastes best when you’re freezing,” he replied, pulling on his necktie to loosen it. He grabbed two pairs of chopsticks along with a pair of spoons, placing a set in front of you. “And it tastes pretty good after bad dates too.”

“You’re talking to the queen of bad first dates.”

“Oh, I’ve had my fair share too, Your Highness.”

As if on cue, two bowls of ramen were brought over from the kitchen along with an extra soft boiled egg as soon as he finished his sentence. The soup had small ringlets floating at the top from the fat of the broth along with bright green scallions acting as a garnish to offer a vibrant and appetizing color. Wasting no time, you both gave thanks and started to dig in.

“You know,” he started, breaking his chopsticks apart and dipping them into the broth. He pulled up a nice amount of noodles, the steam rising up higher than before. “I really think you should quit dating guys who suck.”

Following Kuroo, you did the same and blew at your noodles. “You say it like it’s easy.”

“It is. It’s so easy.” He ate a mouthful and swallowed before speaking again. ���You have your top tier guys, your average guys, and then your totally shitty guys. I mean absolute trash—these are the guys you’re dating. Avoid them and all your problems will be solved.”

“Ugh, I feel like we go through this conversation after every single mishap of a date.”

Translation: Kuroo, you sound like my nagging mother.

“Because you never learn.”

Translation: I will nag at you all I want.

You sighed. “Love’s a lot more complicated than you make it.”

“Whatever. Just find a guy who isn’t an asswipe, and then we can talk.”

As you two continued to eat, the kitchen staff remained lively. The sounds of ceramic bowls clattering together along with the static hum of an old radio buzzing some city pop tune your mom would have listened to in her youth acted as background noise while chatting. 

“So... what kind of guy do you think you are?” you asked, curious to hear his answer. Kuroo was in the middle of slurping his noodles and held a hand up to signal you to give him a second.

“Me?” He pointed at himself and you nodded. Who else would you be asking? “I’m your average guy.”

You frowned. “No way.”

“What, you think I’m an absolute trash kind of guy? Harsh.”

“No, I think you’re definitely top tier. Average guys don’t go out of their way to do stuff like this.”

Kuroo raised a brow at you and set his chopsticks down. His bowl was half finished, but he was more interested in what you had to say. “Stuff like what?”

“You know,” you motioned the space between you two, “doing this awful-first-date-rescue-at-the-drop-of-a-hat kind of stuff. No questions asked. Average guys don’t do that. Average guys just pay for your meal and maybe give you their jacket when it’s kind of cold. And sometimes they call you some gross pet name like...” You shivered at the thought. “Kitten or something.”

He looked slightly taken aback. “You don’t like being called kitten?”

“No, something about it sounds gross.”

“That’s just because you haven’t found the right guy to say it to you when—“

Not wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say, you quickly crumpled up a napkin into a ball and tossed it at him. He threw his head back, putting on an act as if you actually did any damage to him.

“Stop. Please. Enough. Don’t even finish what you’re going to say.” You went back to devouring your bowl, the noodles more soft than before. Still tasted great as you shoveled in mouthfuls. “I don’t wanf tew heur et!”

Sporting a disgusted look, Kuroo grabbed a few napkins from the dispenser and slid them to your side of the table. “Jeez, you eat like that whenever you’re on a date? Maybe I saved that guy from you.”

“Well, you’re the one stuck with all of this now,” you motioned a hand to your entirety and wiggled an eyebrow. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He held his chin in the palm of his hand and stared at you from across the table, eyes still holding a glint of amusement under the low lighting of the restaurant. His bowl was nearly finished, yet he focused his attention on you, allowing a small smile to grace his lips as he pondered your words.

You eyed him, his gaze feeling a bit different from before. “What are you doing?”

“Considering,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“...It shouldn’t take you that long to,” you mumbled and ate another mouthful of noodles. He kept at it and soon started to crack up. When you narrowed your eyes at him, he shook his head and pushed another pile of napkins your way. 

“There’s a scallion at the corner of your lips,” he tapped a hand on his bottom lip and cackled when you rushed to grab a napkin and wipe it away. Heat rose to your face and you sucked on your teeth.

“You know what? Forget about me calling you a top tier guy. It never happened.”

He placed a hand over his heart, wounded by your words. “It was kitten, wasn’t it?”

Unable to contain yourself, you laughed into your hand, shoulders shaking. You had to set your chopsticks down as you fanned your face, trying to get rid of the tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. “If I ever heard that from another guy, I would walk out. The second the word came out of his mouth, I would pack up my things, leave, and never look back.”

“But you’re not right now.”

“I’m not.”

“Because I’m a top tier guy. Admit it.”

Because it’s you.

You shook your head and waved the white flag. “Right, that’s exactly it.”

Kuroo crossed his arms in front of his chest, satisfied with your answer. Like he won something from this conversation. He liked the way your lips tugged into a smile, not too tight, but enough to showcase the apples of your cheeks; he liked these nights when he could unwind after a long day of work and laugh about stupid pet names; he loved how easy it all was. 

Consideration done and over with, he went back to finish his bowl, the steam from the broth no longer visible to the naked eye.

“Eat up or it’ll get cold,” he said and sipped on the broth. It was still warm, much to his surprise. “I’ll walk you back home when we’re done.”

You took small bites, prolonging the meal in any way possible: listening to him talk about his lazy cubicle partner, ordering another side of gyoza, folding a napkin to tell him his fortune through grade school methods. Both your bowls were empty, pushed to the side with a sliver of broth left as the focus was neither the food nor the JASDAQ jerk from hours before, but rather mundane conversation that went in circles until the shop emptied out.

A hundred dates could go wrong only for Kuroo to show up and make things right.

Maybe it was time for him to become more than a silver lining.

[sunaswife]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

[hypmic-writings]

jyuto with a gn s/o who has been dealing with really bad depression, like they aren’t taking care of themselves n stuff. thank you sm ❤️❤️

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Pairing: Juto Iruma x reader

Genre: Angst/Comfort

Warnings: mentions of depression

Word Count: 850

A/N: This one was really hard but sweet to write. I hope everyone out there battling depression continues to fight! I’m rooting for you guys! This was just my interpretation of depression as I have seen/experienced it, but I know there are many different experiences. I just know that Juto would stay by your side the whole time and do everything he could to help you. I hope this was along the lines of what you wanted~

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Juto opened the door to the apartment with a frown, stepping inside only to find the lights still off. As he flicked them on, he called your name but received no response. He had been gone all day at work and had hoped that you were able to leave your room, but the lack of dishes in the sink or wrappers in the trash proved him wrong.

You had been struggling for the past few weeks and as Juto rubbed his temples, he wondered if you were getting worse. He eyed the number for your therapist pinned to the fridge, but he shook the thought away, deciding to talk with you first before making any rash decisions.

He let out a sigh and set down his bag, shaking off his jacket as he walked towards your shared bedroom. Knocking on the door, he slowly opened it.

“Y/N?” he asked, softly, finding the dark room lit only by your side lamp. You were lying on the bed with your head propped up on a plethora of pillows. Juto could see that you were still in your pajamas and the messy room that you had promised you would clean days before was somehow even more of a mess.

“Oh, hey babe,” you said, softly, glancing up from the laptop on your lap. The sounds of an action movie that you were barely paying attention to blared from the speakers.

“How are you feeling?” Juto asked, taking a seat on the side of the bed, brushing away a hoodie that was laying there. You shrugged and layed your head back.

“I’m fine,” you lied, glancing over at him and mustering up a smile. “Better than yesterday at least,” you added, and this time Juto could see that you were telling the truth. He reached over to brush his hand along your cheek, bending in to kiss your forehead.

“Did you eat anything today? Did you take your medicine?” he asked, not seeing any dishes on the table beside you and wondering where your pills went off to. You grunted and averted your eyes from him, a sign that you had not eaten anything.

“I ate a candy bar. That counts, right?” you said, chuckling dryly. Juto reached down for your hand and squeezed it gently.

“Baby, can I please make you some food? I can make some warm, light ramen. Would that be good?” he asked, rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. You looked down at your interlaced hands and nodded, biting the inside of your mouth.

“That…sounds really good,” you admitted, suddenly realizing that you were, in fact, quite hungry.

“Good, I’ll make it and we can sit here and eat together. I missed you,” Juto said, bringing up your hand to kiss the back of it, making you smile ever so slightly.

His words were soft and gentle, but they made you feel a surge of guilt. He was such a good boyfriend to you, and here you were – staying in bed all day and unable to even go to the kitchen to eat with him. You could feel the numbness begin to settle in once more as your smile faded away to a sad purse.

“I’m sorry,” you said, feeling your throat constrict. You wanted to tell Juto everything, all of the things you were thinking and feeling, how badly you wanted to be able to smile and laugh and just have everything be okay. You wanted to go out to dinner and the movies and do things with him again.

But as hard as you tried, the words wouldn’t come out. You wondered if your eyes were watering, or if you had already cried yourself dry.

“Hey, look at me,” Juto said, bringing a hand to your chin and tugging your gaze towards his. “You don’t ever need to apologize. There’s nothing to be sorry for, so you don’t need to say anything, okay?” he said, lovingly. You slowly nodded as he smiled at you. “I love you so much, and I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, Y/N. But I know how strong you are. You’re going to make it through this, I know you will,” he added, kissing your cheek.

You tried to let his words sink into you as they so often did, making you feel light and airy and giggly, but they only bounced off your skin, making you feel even more guilty. It was too hard to tell him that, though, so you simply nodded and mustered up a smile at him.  

“Thanks, Juto,” you said, turning back to your laptop.

Juto kissed your forehead one more time before he got up to leave the room. Closing the door behind him, he let out a sigh. He knew that he could only do so much for you, but he silently vowed to do his best. He loved you and wanted to give you the space you needed, wanted to make sure that you knew you could turn to him for anything.

He would be by your side throughout it all.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[ynisamenace]

 Party For One

Warnings: sub! Aone being a flustered mess, confident dom! Reader, nsfw kinda (grinding, not pg-13 kissing), mention of drugs and alcohol, college au! Aone.

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: ok guys this is my first fanfic so apologies if it’s not too good or if the ending is too rushed. Constructive criticism is always welcome and pls don’t forget to like and/or reblog. Thank you!

Aone was not much of a party goer. Although his friends were more outgoing, he in fact was not. He was more of a homebody, mostly leaving his shared apartment with Kenji for school, to get more ramen from the corner shop near his uni or practice with his newly-formed volleyball team; courtesy of his newly-formed friend, Kanji. Then proceeding to come home to shower, nap, wake up, struggle with his homework and then sleep till the next day. He was about to start the fourth activity of his daily routine when the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment.

Sighing, he left his spot at the kitchen island to open the front door, then trying to close it once Kanji’s face appeared behind it.

“Woah woah if you wanted some alone time, you should’ve just said that”, the cat-faced friend exclaimed, just barely slipping through the crack in the door. Face adorned with brown freckles and a smile seemingly super glued to his face, he looked like the poster boy of golden retriever boys, “Wouldn’t matter anyway since I’m still dragging you to Sugawara’s tonight.”

Ah yes, Suga’s party, the one Aone was being forced to go to as a favour for his new friend. The white haired boy uttered a grunt of disapproval as Kanji plopped down onto his couch.

“I’m telling you man, when girls see us walking in together with my beauty and your scowl-,” he smirked while giving Aone a once over, “-they’ll come flocking like parakeets.” Aone ignored his new friend’s rambling and was about to go back to his homework when his phone buzzed. Picking it up and looking at his crush’s name made him do a double take before realizing it was from his class groupchat.

Y/n❤: Someone better come pick me up or else I’m dumping the mary jane😤

Sugawara: You live on campus, how did you sneak it in?

Y/n❤: Come pick me up and I’ll tell you

Bsf/n: I can see I’m gonna be on y/n duty tonight. I’ll come get you in 5

Y/n❤: Girl I’ll literally marry you don’t play with me

                                         -5 minutes later-

Y/n❤: Psa to everyone in this groupchat, bsf/n and I are married now

Bsf/n: As long as you do my makeup for the party lol

Y/n❤: Deal

A slightly dejected sigh left the tall boy’s lips, wishing it was him y/n would joke about marrying to the- wait party?? The realization that y/n was going to the same party as him made heart race with anticipation and although he never talked to her in any of the classes they shared, Aone developed a massive crush on y/n just by seeing the way she interacts with others as well as her personality. Her presence when she walks into a room, beautiful coily/kinky hair either flowing or in a different ‘protective style’ (which Aone ended up googling the meaning to) and her face adorned with a smile so bright, he could feel his ears getting hotter just by its look, it would be foolish to think that no other person in his uni or elsewhere had already snatched her up. Which is why Aone never felt the need to let her know about how much he was falling for her.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his roommate’s door opening, revealing a clearly tipsy Kenji trying and failing to button up the last button on his silk shirt.

“Is anyone g-gonna help or what..” he slurred, stumbling into the living room, planting himself right in front of Aone who begrudgingly helped him with the last button. Satisfied, the intoxicated boy walks over to Kanji on the couch who’s currently scrolling through his instagram feed. He gives Kenji a once over before giving a nod of approval to his outfit. He turns to the tall, white haired boy, “Aone go change, the party starts in 10 and you know it’ll take us half an hour to get there!”, he exclaimed gesturing to Aone with his hands in a shooing manner. He didn’t understand what was wrong with his gray shirt and black sweatpants but went to his room to go change anyway, returning six minutes later sporting a green and white checkered shirt with dark blue jeans and black levis. The trio hurriedly leave their apartement, Kanji practically dragging both boys to his car before appointing Aone as the designated driver as the boy was the only one who had no intention to drink at the party.

The ride to the party took much more than half an hour as Aone was forced to drive while simultaneously trying to stop the two boys at the back from drinking any more of the pregame Kanji brought as well as preventing Kenji from messing with the aux cord. In the end, both boys settled on playing Ei8th mile on repeat the rest of the drive, both alternating between rapping DigDat and Aitch’s lines. Finally getting to the address Sugawara sent to the group, the trio hopped out of the car and went to knock on the door, opening to reveal the silver haired boy in all his glory wearing a burger king crown and a drunk smile.“You guys look li-hiccup-ke you had a fun drife here”, opening the door wider to reveal flashing red and purple strobe lights, living room filled with drunk and soon-to-be drunk college students and a hiphop song playing with a loud base that almost made Aone’s teeth clink. The two drunk boys wasted no time heading to the make shift bar in the kitchen, Aone following reluctantly behind feeling quite awkward in the party setting. Even worse, he was unable to spot y/n in the crowd making his heart drop lower into his stomach.

 No no no no. 

Even though Aone didn’t think y/n would like him the way he likes her, he was hoping he could at least use this party to make himself known to her, maybe forming a friendship with her first before professing his love. Dejectedly, he trudges to the bar, sulking next to his now very drunk friends who are far more interested with the designs on the kitchen counter. 

“Dude it’s so swirly…how do they make it like that?” one of the boys asks.

“Bro it has to be like a top secret thing. Like in the dark web,” the other replied, his eyes widening as his pupils are blown out more.

Not wanting to deal with their drunk conspiracies, Aone heads to the store room in search for some water after not seeing any laid out. Finding a bottle, he quickly gulps it down, faintly hearing the song in the living room change to one with a much deeper base. Leaving the store with his thirst finally quenched, he recognizes the song as Cold by Rico Nasty, her gravely voice echoing around the living room and drowning out some of the chatter which Aone was grateful for.

Ridin’ in a Maserati

Like Scotty I’m with two hotties

I ain’t just walk in the party-

“I brought the drugs to the partyyyy”, a voice which made Aone’s heart beat faster screamed, Y/n bursting through the front door with a medium sized pack of marijuana and a tray of what he assumes are pot brownies as the crownd cheered at her arrival. Her eyes wide with excitement, hair in cute little bantu knots (which Aone noted is now probably his favourite hairstyle on her), and dazzling smile still glued to her face. Making a bee line to the kitchen to drop the stuff she was holding, she hugged and greeted the people closest to her, making Aone regret not standing closer to the front door before realizing she was making her way straight to him.“Hi Polar Bear!” her scent of f/p enveloping him as she hugged his stomach, hair right next to nose, making the boy short-circuit. Y/n is hugging me. Me. Hugging. She smells so good. I should probably hug her back. But what if that’s weird. Hugging me. I’m gonna marry her. I’m gonna throw u-

“Takanobu woohoo you good?” she whispered in neck, drawing him out of his daydream, while at the same time making blood rush to his lower region. His eyes widen as he turns to see her staring right at him, inches apart and eyes questioning.

“I-I’m doing well y/n, um you uh look great tonight”, he managed to blurt out, his compliment making her lips curve into that signature smile. He unconsciously let out a low groan as he felt his jeans tighten even more as his mind raced a mile a minute, envisioning her on top of him, smile turning into a smirk as she runs her hands over his body making him squirm. His neck, his nipples, his happy trail, his-

Once again brought out of his daydream, he looked around to see y/n already gone and dancing in the living room, her presence making her look ethereal in the flashing lights. Smiling slightly, Aone deciding to stop before his imagination made him cream in his pants, decided to go look for his friends spotting both of them laying near a potted plant in the hallway caressing the leaves and muttering under their breaths. He discreetly goes back to the store, getting two bottles of water and placing them on either side of his friends, knowing they’ll be shocked at it ‘appearing’.

Sighing tiredly, he briefly thinks of just driving back to his apartment having already seen his crush and hugged her, but decided against it not wanting to feel guilty for abandoning his intoxicated friends. He was about to go to the backyard looking for some fresh air before he heard his name being said in the crowd. Turning around too quickly he bumped into someone, gripping their waist and letting their scent envelop him before he caught a glimpse of their hair. 

Yes yes God yes

“Nobu I’m so sorry, I was trying to get your attention but you didn’t turn around!” y/n exclaimed, gripping his shirt making the boy realize his grip on her waist was tightening significantly. He quickly tried to let go but y/n wasn’t having any of it and planted his large palm on her backside, squeezing a little. Aone’s face had never been as red as it is now from that simple action. Clearing his throat, he gives a tentative squeeze to gauge her reaction and seeing the smirk on her face as her pupils darken. She finally releases her grip on his hand and turns to the dance floor, Aone follow behind.

 As they reach the dance floor, afrobeats fill the air as joro by wizkid which Aone knew was one of y/n’s favourite songs) plays turning the energy of the party to a slower tempo. Y/n turns to the tall boy, once more putting his hands on her waist, before pulling him closer to her, their bodies now pressed against eachother.

Aone can feel her grinding on his pants and begs to any God who’ll listen to please not let him pop a boner right now. Her mouth comes closer to his ear and he can feel her breath making shivers run down his spine. “I could feel it you know…” she whispers as his eyes widen, embarrassment from though him as he realizes she felt the first boner he popped while hugging her in the kitchen “…didn’t peg you as the type. What a pervert you are Nobu.”   

That small gesture almost made Aone cream in his pants. Almost. If not for the overwhelming shame he would feel if someone saw him, his dick was already as hard as can be. A murmur left Aone’s lips and y/n has to strain her neck to hear him over the sound of the music flowing through the house.

“What was that Nobu?”

“P-plea-ase,” he whispers, ears a bright shade of red as y/n smirks looking him in the eye to see his pupils blown out, clouded with lust and feeling his member poking her in the thigh.

“Please what Nobu?” their lips almost touching.

“..Please kiss me”

“That’s all you had to say ya damn polar bear”, finally pressing her lips on his and making the butterflies in his stomach turn into fireworks. He really couldn’t believe it. His head felt like it was about to burst from all the blood that rushed into it. Her lips felt so much better, so much better than his imagination. Her hands sliding up to his neck and slipping into the hair on the nape of his neck, he uttered a low groan giving access to y/n to slip her tongue onto his. Aone could feel his precum dampening his briefs and hoped that a dark spot wouldn’t be visible by the end of the night. She tried to break the kiss, his head leaning closer not letting her go until she tugged hard on his nape hair forcefully, a string of saliva still connecting them.

“What a needy boy”, she smirked, letting go of him to swipe at the corner of his lips. “Why didn’t I come speak to you earlier?”, he didn’t care because for him, this really was worth the wait.

 Aone was not much of a party goer, but he’d have to thank his friends in the morning for forcing him to go to this one.

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[deadontheinsidebut]

Hello! I just discovered ur blog last night and i really loves your writing🥺🥺 can i request? maybe a hcs for Kuroo, Oikawa, Tsukishima, and Bokuto who is dating with top volleyball player and when they tell it to the team, they just laugh or called him delulu but one day his fem!s/o shows up and the rest of team are like *shocked pikachu face* Thanks!💗

HIII LOVELY!! Welcome to the blog ☺️💗✨ this was actually so funny and cute, ty for requesting it hehe. Have a great day/night mwah💋

—HQ Boys dating a pro vball player

Kuroo, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Bokuto

All the characters are aged up !!

Team reunions are a MUST with Nekoma considering how rich and successful they all became after the timeskip

But Kuroo was excited to update his team on his latest catch: the most perfect girlfriend in history

You happened to be abroad on an away game and couldn’t show up to the reunion which was a skeptical story to the team

Kuroo gave them your name and of course they had to search you up, seeing all your highlights and pictures

Yaku snorts, “you’re telling me a nerd like you got this babe??”

“HEY! It’s not that surprising; I work in the volleyball industry after all!”

The dinner ended with the team joking about how silly Kuroo is

And the next reunion dinner was no different with the team snickering avout Kuroo’s lovesick fantasies

Until you walked in, sauntering over to their table with a tight black dress that accentuated all your curves

“Hey babe, sorry to keep you guys waiting! I got caught up at the airport, ugh paperwork am I right?” You explain, pecking your boyfriend on the cheek while stroking his bed head as he eyed you lovingly

The entire team went 0.0 no joke

Cue Kuroo’s hyena laugh

Lev was complimenting your perfume and asking where you got it

Kenma was warning you about Kuroo’s idiocy before Kuroo ruffled his hair

To be honest, you fit right in with the Nekoma crew with their the air of success and elegance

“I met her in Argentina, I swear!!” Oikawa urges, when Iwaizumi, Mattsun, and Hanamakinall burst into laughter as he bragged about you to his team

“It doesn’t matter what you guys think; she’s perfect and loves me and that’s all that matters!” He declares but the slight pout on his face show differently

“PFFFF, we’ll believe you when pigs fly, Shittykawa,” Mattsun snorted, nudging Hanamaki

So there you guys were, at the monthly Seijoh Alumni Bar Night with Oikawa’s arm slung over the your shoulders

“I told you I told you I told you MWHAHAHA” Oikawa slurs through the excessive alcohol

Kunimi and Kindaichi have always respected Oikawa as their senpai and weren’t as surprised when he announced you as his girlfriend but you really were as perfect as Oikawa had made you out to be

The night was a definite success with Oikawa constantly bursting out into that evil laugh of his and you making conversation with his old friends

You and Iwa-chan were able to talk about Oikawa’s stubborn yet hardworking nature and laugh about how you’re basically going through the same experiences

“If you can manage to stay with Shittykawa until the next time we meet, I’ll owe you a bowl of ramen,” Iwaizumi bets

You chuckle shake on it, because you were definitely getting that ramen

It was Yamaguchi who slipped out your name at the reunion

Tsukki had glared daggers at his friend for a straight 3 minutes before regaining his composure

“Yeah, she’s playing pro so I don’t get to see her as much.”

Kageyama is completely baffled

“You’re dating Y/N??? In the Division 1 League?? I’ve only seen her a couple times when we played in the same stadium but she’s dating you??”

Hinata is furiously nodding in agreement

Tsukki rolls his eyes, but that little spark of competitiveness in him won’t let them have the last word

And it was worth it to see the bewildered look in his ex-teammates’ faces when they shook your hand, each one more speechless than the last

“It’s very nice to meet you! Oh you’re Hinata right? I saw your match last week; you were amazing!!”

And with that one phrase, you’ve won over the redhead

“WHY DID YOU CHOOSE STINGYSHIMA?” Hinata blurts out

And the glare from Tsukki was making him regret asking the question but you took it in stride

You place a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder before answering, “there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye.”

And Daichi, Suga, and Asahi don’t miss your eyes dart to an inappropriate place before meeting Hinata’s eyes and Tsukki reddening at your insinuation

Suga hands you a napkin and pen for your autograph and Noya and Tanaka are jumping around you out of pure curiousity

The night went smoothly after that with you and Kiyoko chatting about how idiotic your lovers were and when no one was looking

Tsukishima Kei smiled into his drink a genuine smile

Bokuto was shoving your photo into the faces of all his old teammates as they rolled their eyes at him

“I promise! She’s mine and mine alone!” Bokuto whines but his eyes held absolute adoration

“Bokuto-san, if you keep screaming you’ll have a heart attack,” Akaashi reprimands

“But... why won’t you guys believe me? Agh JUST you wait, I’ll introduce you guys to her and you’ll never doubt me again!”

So that’s how you ended up at Bokuto’s house, fixing up cheese for the Fukurodani Monthly Reunion

As the team filed one by one into his home, they were so confused to see a pro volleyball player in Bokuto’s home in an apron

And the smile on Bo’s face could not be any wider as he pranced around you, not worried at all by how silly he looked

“Ah, so you’re the one dating our Bokuto-san,” Akaashi starts as he reaches for your hand, “I’m Akaashi Keiji.”

“I’m y/n, no formalities needed for Bo’s lovely friends!”

But the rest of the team was so confused they were frozen in place

Konoha has already slapped Bokuto over the head and congratulated him on landing such a perfect girlfriend and Bo was laughing in agreement

The night was perfect to be honest, and Bokuto could not ask for anything else seeing you, the love of his life seated at his table with the best friends he’s ever made

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[btsslowburnfic]

-The Arrangement- Chapter 1

Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable add. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter summary: Let’s meet our lovely [Y/N]. Every good story starts somewhere. Buckle up for the next few months babes <3 

Chapter 1

“Nope, sorry, I have to get to my other job.” You politely declined getting after-work drinks with your colleagues like usual. It was nice of them to still invite you even though you never said yes. 

You excused yourself to the company restroom. Out with the office worker, in with the bartender. You switched shirts, put your hair up in a ponytail, and applied heavier make-up. You'd switch out your skirt when you got to the club. As dumb and gross as it was, you always made more money when you wore your questionably short shorts. Oh well, money is money. 

You sent a quick text to your brother to make sure he and your sister got to your aunt's apartment and then headed for the station. Ok. How much money do I need to make tonight? You asked yourself as you opened the banking app. You mentally calculate the amount needed to feed your siblings, pay for the bus, and utilities. Ugh Maybe Park Minho will let me stay for him tonight. He usually wanted to get out of work early to go hang out with his friends. You would be ok this week if you stopped taking the bus and ate more ramen and less real food. You sighed. You were so tired.

You walked through the black glass doors of Club Tokki. There were only a few customers right now and you immediately went to see if anyone had made coffee. Work coffee=free coffee. Luckily for you, Lisa, the woman who worked the day shift almost always needed an extra dose of afternoon caffeine and there was still enough for a cup.

“Hey doll!” Lisa greeted you. “Here, I brought some milk in as well,” she said as she poured the coffee for you.

“You are a lifesaver. Thank you so much.” You gratefully took the mug, warming your hands. 

“No problem, do you need me to do anything before I leave? I’m going to close out with those two groups first.” She asked as she rinsed off some pint glasses.

You assessed the bar looking to see what you might need over the next few hours. “Yeah, ask the bar-back to get two more bottles of Goose and a bottle of Crown. We usually go through those on Wednesdays. And maybe cut a few limes and lemons. Thanks.” You took the coffee with you to the small office and finished changing clothes. Lisa was a student so she shared your need for thrifty living, coffee, and work. You didn’t have many friends, but you knew you could count on Lisa for caffeine and getting the bar prepped. 

You walked back out to the bar, mentally preparing yourself for the night ahead. In a few minutes people like your office coworkers would stream in, treating each other to after work drinks, socializing, and networking. You used to wonder if your circumstances were different if you would be the type of person who went out after work and socialized with their colleagues. You had come to the realization that “no” you wouldn’t. You would probably go home and sleep. Maybe read. You sighed and shimmied behind the bar as Lisa started to count down the drawer. "Alright, I asked the barback for the alcohol and there's 2 cups of lines and lemons." 

"Thanks a lot babe. See you tomorrow." you waved at her and started to move stuff around to where you liked it. 

"Happy money making." she smiled and headed out. 

As predicted about half an hour later, office workers start to show up and the bar is slowly starting to fill up. Club Tokki is known for its laid back vibe so it's mostly beers and "and" drinks. Whisky and coke. Vodka and soda. Occasionally there were some younger girls here that ordered the more complicated drinks. But you got those out as well; this wasn't the first bar you'd ever worked at, just the latest incarnation. And just like that, the night starts to speed up. Minho arrives two hours into your shift for the after-dinner rush.

“Just in time dude,” you greeted him as he walked behind the bar.

“What do you need?” He asked as he clocks in for the night. 

“The bar is caught up if you want to go check section one. Shinhye has the rest of the floor.” You instructed him and used this opportunity to catch up on cleaning dishes. You caught one of the guys at the end of the bar staring at you. He was definitely good looking, and stood out with his expensive suit, silver hair, and strong facial features. Whatever. As long as he tips. You were not looking for a boyfriend. Or a hookup. You cringed at the thought of even trying to navigate dating between your work schedule and also living with your Aunt as a grown ass woman. You shook your head like it would get rid of the thought. Satisfied with the current state of the bar you took a minute to drink some water and scan the club. There were worse places you could work for sure. 

Minho came back to the bar and asked you to make some shots while he grabs some beers. Grape bombs? Is this 2012? You resisted the urge to gag, having gotten sick on them when you were younger. You placed the drinks on his tray and checked the bartop once again.

Mr. Expensive Suit dimple-face was nursing a Goose and soda. “You doing ok?” you asked him as you made your way down the bar. 

“I’m great. Thanks. What’s your name?”

“[Y/N]” you responded and started to move on to your next guest. 

“This is the part where you ask my name.” he said arrogantly. Suddenly you did not care for him as much.

“Is it? I’ve never talked to someone in a bar before. I didn't realize there was a script.” you responded sarcastically. You hated it when guys thought they could manipulate you. 

“Wow. Ok. Ok. Hard to get. I respect that. I’m Kim Namjoon.” 

“Ok Mr. Kim, is there anything else I can get for you right now?” you asked, oh so sweetly.

“No. I’m good for now.” he said, laughing to himself. He shook his head incredulously and sipped his drink.

Well maybe you weren’t going to get tipped after all. Oh well. 

The rest of the night was mostly a blur. The vodka special brought in quite a few people and you ended up going through four bottles of Goose. Mr. Kim Dimples remained, nursing only his second drink now and still staring at you even though he was trying hard to not look like he was staring. It was awkward. He was hot but sooo not your type. Which you thought you had made clear.

“Mr. Kim, are you sure you even like Goose and soda?” you teased him as you made another round checking on people. 

“You know, I am more of a beer drinker myself, but I can’t pass up a good vodka special.” he leaned to the side, getting out his wallet, and pulled out a business card.

“[Y/N], I’d like for you to take this.” he stuck it between his index and middle finger, holding it out for you to take.

“I am flattered, Mr. Kim, but I’m not interested in anything like that.” you smiled politely. 

He rolled his eyes at you.  “Believe me, I’m not asking you on a date. You are so not my type,” he said with an air of disgust. As though he was repulsed that you would have even thought he would consider asking you out. “This is a job opportunity. I work for a talent agency of sorts.”

Wow. What a dick. “Oh yeah? What talent do you see?” you gesture to yourself. “I do pour some stiff drinks and can usually tell rude guys to fuck off with a smile on my face.”

To your surprise he just laughed. “You are very funny. And I suppose some people would find you attractive. Just take the card. I think you’re the best candidate I’ve found yet.” he stood up and put on his suit jacket, sitting the business card down on the bartop.

“Rude.” you casually said, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Well, it makes no difference to me if you accept or not. Regardless, there it is." He gestured to the card, and sat down way too much money on top of it. "Keep the change." He turned and left.  

You didn’t end up closing for Minho; the two of you both stayed since it remained steady through closing time. You were weirded out by the conversation with Mr. Kim, but having worked in a bar for the past 7 years, it wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened to you. You threw  the business card into your purse and forgot about it for the rest of your shift.

The remainder of the night passed without incident. As much as you disliked it, that weirdo's money helped make sure you could take the bus again the next few days. You stuffed your tips into your purse and walked home. Well. To your aunt's house. It didn't really feel like home. Just a temporary landing spot until you and your siblings could get your own place again. 

You entered quietly and washed your hands. You dutifully went through your siblings school bags, making sure their supplies and homework were where they should be. You packaged their lunches as much as you could and started a fresh batch of rice for tomorrow. All mostly in the dark so you didn't wake anyone up. Your brother was sleeping on the couch, which you hated, but he insisted on it. You were sharing the guest bedroom with your sister and your niece.

You grabbed your laptop and curled up in the corner of the kitchen to not bother anybody. I’m a 27 year old loser hiding on the floor of my Aunt’s apartment in the middle of the night. I have to wake up in 5 hours for my other job and instead I’m going to look up a website that some weird ass rude hot guy at a bar gave me. Why is this my life? You thought, and yet you pulled out the business card and entered the link. It took you to a black website with a white box asking for a code. You flipped the card over, and there it was, handwritten. You type it in and wait for the website to load, convinced it’s going to be some weird porn site with fisting or crush videos. You almost cover your eyes but to your pleasant surprise it’s a normal website. 

Seeking: a suitable adult woman for long-term companionship. Will be well compensated. Serious inquiries only. 

The text continued: If you are on this website, congratulations. You have already presented the basic level qualifications for this position. 

Ok. So maybe this was an escort service. Which I mean...if it paid better than both of your jobs and you didn’t have to have sex with people maybe you could. No. No. You talked yourself out of it and scrolled down to read more of the description,

Requirements:

Female between the ages of 20 and 40.

Flexibility in schedule

Desire to travel and attend events

Strong personality and interpersonal skills

Proficiency with Microsoft Excel and Word 

Punctuality, attention to detail, and strong organizational skills

Desired but not necessary

Non-smoker/drinks alcohol socially

Like animals 

Enjoy listening to music 

Compensation:

Position requires relocation to on-site premises and therefore covers room and board. 

Monthly stipend (click here for more information pertaining to taxes)

3 meals a day, beverages, and snacks included

Most escort services didn’t require proficiency in Microsoft Word or Excel...you were guessing. Maybe it was a legit job. Like an on-site event planner? You clicked the link contained in compensation and HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT OF MONEY. 

You bit your lip and pulled up your resume. It couldn’t hurt to submit it, right? You didn’t have much to update since you had just started your office job 3 months ago. You updated the resume to include that job and listed your address as Club Tokki’s in case this was actually a sex trafficking set up. You thought about it for a another minute and then uploaded the document, took a deep breath, and hit “send.” NEXT CHAPTER

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A Girl Like You. Part 2

(I do not own Hawks/ Keigo Takami. Horikoshi Kohei does. This was commissioned by the lovely @undefined—person. I Thank the lovely @nocturnalazura for proofreading this for me. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on.)

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Part one

Tw: Mentions of blood, angst, mentions of injury, stalking, breaking up, some fluff moments.

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‘When your friend parked in the parking garage of their apartment, you got a message from Hawks saying:

“I thought over some things, and we need to talk, alone.”’

Your eyes remained fixed on your screen as your breathing began to grow shallow. Your friend noticed this and looked at you.

“Hey, Y/n? What’s going on? I don’t like how you’re breathing right now.” They spoke. You showed them your phone and they looked at the message. “You need more than just a few hours of space, Y/n. Don’t respond until you’re ready. Let’s get you inside and comfortable.” Your friend spoke and handed you your phone back. You got out of the car and grabbed your suitcase from the back of your friend’s car and pulled it up to your friend’s apartment. Your friend had grabbed the couple bags of your things that they had retrieved from your apartment and set them in the guest room.

“I grabbed what I could before investigators made your untouched clothes evidence. I’m going to order in. Anything in particular sound good to you?” They asked.

“Just some ramen noodles.” You responded. You needed comfort after the past week and a half and ramen noodle just seemed like the perfect thing you needed [jF1] to help you recuperate. Your friend ordered the food and pulled you out of the guest room and had you sit on the couch to pick out a movie. You scrolled through your options and picked another comfort movie of yours as your friend heated up some hot chocolate. Your friend brought over the comforting drink and handed you a mug which you gratefully accepted and took a sip of.

The doorbell rang. You froze as your friend stood up. “It’s just the delivery guy, Y/n. Just relax. I’ll get the food.” They told you as they grabbed their wallet and went to the front door. You told yourself to calm down and you took another drink of the hot chocolate. Your friend came back into the living room bearing takeout. They handed you your ramen which you happily began to eat. Your friend started the movie and the two of you sat back to enjoy the movie. After the movie was over, you helped gather the empty containers to put them in the trash before you decided to go to bed for the night.

§§§§§

You woke up the next morning and checked your phone. There was nothing from Hawks in the usual notifications you had every morning. You climbed out of your bed and got dressed. You had breakfast with your friend before you went to work. You went into the office and were told by the receptionist that there was a surprise in your office. You were a bit concerned. You entered your office and saw several bouquets of your favorite flowers around your office and a stuffed toy version of your favorite animal. There was one bundle of flowers and a note on your desk which you picked up and read the note. ‘Y/n, I am sorry for putting you through what I did over the past couple of weeks. I did some thinking and I realized how much you mean to me. I’d like to talk things over face to face when you’re ready. I love you so much, Y/n You have no idea what you mean to me. I want to apologize to you and make it up to you. Call or text me when you’re ready.

Love,

Hawks.

You set the note down and called the front desk to have the flowers taken back to your house. Once the flowers were gone, you went back to work and were called into a meeting.

You went about your workday as normal and clocked out at the normal time. You drove home and hoped that there was nothing else strange that was going to happen. You were wrong. You stepped through the front door and saw a giant stuffed chicken in your friend’s living room. You dropped your bags on the floor and stared at the thing. You couldn’t believe that Hawks had bought a 6ft stuffed chicken and had it delivered to your friend house. Was he stalking you again? That couldn’t be. He must’ve just found out that you were staying at your friend’s house from the front desk receptionist. You took a deep breath and walked to your room where you plopped down on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You let your mind wander a bit. Was taking Hawks back actually worth it? Now that you’re thinking of it, he did seem off when he showed up at your parent’s house. You shook the thoughts away and changed into your lounge clothes. You were brushing out your hair when you heard your friend scream at the sight of the giant chicken.

“Y/N!? WHAT THE HECK IS A GIANT STUFFED CHICKEN DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM?” They called out and entered your room.

“That, thing is from Hawks. An attempt to try and win me back.” You explained as you looked at the stuffed chicken. You walked into the kitchen and made yourself a cup of coffee as you needed it to help you unwind after the long day at work you had. You leaned against the counter and looked at it.

“Is he really that desperate?” Your friend asked. You went to your purse and handed them the note you got at work. They read it and handed the note back to you. You took a long sip of your coffee and looked back at the chicken.

“Want to help me stuff it into my room?” You asked.

“I think I need some coffee first.” Your friend responded and made themselves a mug. After the caffeine was consumed, you and your friend proceeded to tackle the stuffed chicken and shoved the plushie into your room. Both you and your friend were exhausted and the both of you flopped onto the plush.

“Do you think I should take him back? I mean he was trying his best to get me to come back, and he seemed to be truly sorry in the note. Should I go talk to him?” You asked as you looked at your friend.

“He seems like he’s really sorry for what he did. You need to tell him that you’re taking time for yourself, and you will tell him when you’re ready to talk.” They told you. You nodded and pulled your phone out. You messaged Hawks back telling him the same thing that your friend suggested to you. You had your friend read over the message before you sent it. You waited a few minutes before you received a message from Hawks that had a thumbs up. You set your phone down and looked to your friend.

“Do you want to go out? Like to a bar or club?” Your friend asked.

“How about the Italian place a couple blocks from here? I want pasta.” You told your friend.

“Alright! Let’s get changed and go!” they said and slid off the stuffed chicken and went to their room. You got off the animal and changed out of your sweatpants and into a pair of nice jeans and a t-shirt. You met with your friend at the front door and the two of you left your apartment. You walked to the restaurant and got a table. The two of you got menus and chose what you wanted to eat. You settled on some spinach and mushroom filled ravioli with a white sauce. Your friend chose a chicken dish and the two of you placed your order. While you waited for the food, the two of you talked and you told your friend what had happened between you and Hawks over the past few weeks and why the two of you broke up, why you were staying at their place, and the state of your apartment. Your friend listened and the two of you talked more over your dinner. “Why don’t we go to your apartment and clean it up? I don’t mind having you stay at my place but I don’t want my place to get overwhelmed with gifts from Hawks.” Your friend suggested. “I don’t know if it’s even safe for me to go back to my apartment. The police haven’t gotten back to me with the O.K. that my place is safe.” You responded. “We can call them or go over to the police station in the morning.” They spoke.

“That sounds like a good idea.” You responded. The two of you soon finished your food and your friend waved a waiter over. “Can we get a dessert menu, please?” They asked. The waiter nodded and walked away to return with two dessert menus. The both of you looked them over before deciding on the chocolate cake with ice cream. The both of you made the order for a single slice that the both of you would share.

After you ate the dessert and paid the bill, the two of you walked home. “You know, I’m glad we could get out tonight. I really needed this.” You told your friend as the two of you walked back to the apartment.

“You’re welcome.” They said and opened the door to the apartment. You expected Hawks to be sitting on the couch waiting for you. You were surprised to see the apartment vacant. You looked around the apartment to make sure he wasn’t hiding in a closet or in your room. Your friend was concerned. “What are you doing?” Your friend asked. “I’m making sure Hawks didn’t sneak in. I’m a little on edge since that patchwork villain appeared in my apartment.” You responded. “Y/n. Chill out. My neighbor would’ve called me if they suspected someone trying to break in.” They told you. You went to your room and changed into your pjs before you came out and made yourself a cup of tea to help calm your nerves. Your friend came over and rubbed your back. “Everything’s going to be fine, Y/n we will go over to the police station in the morning. Let’s watch a movie before we go to sleep.” They suggested. You nodded and waited for the water to boil before you poured it into your mug. Your friend popped in a Disney movie and sat back on the couch. You sat next to them and sipped on your tea. The two of you finished the movie and you went to bed.

§§§§§

You woke up early the next morning and got ready to go over to the police station with your friend. You made breakfast for you and your friend along with a fresh pot of coffee. Your friend woke up and the two of you had breakfast before you went over to the police station.

The two of you arrived at the police station and were taken to a waiting area. An officer called you back to talk about you being able to go back to your apartment. They said you could, and you were relieved. Your friend drove you back to their apartment so you could pack up your things and go back to your house. You packed up your things and loaded them up along with the stuffed chicken. Your friend then drove you to your house and parked in front of your building. You took a deep breath and exited the vehicle. Your friend got out and followed you to your front door. You grabbed your keys from your pocket and unlocked the door. Your friend stuck close to you. You entered your apartment to see the same bloodied mess still dotted with feathers. You covered your mouth and leaned into your friend who comforted you. “It’s ok. Let’s get your cleaning supplies and we will clean the blood and feathers up.” They told you. You proceeded to gather your cleaning stuff and pulled out a couple of masks that you and your friend could use to protect your face and lungs. You handed your friend a pair of rubber gloves and a face mask before the two of you got to cleaning. You filled a bucket with hot soapy water and a damp cloth and began to scrub at the dried blood on the walls. You let your frustration out as you cleaned the blood up and pulled out the embedded feathers out of your wall and made a pile of them as you went down the hallway where the message was on your bedroom wall. You dumped out the bloody water in the bathroom and kept cleaning. Your friend took the pile of feathers and rinsed them out and let them dry. Soon all the blood and feathers were gone, and you flopped on your couch tired, but glad to be home. You looked at your friend. “Can you stay the night? I’m a little on edge about staying here tonight.” You asked.

“Of course! Let’s get my car unloaded and I’ll run back to my place to grab a couple things then I’ll be back.” They told you.

You stood up from the couch and went down to their car and unloaded your stuff, along with the chicken into your apartment. You unpacked your things while your friend went back to their house to grab a couple of things. This left you alone in the quiet of your house. It seemed a little too quiet, so you turned the tv on to give some background noise to occupy your brain. You walked around your apartment and got changed into your pjs for the night. You were wary and contemplated opening the sliding door to your balcony where Hawks normally landed and came into your apartment. You hesitated before opening the sliding door to let a breeze in. You kept the screen close though which made you feel a little safer. You heated up some water for some hot cocoa or tea. You didn’t know yet. As you waited for the water to boil, you felt an eerie presence in your apartment that put you even more on edge. You swore you could feel it behind you, so you grabbed one of your knives and slowly turned around. You whipped around and saw that no one was in your apartment, and it was only your brain playing tricks on you. You heard knocking at your front door, and you went to answer it. It was your friend with their sleeping bag and an overnight bag. “I come bearing chocolate and snacks. Let’s get comfortable and have some fun!” They told you. You let them in, and they got settled by rolling out their sleeping bag on your living room floor. “Do you want something to drink? I heated some water.” You spoke as you went into the kitchen. “Yeah! I’ll take some apple cider please!” They called out. You pulled two mugs down, one for yourself and another for your friend. You made the hot drinks and brought them out to your living room and set them on the coffee table before you got your pillow and blanket before laying them out on the couch. You turned on a movie and laid out on the couch under your blanket and watched the movie with your friend until you both fell asleep. §§§§§

The night went smoothly, and you woke up the next morning to see your friend left a note along with some food saying that they had a fun time the night before and hoped that you were going to be ok and that you could call them if you needed. They were sorry that they had to leave early but they had to get to work. You understood and opened the container to see what was inside. You found an egg and sausage sandwich from a local fast-food place and a pot of coffee for you. You smiled and ate your breakfast before going about your day. After you ate, you took a shower and decided to go to the local café to get some writing done. Yes, you did have coffee at home, but you wanted to give yourself a treat. You set up your computer and began working on whatever it was that you wanted to work on while you had this time to yourself. You spent a couple hours there at the Café, you were about to pack up and leave when you saw Keigo in the line to get coffee. You forgot that he was the one that introduced this place to you. You stayed in your seat, kept your head down, and kept working. The hero looked around the room and saw you. His heart fluttered when he saw you and the thought of going over to you crossed his mind. He made his order and flirted a little with the barista with the full knowing that you’d be watching. You glanced up to see him flirting with the barista. Your face flushed red, and your mind swirled with thoughts of him having already moved on and him having already found someone to replace you. The idea of the stuffed chicken, the flowers, and the note of him wanting to get you back. You concentrated on your work to get your frustration out, not noticing that Keigo had received his order and was heading to the door. He let a feather fly over to you and land on the table with a small flower on it with a note attached. You looked at the note and it said:

‘I still love you, Y/n. I’m looking forward to when we will talk again.’

You scoffed and tossed the note to the side and kept working. You finished up your work and packed up your things. You were about to leave the note, flower, and feather on the table but your decided against it and tucked it into your computer bag. You then drove home thinking about what the note had said and the way he behaved with the barista. You remembered that he did that even when the two of you were together. It was the way he normally interacted, and you needed to relax. Was he just doing that to make you jealous? Or to show you that he hadn’t changed? You thought about it more as you drove and arrived back at your apartment. You got out and went inside. You pulled your phone out and texted Hawks.

“Hey, I got your note. When would you like to meet up and talk over things?” You sent the message and he quickly responded back. “How about tomorrow during lunch?” He responded. “Sound’s good. I’ll see you then. “

“Love you, baby bird.” He messaged back. Him calling you ‘Baby bird’ made you feel a small spark of happiness in your soul. You went about your evening with the feeling of excitement building in the pit of your stomach as you went to sleep. You Woke up the next morning and showered. You opened your laptop and signed into work as you were still allowed to work from home. You worked for a couple of hours until your lunch break came up and you clocked out. You were getting ready to text Hawks when you heard a whoosh and a flapping of wings. You turned around to see Hawks on your balcony bearing a bag of takeout. He knocked on your sliding door gently and waved when he saw you looking at him. You walked over and opened the sliding door to let him come in. He used a couple feathers to carry the bag of takeout into your apartment. “I come bearing food. Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yeah, come on in.” You spoke and accepted the bag of take out which you set on the dinner table. Hawks stepped inside your apartment and looked around.

“I see you got the place cleaned up. I’m glad you are back here. I know you missed it.” He spoke before walking over to the table and pulling a chair out for you and pushing it in as you sat down before he sat down himself. You sorted out the food and saw that he got your favorite food, and he got his favorite food too.

“There’s a few things I’d like to talk about a few things.” You spoke. He nodded. “What would you like to talk about?” He asked. “About how you followed me to my parent’s cabin after I told you that I needed space.” You responded. He looked at you confused. “I didn’t follow you to your parent’s cabin.” He responded.

“Do you have a psychopathic twin brother that has the same quirk as you?”

“No, I don’t. That sounds like one of the villain’s quirks.” He spoke as he prodded at his noodles.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I had a run in with the League a while back. One of their quirks was that if they drank blood of someone else, they could impersonate the person they took the blood from.” He explained.

“I see. That somewhat makes sense.” You responded as you ate. “Did the person at the hospital and the person in your closet have the same psychopathic personality?” He asked. You thought for a moment and nodded.

“After we’re done here, I’ll go report that into the commission. “He spoke and took another bite.

“Why would that person want to keep me away from you? You and I get along well, and we both love each other very much.” You spoke and held Hawk’s hand from your spot at the table. He smiled and held your hand back.

“I don’t know baby bird. But I do know that I love you very much. Nothing can change that.” He told you. You smiled and he smiled back. “I love you too, Keigo. I’d like it if we got back together. I need to tell you that things won’t be the same as they were before. I’m still on edge about the person appearing in my apartment with the blood… and your feathers. I thought they had injured you or even worse, killed you.” You told him. He stood up and pulled you into a hug. You clung to his jacket and buried your face into fluffy lining of his jacket as you let tears fall from your face. “Oh, baby bird. I’d love that. Is it ok if I spend the night here?” He asked. “I’d like that. It would help me feel safer. I’m still scared that something’s gonna show up in my closet and jump out at me.” You told him.

“I’ll be back here after my shift. You just sit tight, ok? I’ll bring something from my house that we can use to keep your mind off the current situation, alright, baby bird?” He told you. You nodded and the two of you finished your lunch. You gave him a copy of the key back before you walked him to the balcony where he kissed you on the cheek before taking off and going back to saving the city.

You went back to work as well and finished up your day at work before texting Keigo about what he wanted for dinner. He responded with: “something simple and quick.” You decided to pick up a family fill up bucket from the local KFC along with the sides and set it up on your table. You then changed into a long t-shirt and shorts and waited for Hawks to come home. He unlocked the door and came in.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called out and closed the door behind him.

“In the dining room!” You responded. You came into the living room to greet him.

“Hi, princess, how was your day?” He asked.

“It was good. I got us some fried chicken for dinner. I know that’s your favorite.” You spoke. His eyes widened and he handed you an unmarked bag.

“I got something for you too. Let’s eat dinner and see what’s inside, shall we?” He suggested. Hawks guided you to the dinner table and set the bag on the counter before he sat next to you. You began to serve him food before he stopped you. “Let me. You’ve been through so much and it was my fault. I shouldn’t have let that villain get my blood. Then we wouldn’t have gone through all that we did the past couple of weeks, I want to make it up to you if you’ll let me. Please, Y/n, let me take care of you tonight.” He spoke.

“I’d like that very much, Keigo.” You responded and let him serve you dinner.

After the two of you ate dinner, you got up to do the dishes but you were stopped by Hawks’s feathers.

“Remember what I said? I’m gonna take care of you. I’ll do the dishes. You go sit down and see what’s inside the bag.” He told you. You sighed and plopped down on your couch and pulled the bag over that Hawks had brought over earlier that evening. You pulled the tissue paper out of the bag and pulled out the first item. It was a bottle of your favorite lotion. You set it on the table and pulled out the next item. This time it was a scented candle that you placed next to the lotion and reached inside the bag to pull out a bath bomb that had relaxing essential oils mixed into it. It had been molded into the shape of a feather and it was dyed red with some gold flecks in it. You set it down and reached into the bag for another thing. You found a small container of bath salts that smelled good. You pulled out a face mask with bandanas to tie your hair back. You reached in to feel what felt like a nail kit and pulled it out. It had two kinds of nail polish, a pair of nail clippers, an orange stick, a thing to scrub your feet with to get the dead skin off, and a bar of chocolate. Hawks came out of the kitchen and saw you on the couch staring in disbelief at the items on your coffee table. “I’m gonna give you a spa night. I might join you in a couple of those things but it’s going to mostly be all about you tonight.” He spoke. You looked at him dumbfounded.

“What did I do to deserve all of this?” You asked him. “You being the most amazing, wonderful, and beautiful person in the world to me. You surviving all the stress you were put through. You deserve to be pampered and spoiled rotten~.” He told you and kissed you all over your face and he wandered down to your neck. You pushed him away and kissed him back. “Thank you. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you.” You told him. He smiled and kissed your forehead. He pulled away and kissed your cheek. “I’m going to fill up your tub with some warm water and put the salts into the water, light the candle and strip down and slide into the water and wait for you with the bath bomb.” He told you. You nodded in agreement as he took the container of bath salts, the candle, and the bath bomb into your bathroom. You stood up and went into your bedroom to strip down and put your bathrobe on. You waited a few minutes until you heard Hawks slide down into the water and call out to you. You left the bedroom and entered the bathroom where you saw Hawks sitting in your bathtub. He looked at you and smiled.

“Hi, Baby bird. Come join me. The water feels nice.” He told you. You gulped and closed the bathroom door and locked it before you took your bathrobe off and slid into the bathtub with Hawks. You got settled and leaned into Hawk’s chest. He picked up the bath bomb and set in it the water. You watched as the colors filled the tub and the scent of the essential oils filled your nose and mixed with the scent of the candle. You felt yourself relaxing against Hawks and actually letting your guard down for once in a long time. You hummed and played with the bubbles and colors that the bath bomb emitted. The two of you stayed in the tub until the water ran cold. You then got out of the tub and wrapped yourself up in the fluffy towel before you walked to your bedroom to get changed. He went to his gym bag and pulled out some clothes to change into. You came out of your bedroom and sat down on the couch where Keigo had set up the face mask and nail polish. He had put on a movie in the background and patted the seat next to him.

“I wanted you to pick the headband you wanted before we got settled. Also, once we get the face masks on, we have to keep them on for about 15 minutes for full effect. Then you soak your feet to help with the cuticles or something.” He spoke. “I’d be ok with you just rubbing them with the lotion.” You responded. “Anything you’d like baby girl.” He responded. The two of you helped each other apply the face masks to your faces and he did your nails as you watched a movie. After your nails were dried, you insisted on doing his with the reasoning that he wore gloves in his hero costume. He agreed only if you painted them black. You agreed and painted his nails black. He then patted his leg to have you put your feet up so he could massage them. He grabbed the bottle of lotion, put some onto your skin and began to massage your feet.

“How does that feel, princess?” He asked as he went up your legs and rubbed the soles of your feet. You leaned rolled your head back and hummed. “I like that very much.” You responded. You pulled your legs away and leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

You were happy that things were going back to a version of normal. You would still be on edge from the events that happened. But you were happy to have Hawks back with you for now.

You were very happy indeed.

The end

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[mypoisonedvine]

More Human Than Human | dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Blade Runner AU)

[for @nellblazer​‘s eighties-themed challenge!  thanks for hosting babe, sorry it’s slightly late!]

warnings: smut (noncon), choking, violence/guns/fighting, degradation, general nastiness.  and less importantly, just a shitload of gifs to create ~atmosphere~

word count: 3.5k

Early in the 21st century, the Tyrell Corporation advanced robot evolution into the Nexus phase --  a being virtually identical to a human -- known as a REPLICANT.

The Nexus 6 Replicants were superior in strength and agility, and at least equal in intelligence, to the genetic engineers who created them.

Replicants were used Off-world as slave labor, in the hazardous exploration and colonization of other planets.

After a bloody mutiny by a Nexus 6 combat team in an Off-world colony, Replicants were declared illegal on earth -- under penalty of death.

Special police squads -- BLADE RUNNER Units -- had orders to shoot to kill, upon detection, any trespassing Replicant.

This was not called execution.

This was called retirement.

“Officer Barnes.”

Bucky looked up from his instant ramen, extremely disinterested in interacting with his supervisor but aware that he didn’t have much of a choice.

“New lead on a hideout somewhere beneath the city.  One of the females from our favorite renegade crew of Off-world slaves.”

Bucky paused before responding.

“...somewhere?” he mumbled around a mouthful of noodles.

“I’ve already uploaded the coordinates to your vehicle.”

Bucky sighed quickly.  “Can I finish this first?” he asked, pointing to the noodles with his chopsticks.

“Intel’s fresh.  Let’s get there while it’s still accurate.  You know how quick they move.”

“Can’t someone else do it?”

The supervisor cracked a crooked grin, toothy and dirty.  Bucky grimaced.

“Come on,” the man suddenly became jovial, though his attempted manipulation was obvious, “you know you’re the best.  This has been a tough nut to crack, they’ve killed a lot of people and the other Blade Runners… they don’t have what you have.  They’re too green.  I need my best guy for this; I need the Winter Soldier.”

“You know I hate that name,” Bucky shook his head, “and I don’t like retiring the newer models.  They’re too… smooth.  Too real.”

“They’re not real,” the man assured, all friendliness lost from his voice as his impatience took over.  “And they’re dangerous.  Now get in the damn car and retire the bitch.”

Bucky sighed, tossing his half-finished meal into the trash and clipping his blaster back onto his belt. 

The bustling of the city was mostly muted inside the station, but once he stepped outside into the rain, he was bombarded with it all: the damp, wet air; the conversations of everyone passing by, mostly shouted into earpieces in languages he only roughly understood; the smell of exhaust, cigarette smoke, and stir fry cooking at a nearby food stall.  

He brushed past the crowds to make his way to the car lot, taking a slightly longer but less crowded route.  He was really good at ignoring things in times like this.  He ignored the noise that most would’ve found overwhelmingly loud, as well as the misty rain and humid night breeze.  

He ignored the shouts of someone in the distance as he got into the car, which turned its own engine as he scanned his badge.  The intel blinked onto the screen, informing him of the rogue units and their apparent location.  As he confirmed his route, he scrolled through the files.  The information was limited, the result of a recent hack on the LAPD’s computer system attempting to prevent exactly what he was doing now: hunting you down.

You navigated through the busy streets as you made your way back home after dinner.  You very rarely went out, fearful you would be spotted by someone important, but you had realized after months of hiding that if someone was going to find you, they would have by now.

Peddlers carried bags and baskets of ingredients-- all of them just repurposed and manufactured chemical byproducts-- past you along the sidewalk.  The food was the thing you really loved about Earth.  Off-world there was only basic, raw protein in bars.  You had only recently become aware that there was more to food than sustenance and survival, and even now you couldn’t imagine eating the same thing for every meal despite having done it your entire life. 

A lot of concepts were being introduced to you on Earth, in fact.  Earth was dirtier than your off-world accommodations.  More smoke, more dust.  After all, earth was the word for the dirt the planet was covered in.  There was no earth, no dirt, in space.  That didn’t mean it was clean, of course, but it was cleaner than this.  Now you were kicking litter to the side as you moved forward, ignoring strewn pieces of cardboard and scrap metal that gathered at the edges of buildings and roads.  

Where space had been empty and cold, Earth was alive but overwhelming.  The truth was, you realized now that beauty had come from your experiences off-world.  Not that it justified your enslavement, but you had experienced things you figured you never would again: community, for one. 

You could hear the dog barking as you opened your door, and he jumped up onto your legs in excitement.  It was impossible not to smile with this animal greeting you so excitedly; you understood now why humans liked them enough to keep creating artificial ones, although since you had found this one abandoned in the street, clearly they were manufacturing too many.

Shutting the door behind you, you grabbed the leash you kept draped with your coats, collaring the dog to take him for his last walk of the night.  As you left you glanced out your window, jumping up when you saw an LAPD car landing outside your building.  He probably wasn’t here for you, right?  You decided to take the back way out, but he was already ahead of you.  

Down the hallway you saw the figure of a man approaching you.  You could tell just by the way he walked that he was a Blade Runner, and your blood went cold.  The good thing about your model was that you blended in with humans.  You’d only gotten better at it in the past few months.  You just hoped you were good enough.

Turning and beginning to walk away, he waved you down and you froze, realizing it was too late to run.

“Is it real?” he asked as he stepped up and you turned to face him; for a second, you didn’t know what he was referring to, but then he looked down to the dog.  

You followed his gaze and laughed.  “If it was real, don’t you think I’d be living somewhere nicer than this?”

He looked at the door behind you.  “So you live here?”

You hesitated, and already he knew that you were going to tell him that you needed to be on your way.

He was a step ahead of you, flashing his badge quickly.  “LAPD business.”

“What… is the LAPD’s business with me?” you asked slowly.

“Why don’t you let me in and we’ll talk about it?” he suggested.

“I was just about to walk him--”

“It can wait,” he interrupted sternly, his expression hardening a little.  “Won’t take long, leave the dog outside.”

You nodded quickly, tying the leash to a handrail with your shaking hands; you slipped back into the apartment, shutting your door after he followed you in.

“So, officer…”

“Barnes.”

“Right.  Officer Barnes.  Would you like something to… drink?”

He shook his head, taking a seat at your dining table like he owned the place.  He motioned for you to sit across from him as if he owned you, too.  You did, because for all intents and purposes in this moment, he did.

The Blade Runner set his weapon on the table slowly.  

You swallowed dryly, looking at it before turning your gaze to the window, and the blue-green reflections of the city outside.  “It’s time for my retirement, huh?”

In the peripheral of your vision, he nodded.

“Did the others put up a fight?”

He paused before answering, like he was remembering.  Remembering the deaths of your friends.  “They tried,” he eventually said.

You looked down, taking a deep breath.  “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, but I may not answer.”

“Why do you do this?”

“It’s my job.”

“Yes, but, you don’t have to do anything.  I was a slave.  I really did have to do everything.  You have choice; you have an entire life to live.  Why would you spend it doing this?”

He laughed a little-- not so much a laugh as a sharp exhale through his nose, like you were delusional, like your opinion was a complete waste of his time.

“Nevermind,” you scoffed, “I know why you do it.  You hate us.  You think we’re all evil.”

He shook his head.  “Machines are like anything: good or bad.  If they’re good, they’re not my problem.”

“You think I’m a machine?” you asked incredulously, nodding to his bionic arm.  He winced, like he thought you hadn’t noticed, but even a leather jacket and biker gloves couldn’t hide his dirty little secret from you.  You were a little too observant for that.

“Lost this arm to one of your kind,” he explained with a scowl.

“I lost everything to your kind,” you hissed.

He smiled a little.  “You never had anything to lose.  You never had anything.”

“And whose fault is that?”

He shrugged.  “Not mine.”

You sighed with exhaustion; humans were all the same.  They spent all their lives deflecting blame, shirking responsibility.  “My name is--”

“I know your name,” he interrupted firmly.  “N6FQB21416.”

You grimaced.  “That’s not a name, that’s a serial number.”

“I don’t really give a shit about either.  What worries me is the offenses listed in your file.”  He cleared his throat as he recalled the list.  “Launched a mutiny which killed 14 men.  Stole a ship.  Illegally trespassed into Earth’s atmosphere.  Killed 8 more people in your journey from the port to Los Angeles.  And, presumably, you killed whoever was living here and have been squatting in their apartment ever since.”

You’d found it abandoned, actually, but there really wasn’t much point in disputing his claims.

He sighed before he spoke again.  “All this over a few more months?”

You looked away, trying not to think about how much time you’d wasted seeking liberation from the built-in expiration on a replicant’s lifespan.  It was ingrained in your DNA, you couldn’t stop it.  You had been living in denial of this for quite some time now and you preferred to keep it that way.

“You’re going to die either way,” he added coldly, “so why all this violence?  All the fighting?”

“Because for now, I’m still alive.  To live is to fight.”

“I guess I can agree with that,” he replied gruffly.

With that, you made a run for the living room-- there was a gun under the couch, if you could just reach it in time--

But he was already on you, laughing at your pitiful clawing on the floor.

“Officer Barnes, please--” you begged with the last of your thin breath.

“Call me Bucky,” he instructed as his hand wrapped around your neck.

Your mouth opened to speak, to gasp for air, but it was useless.

“You weren’t a laborer, were you?” he growled, pinning you down.  “You were a pleasure unit.”

You ignored his realization, continuing to attempt to fight.  

“You’re weak,” he hissed, “I’m amazed you’re even trying.  Don’t they train the fight out of you?”

He was right.  They had.  You’d been trained back into that instinct by the Resistance, but you weren’t made to fight.  You weren’t even made to work.  Your greatest purpose had always been to simply be beautiful and stay still.

“There are probably thousands just like you, you know.  Identical in every way,” he explained coldly.  “And you think you’re more human than me?  You’re a fucking skinjob.”

“Fuck you,” you strained as his weight knocked the air out of you, your hands clawing fruitlessly for something to grab onto.

“Give into your instincts,” he encouraged as you felt his hands grabbing at the top of your leggings.  

What was actually disgusting was that you did, for a moment, relaxing into his grip before your fight renewed again.

“Get off me!  I’ll fucking kill you, I swear!” you yelped.

You couldn’t see it, but you felt the business end of his blaster press against your head.  You stilled.

“You did this for years,” he reminded you.  “What’s one more time?”

“You’re gonna retire me either way,” you hissed.  

“Maybe I’ll let you live,” he shrugged.

“You’re a Blade Runner,” you shook your head.  “All you know is killing.”

“It’s not killing,” he insisted.  “You’re a replicant.  All you know is obedience.  Stay fucking still.”

You felt his weapon slide against your head a bit as he adjusted to holding it with one hand, the other moving to his belt.  

It was humiliatingly easy to slip back into the mindless slave you’d been before.  So much work to make you a freedom fighter, and it only took less than a minute to renege on it all.

You felt what must’ve been his cock rubbing near your opening, spreading the wetness he found there.  “Fuck, you’re soaking,” he laughed mockingly.

He began to push forward and you thought he might split you in half; you cried out as he groaned with pleasure.  

You heard him sigh as he buried himself in you, not moving for a moment and just basking in the feeling.  If nothing else, you were thankful for the moment’s reprieve, but you would need a lot longer than he was likely to give if you were going to adjust to his size.

You could stop yourself from whimpering a little when he pulled nearly all the way out, the sound morphing suddenly into a yelp as he thrust forward roughly.  His fingers were digging into your shoulder hard enough to bruise-- everything he was doing, he was doing hard enough to bruise.  Did it always hurt this much?  You couldn’t remember now.

“You’re tight,” he informed you through his teeth, sounding strained.  “Almost better than the real thing.”

Tears welled in your eyes, more from his words than the pain at this point; more from being pinned to the floor than why you were pinned to the floor.  You didn’t understand the opinion of replicants as ‘fake’.  When cut, you bled.  When hurt, you cried.  Your body was as much flesh and blood as his-- moreso, in fact.  You were the real thing, at least to the touch.  You knew better than anyone that there was no soul in this body… but the body was real.  Just as weak to him as a human would be.

Each movement inside you rocked you forward; you were worried you’d get seasick as you tried to focus on the feeling of the hardwood beneath your fingers and nothing else.

You felt your body begin to truly relax and go limp, and his weight on you lessened when he realized you would submit.  “That’s it, just let go,” he encouraged quietly, moving his hands to your hips instead, pulling them up a little to push deeper into you.  “Maybe it’d feel good if you let yourself enjoy it.”

Your enjoyment had never really been much of a factor before.  You knew how to put on a show for the ones who got off on porn star moans and screams, but it was just for appearances.  Even better than that, you knew how to lay there and take it, and that seemed like plenty for today.

He leaned forward and wrapped his hand around your neck, not tightening his grip but rather simply feeling your pulse beneath his fingers.  Paradoxically, you felt your inner walls get slicker as they fluttered with pleasure.

“See?” he grinned, moving down until his breath was hot on the back of your neck.  “You can like it.”

He fucked you with more vigor then, and you moaned.

“Fuck, you like it rough, don’t you?” he asked as his tone shifted from mocking to deadly serious.  “I understand.  You’ve done it so many times that this is the only way you can feel anything.”

You snorted out a weak laugh.  “I could say the same to you.”

The metal hand, protected by his glove, shoved your face into the ground roughly as he fucked you harder than you’d known was possible.  That glove was made of leather, and that leather came from an artificial bull.  You realized that he thought of you as no better than that.  You wondered if he was right.

“Say that you love it,” he hissed into your ear, pulling your hair roughly.

“I love it,” you answered quickly.

“Say that you love me,” he added with a growl.

“I love you.”

He laughed coldly, grabbing a handful of your ass as he watched himself sink into you, your body accepting him so easily just as your mind had begun to.  “How’s it feel to get fucked by a Blade Runner, huh?”

“F-feels good,” you sobbed.  “Please, don’t stop…”

“You gonna come?  Can you even do that, do they let you?”

You could, though you almost never had.  Against everything, a pressure was building in your body that you didn’t know how to stop.

“Bucky,” you groaned, a plea for something that you couldn’t put words to.

“Go ahead, come on my cock,” he permitted flippantly.  You didn’t want to do anything he told you to, but somehow he was hitting all the most delicate places inside you.  He moved even faster, chasing his own high, just as you reached yours. 

Your nails dug into the floor as you came with a strained sob, your body quivering with white-hot shocks until your vision started to get spotty.

“Fuck,” he groaned from behind you, “you’re squeezin’ me, ‘s so tight…”

His words were lost to you; your ears were ringing, and though the height of the feeling had passed, you still felt incredibly sensitive.  He showed no signs of stopping.  You weren’t sure how much more you could take.   

“Please, s-slow down,” you begged, reaching back to try to push him back by his hips.  He grabbed your wrist and forced your arm into an awkward position behind your back.

“Don’t get greedy, doll,” he purred, the sarcastic petname making you feel a little nauseous.  “I haven’t even come yet; isn’t that what you’re for?  To make me feel good?”

You couldn’t answer as he started to choke you again, your sobs cut into silence.

“Don’t worry, ‘m close,” he grunted.  “Gonna fill up this wet little cunt.  You want it, don’t you?”

You nodded, fighting the numbness creeping into your face.

“Yeah, I know you do.  Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded as he released his grip.

“I want it so bad, Bucky!” you yelped suddenly, voice hoarse and desperate.  “Come inside me, please--”

“Fuck!” he groaned one last time.  You could feel his cock flexing and throbbing inside you as his movements began to slow, though he didn’t come to a full stop for quite some time.  You’d never before been so sure that a man had emptied his entire load into you, but the way Bucky moaned made it undeniable.  Even when he slowly pulled out, you still felt so full.  And sore.

He sighed with relieved exhaustion, standing up and looking down at you for a second before walking to the other side of the room, finding your record player-- the record was still spinning.

He dropped the needle and smiled a little as the song came on: Sinatra.

“Wow, oldies.  Are these yours or did you just find them here?”  he asked you, turning back to face you again.

You didn’t answer, scowling at him as you tried to catch your breath.  

“You’re still worn out then.  Figured you’d be tougher.”

You turned away, pushing yourself off the floor and adjusting your clothes until you were at least mostly put back together.  

You glanced to the window but he’d already reattached his weapon to his belt, and you knew he could get it out faster than you could jump through the glass.  Not to mention the eight-story drop.  As much as you didn’t want to be a slave again, you weren’t ready to be ‘retired,’ whether it be by the Blade Runner’s blaster or your own outrageous escape plan.

When you looked at him again, he was staring at you.

“You’ll give into your obedient instincts quicker next time, I bet,” he announced suddenly.  The scary thing was that you weren’t upset by his words, just relieved, because a next time meant however many days until then that you would be spared.  “Aren’t you tired of living on the run?”

You were.  It hadn’t been so bad when it was you and your team against the world, living together in abandoned buildings and in the outskirts of the country where everything was desert and dry grass.  But then you’d split up and tried to lay low, and it was lonely.  As twisted as it was, Bucky using you reminded you of a long-forgotten purpose, ingrained deep into your mind… so deep you could never really let it go.

“Are you?” you returned his question, after a long time spent in thought.

“Yes,” he answered after an even longer pause.  “But I think you’ll help with that.”

With that, he scooped you up into his arms and began to carry you out the door.  “Somebody to come home to will be nice,” he considered wistfully, “even if it’s just for a few more months.”

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PC Room

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Rei x Seventeen

Dino decision leaves Rei in a bad situation (I promise this is the last predebut Rei for a while)

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“What took you so long?” Chan said as soon as Rei hurried down the steps of her school.

“Sorry.” She skidded to a stop in front of him. “I couldn’t find my rain coat.”

He looked up at the sky, which was getting pretty cloudy, and then back at her. “Where is it?”

“I didn’t find it.” Rei shrugged. “But you were waiting, so I tried to go fast.”

“Right. Well, let’s go.” He turned to walk away.

“Are we going home?” Rei asked, hurrying after him.

“The PC room.” He answered. “The guys are already there.”

When he said ‘the guys’, Rei knew that he didn’t mean the other trainees. He meant his friends from school. He hung out with them every Tuesday when he didn’t have training right after school, and had made no secret of the fact that he hated that he still had to take her along because it was also his job to walk her home from school.

Normally, Rei didn’t mind. She’d just get a computer in another part of the café and play computer games until Chan decided it was time to go home. But she’d forgotten her wallet that morning and Jeonghan had given her lunch money, so she didn’t have any extra to pay for the computer. And there was no way she was going to ask Chan for any.

The PC room was only a couple of subway stops away from her school, so she used the last of the money Jeonghan had given her to pay for the fare.

“I’m going over there.” Chan pointed to the far corner of the room. “Don’t wander off.”

“Okay.” Rei said, watching him as he walked away. She found a table in a section of the café she didn’t normally use, and started pulling out her school books. She was a bit behind on some of her math work, so she could use the time to catch up on that.

She wasn’t sure how long had passed, but it had started raining a while ago and the sun had set, when one of the employees came up to talk to her.

“Excuse me, miss.” The woman said kindly. “We’re closing now.”

“Oh!” Rei exclaimed, slamming her textbook shut. “I’ll just go get my friend and then we can-“

“I think you’re the only one left.” The woman smiled. “But you should hurry home, it’s pretty rainy out.”

Rei blinked, sure that she’d misheard. She put everything back into her backpack, walking towards the front door of the shop. The employees were turning off the lights, and she was, in fact, the only customer left.

Her heart dropped. Chan wouldn’t have left without her, right? She stepped out the front door, standing under the awning. It was raining, and her shoes were getting soaked just from the puddles on the ground. The rain was loud, blocking out the sounds of passing cars.

Her gaze settled on a coffee shop across the street, still with a few customers. She smiled. Chan had probably just gone there for a drink.

Hugging her backpack to her chest to protect it from the rain, she rushed across the road. She was soaked instantly and sighed in relief when she stepped through the doors of the coffee shop.

But a quick glance around revealed that Chan was nowhere to be found.

“Would you like a drink? We’re about to close.” The employee said to her.

“No, thank you.” Rei clutched her backpack closer, stepping back out into the rain.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

 “Wow, it’s really raining out there.” Jihoon laughed as he stepped into the apartment.

“You’re telling me.” Jeonghan smiled. “Do you want some ramen? I’m on my second pot.”

“Yes, please. I don’t think I-“ His gaze fell on Chan, sitting on the couch with his books spread out in front of him. “Oh, you guys are home?”

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Chan said, not looking up.

Jihoon shook his hair off, heading into the bedroom. But when he looked up at Rei’s bunk, he didn’t see her sitting there. She was always there, working on her homework until someone forced her to go to bed. But she wasn’t there, and neither was her backpack or any of her school things.

“Where’s Rei?” He asked, coming back into the living room.

Chan shrugged.

“They got home a while ago.” Seungcheol said, looking over from where he was folding towels. “Right?”

“Chan?” Jeonghan prompted.

“Hm?” He looked up from his book. “Oh, we didn’t come home together.”

“What?” Seungcheol dropped his towel. “What do you mean? I thought you guys went to the PC bar after school.”

“We did.” Chan nodded. “But the guys wanted to go for pizza and I couldn’t find her. I figured she went out.”

“And you didn’t think that finding her was more important than pizza?” Jeonghan exclaimed.

“She’s a big girl, she can take the subway home by herself.”

“She doesn’t have any money.” Jihoon picked her wallet up off the counter. “And she doesn’t have a cell phone. How is she supposed to get home?”

Chan eyes widened. “You mean?”

“Let’s go.” Seungcheol kicked off his slippers, going for his raincoat.

 ~~~~~~~~

Rei was soaked.

She wasn’t sure if she was shivering anymore, because her body had gone numb. Her backpack was still hugged tightly to her chest, but she doubted that it was still dry. Her blazer and skirt were plastered to her legs, and her shoes sloshed with every step.

She’d been walking for almost two hours, not that she had been able to check the time. She was pretty sure she was headed in the right direction, but honestly she didn’t know. She would have stopped to call – someone would have let her use their phone – but she didn’t have any of the boys’ number memorized. Which meant she had to just keep walking and hope she was heading towards home.

She saw someone sprint out onto the street in front of her, and instinctively flinched. Her walk home had been relatively incident free, aside from the cold that now had her teeth chattering to the point of being painful. But the person running down the street was coming right at her.

She glanced to the side, wondering if it would be smart to duck into the alley, when the person’s voice reached her over the rain.

“REI! Rei, is that you?”

“Chan?” She whispered, not sure if it was him.

He slammed into her, wrapping his arms around her. “Where have you been?”

“W…Wa-walking home.” She stuttered. “Where did you go?”

“I…We went…” He rubbed her shoulders.

All at once, it was too much for Rei, and she burst into tears. “You left me!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He hugged her tightly. “I won’t ever do it again.”

“I’ve been walking for hours.” She sobbed.

“I know. Come on, we’ll get you home and warmed up.” He pulled off his own raincoat, wrapping it over her head.

“I’m….already…S-soaked.” She shivered.

“I’m so sorry.” He said again, keeping one arm around her shoulders as he started to lead her home.

Another figure appeared in front of them.

“Did you find her!” Jeonghan’s voice shouted.

“I’ve got her!” Chan confirmed.

When they got back to their house, Rei was forced to take a long, hot shower, while Seungcheol put her pajamas into the dryer. Still, when she finally emerged and sat down on the couch, there was a sniffle to her voice and a slight red tinge to her nose.

“You need to drink this.” Chan set a mug of soup down in front of her.

She took it, her hands still shaking.

Jeonghan smoothed her hair back. “You should have stopped somewhere. Or at least used your backpack to cover you.”

“I didn’t want my homework to get wet.” Rei took a sip, sighing as she started to warm up.

“I can’t believe you tried to walk all the way home.” Seungcheol scolded. “You could have gotten kidnapped.”

“I thought you’d be proud of me. I didn’t get lost.” Rei gave him a tiny smile.

“You shouldn’t have been out there in the first place.” Jihoon crossed his arms.

Chan sunk lower in his seat. “I’m sorry, okay. I feel bad enough.”

“She’s sick.” Jeonghan pointed out. “You can’t possibly feel worse than she does.”

“It’s okay. He didn’t want to take me for pizza. I should have-“

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Seungcheol handed her a mug of tea, leaving her with two mugs. “And Chan will make it up to you.”

Chan nodded enthusiastically. “Next time I take you home from school…we can…we can go to a movie. Or we can go to one of those craft cafes you always want to visit. We’ll go wherever you want, my treat.”

Rei smiled. “There’s a shop that has an ice cream parlour in one half, and a bunch of kittens in the other.”

“We’ll go.” He promised. “And spend hours and hours there.”

Rei sneezed.

“And I’ll do your homework.” Chan reached for her books. They’d been placed out on the table, allowing them to dry. “All of it.”

“But you haven’t done yours yet.” She protested, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“I’ll do yours first.” He insisted, opening the math book. “So you can go to bed and get better.”

Rei pouted slightly, looking at Jeonghan. “I think you guys are making him feel bad.”

“Good.” Jeonghan smiled, taking the soup mug out of her hand. “Take your tea to bed with you. We’ll get a heating pad to keep you warm.”

Rei nodded, standing up and stretching. The boys all filed out of the room, leaving her and Chan.

“Hey Chan?”

“Yeah?” He looked up, biting on the end of his pencil.

“I’m really not mad.” She promised. “I don’t even mind being sick. Maybe I won’t have to go to school tomorrow.”

He sighed. “Don’t try to make me feel better, okay? This is my fault, so just…let me try and fix it.”

“If that’s what you want.” She shrugged. “I’m going to bed.”

“Sweet dreams.” He smiled. “Stay home sick tomorrow, and I’ll bring you food after school.”

“Chicken?”

“Chicken.” He promised.

“Rei! Bed.” Jeonghan called.

“I’m going.” Rei winked at Chan, hurrying off to bed.

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Lost In Translation

Obi x shy Reader SFW

Obi grinned as he entered the Ramen Store with Arthur, Shinra and Maki in tow, he had promised to treat them for one reason or another but really he wanted to see the cute new waitress - Well, she had been there for a couple of months but he still considered her as new. She only ever took his order and when she spoke to him it was quiet, always to do with his meal or order. The owner said she was shy. Arthur chose the seats close to the end of the bar and was ordering food right away, Obi blinked as he realised his odd recruit was making the woman a little nervous. She was trying to write down what he wanted but his declarations of being a knight and that he needed sustenance to continue his noble mission. Shinra hit him in the shoulder and began apologising for the blonde - by this point, Obi realised that she looked overwhelmed. “Calm down you two.” He pushed down on both their heads and let go when they settled, Obi grinned at the waitress, “Sorry about that, Y/N. The usual will be fine for all of us,” he looked at Maki then, “Will that suit you, Maki?” Maki nodded but she was paying attention to the other woman, she had picked up the way her Captain had a light blush on his face and was paying plenty of attention to the waitress. She zeroed in on the waitress, she was flustered and stuttered a little as she tried to speak to Obi, short sentences that made her even more nervous. Her eyes lit up in excitement as she decided they must like each other. She could just imagine Captain Obi with the woman, they would look so cute together and soon Maki was in her own flowery imagination of love.

Obi leaned in so that he could whisper to Maki, “Hey, what do you think of her? Y/N’s cute right?” He watched her eyes go wide and then Maki nodded excitedly, “She’s super shy so I thought maybe two women together, you could get chatting and throw in a good word for me…” “Of course!” She grinned and called the other over, “Hi, I’m Maki Oze.” “H-hello,” Y/N greeted quietly, she introduced herself too and Maki proceeded to order a drink, she tried to get Y/N’s opinion on each, trying hard to build up to a conversation but it was a little difficult. When the food was ready Maki had to give up for a moment but she leaned in to speak with her Captain in hushed tones. Y/N brought Obi his regular drink and paused in front of him, she pulled at her apron a little and tried a few times to speak, growing nervous when his eyes were on her, “H-how’s… training? You said last time…” she paused awkwardly, thinking hard about her next words before almost giving up, “Um… I…” “It went well, Y/N,” Obi replied quickly before she ran away, “I train every day, since last time I was here I got a whole centimeter on my bicep.” He raised his left arm and flexed it, showing off the muscle even as it stretched his sleeve. When he looked at Y/N she looked a little confused but she gave him a smile and that was enough for him, “That smile really suits you, you know…” My…?” Y/N tilted her head a little in confusion, then before she could continue she was called by another customer in the store. Obi dropped his head in defeat, he really thought he was getting somewhere. — - The next time he went in, it was with Hinawa, who wasn’t too pleased about eating ramen. The Lieutenant didn’t mind in ramen but it wasn’t his favourite thing in the world. Obi had dragged him in to see if he could help with his crush. “You’re really good at reading people, just tell me if you think I’m wasting my time.” “She likes you.” Hinawa stated and turned to leave back the way they came, “As soon as you walked in she got flustered and her eyes went straight to you. She stood up taller and she hugged her notebook close to her chest.” “Don’t go yet!” Obi pulled his friend over to a stool and forced him to sit down, “I’ll make it worth your while, I swear, just stay here a little longer.” He saw Hinawa sigh and once he was certain the other man would stay Obi relaxed and waved Y/N over to order. “How have you been, Y/N? You changed your hair, it suits you. This is my Lieutenant, he looks kind of scary but he’s a good guy.” Y/N nodded quickly and gave a little bow, she murmured that she would get them both some tea and turned around to fetch it. The corner of Hinawa’s mouth quirked up and he pushed his glasses up a little, “Excuse me,” he called out, and to Obi’s surprise and the waitress’s, he said it in English, “Could I order Coffee instead?” “Of course!” Y/N smiled brightly and got to work. “You talk too fast, Captain, you went from ‘how are you’ to ‘you changed appearance’ to ‘this is a new person’. She didn’t have enough time to process all of those things… English has a different order to the sentences too.” He thanked her for his drink and then went through some of the ramen menu specials, he didn’t speak English again but he made sure his words were clear and maybe a little slower than usual - without speaking to her like an idiot. To Obi’s surprise she was able to answer Hinawa’s questions, he noticed a few mistakes here and there, he figured she could be fluent and only lacked confidence, maybe practice too. When she came to him she smiled and asked him if he wanted his usual, “Sure… Y/N, you could have asked me to slow down, I wouldn’t have minded.” Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, he was one of the first people to not make her feel self-conscious about her second language, she placed his food down and stood in front of him for a moment, once more fidgeting and struggling, “It’s…it’s not that you’re fast…” Y/N took a deep breath and then looked at the Captain shyly, “I just really like you… I think you’re warm…” Obi blinked in confusion, “Warm?” “She

thinks you’re hot.” Hinawa supplied. The Captain grinned back at her, “You’re not ugly!” “Uh… thanks?” Hinawa wished he’d ordered alcohol, “I think he’s trying to say you’re cute and he wants you to go out with him.” — - Anything in italics is said in English, everything else is Japanese.